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Phoebe Tonkin as HAYLEY MARSHALL

THE ORIGINALS S02E19 - When The Levee Breaks

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she always knew, deep inside her heart. that their two sides would one day clash. come together in blows as one of them needed restraining. but strangely she had always thought it would be hers. that would be the root of the problem. breaking free \ causing chaos \ thriving on pain. so to see that it was leon's that broke out, was something she hadn't been expecting. yet doesn't think twice about countering. it wasn't even a thought that crosses her mind, as she opens that cage. of the true repercussions of both, being let loose to cause chaos. [ she'd rather he hurt her, then anyone else. she was built to handle it. made to take the hits. ] he was trained it was true, but luckily so was she. trained by hunters, and demons alike. giving her the right edge she needs, to counter his every move. but some she doesn't predict, and they land as he wanted. making her flinch, even if the memory of each precise hit, slips from her mind. something she's thankful for. even more so as it seems he slowly comes back to himself. red slipping away, to those eyes she enjoyed so much.

❛   hey baby ....   ❜ she sighs softly: her tiredness already leaking in, as she stares at him through multi-colored eyes. observing for a moment, wondering if it was safe to step down or not. his touch soft upon her cheeks, and it's enough to make her, realise that for now. his darkness was back in it's cage. and it has her taking a deep breath, the knife dropping from her bloodied grip. as her whole body shakes. working to put that side of her back inside of it's own cage, her hardest battle. releasing it was easy, but caging it. was a battle that tires her to a soul level. but she manages slowly. as soon her eyes bleed back into her hazel hues, locking with his. as a tired smile leaks onto her lips. ❛   no you didn't. I'm fine, I promise ....   ❜ if fine consisted of a cut hand, and a very bad and ricocheting pain in her ribs and chest area. not to mention she had no idea about her face, as he had landed a hit there too. but she'd landed her own so she didn't regret any of it. not as she saw leon was now in control. [ both of their darkness' locked back inside their cages. away from the light and no longer causing harm. ] a soft yawn flutters off her lips, before she's leaning forward, pressing her forehead against his chest. as she continues to pin him to the floor. a lot looser this time, given her hands were now resting on his chest, instead of pressing a knife against his skin. her body slowly beginning to heal, to knit itself back together. a process that would take a couple of days. ❛   everything is fine ....   ❜

@hellsurvivr con't from here

He didn't know he'd snapped that easily. Maybe it was because the anniversary was here, seeing his own home be dug up and his story told to the world. Seeing it in person when he saw what they were doing, all of it was piling up and him. Then work came, a fight broke out and he had to break it up. The anger that had been building up caused something in him to snap. He felt it at first, the anger winning over his control. He needed to get away from people. Work let him leave, a blessing he didn't live too far as he speed through the streets before arriving home. All the while he feels himself losing what control he had left. In the comfort of his own home, that was where the last thread snapped. Heavy breaths taken in and out as hazel optics shift to the ever warning color that something wasn't right. Blood red eyes as sharpened fangs appeared, control gone as slowly he looked up and looked eyes with her. She is studying him, he sees it. Head tilts to the side as does the same to her. Hands flexing outward before curling into tight fists as he starts to stalk closer to her. He sees her lips moving, nothing truly reaches his ears. She might as well just stand there silently watching him. It is muffled, the fear he senses on her only fulling the berserker until he sees something that makes brows furrow. Her own eyes shift, if it had been Leon in control he would have known what that meant. What he was right now didn't much care for the shift and it wasn't something he was going to let stop him either. And as he moved to finally close the gap between them, so does she.

