#audaciious

[unboundwanderers]

A RIDE HOME \\ @audaciious // THE PINK DOCTOR & FAYE

               THE STRIP- Or well, this is FREESIDE- but he doesn't really know that. There's this bus stop that OLD BEN is sitting near. When this STRANGE GROANING & WHEEZING starts filling the air, Ben is aware enough to notice it- and what begins to appear sends him startled, running off. He's seen weird, but not that weird. Of course, The Securitrons don't even notice, they're not programmed to care about an anomaly like this... not yet, anyway. YOU SEE: Courier Six hasn't been dug up, yet. He hasn't even been SENT on the mission to deliver the Platinum Chip... so Ceasar's Legion and the NCR are tearing apart each other in the war and the strip is thriving off of it. Tis the way of life.

               THE TARDIS materializes on the strip corner, outside the gate- against a wall. It's a very clean and presentable Police Box! Seems not to be too significantly battered, its paneling is very nice- windows are presentable-- but when the MOST confusing man opens up the doors and walks out in the most colorful costume, it becomes EVIDENTLY clear that this man is not of this world. He locks up The Door tightly, sliding the key into his pocket and sweeping his coattails aside to rest his hands into his pockets. He seems a bit TAKEN ABACK by how DEVASTATED Earth is right now and thinks he might be in an ALTERNATE TIMELINE- but he's sure he would've noticed that, by now. He strokes the back of his head softly and hums, an eloquent but boastful voice is muttered through his lips, "Not the worst shape I've seen Earth in." He mutters.

               He walks out into the street, turning toward the freeside gate. He watches with his coattails thrown aside as a man MAKES A BREAK for it past the securitrons- tries to get through the gate into the strip-- and is promptly SHOT DEAD by the guards, ripped apart by bullets and torn to shreds. This takes the PINK-HAIRED, GOLDEN-EYED Doctor out of it for a moment as he makes sure his MAN BUN is tied tightly because that made him shiver.

                                                                           "Maybe... the worst state, after all..."

[vendettamuses]

⚔️ 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . ⚔️

bold what applies to your character

RAYN WILDER

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm / 141 cm-150 cm / 151 cm to 160 cm / 161 cm to 170 cm / 171 cm to 180cm / 181 cm to 190 cm / 191 cm to 2m / taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne (occasional blemish) / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / soft / shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / grey / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / strawberry blonde / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light countouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / scented laundry detergent / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food / incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice / sulfur /

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / wifebeater / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt/ miniskirt / maxidress / sundress / overalls / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / highslit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest / khaki pants / suit / hoodie / harem pants / leather jacket / leather trousers / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / thong / hotpants / cargo pants / hipster pants / bra / sportsbra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur / gloves / mask

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers / high top converse / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots / no idea

Tagged By: @audaciious (thank you my beloved ❤️)

Tagging: @maximuses (Elsa and Marion) @motleysort (Misha) @kitschd @seeasunset @wolfvirago @thxwxlf and anyone else who feels up for it!

[lobselvith]

Faye's 5'1"

❛[   ⊗ HEIGHT COMPARISON ≻ accepting !

[harbingercfdeath]

@audaciious asked “i’m not gonna make you change, that’s above my pay grade, babe.” (From Alistair)

"There would be no point in it anyway, I cannot change the way I was made anymore than you can." Issac says as he pokes the air with his chopsticks, this night having ordered Chinese for himself and it seems Alistair, who had dropped by out of the blue "And you have to have a job to have a pay grade you moocher." He chuckles and smiles warmly at the other

[werebull]

