* ????? // ????? .

[marsy]

(': ily2 wow , Blessed
you made my day

& oh shid , ofc !! i'll invite you (;

[marsy]

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LUCKY  BUCHANAN .  i  wanted  to  forget ,  and  i  tried ,  but  everything  reminds  me  of  her ,  and  him .  forgetting  was  never  an  option ,  for  me .

[div style="width: 494px; text-align: justify; font-family: karla, arial; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: 1.3; margin-top: 10px;"]the  memory  of  his  sister  has  haunted  him  every  day  since  he  lost  her  fourteen  years  ago ,  and  with  it ,  the  memory  of  who  took  her  from  him  and  their  friends .  without  her ,  he  fell  into  isolation  again ,  unwillingly  at  first  before  he  finally  realized  their  friends  were  never  really  theirs — only  hers .  but  he  was  okay  with  it .  alone  was  something  he'd  grown  accustomed  to  in  his  first  decade  of  life .

and  alone  was  how  he  would  look  back  into  the  one  who  killed  his  sister ;  alone  was  how  he  would  find  him  and  bring  him  to  justice — until  his  mother  calls  her  friends  in  a  hushed  and  worried  voice ,  thinking  he  wasn't  paying  attention ,  or  couldn't  hear ,  or  both .

" i'm  worried  about  him .  he  hasn't  slept  or  eaten ,  and  all  he  does  is  look  through  your  old  folders  and  photos .  i  don't  know  what  to  do . "

[align=right]— UN-HIDDEN ,  a  drama - thriller / horror  wip .

[𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎.]

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[marsy]

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i'll post more about him later .

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[div style="font-family: abeezee, arial; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333; letter-spacing: 0.5px; margin-top: -3px;"]los  santos  //  ☼ ☼ ☼  //  xxviii

[south]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.2;"]tracking <3

[marsy]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"]welcome baaaaaabes <3

[marsy]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"]my love for jason todd knows no bounds

anyway i'm gonna , at some point , revamp / create a new premades thread & make some new templates because ya boi needs the distraction .

[marsy]

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[align=center]❝  i've  died  once  before ;  i'm  not  afraid  to  die  again .  ❞

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CRIMM .  a  dead  son  and  brother ,  heart  of  gold  rusted  and fading .  constant  frown ,  softened  by  few  none .  broken  crown ,  thrown  away .  always  the  charitable ;  reluctant  but  never  hesitant .  tongue  dripping  sarcasm .  eyes  tired  and  hardened .  calloused  hands ;  bruised  and  scarred .  authority  be  damned .

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going  by  and  known  only  as  CRIMM  is  the  sharp - tongued  young  man ,  lost  to  his  family  at  a  young  age ,  taken  from  them  and  forced  to  become  something  he  never  wanted  to  be .  when  he  was  old  enough ,  he  fought  back  with  succession ,  and  became  a  lethal - justice  guardian  of  the  innocent .  he  has  no  care  for  what  authority  says ,  and  acts  solely  by  his  own  rules  and  morals  (  which  may  be  questionable  ) .

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adam castello

36. david giuntoli. detective.

[b][i]what would you do for power ?

he sighs heavily and frowns, wiping a hand over his face. if it wasn’t noticeable before, the prominent bags under his eyes were definitely a little too prominent, now. his eyelids droop and he shakes his head, running both of his hands through his hair and staring at the carpeted floor.

“ i know a lot of people who’d sacrifice anything for just a taste of power, and i promised myself that i’d never become that—so hungry for power that i’m unafraid of losing anything and everything. ”

he pauses to suck in a shaky breath, and crosses his arms over his chest again.

“ i would turn down any offer for power unless i absolutely needed to be in that position—like, if it was to help others, or something. but i would only do it if i didn’t have to hurt anyone or completely lose myself in the process. ”

losing himself was something that has happened before—it’s easy to tell from the look in his eyes, brows furrowed and mouth in a tight line. he doesn’t want to feel that, again, and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone if he doesn’t have to—especially not for power.

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