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ive been dealing w a lot of irl shit n fickle muses but i promise im still alive.
#✨ ooc; in starlight ✨#somehow... i even managed to resist the urge to start smoking again#even tho i was so stressed...#format-free; we die like 2009 men
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happy late birthday to my york <3 @warblissed
a genshin yorkington board ;)
#genshin impact; ╱ » it’s a brave new world «#gi. aes. ╱ » it’s the moment of truth and the moment to die «#b. warblissed; york ╱ » you were wondering why you bothered «#ship tag╱╱tba
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@warblissed asked:
Matteo pointed to the top of the other's head, indicating the twitching and unusual ears. " are you a cat? " The question was a blunt one, but softened by the young child's wide - eyed mysticism over this magnificent find. It was clear Matteo did not mean that in any rude fashion, but rather an almost complimentary one, as he tries to reinstate his understanding of the world at large. " can i pet them? can i pet them? " He waved an arm up and down, almost as if asking to move closer.

there was a moment, hazel gaze blinking rapidly. “um... i... suppose... but don’t pull.” the request he received was a strange one, drawing his brows together in confusion. the electro user shifted, leaning down to scoop up the child in his arms, balancing the young one on his hip expertly. taavid’s tail lazily swayed back and forth, one ear twitching curiously. “be gentle, okay?”
#b. warblissed; york ╱ » you were wondering why you bothered «#genshin impact; ╱ » it’s a brave new world «#answered; » heart made of glass mind made of stone «
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invino
after making your way carefully inside and sniffing around briefly for worrying scents , you decide that he would have trapped you by now if that was his intention , and busy yourself with finding a cozy�� spot to sit .
pleasant as the junkyard is , you know full well it can’t compete with any sort of human home , no matter how small . the junkyard is full of scraps , after all , the tossed - out remains of things no longer wanted by humans . while serviceable , these are nothing compared to the warmth of things still needed .
not that you’d know , really .
as it were , you make yourself comfortable on the back of the couch , shifting until you’ve found a position you like . your watchful gaze is fixed on the human no matter where he goes . trusting as you have been to step into his home , you’re not so trusting as to take your eyes off of him just yet . vigilance is important , especially for the would - be guardian of the jellicles .
as the severity of the weather picks up , you show little reaction , sheltered from the storm as you are … save for a quiet chirping .
david groans as the lights give another flicker. if the power goes out, that’ll be- a pain. but the detective moves to the kitchen, getting down a couple bowls. he fills one with water, and sets it on the floor just on the living room side of the island, then goes about preparing some more chicken.
“yeah, me too,” absent remark in response to the noises from the cat. “that rain’s rough out there. glad you came in.” he almost lights another cigarette, but pauses. it can wait until after he’s done cooking. once he’s finished, he puts some on a plate, and some in a bowl. tosses some stuff on his plate with it, and brings both things to the living room.
the bowl of chicken is set down on the coffee table. “here, if you’re still hungry.” he motions with a fork to the bowl on the table before consuming his own meal. the lights flicker out then, causing david to scoff before he just... continues eating. “great.”
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#modern; ╱ »does it feel like a trial? «#m. aes. ╱ »does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?«#tw; smoking#tw; cigarette
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you slink inside , waiting for him to lead before keeping a leisurely pace alongside him , a bit behind . just in case , you tell yourself . no matter how nice he seems , there’s no guarantee he has your best interests in mind .
once more , you wait for him to pass you after entering a strange hallway ahead of him . there are a great many scents you can pick up of food you might find tossed out by the junkyard —— not an overwhelming amount , but enough that you can gather there are a great many more humans living here aside from the one you’re following .
that’s a reassurance as much as it is another fright entirely .
as you pad to a stop behind him , gaze pointed up at the door before you , you meow again . were you able , you might express your premature gratitude … but that’ll have to do for now !
there’s a small laugh from wash- he’s actually really happy. this friend he’s made, he’s very smart; the detective is impressed. he opens the door- inside, the place has ... a sort of charm about it. the flooring is old, scuffed up wood, the walls are basic boring off-cream color. to the left of the entrance is a kitchenette with tacky linoleum checkered black-and-white across its floor. upon dark countertops sit empty take out containers, a dish towel, an old pot of coffee. there’s a small table in the kitchen, with a nearly-full ash tray on it and a pizza box.
the kitchenette is divided from the main room with a small island. the top of it has mail scattered about, not to mention the detective’s badge. past that- the living area. a couch, an arm chair piled with blankets. an old rug beneath an old coffee table, a tv with some shelves around it. books scattered around. on the far end, beyond the living room, are two doors- one is the bathroom, and the other is david’s bedroom.
