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#┋ *.: × — ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴏ ∘ ｢ visage. ｣

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alyssa;

An aching jaw, sensitive skin, hearing colors and seeing sounds, this was everything that Alyssa could put into words. Pure MDMA was different from when it was laced with another drug of choice, the powder hit them faster than a pill would and she didn’t know if she was grateful or regretful of the decision to roll with Tynen. At first she hadn’t been, as they’d danced and jumped and had simple, innocent fun. Now? Now she couldn’t think of anything but the way his fingertips felt like they were leaving burning trails against her tingling skin, feeling so hot that she almost checked to see if he was leaving burn scars until he caught her attention. The words took her a moment to process, the siren of a girl too distracted by the fullness of his lips, the softness of his tawny skin as she trailed her own fingertips down the length of his forearm. “Why not?” She tilts her head, grinning as a tune from her childhood began to play in her head. “Why not,” she repeated, this time in a singsong voice and giggling as she danced slightly in her place. Alyssa caught his eyes again, still grinning and letting out a over dramatic sigh. “I didn’t want to be alone. Pearl and Bradley had dates and I didn’t want to be the…. fifth wheel or whatever,” she shrugs, cupping his cheeks. “But you asked, and I like you, so I said yes,” she laughs, leaning over to place a kiss to his nose. “Why did you ask?” she counters.

At some point during their wind down, the background music had gone from a thumping bass to a melody much softer -- perhaps he’d been the one to change it, he couldn’t remember. Regardless, the calming sound penetrated his frame, making his heart thump much harder and his throat tighten in a reaction that music never created whilst sober. For a moment, he found himself lucky to be feeling so deeply. A giggle emitted from parted puffy lips as Alyssa referenced a familiar song, though he wasn’t sure which was more amusing -- her playing or his own muddled mind. “Pearl and Bradley,” he repeated under his breath in reminder of the girls the female was close with, as he often forgot. Unfaltering hands slid up her arms, fingers briefly coiling around her wrists before his palms pressed against the back of her hands, smooshing his cheeks together into a fish face. “I dunno,” Ty began, syllables falling oddly from his mouth and prompting another grin. He toyed with the vixen’s slender fingers, pulling her hands from his cheeks and swinging them back and forth between their persons. “I wanted to keep an eye on you, I think. Not in a weird way, but I didn’t want you to end up going with some prick who just wanted to fuck you since you were newly single.” There was irony in his efforts, as Tynen himself had tried to sleep with Alyssa that night, to no avail. “Plus I feel like I never get to see you anymore, which is a shame,” he revealed, dark eyes locking on hers before settling on the curvature of her lower lip.

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft alyssa. ｣ #bless

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*.: × remi

Remi stared over at him with wide eyes, almost shocked by the way he was speaking to her. “You’re not over that? I don’t own you, and you don’t own me.” He’d definitely made that clear. “I can fuck who I want. We all know you do.” The girl scoffed. Sure, she had her run in with drugs and had adapted to lying, but that didn’t make her capable of murder. “You think I could murder someone? Really? I could barely open the door to get in here, Tynen. There’s no goddamn way I’d be able to produce enough force to kill someone.” 

“Not over what?” he pressed, refusing to actually articulate what was bothering him, despite how they both obviously knew what it was. “Wow, that’s so cool that you’re liberated with your body, and everything. But anyway --” Tynen carded his fingers through his hair, clearing his throat as he listened to her, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. This was a new level of annoyance for him. It took quite a lot to get Ty truly irritated, but he was clinging to this anger like a newfound addiction. “I don’t know what you’re up to, so. Doesn’t take all that much to kill someone.” He shrugged, obviously uninterested in discussing it any further, likely because he knew better than to accuse someone as mild as Remi of murder.

