@suburbanrelapse liked for a soft starter. || accepting.

                  “I suppose I’d just be wasting my breath trying to get you to go to the clinic,” he remarked, pulling the damp cloth away from their forehead and temple, a carefully assessing glance given to the gash that they’d yet to explain -- bar fight or protest were equally as likely, or knowing the parts or town that they frequented, mugging might be an equal third.  He almost felt bad for the would be assailant, if that was the case.  “You gonna tell me what happened or am I going to have to make a guess based on reports when I go in in the morning.”  Chiding aside, he was moving to refill their drink, dragging the first aid kit out of the kitchen cabinet while he was at it.            

@suburbanrelapse liked [x] for a starter from kristin, ac verse.

                               ❝  you think you understand, but you don’t.  ❞

@suburbanrelapse played the Muse Roulette!

When Jonathan Crane looked up from the cluttered table, he wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to see, but the person in front of him certainly wasn’t it.  He exhaled sharply through his nostrils, more than a little annoyed by the disturbance-- he was sitting in a coffee shop, trying to grade these abysmal papers his students had written, and he just wanted to get them done.

“May I help you?”

@suburbanrelapse sent a Muse Roulette! - Always Accepting - Your Mainverse

Allie had arranged to meet with a new source at a local bar that he frequented most nights. The place wasn’t much, but he tended to spend a lot of time here. More often than not, it sure beat going home to nothing.

When his source entered at the time they had agreed upon, he took a quick drink before standing up, a quick flash of a grin and an offering of his hand to the other. “Alexander Knox. Listen, uh... Thanks. Thanks for meeting me. I really do appreciate it.”

@suburbanrelapse | sc.

He moves slower these days. What else can you really expect when you’re recovering from three bullets to the chest? It’s harder to move, harder to breathe, just... harder. Still, Rin manages to find the grimiest bar in Gotham in a place so affectionately referred to as The Narrows. It’s quiet, mostly, and no one looks at him twice.

Ordering a whiskey, Severin runs a hand over his face and leans against the bar, hoping the guy with the offer of Valium and Percocet actually manages to show up. When he gets his drink, Rin tries his damndest to be careful with it, his hands trembling as they are, and still manages to spill it partially in the lap of the person sitting next to him. “Shit. M’sorry.”

“Can you hold this for me?” The Girl asked, though she didn’t quite give the other much of a choice. She practically shoved the toy robot into their hands. If they dropped it they dropped it. It was made of plastic anyway.  The Girl sat down, placing her boombox in her lap. fiddling with the stations. Really only one thing came on anyway, but she was curious and had nothing better to do. Though it seemed the more she jacked around with it, the more frustrated she became.  [⚠️] @suburbanrelapse liked for a starter [⚠️]

TRANSFERRED FILE. || @suburbanrelapse Sage & Elias. VERSE: modern. ( ac. ) 001. THREAD: to be named.

“You look tense. Intense. Same difference. Either way, you look like you could use a drink. Wanna talk about it? Or are you looking for a distraction?”

   A faint flicker of a smirk, though really he was just too damn tired to give it much effort as he hefted his frame onto the bar stool    “First and the last sound like a winner,” he rumbled, calloused fingers digging out the pack of smokes from his pocket to tap one out, offered first to the woman beside him before snagging one for himself, shoving it into the corner of his mouth. 

Sage gladly takes one of the offered cigarettes, even though they technically have their own in their pocket. They light it themself, offering the flame to the stranger as well before putting it away. Next they flag down the bartender again. “Another for me, and go ahead and queue up a few of whatever this gentleman would like.” They’ve accumulated enough over the years to live comfortably- even if it’s mostly spent on booze and distractions.

They take another look at him, seeing how tired he seems. They understand the feeling; the bone-deep exhaustion that comes with running away from some aspect of reality, all while being forced to live with it right in your face every day. “Long day, I’m guessing?”

