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#also fits kaleb but ...... #q. #( ☆ ) — ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ. › aes.

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#well #q. #( ☆ ) — ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰʀᴇsʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇss. › musings.

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#go away asshole #( ☆ ) — ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴋʏ. › visage. #q.

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#( ☆ ) — ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ. › aes. #q.

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#ok but #( ☆ ) — ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰʀᴇsʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇss. › musings. #q.

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will these ever end?

#( ☆ ) — ʟᴇᴛ's ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. › memes. #( ☆ ) — sᴏ ᴅᴇᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. › interactions. #( ☆ ) — ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢ. › ooc. #( ☆ ) — ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ. › aes. #( ☆ ) — ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴋʏ. › visage. #( ☆ ) — ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰʀᴇsʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇss. › musings.

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📱 ( for cris, even kidnapping won't prevent this )

✖ — ( ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ) sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ “📱” ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ:

what was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ SENT ; 9:53 AM ]   i was forced to go to this therapist. 10/10 wouldn’t recommend

[ SENT ; 11:49 AM ]   hey, y’know that rich dude that moved to town?

[ SENT ; 11:56 AM ]   the one with the crazy hair. 

[ SENT ; 12:01 AM ]   according to his acc balance, he isn’t that rich anymore

[ SENT ; 3:40 PM ]   our business is doing great, but i need you to come over so i can show u something. 

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

[ DELETED ; 2:04 AM ]   how do i turn my brain off?

[ DELETED ; 4:50 PM ]   can you not with the sarcasm for once?

[ DELETED ; 5:43 PM ]   mind if i just move to your place? my family is driving me crazy. though A is helping with that, too.

[ DELETED ; 6:20 PM ]   teach me how to give no fucks.

[ DELETED ; 8:10 PM ]   i must be you’re only friend if you’re saying that.

what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

[ NIKTHEGEEK SENT YOU A SNAP. ]   lost my glasses .. now the world is blurry

what my muse saved your number as?

psycho friend.

what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

twisted nerve - bernard herrmann.

how many times my muse has called your this week?

one.

how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

none.

#dont ask me what this is bc idk #imma tag this as cris' url bc that makes more sense ig #delvsory. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᶫᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵖᶫᵃʸ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ⋅ ⁾ memes. #q.

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— TESSA.

          ‘ only way to cure a hangover is to keep drinking, ’ she muttered to herself, taking the bottle of wine into her possession, taking a few large gulps as her body drowned in the large blanket hugging her shoulders as her bright blue eyes focused on the small fire made in the chimney. 

         his eyes were focused on his sisters, her words making him reach for the bottle and taking it from her.  ❝ i think you’ve had enough. i really don’t wanna’ deal with ANOTHER drunk person right now. don’t think i could handle it. ❞  the words left his lips as he placed the bottle on top of the counter.  ❝ talk to me. ❞

#idek what this is #pcrfectionist. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ⋅ ⁾ interactions.

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( @delvsory )

        ❝ EVERYONE here is getting drunk. i’m admired you’re not one of them. and before you ask, the only reason i refuse to drink is because i don’t want to BLACKOUT in public. i’m afraid that if i start drinking, i might not stop. ❞

#sm h ... #delvsory.

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— JULES.

As it usually is, Jules found her phone dead with no charger. After the initial shock from being in a cabin full of Roses with no way back to Rosewick, she began to wander around the halls, away from the crowd of drunk teenagers. She was staring out of the bookshelves of what looked like another living when she felt someone enter the room, “Oh, I didn’t see you there.”

        he already regretted stepping into the cabin. so could the night get any worse? the male would also regret asking that question soon. because yes, it could. the town’s psycho always managed to RUIN things. dominik was sure it made them happy. he took small steps to enter one of the rooms, and his eyes drifted from his phone to the other once he heard her voice.  ❝ uh, hi. sorry, i was kinda’ distracted. ❞

#akjsd what is this #cmonjules. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ⋅ ⁾ interactions.

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— MICAH.

‘’… we’re not that FUCKED up. ‘’ he grumbles, taking a sip of his beer. ‘’ i didn’t know the guy that well, plus he seemed like a dick sooo… i’m asking. why am i HERE ?? ‘’ 

          there was a roll of eyes once he noticed the beer on the male’s hand.  ❝ if you keep drinking, you’ll be pretty fucked up soon.          who cares? i didn’t like him either, but i’m not a MONSTER. ❞  the truth? he felt guilty. now more than ever.  ❝ let’s just have FUN, okay? ❞ 

#micahryder. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ⋅ ⁾ interactions.

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— CRISTINA.

