Posts by salemn.

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//slips in
did i heard awkward cause that's my middle name
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yo thread with salemn?? it could take some time cause ben seems overall confused on how sal functions but maybe eventually a friendship? i could see sal growing an attachment to ben over time
ben; how r you alive
salemn; my man u r not ready for this conversation
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as smooth as exotic butters

thank youu <3
lol just your ordinary undead friend servant
honestly i've considered on sal's final design to just give him a bag to put over his face and be like "this bag makes more sense than my actual face does so"
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//deep breath
tHAT

tbh if sal was asked to describe himself that'd be it
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//will fill this out as i get to know you guys! <3

FAVORITE HP:
FAVORITE NON-HP:
FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER:
FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER:
FAVORITE NONBINARY CHARACTER:
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Couples category...
FAVORITE CRACK SHIP:
FAVORITE CANON SHIP:
FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP:
FAVORITE BROMANCE:
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Who is the most...
AGGRESSIVE/VIOLENT:
PASSIVE/QUIET:
HAPPIEST:
ODD/STRANGE:
UNPREDICTABLE:
RUDE/MEAN:
AWKWARD:
SARCASTIC:
OFFICIAL CINNAMON-ROLL:
OFFICIAL SINNAMON-ROLL:
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Who is most likely to...
PUNCH A HIGH-POSITION:
TURN DARKCLAN INTO LIGHTCLAN:
HUG A TREE:
BETRAY EVERYONE & JOIN THE EXILES:
EAT ALL THE RATIONS:
KILL EVERYONE ON ACCIDENT:
BECOME A MEME:
MARRY THEMSELVES:
HIT ON EVERYONE:
GET CAUGHT IN A BEARTRAP:
START WWIII:
STAR IN KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS:
BECOME A MOVIE STAR:
JUST COMPLETELY LOSE IT:
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OOC categories...
MOST FRIENDLIEST ROLEPLAYER:
MOST FUNNY ROLEPLAYER:
MOST ADVANCED ROLEPLAYER:
MOST ANGST-LOVING ROLEPLAYER:
MOST ACTIVE ROLEPLAYER:
MOST HELPFUL ROLEPLAYER:
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maaaybe

dam i wish my school had catsite unblocked. like how did they even find it
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i think my school will just block something to block it. cause it gives a reason why it's blocked but they blocked a citation making site and categorized it as "adult" like y

oh it's fine b. besides it gives him a good reason to tear himself down more heheh

//has honestly given thought to getting sal addicted to morphine
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i wish i was techy. i'm taking a computer class atm but i'm so confused all the time

oml morphine as a peace offering
and then ben finds him once a week passed out cause he took too much

tfw you bring havoc to your character only to have it bring more havoc to someone else's without intentionally doing it
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oh wow we have quite a few tech classes as electives. probs because all the teaches are relying on us with the technology of the future
i once had to help my teacher with her phone cause she doesn't know what's going on anymore

my school can track so much of our stuff it's ridiculous

then salemn'll be all confused like "i wanna make ben happy but also row ben gave me a lolly but row gives me drugs rip mee"
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thanks b. it's just hard when your computer science teacher is actually a math teacher and don't know shit about coding

i taught myself photoshop when i was younger. i took a few days to play around with it and figured out basically everything about it. but whenever my parents need something changed on a photo or whatever they always ask my sister cause she took a class but i'm like "i'm right here i know how to do it too pls love me"
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rip that kid

row and sal thread?
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