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#⁇$

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ DELIVERED 5:45PM ] to answr ur question yes i did see a duck in the middle of the road today and yes i did take him home

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ DELIVERED 1:56AM ] ur my bff;l u know that???? i miss yous o muhc :((((( why dont you ever come out drinking with mee is no fun when ur n ot here i just danced with a fifty year old man

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ DELIVERED 10:04AM ] question how much do u think a pot belly pig is

[ DELIVERED  10:20AM ] oops not fr u but feel free to chime in

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% @ ??

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ DELIVERED 4:15AM ] hey so.............odd question but.........have you like ever made the connection that a baby’s umbilical cord is kind of like roots on a plant???????? pls answer i need to kno if i might’ve done somethin

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ DELIVERED 7:03PM ] hey um i’m texting u on behalf of the fact that i’m currently getting stared down by this really creepy old man and i’m busying myself w my phone so like save me maybe ??? ahahaha not joking

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ DELIVERED 12:35AM ] BRIS!!!!!! whyaren t you here ?? i ordered u shots and drank all of rthem and now i’mm missing you so come now thnx

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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fifty totally random character development questions:

1. Do they prefer to wear headphones or earbuds when listening to music?

2. What do they do when they're feeling tired and need to stay awake?

3. Do they usually eat mild, medium, or spicy salsa?

4. Pizza, McDonalds, or Chinese take-out?

5. How do they react to finding out someone has a crush on them?

6. How do they feel about unrequited love?

7. How would they fare in a zombie apocalypse?

8. Gold, silver, or copper jewelry?

9. How much ice do they put in their drinks?

10. Do they use Instagram, Facebook, or Tumblr? If so, how much/often?

11. What's their desktop background?

12. How are they at taking care of plants?

13. Did they have any phases? (e.g. emo, punk, scene...)

14. How did they do academically in high school?

15. Are they the big spoon or the little spoon?

16. How do they like their eggs?

17. How do they like their toast?

18. Queso or guacamole?

19. What are they like as a neighbor?

20. How do they behave when confronted with deadlines?

21. What's the weirdest thing you're likely to find in their room?

22. What fictional character do they relate to the most?

23. Do they like raisins in their pastries? If no, will it stop them from eating it?

24. When forced to do a group project with other people, what role do they usually play?

25. Does your muse listen to vinyl records? Do they use iTunes? Do they legally or illegally download music?

26. How would your muse do at taking care of a goldfish?

27. Is your muse a dreamer or a realist?

28. Android, iPhone, or other?

29. What's their Subway order?

30. Trendsetter, trend follower, or trend ignorer?

31. What about themselves do they usually not tell people? What are they embarrassed of?

32. What's their ideal vacation?

33. White, red, or rose wine?

34. Are they outdoorsy? Do they enjoy hiking, camping, etc.?

35. What's their Starbucks order?

36. What colors make up most of their wardrobe?

37. Do they believe in any conspiracy theories? Fear a zombie apocalypse/AI overtake? How do they think the world will end?

38. Do they play video games? If so, which ones?

39. What would you see if you looked through their trashcan?

40. What kind of videos do they get recommended on YouTube?

41. Are they an exhibitionist? Do they ever change in front of windows? Have sex when they know people can see/hear?

42. How do they feel about astrology?

43. Why do people usually call them on the telephone? To complain? To ask for advice? To ask them to do something for them?

44. Have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

45. Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?

46. Do they meme? Enjoy memes? Create memes? Find them horribly annoying? How about shitposts?

47. How do they go about asking someone out or confessing their feelings about someone to them?

48. When do they usually go to bed?

49. In the "sleep vs. grades vs. social life, pick two" situation, which two do they pick?

50. What do they think is the meaning of life?

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🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

