Hey there.

Sleep well! Or have a nice day or whatever suits your timezone!

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

Yeah, that sounds good. For the newspaper! (IDEK) And he has two older brothers and a big sister too.

Hm, newpaper would be too serious. A magazine! Like Seventeen or something! Or those children photographers! Like at the Children’s Place in the mall!

Or at the magazine, his boss always gets mad at him for having too much fun entertaining the little kids and being goofy!

I like this. I like this a lot. Now I just need to think more about my character, derp.

Can he be a country kid? That’d be fun.

AND ANOTHER PLAYER? YAY FOR JAZZY.

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

Avivah put a blanket over Ophelia, curled into a ball, and dimmed the lights. “Whenever you need me. I’ll be in the other room.” She sighed and walked into the bedroom. Her and Damon’s. Avivah did know about being hurt. And missing people. She sat down on the bed and opened up her book, pretending to read, listening for Ophelia’s movements.

As the blanket hit her skin, Ophelia suddenly felt like she was on fire. There was no happy-medium for her when she was in the state that she was in right now. It was strange, how she couldn’t seem to say ‘thank you’ to Avivah when if not for her, she would have kept roaming the streets, crying and killing without meaning to. As she went to close her eyes, visions of today’s events flashed through her mind. The trip to Miami, her eyes onyx, and dark. The screams, the children. The small, tiny children… She shot up quietly, shaking and trembling. She needed to get out of here. Quickly, and silently, she threw the covers back and disappeared. In a flash, she was in her own home, safe from the night terrors, safe from herself. Her other self, that is.

Avivah clenched her jaw and went into the living room, fully aware that Ophelia had jumped ship. She let her go, knowing the girl was scared. And in return, she was super annoyed. Avivah knew she could help, she just wasn’t given the chance. It was aggravating.

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

Yeah, that sounds good. For the newspaper! (IDEK) And he has two older brothers and a big sister too.

Hm, newpaper would be too serious. A magazine! Like Seventeen or something! Or those children photographers! Like at the Children’s Place in the mall!

Or at the magazine, his boss always gets mad at him for having too much fun entertaining the little kids and being goofy!

imgoingtobethatgirl:

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

I’M THE LITTLE TRAIN THAT COULD RP SMUT.

If that makes sense. But yes.

Logan Waters.

Logan motherfucking Waters.

How old is Mr. motherfucking Waters going to be?

…. Mr….

Yeah, that sounds good. For the newspaper! (IDEK) And he has two older brothers and a big sister too.

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

call—0f—cr0w:

Alexa.

Alexa, stahwp.

Alexa, no.

No. No, Alexa.

Alexa, I will lick you.

Lex shall not have it!

And you and Nikolai have the same threats. BABIES

YOU DARE CALL ME A BABY?!

AND MY MUSE?!

Oh, you’re gonna get it.

Ooo, you’re gonna get it.

NO LICKING IN THIS FACILITY OR I WILL BRING OUT MY SECRET WEAPON.

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

call—0f—cr0w:

imgoingtobethatgirl:

I’M THE LITTLE TRAIN THAT COULD RP SMUT.

If that makes sense. But yes.

Logan Waters.

Logan motherfucking Waters.

How old is Mr. motherfucking Waters going to be?

…. Mr. motherfucking Waters shall be hm…… 25? 

Does my cursing offend you? I’m sorry, bb.

Yes, this seems like a good idea.

Logan Waters, twenty-five years old, human… photographer, maybe?

He’s too adorkable to be a serious photographer.

call—0f—cr0w:

Alexa.

Alexa, stahwp.

Alexa, no.

No. No, Alexa.

Alexa, I will lick you.

Lex shall not have it!

And you and Nikolai have the same threats. BABIES