#II. — inbox replies.

[gethellbcnt]

@originalribbing liked for a lyric stater with Charlie!

❝ you're a hard one, that's what i heard. ❞

[fantasmaz]

“ this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy. ”       -       @17goiingunder

a slow turn                   a few moments to process his terrible observation, enough time to decide whether or not she wants to go home with another felony under her belt. the concept of murder seems so fun, all of a sudden. eyelid twitches. hardly contained rage. fingertips dig into her arms, leather pulling taught underneath. she’s never been religious. she’s never been one to pray. but now she’s begging every god out there for two things : to shut dave up, and for the strength to not kill him. the image of her fists around his throat seems so, so pretty now. it’s so easy. he’s all sports tape and cashmere anyways. frida seems him all curled up in fetal position                   an easy hit, an easy kill. but does she risk bruising god’s favorite little tennis player   ?   does she risk the check   ?             it almost comes out of nowhere. the sound of skin to skin                   a backhand striking across that aforementioned pretty face, regardless of the consequences. ‘ maybe you wouldn’t talk shit if you didn’t want to get hit. ’ a finger points, her face about two inches from his, her voice a half step away from being a snarl   :   “       if you wanna see wounded, keep running your mouth. keep fuckin’ talkin’. i’ll show you fuckin’ wounded.       ”

[unexceptional]

. SHE ROLLED HER eyes at the use of the ridiculous nickname, but her brown eyes still glanced over to where he was standing, blocking out the light from the hallway as he stood in the doorway. Rebeccabeth. It was a playful nickname that had made some people ask her with fully genuine tones if her middle name was Beth, or Elizabeth, or something of the sort. No, it's Pamela, she would answer, and the confusion would only continue. It was a silly nickname — even though she wasn't sure if a nickname could be a nickname if it was longer than her real name — but he said it with such affection that she found she didn't mind too much.

"Oh, poor baby, you better let me see it," she said, holding her hands out from her place on the couch, inviting him to come further into the room so she could see the damage. "Where are you hurting? And if you say your lips again, I'm gonna smack you."

. ( @xkingpin ) « "rebeccabeth I have an injury come kiss it better"

[daring-detective]

tag dump.

i. ⠀⠀ “⠀no.1 dick grayson liker⠀ : ⠀⠀ ooc.

ii. ⠀⠀ “⠀your strength is in your weakness⠀ : ⠀⠀ character study.

iii. ⠀⠀ “⠀bird’s eye view⠀ : ⠀⠀ musing.

iv. ⠀⠀ “⠀ shepherd of the damned ⠀ : ⠀⠀ promo.

v. ⠀⠀ “⠀you can always learn to fly⠀ : ⠀⠀ inbox.

vi. ⠀⠀ “⠀pretend you’re like a feather⠀ : ⠀⠀ answered.

vii. ⠀⠀ “⠀can’t clip these wings⠀ : ⠀⠀ reply.

viii. ⠀⠀ “⠀master of the trapeze⠀ : ⠀⠀ dash games.

ix. ⠀⠀ “⠀breathing in applause⠀ : ⠀⠀ memes.

x. ⠀⠀ “⠀familiar taste of poison⠀ : ⠀⠀ nsfw.

xi. ⠀⠀ “⠀runaway at heart⠀ : ⠀⠀ headcanons.

xii. ⠀⠀ “⠀the wings of icarus⠀ : ⠀⠀ comic panels.

a. ⠀⠀ “⠀letter to his father⠀ : ⠀⠀ bruce&dick.

b. ⠀⠀ “⠀of bats and birds⠀ : ⠀⠀ bat-siblings.

c. ⠀⠀ “⠀forever and always⠀ : ⠀⠀ donna&dick.

d. ⠀⠀ “⠀you were my robin⠀ : ⠀⠀ damian&dick.

e. ⠀⠀ “⠀arrow’s wing⠀ : ⠀⠀ roy&dick.

connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.blood-son⠀ : ⠀⠀ robin v.

connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pistoiet⠀ : ⠀⠀ the black widow.

connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.taissakingston ⠀ : ⠀⠀ mutant musician / activist.

connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.pennyw0rth ⠀ : ⠀⠀ penny-one.

connection. ⠀⠀ “⠀.daring-archer ⠀ : ⠀⠀ arsenal.

[oraclememehacker]

((@tom-nook-ii))

Look, I don't know what happened! The Nook Miles Machine just suddenly cleared out everyone's accounts. And I'm locked out of the admin account. Please tell me if it can be fixed...

[He wouldn't put it past a certain red canine to have done this, but to what end. he certainly hoped the human girl could help]

"W-What?" Futaba was shocked to hear this. Something definitely seemed off this morning as she was checking things. She was wondering why all of a sudden there was problems with nook miles showing properly. Now she knew it was because it was suddenly wiped and everyone now had 0 nook miles. Dangit Nook.