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft remi. ｣

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#┋ *.: × — sᴛғᴜ ᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴀ ∘ ｢ ooc. ｣ #U THOT U COULD GET AWAY FROM ME #NOOOO SON IM STILL HERE

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*.: × elena

Elena would have never believed she’d have such a start on her first few days at Atticus. It wasn’t entirely a thrilling beginning, but she couldn’t quite put her fingers on why her brother was so eager to leave this place. But in any case, this was all in the past, and she could just begin her new life. If she could find her way out of here. “I’m having such a blast! I never want to go from here!” She said, sticking an overly sarcastic grin painted on her lips as she looked at the closest person. “For real, it’d be a lot more fun if we could find a way out? What about that? Wanna jump the wall with me?”

Arms crossed tightly over his chest, Tynen offered the girl a curious expression, briefly finding entertainment in her playful antics despite that the whole lockdown situation had him feeling plagued. “And what if they catch us?” he asked, already sizing up the wall in question. “Might look pretty suspicious if the two of us ditch, y’know, this.”

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft elena. ｣

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*.: × remi

“So, if someone confesses we get out of here? Fuck, go tell them you did it, then. I want to go home.” 

“No,” Tynen huffed, his disdain for the female obviously still prevalent since she’d told him about her previous encounters with his best friend. “You fucking tell them you did it. Wouldn’t even be that shocked, given how you’re fucking doing lately... Do I look like I murdered someone? I don’t even know who this girl is.”

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft remi. ｣

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#┋ *.: × — wyatt x ty #LMFAO

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#┋ *.: × — ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴍ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴏ ∘ ｢ visage. ｣

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“So tell me something, okay?” Tynen proposed, smile so wide and constant that it made his cheeks hurt. All night he’d been grinning like this. The bitter, chemical taste of the dissolved drug of choice was now long gone, as he was instead hyperfocused on the female in his company, eager digits running up and down her arms, sliding across her shoulders and tickling the sides of her neck. Ty wasn’t quite sure what had compelled him and Alyssa to get high, at least not to such an extent. In retrospect of his previous drug induced escapades, taking MDMA made smoking weed look like child’s play, and he’d quickly discovered that rolling while at home was vastly different than rolling at a party. As soon as the drug had hit them, they’d turned up some shitty music and danced around his apartment for what felt like ages, eventually resulting in the two jumping around and somehow using his mattress as a makeshift trampoline. But the adrenaline could only last for so long, and at some point, Tynen had taken to sitting in his bed instead of bouncing on it, and the electric haired female had done the same. “Why’d you let me take you to the ball? You could’ve just said no.” His gaze rested heavily on the female’s features, focusing on her freckles and the way her cheekbones seemed to glitter under the soft lighting in his bedroom. @alyssaromana

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft alyssa. ｣ #alyssaromano

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*.: × nina

“I feel like this week has been full of mistakes and it’s not even over yet,” she sighed, blowing out the smoke from the hit of the blunt she had just taken. 

“What’d, you fuckin’ kill somebody?” he snorted, eyes focusing on the grey exhaled from her mouth. “Fail a test? Reject someone good looking?”

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft nina. ｣

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#┋ *.: × — ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡʜʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ∘ ｢ musings. ｣

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#┋ *.: × — ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴡʜʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ∘ ｢ musings. ｣

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*.: × remi

The girl stood in the center of the room for a while, as she listened to him speak. Everything seemed so forced now, instead of the usual light mood she was so used to when she was with him. She couldn’t help but think of all the times they’d laid in bed together and laughed about things they’d said or things they’d once done. It used to be so easy with them, she couldn’t help but wonder what the hell happened. Surely it was her fault, seeing as she was the one hooked on drugs, the high that filled her was like nothing else she’d ever experienced, and she’d admittedly gotten lost in it all. It was stupid of her to become so reliant on pain killers, it wasn’t as though she had any pain she needed to numb; nothing significant had ever happened to her, she just ended up falling into a hole she couldn’t seem to crawl back out of. 

