✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKINGDEMANDS ...[REMASTERED]

"I don't know... rainbows and unicorns?" A boldfaced lie. "My sweet sixteen?" she actually never had that. "That I probably double parked, and I'm for sure getting a ticket? Whatever kind of vapid shit girls usually think about..." which truth be told, she only ever learned from the movies, but if she sticks with it, she might even convince herself that it's true. Truthfully, there's ever only one thing in her mind, and it's neither pleasant nor easy to talk about.

⏤ What an observation. She didn't think he would notice it. For a mere second, she felt as if her mask was a misfit, showing a part of her that she conceals. The group of people that come with him, from his work line, aren't so observant. They do have one focus only, in general, one type of thought in from people like her… And they are the people she hates. And yet, everything is hidden by a killer smile and soft words. At the end of the night, it is her winning the money from them. The corner of crimson lips etched slightly. ❛ Yes. ❜ She says softly as she strokes his cheek. ❛ And I can say the same about you. ❜ Lux booped the tip of his nose softly with her index finger. ❛ Why the question? Are you interested in finding out? ❜

Favorite Picture/Gif of your muse: @hstarke

What color my muse associates yours with:

A song that reminds my muse of the relationship between them and the sender:

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into - Be More Chill Original Broadway Cast Recording "And there are so many changes I'm going through And why am I telling this to you? Guess there's a part of me that wants to. I guess a part of me wants to Who knew?"

What my muse thinks of yours:

Asa thinks he's kind of an asshole? But he keeps running into him and gets kind of weird advice, and he likes hearing from other people and getting different perspectives. So even if he finds him to almost always be a dick to him, Asa's fascinated by him enough not to run away every time he sees him.

Something my muse wants to say to yours but can’t:

How do you do it? Just... not care, about so many things? Not give a shit? I care about things so much, all the time. I wish I could turn it off.

Where my muse sees their relationship with yours in five years:

"...At least 7. Can he have a few too? Can I share mine? Maybe he'd loosen up and not be such an arse and then we could have a nice, drunken sexy time?" @hstarke

He stands behind the door to the large event hall, rocking on his heels. And he knows, his confidence will shatter into bite-sized pieces the moment he steps out into this fundraiser floor. Selling art is so much easier when it's just... a gallery show. It hangs in an austere white room for a month, wealthy people tell the attendant what they want. They put a sticker on the back and he picks up a check. This requires talking, and he's been asked to talk about his art.

His art? The warped faces and elongated fingers? The thousands of mouths? They want to hear about him? About his vision? His process?

There's the briefest swell, vanity perhaps but just pride in pluriform, before he bumps right into the one person who always seems to bring him rocketing back to reality. The one he always just... happens upon. And he's way too close as he realizes who it is. "Hans. Hullo, love, how are you? You clean up well."

3o﹕ a  random  text .

OZ: what was that girls name OZ: the one who I went downtown with in the back of Club Cache? OZ: and then that one bouncer was pushing through the crowd to get to me and I just hid under her dress? OZ: i think she was your friend? Shit.

TEXT MEMES - asa // val // mars // oz // ash