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uglyducklingwrites:

baenzo’s aesthethic series — toxic relationships: absence and lack of communication makes the heart idealize a person and subconsciously twist one’s perception of them into something greater than they really are.

“So we’re bound to linger on, we drink the fatal drop, then love until we bleed, then fall apart in parts”

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//if anyone ever wants to plot, then just hmu. i’ve got two other blogs i’m more active on, but i’ll always be open to some more threads here on ari.

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[ FBI BITCH ]

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He had been turning around the idea of a transfer in his head for days—no, weeks if he was honest. It was obvious that Graceland wasn’t what it used to be. None of them trusted each other anymore, Jakes had taken off running, and Mike was still convinced that Briggs was a criminal. The problem was, there was no way for him to prove his crimes without incriminating himself and ending his own career.

In the past, he would have just shut up and dealt with it as he always eventually had, but this was different. Briggs’s use of his addiction, his questioning of why his life had been spared, and the hell he had been through since getting shot by Sid Markham, in order to clear his own name had been the last straw. Any one of them could have been killed thanks to his moving them around like human chess pieces, with little regard for the consequences.

It would be in his best interests, at least for his own sanity, to drop it, but Mike couldn’t do it. Not this time. Even if he could never return to D.C. triumphantly as he had so dreamed, even if he would never make it to the Director’s chair, he was going to send Briggs to jail, where he belonged as far as he was concerned, if it was the last thing he did.

He locked the door to his car and pocketed the keys, stepping onto the sidewalk and walking toward the pizzeria he had had his sights on all day. On the way there, he bumped into someone. “Sorry, man, I—“ He froze, recognizing the other man’s face immediately. “Ari?” He instantly regretted it, because he wasn’t armed. It was a crowded street, but Mike wasn’t stupid. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Why hadn’t he left this place yet? There was NOTHING left for him here, so why couldn’t he just pack up his shit and head back to Armenia? On some level, Ari already knew why. What little was left for him here didn’t compare to his homeland. He didn’t even have a proper home back there and no family to return to. At least here in the States there were some Sarkissians still alive and free, but not enough to rebuild the family.

It was a shit show.

He puffs on a cigarette as he wanders aimlessly down a busy street. Is he concerned that someone will notice him and call the cops? No. This was one of the more upper class areas, which he hadn’t operated in, so he isn’t afraid of being recognized.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he was arrested. At least he would be inside with some of his Armenian brethren...

With that thought now shoved to a corner of his mind, Ari turns a corner and continues on. He hasn’t got any idea where he’s headed. Maybe he’ll take a walk and then head back to his car. What  else could he do?

However, before he can take another step--

“What the fuck.” He drawls in that heavy accent. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to--” His amber eyes settle on the face of the asshole who had jostled him. Oh, wasn’t this fantastic! The little FBI bitch was here! He does a quick scan of the area to see where the blond’s friends are. Huh. Nobody else?

“Wow. You have finally caught me. Oh no please do not arrest me.” The sarcasm in his tone is obvious.

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[ SALLY ]

                          ‘Shit happens’? Sally took some offense to that, because that day DID NOT HAVE TO HAPPEN under any circumstance. Sally didn’t have to have memories of her hair being yanked, of her heart beating in its cage, of being slammed against a wall. All of that sent shivers down her spine, and she swallowed, trying to keep her dinner in her stomach. “I wouldn’t say ‘no hard feelings’,” she responded, going back to her laundry. She put the detergent in and ran the machine before making eye-contact with Ari again.

                         “but the fact that I didn’t report you must give you some kind of relief.” That was a lie. She had told the house about it; she was their CI after all. However, it turned out Paul was already on this guy, and there was nothing Sally could do about it. She couldn’t go to anyone higher in the FBI, couldn’t tell the police — she was at a dead end.

                         “Would you even tell me what that whole day was about …?” She wound up asking. “Or if you tell me would you actually have to kill me this time?”

