#guttersniper

[vitalphenomena]

@guttersniper

<<I've never smoked a cigarette before. And I only had weed once. I'm probably the lamest teenage girl in this city.>>

[gildedlife]

@guttersniper liked.

sir john would not have wished it this way, james tells himself. he doesn’t know whether he’s motivated onward or backward by the notion, evident as it is now that sir john was a man of questionable judgment and inaction. still, james is grieved by the loss of him, therefore finds discomfort in contradicting him so.

the apprehension is plain on his face when he calls forth young mutt: he recognizes his capabilities as being superior to his own at a similar age, but were sir john making the call, he’d see him as a child. little more.

‘ seaman mutt, ’ james commands, training his expression into a professional neutrality, although he’s lately been too on edge to fool many of his crew. ‘ collect your overthings and walk with me to terror. ’

[freekzout]

@guttersniper

"--what? oh. yes. they're my mother's."

[moonrevolutions]

moon prism music!

°✩₊˚.⋆ @guttersniper. meme. still accepting!

⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ chicago / ❝25 or 6 to 4.❞

searching for the break of day / searching for something to say / dancing lights against the sky / giving up, i close my eyes / sitting cross-legged on the floor / 25 or six to four.

before i say anything about why this reminds me of ur blog!!! i used to perform this song in a jazz ensemble and i used to hear it played a lot too and i have done everything from fist fight, cocaine binge, and drink heavily to this 'un this song is a steadfast in my life so it's special!!

whew yea jazz rock!!! anyway imagine mutt sitting on a rooftop, peeling an apple w. a knife... this is playing below from the building. it's a shitty, bootleg ass dive. there's a night market across the street, the night is very active. hes just watching.

i have yet to find a song that ends with such a beautiful horn segment.

[eulogier]

@GUTTERSNIPER / DON'T GET FRESH.

andy shoots him a glare with all the ferocity she can muster   —   it would be a lot,   were she not dripping wet and still catching her breath.   ❛   d'you wanna get in?   ❜   she asks sharply,   spitting a piece of algae from her mouth,   but continuing before he gets the chance to answer,   ❛   that's what i thought.   ❜  

it's not an especially smooth action,   hooking one leg over the little wooden rowboat they've hijacked and hauling herself over the edge.   she doesn't like the water.   really doesn't like the water.   as mutt has chosen to point out,   it's made her especially bitter.   the boat wobbles but she manages to get into it without sending them both under,   if mutt gets a little wet too,   so be it.

they're heading west,   chasing the sun in the sky as it falls,   chasing joe and nicky before they start worrying.   she's sure they'll be fine   —   they've done plenty of waiting for both andy and mutt respectively.   ❛   we should have just done the fucking car chase.   ❜  

[zeveth]

@guttersniper​ said “in my experience, those who are truly dangerous don’t act like they are.”

she leans back. when she asks the question, "and... what is your experience?" it comes entirely without any loftiness held over mutt's young age. her head is tilted and her expression, if not a little curious, is entirely neutral. she knows well enough by now that he has seen lifetimes more of the universe than many of starfleet's brightest graduated ensigns; he demonstrates as much in his powers of observation alone, but she has never heard much about the source of that uncanny wisdom.

belatedly, she remembers that humans can be a little sensitive about these things, about their pasts. they don't often want to talk about it, or consider such questions invasive.

she shakes her head. "i apologise. it's just... the founders. they professed to love us, that they had saved us from obscurity. you might be able to see how i could not agree more."

[curiosityshop]

“I think,” comes Holmes’ gentle intonation, “there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge. I have made up my mind.”

He stands from his chair, crossing to @guttersniper . He considers the boy for a long moment before crouching down and laying a hand on his shoulder, offering a soft, tender smile.

“My sympathies are with the criminal rather than with the victim, and I will not handle this case.”

His free hand comes up to thumb away a smidge of dirt on his cheek.

“Come. A bath, a hot meal, and a night by the fire, I think.”

[moonglittering]

☀ share a few if u want i love being a hater

✨ @guttersniper. meme. still accepting!

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

some of these motherfuckers out here will have the ugliest, most unreadable google docs and carrds i have ever seen in my fucking life . i swear to god i will open a carrd wanting to read a rules page and get met with bolded Impact font in 4.5px size as if anyone can read that shit. what's the use in that??? i hope everyone breaks your rules. every single one. just so you learn to make a rules page that isn't complete fuckin ass. like thanks for giving me permission to disrespect you. maybe i can disrespect you into good design choices. put that on ur dni list.

a lot of formatting on the most simple of posts. why are you making one-liners with formatted text, a banner, a divider, and a 20 x 20 icon. cut that shit out. you don't have to conceal the fact u cant write because i see all ur bombast and its broadcasted loud and clear.

i hate lyric starters because none of them make sense. your muse does not speak like hozier, stop it. i think certain lyricists do work for this but since im met with butt cheek ass music taste everywhere i turn, i never see it. literally no one is saying ' i was born in a dark forest with chicken noodle soup in my blood and the sun is dead to me because i killed it ' cut. that. shit. out. barely any of them fit any context for... anything? ever. have an original thought and cut that shit out. it's ridiculous.

[hungryyheart]

@guttersniper said: that whole razor blade in the apple thing was an urban myth.

"wait. you're telling me my catholic grandmother was fearmongering?"

