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leviwhitmore:

“I’m sure it wasn’t,” he said as he sat down, a curl in his lips and Levi offered her a small smile. “There was possibly a gust of wind that pushed you into my drink, it’s fine. All is forgiven.” Making his way further into the room, he had a look around before he picked a spot and placed his bag to the ground, with him getting comfortable in a chair. “You made a joke,” Levi said, pausing for a moment then offering a small laugh. “Funny. I’m starting to like you.”

“You and I clearly remember it differently,” she countered, raising an eyebrow. But Clarke shook her head, raising a hand before she added quickly after, “I don’t actually uh, mind, really. Like, I wasn’t that upset.” Annoyed a little, but mostly just startled. Her smile grew, and she turned her phone on her knees as she said, with a bow of her head, “Sometimes when I manage to not stutter through my sentences, I make jokes.”

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stjeremiah:

He raised an eyebrow before letting out a hysterical laugh, slapping his knee a bit. A bit overdramatic - but when you’re exhausted, emotions hit at full force. Sadness, anger, happiness. “I was joking, girl, but wow. Guess it was a lucky guess - but ugh, I hate guys who text dick pics. Gotta use Snapchat or nothing at all.” 

Her face was beat red still, and she could almost bury herself in the couch from how she felt right now. “Joking...” she said, her voice trailing off. Clarke let out a laugh, starting out as nervous, then turning hysterical, almost with relief. “Oh god, yeah, same,” Clarke replied, though her thoughts were actually quite different on the subject. Shaking her head, she nodded as she said, her words still coming out too fast, “Or like ask before sending a pic, right?”

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oliverthcmas:

Oliver was quite certain that her pointing out how cute he was, was SUPPOSED to be a compliment but instead it only made him more nervous. He was always suspicious when good looking people were into him. What exactly were they hiding? “He’s way out of my league.” The male confirms with a nod which was accompanied with an exasperated sigh, bringing his palm to rub at his forehead, “Why do people do this? It’s so nervewracking.” He groaned dramatically, crinkling his nose. Though at her question he merely tilts his head, brows furrowing, “Can’t I want BOTH of those things? Like…a good dicking and a potential…person. It’s a nice idea…”

“He’s not,” she said, genuinely meaning it as she looked at the photo again. The guy was cute, but so was Oliver, in the most precious kind of puppy way. Kind of the way she was, or so she hoped. Clarke always thought she was all skin and bone and way too short. But enough about her. “Honestly? I don’t know,” Clarke said, half to herself. She didn’t do this, use Tinder for genuine dates. How did you date a person when at the sign of anything remotely sexual she could be triggered into a sex hungry fiend? Better to just get the sex upfront. She smiled, patting his hand as she said, “It’s a good start. Just say hi... with a gif! Send a funny hello gif.”

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ooc: I hate to do this, but I need to get off!! I have work nasty early tomorrow for once and I don’t wanna get sucked into an rp hole and only sleep 2 hours (I BLAME U GUYS FOR BEING GREAT) BUT since I work early, I’ll be home in the afternoon - look out for replies then *homer gif of him disappearing into bushes*

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pndor:

“Smart I think is relying on the buddy system and making sure you carry pepper spray around,” Pandora nodded her head, smiling a little to herself as she thought about all the speeches her mother would give her. Don’t go out alone, keep a taser on you, don’t talk to strangers, don’t let mysterious scary boys put their hands up your skirt just because you’re lonely and like the attention. Her smile faded a little, head shaking trying her hardest to wipe the memories away again, looking back at Clarke and plastering on her perfect smile again, “Do you?” She questioned, flirting just a bit, something Pandora did often, a ghost trait of her old self, “But yeah, anyone… but I think we know each other well enough to know neither of us are murderers, right?” Pandora bit her lip, the irony in her voice tasting funny on her tongue. She was a murderer… she knew that… but at least no one else did.

“Is pepper spray enough? The news made it sound pretty awful,” Clarke said, really half to herself. She already usually followed the buddy system, so maybe she was safe? Even with a killer on the loose, Clarke’s worst fears weren’t so much death, but more so exposure of the truth - or so much chaos happening around her that her own selfish needs couldn’t be met. At her little flirting, Clarke tried not to take it to heart. She was already in a bad place, her phone so close to her and that image so fresh in her mind. So instead she laughed, shrugging before she said, “Obviously. I don’t talk to people I don’t like.” That was true. Her eyes went a little wide, but she nodded quickly. “Of course! Yeah, no, I didn’t mean like, accusing you. I just meant - word logic you know?” She wasn’t a murderer, that was something Clarke wasn’t unsure of. But Pandora didn’t know her that well, in all fairness, the trick was just seeming simple enough not to warrant further looking.

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mitchsvrra:

The last time Mitch had seen Clarke the situation had been completely different. He felt as if he’d been looking around for the smaller girl everywhere since then, but she was always two steps ahead of him just slightly out of reach. Smiling proudly at the fact that he’d managed to help her, he still couldn’t help but worry, the way she leaned against a nearby tree to help her stay standing had him taking a large step closer, hand gently resting on her back again. Shooting her a small, bashful smile back, he nodded at her thanks. “I got ya.” He promised, leaning down slightly to make better eye contact. “How’re you feeling, huh? Still a little sick? I’ve got a bunch of ginger ale in my mini fridge in my dorm. Ginger ale is, like, the best soda ever, I’m obsessed, and my mum used to tell me it was good for upset stomachs. You wanna go grab one? I don’t mind, I was pretty much ready to dip anyway.” Which was… a lie, there was a shot inside a friend had poured that was calling to him, but if he had to leave for any reason, this would be it.