“Not really.” It’s not like he hasn’t been reported before. Hell, there was one time a couple years back where he was constantly chased by the cops after having a miniature breakdown and taking it out on, well, pretty much anyone he could. That had led to a few arrests, but being who he was meant that Martun could PERSUADE certain cops to release him.

It hadn’t won him any points with the Sarkissian head, though and that was perhaps the main reason he tried to stay under the radar MOST times. With his mind focused on that, Ari hums and nods a bit, suddenly wishing to change his answer.

“Actually, yeah. I suppose.” But she better not expect a “thank you” because HAH. No chance. Arching a brow, the Armenian almost wants to laugh at what she says. It brings to mind that cliché saying that’s often spoken in the media:

“If I told you, then I’d have to kill you.”

Unable to resist, he repeats that line in a bad “action hero” American accent. One of these days he’d HAVE to use that before offing somebody. It would be pretty great. Leaning against one of the machines, Ari roots around for another smoke.

“It was just business. And it was handled. That’s all you need to know.”

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canon: gives no information on a character except for a name and sparse backstory

me: mine now

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person: are you okay?

me, digging my own grave: what makes you say that

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[ SALLY ]

                         HER BROWS ROSE as Ari’s demeanor seemed to give no sign of a threat. Quickly, they furrowed instead, because Ari’s actions were leaving her confused. As to his question, Sally was just a jumpy person, but logic dictated that she would be frightened of the man who attempted to murder her — she person she barely managed to escape from.  She didn’t even know how to respond; Ari left her speechless. She attempted to relax herself, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm her tense muscles, eyes closing for a moment against her better judgement. However, when she opened them, Ari had not moved. “—Sally,” She corrected, not giving her last name, just like last time. She swallowed, slowly moving back towards her laundry.

                        “—Why am I jumpy?” She retorted then, becoming more confident, even if that wasn’t the best move. But they were out in public now, even if they were the only two in the laundromat at the moment. Hopefully he wouldn’t be so brave as to pull out a gun where it would be easier to be caught in the act. “I think you know, Ari,” Her voice tasted bitter against even her own tongue. “I didn’t think it’d be too hard for you to figure out.”

“Calm down.” He says bluntly. Yeah, he knew the precise reason she was behaving this way. It was inevitable that she would initially react with fear upon encountering him again. A shrug of his shoulders and a puff of smoke follows his words as he rounds the counter to stand in front of her. He’s close enough to carry on the conversation, but leaves some distance between them.

“I’m not looking to hurt you,” His Armenian accent drawls. “What’s that saying? You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I was pissed off.” Another shrug as if it’s no big deal. “Shit happens.”

Ninety percent of the time he cant explain some of his actions. He just DOES things. He had no issues with this Sally, since she hadn’t actually done anything to cross him. Him grabbing her and pulling her along to that apartment hadn’t been planned.

“No hard feelings, eh.” 

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[ WAIT A SECOND... ]

                         SALLY BARELY REGISTERED WHAT THE MAN SAID, she was so tired. But between her real job and the side-stuff she did for the FBI, this late at night was the only time she could get anything done as far as housework. And she didn’t make enough money to hire someone, although at this rate, that would be nice. But she turned to acknowledge what was said, smiling. “Oh – thank you. I –” She STOPPED, gasping, and throwing her hand over her heart. 

                          It was ARI. She had told Paul and the house what had happened in their last interaction, but she was told not to do anything. Paul had it handled. But that was all she was told. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she immediately looked around as she backed up into the washers. “–It’s you.” She didn’t mean to say it, but it came out, and she immediately wished she could shove it back into her throat. Maybe he didn’t recognize her and now she had just blown it. He probably had a lot of victims, though, probably not a lot of victims he let alive.

“...”

It takes him a second, maybe even several... but it soon clicks in his head. Lips twisting into a smirk of amusement, Ari arches his brows. Ahah-- so she remembered him, did she? Good to know he didn’t have a forgettable face or presence.

