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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:20:56 GMT -5
llama: shut, your writing is gorgeous.
winter: no hush that was as beautiful as llamas
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Post by All Ollie All The Time (llama) on Oct 16, 2014 19:23:16 GMT -5
llama: shut, your writing is gorgeous. winter: no hush that was as beautiful as llamas Shrieking I almost failed English with creative writing no
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Post by Koxio on Oct 16, 2014 19:25:56 GMT -5
llama: shut, your writing is gorgeous. winter: no hush that was as beautiful as llamas buT
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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:26:01 GMT -5
llama: shut, your writing is gorgeous. winter: no hush that was as beautiful as llamas Shrieking I almost failed English with creative writing no seriously??? you've got to be kidding, your writing is fabulous
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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:26:27 GMT -5
llama: shut, your writing is gorgeous. winter: no hush that was as beautiful as llamas buT sHU T
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Post by All Ollie All The Time (llama) on Oct 16, 2014 19:29:27 GMT -5
Shrieking I almost failed English with creative writing no seriously??? you've got to be kidding, your writing is fabulous I am not joking
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Post by Koxio on Oct 16, 2014 19:31:52 GMT -5
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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:33:26 GMT -5
seriously??? you've got to be kidding, your writing is fabulous I am not joking thats disappointing then. tell your teachers you deserve better
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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:33:56 GMT -5
nO YOUR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WILL NOT HEAR A WORD OTHERWISE
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Post by kano shoeya on Oct 16, 2014 19:35:05 GMT -5
I should be doing hw but I'm doing this instead I hope you guys know what 'sacrifice' I'm making okay I'm going to mix things up a bit and go with Jin --> Desmond
Jin has like no relationships with anyone somebody RP with this loser please and thank "Desmond."
The name slipped off of his tongue like poison, plaguing the air around him as the teen stared at Desmond's dorm room through almost eyes.
Yet, no matter how much he loathed the boy, his hand hung, frozen, above the door handle, as if some invisible string was pulling his hand away from the bronze knob and urging him to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just not here.
"It's," He blinked, "it's silly, isn't it? I hate him so much."
He stared at the dagger in his hand - Jimin's blood still on the blade from when Choshi had stabbed the judge.
"Yet I can't open this door."
A simple barrier, yet too much for him.
The matter was almost laughable.
In fact, Jin was sorely tempted to just throw his head back and laugh until his sides shook so much and his heart beat so fast that it simply burst and he would be dead himself.
But Desmond was going to die tonight, not him, ne?
The string snapped.
Jin flung open the door.
Desmond looked up from his bed, reading a book called something or other by some obscure author that Jin obviously didn't care about because Desmond liked it and if Desmond liked it then Jin couldn't like it right?
The surgeon opened his mouth as he saw Jin enter the room - usually the graffiti artist never stepped foot outside of his room unless it was to get some ice cream, and him actually going into someone else's room was completely unheard of.
But Jin didn't give him time to speak as he strode across the room in short, swift strides.
"Sorry I'm not sorry," He said, his voice surprisingly monotone, and then he stabbed him.
The first wound didn't kill him, and so, maybe from shock or maybe from pain, Desmond started thrashing as he attempted to hit back at his assailant, adrenaline obviously kicking in at the last moment.
But Jin didn't stop. His expression didn't change.
He just stabbed him over.
And over.
And over.
And over.
And over and over.
And overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover-
Then, quite suddenly, he stopped.
Gazing at the mangled body in front of him, and then at his bloodied hands, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him.
Desmond was...dead?
For whatever reason, Jin found the thought amusing.
And it's the human nature to laugh whenever they find something amusing, isn't it?
So that's what he did. He laughed.
And laughed and laughed until the students found him, still laughing, as he furiously attacked Desmond's face, showering him with kisses.
"I love you!" He cried, blood getting in his mouth as he nipped Desmond's lip. "I hate you! I love you! Hate you too! Love you hate you love you hate you love you-"
Desmond's eyes gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling.