    “Thanks,” he mumbled as she offered the flame in his direction, a quick puff to light the smoke, a deep inhale and a longer exhale following shortly thereafter, the smoke breathed up and away out of reflex.   “Vodka – whatever, I’m not picky,” he indicated to the bartender, before his gaze flickered back to the stranger, a loitering glance that took in shape and form and attire and stance, soaking in the smaller details that he hadn’t paid much attention to the first time.  “Appreciate it,” he half grunted, his weight half resting on one elbow bent against the edge of the bar.   “Mmm.”  

         A flicker of an eyebrow upwards, his gaze turning to follow the smoke from his cigarette for a moment, weighing his response for a few heartbeats.  LONG LIFE.   “Long day.  Days,” he admitted, his other hand rubbing at the nape of his neck for a moment.  “Name’s Elias.  Ryker.  And you would be?”  Something was nagging, something that should’ve rung a bell, or a warning sign, but he was too damn tired to care enough to pay attention.  

@suburbanrelapse gets a first meeting starter from rori for sage! ac.

     “So what is it that you’re looking at getting done today?” It was clear that the potential client was familiar with the process of body art and piercings, at least -- she would assume so, unless they were riding around in a rather nicely decorated sleeve that wasn’t their own.  She could hope, anyways, it always made things easier when she didn’t have to start with the basics.  

❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜

              His lips curls up in dramatic disgust. Hopeless romanticism. What a waste. Romanticism was hopeless. “ I’d stick to being an asshole. Better pay off. ”

starter for @suburbanrelapse

“Not to alarm you,” he says, “but get the fuck down.” Though really he knows that they’re not really the person to be warning about that sort of thing, besides the whole need for them to be out of his shot enough he feels secure taking it. His target is far away enough that for anyone else it would have been difficult to ascertain, but he’d always been of the mind that farther is better for people who’d want to kill him. 

“Once I’m done with this,” he continues, quietly, lining up the shot. “We’ll have a little more free time than expected.” Not that he’s putting the cart before the horse, but he can fucking make something like this.

@anonymous sent in a question for me about saori & rori.

How did you come up with the ideas for the girls? ( rori and saori) They're really cool!

    Meep!  First off, THANK YOU SO MUCH ! As I’m sure everyone knows, I’ve been watching Altered Carbon pretty consistently the last month or so and I really loved the setting, the scenery, the ideals, the conflicts, the problems with and just the whole concept of the Envoys and the Uprising as led by Quell in the series.  I’d considered making one of the Envoys, there’s a female Envoy that’s played by the actress that played Sarah in the Crow series that I’ve always been a huge fan of and I had considered picking her up – she has like, five minutes of screentime and says two things, I think, but I always have a lot of fun fleshing out those characters but I was waffling about it, hadn’t quite decided.

    Then somebody on my dash had reblogged a photo set of Jessica Chastain in the Huntsman: Winter’s War and she was in leather and had a bow and arrow and it looked like she was covered in ashes (pretty sure it was snow but whatever) and it just struck me as very High Key Envoy Aesthetic.  And I kind of waffled about it, and reblogged a few things w/ Jessica as a potential face claim and then I thought about it some more, and made a couple sample icons.  And I’d been talking with @suburbanrelapse about some AC plots w/ Sage which included writing a verse w/ Elias & Tak & Sage & whomever else where Sage had been an ally / working with / scout for etc. the Envoys, where she’d known Takeshi, etc. and they’d worked together some but w/ Sage being either out on a mission or back in town for supplies or something during the attack on Stronghold and

    That got me thinking about how there were probably lots of other stragglers, go-betweens and allies / sympathizers for the Uprising, there has to be for any rebellion to work and Quell constantly emphasized the importance of making assets, of gathering allies, of taking advantage of any and all help that the locals in any area could provide, even if it ended up getting the locals killed, etc. because the Cause was what mattered and I figured that would be doubly important on Harlan’s World; they’d need constant help with supplies, intel, information about military ongoings, whether anyone knew they were there, where they were, etc. etc.  And honestly at first I kind of waffled between making Saori a straight up Envoy, because they’re bad ass, but I didn’t want to detract from the importance / trauma of Takeshi being the -last- Envoy and I waffled about how important to make her and how much she would actually know about the Uprising / how involved she’d be because I didn’t want to be a Power Player type when making her but I also wanted her to be important enough to actually have Plot Points and options when it came to interactions, whether it was with Envoys, day to day people in the city, Protectorate agents investigating her, whatever.