@audaciious -  Normally, matters in the supernatural community stayed in the supernatural community. They were quickly covered up from the normal human world, by the Masquerade or the Scarlet Screen or the Veil or whatever one wished to call it; different communities had different names depending on their location, species, and so on. And as the usually-undisputed ruler of his domain, Abraham “Bram” King usually oversaw this process in this city via a team of contacts from plants in the police department to creatures who couldn’t wait to devour a few bodies down to the bones so no one could notice anything ODD about them at the morgue. Typically, he did not need anyone else involved besides those already in his extensive network. And when he did, it was someone who was already an extra in these matters. Never before had it been someone who was totally ignorant of the supernatural world, but needed to be made aware of it. Bram was baffled by it, but he and his strategic team had worked this from every angle, and then the diviners and seers that he had on staff had worked it from a few more, and everyone came to the same conclusion: The only way this will get handled is with this specific man. And that specific man was Dean Lawson, a private eye in his mid-40s and perfectly human and, while dogged and diligent in digging up dirt in the world he knew existed, was utterly ignorant of the other world right ….not right before his eyes, no, but right beyond his line of sight. As it was for most humans. A bizarre choice. Bram still had his doubts. He’d only relented towards giving it a try once he finally got assurance from Dia, a techno-witch and his top consultant, that Dean was the best, perhaps the only, option. Why that was, though, even she couldn’t say. He hated that. But heavy is the head, as they say. . . “Mr. Lawson,” Bram said, as he entered the PI’s office, a hulking figure that looked almost absurd in his tailored suit, like a gorilla wearing a tuxedo, “We spoke on the phone. I’m Mr. King, for the 3 o’clock. I hope you don’t mind my being a touch early.” Early indeed. The appointment was not for 3 PM, but 3 AM. Bram had arrived at 2:45 on the dot. He did not sit down, nor hold out his hand to shake, but continued to speak, “I understand this is perhaps an odd hour for you—though perhaps not, considering your line of work—but it was necessary. I wish you to see the most recent crime scenes firsthand, and they’ll be off-limits to us “civilians” tomorrow when they’re discovered by the police. Meaning, yes, two new ones just happened, which makes our case that much more urgent. If you’ll come with me to the car, I’ll give you the details on the way; time is of the essence.”

[maggicktouched]

@audaciious

Verena turned over on the spot of ashy, half-burned moss where they were slumbering. Twigs snapped beneath their weight as they rolled over, but they couldn’t hope to dig far enough into the hardened dragon scale of their back to cause any pain. A large sigh left the dragon’s chest as they got comfortable once more. Sleeping in their true form was the only kind of sleep that brought them real rest. Anything else felt cramped and confined---like sleeping in a box a quarter of their size.

It was a strange scent that roused Verena from their slumber. Their head raised up from the dirt, eyes still half lidded, and their mouth opened as they scented the air. Humans. Funny smelling humans, but they were human none the less. The smell was shifting rapidly in direction, traveling deeper into their woods by the second. Verena groaned, but hefted themselves up off the ground and stretched their scarred wings. Bones shifted and pleasantly popped, and then they let their wings tuck back in neatly at their side and started toward the smell.

The dragon stood, as still and unmoving as a statue, in the direct line of the small gaggle of humans, and minutes later, their eyes caught movement in the distant darkness of the forest. The figure was small, a child given the scent of it, and running at a breakneck speed throughout the forest. Had the others scent their young ahead to keep it safe from something? There were no predators around. The scent of dragon tended to ward off any Earthly creatures for miles. 

They couldn’t be sure if the child saw them in the distance. The forest was dark and thick, and Verena was unmoving still. Even the soft luminescence from their silver eyes could have easily been mistaken as the moon breaking through the canopy. And if they were seen, it would likely be chalked up to some horrific vision of the imagination.

“Child.” The voice of the beast radiated in the forest around them, but the sound came from their mind, not their mouth. When the dragon did open their jaws, it was to emit a short, soft whistle. Any young drakklin would have recognized the call and bolted to the safety of the dragon who made it. But this was not a drakklin, Verena reminded themselves, tamping down on instinct. This was a human child. They tried again. “Child. If you are afraid, come to me. This way. Nothing will harm you in my presence.”

