Thinking About Revamping The Elysian Gv I Had A Year Or So Ago W A New Server . Hm

thinking about revamping the elysian gv i had a year or so ago w a new server . hm

me staring at the leaks

she knew he was looking at her, stared at him just as he stared at her but it was different here, in the way it shoved through the back of her spine and grabbed her, rattling her. vowed never to let another person affect her so deeply but lip fuckin' gallagher had slipped through the cracks, snaked into the confines of a tightly wound, strictly guarded prison, and infected her. this feeling was a disease, it would rot her from the inside out more than the cigarettes she kissed and she would let it.

skepticism in her gaze, brows furrowing when she caught that twitch of his lips — he thought she was stupid, he thought — “ hey ! don't fuckin' laugh, asshole. ” huffing and puffing, faux annoyance in her tone, the insecurity creeping. cared little for what he thought and yet cared so, so much it could eat her alive. teetered between the edge of fight or flight, tell him to forget everything. would he go running his mouth off to the next person that would listen for it ? word traveled fast in a shit town with nothing to look forward to.

lips pursed, as if she meant to ponder on his offer, as if she hadn't already borrowed a number of designer brands from the next town up. probably better not to get caught in them. “ she doesn't like me. ” was the first thing out of her mouth, not a pout but a statement of facts. “ sure she'd want someone like me gettin' all up in her shit ? ” brow lifted, free hand reaching out to grab him by the chin to face her. never learned personal boundaries, never learned space. affection in the form of hostility. “ not that i'm denyin', just sayin' ... i need to write like, four essays. some bullshit prompts an' shit about myself. sounds a lot like beggin' like a desperate freak. ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced at his. “ 's a club pretty girls. smart girls. with money. networkin' and all that. ”

ground feels cold where he sits as hell freezes over. blinks at the brunette with a vibrant color streaked in her dark hair, replaying the way her lips move in his head to end with the conclusion that he's heard her correctly. mandy and his relationship is surface level in some ways, deep in others, all twisted and upside down. his life never has him feeling steady in his decisions, in his day - to - day, in every step he takes. the two of them together increases that, two unpredictable last names colliding and people crossing the street when they grow near. just out of caution. his thin lips quirk in an amused smile, stifled in the same way his chuckle is. loud noises scare the skittish cat.

"what kind of club?" it's a better alternative to the question that he almost asks: 'you? in a club?'

pries for information, sees the words that catch in her throat and are swallowed to burn in the acid that lays in the pits of her stomach. it's where most of her true thoughts go to die, he's learned. something about the damn milkoviches makes them rather choke than express. knows her too well, but barely through verbalized declarations, and more through his observations of what she places carefully between the lines. there's no bet with mickey, he'd put his next water bill on it. careful to keep his tone casual, his posture straightens and curves as he stretches his spine with his fingers clasped behind his head.

"you'd prob'ly fit into fi's clothes," he offers, his shoulders bobbing with a shrug as he slumps back against the wooden step. "she's always doin' interviews and shit 'cause she can't hold a goddamn job. could swipe some for 'ya when she leaves for work."

updated my rules! under the cut so yall don’t need to search for it

IMPORTANT: i understand some people put deadlines on when they expect interactions, but i operate incredibly slowly if the expectation is on me to initiate. if we are mutuals, i have every intention of interacting with you both ic and ooc, it just takes me longer to write, and that could take up to several months. i try to make up for it with dash interactions ( e.g. liking your posts, commenting, sending memes, etc. ) i will not adhere to any deadlines as it makes me feel pressured, as if my time with my hobby is a job, and makes my reaching out to you feel inauthentic. if you feel it is taking too long, you are more than welcome to initiate interactions with me! i always reply, just slowly. interactions are a two - way street. i never ignore anyone on purpose, if i'm active on dash it's just because it's easier to be " brain - empty " and i'd want to provide a substantial, sensible response for you, especially if we're plotting. i'm also a big believer in building community, curating a space where it's fun to vibe on dash. doesn't necessarily mean we need to write immediately. <3 ty!

interacting and writing with people here is a two way street and i’ve noticed a lot of the times that people who complain about nobody writing with them, are the ones not putting forth any effort to initiate nor maintain interactions. why is the burden put on someone to reply to your messages or content expeditiously if you do not do the same? i’m genuinely tired of the victim complex people set up for themselves here and i won’t entertain it anymore

the feeling that coursed through her was something different than the training sessions she'd spent with gojo, or the other upperclassmen. perhaps it was the seriousness worn by him, the impassivity in expression compared to the outbursts of the other that she felt herself stiffening akin to a soldier. she would want to make a better impression, rise through the ranks, prove herself — there was no returning to the village, no safety net she'd set up. but she was so so tired, so exhausted, risking death in the name of being a sorcerer more hectic than anticipated. so it was relief that filled her when she caught sight of the credit card. confusion, at first. staring at it as if she'd never seen such a thing, blinking and unassuming, attention flickering to and from nanami's glasses to the table.

a wide grin stretched over her features as she snatched the card, standing from her seat to glance at it, putting it up to the light as if she meant to inspect it. “ no way ! what's the occasion ? wait — ” arm dropped as she clutched the card to her chest suspiciously, gaze narrowing. “ is this a test ? are you testing me right now ? ” but just as quickly as the questions strung out, she was practically bouncing in place, excitement evident in the glimmer of her eyes. “ you'll come with me, right ? ”

nanami knows nobara isn't technically his student. he doesn't technically have any students, though gojo had nudged yuji towards him to take under his wing, so to speak. he didn't mind, as it meant he could do his part to protect the younger generation. it meant a lot to him to try to let them be kids as long as he possibly could. (no one had been there when he and haibara needed an adult to help them.)

' nobara. gojo told me you like shopping ? ' he's sure he's supposed to be doing something more serious this afternoon with her, but fuck that. when else is he going to get this opportunity ? he pulls out his wallet and puts a thick, black credit card on the table. the kind that's heavy, and hard, and lets you know the person holding it has a sizable account attached.

' take that. spend whatever you want. for the afternoon. ' it's not like he's doing anything with the grade 1 salary he gets anyway. it's not like they give him enough time off to actually travel, and he didn't need a big house or an expensive car. this was much better.

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