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[civvilblood]

“Does that include Jessica Rabbit? Because I feel like that’s a very vital distinction in the famous redhead debate.”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: ‘  playing favorites  ’               𝐅𝐎𝐑: @civvilblood​ ( betty wilde )

    “have i ever told you,” daphne used the half eaten red candy lollipop to point to betty, “that you’re my favorite redhead? and i’m talking of all the redheads, even the hollywood ones.” especially the hollywood ones. 

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fallxxnangxl·:

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“Do you really have to ask, you already know the answer.” It was repetitive, Lyric’s constant reminder that dead bodies, not sent home to rest so to speak, meant souls were in limbo and there was a greater chance of being visited by their ghosts. She had absolutely no desire to repeat childhood experiences and she preferred to avoid the chance or opportunity for an encounter. 

Quinn was more than familiar with Lyric’s ridiculousness around the subject. She still managed to hold Igor while moving towards the wine and doing as suggested. She wasn’t modest with the wine, it had been a long day and an even longer week. Taking a sip, she looked from the cat to her cousin, “I hope you never decide to actually become a mother. I worry about the children’s safety if Igor has to share your attention with someone else.” 

She hadn’t fully recovered from the mention of the freezer or the bodies. A residual shiver coursing through her. “You know if you keep enticing me with dinner every week, I’ll never leave Santo Padre. I think that’s your plan.” 

Honestly, Lyric didn’t mind. They’d been close when they were younger and they still managed to remain that way with distance and time between them. When she needed an escape and a place to restart, the obvious answer was Santo Padre. It had become home.

“Jesus, can you imagine me with a kid?” Quinn scoffs as she licks some sauce off the side of her thumb, turning to look at Lyric over her shoulder. 

“Like what am I supposed to do? Embalm bodies with a baby strapped to my chest? As if that won’t cause some weird trauma or end in somebodies weird soul sneaking into my babies body? No thank you. Absolutely not. I’m sticking with cats. Cats don’t get posessed.”

Quinn twirls in motion around her kitchen as she collects plates and arranges the food on them, making sure the garlic bread is crisp from its time in the oven before giving them each a piece. 

“That is absolutely my plan,” she confirms, placing a plate of pasta down in front of Lyric before returning to the kitchen island to collect the bread basket and bowl of salad. 

“Plus, I love to cook and it’s depressing to just cook for one person. And I would rather die than get microwave meals for one from the grocery store. I’m planning on sending you home with a bucket of leftovers.”

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ohsaintopal·:

“Oh-ho, shit. My whore radar must be broken, because I didn’t feel your presence. I’m banking on the fact that this motel is basically Sex-O-Rama the Bedroom Musical.” Olive drops her sneakers from the front desk, hopping up like a kangaroo to greet her old friend. 

“What – the semi-uniform thing or the working thing? Because I hate both. And what are you doing here?”

“I don’t think your radar is broken so much as my whore wheels are rusty,” Edie explains as she considers the lobby before approaching the desk, leaning forward to rest her elbows on it. 

She definitely didn’t get around as much now as she had when she was in college, and boy did she get around when she was in college.

“Both,” she admits as she arches an eyebrow to Olive’s uniform, tilting her head to the side. 

“Is that polyester?”

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“It went under new ownership like, two months ago. Bank foreclosed on it and some yuppies from up north are gonna turn it into a ‘brewpub’. Whatever the fuck that is. Fuckin’ gentrification, you know?”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: ‘  closing  ’               𝐅𝐎𝐑: anyone  ╱  anywhere 

    “did they close earlier than usual?” kyle glanced around the darkened and nearly barren street which only added to his confusion, it was the weekend, wasn’t it? people were supposed to be out drinking, partying, laughing, something. “did i miss the memo?” 

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tullulahbelles·:

“You know, honey, that would not be the weirdest question I’ve been asked at 3:22 in the mornin’.” Marley shook her head, grin surprisingly bright for the time of day it was. The outside town of Santo Padre was shrouded in the night, most of its residents fast asleep, and the ones who weren’t sparsely occupied the booths at Meadow’s Diner. “And I think you’re in luck.” Leaning back to get a better look at the pie case at the end of the counter, Marley caught the familiar sight of the vanilla wafer topping, and nodded to herself in confirmation. “One slice of banana cream pie worth studyin’ for, comin’ right up.”