“What?” Her voice cracked, eyes widening only to release streams of tears down her pale cheeks. She hadn’t prepared for this, she was so fucking positive he’d already heard the news. She wasn’t ready to say it out loud. Remi backed up against the wall and covered her face with her hands, she crumbled, letting herself slide down the wall as sobs raked through her small frame. She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked sitting there, her knees to her chest, as her whole body shook with each cry she let escape her. It wasn’t like she could just say it. “I’m sorry,” she cried, finally looking up at him once more, now shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I - I shouldn’t… I can’t.” The girl was taking quick breaths now, the air seemingly getting stuck in her throat. “Tynen, I… the pills. I can’t stop. I can’t.” 

To most guys that the male knew, all emotions were like a bug repellent. Nobody was ever interested in deep conversation, and god forbid someone start fucking crying. Put a sobbing sorority pledge in a room full of college guys, and it’d clear out in no time. But Tynen didn’t mind the tears, in fact, he’s grown used to it while growing up. Two sisters, one older, one younger, had exposed him to all sorts of typically female-oriented dramatics. Not to mention that he’d already seen Remi get worked up before. The male folded his hands in his lap while he watched the girl break down, quietly weighing his options before deciding against offering her any sort of comfort, his anger getting the best of him. It’d be a lie to say that he didn’t care about her, that he wasn’t incredibly bothered by the way she choked on her own tears. Yet, Ty couldn’t bring himself to offer any sort of physical comfort, despite that he knew he was capable of it.

Eventually, he let out a sigh and stood up from the bed, walking across the room and taking a seat next to Remi on the carpet. He kept a thin space between them, propping his elbows on his knees and intertwining his fingers yet again, in some final attempt to prevent himself from coursing his hands down her arms, or even pulling her into his lap. “Don’t apologize to me for that.” Tynen’s words weren’t a suggestion, but a command. “Remi, this is about the fucking pills? I already know about the pills.” Addiction wasn’t something Ty had much personal experience with, seeing how his own drug habits were never something he partook in out of need, unless you counted cigarettes, but he could still empathize with the female. Quitting a dependency was a well known difficulty, and though he hadn’t known just how intense her addiction was, he couldn’t shame her for it. Hell, half of his friends probably had an unmentioned pill problem. “So, you’ve developed an addiction. Lots of fucking people have addictions.” Frankly, he was still dumbfounded by the entire situation, perplexed as to why she’d come over only to cry about her narcotic issues, especially when they weren’t getting along. “I still don’t really... -- Like, what brought this on?” 

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft remi. ｣ #tw drugs

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*.: × remi

Once the door was actually open, Remi froze. She didn’t know what to say to him, or what exactly she was expected to say. Surely she shouldn’t just throw the information at him, as though it was something minuscule. Deciding it was best to let him bring up the topic, Remi stared up at him for a moment, her eyes getting lost in his messy hair and his swollen lips. His appearance made it obvious that the male had been sleeping, as if his yawn wasn’t evidence enough. It made her want to wrap her arms around him and tell him the truth - it made her want to forget about everything and crawl into bed with him, forget everything that had happened within the last couple of days. 

The girl let out a whine at his comment, she didn’t have the energy to fire a smart comment back at him. Almost instinctively, the girl reached down to smooth out her sweater, before reaching upwards to push the hair out of her face. She hated coming off as vulnerable, like she’d stayed up all night crying over him, or sat in the bathtub and stared at the wall until the water got cold - just because she couldn’t think of a good reason to get out. Remi was quick to step inside, though her actual movements were slow. “I just came to explain,” she sighed, turning around to face him, allowing herself to actually make eye contact now. She was sure he’d heard about the whole ordeal, that’d she’d been exposed as a pill popping maniac to the whole university. And how she’d have to get clean in order to continue attending classes. “I’m sorry… I wanted to tell you, Ty. I really did, but you get it, right? Like, I couldn’t.” Her words were vague, as she was sure he knew what she was talking about. She didn’t want to say anything more than she had to. The brunette reached up to wipe the tears filling her eyes with the sleeves of her worn sweater. “I’m sorry,” she spoke, her voice quiet and shaky. 