Leon wasn't the only one well trained, she matched his own moves. Each strike was blocked or close to it. Sure he had gotten his hits in just as she did but he knew she wouldn't kill him. That was one thing the berserker always knew, he couldn't die. And after some time, the fighting leaving a mess in its wake, he found himself on his back. Where the knife came from, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't stopping him. As she pressed down, he pressed up. The blade cut through the skin but it wouldn't end him. He snarls at her, almost animalistic to match the fangs and eyes. All the while she keeps her gaze locked on him with the blade pressing further into his throat. Her strength unnatural like his and it keeps in place, but it's the tone of her voice that starts to seep into the mind of the blond. The touch that followed was soft on his cheek and slowly he feels the anger start to subside. Brows furrowed in confused at the creeping up upon him before eventually blood red fades and hazel returns,. The fangs dull and he can see the worry in her eyes as clear as day. And it's in that moment he knows what happened. "Payne....fuck...his hand lifts to cup her cheek in return. "I'm so sorry, are you hurt? Did I hurt you?"

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change was never easy, adjusting to new people, faces, places. and payne was the worst of the bunch when it came to it. after all with her adhd and light autism. she always needed to know every detail, to process it, to accept it. but being able too, and actually doing were two separate things. especially when there was a multitude of different emotions swirling inside of her at the same time. pain \ longing \ fear. it all became a cocktail swirling inside of her. leaving her constantly shaking from the intensity of it all. her chest constricting over and over, as she wondered if it would ever end. would she find the light out of the whole ordeal. or would she drown beneath it all. [ her thoughts were sure as fuck aiming towards her drowning. and she wasn't sure how to free herself from them. ] so she does what she does best, she adapts and pretends. she puts on a fake smile that luckily no one questions. as she gets to know those who would be around her constantly. learning the name of her bodyguard and as much of his history as she could. sure it make him uncomfortable and she knew it. but she wasn't having a wall protect her. it would drive her insane if that was true. given how much time she had to spend with him. and of course being around luca helped: the one place she didn't have to pretend. where she didn't have to tear herself apart, and construct herself into a person who, was simply trying to survive to make it through the chaos. she was cassandra with luca. and it was something she cherished.

she'd been amused, when after her discussion with luca, and watching him go to sleep. she'd come out of his room and told her, babysitter, he better change for a run before doing just that herself. grabbing both dogs as she went and running around the large compound. greek and romanian commands fluttering off her lips, as she had both dogs following after her. her feet hitting the floor and allowing her the moment to breathe. to clear her dangerous thoughts. but obviously ignorance can't last forever. and soon she's back in the house, that felt wrong. suffocating and simply working on what she needed. finding a teacher, sorting her work plans. cancelling appointments that needed her there in person. the work being a distraction. but now she had to face him, her eyes unable to truly look at him. to see the stranger before her. [ to see the physical representation of how much, they no longer knew each other. of how far apart their worlds were. ] she sighs steadily: seeing the stubbornness shining in his eyes. regarding her work, but her own soon settles in. she wasn't the woman he had known. she was dead and buried. left behind in that small apartment over five years ago. and risen from the ashes, was someone broken. someone unknown even to her. and she'd been living this life for five years. and still didn't recognise the girl in the mirror. ❛  you don't need too. once I finish this project I'll make triple back what I've just lost. well as long as I please the Chinese billionaire its for ....   ❜ she drawls. the last part more to herself. as honestly she hated working with people who had money. it made her life fucking harder, as they wanted to command every inch of the work. and well,  she wasn't exactly someone who liked people. but still the stubbornness shone in her eyes. even more vivid then his. she wouldn't let him cover it. and it was why on all the papers In front of him. her own personal account details were missing. hidden from his view, and in a different name. all he had was the account he put money into for luca. and she was going to keep it that way. as long as she could.

