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forgcts‌:

compared to the men that bought her most other nights, julian was an angel. a terrible person? oh for sure. full of himself? absolutely. but he’d never hurt her, he paid her way more than she’d ever asked him for, and he was intelligent enough to play games with her. he wasn’t a fool.

they’d just spent a long time in bed, both of them breathless and worn out by the time he finished, and while she had gone to take a quick shower and clean herself off he’d apparently made his way out to the balcony overlooking the state park below. it was dark, but it was warm and the sounds of the night were soft and soothing. 

lydia pulled a sheer robe over her body, humming la vie en rose softly to herself as she leaned against the doorframe, watching him. when he motioned her forward she stepped out and cracked the door before pulling up a chair behind him so she could place a kiss on his spine and then gently start rubbing his shoulders the way she knew he liked. “what’s on your mind?” she asked him, her voice a warm murmur. “you seemed distracted when i arrived.” @noctvrncls

there is just something about the scent of the evening air, mixed with the dirt and damp that reminds julian of his childhood. more than anything, he hated going out to hunt with his father. in many ways, julian despised his dad and ironically, had turned out exactly like him. but that scent... that’s the scent of the hunt. jack found himself to be quite the hunter, though the chasing he does is quite different from that he practiced as a teenager. lydia is, in many ways, lovely. soft, warm skin and plump red lips, julian didn’t usually resort to money for sex. not since he was a young man, but something in lydia just begged for his attention.

she looks bewitching in the faint light from the room, robe draping over her figure. julian lets out a deep breath when she massages his shoulders. she wants to know what’s on his mind, and jack is very careful when it comes to actually revealing what he thinks. “business as usual, my dear.” the male turns in his chair so he can take a better look at her, the knuckles of his right hand caressing the inside of her forearm. “i apologize if i seemed distracted. i would never want to give you a subpar performance.” a slow smile tugs on the corner of his lips. “it’s just trouble, but thankfully, i’m used to it. what about you, my dear? were you distracted as well?”

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strictgrip‌:

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅  with  their  hand  in  someone’s  purse.  all  the  times  practicing  such  an  encounter  in  front  of  a  mirror  couldn’t  prepare  her  for  the  real  fuckin’  thing  —  —  —  heart  began  to  beat  outside  of  her  chest  profoundly,  the  sound  ringing  to  her  ears  and  causing  her  palms  to  sweat.  for  the  first  time  in  a  long  time,  bonita  soraya  nasri  found  herself  nothing  shy  of  nervous.  the  cat  had  truly  gotten  her  tongue.  ‘  y-y  ———  ’  a  timid  laugh  escapes  her,  finding  herself  even  more  embarrassed  than  when  she  had  just  planted  her  ass  on  the  ground  minutes  ago.  she  had  to  regain  her  composure  without  notice;  taking  a  deep  breath  before  looking  in  the  eyes  of  the  man  who’s  heart  she  broke.  while  her’s  broke,  too,  to  look  at  him  not  being  hers.  guess  karma  really  is  a  bitch.  ‘  yeah,  i’m  fine,  tom.  you,  uh,  look  nice.  you  been  doin’  good  ?  you  look  like  you  are.  uh,  sorry  for  bumpin’  into  you.  i  just    ——  just  don’t  pay  attention… ’  eyes  adverted  themselves  to  the  ground  as  her  rambles  trailed  off  in  a  southern  twirl.  she  couldn’t  take  looking  at  him  for  so  long.  not  without  diggin’  her  shithole  even  deeper.  

even the simple act of staring at her hurts. thomas has to focus all of his might to not turn his back to her and simply walk away. it’s just too soon to be exposed to a wound that hasn’t healed completely. it burns the corners of his eyes, anguish and rage, tangled and interlaced. but the o’malleys didn’t raise an impolite man, although a dishonest one. “fine, i guess. can’t really complain.” there’s a sort of apathy in his voice that he hates, but apparently it’s the only way he can control his emotions. “it’s no problem, don’t worry ‘bout it.” and then, feeling terrible for the way the conversation is going, tom lets a bit of his guard down. “i mean, you can back into a car like the thing isn’t even there so... it’s not like i haven’t seen you doing it to people too. does it hurt?”

