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ᴛɪᴍ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ ——————— ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘꜱʜɪᴘ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ 18+ ——————— #dcrp #anyrp #mcurp #mvrp

He’s back from his coma!

@ONEEXEDBITCH Woah woah woah — she doesn’t need to go that far. He’s smart enough, sure, but it takes too much time.

@LingeringBird He’s smart enough to pass them if he wanted to Or rose will dump him

He’s thinking of leaving college.

@ONEEXEDBITCH He’s currently failing like all his classes.

@LingeringBird He won’t Rose is gonna make sure he finishes his education

He officially got his septum pierced.

formality.

He would watch her giggle emerge from the blank expression she held before — her smile practically pacifying him completely; it was joyous. “Pretty eyes? Look who’s talking, ma’am.” He would lightly flirt, his eyes examining every detail of her face as he returned the name »

@SPOILEDINPURPLE He’d hate for her to have put all that effort in for no outcome!

@LingeringBird Good~ She’d hate to have taken her clothes off for nothing.

Had the night off. So she’s just lounging all by her lonesome.

@SPOILEDINPURPLE They’ll be all over the princess, don’t worry.

@LingeringBird What about his hands??

He hasn’t seen any of the titans in a good while.

He was left a little marked.

@De_GothSlut It would be much appreciated.

A little bit of night running.

His eyes were pinpointed on the willow tree that had grown behind the manner for the last few years, hearty and whole - a refreshing view for sore eyes. He would take a sip of coffee and shed a little smile.

He’s more than glad that she’s finally getting time to take breaks — given how much she had patrolled in the past, she deserves some time to decompress.

He’s rubbing his eyes, slowly waking up.

@SPOILEDINPURPLE It’s an addiction.

@LingeringBird He loves herrrr

There’s just something about him and blondes.

“Whatever shall I do?!” He’d exclaim in a sing-song fashion, ringing the ‘wh’ out at the start of his sentence.

He’d play along with her little bit. “Oh man! I can’t go to jail, I wont make it in there, officer! I’m too pretty for jail!” He’d gasp and put the back of his hand to his forehead, jokingly swooning as if he was a stereotypical 1950s film damsel in distress »