“Between us we could probably write a book -- ‘Weird Ass Things We Get Asked Past Midnight’. Could probably have every night waitress or bartender in town contribute,” Edie jokes lowly, but she’s actually contemplating it at the moment. “Would probably be fucking easier than getting into law school,” she adds, flashing Marley a tired and appreciative smile when she spied the pie. “Do you guys still have that bottomless coffee deal going too?”

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fallxxnangxl·:

“Not delusions, just honesty and I won’t believe anything different.” With a hint of a smile on his lips, Jun lifted one shoulder and then another in a half hearted playful shrug, “I told you a listen.”

Convincing him wasn’t hard, especially on a day or evening like this one. The stories he had were numerous. “Where do I even begin?” Sliding a glass in her direction before balancing his weight on his elbows while leaning against the bar, “I think about quitting twice a week until I remember I own this place. So no, it’s not just you.”

“Don’t go givin’ me too much credit, you know how I get when I have too much attention,” Betty coos, winking at him as she lifts her drink to her lips. 

Licking her lips, she leans across the bar on her elbows in turn. 

“Don’t get me wrong -- I love these girls, I really do -- but the fuckin’ drama some nights. The ‘this bitch stole my pasties’ or ‘Mary is tryin’ to steal my regular. It’s like herding fucking cats to get them to the pole some nights. Might just cut my losses and get back up on stage in my tassles and start a one woman show.”

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delinquentdevils·:

“Usually, yes. I’m not a fan of all the gloating and showboating afterwards. It’s not my pace.” Kenji’s focus lasted as long as the fight did – beyond that, he was looking to the next one rather than celebrating himself for the one recently passed. 

“Good to know I’m speedy enough to rival evaporation though. Maybe I’ll give myself a couple days off cardio for that.” 

“You do have the right to gloat, though, that was one of the fastest KOs I’ve ever seen. It was like the guy didn’t even have time to bleed,” she snorts as she lazily walks around the perimeter of the boxing ring. 

“So if I wanted to start throwing some punches like that, self defense shit or whatever, would you be able to show me?”

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tullulahbelles·:

The words first date and twenty three had initially immediately improved Forrest’s spirits. Maybe Elena wouldn’t consider this a date, find that she hated it or wasn’t ready, and would remain single and focused on herself and school until the ripe age of…thirty? Forrest could be ready by then, he thought. Though, as Quinn kept speaking, that familiar anxious pit in his stomach began to twist–well aware about how the likes of physical need and the phone and swiping worked, and not what he wanted to hear in regards to this conversation. Was his eye twitching? 

If it wasn’t then, it did start when Quinn pressed him about his age.

“Elena, Quinn. Not me.” Though he sighed, the words were laced with a laugh, head shaking in disbelief that she’d gone on that tangent thinking he was talking about himself. “I just dropped her off at the movies. With a boy.” He almost shuddered at the thought. “I think it’s her first date.”

Quinn narrows her eyes at Forrest, as if she suspects that he’s trying to pull something over on her. 

“Elena isn’t fifteen, she’s like eight,” she denies with a shake of her head and takes another swallow of her drink, holding the sweetness on her tongue before she clears her throat. 

“Nah, because I remember you guys had her senior year, right? And now we’re--” Quinns voice trails as she does the mental math that concludes that Elena, in fact, is fifteen.

“Shit, fuck that,” she says with a shake of her head, skipping the space of several bar stools to sit closer to Forrest. 

“So did she tell you that it was a date?”

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feignedhues·:

“Everyone goes through a point like that in their life, you just can’t stay that way. I still have my moments,” He says with a smirk. 

There’s a casualty to it now, finally an absence of that small breath before he speaks. It’s a lack of doubt instantly washed away by just a few gulps of the drink before him. It’s done with an ease to not draw attention as he listens to her intently and uses her turn to speak to sweeten his tone. There’s no denying that after a second glance, there’s a significant difference in the colors in his glass as its begun to dissipate.

“Have you seen him?”

The question came faster than he expected, but he can’t help himself. What cracked the image of her and Uly had some similarities between him and Fionn in its fragments. He hadn’t shared too much of what happened, just some reflection of the strife between them. It was impossible to avoid mentioning Fionn since they had come to town together, and Blue always lingered on the outskirts of the business that concerned the other three. Even if him and Fionn were far apart, there were some that still remembered the two were as thick as thieves. It was only a matter now of what they were keeping secret and whether it was important at all considering how there wasn’t a visible thread between them now.