“i’ll get something set up, in case the storm lasts a while...” he kicks off his shoes by the door, losing it behind them before going around to find a low bin. ah! he finds one, and sets it by the window in the living area- that window leads directly to the wrought iron fire escape. tearing up some scavenged newspaper, he’s made a make-shift litter box. “there. in case you need to uh... make use of facilities.”
it seems as though they’ve made it just in time- outside, a deluge spills from the sky, lightning illuminating the room. the lights of the building flicker.
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you listen attentively , though continuing to eat all the while . of course , you know nothing about how long of a week it’s been ( humans have such a strange way of talking about the passage of time , something you’ve always found odd ) , but are interested in the concept of a better meal .
you think it might be to lure you into a trap , but you know from victoria and munkustrap and jemima that there are far more kind humans than there are trappers , and you’re inclined to give this one the benefit of the doubt because of just how long he’s spent trying to get your attention with food .
as though on cue , you finish eating and follow the human’s gaze upwards . you hadn’t needed his musings to know that it would rain soon … ah , but it’ll come sooner than you’d expected , and returning to the junkyard would be precarious . much as you’re loathe to follow a human inside , you’d prefer to take your chances with this one than those that might be roaming the street during the storm .
looking back down towards him , you give a firm mrrow in consent .
well, maybe it’s just because he’s tired, but... the cat seems to understand him. washington puts his cigarette out in a mason jar beside the steps already half full with the butts of others smoked. he motions with an incline of his head, opening the back door after he stood.
“don’t suppose you’ll let me carry you upstairs, huh?” he holds the door for the cat (his neighbors are definitely going to have words about this behavior. he can already hear them whispering ‘there goes david, he’s so lonely he treats cats like women’. joke’s on them: he’s not lonely).
wash heads up the stairs directly to the left once inside.
the stairwell itself is dingy and kind of dirty, dimly lit. at the second floor door, he once again holds it open for the four legged companion he has, and walks down the hall a short distance before stopping at his door. “home sweet home.”
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he’s right , of course . you hadn’t come so close before , due to skittishness and your own pride . this , then , is a thank you for the food you’ve been getting .
you stop in your tracks when he moves the food closer to you , but since he sits himself down some distance away , you judge that it’s safe enough to further approach . naturally , you take a few wary sniffs at the meal , stopping only to look up and make sure he isn’t going to approach you , before confirming it’s alright for you to eat . and then , without further ado , you dig in .
watching the feline, washington can’t help but to smile. “glad you seem to like it,” he mutters, leaning back a bit with a groan. debating for a moment before he lights his cigarette, taking a deep drag before exhaling upwards. “it’s been the longest week, you know? glad to see your friendly face.”
yes, he’s talking to a cat.
no, he doesn’t care if any of his neighbors notice.
“i’d love to make better meals for you, friend,” he’s been very careful not to give the cat a name. once you name something, you’re attached (who’s he kidding, he’s already attached to the stray, otherwise he wouldn’t keep putting food out). “maybe with this time off i can try something fancy.” head rests against the brick surrounding the door frame, hazels close. the sky grows dark with storm clouds, and wash opens an eye to look up.
“looks like rain... do you wanna come in and wait it out?” his attention turns back to his little companion.
#alonzo - 1 ; wash - 0#alonzo used Feline Face#it was Super Effective!!#modern; ╱ »does it feel like a trial? «#invino
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zorkaya:
“And make you miss basking in me delightful personality? I’ve done what I had to do!” Exaggeration, obviously, to match the sarcasm. “You seem to need excitement, look at you being broody and sad. Why not join on shenanigans sometimes? Did the military kick out all the fun out of you?” It’s not her business, but her care remain at a solid zero. Not until she’s being kicked or threatened with a gun.
