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#donteverplayyourself

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alias: abby

pronouns: she/her

time zone: pst

what tv or movie character/personality best describes u: lipstick lesbian trope, just so i can get free tapioca in my drinks, but also thirsty for daddies

fave quote:  “ dont fall in love wit people like me i will nut on ur stomach n hand u a balled up mcdonalds bag to wipe it off wit”

what are you looking forward to: the daddy icons in hte staff banner

char ideas?: im just gonna bring don and xiao in im too lazy

anything else u wanna add!!: have you watched putin eating a raw onion because if not you should also pls make emrata for don

how did u find us: god has a reason for everything  ©abby

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Me: should I be productive this morni-

Brain: JERK OFF JERK OFF JERK OFF

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My girlfriend had a bad day. This is how she’s coping.

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day five - prompt relating day of the fire for: Donatello Vibal cw: death & angst idk

He remembers thunderstorms: the fright they bring and the small comforts that comewith it.

Mama knows they scare him even though the admission never leaveshis lips, so she provides tiny reprieves that come in a large cup of cocoa or an assuring kiss to the top of his head.

But for the most part, the storms give a potent dread and he can never feel assured nothing will go wrong. He can’t not hear the booms that resonate in his empty room and shake him to the bone. Its impossible to ignore the rumbles that come after, so he takes to counting the seconds before more thunder breaks. He can’t feel safe, can’t close his eyes without thinking of the luminescense of the lightning that accompanies it, striking from ominous clouds down the earth, ripping apart and devastating.

When Emily tells him Andrew* is dead, the foreboding feels not unlike that.

"Don," is the first thing out of her lips (painted pink, full of promise), and he hears the catch in her voice, the small changes that alert him of trouble. Emily is the happy half of their pair, and she never cries. Right now, she looks to be on the precipice of shattering.

He sits up from his lazy sprawl on his bed. He’d cut class again. He and Emily had been in a fight since two days ago and he didnt see the point in getting out of bed without her dragging him out of it, reminding him of things and telling him how to live. But now she is here, she looks scared and he wants to make it better.

(She the only one worth the bruises.)

"Donny, you should have come to school," even in a crisis, she can find it in herself to scold him so he scoffs and it is as hollow as her reprimand. "There was an accident. Have you turned on the TV?"

She’s stalling, and she never does that, so the anxiety expands in his gut. He’s heard from his mother a wing of the school burned down and there were causalties. This she heard from Emily, so Don was certain she was alive and didn’t bother with anything else. He didn’t need other people’s tragedy.

(Turned off his phone after the first two calls from other friends; “Bro, you alive? We didn’t see you around and there was a fire. I don’t know anything about it yet. Yeah, Emily’s okay.”)

She’s alive, he tells himself again, when he feels the delayed worry. She’s right here in front of him, shaken but intact. He’s about to tell her that whole school could burn down in a fire and he wouldn’t care as long as she wasn’t in it, but she opens her mouth again.

"Andrew is dead, Donny."

She says it fast, a skillful stab to the chest that feels merciful but still cruel, and suddenly, his lungs heave and he can’t find breath. A tremor travels from his fragile heart, through veins that hold the blood that run cold, through bones that feel brittle now, and shakes every drop of resilience and design from his body. He strains to hear the words meant to reach him, but with the blood rushing up to his ears and the shock that dulled his senses it was nearly impossible. Does it matter? Does anything matter now that he’d heard the words he already had?

(That Andrew is dead)

(Killed in the fire)

(More ash than flesh now; g o n e)

Don never even gave Andrew a passing thought today, not since he decided to treat himself to an early weekend.

He has no choice but to look Emily in the eyes now when she calls his name once, twice. Seeing her face, its easy to want to crumble into some weeping mess by her feet, but he won’t do that. Not now. “Em,” he starts, a thin, unstable word that he has to wring out of his throat but the rest of what he wants to say— needs to say, are cut off by the wave of grief that smothers.

He swallows past a leaden tongue (tasting poison and ammonia and grief). He doesn’t know how to comfort her; its always been the other way around with her small arms around him and her fingers tangled in his hair. But his arms open as if on their own accord and she comes into them easily. The messily packaged anguish inside of him begins to unravel, pushing chemicals into his veins and into his bloodstream until he feels yet again like nothing will ever go right.

(As if the sorrow isn’t enough, the self-hatred is there, a crippling presence.)

The small girl in his arms collapses onto him, face scrunched up and tears flowing freely. Something in him breaks and while his weeping is more sedate than hers, his sorrow is just as big and just as real.

(That is the only time he ever cries about it.)

*Andrew Guno; placeholder name for Don and Emily's best friend

*but wait lmao tazz and i decided on a fuckboy name aka archibald so he'll be archibald

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day four: moodboard for: Xiao Heng

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day four: moodboard  for: Donatello Vibal

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day three: top ten things on their bucket list

for: Donatello Vibal

NBA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

learn how to cook good

die before his mom kicks him out of the house or at least find someone to live with who will be his mom

be rich idk

he really wants to buy a cute pet, like a beagle

shower with kobe probably

do backup vocals at kanye's album even tho he sucks at singing and he'll probably sing wonderwall

basketball groupies orgy

never ruin his life by having children or being near friends who have children

*insert generic white person life goal here*

for: Xiaodan Heng

king status or tbh to be like kiryuin ragyo

bartending school, she thinks it'll be fun

probably put her second oldest brother (aka the inheriting brother) in a huge scandal or accident and same with her third oldest brother so she can take over the family business when she's ready

then take over southeast asia

2 hot to trot gf 

live in a house with all male servants

meet drake, the only man she'll respect

also meet bey, her bae

kill her father before he marries her off what

nine is already a lot plz dont make me do this

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the narcissist awoken by his alarm clock

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