❛   mhmm, why do you think i made sure to get her full name, date of birth and social security number. i know she needs screening. especially now with everything going on ....   ❜ she drawls almost sarcastically. feeling offended that she wouldn't scrutinise the woman herself. the agency she used was one payne had been using for years. as they never dug into the clear, illegitimacy of luca's birth certificate. or her own. but she knew andrei would have different questions. ones pertaining to their safety. so she wouldn't argue it. much. [ she would probably still argue it. it was her, she argued and became a brat. when her whole world was turned on it's head. her routines thrown for a loop. ] her head nods once, almost absentmindedly, as she unintentionally begins tracing some of her stretch marks. left behind from carrying luca. as he'd been a big baby and it had shown on her small frame. memories playing behind her eyes, of doing it all alone. the birth alone. those first few months and then the years. but she shakes it all away. ❛  he's as observant as I can be. I've always told him who his dad was, so it didn't take long for him to put two and two together. plus he recognised his eyes ....   ❜ that was of course, something she'd been unable to hide from luca. how did you, when your father was your double right down to the shade of green in his eyes. and she knew it was that, which had sparked lucas curiosity. and her being questioned.

❛   gamóto ....   ❜ the greek curse fluttering off her lips. at the anger and hurt in andrei's eyes. realising her words hadn't come across the way she meant them. making it sound like she meant something else. which was far from the truth. but it seemed she was either still pretending. or he had simply stopped being able to read her well. right now either was a possibility. [ she no longer knew how to read him either. ] taking a deep breathe, she pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of him. the open door to the side, and she'd walk out of it in a moment. but she needed to correct her words. needed him to see what she'd truly meant. ❛  I know you won't take him from me 'Drei, and force this life on him, force him to lose his childhood. i know that as much as I know my own fucking self. i also know you will keep us safe. there is never any fucking question about that ....   ❜ her eyes drop their facade, letting him see the truth shining in hazel hues. letting him in behind her walls. if only momentarily. ❛  what I mean is, he doesn't think like most five-year-olds. he listens, he learns. and one slip up from someone and he's going to know I've lied. that, someone wants him dead because he's your son. all I was asking, is for you to help me keep the truth from him. trapped behind people's lips. because he also knows some romanian too. I've been teaching him since he was young ....   ❜ taking a deep breath, she reaches into the side of her sports bra. where she had placed the USB drive, and grabs his hand dropping it into the centre of his heated palm. before turning and heading out the room. she hadn't expected to hand that over so early. the videos of the five years of luca's life. something she'd done it in case one day, andrei had come back, and she could let him see the years he'd missed. but she handed it over now, as an apology. for making him think she doubted him. when she never would.

As he moved into his office, the haven it needed to be as he processed the day, he immediately moved over to the couch and dropped himself upon it. Head rest on the top of the back of the couch while hands moved to press at the bridge of his nose, his mind racing as he went over everything. Should he have answered that question? Well, yes. He came to that conclusion rather quickly, he didn't need anything to be worse between them than it already was and it was the truth. He meant it, despite everything, he meant it. But this was also the first time he met, and saw, his own son. A son that looked like him, had the middle name of his father, it took the wind out of him when he heard that. The man he killed was now being represented in the life he helped create. There was a cruel irony there, Andrei couldn't find the humor in it and he didn't understand why she had done that. Jaw tenses, a hand ran over short brown hair, and a deep breath was taken in and let out slowly as all of this was processed in the much needed silence and solitude his office provided. That couldn't last, however, he had to get to work on fixing this so they could return to their normal lives and wouldn't have to deal with his interruptions.

His feelings pushed aside, ones that never died out, he lifted large form from the couch with a heavy sigh and moved towards his desk. Phone was placed upon the wooden surface as he lowered himself into his chair and pulled forward. It didn't take him long to snap back into the ruthless mob boss everyone knew him as, the boy she knew long gone by now. Emerald optics glued to the lit up screen of his computer as he went over details of what they had so far, looking for anything that might connect to another mob family he had rather sour dealings with. Sadly, on his end, he was coming up empty. It made several curses slip from his lips in Romanian as he moved to pick up his phone, sending out orders to his men to follow any loose ends that they may have with other families and their dealings. No one was safe from his wrath, he would check under every rock and leaf if he had to in order to bring her and his son peace again. Every connection would be checked, information as to why would not be so readily revealed in order to protect them from those who did not know. Everything handled in a vague manner to protect them and keep them a secret to all he did not trust. Hell, most of his own men and those under his employ wouldn't entirely know and those who did had only recently found out. Cezar amongst them, he didn't know Andrei had a son and, despite the pain it created within the Romanian, he had planned to keep it that way. But no longer was that an option, only work done now to get this handled and in between it all also handle his own business.

