#devilscheck ; threads

[robinav1tch]

[ TXT, @devilscheck ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[txt: Jen] Well nothing is more important than you

[txt: Jen] But I am charting right now.

[txt: Jen] Is this your way of telling me to stop?

[rayofsunshinc]

starter for @devilscheck | Dominic & Jennifer

It was supposed to be another quiet night — just Dominic, a stack of old case files, and the dull hum of the desk lamp. But sure enough, when he looked out the window, there she was, leaning against his car in the half-lit parking lot. He huffed, rising from the chair to meet her outside.

❝Jennifer.❞ There was a slight chill in the air, unnaturally heavy. ❝Why does it seem like always show up right before everything goes to hell?❞

[velven1th]

[ ache ] sender kisses receiver like they’re trying not to fall apart

It hit like hunger. Not lust—hunger. Something desperate and hollowing, teeth-bared emotion dressed up as touch.

One second she was looking at him like she hated that she needed him, like she was trying to kill the ache with something prettier. The next, her mouth was on his, fierce—not gentle, not slow, but a goddamn warning wrapped in devastation.

She kissed like she was burning alive and thought maybe he could put the fire out. And Luc—he froze for half a second. Not out of shock. Out of recognition.

Because he knew that kind of kiss. The kind you give when you're on the edge and one more thing might shatter you. The kind he’d given her once, long ago, after blood and betrayal and silence had cut deeper than blades ever could.

So he didn’t push her away. Didn’t question it.

He kissed her back like he understood, like he wasn’t afraid of whatever monster she thought she’d become. One hand curled behind her neck, the other bracing her ribs like she might split down the middle if he didn’t hold tight enough.

When she finally pulled back, breathing ragged, lips red with both their sins, he didn’t ask if she was okay. He just said—soft, but not weak: “…You don’t have to be stronger than this right now.”

And in the quiet that followed, Luc didn’t let go. Didn’t run. Didn’t promise it would get easier. He just stayed. Fangs and all.

[narrativeobsession]

@devilscheck // plotted

It's not as hot as it gets in Tucson, Arizona, but it's hot enough that tempers are starting to flare. For Cove, who grew up in the South and was used to humidity, it was a new kind of hell. It felt like he was being baked in an oven every time he stepped outside. The searing heat of the sun threatened to cook his skin if he dared not apply sunscreen between classes to walk from building to building, which is what he's doing when Jennifer approaches.

"hey." He nods, brow furrowed at the expression on her face. "...s-something... wrong?"

Cove runs through his mental checklist, trying to figure out what exactly might be the matter when it hits him. He feels his stomach grow tight. His face remains calm but he can already feel his anxiety spiking and spiking high.

"i-i forgot. t-to email you m-my part of the partner assignment." He knows that has to be it. He knows. He's just... Had a lot on his mind lately. He sighs. "i'm sorry. it's d-done, i promise it's done, i'll s-send it over as soon as i g-get back to my apartment."

[macrodatum]

Jennifer rarely put out effort for someone else, it took time to get through her the stone walls she protected herself with. Yet she couldn't seem to shake the idea of his birthday, the need to try to do something that showed that she cared. One candle sat in the middle of a store bought cake, saving him the terror of her baking. "You totally can't laugh," she hummed as she walked him into the room. "Like if you laugh, I will instantly perish and then you're going to have to eat all the cake yourself-" // @devilscheck

"Why do you keep thinking I'll laugh?" Mark asked, taking steady steps forward and stopping only when Jennifer told him to. It was a wonder they had managed to get him blindfolded at all, but since getting out of the Jigsaw Killer's trap, Mark was sure there was nothing they couldn't clear as long as they were together.

Once you bled ten pints of blood with someone, tying a blindfold together with two hands between you was child's play.

"I'm more excited than anything, promise. Now let me see--"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Jennifer pulled the blindfold loose.

Surprise, that said, was an understatement.

He'd told Jennifer his birthday before, and at the time believed it would compute as nothing more than a passing thought. Seeing the cake and the candle, though, made his chest tighten at the same time his expression softened. She made an effort to remember... then made an effort to celebrate.

Mark turned in an attempt to catch her gaze, and whether Jennifer returned it or not, his mouth was pulling into a smile. He reached down with his good hand to take hers, then tugged gently to lead her to the cake in the middle of the room.

"I love it," he said, not an ounce of teasing between them. "Thank you.

"But, uh..." He ducked his head slightly, sheepish. "I'd love it more if you shared it with me...?"

After all, they were meant to do things together. Mark was more certain of it now than ever before.

