#darcybby

[loyalborn]

@darcybby sent: "Did they lock you in here?" (haarlep)

The leather collar around their neck wasn't actually that heavy, even with the metal chain attached. But it had been days, and it was starting to wear them down. The chain was attached to the wall and kept them from lounging on the bed or sitting on any of the furniture. Fiery eyes longing glanced between the soft bedspread and the eternally steaming bath across the room. Instead, they were forced to pace their little spot.

Raphael had learned that pain wasn't a punishment that worked on Haarlep. But boredom? That was truly agonizing.

Clawed fingers lightly tugged at the leather. "Welcome to the boudoir," they said, other hand gesturing to the rest of the spacious room. "Lock me in here?" they laughed. "Little mouse, this is my home."

[bloodedhunter-blog]

xx // @darcybby

In this part of the galaxy, species who had become advanced enough to reach the stars and communicate with other life forms generally had at least heard of the Yautjas. His kind were sometimes fables, stories told to pups to make them behave. But he still occasionally ran into begins who believed him to be a myth, or had never heard of his kind before.

If they survived, they never forgot.

The human female wouldn’t have been of any interest to him, had she not interrupted his hunt. His mandibles flared in rage beneath his mask when his spear failed to reach its mark due to the human surprising him. He let out a low growl in warning.

[rivalrus]

"Can you come with me? Seriously, that dude wigs me out. Like, low key serial-killer type vibes."

 “ Putting you onedge, huh?         Yeah, sure. I’ll watch your back. ” 

     Tinged  with a conversational tonethat emulated a disparate evaluation  between     the  exaggerated nomenclature ofthe 'serial killer' in question and his  own status      as  a  macabre  creature  with  a voracious  appetite  for blood and carnage, the      underlying  parity  became  even more  diluted  under  his  congenial  demeanor      presented at the forefront.  To  an  unknowing bystander, the odds wouldn’t have     been stacked in her  favour but fortunately to them  both,  they knew otherwise:      she  had  nothing  to  worry  about  with  him  shadowing  her every  move  and      diligently standing at guard.

  “ With the amount of  bad  people   floating          around   these  days, never  hurts  to  be  too   careful. "

[longsilvcr]

♖: Having their hair washed by my muse

xx // accepting

John had already learned that shampoo burned when it got in your eyes. With this in mind, he made sure to keep his lids closed as Darcy worked the soap into his curls. Her touch was gentle and soothing. As he leaned against the wall of the bath, his head occasionally dipped forward as he fought off sleep.

The sudden warmth of water being poured over his head pulled him back.

[somethingpoetiic-blog]

continued from here

“if siri was useful do you think i would have even asked you?”

[damienofhell-blog]

“Was it aliens? Was it zombies? Was it demons???”

xx // not accepting

“Demons is probably the safest bet.”

[weaknessforgallantry-blog]

@darcybby

The rush of this sector’s police force through the city is an obvious, ostentatious display. They’ve been having some kind of civil unrest here; Remy hasn’t been too interested in learning any details because he doesn’t plan on sticking around long enough to need to know the exact reasons for the thriving black markets he’s found on every planet he��s stopped in in this system. This is one of those areas of space that’s just too far from Orleans for the Lebeaus to even have a presence here.

(Which is why he’s here, of course; if he buys what he needs to make beads for John anywhere closer to Orleans, his father will hear, and Remy really doesn’t want to have that conversation when he’s not sure if he’s even going to ask John about it.)

But so, anyway, the police -- he can hear them down the dock, organizing a search for a human woman. It’s none of his business, no skin off his nose, not even when he sees someone who is clearly the woman in question coming down the street. He can recognize the look of someone being pursued, you know, and she fits the description that went out over the radio as he was preparing to dock. She’ll probably be caught soon, which usually would be no skin off his nose... except that he sees her braids as she comes closer. Thick, intricate braids with unmistakable partnership beads, marking her as belonging to one of the clans and being married. Not so different from Remy’s own braids, although Remy only wears the Lebeau clan beads.

Remy can’t tell which one, but definitely not the Boudreaux, which is good enough for him. The Lebeaus are on good enough terms with the rest of the clans that he really can’t just let her hang, so he steps out of his ship’s docking bay and into the street to catch her arm as she goes by, saying, “Hey, chere, duck in here, n’est-ce pas? Quick, befo’ they come down this way.”

[kingfallena]

           In all honesty, everything has been OVERWHELMING since he woke up in the bunker. Apparently he owes Clarke for that, in part. The Skaifisa explained the ‘transfusion’, something no one was certain would work. But it did. It’s a little ironic. This whole time the Nightblood actually worked. Too late now. He has not had too much time to contemplate that. Instead there has been a whole new life to adjust to in the bunker. It has taken time, but Roan has begun to get himself into the routine of things here. His body is still healing but, he is alive and he must be thankful for that. 