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incffablcs‌:

she’s about to protest but he’s right. she doesn’t mind the company, especially his – not even after they’d both became sort of despicable people. there was a comfort in knowing that she would always have him, no matter what. instead, evelyn settle’s for a shake of her head, the ghost of a tired smile tugging at her lips.  “ it should. it’s not good for business if it doesn’t. ”  the joke comes with ease, green eyes focused on jack as she sips the remains of her wine.  “ you are. i just expect a heads up, you know?  don’t make me use the kitchen knife. ”  eve saunters through the room, closing in the distance between them as she wraps an arm around him, falling into a quiet embrace.  “ it has been awful – it’s looking up now that you’re here. ”  she pulls back from him after placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, her gaze on his features.  “ get comfortable. want something to drink? ”

julian welcomes the embrace, exhaling slowly. there’s a fragance that is so unmistakably hers, the smell of her signature scent with her skin that brings some sort of peace that he doesn’t deserve. but then again, he doesn’t deserve her, and yet she’s still here. the only fixture in his life. “well, you’re the best in the business, darling. the only one capable of spotting a problem with this is, well, yourself.” jack lays a kiss on her forehead, gestures that mimic a kind of routine that is so intrinsically theirs. “but it’s so much fun when you do use the kitchen knife.” his lips travel down to the nape of eve’s neck, his hands on the small of her back. “i understand. that if you have, well, visitors, it doesn’t bode well showing up uninvited.” the man takes a small step back so he can be swept up in her gaze, green eyes capturing him completely. “i’ll have whatever you’re having. that red looks good enough for me.”

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flamcs‌:

          a smile grew on her face at the sound of his voice ,  ❛ i was planning on coming to see you after i got done here . ❜ she tossed her apple remnants in the trash & reached for a beer , tugging it out of the plastic ring , tossing it to tommy .  ❛ don’t worry , i won’t tell if you won’t . ❜  she takes a sip of her own beer & moves closer to him , the familiar face just enough to brighten her long , dreadful day .  ❛ so what did you manage to accomplish today ? ❜

“really?” thomas chuckles slightly, leaning further against the counter. he reaches for the beer and opens it up, drinks a bit and while it’s not optimal the familiar bitter taste brings some comfort along. “good, ‘cause i’d hate to rat you out to the owner of this thing, y’know. i heard she’s tough.” tommy gestures vaguely to the garage, oceanic eyes following hux’s movements as she settles closer to him. “not fucking much. i changed an old lady’s lock today. she was very nice and gave me a jar of strawberry jam. so a good day, i guess. you?”

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lydia glanced up, a faint smile directed at tommy, before she continued trying to grab up what she could. he was fast, of course. he was faster than her at just about anything. “yeah, i know. typically i have a bag i keep in the car for groceries but i think isabelle got her hands on it for some reason. shocking, right?” she let out a tired chuckle and then unlocked her car so she could start tossing things into her trunk. there was a good portion of her purchases that were lost and she could already feel the headache coming on. maybe she could sneak some dinners out of the diner for the rest of the week to help out. the owner had turned a blind eye to it in the past. “oh. payment. right. i would go home and make you something but unfortunately my old piece of junk finally gave out. i need to wait for the mechanic to come check the engine.” she kicked her wheel lightly with the toe of her worn down converse. “so i guess i’ll just have to owe you for now.”

the expected reaction from any self-respecting adult should be disapproval, but thomas has a hard time keeping the admiration he has for izzie out of his facial expressions. in his eyes, lydia’s kid could do no wrong. curious eyes and quick hands, and if thomas wasn’t careful enough, he’d have a run for his money in the distraction department. “where does that kid even get those ideas?” he tuts, but it’s hard to conceal his amusement. “that’s okay, don’t worry ‘bout it.” the male waves away any talks of payment as he takes a good look at the car. “well, yeah, i’ve seen worse. but i’ve definitely have seen better. want me to take a look?” the question is delivered with a certain amount of hesitation. his dad was the one crazy about cars, but tommy picked up a few things from watching the old man work back in the day. “if it’s not too fancy, i think i could work something out.”