[flashofyellowlights]

@audaciious​ liked for a starter!

“ What set of items could you buy that would make the cashier the most uncomfortable? ”

[normallyxstranger]

@audaciious sent: ❝ who would i be to judge you?❞ (To Anne Buckler from Myrina)

     “Well, you’d be a person.” And over the years, Anne had learned that everyone made judgments—some just more than others. “Guess that depends on the judgment just what kinda person you’d be.” She paused for a moment, a serious look on her face, as she regarded her. Making her own judgments, her own assessments.

     “It don’t matter a whole lot to me what people think, or judge me to be. They’re usually wrong anyway.”

[dimensionalspades]

. The attack had been sudden, a screech of gunfire and the sound of boots hitting the ground as the pair scrambled for cover.

. "Are you alright?" Arlynn asked with a wince. A graze on her arm and leg oozed blood, but the bullet currently sitting in her gut was the biggest concern. "Faye." If she was gone, Arlynn would burn the Green Eyes to the ground and sell their ashes for cow bedding.

. She poked her head around a corner, pistol in hand. A shot rang by and she returned it, hearing a woman yell when it connected. Satisfaction in that. She steeled herself to a wave of pain, searching for Faye. The initial attack had been such a clusterfuck that she assumed Faye was getting her weapons.

. "Our guests have no manners," she said, wincing, "but they have decent aim." She lifted her hand from the wound, red staining her skin. "There's two out there, and I think more... outside the house. You may have a better shot, love."

plotted starter for @audaciious

[vendettamuses]

Highs and Lows

⚔️ Closed starter for @audaciious​ ‘s Jason! ⚔️

Some things never changed. Like clubs.

No matter how many different ones she went to, they all became the same after some point. Same cheap, greasy food. Same cheap beers, wines, and spirits. Same blasting music on one end and blaring sports games on the other. Same cheap, cracked dance floors filled with the same teenagers and college kids playing hooky from class to spend time with their friends or partners. And the same burn in the back of her throat as Piper downed another drink and hunched over the counter.

This last year had easily been one of the roughest in her life. Coming home brought nowhere near as much comfort as she hoped it would. Instead of spending time with her family, going back to raising them and nudging them forward with a fulfilling sense of completion, a certain hollowness filled her staring into faces she barely recognized and who barely recognized her. Her brothers insisted that she had worked so hard, and now she could rest. But how could she? If she wasn’t a caregiver to her family, then who was she meant to be? The last year had been spent searching for an answer to that question. And in that time, she’d learned two things.

One, it wasn’t at the bottom of a bottle. But two, the bottles and the sex certainly helped her forget her problems for a little while. So for now, she didn’t mind the feelings of emptiness and loneliness leaving her a harrowed husk.

She didn’t even mind the feeling of someone sitting next to her at the bar while she raised her hand to signal the bartender for another drink. Absentmindedly, she glanced over to the new company, fixing him with a small smile that didn’t quite reach up to her tired eyes. One of her ears flickered towards him, as if waving in greeting. Polite. Just looking in case he wanted to talk to her.

[poisonpicked]

@audaciious​ said:  “I followed you. I couldn’t just sit around, not doing anything." ( @ Jax from Faye) 

“ya know, normally i’d be pretty fuckin’ pissed ‘bout someone pullin’ that shit...” jax grumbles, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip before he manages a smile over at faye. “but ya kinda saved my ass there so i ‘ppreciate it. don’t let it go to that big fuckin’ head of your’s, alright?” 

[redbritishsniper]

📼📼

The rifle was heavy when she touched it. Even when she pushed it a bit, it was still heavy. It was a training rifle her father prepared for them. Her and Nathan. At the age of 5, they're finally learning how to shoot a gun. Well, not yet however. They have to listen to the Baron explain the mechanism to the rifle, the year it was created, and the history behind it starting with him being the original owner of it rifle when his own father gifted it to him. It bored the twins but with their father being a storyteller and in his past life being a Soldier for RED, they put up with it.

