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[starprint-a]

  @ofstring​     ★*:.゜:。     meme still accepting       ★*:.゜:。    jolyne .

“ what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur? ” @ fugo skdjgakdgjsd

❝  i’m  literally  begging  you  to  shut  the  fuck  up !!    shut  the  fuck  up !!   no  fuck  off  mista  don’t  fucking  touch  me━━━   this  table━  ❞    chair  is  kicked   ❝  ━ is  a  FUCKING  nightmare !!!  ❞    thesaurus  is  picked  up  and  violently  slammed  in  front  of  her.    ❝  HOW   THE  FUCK  IS  THIS  A  DINOSAUR ━━━━━━ ??!!!  ❞

[culthcnt]

From This Post @ofstring​ @jojoingjoseph​ and @staarora​

      ❝... I see. Wild.❞

[zettaflarc-aa]

@ofstring​ ♥

"Your birthmark,” he tilts his head, curiously. “It is a birthmark, right? Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

[strawberryrots]

"do they always argue like a married couple or......??"

@ofstring​ // 🍓

it’s not really an argument, it doesn’t even manage to turn his eye. though he answers without without a missing a beat. “i think it’s foreplay.”  and he barely breaks his stare at the paper to watch the turn of abbacchio’s shoulders around the corner. he could diagnose the gruff of leone’s voice in seconds. “i think..honestly i’d be pretty upset if they got married without telling me..” abbacchio does need to ask for fugo’s permission though...

[fleremus]

🌹

positivity with dani

Your jolyne? is the apple of my eye and please tell me how i can get her number?

anyways i love to see your rps and you seem awesome~

[sakrosanctum-a]

@ofstring said :  “Sorry for wasting your time and your money but thanks for your money”

tall   man   sighs   at   the   girls   arrival   .   the   kids   had   been   usually   quiet   the   past   few   hours   ,   hours   where   he’d   tried  to  enjoy   the   peace.   listen   to   his   music   some   ,   enjoy   a   glass   of   wine.      the   things   that   were   difficult   to   do   when   bucciarati   was   intent   on   adopting   every   stray   that   crossed   his   path.        

    “   yeah   whatev   -   my   money   !?   “            pale   hands   grasp  at  pockets   -   searching   for   his   wallet.   coming   up   empty   ,   oh   for   fucks   sake.   he’d   expect   his   shit   from   giorno   ,      and   at   least   he’d   have   caught   narancia   in   the   act.   and   he   had   ,   many   times.   picking   his   pocket   ,   leaving   him   none   the   wiser.         it’s   impressive   ,   annoying.      but   the   irritated   expression   painted   onto   pale   features   doesn’t   let   it   show   through. 

           “      next   time    -just   fucking   ask,   shithead.   what   did   you   even   need   it   for   ?”

[cachazo]

uh oh stinky

i don’t want that ,,,

[hopingforjustice]

[ weep ]

nonverbal memes.  /  @ofstring  /  still accepting. [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying!

ㅤ ㅤ Crying softly, sitting on the floor, huddled in her shell, sniffles here and there — Reimi did her best not to attract attention. It was kind of easy to do that when there was no one else in the alley, but she was afraid to make Arnold worried. He was her loyal companion, looking after her well-being as much as a person, even more. The understanding between them was so perfect that the guard dog agreed to leave her alone, but ready to take action if things got out of hand. Unfortunately he was not the one who came to her rescue. The light, hurried steps were always a sign of joy and enthusiasm, but at that moment a wave of despair invaded her being.

ㅤ ㅤ Fear and distress in Jolyne’s eyes would be so difficult to endure. There was no time to act, however. The doubt on the girl’s face made her heart ache in her chest, that was not right. After a moment’s hesitation she finally opened her arms, inviting her to come closer. Comfortably Reimi letting her little friend sit on her lap, cradling her with affection, like a baby sleeping in her mother’s arms. A negative nod with a fragile smile indicated that there was no reason to worry, she was just sad, that was all. Still, the child’s hand touched her face carefully, wiping the trail of a tear — receiving a kiss on the forehead in response, pressing Jolyne firmly against her chest as if everything depended exclusively on that gesture.