"Well, thankfully for you, you have the resident Tech geek as your island representative." Futaba had her smug look as she looked over the nook miles machine. "So, in order to get admin access I'm probably going to have to get access to the internals of this and look for a way to reset the machine and clear the password of the admin account. I won't do anything nefarious, promise.'

[perzyssesuvion]

@dragynfire asked : ❝   have   you   ever   had   something…missing?   like   something   just   doesn’t   feel   right   inside   you   but   you   don’t   know   what   it   is.   ❞  

❛ HOW   MUCH   TIME   DO   YOU   HAVE   ,   BROTHER   ? i  suspect  you  and  i  could  be  here  all  night  discussing  our  defects  and  shortcomings.  ❜  long  ,  pale  fingers  curled  around  the  stem  of  a  goblet  still  half-full  with  wine  —  still  working  on  his  first  while  aegon  was  on  his  ...  aemond  feared  to  hazard  a  guess.  it  truly  was  regrettable  the  place  which  an  evening  of  drinking  oft  took  aegon  ;  it  was  a    sad  affair  ,  and  the  younger  prince  despised  walking  the  dark  path  his  older  brother  always  seemed  to  lead  him  down.

was   there   ever   even   an   ounce   of   hope   for   them   that   they   might   have   a   normal   relationship   ? the   strong   velaryon  boys  were  hardly  an  example  to  follow  ,  except  aemond  would  have  to  admit  he  envied  the  strength  and  goodness  of  their  bond.  he  found  himself  longing  for  what  they  had  far  too  frequently  for  his  comfort.

all  thoughts  best  kept  to  himself  for  now.

thin  lips  pressed  to  the  cup  ,  a  hearty  drink  of  ruby  liquid  drawn  from  it  as  a  single  lilac  eye  searched  aegon's  face.  he  was  quiet,  and  so  aemond  continued  ,  ❛ nothing has been right inside of me since the day that bastard took my eye . ❜ the  words  were  spoken  with  quiet  rage  —  the  kind  that  only  time  and  rumination  could  breed.  ❛  it  made  me  wonder  if  things  were  ever   actually right to begin with.  as  mother  says  ,  the  gods  make  us  as  we  are  for  a  reason  ,  but  i  cannot  help  but  question  them  sometimes  ...  ❜

[cookignis]

@rexcrystallis​ left a message:  Smooch.

The suddenness of the kiss takes Ignis by surprise. His mired thoughts within the realm of city planning proposals are quickly dispersed thanks to the warmth of affection that fills him instead. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee finally hits him as he presses back, ever willing to return the kisses from his beloved. 

“Hmm? Coffee and a kiss? You’re spoiling me, Noct. Anymore distractions and I won’t be able to get these to the council for tomorrow’s meeting.” His actions betray his words by means of the arms that encircle around the king’s waist. Ignis pulls him closer and plants another kiss on Noctis’ cheek. 

“Whatever would we do then?” He grins with a teasing warmth to his voice. 

[unexceptional-broken]

               “I WASN’T EXACTLY keeping my voice down, you know,” she replied back, a wry smile creeping up her lips as she took another sip from the milkshake in front of her. “Besides, no one’s listening to me, ‘cept for you.” 

The park itself wasn’t exactly highly populated that afternoon, at any rate, and Becky didn’t think that anyone was paying attention to two figures at a picnic table with fries and milkshakes. 

“I just wanted to check on your stitches. That doesn’t normally include snacks,” she added. “But this is a pretty good milkshake.” 

                           “Speaking of shaking, what’s shaking for you?” 

                         ( @mttmrdck​ ) «  * you know, people can hear you."

[crimecleand]

                              “ let’s add up your wrongs. ”                   @nitekill

“       jude. c’mon. i’m not getting into that shit right now,       ”   it’s all technicalities. it’s all he said / she said and misplaced blame. but how do you clearly explain to someone that you were simply joking about killing your wife and destroying her affair   ?   a sigh. face falls into hands, pushing back loose curls from a neglected haircut. fuck. he should get that fixed.   “       you know i didn’t do it. but i don’t think you should be the one pointing fingers.       ”

finding out you have a little sibling this far into your life is slightly inconveniencing as it is. but finding out said sibling is a serial killer   ?   not exactly great. all these half-baked attempts to get jude to do something like yoga or kickboxing to let off steam are coming to a stop. maybe it’s because logan is simply tired of being tired                   tired of being on edge, tired of picking gore from between floorboards, tired of waiting for an unfortunate call. ‘ jude’s in trouble and you can’t get him out. ’ fuck that. but what he can do   ?   really   ?   if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. or whatever.   “       this isn’t about me. i just care about you, dude. you, your safety   ...   whatever shred of sanity you have left. i'm not trying to antagonize you. don’t make it seem like i am.       ”

[tvy]

take my hand . .. talk about how bad inanimate insanity was with me

okay i was gonna post abt this but that scene w suitcase talking abt having hallucinations and then shots of every character present going D: made me laugh

[gethellbcnt-m]

tilla buckzo tags !