Saying that Clarke didn’t feel awful about avoiding Mitch was an understatement. He was sweet, and their night together had been good, and exactly what she needed, but Clarke like always skewed things out of proportion. Which was why she found herself flinching at his hand on her back this time, as if his touch would trigger her. “Pretty shitty,” she mumbled out, leaning back. And yet his smile just made her melt, and Clarke wished she was normal, and didn’t have this monster lurking underneath. Listening to him, she felt a smile creep onto her face, especially when he kept rambling. “I might puke on the way there. Or on your floor. Or your shoes,” she said, unable to help her smile, though she was still raising her brows. That would get him away, right? Mitch deserved better, he deserved to go into that party and find a nice normal girl. And Clarke didn’t want a repeat of last time, lest she did something to tip him off to her. “Ginger ale is pretty great, though...”

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GUYS IT’S SUZE, BUT NOW WITH THIS IDIOT. let’s hear about him and then plot bc pls???

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pndor:

“Well, we could say they’re not the smartest people,” The blonde laughed some, head shaking as she pulled her leg up to her chest, hugging it while she rested her chin atop her knee. At the mention of demons, she felt a shiver run up her spine, head shaking quickly, not even going to amuse the thought. “Demons aren’t real, they’re made up by people who just want to scare others,” Pandora muttered, pulling at the fraying strings of her distressed jeans. Too many times Anthony talked about such things, she couldn’t stand the topic anymore. She let herself be distracted again though, looking at Clarke and laughing softly, “Oh so am I the pretty little girl?” She teased her, eyes rolling, “I’ll let you now that I’m not as nice as I look.”

Were any of them the smartest of people? With what was going on, the best idea would be to leave town. But that killer knew things, didn’t they? Or so, whoever was running that site knew things, and Clarke wasn’t going to let them spread anything. With a sigh, she hugged her knees to her and hummed, before she said, mumbling it to herself, “I don’t know what is smart and what isn’t anymore.” Clarke didn’t keep going about demons. Demons existed in all of them - she had her own she battled with. Demons were very real to her. Which was why she was happy for Pandora’s laughter, letting it make her smile. “I like to think you’re nice,” she said, with a shrug and a bit of a blush. “I’m just saying, you made it sound like it could be you or me. Uh, anyone, right?”

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📱clarke

max: nah a tinder date

clarke: ah tinder.... i gave up on tinder..

clarke: glad it worked for you!

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i love seeing how you take a natalia dyer fc and turn her into something so unexpectedly beautiful, so thank you for blessing us with clarke.

I love Natalia and I actually don’t usually know how she’s played, so I am glad I am doing something different. Thank you for this message, you’re an angel <3

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As someone who struggle with hypersexuality, i really appreciate seeing sex addiction played out in such a unique way. you're doing such a great job <3

It’s important for me to recognize it as something that can be dangerous, that can be toxic, but also doesn’t define a person. She is more than her addiction but she is also shaped by the guilt and stigma surrounding sex and hypersexual females. Clarke isn’t someone who is liberated by her sexuality because for her it isn’t something that is necessarily casual and good. She’s trying to get there. thank you for the positive messages <3

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clarke is GREAT and ily

no, no, I love you

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you write so well?!??? i'm so excited to see what you bring in with your second chara cause i know they'll be just as awesome as clarke is.

asdjaksdj thank you! they should be ‘debuting’ sometime tonight, if I get my shit together for him. but thank you!!!

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📱clarke

max: thats rly touching thank you

clarke: I try, I try.

clarke: was it someone from school?

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oliverthcmas:

Brown hues widened when his phone let off a vibration, a notification from Tinder informing him that someone had matched with him, swiping open and staring at his screen with a slightly agape mouth, “AH!” Oliver squeaks, giving a shake of his head as he turned to the person beside him, “What do I do? What do I do? Should I send him flowers? Chocolates?” Anxiously gnawing at the tip of his fingernail, “I don’t know how to do this. Should I quit while I’m ahead? That sounds like a GOOD plan. I could send him PRAYING hands emoji, you know cause I’m blessed that he liked me…Please…Help.”

Clarke looked up from her own phone, though she actually hadn’t been on Tinder. She’d tried that, had a few successful hook ups, but the issue was that it was linked to so much of your social media, and that was the last thing she wanted when she was horny as all hell and just looking for a fix. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she leaned in to look at Oliver’s phone, before she smiled. “He’s cute too, nice,” she said, nudging him. Clarke couldn’t help but smile at him, laughing less at him but at the fact that someone was just as bad as she could get some times. Shaking her head, she held up her hands to still him and said, “Okay, Oliver, think. What do you want? A um, really good dicking - or a nice date and a potential someone in your life?”

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📱clarke

max: i was joking too omg... social interaction fail

max: ill describe it in vivid detail if it means i have a place to hide

clarke: every social interaction I have is a fail, this isn't new.

clarke: i'll make a spot on the floor for you, like a pillow fort and popcorn for me for the story

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📱clarke

max: ew.... what kinda fucked up response

clarke: I apologized!! I thought it was funny... it was a joke!