          He has only been focused on caring for his own. But a meeting between some clans has brought curiosity back, made him remember another Skaigada he owes his life to. There is some sort of DISAPPOINTMENT when he scans the faces, when he realizes she might not have been chosen. His gaze drifts and then he sees a hat, the same type that the woman wears. But they turn it is someone else completely. Shoulders sink slightly. She wasn’t his own, he shouldn’t care. But he does. // @darcybby

[halfvampirehalflycan]

@darcybby

(Melissa, you beautiful human being. I love talking to you and roleplaying with you. I’m an incredibly shy person, but talking to you is so easy. You’re a great friend that I’m so very glad to have. We may not talk every day (though we come pretty close to it) but I love every conversation that we have. You’ve been such a good friend in listening to me when I have a bit of a rough day. You’re absolutely amazing!

I also absolutely adore your portrayal of Darcy. She’s got so much sass and sarcasm and I love the friendship between her and Michael! It’s so great and so much fun. Michael really cares about her as a friend, and I love every interaction that we seem to have them do, including the brief interaction with them in my insane Michael! 

You’re absolutely amazing, and I want you to know how much I adore you. You’re a great friend and I hope we get to be friends for a long time!)

[rivalrus]

"How have you not eaten me yet? I'd give you vampiric diabetes, anyway. High blood sugar content and all that." (dARCY YOU DONT ASK WHY A VAMPIRE WONT EAT YOU)

“ Mm, don’t know, I’ve had a lot worse in a pinch. Not to mention, I’ve always had a bit of a  sweet tooth. ”

     A purposeful beat was reserved for the sardonic quip and came married with a roguish grin,     the  added  visual lingering for only as long as it was welcome before his  eyebrows  drew      upwards and a knowing look consumed him. There was a time and place for everything but     veracity, in all of its immaculate virtue, fought a futile battle in that moment’s decision prior     to his actualized response. 

   “ Guess I’ve just gotten  attached  to you, or something along those lines. ”

[queengxiffin]

darcybby replied to your post “Should I keep this FC for Male Clarke? or change it to one of these...”

The second one looks a lot like Clarke! O:

The second of all three or of the new ones? 

[alverlanche]

darcybby replied to your post “EXCLUSIVES / MAINS Call !!! M’kay…..since I’m actually going to try...”

slides in here even tho we never rp

pshhh lets be real, you’re always an exclusive no matter what blog im on XD

[longsilvcr]

@darcybby

With Socks the toy giraffe stuffed between his legs, John was content to let Darcy use his coloring books. She wasn’t good as Steve, but he still liked her work. He had only gotten halfway through one drawing, wanting to take his time with it. The book had been pushed over to Darcy as he took a snack break.

“Blue,” he said, leaning forward and pointing to tiger’s stripes. He wasn’t sure if his opinion was wanted, but he gave it anyway. John sat back down and ate another grape, briefly glancing at the cartoon on the TV. It wasn’t anything interesting, so he decided to get his entertainment from watching Darcy color. He took mental notes on how she worked, looking to improve his own.

[roadwarriior-blog]

xx // @darcybby

Max wasn’t sure want compelled him to pull over. Normally, he avoided people when he could. He had no reason to stop to help the woman with car troubles. But there he was, up to his elbows in grease with the hood of her car above him. She was lucky that he had tools with him at all.

[damienofhell-blog]

👶 !!! their precious gray. uvu

xx // accepting

“Grayson Amani Lewis!” 

Although he didn’t actually raise his voice, Damien’s strict tone was enough to give the five year-old pause. Blue eyes blinked slowly, looking back and forth between his father and the box of cookies he had climbed onto the counter for. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Damien crossed the kitchen and picked up his son and placed him on the ground.

“You know better than that. What if you had fallen and gotten hurt?”

Grayson kept his gaze on the floor before leaning into his father and burying his face into his stomach. Normally Damien would put the child in timeout, but even he wasn’t immune to the look on his face. “Come on, let’s see what your teacher gave you for homework. And after dinner you might get some cookies.”

[kingfallena]

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

such meme, very starter || @darcybby

          Jaw shifts as he takes a deep breath. He HATES her having to see him like this. He knows she has her own burdens to bear, her own past that haunts her. But he knows she agreed to have all of him, not just the good parts. Just as he has her ( though he SWEARS there is no bad in her ). He is not ashamed of the life he leads, he does not regret the things he has had to do to stay on top in this world. But it still eats away at his mind, much the TRAUMA he has endured, those he couldn’t save when he was overseas, those he couldn’t even save here, the ones who HYDRA stole away from him. So instead of pushing her away he wraps his arms around her where they lie, his face resting against her chest as he focuses on the sound of her steady heart beat. “ I know. ” he whispers.