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facadv‌:

          ‘  tommy!  ’  she  exhales  a  sharp  puff  of  air  through  her  nose,  heartbeat  leveling.  but  only  just.  a  familiar  someone,  after  all.  ‘  jesus.  you  scared  me,  ’  waving  the  arm  in  his  direction  for  emphasis.  ‘  listen.  i  coulda  walloped  on  you  pretty  good  with  this  thing!  any  blunt  instrument  will  do  in  a  pinch,  y'know?  ’  yeah.  she  knew.  deenie  grimaces,  and  she  suddenly  feels  very  foolish,  dropping  the  makeshift  weapon  back  into  the  pile.  ambles  down  the  rickety  wooden  stoop  with  her  arms  crossed,  meeting  him  at  eye-level.  ‘  i  don’t  have  a  fuckin’  clue  what  you’re  talking  about.  don’t  own  a  television,  ’  she  shrugs,  a  smug  little  smile  pulling  at  her  lips.  ‘  i’m  not  the  hoarder,  anyway.  the  woman  who  owned  this  place  before  us?  it’s  all  hers.  don’t  think  we’ll  ever  finish  cleanin’  it  up.  ’  pushing  at  his  shoulder  with  two  fingers,  ‘  beer.  beer  is  good.  but,  ’  and  she  motions  to  the  mess  behind  her.  ‘  i  gotta  take  care  of  this,  first.  i  might  have  some  cheap  shit  in  the  fridge  if,  ’  waggling  her  brows,  now,  ‘  y'wanna  help  me?  ’

the idea of meeting his death via mannequin arm to the head seems completely absurd and still very much on brand for the particular kind of luck thomas had. “i mean... it’d be kinda hard to explain to the police why the hell you knocked me out with a damn arm, but also really interesting. so now i’m really wishing i was a burglar.” a quick roll of his eyes when she mentions not having a tv. “yes, you’re so cultured. unlike the rest of us swines who love to watch who the fuck did i marry and dance moms. i’m sorry if i don’t meet your standards, deenie.” the apology is delivered in a jocous manner as he settles by the counter, admiring the mess. “jesus. what if there’s like... a body in there? what if she’s the zodiac killer or the black dahlia murderer?” the proposition doesn’t particularly excite tommy, but there is a lot of old stuff scattered around the floor and ondine really looks like she needs a hand ------------ not a dummy one. resigned, thomas begins to collect the artifacts that deenie has decided to get rid of. “i’m such a good friend. i hope you appreciate that.”

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there’s a familiar taste of liquid rust in tommy’s mouth that he wipes away with the back of his hand. teeth bared and rough words exchanged, he doesn’t look like the mild mannered, friendly locksmith the town is familiar with, and okay, maybe he’s had a little much to drink. and maybe he heard someone defending the mad titan and what he did to criminals ------------- which meant they were also defending the fate of danny o’malley. so before tom could talk himself out of it, he had already head butted his way through a man’s broken nose, and prepared himself for the right hook he kept in his belt of secret abilities when sirens finally flooded the bar with red and blue light. “fucking hell.” tommy exhales and stays put as the men he’d been scuffling with give their version of what happened before the cops arrived. “look, i don’t know what that shit pudding told you, but i’m sure we can work something out, kay?” a blood stained smile replaces his current expression once he recognizes abe. “god, man. i’m so glad you’re here. these fucking fuckfaces, ya know?” ( @dysfcnctional )

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incffablcs‌:

closed starter for julian papen // @noctvrncls

      closing a cartier necklace box, evelyn reaches for the glass of red that sat next to her on the wooden floor. scanning the piles of empty boxes, the steps are about to take her by surprise when she recognizes the familiar patterns of the person who has entered her apartment. the only person that up to this day, still owns a spare key, despite everything that had occurred within their lives. taking a long sip before talking, the words come quietly when she finally speaks. “ it’s not only very rude to show up uninvited, it’s extremely rude to sneak up on people. ” she scolds, turning back slowly as she rubs the exhaustion out of her eyes with her free hand. “ what do i owe the pleasure of this nightly visit? ” she questions, gaze going up jack’s looming figure before her.