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Post by maddiege on Oct 16, 2014 19:36:29 GMT -5
I should be doing hw but I'm doing this instead I hope you guys know what 'sacrifice' I'm making okay I'm going to mix things up a bit and go with Jin --> Desmond Jin has like no relationships with anyone somebody RP with this loser please and thank
"Desmond." The name slipped off of his tongue like poison, plaguing the air around him as the teen stared at Desmond's dorm room through almost eyes. Yet, no matter how much he loathed the boy, his hand hung, frozen, above the door handle, as if some invisible string was pulling his hand away from the bronze knob and urging him to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just not here."It's," He blinked, "it's silly, isn't it? I hate him so much." He stared at the dagger in his hand - Jimin's blood still on the blade from when Choshi had stabbed the judge. "Yet I can't open this door." A simple barrier, yet too much for him. The matter was almost laughable. In fact, Jin was sorely tempted to just throw his head back and laugh until his sides shook so much and his heart beat so fast that it simply burst and he would be dead himself. But Desmond was going to die tonight, not him, ne? The string snapped. Jin flung open the door. Desmond looked up from his bed, reading a book called something or other by some obscure author that Jin obviously didn't care about because Desmond liked it and if Desmond liked it then Jin couldn't like it right?The surgeon opened his mouth as he saw Jin enter the room - usually the graffiti artist never stepped foot outside of his room unless it was to get some ice cream, and him actually going into someone else's room was completely unheard of. But Jin didn't give him time to speak as he strode across the room in short, swift strides. "Sorry I'm not sorry," He said, his voice surprisingly monotone, and then he stabbed him. The first wound didn't kill him, and so, maybe from shock or maybe from pain, Desmond started thrashing as he attempted to hit back at his assailant, adrenaline obviously kicking in at the last moment. But Jin didn't stop. His expression didn't change. He just stabbed him over. And over. And over. And over.And over and over.And overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover-Then, quite suddenly, he stopped. Gazing at the mangled body in front of him, and then at his bloodied hands, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. Desmond was...dead? For whatever reason, Jin found the thought amusing. And it's the human nature to laugh whenever they find something amusing, isn't it? So that's what he did. He laughed. And laughed and laughed until the students found him, still laughing, as he furiously attacked Desmond's face, showering him with kisses. "I love you!" He cried, blood getting in his mouth as he nipped Desmond's lip. "I hate you! I love you! Hate you too! Love you hate you love you hate you love you-" Desmond's eyes gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling. beautiful
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Post by All Ollie All The Time (llama) on Oct 16, 2014 19:37:18 GMT -5
thats disappointing then. tell your teachers you deserve better Ehh not failing tho I'm good
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Post by All Ollie All The Time (llama) on Oct 16, 2014 19:38:24 GMT -5
I should be doing hw but I'm doing this instead I hope you guys know what 'sacrifice' I'm making okay I'm going to mix things up a bit and go with Jin --> Desmond Jin has like no relationships with anyone somebody RP with this loser please and thank
"Desmond." The name slipped off of his tongue like poison, plaguing the air around him as the teen stared at Desmond's dorm room through almost eyes. Yet, no matter how much he loathed the boy, his hand hung, frozen, above the door handle, as if some invisible string was pulling his hand away from the bronze knob and urging him to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just not here."It's," He blinked, "it's silly, isn't it? I hate him so much." He stared at the dagger in his hand - Jimin's blood still on the blade from when Choshi had stabbed the judge. "Yet I can't open this door." A simple barrier, yet too much for him. The matter was almost laughable. In fact, Jin was sorely tempted to just throw his head back and laugh until his sides shook so much and his heart beat so fast that it simply burst and he would be dead himself. But Desmond was going to die tonight, not him, ne? The string snapped. Jin flung open the door. Desmond looked up from his bed, reading a book called something or other by some obscure author that Jin obviously didn't care about because Desmond liked it and if Desmond liked it then Jin couldn't like it right?The surgeon opened his mouth as he saw Jin enter the room - usually the graffiti artist never stepped foot outside of his room unless it was to get some ice cream, and him actually going into someone else's room was completely unheard of. But Jin didn't give him time to speak as he strode across the room in short, swift strides. "Sorry I'm not sorry," He said, his voice surprisingly monotone, and then he stabbed him. The first wound didn't kill him, and so, maybe from shock or maybe from pain, Desmond started thrashing as he attempted to hit back at his assailant, adrenaline obviously kicking in at the last moment. But Jin didn't stop. His expression didn't change. He just stabbed him over. And over. And over. And over.And over and over.And overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover-Then, quite suddenly, he stopped. Gazing at the mangled body in front of him, and then at his bloodied hands, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. Desmond was...dead? For whatever reason, Jin found the thought amusing. And it's the human nature to laugh whenever they find something amusing, isn't it? So that's what he did. He laughed. And laughed and laughed until the students found him, still laughing, as he furiously attacked Desmond's face, showering him with kisses. "I love you!" He cried, blood getting in his mouth as he nipped Desmond's lip. "I hate you! I love you! Hate you too! Love you hate you love you hate you love you-" Desmond's eyes gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling. Clapping