[graverises]

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜ (Frank)

THIN PATIENCE MEETS BAD TEMPER: the deadliest of concoctions --- one that frank knows intimately. it's hardwired into his psyche, the ire flaming every inch of his skin to the point where he damn near wants to crawl right out of it. not even the sharpest of claws could rid him of this torment. it festers, deep within his bones, like an infected wound turned septic. ( do you even remember a time where you weren’t living on the precipice of unleashing this lethal rage within? ). @devilscheck seems to be catching on quickly to this facade, making it her mission to press his buttons in all the right places. it’s predictable, really, the way his jaw locks instantly when her buttery voice hits his ears, calloused fingers twirling the swiss army knife in his hand.

“ what the fuck would that solve? ” he retorts with a bite, deadpan in his delivery as their eyes lock with a palpable intensity. that tension she speaks of amplifies tenfold, pulling him in closer, against his better judgement. he takes a single step forward, and then another, closing the distance until his shadow is swallowed by the ghost of her silhouette. god damnit, her magnetism is so fucking irritating. “ you and i both know that it still wouldn’t change a fucking thing. ”

RIVALS TO LOVERS SENTENCE STARTERS. accepting.

[ohstorm]

they'd   been   doin'   this   for   some   months   now.         the   arrangement,   that   is.      the   awkwardness   had   nearly   faded   between   them   when   they   were   alone.      they   could   talk,      a   little.         their   lives   were   different,      but   it   was   nice   to   have   a   friend.         especially   one   that   understands   just   how…         annoying   the   dating   scene   is   right   now.         ear   is   pressed   to   his   phone   as   he   tugs   on   his   suit   jacket      –      they   were   supposed   to   leave   in   an   hour   for   his   parent's   dinner      &      he   hadn't   heard   from   her   at   all   since   earlier   that   morning.         he   was   starting   to   panic.         ❝         goddammit   ,      jen   …         please   pick   up   the   phone.         ❞         he   mutters   into   the   speaker   as   the   incessant   ringing   tone   continues.          / @devilscheck

[robinav1tch]

@devilscheck | sender kisses receiver to distract them.

michael hears her walk into his living room, but he doesn't look up just yet– he's on a pretty exciting passage of the book he's been reading, and he'll put it down in one second, he swears. the couch cushions dip just slightly as he feels jennifer settle beside him and he reaches absently to rest a hand on her knee. he's about to make some mumbled excuse when her fingertips slide into his field of vision, gently pushing the book down into his lap.

and while he might ordinarily have protested, he can't help but smile as she presses her lips to his. the book is laid haphazardly open over the arm of the couch in the hopes that it'll keep his place as robby lifts a hand to rest against jennifer's cheek. "hi," he murmurs when she pulls away. "am i falling down on the boyfriend job?"

[velven1th]

[  BUILD UP  ]  muses are kissing and it naturally begins to get more heated and intimate than they’ve ever taken it before. 

Luc kisses like a man who didn’t think he’d ever get to again.

Like he’s afraid to break the moment, or her .... but still hungry enough to press in deeper anyway. It starts slow, always. His hand on her hip, steady. The kind of kiss that says we don’t have to rush this. But when her hands slide into his shirt, when her mouth parts just a little wider beneath his, something in him shudders.

That control he wears like a second skin — cracks.

His hand moves. Thumb at her jaw. Palm sliding up her back. The kiss turns urgent. Messier. Teeth click. Breath shortens. He kisses her like the world isn’t watching, like it’s never watched him before. And when they finally part just barely, his forehead rests against hers, jaw tight like he’s fighting the urge to keep going.

“This isn’t what I planned,” he breathes, voice low and frayed. “But I’m not sorry.”

There’s something primal in the way he looks at her like she’s not just fire, but a whole fucking forest ablaze. Like he’s starving and she’s the only thing in this world that could ever satisfy it.

And he hasn’t even touched her properly... yet.

[rayofsunshinc]

starter for @devilscheck | Dan & Jennifer

Dan had always been good at reading people, sensing the presence of darkness in places where others might not see it. But Jennifer? She was different. A strange, intense presence in a town too small to hide its secrets. He could feel her darkness as soon as she walked into the room.

But he wasn’t here to judge. He wasn't sure why he'd come here. Maybe it was the way her energy felt … dangerous, alluring. Or maybe it was because something about her reminded him of himself, of the darkness that had followed him through every town, every step he took, every breath he made.

❝Mind if I sit?❞ He asked softly, his gaze meeting hers, as if testing the waters.

[arch-slash]

she deserves justice. peace. just like every other victim john kramer has had. he knows that people have said she's lucky to be alive, but parker understands why she might not feel that way. she has to live with the trauma, now, the nightmares and the never feeling safe. of course parker wanted to put an end to the legacy of jigsaw, but more than that, he wanted to help jennifer, whom he'd grown close to over their time working together. completely unprofessional and unorthodox, but agent nash had never been one to follow rules, nor did he give a shit about societal norms. in a rare act of softness, he reaches forward and takes jennifer's hand, squeezing it comfortingly. 'breathe. he can't hurt you right now, not while i'm here,' @devilscheck.

