positivity for griim : hi! i just wanted to shout out @griim for being an incredibly creative and talented writer. we're relatively new mutuals, but kai has done such an amazing job constructing the lore and backstory of their character! gemma is one of the most intriguing ocs i've seen in some time. keep being rad, kai :)

@griim @wardogsong

"Can you two stop talking about killing off the world? Please?"

@griim cause they're lonely and like to fight

"Get in loser, we're going sight seeing."

@griim gets a plotted starter!

Just great. Things had been going so smoothly until now. He's almost gotten used to his new reality. Pretending not to be there. Not talking to people. Fading into the background for a while. Making them think that he's a lost cause - just so he can have a little me-time. Fucking recover from everything he's been through in peace and in his own time.

But of course.

Sooner or later, something had to happen. Not something, someone. The new one. This woman. Going off the regular schedule. Being outside her room in the dead of night, pulling the very same tricks as him. Sneaking around in the dark. Hell, it almost makes him laugh. How she's even in the same spot as him at the same time. His secret hideaway.

Trying to get out.

Just like him. But much bolder. Faster. Probably not wiser.

It's not like he can go back to his usual routine now. With her. Playing the part that's plastered all over his file. Permanent brain damage. Requires fulltime care. Severely diminished cognitive abilities. Too bad that he's standing in front of her right now. Walked in on her. Is looking right at her. Obviously lucid. Capable of thinking. Reacting to whatever it is that she's trying to do here. So after a moment of tense, uncomfortable silence, Lance decides that fuck it, he might as well drop the act entirely and just talk.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his bathrobe that is supposed to keep him warm but looks oh so fucking ridiculous, the former TV host lets out a soft sigh, fully enters the room and looks around in it almost casually.

"You know that's not gonna work, right" he mutters, pointing at her and her attempt to escape. Then he points past the window she's trying to get through, over to the left.

"There's a night watch post over there with some guys who keep an eye out 24/7. And on the other side they got some CCTV cameras. Can't really see it from here but trust me, they're aware that this is a blindspot. They're expecting you" he explains, walking over to the window so he can lean against it and have a look outside.

"They usually don't let patients out into that yard so no one really knows about security there. But they've taken me out on a stroll every now and then. So I've seen it all more than once. Pretty sure they've stocked up on security, now that I think about it" Lance goes on, only to give her a soft snort and shake of his head.

"On paper, they're saying that being out in the big yard with all the other's too exciting for me and that I need a 'calm' outdoor spot instead. Coded shrink talk for 'let's use the braindead Preston guy as an excuse for a long smoke break and the latest gossip from the ward.'"

Soon enough he's laughing, albeit somewhat bitterly.

"Too bad I can still think and see just fucking fine. So really. I know what's waiting for you out there. Don't bother. It's pointless. Trying to get out this way."

“you here to take me up on my offer?” erin asked, stepping carefully down the stairs to where platt had told @griim​ to wait for the detective. “or just come to tell me to fuck off in person?”

plotted starter for @griim​ 

   It’s a testament to just how rusty he is at all of this that Erik doesn’t realise he is being followed until it’s been going on for two days. At least, he’s had that prickling on the back of his neck, the impulse to constantly check behind him for two days – who knows how long before that his pursuer picked up his tail?

   The mutant is not currently a wanted man. After the stunt he pulled with En Sabah Nur he expected prison or death – certainly he welcomed the latter – but instead Moira pulled some strings and fed the media some bullshit about him being a hero. As if he wasn’t the one who’d betrayed his friends and only came to his senses at the last minute, as if he’d been fighting the Egyptian god from the start. Erik doesn’t like lying, but this lie buys him freedom – something he hasn’t truly tasted in years – so he accepts without objection. 

   In doing so, however, he is left anchorless, wandering; home is gone and it cannot be reclaimed, and Westchester is not the place of rest and safety it once was. In time perhaps, Erik will find a new home, a new purpose. But until then he travels nomad-like from town to town, no possessions beyond what he can carry on his back, no steady employment, more nights spent under the stars than under a roof. Almost like how it used to be all those decades ago, back when life was simpler.

