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“ this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy. ” - @17goiingunder
a slow turn a few moments to process his terrible observation, enough time to decide whether or not she wants to go home with another felony under her belt. the concept of murder seems so fun, all of a sudden. eyelid twitches. hardly contained rage. fingertips dig into her arms, leather pulling taught underneath. she’s never been religious. she’s never been one to pray. but now she’s begging every god out there for two things : to shut dave up, and for the strength to not kill him. the image of her fists around his throat seems so, so pretty now. it’s so easy. he’s all sports tape and cashmere anyways. frida seems him all curled up in fetal position an easy hit, an easy kill. but does she risk bruising god’s favorite little tennis player ? does she risk the check ?
it almost comes out of nowhere. the sound of skin to skin a backhand striking across that aforementioned pretty face, regardless of the consequences. ‘ maybe you wouldn’t talk shit if you didn’t want to get hit. ’ a finger points, her face about two inches from his, her voice a half step away from being a snarl : “ if you wanna see wounded, keep running your mouth. keep fuckin’ talkin’. i’ll show you fuckin’ wounded. ”
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. SHE ROLLED HER eyes at the use of the ridiculous nickname, but her brown eyes still glanced over to where he was standing, blocking out the light from the hallway as he stood in the doorway. Rebeccabeth. It was a playful nickname that had made some people ask her with fully genuine tones if her middle name was Beth, or Elizabeth, or something of the sort. No, it's Pamela, she would answer, and the confusion would only continue. It was a silly nickname — even though she wasn't sure if a nickname could be a nickname if it was longer than her real name — but he said it with such affection that she found she didn't mind too much.
"Oh, poor baby, you better let me see it," she said, holding her hands out from her place on the couch, inviting him to come further into the room so she could see the damage. "Where are you hurting? And if you say your lips again, I'm gonna smack you."
. ( @xkingpin ) « "rebeccabeth I have an injury come kiss it better"
#ii. ( ic ) — inbox reply#xkingkin#ii. ( verse ) — i have become myself#ii. ( arc ) — o brave new world that has such people in it !#ii. ( arc ) — with xkingpin
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tag dump.
i. ⠀⠀ “⠀no.1 dick grayson liker⠀ : ⠀⠀ ooc.
ii. ⠀⠀ “⠀your strength is in your weakness⠀ : ⠀⠀ character study.
iii. ⠀⠀ “⠀bird’s eye view⠀ : ⠀⠀ musing.
iv. ⠀⠀ “⠀ shepherd of the damned ⠀ : ⠀⠀ promo.
v. ⠀⠀ “⠀you can always learn to fly⠀ : ⠀⠀ inbox.
vi. ⠀⠀ “⠀pretend you’re like a feather⠀ : ⠀⠀ answered.
vii. ⠀⠀ “⠀can’t clip these wings⠀ : ⠀⠀ reply.
viii. ⠀⠀ “⠀master of the trapeze⠀ : ⠀⠀ dash games.
ix. ⠀⠀ “⠀breathing in applause⠀ : ⠀⠀ memes.
x. ⠀⠀ “⠀familiar taste of poison⠀ : ⠀⠀ nsfw.
xi. ⠀⠀ “⠀runaway at heart⠀ : ⠀⠀ headcanons.
xii. ⠀⠀ “⠀the wings of icarus⠀ : ⠀⠀ comic panels.
a. ⠀⠀ “⠀letter to his father⠀ : ⠀⠀ bruce&dick.
b. ⠀⠀ “⠀of bats and birds⠀ : ⠀⠀ bat-siblings.
c. ⠀⠀ “⠀forever and always⠀ : ⠀⠀ donna&dick.
d. ⠀⠀ “⠀you were my robin⠀ : ⠀⠀ damian&dick.
e. ⠀⠀ “⠀arrow’s wing⠀ : ⠀⠀ roy&dick.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.blood-son⠀ : ⠀⠀ robin v.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pistoiet⠀ : ⠀⠀ the black widow.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.taissakingston ⠀ : ⠀⠀ mutant musician / activist.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pennyw0rth ⠀ : ⠀⠀ penny-one.
connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.daring-archer ⠀ : ⠀⠀ arsenal.