That was what he did the rest of the day, working in his office with no distractions outside of someone bringing him something to drink and dinner later. Nothing out of the ordinary for his staff outside of taking care of two additional others. But then the peace and quiet he'd had in his little haven was interrupted by a knock on his door. At this late hour he had anticipated being alone from even his staff. Brow furrowed, as head lifted and a "come in" was spoken aloud. Emerald optics have anticipated landing upon Cezar or another member of the family but instead it was Cass. Jaw tensed as he sat back in his chair, knowing this was going to be something that required a conversation. Gaze doesn't leave her, though he notices that she can't seem to keep her own upon him long. That wasn't surprising, all things considered. But it was in his own lingering gaze he was able to take in her attire, she had changed. Hand lifted to rest against lips and chin as he looked towards his own screen to look at the time before looking back to her as she moves towards his desk. Now brow furrowed as he sat forward, neither exchanging words, and spread out the papers for him to look at more clearly. A hum left him, nothing truly making him blink until she mentioned the potential teacher. That was when gaze snapped back up to her. Not even the receipt for her work as he told her he would cover it, after all she was here because of him. He was interrupting their lives. Still, that didn't mean he was going to trust this potential teacher so easily. "I'm going to cover your work, I won't argue about that. You're here because of me." His expression was stern, showing there would be no room for argument. Only when he let that settle did he move on to the next subject.

"His teacher will be screened before she's allowed to come here. Thoroughly. I'm not taking my chances and I want to sit and talk with her, you are obviously allowed to do the same with me." They would no doubt have different questions but it needed to be done. And then, when he was ready to think that was it, she speaks up again. Hand curled into a fist as he looked away, once more clenching his jaw. "I'm sure he was going to figure it out eventually." Andrei says not looking at her, finding purchase on the screen beside him as if to use as an excuse for the shift in attention. "Good, he doesn't need to know anything beyond that. I'm not going to make him worry when he has no control over the situation." Andrei was logical most of the time, when his anger didn't cloud his judgement. And then he looked towards her, gaze narrowing before standing up to his full height. "I had no intention of telling him the truth, I was going to go along with whatever you told him. I don't know why you would think otherwise." A small look of offense, of hurt, was briefly shown as he shook his head. "I'm not taking his childhood away. I always wanted him to have what I didn't growing up." He walks out from behind his desk and towards the door. "This isn't his world, it isn't your's, I'm not making either of you be a part of this life. Just because he has my blood doesn't mean I will take him from you and raise him to be this." He motions towards himself, jaw tensing as he holds back anger before moving to open the door. "I understand we don't know each other anymore but I thought you'd at least think I'd let him be a child." He motions with his head for her to leave. "I believe we're done here."

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Payne seeing lucifer on the dash has her just 'yeeting as far away as she can'. As this half demon ain't about to be around that.

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why the fuck did the uk decide today was a good day to become fucking summer. YA GIRL IS DYING!!!! .... i am not made for this fucking heat

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the hums fall off her lips, soft and steady into the air. like there was nothing at all bothering her. and in reality, there wasn't. not even as tattooed fingers tap lightly, against everything in front of her. an beat to match the hum, for the song inside of her mind. steadily and happily ignorant to everything. [ it was normal when she was hyperfixating on something. nothing registered. at least at first. ] yet soon the air shifts, bringing with it a sense of foreboding. she's not sure what it is, but now her full attention is behind er. her body on complete alert, as she freezes. in a way that looked like she was a statue. but in reality was ready to run at any second. his voice, whips along her frame, like the crack of a gun. and it has her head tilting, turning more to the voice. ❛  depends, who you looking for ....   ❜ she knew how to play games, to prolong a moment. and as she looks up at him, through her eyelashes. making herself seem small, not a threat. that was exactly what she was doing. gauging him steadily. ❛  hm, silent type huh ....   ❜

|   |   |     ‣    @hellsurvivr ⤷    STARTER.

