#enigmatii

[writinghannibal]

Soft jazz and a ticking clock created an almost sleepy atmosphere in the therapist’s waiting room, seemingly at odds with the large reproduction of The Raft of The Medusa. The painting felt muted with the soft music and could easily be overlooked despite its size.

The scent of lily’s was heavy in the air. The blooms themselves were in a black vase on the table next to the coffee maker, a pair of spiraled black horns jutting out from the center of them. A small plate of red-velvet cookies was staged on the little table, blood red and enticingly soft looking.

@enigmatii​

[bigdlittleibignlittleozzo-moved]

@enigmatii

Tony didn’t spend a lot of time at Quantico. He didn’t like being around Feebs most of the time. They had a nasty habit of accusing him of murder anytime he spent too much time near them, and he preferred avoiding being accused of murder. It was better for his constitution.

But he’d heard that the FBI had a promising new profiler, and Tony wanted to get his hands on him. Not for anything bad, no matter what the FBI thought, but because NCIS could always use bright young minds, and honestly, a mind like Malcolm Bright’s was wasted on the FBI, in Tony’s not so humble opinion.

So here he was, leaning in a hallway at Quantico, waiting for Malcolm Bright to exit a classroom so he could recruit him. When he saw the kid exit the classroom, Tony skipped to, crossing the hallway. “Malcolm! Malcolm Bright! Just the man I’ve been looking for! Tony DiNozzo, NCIS, I’m here to talk to you about a job offer.”

[replicantdeviancy]

                  When the word first got out to the department that the FBI would be visiting the DPD Central precinct the collective response was a series of groans & colorful comments, some kept disguised under ones breath while others were blurted out with all the enthusiasm of their vulgar discontent. The station was no safe haven for the feds as Agent Perkins had made a mess of things on more than one occasion. Nevertheless, the DPD did play it’s reluctant role of support for the Bureau as was expected, regardless of how frustrating & aggravating the venture may have been. The Captain was no fan, resentful of the unfortunate bind he seemed to find himself in time & time again, & how one of his own would be forced to work in concession with the assigned agent. The expectation had been the same as always, & the anticipation that Perkins would soon foul the halls of their station once more hung like a dark cloud over the bullpen, stirring a quiet unrest.

                  Even Connor had been feeling the tension, though not entirely his own. He could deal with men like Richard Perkins - it was more a matter of the general energy of the building that irked him. Everyone was upset & thus he was forced to disconnect himself from that overarching state of being, lest he too become emotionally compromised. Tensions ran high for the majority of the morning, productivity diminished as many had eyes peeled & senses on alert for the moment the feds arrived. Thus it was a perplexing surprise when the man in question not only remained blessedly absent but Connor of all people was called into the Captain’s office. He exchanged a look of bewilderment with the Lieutenant before rising from his desk & heading up the small stairway into the glass office. Inside stood a man he did not recognize. Curious. He paused only a moment before entering.

                   ❝ Good morning, Captain. You wanted to see me? ❞   The exchange was brief, as it usually was between them. Fowler liked to keep things concise & deliberate, & Connor was an adaptable sort who took things in stride. The stranger was introduced as Will Graham, a specialist from FBI HQ whom had been sent to Detroit on assignment. What that assignment entailed was not discussed, only the nature of Connor’s own - He was to be paired with the fed & serve as a guide of sorts, a partner. This hadn’t been the first time one of their own had been tasked to work in correspondence with the FBI, but the selection had Connor speculating with bemused intrigue. What use would a young detective with only a few years experience under his belt have to the FBI? He didn’t doubt his skills - he was a prodigy amongst his peers & for a few certain talents others did not possess. When this talent was mentioned in the vague context of alikeness, Connor felt he better understood.

                  Unsure as to the final objective of it all, the detective complied without comment. It appeared that he & this enigmatic man would be working together for the foreseeable future. With a smile subtle yet bathed in genuine warmth, Connor approached.  ❝ Detective Connor Arkeit, ❞   he introduced himself & held a hand out for the other to shake.  ❝ It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Agent Graham. ❞

@enigmatii​

[fbiartist]

You are under arrest.

CHECKMATE. 

[eisiramdeus-a]

→ ENIGMATII, in his LETTERS TO THE CAP'N:      *trying to sneak out while half-dressed* -TK      → “Morning After” starters

✯ MORNING AFTER, A CONCEPT, HE THINKS NEEDN’T EXIST     NOT IN HIS WORLD, WHICH, INCIDENTALLY, IS THIS ONE—     WHERE HE IS KING AND IS ALWAYS FASHIONABLY LATE     TO THE LATTER EVENING’S ENTERTAINMENT. HE WOULD     HATE TO SEE YOU GO SO EARLY BEFORE HIS SECOND     CRACK AT IT. BETTER TO BE FASHIONABLY LATE THAN     a little premature. DON’T LEAVE THE STAGE JUST YET.

THE CLINKING sound of TK’s belt upon his hardwood floors. Brows furrow even as the eyes are closed. Ears would turn if they could, this beast of prey. He stirs awake, elbows pressing up against the sinking mattress and memory foam pillows, eyes directed at the young man attempting to flee the crime scene. That’s illegal, you know?