      So I mulled on that a bit and then I made a post about the things I was waffling about: whether to make her an Envoy, whether I wanted her to survive til Tak’s re-sleeving, general IDK WHAT TO DO WITH THIS SHIT and Liz poked me and suggested that it could be a descendant, same face claim, different personalities and histories etc and I was like !!! Yes, good !!!  So then I settled on having Saori as the daughter of a high ranking military officer on Harlan’s World, which would give her access to the information and supplies that would make her of interest to Quell / the Uprising at large, and then I had to decide what kind of personality she’d have, whether she’d be willing to help the Uprising out of anger and spite, or out of a genuine desire to help / true belief in the hazards of what Quell foresaw for the future, and it just sort of built itself in pieces from there.

       As far as spinning Rori off from that, one, I had to settle on how Saori got to Earth, why, and why her son would still have Dearing as a last name (Liz had also suggested that Rori could be the sister for her Claire, giving us a fun connection to play off of and tying in the connection to Takeshi & Harlan’s World).  And Liz and I talked options about personality and the relationship between Claire and Rori and Liz suggested Black Sheep vs Golden Child because we could – I decided to keep to the more idealized version of rebel child, as (an unknowing ic but fully aware ooc) homage to Saori, also with the intent of it being a little more like seeing a ghost in the flesh for Sage and Liz’s Takeshi / or anyone else that would have known Saori and sees her doppelganger in the flesh in Bay City, 250 years later.  I’ve had a lot of time to think about the various flaws in the system when it comes to the way that the penal system transformed over the centuries in Altered Carbon’s universe, and had so many problems with it as a concept of anything that is supposed to equal reform.  There’s so much debate between reform and punishment now in our world, in our time; the system in the future world represented in Altered Carbon literally removed any potential for reform, re-education.  It literally just puts you in a time out and the body that you came in with has to be rented by your family / friends if they don’t want it being rented out / sold off / handed off to the next batch of prisoners that are being released.  

      It doesn’t actually punish the hard core criminals - the only ones it punishes are the ones that actually care about their families and friends - it entirely removes the ability to think about your actions and consequences - it punishes your family if they are trying to come up with the money to keep your sleeve on the slab waiting for you - it punished your family if they can’t and they see someone else walking around with your face – there are just so many ethical issues and that’s assuming that the people that run the prison systems aren’t so corrupt that they’re literally just doing it for the money that can be made –

     So really, that seemed like something that I could very easily write a character being up in arms about, plus it’s the kind of thing that, as coming from a Meth family, she should be totally oblivious to or uncaring about, especially in contrast with Claire who as a Meth and a doctor / scientist, works at Psychasec in the field of developing the latest and highest end synth and cloned bodies that exist – so the contrast in concepts of basic morality and basic acceptance of the penal system and sleeving / resleeving norms of the age between the sisters was super appealing.  Plus, it was something that I figured Sage would be right there with, which would give plotting opportunities with @suburbanrelapse‘s awesome ac concept / verse – and it was something that both Liz’s Elias & Tak would respond well to / create potential plot hooks / thread ideas / Trouble plot points for etc.  

     Deciding on random personality bits, what kind of tattoos, piercings, body mods, how much trouble she’s actually gotten into, age, where she lives, what kind of income she uses vs. has access to etc. just kinda fell in as I was writing stuff up.  And I’m still fleshing things out for both of them, I probably will be for a long time but.   Yeah!  I hope this is the ramble you were wanting out of your question - if you want to know anything else at all let me know ?????

this is a question

And this is an answer!

tagged by: @thundaddy / @suburbanrelapse

tagging: whoever wants it!