𝐧𝐨  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.  in  and  out.  that  was  the  job.  but  as  adam  slipped  through  the  door,  shadows  closing  behind  him,  he  saw  her  —  standing  with  her  back  to  him.  his  gun  stayed  level  in  his  grip,  steady  and  ready.  with  his  free  hand,  he  reached  for  the  knife  at  his  side,  fingers  brushing  familiar  leather  before  sliding  the  blade  free.  keep  yourself  covered  —  close  and  far. the  voice  of  his  old  friend  echoed  in  his  mind  like  a  warning.  he  moved  forward,  heavy  boots  ghost-quiet  against  the  concrete.  ❝  who  are  you?  ❞

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| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄   ‚   \  @breaksmen  :   [ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?   —   text prompts   !ㅤ

CONTACT : 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 .. [ SENT ] sms –––––– Hmmm let's just say I wish I recorded it !!

CONTACT : 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 .. [ SENT ] sms –––––– as first you ranted, then you filled me in on some documentary. then wen't back to ranting ...

CONTACT : 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 .. [ SENT ] sms –––––– so yeah it was the most random call ever !!

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 .    (   a  collection  of  texting  prompts .  receiver of the meme  is  implied  to  be  the  sender  of  the  text .   )

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night . ∗ o2﹕ a  text  asking  for  advice . ∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry . ∗ o4﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  excitement . ∗ o5﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  anger . ∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture . ∗ o7﹕ a  text  to  get  back  in  touch . ∗ o8﹕ a  text  saying  goodbye . ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession . ∗ 1o﹕ a  cheesy  text . ∗ 11﹕ a  text  sent  from  across  the  room . ∗ 12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver . ∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  sent  while  half  asleep . ∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . ∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice . ∗ 16﹕ a  flirtatious  text . ∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack . ∗ 18﹕ a  threatening  text . ∗ 19﹕ a  suggestive  text . ∗ 2o﹕ a  text  containing  an  apology . ∗ 21﹕ a  text  to  a  group  chat . ∗ 22﹕ a  text  regarding  [ character name ] . ∗ 23�� a  text  containing  a  pick - up  line . ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text . ∗ 25﹕ an  urgent  text . ∗ 26﹕ an  affectionate  text . ∗ 27﹕ a  text  after  first  meeting . ∗ 28﹕ an  embarrassing  text . ∗ 29﹕ a  supportive  text . ∗ 3o﹕ a  random  text .

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When its fathers day, and i fucking hate it. but then again I'm a mom, who has been doing both jobs with all three of my kids.

so basically HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO THE MOMS DOING BOTH JOBS!!! you deserve this day too!

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memory was a harsh thing, the way it could cling to you. make you feel things you'd thought you'd long forgotten. make you remember the way a person loved you, held you. made you feel like you were the best person in the world. but there was also the other side, the way you remembered, pain \ heartbreak \ loneliness. it was something that right now she was feeling, every single memory of her time with deckard crashing through her mind on a loop. partnered with the new memories they'd made last night. the way it had been familiar, the way the'd moved together. a dance they'd perfected a long time ago, and it seemed had never forgotten the steps too. all of it a muscle memory, just as much as it was a vivid movie in her mind. [ sometimes having eidetic memory was more of a curse, then a salvation. ] she knew he was the same, with the whole memory thing. not to the same extent. but his soldier's mind making it nigh on impossible for him to forget things. and selfishly she can't help but wonder. did she linger beneath his skin, as he did hers. did the memories haunt him. or was it as easy to walk away from her as it seemed. but thinking like that was dangerous: especially with the weight of a wedding band settling across her left hand. weighing with the promise of hope, of faded memories and promises. of late nights planning a future. no remembering too much of the past was indeed dangerous, yet it doesn't stop. it doesn't ease. it plays in her head like a twisted loop.

