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 technoblade
10:27:25 Semi-hiatus
reaper

I did those once and people seemed to like them
 Frozen Mist
10:25:44 Mad Scientist
Boing,
Eh. I have no way to use my phone at home without wifi. I live in a cellular black hole.
 The Reaper
10:25:02 Reaper / Grim
Techno
Yeah, I love the creepy and macabre so I'm hoping it turns out right. I might try to do a batch of creepy adopts but I dont have any other ideas :')
 Boeing
10:24:46 Boe is a bear, Rawr!
Dove
Oh god lmao
Guess that makes sense though
still. e.e
 Serpents
10:24:19 Waterfall,Zane,Pixal
-WP Click- Vote comment

-WP Click- ask my oc stuff
 Frozen Mist
10:23:32 Mad Scientist
Boing,
It's called "my dad is the internet contract owner". My aunt pays me sometimes for the internet, but theirs no guarantee.
 technoblade
10:22:56 Semi-hiatus
reaper

ooo spooky season vibes
 Boeing
10:22:38 Boe is a bear, Rawr!
Dove
I'm lowkey struggling to process that you share wifi connection with your neighbors and you're stuck with a $250 bill e.e

That is quite a lot of monies
 The Reaper
10:22:18 Reaper / Grim
Techno
Haha! Thanks! I'm gonna try to do a look like a skin suit that is falling apart and has exposed muscle, so this is just the very first stages of it.

Katy
Thank you!!!
 Frozen Mist
10:20:38 Mad Scientist
Boing,
My neighbors use most of the internet. My fiance and I use like 50GB max.
 Boeing
10:19:55 Boe is a bear, Rawr!
Dove
I guess, 1TB is a lot
how do you even use that much internet in a month though. My computer tells me I use something like 10-20GB a month when connected to wifi
 distant-lands
10:19:51 katy | beetle
Reaper,
the edits look nice so far though ^^
 technoblade
10:19:42 Semi-hiatus
Grim

Amazing give me 14 of them XD
 The Reaper
10:19:09 Reaper / Grim
Katy
I wish I could take credit for the lines lol, but I can't draw like that yet XD
 Frozen Mist
10:18:42 Mad Scientist
Boing,
I get one terabyte of really good internet a month... I say it's not bad lol.
 distant-lands
10:18:28 katy | beetle
Reaper,
that looks amazing! very smooth linework *^*
 Boeing
10:17:42 Boe is a bear, Rawr!
Dove
e.e
That's... yikes
$250 per month is crazy though
 The Reaper
10:17:15 Reaper / Grim
Thoughts on these seam lines? (Placement, they aren't done yet)
-Click-
 Frozen Mist
10:15:32 Mad Scientist
Yuuup. Welcome to STARLINK being sold out in my area and 3 of the 8 people moving states and leaving me in charge of the bill. :D
 Boeing
10:15:14 Boe is a bear, Rawr!
Dove
I'm sorry what the hell
$250 a month. Holy-
I- e.e

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The Price of Fame | RP Thread ✧December 22, 2024 12:34 PM


The Tea Drinkers

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Beaudan Beckett | 24 | M (He/Him) | M: Mara (ind) Janelle (ind)
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Beaudan stepped into the house, running a hand through his soft hair, exhaustion radiating from every part of him. The flight from the East Coast had been an ordeal—delayed twice with no hope of an earlier option—and he’d spent over thirteen grueling hours at Newark Airport. The ceaseless announcements and bustling crowds had tested his patience, leaving him eager to be anywhere else. Now, as he crossed the threshold of the house, he finally felt the prospect of rest within reach.
Or so he hoped.
His arms strained under the weight of the bags he dragged behind him, the evidence of his cross-country trek. Unpacking wasn’t optional—it was necessary—and he couldn’t ignore the looming task ahead. Adding to his fatigue was the question of who among his childhood friends had already arrived. It was ironic, really. Years ago, they’d made an impulsive promise: *If we all make it, we’ll live together.* Back then, it sounded like the perfect dream. Now, as a group of adults juggling fame, clashing schedules, and unresolved tensions, the dream felt more like a gamble.
He sighed heavily. Beau wasn’t naïve about the challenges ahead. Sharing a house, let alone a bedroom, with someone from his past wasn’t ideal, but he’d resigned himself to it. The fact that the house itself wasn’t even finished only made things worse—half-painted walls, furniture still in boxes, and that telltale smell of fresh construction. But he told himself it would be temporary. He could endure it.
Reaching his assigned room, Beau nudged the door open, only to pause in dismay. His roommate had clearly already arrived, and judging by the state of things, they’d made themselves at home. Clothes were draped over furniture, half-unpacked boxes spilled their contents onto the floor, and personal items were scattered in disarray. Beau frowned, dropping his bags on what he assumed was his bed. He didn’t mind sharing, but he’d hoped to be the first one here, to stake his claim and set up his space properly.
He began the process of settling in, opting to start with the basics. Carefully unpacking his clothes, he folded them into the bureau on what he decided was *his* side of the room. Next came the clean sheets he’d tucked away in one of his suitcases. He focused on smoothing them over the mattress, a small effort to inject some order into the chaos.
The one saving grace was the window above his bed. He opened it wide, welcoming the crisp breeze that swept through the room. It helped clear the sharp odor of fresh paint and the underlying, cloyingly sweet scent that lingered in the air. He glanced at the mess his roommate had left behind, his brow furrowing. His agent hadn’t said much about who he’d be paired with, but something about this setup gave him pause.
Curious and more than a little wary, Beau wandered into the adjoining bathroom. Opening a drawer, he prepared to stash away his toiletries but stopped short. Every drawer he opened was already filled to the brim. Mascara, hair products, and an assortment of skincare bottles greeted him. It was startlingly feminine.
His chest tightened. His roommate was a guy, right? That’s what he’d assumed. He grimaced at the thought of sharing a room with a woman. Not that he had anything against it—it just wasn’t what he’d signed up for, and he had no desire to deal with the complications it might bring.
His thoughts flickered to his girlfriend, a flicker of doubt quickly extinguished. He knew her style and habits too well to mistake this chaos for hers. Plus, her cat—always a telltale sign of her presence—was nowhere in sight.
Shaking his head, Beau tried to shrug it off. Maybe his roommate was just a guy with exceptionally high-maintenance tastes. As long as they stayed out of his space, he could live with it. It wasn’t forever.
Still, as he returned to his side of the room, something unsettled him. The mess, the scent, the unspoken tension of stepping into a shared space—it all felt like the prelude to something unpredictable. He sighed again, his shoulders slumping as he continued unpacking. Whatever this arrangement turned out to be, he had a sinking feeling it wouldn’t be as straightforward as he’d hoped.

Edited at December 22, 2024 12:39 PM by The Tea Drinkers

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