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maple couldn’t help but let a stark laugh fall from her lips, eyes wide as saucers as she took in his...limb, if you could even call it that at this point. it was beyond swollen, a bit red, and maple found herself surprised that connor had managed to get himself in this amount of trouble when she was usually the one coming to him for help with this kind of stuff. “jesus christ, con, what am i gonna do with you? always getting into trouble, you are,” she teases as she carefully grabs his palm and turns it over in her own hand, inspecting the bite. she doesn’t know much about bug bites, but what she can figure is that connor’s most likely overreacting, something she’s learned to ignore over the years. “i’m sure a little bit of ointment should help, yeah? and you know you shouldn’t go diagnosing yourself on the internet; it only leads to sorrow and premature death sentences.”

frantic fingers run through his hair ( a habit he picked up after he let it grow out ) as hazelnut orbs skim quickly through the screen of his laptop. connor is preocuppied – well, in all truth, he’s more desperate than preocuppied. the line of emptied out coffee cups on his table don’t help his paranoia either. he’d gone tracking earlier. at the time, it felt like a good idea, but if he only knew how much trouble it’d bring him, he’d never considered it. the lump on his left hand itches & aches, and is turning into a purple-reddish color that worries him out of his mind. his eyes turn to the familiar face that approaches. “ does this look bad to you? ” connor’s voice is a mask of anguish. “ i went tracking earlier and this… this tick bit me and now, well… ” he trails off. “ i googled it and it says i might become paralysed in a few days? it’s either that or it gives me cancer or something. ”

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“is that any way to talk to a friend?” maple puffed as she sat down next to christmas, a chesire like grin emerging on her face. she wasn’t old enough to drink, sure, but she had her tricks and trades. everyone in this town either knew her or her family, and considering how tight knit the community was, they tended to pull a few strings for a native. so that’s how she typically found herself in bars, and tonight was no different. “long day at work?” the redhead inquired as she waved her hand to the bartender to fetch her a vodka tonic, her preferred drink. 

christmas had a bit of a routine going for herself. she’d go on about her business at work, finally get off after a long and emotionally draining day and slum it on over to the nearest bar. like clockwork someone; normally a male with a overly high opinion of himself and his capabilities would approach her and try to make nice in which she would show them her badge and ask them to kindly fuck off. tonight’s unfortunate male was just now taking his walk of shame to whatever corner of the bar he’d originally came from, as the dark haired femme attempted to go on about her business. that is until another figured was clearly hovering by her vicinity. “i may be off duty but if you annoy me enough i’ll arrest your ass in a second…i don’t want you to buy me a drink and i sure as hell don’t want to go home with you so try the blonde chick at the end of the bar.” her tone embodied annoyance as she pulled the glass of whiskey to her lips, allowing the liquid to running smoothly down her throat. 

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maple’s head snapped up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, eyes trailing over the seemingly stranger’s form, a tight lipped smile forming on her face. “you’ve come to the right person, my dear,” she answered with a quip,”there’s not much to do, actually, but since you’re with me know, we’ll find something. the real question here is how far are you willing to go?”

slade had been sitting down in the commons for a bit. watching people go by. the usual thoughts crept into her head, causing her to see each person walking by as a minute passed. how many ‘people’ did she have left?? what happens when the last person walks by?? her heart pounded nervously before she shook her head, stood up, and walked to the first seemingly welcoming face she saw. “h-hey, uh…what do people do here for fun?? i’m so bored, i think i might soberly call my ex.”

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swimariner:

     callaghan knows better than to step on the offer of a bonnie lass, especially one that comes swinging through the doors like a banshee out the creek. “aye, that is a wee accent. m’from green ol’ireland, innit. best land in the world. well, haven’t been there since i was nine’er so, but still.” he winks, motioning for her to keep walking. the pair move toward the parking lot, the lights starting their buzz to life to illuminate the night. “what aboot you, lass? been in derry y’er whole life then?”

“unfortunately,” she’s quick to answer, rolling her eyes up to the heavens with a loud groan, “but home is home, i guess.” she can’t remember a time she’s ever traveled outside of derry, and suddenly, she feels very...heavy -- she’s spent her entire life in this speck of a town, while she could be out traveling the world -- yet here she stays. she shakes her head then, snapping out of her deluded daydream of sorts. “can’t believe we haven’t become more acquainted then. i usually make it my business to know each and every person here. kind of like a game of sorts.” she purses her lip, bringing a sweaty palm to tighten her loose pony. “i guess this question is sort of...late considering you’ve lived here a while, but how do you like it? i can’t imagine derry, maine is anymore exhilarating than a place like ireland.”