#i. ⠀⠀ “⠀no.1 dick grayson liker⠀ : ⠀⠀ ooc.#ii. ⠀⠀ “⠀your strength is in your weakness⠀ : ⠀⠀ character study.#iii. ⠀⠀ “⠀bird’s eye view⠀ : ⠀⠀ musing.#iv. ⠀⠀ “⠀ shepherd of the damned ⠀ : ⠀⠀ promo.#v. ⠀⠀ “⠀you can always learn to fly⠀ : ⠀⠀ inbox.#vi. ⠀⠀ “⠀pretend you’re like a feather⠀ : ⠀⠀ answered.#vii. ⠀⠀ “⠀can’t clip these wings⠀ : ⠀⠀ reply.#viii. ⠀⠀ “⠀master of the trapeze⠀ : ⠀⠀ dash games.#ix. ⠀⠀ “⠀breathing in applause⠀ : ⠀⠀ memes.#x. ⠀⠀ “⠀familiar taste of poison⠀ : ⠀⠀ nsfw.#xi. ⠀⠀ “⠀runaway at heart⠀ : ⠀⠀ headcanons.#xii. ⠀⠀ “⠀the wings of icarus⠀ : ⠀⠀ comic panels.#a. ⠀⠀ “⠀letter to his father⠀ : ⠀⠀ bruce&dick.#b. ⠀⠀ “⠀of bats and birds⠀ : ⠀⠀ bat-siblings.#c. ⠀⠀ “⠀forever and always⠀ : ⠀⠀ donna&dick.#d. ⠀⠀ “⠀you were my robin⠀ : ⠀⠀ damian&dick.#e. ⠀⠀ “⠀arrow’s wing⠀ : ⠀⠀ roy&dick.#connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.blood-son⠀ : ⠀⠀ robin v.#connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pistoiet⠀ : ⠀⠀ the black widow.#connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.taissakingston ⠀ : ⠀⠀ mutant musician/activist.#connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pennyw0rth ⠀ : ⠀⠀ penny-one.#connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.daring-archer ⠀ : ⠀⠀ arsenal.
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((@tom-nook-ii))
Look, I don't know what happened! The Nook Miles Machine just suddenly cleared out everyone's accounts. And I'm locked out of the admin account. Please tell me if it can be fixed...
[He wouldn't put it past a certain red canine to have done this, but to what end. he certainly hoped the human girl could help]
"W-What?" Futaba was shocked to hear this. Something definitely seemed off this morning as she was checking things. She was wondering why all of a sudden there was problems with nook miles showing properly. Now she knew it was because it was suddenly wiped and everyone now had 0 nook miles. Dangit Nook.
"Well, thankfully for you, you have the resident Tech geek as your island representative." Futaba had her smug look as she looked over the nook miles machine. "So, in order to get admin access I'm probably going to have to get access to the internals of this and look for a way to reset the machine and clear the password of the admin account. I won't do anything nefarious, promise.'
#Email Reply (Inbox Ask)#tom-nook-ii#Musing#The Oracle Navi (Futaba Sakura IC)#New Technological Horizons (Animal Crossing)#finally#I get to use my Animal Crossing AU
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@dragynfire asked : ❝ have you ever had something…missing? like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is. ❞
❛ HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE , BROTHER ? i suspect you and i could be here all night discussing our defects and shortcomings. ❜ long , pale fingers curled around the stem of a goblet still half-full with wine — still working on his first while aegon was on his ... aemond feared to hazard a guess. it truly was regrettable the place which an evening of drinking oft took aegon ; it was a sad affair , and the younger prince despised walking the dark path his older brother always seemed to lead him down.
was there ever even an ounce of hope for them that they might have a normal relationship ? the strong velaryon boys were hardly an example to follow , except aemond would have to admit he envied the strength and goodness of their bond. he found himself longing for what they had far too frequently for his comfort.
all thoughts best kept to himself for now.
thin lips pressed to the cup , a hearty drink of ruby liquid drawn from it as a single lilac eye searched aegon's face. he was quiet, and so aemond continued , ❛ nothing has been right inside of me since the day that bastard took my eye . ❜ the words were spoken with quiet rage — the kind that only time and rumination could breed. ❛ it made me wonder if things were ever actually right to begin with. as mother says , the gods make us as we are for a reason , but i cannot help but question them sometimes ... ❜
#dragynfire#༊*·˚AEMOND TARGARYEN — replies !#༊*·˚ I WANT YOU TO CRY FOR ME — aegon ii ( dragynfire ) x aemond !#this is an old ask but i saw it in my inbox and was like !!!#need this NOW !!!!