   “I know you’ve been following me.” Low words directed at the campfire by his feet, unwilling to shout into the growing darkness around him but easily loud enough for any observer to pick up on. The mutant isn’t afraid of his recently-acquired shadow, but neither is he inclined to pretend or pussyfoot around the issue. Erik is out here to be alone; the pursuit needs to end.

How does your relationship work with Billy and Gemma? How do you all work together? Are you all actually dating or is it just fucking?

gray ghost the frank || no longer accepting

"How's any relationship work, y'know? You look at a person and you know— yeah, this might be the one for you. Y-you could make a go of it. So you do. You latch on with both hands and hold on. I mean with us... all three widowers. We're old. Past that puppy love shit. Each one of us put a body in the ground that used to be the person we loved the most in this world, but here we are. This shit's not done with us yet. And what the fuck are we if not flesh and blood? Flesh and blood with needs like company, like security— someone who watches your six, like you watch theirs. Somebody to kill the time with while time kills you. We're that, for each other, just all together. Lighten the load, share the burdens, instead of making just one person carry it all, there's an extra set of shoulders in the mix no matter which way you cut it."

"Is it dating? I don't know— but it's not just fuckin' either. It's whatever we need it to be."

“They can't use our shame against us. Regardless o’ race, social status, or gender. We're all affected.” John shook his head with a sigh. So much for idle conversation. He rubbed his jaw line before before taking a drag from his cigarette. “I try t’keep me faith alive.”

lyrics starter for @griim​

" last time we tried the whole... going out to dinner thing, quite a few goons ended up dead. @griim "

starter call.

@griim

'Shit,' she had planned on him grabbing her leg but not Andrei tossing her across the room. Not that she should be surprised, he was over twice her size. As Gemma is sent across the room, a thud follows her landing. And within seconds is back on her feet. Ready to be on the offense, watching the man's movements, her training taught her to go until you couldn't. Or the other couldn't. A grin appeared on her face, "nice one." She rolled her neck, eyes narrow as her mind raced with thoughts of how she might move quickly enough that she could connect a hit. 'Bingo.' Gemma mutters as she swiftly makes her way to him, after faking a kick to the left, a fist is thrown at the other's jaw.

He used her momentum against her, something he had been taught from an early age upon setting foot in the temple. Back then he had been weaker, smaller, it had been the smart thing to do. Now he used to with his size, making his movement to use their momentum against them even stronger. Even if this was sparring, he couldn't help instinct. Besides, he knew she would be just fine. A grunt left the Romanian in her direction at her quick recovery and response, position shifting to defense when she came back at him. She was quicker, smaller, an advantage to his larger size. Seeing the kick, he had moved to block with his left but soon found the feint was for the blow to the jaw that knocked his head to the side. Shaking his head, he recovered quickly himself and made a slicing motion down, with what would be the blade if it was out, down towards her head.

@griim | “Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme

❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞ (For The Doctor from Gemma either in her DBD verse or we can have it in her main verse)

Such gusto, such moxie is something Herman has always found entertaining in another. The most vocal, resistant prisoners brought to him before the Fog always yielded the most interesting results- whether there was a correlation or it was simply the satisfaction of cracking a particularly hard nut, he was never able to find concrete evidence either way. Now, in these phantom approximations of Léry's decrepit corridors, he still finds the same behavior quite delightful- Misses Feng and Thomas are favorites for a reason, but it's far from merely these survivors that display such behavior.

Daring to approach the posturing killer- like a scared animal, perhaps, frightened by a superior hunter- he merely smiles at the indirect threat. The Entity despises any unprovoked violence directed upon another killer, a rule which Herman delights in taking advantage of for amusement. (If She is truly omnipotent and knows he intentionally instigates, there is no indication. He doesn't care either way.)