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ethicvls:

“Oh? Afraid i’ll kick your butt? Is that why you don’t wanna play?” A smirk fell across her lips as she let out a small laugh before making eye contact again.”You know what? FINE. I guess we can take a break of this horrible game”

she flashes her a look of contempt before rising from the couch, crossing her dainty arms over her chest. “let’s go then. we could go...ghost hunting -- or maybe even night swimming -- or maybe you’re too scared,” she cooed, reaching a hand out to poke her side. “pick your poison.”

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lovegrowsrosemary:

“No I was thinking of drinking and decorating, it’s more fun that way.“ She said with a shrug as she started to take things out of the boxes.

“i can get behind that,” she snorted, leaning down to begin to help. “if i help now,” she glanced up at the other, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, “you gotta have a drink with me afterwards.”

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dietmtndews:

❛ are you okay ? ❜ ace opened an amused smile as he took notice of the yawn, eyebrow raising as he analyzed the other’s face. ❛ you look like you’re two seconds away from toppling over. should i drag you to the diner so you can get some coffee or should i just drag you to bed ? you’re not like pulling all nighters and shit, are you ? because those make your hair fall out, in case you didn’t know. ❜

her hands immediately go up to her hair, feeling for lost strands, and letting out a sigh once she figures they’re all in place. “fun things happen at night, you gotta admit,” she interjects with a shrug, bumping her hip into his, “gotta stay up for that or else i’ll miss out.” she’s fine, she tells herself then, straightening her shoulders and blinking rapidly. “let’s go. i’ll buy.”

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gotta do some homework and clean my room! i’ll be back later, my dudes.

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lovegrowsrosemary:

She walked through the door and let out a small groan when she put the boxes down beside the bar. The brown haired girl looked around and then back at the other girl. “The bar is kind of slow today, so I just thought decorating would help me pass the time.“

“and you thought you’d busy yourself by decorating? can’t relate,” the girl utters, not really meant to be a jab towards the other, but she’s never been one for common manners. “didn’t think to pour yourself a drink instead?”

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she’s quite fond of the coffee shop, you see. she even has a table that’s -- well, it doesn’t have her name on it or anything, but it might as well have been hers. so when she stumbled into the shop at a particularly ungodly hour, not exactly sober, mind you, she can’t help but to wander over to the man, coughing slightly at his greeting. “you’re sitting at my table,” she noted, eyes dazed and cloudy.

marnie sat alone in the corner of a coffee shop, a discarded plate and mug set aside as he poured over notes and files with exhausted eyes. a figure stood nearby caught his half dazed attention and he mumbled a request for a refill on the coffee. upon realising, however, that the person by his table wasn’t a waiter, he squeezed his eyes shut n frustration. ‘ shit. sorry. that’s really fuckin’ rude, sorry… thought you were a waiter. my bad. ’

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swimariner:

     “s’not a problem, lass,” he nods, smiling widely. “i been seein’ya round’ere before, ya go hikin’n them trails?” callaghan inquires, shifting the weight of his bag from one side of his shoulder to the other. “s’gettin’pretty late, actually. m’happy ta’walk ya’to y’er car if ya’need. make sure ya’don’bump’nta anyone else.”

maple can’t help the grin that forms on her face, a playful one full of mostly good intentions -- though you never know with her. her eyes dance up to him to study him in full, scrunching up her nose in reply. she knows she’s just fine by herself, but that doesn’t mean she can’t have fun playing the damsel every once in a while. “how kind of you,” she muses, feet beginning to carry her out of the door, sure that he’s in tow behind her. “is that an accent i hear, by the way? where’re you from?” she’s seen the other around, sure, but never has had the chance to actually talk to him. now’s as good a time as any.