#protecteeth

[childbled]

@protecteeth

“Wha’ makes Journalism cool? Like.. s’ jus’ writin’ stories tha’ are fake..” Clearly Drake has no clue what it exactly is. Just something he thought that is was. His eyes avert to Eddie’s expression, unsure if what he said was a little rude to add that last part. But, Drake wasn’t exactly taught manners for a while. 

[griefreak-blog]

@protecteeth

      coffee is the only beverage they can drink and really feel anything. strange, but  dozens of liquors have done nothing to b.j.’s form. rather, its the caffeine that creates a feeling, quenching that thirst for significance in a world that has provided them with none thus far. they drink it frequently (they bought a shirt off the world wide web that reads don’t talk to me before my morning coffee which they found utterly hilarious) and it helps them blend in better with a society full of coffee-drinkers. right now, they’ve got their hood pulled up as they enjoy solitude outside the latest cafe.

      they only hear the panting and the sound of air being spliced in half by a running figure too late. a man -- a blur in their vision -- sprints past their table so fast that the coffee ends up knocking over, spilling all over their lap. shit. they couldn’t give a damn about remaining out of the public eye. every impulse now invites them to rise up, furious, and bare their wicked teeth. 

     so, they do.“HEY!” they shout, fingers wickedly snatching the hood and sunglasses off so that runner man can get a good look at them. “i paid a lot of money for that!” please recognize me. please recognize me. 

[sihren-blog1]

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

     Mim presses her hands together in front of her stomach, nails biting into the curve of her thumb. She studies the floor for a moment. After another moment, she loosens her grip and signs: < That doesn’t sound like a fun habit to have. >

     Because being right usually means being let down means being hurt means being disappointed. It never means anything good.

[childbled]

@protecteeth cont of 

‘You’re a kid.’ Drake should’ve expected this answer. They don’t expect the kid to do anything wrong. How could he? Kids should be laughing, having fun in their lives, having food on the table. Asleep in their nice, and comfy beds. Not this one. They should be living. Drake misses that life. He misses having friends and parents who would love him regardless. Their comforting touch. A memory he reminisced basically every night. Regardless; He’s not happy with the life he’s given or the special abilities he’s given. No. He wanted them gone. To be normal and to never hurt anyone again. 

“...I guess. Jus’ wish I had friends s’ all.” Drake would like nothing more then to not be alone. His eyes avert to Eddie. “S-Sir..? Would you be m’ friend? I-I dun’ got anyone.”

[endlessfables-a]

         HER MUSCLES TENSED, immediately going on the defensive, just from the sheer look of the guy... or thing, stood before her. Something about him already rubbed the young X-Men up the wrong way, and something about him made her want to prepare herself for the worst. Maybe she was wrong, but hell, she wasn’t about to make that big of a mistake. No way.  “Who the fuck are you?”

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[nothingrcmains]

💬fr leonardo

sex/romance hcs. accepting.

        💬 When did my muse go on their first date?

   uhh this is a difficult one! because my leonardo doesn’t really date much at all. he might’ve gone on “dates” with people when he was a teenager. sneaking into the movies, going on picnics, getting high in a graveyard, stuff like that. but i don’t think he’d ever really have the intention of going steady with someone, it’s more just two people hanging out and making out, u know? so i guess uhh. around when he was sixteen? fifteen?