That was their first lesson. Their next lesson will finally be learning how to shoot it. Their next lesson is learning to play the piano. Nathan didn't want to but their mother insisted he will or else he won't learn medicine with her.

While Nathan find it boring despite playing the song, Natasha was enjoying it. She liked banging her fingers down to mess with her tutor's patience while being a little angel at the piano whenever their nanny or their mother came to check on them. Such a little menace she can be but she still like learning how to play the piano.

[fantasmalforces]

@audaciious SAID: ❝ You’d be surprised what people’re willin’ to give up to feel secure. ❞ @ Asriel from Liv

💜 Cyberpunk 2077 Prompts // ACCEPTING 💜

“I don’t think I would be that surprised.” Asriel admitted very honestly. “My dad ran my mom off when I was just a kid after she and my brother killed our other siblings. It broke his heart to have to chase the woman he’d loved for so long off like that, but he felt we’d be safer without her. My own brother left home first chance he got to found a company. In his words, he did it because ‘he wanted a sense of security that our father never gave him.’ I know people who have sold their limbs and their organs just to have money for food or for housing. One of my pack members cries herself to sleep every night because she had to give up her baby just to afford an operation she needed to save her life.”

Tucking his hands behind his head as hd laid sprawled out on the couch, he stared blankly up at the ceiling, the half-eaten donut he’d walked in with resting on his chest. “I think desperation is like a pit. It has to have a limit somewhere, but man… it’s so deep sometimes that you’d never know where the bottom is unless you ended up falling into it yourself.” A moment of silence passed as he bit his lip before speaking up again. “But I also think the actual depth of the pit depends on the person. Like my pit is probably a lot more shallow compared to the people who have had to give up way more just to crawl out of it.”

He sighed, shaking his head a bit. “And I here I am, bitching and whining just because my dad holds my leash a bit too tight. I suppose I should just be grateful to be able to crawl out of my window when he grounds me. Be thankful that I have a bike to ride on and woods to run and hide in whenever he gets mad at me for my unbecoming behavior. I should be grateful that I’ve lived long enough for my dad to lecture me on following in his footsteps. I should be grateful he cares so much. But it feels like all he does it talk at me. Not to me. And that just makes me feel guiltier about not doing what he expects of me. My desperation pit is shallow, but I swear it’s lined with mud because every time I feel like I’m making progress getting out it feels like I slip right back in and sink down into the bottom. It sucks.”

[iregretncthing]

“it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive.” - Faye

The Dude thought about that sentence for a moment. He hummed. He reached to scratch his chin.

"You know what. I have to agree. It seems that always someone out there wants me dead, I drink booze and abuse drugs regularly and I think my mind is all fucked up. Come to think of it, I might actually be a bigger threat to myself than anyone else."

A pause. The ginger realized how much he had just rambled out of nowhere. His head turned to look at the stranger. "Wait. Who are you again?"

[susperfectus-a]

@audaciious:

Predatory eyes remained on him as her fingers flexed and relaxed around the stock of the gun. His movements were slow and calculated since her offer as if not to alarm her animalistic mind that she had a reason to shoot. The suspense began to stiffen in her joints and muscles, tension building until a faux rigor mortis kept her as still as a statue. Her only sign of life was the occasional blink and the soft, even rise and fall of her chest. He came to his decision and it was a wise one to accept her as a new employee and to allow him the privacy and protection he so desperately needed during his surgeries.

          “Rat?” Her lips formed the words as it fell off her tongue like a heavy brick. Name calling should’ve been left for another time but he was no ordinary man. Hell, he wasn’t even considered “normal” among the villains that scurried about, stealing, killing, and destroying. He was a creator with a twisted mind that was polluted with an unknown knowledge that forced the machine to work in an unimaginable way.