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@rexcrystallis left a message: Smooch.
The suddenness of the kiss takes Ignis by surprise. His mired thoughts within the realm of city planning proposals are quickly dispersed thanks to the warmth of affection that fills him instead. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee finally hits him as he presses back, ever willing to return the kisses from his beloved.
“Hmm? Coffee and a kiss? You’re spoiling me, Noct. Anymore distractions and I won’t be able to get these to the council for tomorrow’s meeting.” His actions betray his words by means of the arms that encircle around the king’s waist. Ignis pulls him closer and plants another kiss on Noctis’ cheek.
“Whatever would we do then?” He grins with a teasing warmth to his voice.
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“ you’re my person. ” @trasshpack
“ aw, c’mon, don’t get all mushy on me, val, ” playful bashfulness, coupled with a soft shove into val’s arm now twirling his hair, batting his eyelashes, being a little dramatic over this. “ you’re making me blush. ”
#LIL STINKER#he'll be seirously appreciative in a second just let him have this#trasshpack#II. — inbox replies.#★ — elliot ando : inbox.
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“I WASN’T EXACTLY keeping my voice down, you know,” she replied back, a wry smile creeping up her lips as she took another sip from the milkshake in front of her. “Besides, no one’s listening to me, ‘cept for you.”
The park itself wasn’t exactly highly populated that afternoon, at any rate, and Becky didn’t think that anyone was paying attention to two figures at a picnic table with fries and milkshakes.
“I just wanted to check on your stitches. That doesn’t normally include snacks,” she added. “But this is a pretty good milkshake.”
“Speaking of shaking, what’s shaking for you?”
( @mttmrdck ) « * you know, people can hear you."
#mttmrdck#ii. ( verse ) — i have become myself#ii. ( arc ) — o brave new world that has such people in it !#ii. ( arc ) — with mttmrdck#ii. ( ic ) — inbox reply#c:
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‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’
Exhausted wouldn’t even begin to describe the level of tired the Lieutenant felt with the pressure of finding this new crazy in his city that’s been leaving dead bodies everywhere. It might as well be a sign to just go - leave Gotham - find some quiet town where his kids could just be safe. But Jim Gordon was hardly the last person to back away from trouble.
Something about Gotham just screams at you, looking you straight in the face and dares you to run. And he just wasn’t a coward. Foolish as that was of a reason.
And this was Barbara’s home. His little light and joy.
The worries of the morning were abandoned as he took off his coat and hat, draped it over the couch and picked up his little girl. “ Hn. Shouldn’t you already be sleeping? “ He asks instead, his tone barely chiding and hardly above a whisper, picking up the remote and turning off the TV to pick up his daughter who most definitely should have already been sleeping where he was sure James and her Mother already were from the quiet that enveloped the room as soon as the television shut off. But he doesn’t mind it. Quiet was a well won deviation from the noise of a busy Police Department and the cacophony of a busy city.
A few steps and he’s already in her room. Small for the apartment they had. Too small, he thought. But it was enough for now on a clean detective’s salary. “How about we go with your favorite?” He asks eventually. “Which one was that again?” He smiles, looking around her room for her pile of books; a little ashamed to use his own interrogation skills on his daughter but he was tired and couldn’t remember. She can be mad at him for it when she’s older. Another smile when she giggles, at least still finding him somewhat entertaining as she wiggled out of his arms to get the book and get comfortable on the bed, making sure to leave some room for him.
God, he loved her so much.
Plucking the book from her little grip, he laid down and stretched his legs and his arms with a yawn before he’d laid the book over his stomach and felt her wiggle her way back in the cover of his arms as he started reading. Doing his best to do it in the voices she would like until she would get tired enough and fall asleep.
@rollingthundcr / soft family things .
