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@rouvaile ➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of...

// heeeeey. that’s not true! i envy you for writing really nicely and don’t be afraid to approach!

{ sobs thank you so much!! it’s nothing compared to yours though, and i will once i can find an idea!!

(x) // @rouvaile

The beginning of June approaches in a leisurely pace, though the stifling heat was enough to hover over the evening, blanketing everything in a lazy haze. Her sun dress is enough to keep a circulation of subtle air flowing through her garments to prevent excess sweating, but figures spending a few wons on a popsicle wouldn’t be too much of a loss. It was melon flavor, her favorite, and she nibbled on it earnestly as she took to the alleyways for her evening stroll, because staying out in the streets attracts police men and drunk men and very scary men.

The entire situation screamed for something bad to happen -- a defenseless little girl with a dress and nowhere to be painted a target on her back for something sinister, and yet she’s run into a relatively friendly looking fellow. She’d bump into him on accident -- being that she thought she heard a gunshot and immediately ran to where she thought was away from the noise. She supposed she was lucky it wasn’t the one with the gun -- or maybe he had it hidden somewhere else. But Minnie has a knack of judging people’s character upon first meeting, and though he came off as relatively vague, he did have a sense of something vigilante-esque in him. The commotion a few blocks away, screams of agony and raw contempt cut through their conversation. He says he’s going to fight, but his appearance is soft, save for the look in his eyes. She’s seen the same bloodlust in the monsters she lives with, as if the noise of a beating pulse is grating at their nerves.

“Don’t leave me,” she murmurs. She’s been chewing on her popsicle stick out of slight nervous habit. “It sounds bad out there. I don’t know where to hide. Let’s get out of here, let’s go far far away from here.”

#rouvaile #hi idk if ur still active and idk if this is even good but have this poop anyway #( red pill )

"Seyoon."

There he is, just the last person he really wanted to see. How amazing for him to show up. Not. “Seojun.”

#rouvaile #inbox #r #( The hostility is real )

rouvaile replied to your post “purple.”

Bro, that’s the lamest pun.

i bet you wanna wear an egg costume too.

#rouvaile #[ pancake. ]#[* social. ]

❂

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — status: not accepting.

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

♔ – @rouvaile

A pitiful whine passed her lips, followed by a wince as Ross wiped away the blood that began to crust at the corner of her mouth. She could still taste the nasty metallic flavor in her mouth, letting her gaze fall down towards the floor as she not dared to look up at him. It was still strange to see Ross acting this way around her. They never spent much time with each other and the time that they did, well it was used for something else. She fiddled with the sleeves of her oversized sweater, fighting off the urge to bite at her lip, strictly out of habit.

❝ So you going to tell me what happened?❞ His question made her look up at him, lips pursing slightly as she thought over his question. She could tell him what happened but she was already being a burden, she didn’t want to make it worse but if she lied, he probably wouldn’t press too much into it. Deciding to to with the latter, she wrinkled her nose, wincing and instantly regretting it, forgetting about the cut above her nose. ❝ Might’ve tripped and fallen. It’s all a little blurry right now.❞

#rouvaile #{` inbx }

Dear Ross,

meme: dear …status: accepting!

Dear Ross,

I’ve been getting a lot of asks about you recently! I could go on for a while, so I’ll keep this one short. Where do I start? You’re a really special person, like, at first I thought you were plain awful, but now I think you’re an incredible person – how does that just happen? You might not have the highest opinion of yourself, but keep in mind that I care about you a lot and think you’re really admirable, okay? and you’re on my mind a lot of the time, which can actually be really stressful, but yeah. And I hope you feel better soon, but .. yeah, just let things happen. You’ll be alright. This doesn’t make sense.

#rouvaile #( ans. )#[ pancake. ]

Dear Past Me,

meme: dear …status: accepting!

Dear Past Me,

Nostalgia usually makes everything seem like things back then were so much better, and I get nostalgic about almost anything, but but oh my god, I don’t feel it at all. I mean, you were on a roll until high school, but you’ve always liked a challenge, and in this case, fucking up was a lot more difficult than it was for you to stay on track. So that’s exactly what you did. Do I miss those days at all? No, the fun you had while cutting class no longer classifies as fun to me. I learned my mistakes, though, there’s not a day that goes by where I want to pull that crap again. The point is, you’re stupid. Noah fence.

– future cora

#rouvaile #( ans. )

( sms. ) ew.

( sms. ) gross.

#rouvaile #( ans. )#[ pancake. ]