“It’s me,” He confirms with a step forward. “And it’s you. Uhh, what’s your name again... Sandra or something?”

He takes another peek around. There’s nobody here with her and isn’t that INTERESTING? He would have thought that she would travel with at least one other person after their last encounter. Or maybe she wasn’t as cowardly as he had originally thought...

“Why are you so jumpy? I’m not doing anything.” The gun he had tucked in his waistband didn’t even have ammo in it, so there was really nothing for her to worry about.

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sylviagetyourheadouttheoven:

Emilia Clarke - Vs. Magazine - Spring 2014

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His “employee” (or new pet according to Martun) wasn’t answering his calls and it was really starting to piss him off.  When Colby had worked for him he always answered within three rings and remained professional. As much as the man had irritated him, his work ethnic was something he could RESPECT.

Guy had yet to earn that from him.

Flicking away the smoke he had just finished, the Armenian squints through the windows of the laundromat. It appeared to be empty given how late it was, but it couldn’t hurt to take a quick look. Upon stepping inside he’s immediately overpowered by a mixture of scents that causes his nose to wrinkle.

Couldn’t they open some windows in here?

He’s about to head out again, but pauses when he catches sight of a woman crouched over a basket. Why would someone waste time that could be used for sleeping by do their laundry this late? Or was she some housewife who got satisfaction out of this kind of thing?

“You missed one.” He nods towards a sock she had left on the middle table.

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the federal bureau                      

          it’s been a little over three months since i remade mike and there are just about 300 of you, which is insane to me. i honestly never thought that i’d stick with indie rp because i have a bad habit of starting things and never finishing them, but i have to say that the community of people on here is absolutely incredible. i love coming on here and getting to interact with so many of you whether it be through actually writing together, answering/sending memes, or just reading all of your writing. you’re all wonderful people and i’m so thankful that you have stuck it out for this wonderful ride with mike and myself, and i am thankful for each and every one of you.

          these lists aren’t in any particular order, and i know that i’ve forgotten people. for that, i do apologize, because regardless of whether you’re on this list or not, i still love you all so very much.

special agents in charge                    

@cxrrera​ et al - ok so i kid you not, i would not still be playing mike if it wasn’t for joyous. i’d have given up on him long ago and would have just thrown in the towel on tumblr rp in general. she was the first person who i really created a more in-depth story for mike with and who i actually got to dive into mike’s background and find my place in his head, as odd as that sounds. and look at us now, three hundred verses later, and i wouldn’t have it any other way. you are a wonderful human being and i love you <3 

@steelxlungs​ - first off, i have to say how freaking excited i am for july 11th; wandering around new york city and then seeing aaron might be one of the highlights of my summer tbh <3 i love all of the verses that we have going on right now, and the fact that mike and lydia are just so cute together despite what verse we throw them into is just the icing on the cake. thank you for being a positive force in my daily life, and never stop being you <3

supervisory special agents                   

in other words, we’ve written together and everything you do makes me happy       @notatlas et al / @notamailman et al / @priimadonnacomplex et al / @sniperbarbie et al / @bcnvoyage et al / @echoedmistakes / @arii-adamian / @xnjolras / @gwenuinely / @wietkoning et al

special agents                   

we haven’t written together (yet?) but i totally stalk you from afar, just so you know         @unbeliiever / @iinvulnerable / @xaedificare / @sunbeamiing / @euphorira / @potterstillstinks / @saintstorms / @whysandy / @tcinfinity / @andbeycnd / @swordriven / @leslce / @saverobots / @expionage / @wcndigos / @lawlcss 

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[ ABBY ]

Well there went that plan. He’s not as dumb as he looks. She’s all for a vacation, but given the circumstances, she might have been better off pushing for the trial instead of trying to keep her motivation up with a cruise. Suppose it was bad timing on her part. 

