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[anomaly-vee]

woag… OUAW ask blogs…

the urge to make a kremy lecroux ask blog but the fear of mischaracterizing him….

[mxtal-up-ur-ass]

CHAT I NEED HIM.

[fentanylfish]

Marjorine version of Victor Chaos!!!

this sucks im so sorry

[harlowhanlon]

closed starter for: @summercassidy

S.O.S.

The text had consisted of three letters and yet, Harlow's mind had gone into overdrive. Now, as she sat perched at a table in a shadowy nook, far from where prying eyes would spot her too easily, her fingers were restless. She busied herself tapping the rhythm of a quiet song against the wooden table's surface. A somber melody that had been playing inside her mind all day. Mild worry, some semblance of genuine concern was written atop her features as she waited for her cousin's arrival. The place was forlorn in the dark hours of a slow winter day and Harlow glanced down at her phone, briefly, just as the door swung open. Bright eyes of cerulean hue darted upwards in an instant. Hoisting her body from the chair, Harlow moved forward, pulling her cousin into a hug. "So," she began. "What kind of emergency are we talking here?"

[alaricfarrow]

closed starter for: @thesarahruiz where: sarah and gale's apartment

The door in front of which he lingered was shut and his hold on the thick book tightened momentarily. His knuckles connected with the wood one, two, three times in a means to announce his presence. A step backward was taken, leading him to stand a little further from the threshold, as though he was fearful to frighten her, once she'd open the door. He cast a look downward at the cover of the book he had meant to return after a time way too long, pondering on its contents, caught in black script on white pages. Alaric had made sure to return the book in the very sam condition in which it had been bestowed into his care, cautious to not break its spine, not leave any imperfections distorting any page of the book Sarah had lent him. And as the door swung open, an automatic smile nestled itself into his expression. "Hi. I, uh ... I thought you might want this back." A beat. "You can spare a minute or two, do you?"

[samxbradford]

closed starter for: @veritywagner where: verity's apartment

The knocks on the door were firm and determined. Not quite enough to give away hints of despair that bubbled beneath the surface. Sam looked worn. Dark circles adorned his features, sat sturdy below bright eyes and it didn't take more than a fleeting glance to see - he was unwell. He'd been eating the grief like stones and incessant nausea had kept him company ever since. "V?" Sam asked through the door, as another pair of knocks shook the wood his knuckles connected with. "Verity, please open the door." He swallowed, his next words much more quiet. "I need someone to talk to."

[franciscofontenelle]

setting: streets of cresthill meadows, kismet harbor

Unpacking books from various boxes had turned into his favorite pastime. And while there were many other duties to tend to, many other endeavors to pursue and forgotten friendships to nurture, ever since his return not too many weeks prior, Francisco found infinite bliss in negligence. Ignorance was a virtue and he called it his own, as he followed the sidewalk's lead toward the place he now called his home - again, after many years of skyscrapers towering above him on the country's opposing coast. Yes, ignorance was a virtue he called his own, as the box he carried, its contents scattered keepsakes he wasn't sure he actually needed, began to fail his trust. It announced itself slowly, the rip that threatened to burst the carton open and he only realized, once books and pictures and shattered porcelain were painting a mildly tragic picture to his feet. A sigh, as frustrated as it was silent, fell from his lips and he lowered his arms to either side of his lean body, the broken box defeated by gravity's compelling command. "For fuck's sake," he muttered, now knowing that getting up this morning had been a mistake. @dilaraxbaysal

[justatallstick]

terrible day to open @sip0soup ‘s texts

[hearts-4-vicky]

Vivi baby!! do you send nudes after the first date? cause im tryna see em.. POEAASR I HAVE THE AFFTTEST CRUSH ON YOU OLEASE PELASE PELASEE PELASSEEEEE PLEASEEEEE can we sext

dawg. THIS ISNT YOU‼️‼️‼️‼️ and erm no to all of ur questions..

[sashaxjones]

closed event starter for: @maverick-bennett where: cedar grill & lounge

Sasha held little patience for the mundane. Little understanding for the trivial things. The month of May in the townscape on the coast of Oregon posed a marginal difference to its usually common normality. Occupying her place in a bar, it was not wine she opted to. The contents of her glass were doused in amber hue and sloshed around cubes of ice as she brought the rim up to meet her lips. Hazel eyes wandered down the counter of the bar, a venture in pursuit of finding something to appease her mind. His tattoos were the first thing Sasha noticed, only then came his face. Familiar to a faint degree, something hazy and she could not recall ever having spoken to him. The order was quickly placed with the bartender, another drink on her tab. A drink for a stranger, she had yet come to know. And she held no selfish intent, held no expectations for the night to pan out in a particular sense. No, Sasha was on a mission to fight shallow boredom and unlike the workshops for the fundraiser, she deemed him a better fit.

[jaspersalvo]

“So that survey was a load of shit, right?” Duke had no idea where his ‘date’ ended up, and eyes were scanning for anyone else who looked more interesting and more available to spend the rest of the night with... maybe more. Who knew. There were no rules for Valentine’s, it was all made up, right? “Who did your favorite dessert tell you was your one true love?” A snort sounded as he thought about the blasphemy of it... Or as he felt the buzz from another Cupid’s Arrow. open @nepofmstarters​ 

[flolio]

Watching ironman 2 QND NAT IS SOOOO FINE.

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

why is this energy drink making me SLEEPY what the FUCK

[fentanylfish]

Genuinely I would eat everything you make about South Park, truly delicious cuisine

thankyou always happy to make a meal

[harlowhanlon]

setting: verity and harlow's apartment, LA

Less than two weeks. No more than fourteen days and Harlow's days underneath California's sun would come to a tragic end. For now, at the very least. It was slipping - the certainty that things might fall into place after all. That in some strange, fateful stroke of sheer luck or happenstance, this might not turn out to be an enormous catastrophe after all. "You have to help me." The statement came immediate, as did her appearance in the wooden doorframe. Harlow's voice was resolute, her gaze unrelenting, as she observed Verity in their living room's space, comfortably designed to give a vague sense of homeliness. And yet, there was no doubt she'd ever settle with "No" for an answer. "It's urgent." @veritywagner

[alaricfarrow]

closed starter for: @maggiexsommers

His blue gaze had fallen upon her, had rested to observe her reaction for mere moments after he'd handed her a present. It was something akin to tradition. His ritual of bringing Maggie a keepsake from a travel she had not been a part of, no matter how long or far his ways had carried him from his hometown. Two weeks had gone by since he'd returned from a brief trip overseas. Two weeks with no chance for him to make a personal delivery of a present, a perfect little souvenir, and it was only now that Alaric began to question, whether his friend actually needed a fridge magnet, reading LONDON.

A beat passed as his eyes continuously lingered on Maggie and the early stages of something not much unlike dread were birthed by rattling thoughts and began to itch underneath his skin. "Oh god, you hate it."