❝OH?❞ He groans, eyes squeezing shut to wear off the dust of sleep that keeps him grounded there in bed. Soon, he makes sense of the scene, the dressing up, the silent approach. TK just hadn’t quite made it to the door yet. Caught in the act, or, after the act? Guilty as charged either way; with that one suspicious not-a-stripper with the sweaty, boozy bandana. ❝D’aww, c’mon, now, city boy: IT WASN’T BAD now, was it? Don’t tell me yer plannin’ on runnin’ off before sayin’ goodbye; yer breakin’ my heart...❞

HANDS BEHIND HIS HEAD, further cushioning upon his pillow, that bastard grin on his face—the way he looked when you first met saw him. Think of it, that’s how he looks most of the time. WHAT CAN I SAY...             SOME MEN HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO SMILE             LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME AND SHOW FOR [...] 

❝Least gimme a kiss ‘fore you go? Promise I won’t bite ya... any further, course. Might want to, uh, give the scarf a try today if yer headin’ to work...❞ AND NOT EVEN SORRY. PROUD, REALLY.

@enigmatii​

[hiighwarlock]

A closed starter for @enigmatii​‘s Alec!

           With a dramatic Inhale (it’s not a gasp, okay?), Magnus crowds up to the large-pane windows of the sidewalk patisserie. He very nearly presses his face to the glass, groaning, “--- I’m going to eat my weight in chocolate éclairs...”

          It feels like centuries since the Warlock has been in Paris, and even longer since he’s properly enjoyed the cuisine. By Edom, he’s missed it. Turning, Bane reaches out to grasp Alec’s hand, offering him a winning smile as he drags the younger man into the shop. They’re immediately welcomed by the sweet fragrance of powdered sugar and baking dough. 

          “--- Alexander. Have you ever tried a macaron?

[eisiramdeus]

Hello Daddy 😫

d*addy? are you serious? right in front of my brand new blog?

[godnessofhell]

We could be lovers, even just tonight, we could be anything you want.

[roi-et-mangouste]

“Do you actually dress like this or are you being ironic ...I mean the hipster lumberjack thing is sorta still in. I guess.” -David I need the judgement.

“I’m pretty sure I gave up trends in my mid-twenties, not that I was ever current on them even when I did try and keep up. Where... where would the irony be in flannel?”

[culthcnt]

@enigmatii​ -Cerb 

        ❝C’mere big guy. Let me see the handsome boy you are.❞      She’s complimenting a big three headed dog. That’s  normal!

[whinemcm]

@enigmatii​ asked:  "I woke up this morning and had to run to the mirror to make sure I hadn't gotten anything pierced. Wild night last night. You should have come." -R O B E R T disaster hungover dad

a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. it was always entertaining to hear a recount of what someone could remember of a night that just got a little too out of hand. mary just hated that she had to miss out on all the fun.  ❝ unfortunately, i’ve got to spend some nights babysitting the rugrats. ❞ she tried not to dwell on the alarming statement of picking a night of blackout drinking over spending time with her own children.  ❝ shame nothing happened though, i bet you wouldn’t look half bad with a couple of piercings, ❞ mary teased. 

[meenakshi123]

Rushing things that need certain time to grow leads to premature death 🌸

[stardustcreateda]

                    Magnus didn’t know what better way to lure Alec to him. Yes, they’d been dating for quite some time now, but Alexander, it seemed, was always working or otherwise occupied, which wasn’t altogether too surprising for a Shadowhunter. However, Magnus was feeling quite the worse for wear, and on top of that, rather lonely. so, he’d sent Alec a text inviting him over for drinks in the hope that it would get him to come over. Sat in his favorite chair, Magnus read through one of many novels in his library, sipping whiskey as he waited for Alec’s reply. 

                          // @enigmatii​ pls help him djlaksjd 

[soulscatter]

twilight starter call // @enigmatii​

SHE CAN’T entirely help the way she’s staring at him. she’d already been out in this part of the property alone, avoiding the mass of bodies near the house, when he had arrived and started... practicing? but what he was doing was nothing short of miraculous. she’s seen lots of gifts so far in her short life, but this one... this one is easily the most incredible. it looks so--- NATURAL on him. like he sprung directly out of the very earth he’s now controlling. 

       ❝ how are you doing that? ❞ she can’t help herself but ask, stepping out of           her hiding spot. 

[runesanddeath-a]

╳┊ @enigmatii​ asked: “I’m not letting you forget an umbrella ever again.” ( From Alec because it could be caring but it could also be deep disappointment)

Cold Weather Sentence Starters II accepting

                           the CHILL OF WINTER set within his bones. he had thought they had enough time to get from the institute to Taki’s before the RAIN began -- - but he was wrong.  drenched, the two hunters entered the restaurant, the hostess taking one look at them before pointing to the bathroom where they could DRY OFF.  running his hand through his wet hair, a grin played upon his features as he looked at his brother,  ❝  next time you take it ❞  he teased as he headed to the doors. pulling it open, he motioned for alec to go first,   ❝ and besides, its not like this is the worst situation we’ve been in. just a BIT of rain... ❞

[forgedthief]

@enigmatii​ small alec starter

   The vampire let his eyes fall over the shadow hunter, gaze lingering for a moment before smirking. “Darlin’ I don’t think you could even begin to afford me, even with the grumpy cute discount.”