She gives a tiny nod and a forced smile, pushing her hair behind her ear as she sits before the laptop and makes a few simple clicks. “I’m not exactly used to playing travel agent while having a gun aimed at me, but I’ll see what I can do.” Not only is she going to California, she’s getting her kidnapper discount tickets. Incredible. 

Maybe she should have taken up the offer of learning martial arts or at least pursued the whole gun club thing. Ah well, to be as liberal as she was required some sort of naive thinking on her part. Upon hearing his plan financially, she turns in her seat just enough to meet his eyes. “I suppose I just have to take your word on that, huh?” Paying for it. Of course. At least it would look rather suspicious should anyone need to find her body.

Way to go with the negative thinking there, Abigail. 

“There’s one flight into LAX at 4:15am and another at 7:30am.” Of course there were. And very few seats. “What in-flight meal would you like?” There’s a hint of sarcasm there as she’s trying to keep her mood up as well as she can, given the circumstances. 

“The 4.15 one.” It was around midnight now, so if they book it now and head straight to the airport, then they should make it just fine. Even if it was cutting it a bit close, Ari wasn’t the type to wait around longer than necessary. With another drag of his cigarette, he smirks. So he had a little joker on his hands, eh? At least she wouldn’t be a boring conversationalist. 

“You get whatever you want.”

In-flight meals were the least of his problems as his mind is still occupied with thoughts and plans. These plans aren’t exactly logical or even smart, but it was difficult to predict what was going to happen when they arrived at the airport.

Would Abby be a good girl and do what she was told or would she make this more challenging than it had to be? Tilting his head back towards her, he listens to her types on the keys, a thought suddenly popping to the front of his mind, shoving all others away.

“Let me see what you’ve done before you send anything.” The gun is aimed at her as he rises from the seat. She could be sending instant messages to someone in an attempt to get some kind of help. Taking a place on the edge of the bed, Ari stares down at the screen.

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[ AKANE ]

       Akane observed Ari; the manner in which he licked his dry lips, which made her frown because saliva would only make matters worse and she was averse to people ensuring their very own downfall (or those of their lips), the way he lit a match — how old-fashioned! — with his thumb to light a cigarette, and how a mischievous smirk spread all over his lips at the mention of that Toros guy. Initially, Akane didn’t know whether his behaviour irritated or amused her. Eventually, she decided on indifference.

       As if she was mimicking him, Akane extracted a cigarette from her bag, using a lighter instead of a match to produce a little flame for it to kindle. Recalling their previous encounter, the woman noted it must be the first time he saw her smoking. Well, she didn’t make a habit of it, making it no surprise he hadn’t known yet. Taking a drag, she recommenced listening, fully focusing her attention on the other’s words.

       ❝Oh—❞ In sync with Ari, Akane began to grin. She was visibly amused, which was quite gruesome for a petite and fragile woman like her, wasn’t it? ❝Toros is dead? How come?❞

       ❝I guess that’s what they call Karma.❞

“Suicide.”

Despite disliking the guy and being unaffected by his demise, Ari had been just as surprised as the rest of the Family upon hearing the news. Toros never seemed the type to take his own life, especially after everything that had changed in the weeks leading up to the ceremony. Even his note had been a bit... off. Still, it was done now and it was time for everyone to move on.

Finally.

“Can’t say I’ll miss him.” He shrugs and taps some ash. Now his eyes are on the cigarette held between Akane’s fingers. It wasn’t a big deal to learn that she smoked. What brand was that, anyway? He hadn’t seen the packaging.

“So it’s me you have to talk to if you want to do any business deals down the line.” Jesus, the amount of responsibility that had come with his new role was absolutely BANANAS. It was something he had obviously known would happen, but that didn’t mean he had been completely prepared for it.

“Fuck. It’s freezing.” He states suddenly, flicking more ash to the ground, getting some on his good little captive.