❛   yeah i guess not ....   ❜ she mutters quietly. hating how much that prospect hurt her. that he didn't even use his real name, and thus they weren't married. leaving nothing in it's wake, nothing that she could say made him HERS. something she'd wanted for years, had cried for in the nights alone since he left. but she also knew it wasn't rational. not with how things were, not with how he was wanted. the agency would twist it, taint it, turning it into a weapon to bring him down. turning her into a weakness. she knew it, yet couldn't stop the hurt at losing something, that she wanted. [ but she stopped getting what she wanted years ago. now she just got what needed to survive. to keep breathing. ] she doesn't comment when he mentions her job, her thoughts having already gone there. instead, it's a simple snort, that flutters from her lips. piercing the air like the edge of a knife. pinned beneath his gaze, the one that left her feeling even more naked then she was, beneath his shirt. pain flashing upon her features, because she can stop it. before she can cage it behind the walls, she'd built to hide memories of him. ❛  you already took my life from me once Deck, took it all and left a broken heart behind ....   ❜ she didn't know what the fuck possessed her to speak those words. to let that vulnerability out. so raw and unfiltered, it felt like knives digging into the vulnerable contours of her flesh. dragging gaping wounds across her flesh. till she was rendered to nothing more, then broken glass.

head tilts back, as she attempts to put herself back together. to restitch the wounds she just opened with her wounds. to lock it all away and yet it doesn't stop the bleeding, if anything it grows worse. especially when she can feel his gaze upon her. stripping away her layers, seeing to the sides of her that she hid from everyone. but she was always a book he could read. even if her chapters were now a little skewed. meeting his gaze, she let's it travel over him. intense and searching, as though she was hunting for answers, to all the questions burning in her head. but she knew she wouldn't get them. so there was no point wondering. [ the answers were too dangerous to caress her ears. too dangerous to know the truth of. she knew it but it didn't stop the pain. ] she moves before she knows it: walking away from the bed and towards him. her bare feet making no noise upon the carpet as she steps close to him. her eyes momentarily noticing her service pistol on the floor with a gun of his own. yet she ignores it. bringing a hand, her left hand, rasing and settling upon his cheek. the connection sending fire through, her veins and making goosebumps rise along her flesh. ❛  why, why after everything do I still fucking love you ....   ❜ she wanted to kiss him. to feel those lips upon hers once more. completely sober, without blurry recollections. she wanted him.

As much as he missed her, still loved her, this wasn't how he envisioned any of it going. If he wanted to win her back, or at least try to have her back into his life, a drunken night in Vegas where they'd said slurred 'I dos' wasn't it. All of it starting when they made eye contact, when they saw one another and he said a few simple words. All of it making them spiral down an alcohol filled night. How stereotypical of a night in Vegas he thinks to himself, refusing to say it out loud as he didn't want to upset her after the reveal of the situation the two both found themselves in. If anything, as memories return, it makes him realize that her life hadn't been stopped by knowing and being with him. There was some comfort there in all of this mess. But there was one thing that wasn't leaving his mind out of all of this, the way she felt against him again. How badly he had yearned for her touch and had missed it. Deckard had never thought he would miss someone the way he does with her and it was only something brought to light to him as they woke in the hotel room. And now here they were with the rings on their fingers, fulfilling a promise that both had wanted but never had the chance to follow through with.