“...i’m not broody or sad.” he scoffed, shaking his head. “go bother Caboose.” honestly... he wondered how he kept ending up with people who thrived on annoying him.
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@invino asked:
it's been several days consecutively now that this strange human has left food out for alonzo (or another stray in the area, if there are any), but it's the first day alonzo has taken it upon himself to approach while the human is still around. since there haven't been any signs of traps these past few times, he's decided to take his chances and extend a paw. metaphorically, of course. (based on the Brief Exchange we had that once!)

an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear, this is his first day off in at least a week (or something to that effect- the detective hasn’t been keeping track, he’s busy)- but no matter how busy he’s been, he’s been putting food out for the cat- or cats, he’s not sure how many are around if there are any- daily. today’s food is a mix of chicken, rice, and carrots. not far off from his own meal. probably.
the man rubs at the back of his neck, groaning to himself when he notices - the cat is approaching. although he’s tired, a smile appears on his face. “hey there,” and nudges the food bowl closer before he steps back to sit on the steps leading up to his back door. “don’t think you’ve come this close to me before.”
#YES kitty!!!#modern; ╱ »does it feel like a trial? «#(I really wanted to write in his modern verse bc i have Thoughts & Feelings)#(also thank u im v excited for this!!!)
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warblissed:
@stuttershook ♡’d for a cheesy one - liner !
“ do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again? “ Ahhhh, a classic.
ears flatten against his skull; the flick of his tail is ... probably in annoyance. taavid wrinkles his nose. “...we’re known each other for a while, haven’t we? why would it be first sight now?”
#b. warblissed; york ╱ » you were wondering why you bothered «#is he annoyed or amused#genshin impact; ╱ » it’s a brave new world «
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tag dump: modern verse ✨

modern; ╱ »does it feel like a trial? «
m. headcanon ╱ »you’ve got sucker’s luck «
#modern; ╱ »does it feel like a trial? «#m. headcanon ╱ »you’ve got sucker’s luck «#✨ ooc; in starlight ✨
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tag dump: guns for hire ✨

gfh. headcanon ╱ » goodbye to the money! «
guns for hire; ╱ » adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny «
#gfh. headcanon ╱ » goodbye to the money! «#guns for hire; ╱ » adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny «#✨ ooc; in starlight ✨
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Which Character Type Are You?
the Trickster.
A person utterly self-reliant, and if they need others, it's for their interest and whim alone. Someone charming, someone who gives others an image that's only one aspect of their entire being—a being that's vast, that nobody has seen in completeness.
tagged by: @zorkaya
tagging: @sugcrqueen , @solarhunted
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@stuttershook / please let me ramble about fusion aus.
church & wash: technically not unstable?
this is a weird one. i don’t think they’d necessarily be unstable to the point of non-function, but they definitely wouldn’t be, like… stable-stable. there are some moments where i imagine they’d be stable enough to be a true and proper fusion, but most of the time it’s just two people controlling one fucked up body. obviously they’re easily frustrated and quick to anger (though who that comes from is anyone’s guess), but they’re also definitely pretty rational and reasonable. sometimes. during good times. they ARE prone to unfusing a lot in the heat of the moment though because both of them can get very……. Passionate. we’ll say that.
fighting is… an interesting topic. obviously, because i’m sure this would apply to just about any church-involved fusion, they CANNOT AIM. they can’t aim and would be better off using anything but a gun. wash’s combat experience and general superiority probably takes precedent here over church’s non-experience, and just as a general thing they would, of course, be pretty strong. i do think they’d be at their most stable during fights, weirdly enough, because then neither of them would have time to bicker. and by neither of them i mean church.
obviously i don’t think they fuse on purpose, and i think (provided this is a repeat occurrence) that church probably vehemently insists it never happens again. but then it does, and things kind of spiral from there. overall? not a terrible fusion.
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the Hottest Thing Ever is when someone is running their fingers through your hair and then pull just a little without warning like,,, fuck okay uh i’m yours now i guess, fuck me if you want also
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