“Spoken to him?” He asks again. “Or better yet, has he tried to since he’s been back?”

“Yeah, I saw him,” Edie says slowly, pensively studying the swirls her straw made in her drink when she stirred it, taking in a deep breath at the memory of how the scene had unfolded. 

“I think I imagined seeing him again at least, you know, probably about a million times in the last two years. And somehow it managed to go a thousand times worse thany any of those scenarios. And that’s really saying something coming from me, you know. I’m a fucking cynic. I imagined every worse case.”

She slides her drink closer to the edge of the table so that her lips could reach the straw. 

“Have you ever thought about leaving town?” she questions, hinting to his situation with Fionn without being outright with it. 

“Because -- it’s stupid but I just didn’t think about how much it would hurt to run into him by accident. And you could totally avoid that kinda shit if you wanted to, right?”

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“You tell me, you’re the one doing dumb shit,” Edith immediately volleys back as she learns back in her desk chair, looking him up and down, her eyes sticking to the leather that was now slung across his shoulders.

Her baby brother wearing what boiled down to being a target on his back was something she should of anticipated, but couldn’t necessarily stomach. 

Didn’t that club have enough fucking hold on her family without having to put a claw into Landon?

“Oh yeah, sure, it looks good,” she nods slowly, twirling her pen between her fingers as she does her best (poorly) to restrain her venom.

“I mean, if you’re into giving up your free will and dedicate your life to paying debts that aren’t yours then it looks fucking great.”

status: closed starter for @civvilblood​

timeline / location: a few weeks after harvey’s passing / the teller household

notes: continued from here

“Why the fuck would it be a Halloween costume?” Landon bristles, dropping his arms awkwardly by his side and shooting her the kind of what the fuck are you talking about? type of expression that was reserved only for siblings. Landon should have expected this from Edie. Xavier would have congratulated him, clapped him on the shoulder and welcomed his brother into the ranks of the Order. 

Not Edie.

They had never stood on the same side when it came to the Order and his dreams of becoming a fully fledged member like Xavier, their father and their grandfather. They had never come close to even agreeing to disagree. After losing their father though he had thought she might have changed her opinion. Understood why now more than ever he needed to do this. 

“You’re supposed to tell me it looks good on me.” Landon says, misplaced hope in his eyes. He would have had better luck getting Fallon to agree to letting him take her car for a spin unsupervised.

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ohsaintopal·:

“Too bold or too blissfully ignorant for their own good?” There’s a real possibility it’s both. “They may be multiplying, but they’re doing so loudly. It’s not a long-term strategy.”

“Feels like showing off to me,” Simone observes with a wrinkle of distaste in her nose, “Like they’re trying to constantly remind us of the numbers that they’ve got. Like they’re trying to invite us into some kind of dick swinging contest. Plus, half of their prospects are barely outta fucking high school.”

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delinquentdevils·:

His stride is stunted before he can even hit it, their journey stilled by her request. Uly’s expression changes then, less desperately trying to stay stony and nonchalant, replaced instead with a look more in line with concern. 

It’s not voiced with words, another silent indication that he’s not sure how the hell to talk to her anymore. He doesn’t want to find himself drawn into another verbal spat like the last time, even if he had been the main instigator of it. After a beat, he moves to sit on the curb alongside her, an arms length distance left between them because he knows anything less and he was liable to forget that he’s not allowed to reach for her. 

Not anymore. 

“Shot anyone yet?” As far as conversation went, it wasn’t stellar, but it was all he could think of in the moment that wasn’t a rehash of things he had uttered the last time they spoke. 

It's disarming to be in his presence again. There's no other way to describe it. 

 Because there hasn't been a day since he left that she hasn't thought about the sound of his voice or his eyes or the way his presence feels next to hers. And the memories and her day dreams could never do him justice, so being in the midst of the real thing again is something she hasn't gotten used to yet. It throws her off balance. 

 And she'd almost fucking shot him. 

 Her fingers rub over her collarbone again as she takes a deep breath, exhaling in a rattle as she glances over at him when he joins her on the curb. 

"Oh yeah, hit list a mile long," she jokes, her voice low and humorless as she glances over at her bag where the weapon in conceled again. 

 "I hate guns, I just felt like I needed something to level the playing field..."

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fallxxnangxl·:

“I just got here and you’re already throwing your child at me?” Igor wasn’t a child, more like a cat without hair and severe separation anxiety from Quinn. Taking Igor into her arms, Lyric cradled him in one arm while placing the bread on the counter. “My duty has been fulfilled.” 