There's a quiet sigh that leaves his lips as she speaks up, knowing from their rings on their fingers that neither had protested much to the outcome of the night. Though with sober minds, he was more than convinced that wouldn't last. Hell, it couldn't for her sake. Deckard was more than convinced of that. They had been happy, going from the bar and casinos to the chapel to say their vows but in the end it was still a blur on how they fully got to that point but it all ended the same. And he thought he was offering the solution to it all, separate her from him and keep her safe. Her words, however, brought something important to his attention with that revelation. "If I didn't use my real name then we aren't married." A part of him was rather sad at the possibility but he knew in the end it would be what was best. She would be safe and she would be free from him. Deckard was certain of one thing, he had to keep his eyes away from her so as to avoid the thoughts of last night creeping in.

But even he wasn't strong enough for that. His eyes looking over to her, meeting them just the same. His hand lifted, the one without the ring, and ran over his head again as he let out a whispered curse and looks away. "Of course it does....So then what do we do? I'm open to suggestions but I don't think you want to stay married to me." Gaze returns to her while his hand moved to twist the ring around his finger. "I don't think your job would like that very much." Both knew he was right about that, being married to a criminal while she was working for the law was an interesting combination they wouldn't like. It would effect the world she had built up and that wasn't something he wanted to do to her. "So it's better we get the process started then. Since there doesn't seem to be any other solution. I don't want to take your life from you...despite what happened here, last night."

[hellsurvivr]

how does THIS look (yes you can go look at the rest of the carrd). but does that work for a verse page, like is it eligible, make sense and that??

and yeah as you can see, just in her au verses there is 28 of the damn things with more pending. (and those 28 verse pages are going to be my nemesis I can tell already) so now you know why I can not have them all on one page with the over the top details i add.

anyway, thoughts would be appreciated.

[hellsurvivr]

worst part about working on payne's card .... is her detailed af fandom verses lmfao. like I know I'm setting that shit out on different pages, simply because there is too much details ..... but how do I set out the verse page itself. like UUUUGH!!

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Headcanons: Picture Edition!

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| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   headcanon time   ‚   \  @ anon   :   what pets does payne have?. are any of them verse specific?    —   various verses   !ㅤ

small note, i thought i had done a post on her pets. but it seems to have gone missing. so I shall indulge and do it again !!

no matter the verse, payne loves her animals. and will adopt a full zoo full if she was left unattended long enough. that said she does have some sort of self restraint. and by some I do mean very little. but she is also aware of the time and commitment that animals need. and in all of her verses, she has quite a bit of commitments going on. so thus she is very specific regarding if and when she adopts an animal for herself. [ as she's not someone to abandon a pet in any way. ] but that doesn't stop her working with animals, and fulfilling her needs that way. and she does this by donating and helping out in animal shelters over her free weekends. she will quite literally get her hands dirty because it also means sitting, and playing with animals all day. which to her, is her happy place. that and well, she just loves animals.

now onto payne's personal pets, they are as follows :

apollo bones   ‚   \  blue staffordshire bull terrier [ male ]    :    age : 4 - 5 years old    —    features in all verses   !ㅤ thackery binx   ‚   \  blue maine coon [ male ]    :    age 2 - 3 years old    —    features in select verses   !ㅤ nanook bones   ‚   \  black and white full blooded siberian husky [ male ]    :    age less then a year old    —    features in select verses   !ㅤ pumpkin bones   ‚   \  labrador x golden retriever mix [ female ]   :    age less then a year old    —    features in select verses   !ㅤ