BODY

long legs. short legs. average legs. slender thighs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. skinny arms. normal arms. muscular arms. toned stomach. flat stomach. flabby stomach. soft stomach. six pack. beer belly. lean frame. slender frame. muscular frame. voluptuous frame. petite frame. lanky frame. short nails. long nails. manicured nails. dirty nails. flat ass. toned ass. bubble butt. thick ass. small waist. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. big feet. average feet. small feet. slender feet. calloused feet. calloused hands. soft hands. big hands. average hands. small hands. long fingers. short fingers. average fingers. broad shoulders. underweight. average weight. overweight. ideal weight.

HEIGHT

shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. taller than 2 m.

SKIN

pale. fair. rosy. olive. dark. tanned. blotchy. smooth. acne. dry. greasy. freckled. scarred. cool undertones. neutral undertones. warm undertones.

EYES

small. large. average. grey. brown. black. blue. red. pink. purple. green. gold. hazel. heterochromatic. doe - eyed. almond. close - set. wide -set. squinty. monolid. double eyelids. hooded eyelids. heavy eyelids. upturned. downturned.

HAIR

thin. thick. fine. normal. greasy. dry. soft. shiny. curly. frizzy. wild. unruly. straight. smooth. wavy. floppy. cropped. pixie cut. short (verse dependent). shoulder length. back length (verse dependent). waist length. floor length. buzz cut. bald. jaw length. mohawk. white. platinum blonde. golden blonde. dirty blonde. ombre. light brown. mouse brown. chestnut brown. golden brown. chocolate brown. dark brown. jet black. ginger. auburn. unnatural colour. streaked. thin eyebrows. average eyebrows. thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

full sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. calves tattoo. wrist tattoo. upper back tattoo. lower back tattoo. hip tattoo. hand / finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. chest tattoo. side tattoo. one tattoo (mostly mangled and unrecognizable). a few here and there. multiple. no tattoo. monroe piercing. nose piercing. septum. nipple piercing. genital piercing (verse dependent). industrial piercings.  earlobe piercing(s). prince albert piercing. apadravya piercing. eyebrow piercing. tongue piercing. lip piercing (medusa). tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. gauges. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing. smiley. nape piercings. no piercings.

COSMETICS

light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lipgloss. chapstick. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smokey eyes. colourful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. satin foundation. dewy foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears it from time to time (verse dependent). never wears make up.

SCENT

floral. fruity. perfumes. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. cologne. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire. metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. smoke. campfire. lavender. trees. musk. rose. gingerbread. peppermint. oak. honey. lemon. vanilla. coffee. cake. chemicals.

CLOTHES

masculine. feminine. androgynous (verse dependent). jeans. tight pants. overknee socks. tights. leggings. yoga pants. miniskirt. loose skirt. formfitting dress. cardigans. flannel. blouse. button up shirt. graphic shirt. sports shirt. sweatpants. tank top. cut off shirt. designer. high street. online stores. thrift. lingerie. maxidress. sundress. suit and tie. cocktail dress. highslit dress. loose clothing. tight clothing. jean shorts. sweater. sweater vest. khaki pants. hoodie. harem pants. basketball shorts. boxers. boxer briefs. briefs. thong. hotpants. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. chest binder (verse dependent). crop top. corset. leotard. polka dots. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. satin. leather. velvet. chemise. patterns. florals. neon colours. pastels. neutral colors. black. dark colours. faux fur. fur.

SHOES

sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. high heels. ankle boots. combat boots. boots. knee-high boots. platforms. stripper heels. bare feet. loafers.

So I have hella muse but ?? I'm emotionally tired today and can't tumblr. Hit me up in chat here or on discord (dollface#2537) or kik (suburbanrelapse) to rp. I would love !! Some ic stuff so much !!!

a starter for @suburbanrelapse

The final bell rings, and the halls of the high school EXPLODE. Students pour from classrooms, swarming the space as lockers burst and conversations erupt. David stands at the center of it. Buffeted on all sides by PEERS, he clings to the backpack slung over his shoulder and stares through the crowd until a voice calls, Hey, Haller, you going to that party tonight?

David feels his face light up, and his mouth mold around the affirmative. He greets the kid like he’s known him his whole life, but beneath his happy-go-lucky exterior is BONE-DEEP fatigue. He turns. There’s a magnetic sort of PULL to his left, and he assumes he’s forgotten something in his locker.