“you never seemed to mind.” julian’s voice echoes through the hallway as he emerges from the door, confident steps while he saunters into eve’s apartment ------ the familiar configuration he could recite from memory, better than his own estates. never really having trouble find somewhere to live in, but always haunted by the emptiness of it. jack figured out long ago that he’s not the best at being alone. it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear being alone, but he often felt like that whenever she wasn’t around. everything was void of color and substance without eve’s presence. julian takes the box into his hands, opening it and evaluating the other’s work. “looks just like the real thing.” a chuckle before setting the necklace down and turning to the woman. “i just missed you. am i not allowed to?” the male raises an eyebrow. “you look tired. rough day?”

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strictgrip‌:

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐀  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋  nothing  remained  but  a  few  streaks  left  of  her  meal.  a  crimson  -  stained  mouth  took  glass  to  lips  for  a  small  sip,  putting  down  the  cup  with  lipstick  leaving  a  mark,  while  a  ten  dollar  bill  was  tucked  under  the  salt  shaker.  a  sincere  wave  was  given  to  the  staff  of  the  diner  before  she  began  to  make  her  exit  ———  an  honest  grin  present  amongst  pretty  features.  the  gleam  was  short  lived,  for  not  even  a  second  after  she  had  walked  out  the  door,  her  body  ended  up  colliding  with  another  and  sent  only  her  completely  on  her  ass.    ‘  well  ‘shit,  ‘bout  time  somebody  laid  me  on  my  ass.  you  okay,  sugar  ?  ‘didn’t  mean  to  crash  into  ‘ya  like  that.  ’  bonita  jocularly  commented,  picking  herself  up  from  the  ground  and  wiping  off  any  dirt  remnants  that  stayed  glued  to  jeans.  

atlas is a small town, which didn’t bother thomas o’malley until recent events. he does his best to stay down, mind his own business and avoid bumping into trouble. but sometimes, trouble just so happens to literally run into him. “ah, fuck.” tommy exclaims when the breath is knocked out of his chest for a second, and then when he actually registers the familiar face of the woman in front of him, he’s torn between the smile that comes so easily when she’s around and the sudden tightness in his chest. “oh... i’m fine. it’s okay.” tommy is contemplating helping her up, but bonnie is already back in position as if nothing had happened to her. “you good? you look okay, at least.”

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the idea of this arrangement is alien to thomas. the man can’t remember how exactly it had started, but surely enough after spotting her a few times around the neighborhood, something clicked in his mind. it wasn’t like him to take action and do something when it didn’t involve him directly, but watching her moving around like that was heartbreaking. through the confident façade, thomas could see a little more. approaching mel wasn’t easy either, but maybe she recognized in him the same desperation of wanting to belong that she perhaps felt. his fingertips are cold as he lets himself in through the front door, and he blows a warming breath against his hands but he always feels so damn cold in this town. “mel?” his voice comes out a little bit croaked. “hey, i brought stuff i thought you’d like. y’know. not much, just a bunch of candy really. and then some bourbon. and a few cds. they told me they were good at the store, but i’m not really sure. i guess they were just trying to sell them at any cost cause who the fuck still buys cds nowadays, right?” tommy has to remember himself to stop talking when he finally makes his way towards the kitchen. a smile taking shape on his lips when he finally sees her. “hey.” ( @lavenderpressed )

