
What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.This is a selective independent OC RP blog. Please read rules before interacting.Mun and muses are 21+Icon focus: Romeo Sedur
203 posts
First Off, You Are Cute. Second, I Lost My Glasses Because When I Was In Costa Rico With My School Band,
First off, you are cute. Second, I lost my glasses because when I was in Costa Rico with my school band, we were swimming and a huge wave was coming. Being the idiot I was, I faced away from the wave and was swept off my feet. I'm surprised my swimsuit didn't come off. Instead, my glasses flew off and were carried to God knows where. It's now lost forever and I hope a sea creature is getting good use out of it. I'm pretty near-sighted so the rest of the trip was difficult
@twistedtroublemakers replied to your photoset “Happy Munday, here’s some old selfies. (I look sad, I don’t mean to)”
Wtf you’re cute and your glasses look exactly like my old ones that I lost to the ocean ����
I am so not cute what?
And, uh, do I ask how you lose glasses to the ocean or..?
-
twistedtroublemakers liked this · 7 years ago
-
astriiis-blog1 reblogged this · 7 years ago
-
twistedtroublemakers reblogged this · 7 years ago
More Posts from Twistedtroublemakers
lilly-patrick:
Lilly was grocery shopping on her own for the first time since she moved into the appartment on her own. “Alright last thing, healthy snacks,” she mumbles to herself, zoning out in front of the applesauce. She just stood there for 30 seconds, looking over each brand and the prices. She didn’t realize she was blocking the aisle till she heard the girl. “Ah I’m so sorry! I totally zoned out,” she laughs, chewing on the end of the pen in her hand nervously. “Do you want me to grab the applesauce for you?” She asks.
Trying not to make an awkward face as she waited for the girl to move, she couldn’t stop herself from putting on an obviously fake smile. Ew, she’s chewing on her pen, what if she pierced it and it got ink in her mouth? she thought to herself without showing her distaste. “Uhm, no. I gotta look at the labels so if you could just step aside a bit that’d be great. I don’t wanna come home to a crying kid,” Moxee explained, trying not to sneer at the other. All the applesauce were most likely the same, but she’d rather check to make sure her daughter was getting what was best for her.
Role Model Mom
redxballoons:
The child was energetic, excitable, sweet– and yet she was too young to feel any real fear. She ran about unsupervised, which the clown found odd, and yet she seemed completely unperturbed by Pennywise. She showed genuine interest, like she had in a flower moment prior, in his ruffle covered costume, in his colourful designs, and his rather bland(in comparison to other clowns) facial markings. Seeing the girl all alone was what truly annoyed him. She shouldn’t have been old enough to be let out of the house let alone be walking by herself.
“Do you?” He asked bending down to her height, his tall 6'5" stature towering over the small child. And yet he managed to kneel down before her just low enough to be able to make eye contact. Direct eye contact at that. “It’s rather unique to me you know…” he told her still on the topic of his clown makeup. Truly it wasn’t makeup at all but it wasn’t like this child knew that.
“My name is Pennywise,” he began again with a grin. “The dancing clown.”

The little girl was mesmerized by the clown in front of her. He was larger than life and he was as big as the circus tents her mommy told her amount. While most children were scared by figures like this, she loved them because of her mother’s stories. That was the main reason she didn’t run away, that and she was so young that most things didn’t scare her but rather just made her sad and cry. Fear was something that would come later in life.
“Mmhm! It’s pretty and makes you look nice!” she exclaimed while admiring his face. When he came down to her height she could help but giggle because she could get a better look at the clown. “Do no other clowns have that paint?” Marvel asked while tilting her head. She didn’t know if they were allowed to share the same paint or not with other clowns.
“I’m Marvel Vondi-dilli, um, Vondila,” she chirped with a smile, “I like to dance too!” Swinging her hips in a fashion that children would consider dancing, she couldn’t stop smiling at the other. This was like a dream to her!

twistedtroublemakers has a balloon