His lockermate, the kid who stores their books on the bottom shelf while David strains to use the top, is NEW to the school, or new-ish. Dark hair, serious eyes and a severe expression, David has trouble just LOOKING at them. Still. “Are you going?” he asks. He’s said maybe two words to the kid in total, yet this exchange is far less disingenuous than the exchange he’s just had. “There’s a– party, I think you should go. I’ll be there. I’m bringing– CHERRY PIE, I think.”

TRANSFERRED FILE. || @suburbanrelapse  Sage & Elias VERSE: modern. ( undercover. ) 001. THREAD: to be named.

“What made you change your mind?” Not that they’re complaining- they’ve been trying to convince him they wanted in for weeks. Not that they were eager to be used as a call girl for various pieces of shit around the city, but getting in was the only way to move up. Only way to take this thing down from the top. “You seemed pretty adamant about refusing me the last few times we met.”

    HE hadn’t changed his mind.  HE still wanted them to stay well away and clear from the Devlin’s and their ‘business’.  Hell HE wanted to stay well and clear away from the Devlin’s and their business – but he didn’t have a choice.  Not if he wanted to see them ACTUALLY brought down, once and for all, to put their drug-dealing, sex-trafficking skeazy asses behind bars.  And to do that… he had to do things like this.  And act like it was no big thing.  Just another day, another dollar in his pocket.  He didn’t dare let himself think about what it meant that he COULD.  That was a rabbit hole he didn’t dare even tip toe towards.   “What can I say, you’ve got aSTUBBORN AS SHIT sense about you I just couldn’t resist.”  More along the lines of his bosses had figured out that Sage wanted in, and there were more than a few creeps that would be paying TOP dollar to get their hands on them….  “So, you in or not cause I don’t particularly feel like going through the whole spiel if you’re not.”  

“I’m in. I know what kind of money this can make me- you think I’d turn that down?” They make enough where they are, but it’s a good enough excuse. Sage knows perfectly well that they cater to a particularly niche market for the depraved clientele of this service. It’s disgusting, really, the extent to which people can fetishize people like them. But it sells, and that’s their in. Not to mention the deliciously ironic sense of satisfaction that comes from the idea of exploiting it to kill them. “I’m comfortable enough being seen this way, might as well take the step up if it comes with a pay raise.” They shrug, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “So say what you have to say, and let’s get started. I don’t have anything better to be doing tonight.”

  Her words twisted his stomach, a hand sliding up to rub against the bridge of his nose, to scrape up through hair that had grown a little too long over the last couple months and he just hadn’t been bothered enough to care.  Money – one of the greatest evils of the world, the worst kind of addiction there was. Don’t have it, and it’s everything. Have it, and it’s not enough.   He let his tall frame drop back against the wall, his hands dropping into his hoodie to snag his own pack of cheap ass, always half crumpled smoke, pulling one out, Zippo snapped open and flicked on, held out towards theirs first before lighting his own.  

    “This shit’s not like the movies.”  It was brusque, CLIPPED.  It was an easy trap, to make it seem romantic and luxurious somehow, when really it was about the opposite of it as one could get.  “These assholes, they might play at wining and dining you, but – they only give a fuck about one thing, and that’s getting their jollies – and it ain’t always fun and games.   Some of these people …   Sure. I’m probably supposed to tell you that you won’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to but it’s a load of horse shit.”  Way blunter, way more to the point than he should’ve been.  Should’ve gone the sweet talking route, promised them  money and glory and fame, work six months and you’ll never have to work again.   But if they backed out now, it’d be easy enough to come up with some excuse, even if it meant having Marius breathing down his neck in vexation for all the potential money lost.  

They light their smoke on his offered flame, stepping back as they take the first drag. “Oh, I’m well aware of how it works- I’m not delusional, I’m just looking for work. But considering it’s either crawl back to my brother or do a little bit of hustling in this line, I’ll take the latter.” Not even that much of an exaggeration; Reed would love to see them come running back for support. They really would rather sell themself to strangers than go near him again, that much isn’t a ruse.