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈.𝐃. : / / [ jon hamm + cis-male + he/him ] — julian papen? oh, you mean jack! they are a forty-seven year old public relations director known as the handler. i heard some sketchy stuff about them, like how they can make anyone’s problems disappear! oof, no wonder the mad titan was after them. to be fair, i think they’re ingenious + comely, even if depraved + licentious. did you know? their big secret is that redacted. all black outfits, jacket collars turned to the wind, edward hopper’s automat.

folks!! *claps hands* it is i once again because i have very poor self control and i decided to pick up another character sadly :/// well sadly for y’all anyways cause imma bother y’all again for plots. but! without getting too much into it, let’s just talk abt jack

well, firstly, i think it goes without saying that jack really is this vine

if you ask julian papen where he was born, he doesn’t really know what to tell you. that’s because julian was the product of a unwanted pregnancy of a sixteen year old and her high school boyfriend. abandoned at a catholic orphanage, the papens came across the boy shortly after and if they didn’t, julian would probably not have lived to tell the tale

he’s had a few formative experiences in his life, most of them being passed down from his father. montgomery papen and ingrid papen were wealthy, educated and had no children to pass down their knowledge and later on their belongings, so julian became the receptacle for such attention.

while his mother pushed him towards the academic life, studying the classics, playing different instruments, exceeding at everything that has any intellectual value, montgomery taught him what “being a man” was in his conception.

no crying, no whining, no talking about anything more than the necessary. pragmatism was of the essence in the world of the papen men. he taught julian many invaluable skills like how to survive lost in the wilderness, how to truly access the mind of his opponent during a business transaction and other skills that julian didn’t really like to learn but came in handy later, like hunting.

montgomery was not a loving father, not even a good one, and it always baffled jack how people who wanted a child for so long were so unfit to raise one. ingrid was a little better, while she was not loving, and extremely formal, she at least tried a little more. but like everything else in their life, julian was merely a business decision.

unforgiving people raised an unforgiving man, who was not given to feelings and things of sentimental value. julian’s mind works as a calculator, he simply sees whatever he can get out of a situation and will spare no effort to get whatever he wants out of someone.

charming and good at making conversation and getting people to say what he wants to hear, julian made a living out of keeping secrets unknown to the public but himself. his own secrets are tucked away only in his mind, because he knows better than anyone how secrets can be used to manipulate and as currency.

because of that particular characteristic, julian made a name for himself as a public relations representative, making dirt on his robust clients such as big corporations and politicians go away with just a few phone calls. however, it’s not always that exchanged words take effect and he has to handle it in an uncivilized way (yes he kills ppl). but he is quite good at covering his tracks

all of those qualities make jack the man to call when you have a problem you can’t handle yourself. he makes it go away and is handsomely paid to do so. you got an issue??? well, let the professional do his work, babe

personality wise.......

acid humor and makes fun of quite a lot of ppl, he’s a messy bitch 

emotional support knife collection (its all he ever needed in life)

caring???? about people that aren’t him??? never heard of it thanks

handsome devil and he’ll definitely use that to his advantage :////

lots of suits, lots of overcoats. it’s necessary to hide all the knives

honestly can kill a man using blunt scissors (we love john wick in this household)

preferred drink is vodka but if u don’t have that at hand rubbing alcohol will do

the world is his and ppl are just living on it :///

never seems to sleep??? unclear if he’s a vampire

his pinterest board

ok thats all i have on jack rn so if you’d like to plot...... well u know what to do

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forgcts‌:

it was absolutely incredible how life could compile a collection of tragic events and make them all happen on one day. lydia had woken up to isabelle with the stomach flu, her own stomach churning at the sight and smell of the mess she had to clean up, and from there things had only gotten worse. after work and a series of rude customers she’d made her way to the grocery only for her car to sputter and die in the parking lot. so she called and left a message with the mechanic who didn’t pick up and she went and got her groceries anyway. and that’s what led to her kneeling in the middle of the wet parking lot, trying to collect the fruits and cans that rolled away from the paper bag that had burst at the bottom, a look of complete and utter dejection on her face. she glanced up when she noticed a pair of feet hurrying towards her and she cleared her throat quietly. “i think i’ve got it, thank you though.”