Glancing at the clock and back to Quinn, “You know the rule, I’m not getting trapped here after eight. This place gets hell of creepy.” Suddenly remembering the most important question to ask, “Quinn are dead bodies here. Please tell me the inventory is empty.” 

“Isn’t that what mother’s do? Throw their child at the first person available to take their kid off their hands while cooking dinner?” Quinn questions as she reaches into the cabinet to collect a spice to add to the sauce for the pasta. 

Then again, she didn’t know much about motherhood -- she didn’t have much interest in being maternal to anything that didn’t have four legs.

“Yessss, thank you...” she coos as she collects the bread with her free hand so she can more easily plate it. 

“Grab a glass of wine, the bottle is open,” she encourages, taste testing the sauce and then cleansing her plaette by taking a drink from her own glass, pausing at Lyric’s question as she goes over corpse inventory in her head.

“No, I just had a service this morning, so the freezer is currently vacant,” she promises with a nod, taking another drink of her wine. 

“What would you do if I said yes? Would you walk out?”

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fallxxnangxl·:

“Welcome to the club. The questions defy logic. So either you’re right and they lack all possibility of critical thinking or we’re losing our patience. I prefer to blame them. You’re perfect, Betty. Anything I can do to help?”

“See, this is why I come to you. You know the exact thing to say to feed into my delusions. But you’re right, I am perfect,” Betty grins, leaning over the bar and batting her eyes at him. 

“Yes, I know exactly what you can do -- you can have a drink with me and you can tell me all the ways your employee’s annoy you so that I don’t feel like such a monster.”

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starter for: @fireliit (sedrick)

location: ollie’s

“I was wondering if you could settle a bet that I’ve started with myself,” Simone muses aloud as she approaches, leaning against the bar.

“Either you like to drink alone or you’re getting stood up. Which is it?”

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starter for: @delinquentdevils (kenji)

location: norse gyms

“So do you always take off that fast after fights? I tried to find you and congratulate you on kicking ass and keeping all your teeth and it was like you evaporated or something.”

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ohsaintopal​:

A CONTINUATION. / SEE ARCHIVE HERE.

PAIRING: jasey + edith. @civvilblood​ WHERE: jo’s boutique

Why would you worry? There isn’t a straightforward answer she could offer without appearing childlike, or distrusting, or rude. Jasey has constantly been in a state of worry about everyone for years – Switchblade’s excommunication, her mother’s problems in and out of rehab, Harvey Teller’s battle ceasing. There is such a thin string holding them all together, but no one will talk about it.

If she sure as shit won’t talk to Landon about whatever the fuck they’ve gotten themselves involved in under everyone’s noses, then she surely won’t give Edie grief for asking a question with the very obvious answer:

Because Jasey can’t risk Edie disappearing. Or Uly. Or Landon. Any of them.

“Yeah, I have to admit it’s kind of spooky? To have someone who looks a little like a skinny bigfoot walking around my apartment in the dead of night, but hey.”

The joke falters without a punchline, smile fading. “You couldn’t ruin any upswing, Edith. I don’t… pretend to know what the heck is happening, but what I do know? Is that you’re like, so smart and so cool and capable and I promise with everything I have that I’ll try to be a fraction of that to keep him safe.”

Until you two talk. She holds out her hand, extending a pinky. “Promise.”

“Yeah, he does tend to loom,” Edie admits in an exhaled chuckle -- remembering how difficult (and sometimes comical) it had been trying to get used to it when she had first moved in with him nearly five years prior. 

“You’ll get used to it, though -- he tends to unintentionally announce his presence by knocking his head into doorframes and going ‘fuck’.”

If she had a dollar for every time that had happened, she could at least afford a night at the low stakes power table.

“No, no, I know you’ll do a good job looking after him. Like, duh, fucking of course you will,” Edie assures with a wave of her hand. Hell, if she trusted anyone to keep an eye on Uly and keep him out of trouble, it was Jasey.

It’s just...It used to be her job.

With a sad smile, Edie hooks her own little finger around Jasey’s outstretched pinky to seal the deal before she reaches into her purse and fishes out a key and offers it to Jasey. 

“It’s the key to our old place; me and Uly’s. Just let him know it’s all his, okay? All my shit is out, his is there, and the rent is paid up through the rest of the lease until the end of summer.”