#triggered.

Me harté y puse un comentario para armar desastre.

Deseenme suerte.

*Se va a golpear una almohada*

To resume everything on english: People still thinking that S&C is a RS plagium.

I got tired of it and I put a comment to make disaster.

Wish me luck.

*Goes to punch a pillow*

send 👐 to cradle my muse's face.

WHAT did she think she was doing? The audacity! Sure Aster knew she was brainless, but this was a new level.

CONTINUED FROM / @ohkiss

It was a beautiful day for your run - of - the - mill delivery. In and out, no exchange, just a simple drop - off of the promised materials. DON'T GO TOO FAR, she'd warn her driver, a merry smile on her face to match the peppy pop music that bubbled from the car's speakers. Sunglasses were popped on and a sneakered - foot had already hit the concrete when that smile, ( that damnable smile! ), that might've seem an immovable fixture on the blonde's face, was struck off like a name off a hit list. One second, there. The next, gone. Nothing left behind but a cold absence with the lingering air of violence.

She didn't turn around. She even considered ignoring the girl outright, shutting the door behind her, and walking right off to where she was going to meet their recipient. They'd already gone over the signals, the directions, the game - plan, and up until that moment, Charlotte would've been more than happy to go over any of it again. But that name had crossed that girl's lips and now blood was rushing behind her ears, causing a stifling roaring to fill her head. She could hardly hear anything else the girl was saying. Allowing a breath to fully seethe out between her teeth first, the chaos agent finally turned around, her face now grim and stoney behind those dark shades.

𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ᵗʰᵉ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. starter prompts || OPEN