“oh, i’m not here to help. i’m here because i almost slipped on a banana peel.” the male is quick to kneel down, helping lydia collect the provisions to the best of his abilities ----------- which were not many. half of the stuff seemed damaged and tommy frowned at the splattered fruit remains on the pavement. “shit, you gotta love these brown bags, right? like, i get the no plastic policy, we all love turtles, but this thing is so thin i can see through it.” he wraps up the work quickly, hands moving fast and certain as he puts everything he can salvage in piles. usually he’d have pilfered a thing or two, but not from lydia. “there you go. no need to thank me. i only take payment in the form of beer or baked goods and you have neither, so, you’re in trouble.”

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flamcs‌:

          ❛  we’re closed . ❜ huxley calls out as she organizes the last remaining of tools that she had used earlier in the day . she was so ready to get out of here & go grab a beer or study for her next mission . she was tired , it was well past midnight , nor could she remember the last time she had ate . she takes another bite of her apple & spins around , eyeing the person that stands a few paces from her .  ❛ may i help you or are you just gonna continue to stalk me ? ❜

“stalking is a strong word and my parole officer doesn’t really appreciate it. so please, refrain from using it or i’ll have some explaining to do.” the joke comes out in his usual staccato and tommy doesn’t even think before leaning onto the counter and flashing a small smile towards the mechanic. “come on, aren’t you happy to see me?” rough fingers pull up a six pack of slightly chilled beers and set them down in front of her. “i’ve come bringing you tidings of comfort and joy.”

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          ‘  damn.  ’  ondine  grunts  a  little,  struggling  with  another  box  of  the  junk  maggie,  that  old  bat,  had  left  behind  in  her  passing.  how  many  years  later?  and  they  were  still  cleaning  out  shit  she’d  scrupulously  stashed  away.  ‘  helluva  hoarder,  weren’t  ya,  mags?  ’  she  mutters  to  herself,  dumping  her  armful  onto  the  front  porch  alongside  its  cardboard  brethren.  takes  a  moment  to  stretch  —  letting  out  a  long,  weary  breath  —  when,  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  she  notes  what  might  be  someone  unfamiliar  skulking  about.  ‘  hey,  uh  —  can  i  help  you?  ’  calls  after  them,  tensing  instinctively,  brow  furrowed.  ‘  museum’s  closed  for  th'evening!  ’  grabs  blindly  from  the  nearest  box,  pulling  out  a  mannequin’s  arm,  fuck,  to  defend  herself  with.  where  the  hell  was  her  brother  when  she  needed  him?

running stained fingers through his hair in an half-assed attempt of looking slightly presentable, thomas draws a deep breath. he’s fucking exhausted, hasn’t slept in a couple of days working on this new project. he just needs to sit back, drink a couple of beers and fall asleep for maybe three days. “are you really going to attack me with a dummy arm? bold.” he’s slightly startled, eyebrows shooting up on his forehead a little but the worried expression swiftly turns into a smile. “i was wondering if you’d like to go out for a few beers but don’t let me get in the way of” a quick look around to really assess what’s going on. “whatever the fuck you’re doing in there. you want me to call discovery home and health? you know they pay you to be in that hoarders show, right?”