          ‘ i’ve already been forced into singing three campfire songs, eaten ten s’mores, and done some ridiculous “ ritual ” some of the younger girls have where they make snow angels in their pajamas –––– –– of course i’m excited for A to show up. at least they can’t bury you this time! ground’s frozen solid, maybe they’ll bury ME instead, wouldn’t that be a riot? make sure you save me though, i need to die at eighteen to reach peakshakespearean tragedy. ’

        ❝ FORCED? you can always leave, y’know? unless part of you enjoyed it. and it’s not a ritual, it’s just kids being kids. you can’t blame them.                         HA, funny. if that psycho wanted me buried again, they’d manage to do it. WAIT; i’m supposed to save you when you didn’t save me?          you’re lucky i’m enough of a GOOD guy to make sure you fulfil your dreams. ❞

#delvsory. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ⋅ ⁾ interactions.

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— MICAH.

‘’ WHY are we here again ?? ‘’

        ❝ uh, we’re paying our last respects? besides, people would start questioning it if the ryder’s DIDN’T show up. everyone here is suspicious of everything. can’t say i blame them, though. ❞

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— CRISTINA.

          ‘ isn’t this fun? the family camaraderie, the love & affection lingering in the air, the fact we’re in a completely isolated setting and basically trapped in this caricature of falsified domesticity? wonderful, i’m telling you, i’m sure there won’t be a single suicide by the end of the week. ’

        ❝ so fun. i surely don’t regret being here instead of staying home. really! nothing is better than being trapped with people you don’t have anything in common with. NO, wait. actually, i’m sure that the town’s psycho wants to hurt us ALL so we do have something in common. OH, let me guess, you’re excited to see that happening. ❞

#we're already Blessed by her not shutting up .. #what is this #delvsory. #☠ — ❛ ⁽ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵐʸ ᵉᵈᵍᵉˢ⋅ ⁾ interactions.

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— TESSA.

→          it wasn’t until he admitted it that the realization of the situation sunk into the blondes skin. if it wasn’t for her to find the pile of dirt her brother was under, he would’ve been dead right now and that weight on her shoulders would’ve shoved her deeper into the ground than he was buried. ‘ —- then i guess you just owe me, ’ she said, trying her best to joke in the situation as her hands clung tightly onto the males dirty clothes as they sat in the darkened damp night, her body unable to even think about getting off the ground.

           once dominik mentioned getting up and going home, tessa nodded her head silently, worried about getting up and being able to walk home. she had to keep break down until she was behind closed doors - maybe when she was in the shower. last thing she wanted was for dominik to cause his trauma to take care of her when she was clearly fine despite everything going on around them. ‘ let’s go home, take some showers and watch some friends with whiskey, okay? ’

     after hearing her words, a low laugh escaped his lips.  ❝ i do owe you. ❞  his tone was low, eyes scanning his surroundings. he was starting to feel like he was being selfish. not a question pertaining to tessa had left his lips. and honestly? he cared about his family more than he cared about himself. 

     the male waited for his sister to get up, nodding after hearing her question.  ❝ a lot of whiskey. ❞  he spoke, as he tried his best not to lose his balance.  ( it was harder than he thought. )  as they were walking through the woods, they stood silent. yet it was a comfortable kind of silence. at least for dominik. so it was surprising  ( for him )  that the person ending it was no other than himself.

     ❝          hey, how are YOU feeling?  ❞  the question left his lips, his head turning to the girl he had wrapped his arm around in to make sure he didn’t fall as they went home.  ❝ did you get hurt in the midst of whatever happened? ❞

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— MICAH.

‘ you uh– you alright ?? ‘ micah’s brows furrow as he makes his way over to dom, moving to sit down beside his brother. ‘i uh– saw the text. sorry it took me so long to you know..find you. when i got out of the building i didn’t see you, tessa or.. anyone and i saw one of my friends– i thought.. i thought i had lost you guys, and.. we left– now here i am coming back and..’’ trailing off, a hand runs through his hair nervously. ‘i’m sorry.’

     ❝ yeah, absolutely. ❞  a lie. one he was getting rather used to say. what else was he supposed to say? NO? the last thing he wanted  ( or needed )  was people getting even more worried about him. once he began to hear his brother’s words, his eyebrows were furrowed; head shaking slightly.  ❝ it’s not your fault, micah. ❞  his tone was soft, an arm wrapping around his brother.  ❝ we’re all OKAY. that’s all that matters. ❞

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— CRISTINA.

          ‘ come on, you’re ALIVE, aren’t you? ’ her childlike façade slipped from her pristine features as she stepped through the door, much more used to showing her true colours in front of the elder, dark eyes scanning the house. ‘ tessa did a good job of finding you! hope you didn’t swallow too much dirt, don’t know how i’d have carried on without you! ’ she reaches up, attempting to ruffle his hair by balancing on her tiptoes, ‘ anyone home, nikky? do i need to put my good girl face on? ’

     ❝ i am. ❞  the words left his lips in a low, almost inaudible tone as he closed the door and turned around.  ❝ you’re so sweet. ❞  there was a sarcastic smile on his lips. her words didn’t affect him, though. he was actually thankful she didn’t care much about the whole thing; it meant she wasn’t going to do what everyone else did lately.  ❝ no one but us. so feel free to put whichever face you want on. ❞  his shoulders shrugged.

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