when it comes to apollo, he is her main baby, no matter the verse okay, which is why he is featured in all of them. payne rescued apollo from a puppy farm her friend had heard about, and then they got there the puppies were due to be killed. and well, they couldn't let that happen. so they wiped out the workers, and took all the dogs, dropping them off at shelters and other places of safety. but payne took apollo home with her, making him her first fur baby. apollo is also her emotional support dog, and also fully registered as her disability dog aswell. which she manages to get via her adhd. meaning that when apollo is in public with payne, he does indeed wear a special harness which states such, as well has payne's medical information should it ever be needed. [ you also can't touch apollo unless payne lets you, due to his stance as a medical / disability dog. ] now apollo's personality, is quite fitting of the name. as whilst he is a big boy, and can knock a full grown person to the ground should the need arise. he is extremely friendly, and loves people. which is why payne always has to give permission for people to touch him, because if not then apollo is quite literally jumping all over her in excitement. but he also listens to paynes commands. [ given in greek, so good luck trying to tell this boy what to do. ] and sit patiently beside her. he also senses easily: if payne likes someone or she doesn't. so if she doesn't like you, then you aren't getting near her. end of story, you're losing your jugular.

now regarding thackery binx, who is probably the biggest asshole of the bunch. he's simply called binx, or asshole. and in the verses that he features in which I am still to decide so get back to me on that one he adopted payne, not the other way around. as in he followed her home, as a cute little kitten, walking into her house and plopped his furry ass down on the sofa and never left. so she simply got on with it, and welcomed him as part of the family. she named him after the black cat in one of her favorite movies, hocus pocus, and adjusted to having a fluffy Maine coon kitten in her space. which obviously grew into one seriously big cat. as from tail to nose, binx is 31" long, stands at about 14" tall, and weighs around, 24lbs. and still potentially has some growing to go. [ he's a very very big boy okay. there is no mistaking that. ] now regarding the fact binx is an asshole: and that is quite literally putting it lightly. for one, he refuses to sleep anywhere, that isn't across the bottom of the bed near payne's feet. meaning she has had to buy the biggest and longest bed possible, just so she doesn't yeet the cat into oblivion in her sleep. also, binx hates people. he will hiss at anyone who comes over to payne's house, or if he's feeling particularly asshole like, he will knock things off places. aiming them towards the person he wants out of the house. not caring if they break or hurt the person he's aiming at. and no matter how much, payne has tried to get him to like people, she's failed. so it's just better that binx is hidden away in the bedroom. for people's safety.

in regards to nanook and pumpkin, in the verses they feature in which for now is main, mafia, fighter & football, with more to be decided the two of them come as a package deal. due to payne finding them abandoned in a alleyway together. quite literally stuffed in a cardboard box and forgotten about. which payne already hated, but the fact too that it had been raining for three days, and they had clearly been out during all of it. after taking them to the vets for a check, and confirmation that they indeed had no owners. she takes them home. with little to no thought needed. [ you can ask @razorfst / @wolfskrieger as its established (via plotting) she doesn't even care if shes in a relationship. those babies are coming home with her. ] now obviously due to them both being babies, quite literally less than a year old. and abandoned by their previous owner(s), payne has to spend a lot of time working with the two puppies, to not only make sure they're healthy. but that they trust people. as originally, they don't trust anyone, pumpkin more than nanook. and it takes payne around two months, for the two puppies to even want to lay beside her on the sofa. but with perseverance and a heck of a lot of time, the two puppies become a lively and beloved part of her household by the time they reach one years old. [ and pumpkin as the only girl, rightfully so starts bossing the boys around. ]

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Do you give second chances? -Payne

| | |     ⧼ ⛥ ⧽   𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝖺𝗌𝗄   ‚   \    @ anon   :   random asks   —   always accepting   !ㅤ

❛   far more times then i can count ....   ❜ the half demon utters. feeling the way the question cut at her, reminder that she was far too forgiving. far too soft heartedfor someone who had been killed twice by her brother. and yet strangely forgave him in her heart. [ she liked to cling to the hope he was still the boy she grew up with. the one she made her hero. ] sighing softly, eyes lift up, to look at the other. as a flash of emotions swriled deep in hazel hues. showing just how much, this question had struck her to the core. ❛  I never learn my lesson that I shouldn't. even when it kills me, repeatedly. i guess I'm just, always destined to forgive ....   ❜