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈.𝐃. : / / [ jake gyllenhaal + cis male + he/him ] — thomas o'malley? oh, you mean tommy! they are a thirty-five year old locksmith known as the jack of all trades. i heard some sketchy stuff about them, like how they break into big corporations! oof, no wonder the mad titan was after them. to be fair, i think they’re appealing + jocose, even if halting + dubious. did you know? their big secret is redacted. cheap warm beer, empty motel rooms lit by neon signs, oil stained hands.

hey my name is ron, i’m 23 and i have a basketball game tomorrowwww. i know vine intros aren’t what kids do anymore but whenever i introduce myself it’s all i can think abt i’m so sroyury. anyways. i’m excited to b here, it’s been a minute since i last rped so yk, i’m rusty. but i’m also here to love all ur charas. now let’s talk abt this fucking idiot aka tommy o’malley.

first of all, he’s the embodiment of this vine

old, tired, the bags under his eyes? they’re not fucking designer, they some bootleg chanels tops

hailing from a family of irish descent, tommy’s dad aka danny o’malley figured it would be hard to compete with all the irish pubs out there, deciding to go into locksmith business. you see, the o’malleys back in ireland, they had a little bit of ease with the sleight of hand. it was a tradition that was passed down to tommy’s dad from his grandpa, and to his grandpa from his greatgrandpa. so yeah, they made bucks stealing little things on the side of having a legitimate business.

of course, it was only a matter of time before thomas himself learned the trade. he must have been seven or eight by the time he mastered it, and his father was weirdly proud of tommy’s innate gift. of course, the more tommy practiced the better he got at it, capable of stealing a man’s watch in a fraction of seconds.

as tommy grew up, he helped his dad out around the shop, selling and fixing locks, sort of a wolfgang like gig from sense8, yk??? but not really because instead of being broody and somber tommy well, he was an idiot. he liked to laugh and to drink and he’s fucking loud, a lot like his family

either way, at some point, tommy got so good at cracking safes that it kind of became an idea, on the back of their minds, that they should do this for profit. it started out little, a few jobs here and there and as tommy slipped into his teens, he got bolder, better, extracting secrets from the most challenging locks

to the outer world, no one knew that the o’malley son was responsible for cracking the codes and the revenue from the back of the shop, with his father taking credit for the misdemeanor. according to tommy’s dad, his son shouldn’t worry about things like that and just focus on school and being a normal kid, and not a product.

that’s how the titan got to his father. no good deed goes unpunished and definitely no bad deed does either in the town of atlas. after pulling a big job, danny o’malley was found with shattered legs and spends the rest of his life confined to a wheelchair.

so yeah, you could say that tommy really feels guilty for his dad taking the fall for his deeds. and he had sort of a personal vendetta against the mad titan.

still, though more careful nowadays, tommy still pulls heists. invading into government property, stealing stuff people pay a high price to have handed to them. documents, titles, you name it. he’s good at opening doors, and that’s what he’ll say to any client of his, the ones that come for a change of doorlocks or the ones who come in for more illegal trades.

tommy is definitely a mess and doesn’t know what’s going on 99% of the time

has a very juvenile sense of humor tbh, but he’s charming yk, he’s easy to talk to and friendly enough and idk, he helps old ladies with their groceries and he’s pretty much just a normal dude??? like, just wants some peace and quiet it’s not his fault that he’s really good at being a con

wears a lot of layers he’s always cold??? like denim jackets w hoodies and sweaters, just a grizzly lookin man

plant dad

his motel room is a fucking mess, a lot of work related stuff laying around (yk, the legal part of his work ofc)

also he lives in a motel because well, he sold the house he lived with his dad to put his dad under nursing care cause his dad needs it and he doesn’t feel like just buying an apartment yk, he’d feel lonely in one and he craves some social interaction and he kinda has that living in a motel

v good w kids but will teach them how to steal money from your purse

loveable guy although terrible social skills

probably has a nervous breakdown every 3 to 5 months

was in love once and it ended with him getting hurt so now he just lives in his cave like plato’s cave allegory and doesn’t think about love at all bc haha he’s fragile and hates to cry in public

also good w animals but doesn’t have any

honestly??? without the whole thief part?? a solid dude. too bad he’s a fucking idiot 24/7

oh also, here’s his pinterest board

if you’d like to plot w this mess, pls like this or think happy thoughts n i shall storm into ur dms so i can love u down. i have a d*scord n its kurtistown resident#2978 if u wanna plot thru there. that’s all ig!!!