"To continue this avian theme, my little shrike," he responds, so cheerfully condescending, "a caged bird often sings. Kept as a pet even when let out to spread her wings. From one cage, out into a larger one. Perhaps hells work the same way."

@griim​ :  ❛ don’t make me fight you. i am really really good. ❜

            BOLD STATEMENT. Scott kept calm. The gun resting on her hip didn’t scare him much. He’s faced worse — far worse. She may be a good fighter like she claims to be, but what chance would she stand against a Sentinel. Between a girl with a gun and a giant mutant-hunting killer robot, Scott didn’t need to think twice about which fight he’d rather be picking...

            “I’m not here to fight your or anyone else for that matter. I’d rather assume you are the one looking for a fight,” he stated with a nod towards her weapon.

@griim prompted: ⚠️: Your character notices mine in a dangerous situation and decides to step in and try to help them out.

He'd heard the scuffle several blocks away. The closer he got to the pair, the more he realized it was a struggle, even a fight. One man, one woman, in the most technical sense anyway. He'd have to be careful. These kinds of situations could be a little tricky and he tried not to be terribly judgemental unless there was an obvious power imbalance. Really, his aim was just to break it up for the time being.

It was a tricky thing to read, the movement of two bodies locked in a fight. The man was getting tired but the woman wasn't and that was interesting. Her body sounded like she'd been trained to fight. The way her heart rate rarely spiked with exertion. His mind raced even as he got closer to them. She didn't smell familiar, however, and he found that less that comforting. Not when she moved like a Widow.

It was curiosity that had him diving off the roof and dropping into the ally, momentum dragging the man along with him as much as the thrust of his body against his. Though he'd taken care not to slam him against hard brick of the building, he felt the man slump against him. He supposed it was better this way.

"I'm not sure what's happening here, and I really hate not knowing," Matt spoke to the woman behind him, and wasn't that the truth. At that moment he was glad he hadn't gone the domino mask route. He didn't think a furrowed brow would be terribly intimidating. "Seeing as how your friend here isn't very talkative, so i guess it's all up to you."

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

Looking down at her, Nathaniel didn't believe that for one second. She would know that by the current expression on his face, one that showed worry and concern as he reached down take her hand in his to then look it over his neck. Once that happened, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms. "You can lie to me all you want, Gemma, but my eyes can see it's more than just a scratch." He counters, a tossed glance down at her in his arms before he's focusing back ahead to get her over to the couch now that they'd made it safely home. The entire time, hiding the fact she was injured. It didn't surprise him but he hoped eventually she would learn she could tell him when she's wounded. Setting her down gently, he took a step back but kept himself kneeled. "Now stay here while I get the aid kit, okay?" He gives her a look before walking away to go find their kit. Nathaniel is gone for maybe a couple minutes, returning with the kit in hand. "Think you can cooperate enough for me?"

Short Angst Starters | Not Accepting | @griim

[ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver. 

You touch, you die :: Accepting

it happens too quickly. The flash of metal from the gun, the echoing boom of the bullet as it explodes out of the barrel. He's as braced for impact as one could be, turning to twist away from the shoot but.. The pain doesn't come and half a heartbeat later he realizes why.

Gemma.

She had jumped in front of a bullet meant for him.

Fucking stupid.

But he doesn't even have time to process that. He needs to move, needs to make sure there weren't been a second shot. Disarmed and blooding, the gunmen lays at his feet but other than making sure he's disabled for now. {Maybe even dead.} Billy doesn't waste another second on him. He's reaching for Gem, going to his knees as he pulls out his phone. He makes two calls. First one to Frank, the second to a connection he has in a clinic downtown.

"Hey.. Look at me." His hands are bloody, stained crimson by the way they're pressed to the bleeding wound just below her ribcage. "I swear to god.. When you get patched up.. I'm gonna kick your fucking ass." After that threat.. He keeps talking, talking and talking. Making sure she keeps her eyes on him, focused and annoyed. And he's pretty sure she's more upset he's making such a big deal about it.. But there's more blood than he likes. Even with him applying pressure.