“I could do this on my own. Stand around on a corner, pull in clients from tourists and the like- but you lot have connections. You have a network and a Rolodex and the numbers of all the big wigs willing to pay top dollar for a little bit of attention with me. They’re gross, but they’re rich.” Sage shrugs. If it makes their… acquisitions of illicit substances a little easier, who are they to complain? Revenge and cocaine. Motive enough to dip into the prostitution game in their book. “Bottom line is, I’ve done some questionable things for free in my lifetime. I have eccentric tastes, and I know I have a… unique product to offer for your client base. I might as well start getting paid better for it than I do just taking pictures.”

  The way that they were so MATTER OF FACT about the whole thing didn’t help his mood much, though luckily the part he was playing didn’t exactly scream chipper and cheerful, or necessarily all that clever, either.   He bit back a grimace behind a cloud of smoke, a shrug thrown in their general direction like it was no sweat off his back one way or the other.   “Can’t really argue the logic, there, can I.” Half flat, an assessing glance given back their way, taking in the look, the build, the features.  The appeal was easy to see, even from his point of view. He could onlyIMAGINE the kind of plans Maria had in store for them – his gaze twisted away, a hand shoved into his jeans as he pushed himself off the wall, dragging his keys from his pocket.  

    “Rules are simple enough.  Don’t get caught doing whatever it is you’re doing, and if you do, you don’t know nothin’.   Dates are handled up the food chain, covered through an online dating app, hookups put in the system after the arrangements have been finalized – any money that gets handed off is a gift, not a payment.  If you do get tagged, there’s lawyers on standby to handle whatever trouble you can’t talk your way out of – you’ll have a handler at every meet, meaning if you get tagged, the lawyer’ll be at the station before you do.  Best rule of thumb, you mind your own business, you collect your money, you go home. Don’t open your trap about anything you hear, anything you see. PERIOD.”  

   It was cold, and sharp, the last word, though the rest of it he’d seemed no more invested in than if he was ordering pizza, though he was watching them to make sure they were paying attention.  “Whether it’s to the cops, the papers, the tabloids, you get any shiny ideas about making a quick buck by selling out your latest date with a few salacious pics, or a hashtag on twitter?  It won’t end well.”  A stoniness around his eyes for a moment, gone, just as quickly, as he loped towards the parking lot, chirping the alarm on the fire engine red Chevrolet Corvette – sleek and shiny and fast, and far from subtle.  There were a … FEW perks of the job.  “Get in. I’ll take you to one of the clubs we shuffle business through.  Have a few drinks, maybe get to know a couple of the other girls, see how the night goes.”

Sage listens, but only bothers retaining what might be useful in either self-defense, or in faking their way into the business. Of course, they’re not stupid; they know they’re going to have to play the part for a little while. Sleep with some clients, do what they ask, behave (or don’t, depending on the partner), and don’t let anyone suspect that they have ulterior motives for crawling deeper into the underworld. They drop the half-finished cigarette in the parking lot.

Following him across the asphalt, Sage doesn’t bother correcting him. The ‘other girls-’ as far as the clients care, that’s what they are. Just a girl. Maybe some different parts in different places, but still. Just a girl. No room for anything too unique when it comes to jobs like this. They slide into the car, glad that they decided to dress the part for this meeting. It’s not their Sunday best, but it will more than pass for a prostitution networking party. Highlighting the right features, downplaying any faults. Not that they have many of those. Speaking of features, they should probably get something out of the way.

“You know I’m not…” they speak as soon as the handler is in the car with them. “-I’m not cis, right? I don’t know how much you know about me, and I don’t know how much you’re involved in the detail work, but I don’t have all the same assets working for me that the other girls you deal with do. I mean, I’m sure plenty of them have my fake tits, but I don’t have any work done downstairs- and I don’t intend to. So fair warning, in case you were thinking of getting closer acquainted with me while we’re working together, don’t be fucking surprised if you try anything.” They end it with a laugh at his expression, keeping the mood light despite the explicit content. “Just thought you should know.”