#youngnwildx

[crimsonfaux]

♀@ & (your choice)

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Camille → Ana: I wish I could sing you happy birthday.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Camille → Ana: I think there’s someone here.

Camille → Ana I hear footsteps and it doesn’t sound like Cas.

Camille → Ana  Call 911

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Oliver → Jack: Glad the glock didn’t get you tonight. 

[crimsonfaux]

☎ (your choice)

NAME: Jack

RINGTONE: Ridin’ - Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: What’s for dinner?

LAST TEXT SENT: Forgetti the Spaghetti

[beguilc]

arabella: ❛ they don’t give a shit about people like you. and they don’t give a shit about people like me either. ❜

there’s a sick kind of laugh that comes out of her mouth. “ CORRECTION: they do give a shit about me. maybe because i’m actually fun—and i’m willing to do the shit wimps won’t. but, you’re right. they don’t give a shit about goody goody princesses like you. “ she’s totally ranting at this point. is it insensitive? absolutely. will she ever stop? not a chance.

[polcrity]

💲🍬

embarrass my son xxx

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

that’s a big ol’ nope. he’s pretty sure he’s not attractive enough to get a sugar daddy anyway.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

answered here

[ofcaliginous]

@youngnwildx​ ( for any of your muses )

owning a tattoo parlor may have looked a little strange on paper, considering that katarina didn’t often actually work on anyone. she had a few select clients, but it wasn’t like she needed the money. truthfully, she just enjoyed seeing the different works people came up with, people studying if you will. feeling a heavy gaze on her, she set her blood laced drink aside and looked up. ❝ look, i just own this place. if you want a touch-up or something new, you’d be better off waiting on one of the kids that work here and do those daily. ❞

[ofcaliginous]

@youngnwildx ( for angelina )

having been on a quick break at the station, reese decided to head over to campus and sign up for fall classes, something he probably should’ve already done. he’d taken the summer off to focus more on work, and hopefully have a little free time, even though work made that difficult. leaving the main building, he grinned once he spotted a familiar face. ❝ hey, stranger. ❞ he greeted, jogging over to her. even if they were broken up or well, he wasn’t that that sure what they even were most of the time, like most things, it confused him. ❝ you here signing up for classes too or are you way ahead of me like always ?? ❞ he chuckled.