[moonspower]

🔥🔥 clear ur throat

✨ @guttersniper. meme. still accepting!

🔥 hell nah at them psas that are like: reblog this if ur a shy untalented potato that's too scared and anxious to approach mutuals because theyre cooler.

there's nothing cute about that. and there's nothing cute about being an adult and being like that. stop it. the minute u pull that outta ur ass i already kno u aint shit as a writer for real. there's nothing cute about putting yourself down constantly and then praising everyone else

and im not talking about people who get insecure sometimes and need some reassurance because tbh we're our own worst critics and its ok to not feel good at ur own creation or ur groove. that's fine.

what im talking about is just a constant, unnecessary flood of self-flagellation that. does. not. stop. those little posts from popular resource blogs that do that shit dont help in developing a healthy relationship with urself as a writer. cut. that. shit. out. those blogs are fishing for notes and prey on people's anxieties for ass pats because its not like they dont get enough attention for making shitty ass lyric starters that get a gazillion notes.

you better log on and pretend ur the best thing since god.

if u dont feel that way for real then pretend. ur already logged on pretending to be a fictional person.

🔥 this isnt even unpopular opinions at this point this is just faxx so. there's no problem in doing things within ur skillset that's not big and fancy. like i'll go to a solo chara blog with a google doc and it'll have a huuuuuge template meant for a multi and u will see so much lorem ipsum filler text and at that point u might as well just make a regular tumblr page like /about. it's ok to not blend in with all the cool kids and make it harder for urself. if u rly wanna be like the cool kids, practice that stuff in privacy and then show us all what uve learned.

[vitalphenomena]

@guttersniper said: you've got a one-track mind.

Cain laughs harshly. He’s remarkably put-off.

As a professor, as a part-time yet incredibly devoted resident of Kieran’s community, Cain has grown accustomed to a certain age range, a certain type of person. And he’s almost allowed himself to forget that other people exist — people even younger than his students, people even more precocious than Kieran’s darling little flings. 

“Do you talk to your parents like this?” He anticipates a sob story. 

[spxnglr]

❝ Sir, at the risk of sounding patronising, remaining within the vicinity of the entire block tonight will be particularly dangerous. I suggest you move on further downtown. ❞

@guttersniper || 𝚂𝙲.

[oddlies]

@guttersniper liked for a beppe starter !

“I’ll give you one thing, kid,” Giuseppe started, looking over Mutt’s watch, “you got yourself a smart head, coming to me. I can fix this up real quick.”

It wasn’t too hard a fix, it seemed mostly dented up, but perhaps a new battery could help, too.“You drop it or something?” He asks, lifting a brow as he glances his way. “It’s a lil dented from the looks of it, but it’s still gonna work. Glad the glass ain’t broken.”

[procycn]

@guttersniper ✹ ✹ ✹ challenge accepted !

ONE TINY HAND FREEZES over the wall panel he's attempting to pry some loose wiring && metal pieces from. fuzzy ears twitch at the sound of approaching footsteps && he calculates who from they could belong to by echo alone, coming to the conclusion that it's no one from his team ; the sound is heavy, but in a clunky way, like the boots on their feet are too big. at least this means he's not going to get chewed out by quill for pilfering their hosts' machinery.

glancing slightly over his shoulder, rocket discerns quickly that the person standing behind him now isn't much taller than he is — maybe a foot, foot && a half at best, && he relaxes slightly, turning around slowly with his hands raised, but not before managing to slip a little copper bolt into his pocket.

"well," he says with a smirk, upon fully seeing the boy, "don't tell me you're station security."

[empiriical]

@guttersniper / STARTER CALL.

there's a chill in the air, the early january frost sending a shiver down jacuzzi's spine. he knows he shouldn't out && about — no doubt fred, the doctor, will yell at him when he returns, but he's going stir-crazy in the makeshift hospital room, && the first snow since he arrived in town has coated the manhattan streets in a white blanket that almost reminds him of home.

his wandering takes him far from the clean && bustling fifth avenue, the home of billonaire's row, && into the side streets of the poverty-stricken lower east side.

he's not sure what's drawn him here. perhaps it simply was aimless wandering.

his legs start to ache, bullet wounds reminding him of their presence through the occasional sharp jab of pain as he walks, until he's too worn out to take another step.

glancing down a cobblestone-lined alley, jacuzzi spies a large oil drum, && beside it, a boy. a first glance makes him think of czeslaw meyer, the kid from the train, but the resemblance ends at height && approximate age. attracted to the overturned milk crates that could act as makeshift benches, jacuzzi hobbles down the dark street with his crutches.

as he approaches, two things become clear: one, the oil drum is host to a fire, && two, that fire has almost burnt out, barely smoldering coals rapidly losing heat.

"here... let me." pulling a matchbook from his back pocket, jacuzzi lights two matches && tosses them into the cylinder. immediately, the flames brighten, licking at the metal siding. he tosses the boy a smile, wincing a little as he sways on his feet, && gestures to the crates. "can i, uh....?"

[10ccs]

@guttersniper 

“it’s a nice shiner.” 

sam gestures to the mess of black and blue painting the skin around mutt’s eye, tossing a pack of frozen peas onto the desk. he knows he’s not supposed to have a kid in the bar, but they’re in the back office. whatever. 

“what’s the other kid look like?”