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Blog is discontinued. Most of these characters are now only exclusive to certain people, in which you can hit me up in dms if you ever want me to roleplay them.
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carrick, i thought you had something with that domenic guy? looks like he's dating other people and another you now though. thoughts?
Love looks good on him.
Domenic and I have nothing between us.
I don't think I can date a Midnight Crew member. It might accidentally stray me from my main task.
not to be controversial but respect trans men or die by my sword
Oh wow! A whole herd of sevens!
I'm afraid 7ha7 most of them are offline now for it to be a herd, ChΓ©rie. We do ocassionally post time to time, but I 7hink it 7o be foolish 7o display so much persona and informa7ion.
We are criminals, af7er all, no?
which version of you is crowell talking about?
NOBODY. THE OLD MANβS TRYING TO DIVERT YOUR ATTENTION TO US. WE DONβT WANT ANY OF THIS.
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
( narrator voice ) Thatβd be Christian.
wristickings
oh no.
Whatβs the matter, sweetheart? I donβt bite β¨
Much π
several thousand electrical zaps went through me. i feel goosebumps. thanks for that statement.
we donβt believe whatβs on tv //
no language should be mocked other than french
Birds is βoiseauxβ in French.
No letter is pronunced the way it should.
And there are seven of them.
ITS PRONOUNCED βWAZOβ AND YES, I WILL DIE MAD ABOUT IT
oiseaux hits every vowel in the french alphabet and manages to only be pronounced with 2 goddamn syllables
got vowels coming out the oiseaux
Anybody got their Stitch up? Ours isn't exactly here right now.
which version of you is crowell talking about?
NOBODY. THE OLD MANβS TRYING TO DIVERT YOUR ATTENTION TO US. WE DONβT WANT ANY OF THIS.
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
( narrator voice ) Thatβd be Christian.
Bold words from a guy whoβs as red as his hat π
who are you, again.
Oh, sorry darlinβ! Mustβve met one of your alternates. Nameβs Sydney π
oh no.
which version of you is crowell talking about?
NOBODY. THE OLD MANβS TRYING TO DIVERT YOUR ATTENTION TO US. WE DONβT WANT ANY OF THIS.
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
( narrator voice ) Thatβd be Christian.
Bold words from a guy whoβs as red as his hat π
who are you, again.
which version of you is crowell talking about?
NOBODY. THE OLD MAN'S TRYING TO DIVERT YOUR ATTENTION TO US. WE DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS.
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
( narrator voice ) That'd be Christian.
@authorizedimpetus | greeter.
nice name.
[Pvt]
> Your heart blooms with happiness at his response. You have to bite your lip a moment to ground yourself in both the pain and the reality youβre currently facing. Youβre a mob boss for goodnessβ sake. You shouldnβt be acting like a lovesick fool that just got proposed to. Youβre better then that.
Iβll try and come tonight then.
> As soon as you send it you realize how desperate those words might seem. Damnit. You want to take the words back, but itβs too late now, so you rest your forehead on your desk and just, sigh. βFuck that guy.β
[ > ] The phone buzzes on your table and youβre almost too.. You canβt put your finger on the emotion youβre feeling, but whatever it is, makes you wary to check up on his response. You lean against the wall instead, wondering if itβs a good idea to send him coords in the middle of the night, to the city that he apparently hates so much.
[ > ] You pull off your jacket from the rack, and slip your arms in - check the message.
[ > ] The same feeling is there despite you knowing heβd never outright deny your request to meet up.
--continued in dms where homeboy beats the shit out of Bottom Man--
robs a bank wearing this:
thats what popuko wouldve wanted
βοΈ Muse of choice >:3
βοΈ - what is their biggest regret?
He regrets a lot of things.
There's photographs in a box of people he no longer remembers, smell of ash lingering even though he doesn't smoke. When something golden catches his eye his expression turns sharper, concentration in hopes it'll fill up the blank spaces, some answer to fill the missing piece of something wrong. He can't remember the last time he remembered something that doesn't include regret - of somebody walking out the door, of glass shards against skin, hot, blistering water against flesh that burns and burns but he can't remember what. Why, who, where. He knows he hasn't much time when he does remember something he regrets - regrets were a distraction. Deadweight, a problem; in better words. Regrets were something melancholy, a wedding, a kiss, a murmur of something, something, they said something important. He finds himself perplexed that there are no carvings inside his watch - but why would there be? He finds himself confused that he's bought two milk cartons instead of one - he lives mostly alone in his apartment for the weekend. He finds himself upset when he finds an envelope with no name and no return address, handwritten and folded and it seems like it's crucial, like it's priceless - something that breaks his heart without him having to open it.
He regrets that he forgets, as much as he remembers. Past lives blur into ashes, and it doesn't seem to matter anymore. Past, "useless" memories are forgotten, washed away by the tide. He regrets that he's the one that chooses to forget to make sure he gets to remember for the future. He has regrets in his life, in his other lives, in every breathing moment.
He'd like to remember, bad or good. Because as painful as it is to remember that you once meant something to somebody - it causes more heartache to know that something once had significance in your life acts like it doesn't even exist in the first place. The strain and the void and the longing for something you don't know. To have that kind of power.
He thinks that he's going to forget, again.
If he ignores the feeling of something that was used-to-be hard enough to forget that he forgot, it wouldn't even matter in the end, would it?
i never pos7 on here bu7 wha7 7hhs, s fuck. cu7 7his magic short i have 7hings 7o attend to
look behind u :)
carrick: behind me. is awall. behind me is a wakk behind theresa wall behind me nothing behind me thrrwx awall
kris: VIOLENT SCREAMING AND BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ANYTHING THATS CLOSE BEHIND HIM
slick: WE HAVE A FUCKINV HEIST TODAY WHYYDA FUCKING THINKIN WH ( 10 hour ramble )
chief: staring into the distance. what is it behind him. he doesnt want to even fucking know hes been like this for 10 minutes
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