[theknifeinyou]

@devilscheck wanted a starter from jacoby

"I can explain," he said, trying to hide his hands that were covered in blood behind his back. "I stumbled on the body, literally and fell right into it." Was that believable? Probably not but last resort he could just run.

[redemptioninterlude]

@devilscheck - jennifer gets a new follower starter !

all hail the TEENAGED GIRL!

and all of her inconsistencies, her troubles, her highs and her lows, the way that a new tube of lipgloss could change the course of an entire day, or the envy inspired by the toss of someone's body-spray infused hair. that everything is troubling and dramatic, and that days and weeks feel like forever, that months and a year are an ETERNITY, and that above all else, high school was all there was within their field of view.

colour guard had been alice's idea. she wasn't exactly as lose with jennifer as needy was, but, they were, as they so solemnly announced, sandbox friends. the sort that don't die, and, alice finds herself FASCINATED by it all, as the girl who moved too much and came into this school halfway through junior year, it's just.. sort of beautiful. did anybody else feel that way?

"you disappeared last night after the fire." alice's gaze cuts over to jennifer, who looks... well, just straight up not good today. there's a pause... the notes of her own accent tugging and pulling, proper british english about the edges of her words making her seem all the more formal for it, despite that girlish grin on her face. "... do you want a sweet n' salty bar? you look KIND OF HUNGRY. we have a game later, can't have you feeling ill!"

- @devilscheck

[velven1th]

❝ i feel like i can breathe when i’m with you. ❞

Luc stilled.

It was the kind of sentence that should’ve made him look away—too raw, too honest, the kind of thing people said when they didn’t realize what it meant to him. But she said it anyway, and she said it like it mattered.

His eyes didn’t leave hers. If anything, they sharpened—focused in that quiet, disarming way of his, like she’d just peeled back something inside him without even trying.

“…Don’t say that,” he said softly, almost a warning. Almost.

His hand found hers—fingers ghosting over knuckles like he wasn’t sure he had the right, but needed to anyway. A grounding thing. A tether.

“You don’t know what that does to me.”

There wasn’t a smirk. No teasing lilt. Just Luc, bare for a breath, voice low and edged with something bruised.

“I spend most of my time trying not to take air from people, Jennifer. And then you go and say something like that.” A pause. His thumb traced a slow, steady line along the back of her hand.

“…And I'm the one who forgets about breathing.”

[macrodatum]

au list.

mainverse: set in severance canon, untagged. any threads exploring minor canon divergence in his history also go here. as long as mark is doing things that can believably be done as an employee of lumon industries, it goes in his mainverse.

no lumon au: tag pending. the death of gemma leaves mark too devastated to continue work as a professor at ganz college. though the idea of working a severed job at lumon tempts him, in the end mark starts running a secondhand bookstore with his best friend, peter kilmer, instead.

permanent innie au: #permainnie. mark s. is lumon's golden boy at macrodata refinement, and is so good at it he's all they need to accomplish mysterious and important work. upon being hired, mark scout opted to sleep forever, so mark s. is awake 24/7 in lumon's basement instead.

physical refiner au: #visceral qualities. mark refines the four tempers of human souls for lumon industries in a very physical way. cw for body horror, tentacles, monster sex, whatever.

modern fantasy au: tag pending. info page pending. in his studies of history, mark discovers magic, its subsets of light and dark magic, and the societies dedicated to keeping the balance between them. as he makes discoveries hidden beneath the veneer of the real world, it changes him inside, so much so that an uncontrollable surge of power creates a severed version of him: proficient in ancient, dimensional magic in ways his regular self can't handle.

vampire au: #laws of equivalence. info page pending.

high fantasy au: #heavy is the crown. info page pending.

psl list.

it's not living if it's not with you: private verse with @bloodypuzzle. mark has gone through the trials and tribulations of graduate school, fatherhood, and some murder on the side with the reptilian love of his life. nobody dies (except some shady fucks and child abusers) and everything is all right.

my rot is as hungry as me: private verse with @dandylionsden's nealie. after losing his parents and his sister in swift succession, loneliness drives mark to take all his rage and misery out on his sister's best friend-- who he is, incidentally, also in love with.

the more it hurts the less it shows: private verse with @stingslikeabee. mark is the human predator, a sideshow freak who sold himself to the circus at a young age to get money for his family. he's polite enough when sober, but near feral in the wake of violence.

if they ask me i'm with you: private verse with @thisiamowed. after the overtime contingency, mark goes through with quitting his job at lumon. harmony asks him to run away with her, and he says yes. and continues to say yes, over and over and over again.

it's you i welcome death with: private verse with @devilscheck. foolish, selfish decisions turn college student mark scout into a player in one of the infamous jigsaw killer's games. but in every raincloud there's a silver lining, and his comes in the form of surviving with jennifer check. together.

[arch-slash]

'if you weigh 140 pounds wet, you gotta have an attitude — a big attitude,' @devilscheck.