#rollingthundcr#Ⅰ | inbox .#iv | jim gordon .#ii. ic reply.#it his babyyy#his little princess#light of his life u.u
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“ let’s add up your wrongs. ” @nitekill
“ jude. c’mon. i’m not getting into that shit right now, ” it’s all technicalities. it’s all he said / she said and misplaced blame. but how do you clearly explain to someone that you were simply joking about killing your wife and destroying her affair ? a sigh. face falls into hands, pushing back loose curls from a neglected haircut. fuck. he should get that fixed. “ you know i didn’t do it. but i don’t think you should be the one pointing fingers. ”
finding out you have a little sibling this far into your life is slightly inconveniencing as it is. but finding out said sibling is a serial killer ? not exactly great. all these half-baked attempts to get jude to do something like yoga or kickboxing to let off steam are coming to a stop. maybe it’s because logan is simply tired of being tired tired of being on edge, tired of picking gore from between floorboards, tired of waiting for an unfortunate call. ‘ jude’s in trouble and you can’t get him out. ’ fuck that. but what he can do ? really ? if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. or whatever. “ this isn’t about me. i just care about you, dude. you, your safety ... whatever shred of sanity you have left. i'm not trying to antagonize you. don’t make it seem like i am. ”
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“ was this not what you expected ? ” @queencheer
“ not really. i just expect to have some kind of fun. like the bar was that low ... ” a long sip of a can of warm beer. no one even bothered to bring a damn ice chest ? not even one of those shitty styrofoam coolers ? a trashed home, puke all over the place, the tv playing 21 JUMPSTREET reruns ... nothing but a lame show of ego to all the pretty girls the basketball team has their sights set on. there's not even, like, a bowl of chips or anything. it's just a circle - jerk of neanderthals who will never let go of a single win boys doomed for a midlife crisis, the kind where some dude has an affair with his car dealership receptionist and gets a shiny red grill. not even the cool sports car kind of midlife crisis. however ... free beer is free beer. but this doesn’t really feel like his scene a cruel reminder why he didn’t often get along with a good chunk of student - athletes at hawkins. maybe it’s his own ego. maybe he’s the problem. mmm. no. that’s too much for him to unpack right now. for now, this warm coors is way more important. “ how do you even stand being around some of these guys ? they’re total idiots. ”
#no thought just beer#addie + cheap warm beer + being grouchy + no snacks ... terrible mix#queencheer#II. — inbox replies.
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“ i love you like an ocean loves water. ” @kindafked
“ jude ” dolores should just fucking say it back. but instead, face turns to a grimace and eyebrows press together. there’s disbelief in her expression ‘ you are such a fucking idiot. ’ but then there’s a hint of adoration in sparkling irises, as if she’s equally in disbelief that this is her idiot. and oh my god he means it. he said that with his full chest. he must think it’s so poetic. she can’t stand it, but in the most affectionate way possible. he doesn’t need to compare to comparing it the ocean loving water when pancakes in the morning say enough. but still, she replies with an exasperated sigh : “ the ocean is water. ”
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“ can you come here ? i’m so high, i’m hallucinating. or i hope i am. ” @celestiel
an intoxicated giggle bubbles from maria exiting the bathroom, leaving behind an opened orange bottle and a joint smoked down to the cone. a dimmed out motel room, the lights all green and yellow and buzzing and popping. you get what you pay for, especially when you get a family discount. the magic of having connections. a place to getaway, a place to lie low, somewhere far from the bullshit of everything. ‘ no one will find us here, ’ maria assured. that’s all she wants : a vacation, and to meet motley crue. a road trip felt very much in order. “ you’re fine, liv. just relax. i'm right here with you, ” maria hums, offering a gentle, consoling touch to the shoulder. something to, in hopes, reground olivia, despite maria not knowing what she took to begin with. “ what are you seeing ? is it fun stuff ? or, like … bad ? ”
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“ i’ve gotta go. i’ve got the worst fuckin’ spins. ” @jockclairs
“ noooooo ! ” groaned with such complete + utter grief it’s too early ! it’s a friday ! her mom is working late ! they can go all night if they really wanted to, and anyways, it’s fucking hilarious watching braeden ‘ golden boy ’ sinclair get this baked. head throws back, draping over the top of their favorite albeit absolutely horrible inflatable chair black, with airbrushed flames on it. “ c’mon, brae, i just put metal mania on ! it’s been sitting in my vcr for - ever ! ”
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@pyrrhicpaths left a message: talcott vc: Brother
It was good to see Talcott again. As the youngest of his siblings, Talcott was like the YOUNGER BROTHER Ignis never had. Never had the advisor felt such FAMILIAL ties to another. It was as though the two had been separated from birth.
Talcott thus was his BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.
“It’s good to see you again, BROTHER Talcott.”
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