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Post by M on Oct 16, 2014 19:39:11 GMT -5
I should be doing hw but I'm doing this instead I hope you guys know what 'sacrifice' I'm making okay I'm going to mix things up a bit and go with Jin --> Desmond Jin has like no relationships with anyone somebody RP with this loser please and thank
"Desmond." The name slipped off of his tongue like poison, plaguing the air around him as the teen stared at Desmond's dorm room through almost eyes. Yet, no matter how much he loathed the boy, his hand hung, frozen, above the door handle, as if some invisible string was pulling his hand away from the bronze knob and urging him to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just not here."It's," He blinked, "it's silly, isn't it? I hate him so much." He stared at the dagger in his hand - Jimin's blood still on the blade from when Choshi had stabbed the judge. "Yet I can't open this door." A simple barrier, yet too much for him. The matter was almost laughable. In fact, Jin was sorely tempted to just throw his head back and laugh until his sides shook so much and his heart beat so fast that it simply burst and he would be dead himself. But Desmond was going to die tonight, not him, ne? The string snapped. Jin flung open the door. Desmond looked up from his bed, reading a book called something or other by some obscure author that Jin obviously didn't care about because Desmond liked it and if Desmond liked it then Jin couldn't like it right?The surgeon opened his mouth as he saw Jin enter the room - usually the graffiti artist never stepped foot outside of his room unless it was to get some ice cream, and him actually going into someone else's room was completely unheard of. But Jin didn't give him time to speak as he strode across the room in short, swift strides. "Sorry I'm not sorry," He said, his voice surprisingly monotone, and then he stabbed him. The first wound didn't kill him, and so, maybe from shock or maybe from pain, Desmond started thrashing as he attempted to hit back at his assailant, adrenaline obviously kicking in at the last moment. But Jin didn't stop. His expression didn't change. He just stabbed him over. And over. And over. And over.And over and over.And overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover-Then, quite suddenly, he stopped. Gazing at the mangled body in front of him, and then at his bloodied hands, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. Desmond was...dead? For whatever reason, Jin found the thought amusing. And it's the human nature to laugh whenever they find something amusing, isn't it? So that's what he did. He laughed. And laughed and laughed until the students found him, still laughing, as he furiously attacked Desmond's face, showering him with kisses. "I love you!" He cried, blood getting in his mouth as he nipped Desmond's lip. "I hate you! I love you! Hate you too! Love you hate you love you hate you love you-" Desmond's eyes gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling. h o l y fuc king shiT that was a m a z i n g
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Post by kano shoeya on Oct 16, 2014 19:43:44 GMT -5
I should be doing hw but I'm doing this instead I hope you guys know what 'sacrifice' I'm making okay I'm going to mix things up a bit and go with Jin --> Desmond Jin has like no relationships with anyone somebody RP with this loser please and thank
"Desmond." The name slipped off of his tongue like poison, plaguing the air around him as the teen stared at Desmond's dorm room through almost eyes. Yet, no matter how much he loathed the boy, his hand hung, frozen, above the door handle, as if some invisible string was pulling his hand away from the bronze knob and urging him to go somewhere else, anywhere else, just not here."It's," He blinked, "it's silly, isn't it? I hate him so much." He stared at the dagger in his hand - Jimin's blood still on the blade from when Choshi had stabbed the judge. "Yet I can't open this door." A simple barrier, yet too much for him. The matter was almost laughable. In fact, Jin was sorely tempted to just throw his head back and laugh until his sides shook so much and his heart beat so fast that it simply burst and he would be dead himself. But Desmond was going to die tonight, not him, ne? The string snapped. Jin flung open the door. Desmond looked up from his bed, reading a book called something or other by some obscure author that Jin obviously didn't care about because Desmond liked it and if Desmond liked it then Jin couldn't like it right?The surgeon opened his mouth as he saw Jin enter the room - usually the graffiti artist never stepped foot outside of his room unless it was to get some ice cream, and him actually going into someone else's room was completely unheard of. But Jin didn't give him time to speak as he strode across the room in short, swift strides. "Sorry I'm not sorry," He said, his voice surprisingly monotone, and then he stabbed him. The first wound didn't kill him, and so, maybe from shock or maybe from pain, Desmond started thrashing as he attempted to hit back at his assailant, adrenaline obviously kicking in at the last moment. But Jin didn't stop. His expression didn't change. He just stabbed him over. And over. And over. And over.And over and over.And overandoverandoverandoverandoverandoverandover-Then, quite suddenly, he stopped. Gazing at the mangled body in front of him, and then at his bloodied hands, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. Desmond was...dead? For whatever reason, Jin found the thought amusing. And it's the human nature to laugh whenever they find something amusing, isn't it? So that's what he did. He laughed. And laughed and laughed until the students found him, still laughing, as he furiously attacked Desmond's face, showering him with kisses. "I love you!" He cried, blood getting in his mouth as he nipped Desmond's lip. "I hate you! I love you! Hate you too! Love you hate you love you hate you love you-" Desmond's eyes gazed, unseeing, at the ceiling. h o l y fuc king shiT that was a m a z i n g arigato mon amie
and arigato to @tsu-kun and @llama1031
please dont ask me what i was thinking
but im going to start drawing a yandere jin after i finish my hw kay bai
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