◜tilla: inbox / replies.◞ ◜tilla: behavior.◞ ◜tilla: headcanon.◞ ◜tilla: in character.◞ ◜tilla: mirror / faceclaim.◞ ◜tilla: isms.◞ ◜tilla: playlist.◞ ◜tilla: aesthetics.◞ ◜tilla: desires / shipping.◞ ◜tilla: attire.◞ ◜tilla: abilities / skills.◞

◜tilla / v. main i.◞ 🇭​🇪​🇱​🇱​🇴​ 🇦​🇬​🇦​🇮​🇳​﹐🇫​🇷​🇮​🇪​🇳​🇩​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇦​ 🇫​🇷​🇮​🇪​🇳​🇩​. ◜tilla / v. main ii.◞​ 🇷​🇦​🇮​🇸​🇪​ 🇦​ 🇬​🇱​🇦​🇸​🇸​ 🇫​🇴​🇷​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇪​🇲​🇵​🇹​🇾​﹣🇭​🇪​🇦​🇷​🇹​🇪​🇩​ ﹗ ◜tilla / au. mafia.◞​ 🇸​🇮​🇱​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇦​ 🇻​🇮​🇷​🇹​🇺​🇪​.

[gethellbcnt]

@primordialhazbin liked for a lyric starter with Charlie!

❝ no one can blame you, for walking away. ❞

[flowercrownd]

liandry robinson tags !

◜liandry: inbox / replies.◞ ◜liandry: behavior.◞ ◜liandry: headcanon.◞ ◜liandry: in character.◞ ◜liandry: mirror / faceclaim.◞ ◜liandry: isms.◞ ◜liandry: playlist.◞ ◜liandry: aesthetics.◞ ◜liandry: desires / shipping.◞ ◜liandry: attire.◞ ◜liandry: abilities / skills.◞

◜liandry / v. main i.◞ 🇵​🇪​🇴​🇵​🇱​🇪​ 🇵​🇦​🇾​ 🇲​🇪​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇧​🇪​ 🇮​🇳​🇭​🇺​🇲​🇦​🇳​🇪​​﹗ ◜liandry / v. main ii.◞ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇭​🇴​🇳​🇴​🇷​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇧​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​🇷​ 🇴​🇧​🇪​🇩​🇮​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇸​🇪​🇷​🇻​🇦​🇳​🇹​.

[unexceptional]

📷

[starpl4yer]

gen tag drop. look away.

[fantasmaz]

❛  i like the company.  ❜                   @faithslipped

this  kindness  is  a  curse                   something  that  gets  under  frida’s  skin  and  makes  her  twitch.  everything  comes  with  a  cost,  she  believes,  and  attachment  is  the  most  expensive.  an  expense  that  she  can’t  really  afford,  and  the  disappointment  is  present  on  her  face  for  a  split  second.  it’s  a  curse  because  frida  doesn’t  absolutely  hate  elladora’s  presence,  despite  the  perceived  air  of  famed  naivety.  how  unfortunate.  frida’s  blood  pressure  would  probably  benefit  from  her  chilling  the  fuck  out  every  now  and  then.                   “    hmph,    ”    they  hum.  an  obvious  signal  that  frida  doesn’t  quite  know  how  to  respond.  then,  there’s  a  single  nod  of  acknowledgement,  followed  by  the  slurping  of  a  strawberry  shake.  something  heavy  and  gross  that  her  stomach  will  regret  later,  but  something  sugary  enough  to  keep  her  going  for  another  hour  or  so.  “    appreciate  the  sentiment,  but  i  feel  like  there’s  at  least  four  other  people  in  your  life  you  can  call  for  company    ...    who  aren’t  your  driver,    ”  not  meant  to  be  mean,  but  rather,  frida  is  poking  fun  at  the  absurdity.  one  hand  pulls  off  the  steering  wheel  to  shovel  a  few  fries  into  her  mouth.  pristine  white  jaguar,  the  smell  of  freshly  cleaned  leather,  top  down,  breeze  blowing,  music  humming.  maybe  it’s  not  too  bad  after  all.  but  she's  going  to  be  a  grump  anyways.  tried  and  true  tactics.  “    personally  ?  i  would  just  call  a  friend.    ”