     The weapon remained locked on him as he approached the cabinet but it never fired. As peculiar as he was, she didn’t fear him trying anything so soon. The whiskey bottle came as a relief, she she predicted, he was smarter than most gave credit for. From what little she knew, he was considered insane and diabolical – at least by her current employer and his inner circle.

          “I’m as likely to bite the hand as I am to take it. Fresh blood is far more delicious than old coagulated blood filled with pus and stale gas. But it depends on what’s in the other hand.”

     There was a pause as she wondered how he’d take her response and if it’d be worth the risk for him.

           “For the right price I’ll strut around in a bikini,” she replied, the corner of her mouth twitching upward slightly. While loyalty was the valued above all else, money was a huge motivator as well. With his counter offer, the gun’s safety is flicked on and it’s placed back in its holster, still hungry for blood.

           “Done,” she respond before holding out a bare hand. She’d have taken a single dollar more than what she was being paid due to her disdain and distaste for her current boss but being paid double was even better. He needn’t say anything further. “Pleased for the change now all that I ask is how would you like it done? I’m not shy when it comes to slow torture or if you’d prefer it quick I can do that as well. Or if you’d like it done yourself I can bring him in. I adapt to client needs.”

Tongue wandering around like a fat worm peeking out of a fistula, he takes his time to think over the alternative she offers. Oh, fuck. This city has no idea what’s crawled up its ass. Twenty-five grand isn’t enough to kill the omniscient brain of his, he can smell them coming. She’s got the stench of a gutter on her, just the smell he is looking for. Little fox in a sty, came for the chicken, she will be the cancer cell to take over the system.

He takes another swig.

“Oh honey. You’re not tall enough to do make-up for those who strut around in a bikini.”

Ugly, just like the rest of them. Nothing is sadder than an ugly woman. All she needs is a little fixin’, and he is about to suggest Ilizarov apparatus when she makes an offer of her own. He likes an assistant who doubles as a waiter. Pyg cards through his library of recipes, turns the mental image this way and that.

“You have to understand one thing, little rat,” his admonishing finger stabs the air as he approaches her, now that the hydra tells him it’s fine, it’s okay, the worst she’s gonna do is hit him. All these thick-skulled hyenas think it should work on anyone. But Pyg isn’t just anyone. He’s the ascent and the throne and the crown, “We do not kill. We do not torture. We fix people.” 

Walking past her into the anteroom, he frivolously waves his hand, gesturing to her to sit at the front of the table. Rummages around in a safe, pulls out a package of crackers and turns on the electric kettle. It roars to life, and he bites on the cookie with a flourish.

“You, for example. I look at you and can see your whole run through the maze. You’ll have a deep crease between your eyebrows by the time you’re 35. By forty your jowls will start to form. English-speaking females tend to get vertical wrinkles on their lips because they overpronounce the sound [m]. I could save you from all of that.”

He cocks his head, muttering to himself the approximate measurements and drawing puncture lines on her with his mind.

“Big breasts are a wonderful asset when you’re 17. When you’re approaching 30 they start sagging, just like your ass. Understand now, that I am offering a favor for a favor. Little improvements that no one will be able to tell apart from mother nature’s mercy.”

Slumping into the chair opposite her, he domes his fingers, looking at her hard and long.

“Furthermore, I can give you a face that will never be touched by age. And you will die beautiful. It only comes off the bone along with the skin and muscles.”

Jerking a nod at one of the dollotrons, he puts one leg on another.

“Well?”

[vendettacanons]

⚔️ what is your place in the royal court? ⚔️

THE BREATHER

the jester.

the jester. you spark humor wherever you wander, always seeking to brighten a room with the roar of laughter. but, you are no fool. you have seen the pain in the world, and you would give anything to keep others from feeling it, too. though, humor is a balm, not a cure. take care you do not merely conceal your tragedy beneath a smile.

TAGGED BY: @audaciious​

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