Once the female was inside, Tynen shut the door behind her and locked the deadbolt before heading back down the short hallway and into his bedroom. Had it been anybody else in company, he likely would’ve opted for a casual discussion in the living area, but he knew Remi intimately: the curve of her waist, the way her feet were always cold. An intimate relationship called for an intimate setting, and judging by the hot tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, his unmade bed was a much more suitable place to talk than the couch. Taking a seat on the mattress, his demeanor hinting that he obviously more comfortable here than in Remi’s bed, Ty listened to her speak. Naturally, his first assumption as to the cause of her despair was himself. Even now, having mostly processed the concept of her sleeping with Wyatt, his eyes were daggers in her direction. He’d yet to follow up on her words with his best friend, but he figured Remi was smart enough not to weave a lie so easily debunked. 

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she continued on, but he didn’t dare interrupt. She wanted to tell him what? Tynen’s mind immediately began fabricating unfathomable scandals, pulse quickening with each improbable idea. At the very least, her apology made him feel a little less on edge. Saying sorry wasn’t a very Remi thing to do. “I don’t get it, actually,” he exhaled, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck, as he often did during uncomfortable situations. “You wanted to tell me what?” His tone stayed impartial, expression stoic. “What is there to be sorry for? I’m thinking missing something. What did you do?”

#┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft remi. ｣

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*.: × remi

After her exposure, there was only one person Remi immediately thought about, and as stupid as it made her feel, that person was Tynen. Even after what he’d said to her, even after wanting him to hurt, even after lying to him. Remi loved the boy, and there was no flushing those feelings away. In her head, there was some chance he’d love her back one day, or that he’d come to his senses and realize he felt the same way about her all along. It wasn’t likely, but she convinced herself it was possible. The walk to Tynen’s place was stressful - she didn’t know what the hell to say to him. She didn’t know how he’d handle the news, especially since she’d already fucked things up with him a few days prior. Maybe he won’t care, she told herself. It was terrifying, to say the least, knowing it was a possibility that he’d never forgive her. 

Upon approaching Tynen’s house, Remi took a few deep breaths, almost hoping it’d shake the nerves from her system - that it’d stop her whole body from shaking. Hoping it’d give her the strength to keep her composure, though that wasn’t likely either. Hesitantly, Remi reached up and rapped her knuckles against the door, before taking a few steps back and awaiting him to open it. The girl could already feel the tears beginning to brim her eyes, despite her efforts to be rid of them. @tyncn

Upon waking up from his unprompted nap, eyes heavy with sleep and sobriety, Tynen let out a frustrated groan. It was late in the day, around dinner time, maybe. Though, he’d fallen asleep some time before noon, so there was technically no telling what time it was. Ty could’ve slept through a zombie apocalypse and had no idea. He was blindly feeling around sheets and pillows for his phone when a knock at the door stole his attention, soliciting a low groan from the back of his throat as he stood up to hound whomever was awaiting outside. It was likely Wyatt, or one of the neighbors, seeing how few people actually knew where Tynen’s home was, so he threw open the door without caution, stifling a yawn as his vision settled on the visitor. 

Of all people he would’ve guessed to see, Remi was rather low on the list, somewhere between Wynona Mason and Tyra Banks. But this was a different version of Remi, all unkempt hair and dark circles, and sad, sad, sad. “You look like shit,” Ty spoke lowly, unable to break his gaze despite how badly it burned to see her looking like such a wreck. Their previous encounter had left Tynen bitter, and though he still harbored an annoyance for Remi’s actions, he couldn’t deny her a place inside his home. Silence hung over them for a moment, but eventually he stepped aside, motioning for her to come in. 

#he's like HA this bitch is a wreck without me #like no tynen shut up #┋ *.: × — ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ∘ ｢ threads. ｣ #┋ *.: × — ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ∘ ｢ ft remi. ｣

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CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.

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bold flaws your character has / italicise ones they used to have, or have partially. feel free to add more.

absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomanic / naïve / nosey / obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sarcastic / sceptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / unlucky / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / weak-willed / withdrawn 

#┋ *.: × — ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪᴛs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ∘ ｢ headcanons. ｣

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#┋ *.: × — ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ∘ ｢ ipod. ｣