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とあるIF × デュラララ

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🌸CUTE DRESS🌸

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➹ Nino from ACCA 13 Ku Kanatsu Ka [ @thewolfisawake ] FC Meme (transferred from the other page)

Name: Ethan Ambrose Species: Human Age/birthday: 25 / January 22nd Children: None Hair: Teal green Eyes: amber Height: 5′11 Orientation: Hetero / Single Occupation: Salesman for the Moretti’s

Bio: Ethan, Remi, and Ryder are all the cousins of the Bennett siblings. However, none of the Bennett’s even know they have any living family left. Their grandparents, back before any of the siblings were born, disowned the cousin’s parents the moment they found out their involvement with the Moretti’s. It started with the Ambrose siblings father, Jared. He was involved with the Moretti’s long before he met their mother, Nora but it wasn’t until after he met their mother that the grandparents found out about what he truly does. Once the two were married, she ended up being dragged into the mess with the mafia as well and though the risks were high, both were far too greedy to stop even after she became pregnant with Ryder. Jared was the one who offered the deal to the Bennett’s parents of borrowing the money so that they could open the dinner.

Jared taught Ethan all that he knew and eventually, he became a salesman for the Moretti’s himself. He sells anything and everything for the family, truly holds no remorse knowing well how his deals tend to tear their lives apart. All he cares about his getting his cut of the profit he brings in. Though none of the Bennett siblings know of the Ambrose children, Ethan and the others all know of them. Ethan truly doesn’t care about them but Remi and Ryder both do. All Ethan cares about is his job, his bank account, and his cars.

Name: Remi Ambrose Species: Human Age/birthday: 23 / April 19th Children: None Hair: Green Eyes: amber Height: 5′7 Orientation: Demisexual / Demiromantic / Single Occupation: Gas station clerk and florist 

Bio: Remi is the complete opposite of her brothers. Even with everyone in her family involved with the Moretti’s, she went out of her way to remain as far from them as she could and the moment she was old enough, she left home and left no trace behind of where she went. She wanted nothing to do with Ethan or her parents. Ryder is the only one who she’s willing to speak with, mostly because even though he is involved with the Moretti’s himself, all he does is fly their jet for them. He doesn’t have the same blood on his hands and wreckage left behind in his wake everywhere that he goes like Ethan and Jared. 

At one point, she used to clean houses with the mom of a friend from high school before she dropped out but when one of those times she found out that the house she was cleaning belonged to Edward Moretti himself, and that he just so happened to be there when she showed up with a look in his eyes that sent a bone-chilling shiver down her spine, she quit and ran off once more. Now she works at a corner gas station on the night shift and a flower shop during the day just to make enough to support herself. In the end, no matter how much she struggles, it doesn’t matter because anything is better than working for that family.

Name: Ryder Ambrose Species: Human Age/birthday: 27 / September 20th Children: None Hair: Green Eyes: amber Height: 6′2 Orientation: Pansexual / Demiromantic / Single Occupation: Private Pilot hired mostly for the Moretti’s

Bio: Ryder is the cool and calm, collected brother of the three. He does what he needs to survive and though he makes more than enough money to support himself without the jobs from the Moretti’s, he doesn’t mind working for them either. Personally, so long as his hands remain clean, he’s willing to fly them anywhere they wish. It did upset him to see his sister run off the way she did and he misses her more often than he lets show but he keeps up the facade to avoid drawing either his father’s or Ethan’s attention back to her. He’s tried on several occasions to help her out, giving her cash of anything for support but she never accepts it. In the end, the most she’ll let him do is occasionally call to check up on her.

Because of his job, he’s been all over the world and he truly loves what he does no matter who he is flying. Being the oldest he always felt responsible for the other two siblings and the guilt weighs heavily on him from the fact that he’s unable to help either of them.

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Langa Hasegawa

⇢ Happy Belated Birthday Nikki! @missmakaalbarns

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🍃 ~Sage board~ 🍃

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★ — vintage skateboard moodboard requested by @collieflower215

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Ace of Diamond! ⚾️

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( @lunarxdaydream​ ) asked:  “Surprise Me!” (Anki)

Send “surprise me!” for the mun to make a starter using a random muse // Still accepting

Too many times men liked to stand around and watch. Too many times they bothered her students, used her class as some sort of pathetic entertainment and she wasn’t having it. Not again. They always seemed to have a thing for watching women train and the idea disgusted the blond to no end. She didn’t want to worry the class so she waited as patiently as she could for the class to end. This is exactly why more women need this sort of class. For men like that.

Without hesitation, the moment the women left, she approached the male standing there. Dark hair, vivid eyes a reminder of another man she’d want nothing more than the chance to punch in this moment and release some stress but that thought was quickly brushed aside. “Hey buddy, what? Is this your kink or something?” She didn’t even care to wonder if he had been there for another reason, that it could have been mere coincidence. All she saw was red.

“It’s sick fucks like you that I have to hold classes like this.” She took a step closer, soft blue eyes shimmering with rage as hands clench into fists. “Come around again and it’ll be the last damn thing you do, you hear me?”

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕗

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:  Taylor Bennett     ᴀɢᴇ/ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 24 / August 12th   ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: Human ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ/ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: Cis Female / she, her ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bisexual / Demiromantic ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ/ʜᴀɪʀ/ᴇʏᴇꜱ: 5′5 / Green / Amber   ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ/ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:  Taken / unavailable

ʙɪᴏ:

Taylor is a fun and friendly girl, passionate and understanding. She is the younger twin in the Bennett family and works as the cook to their family diner. She’s very easy going and tends to like most things that others would call her a nerd/dork/geek for. She has a side to her that is fierce and protective, willing to do anything to protect the ones she cares about and is very close to all of her five of her siblings. They lost their parents not long ago in an accident and the Bennett siblings are doing everything that they can to tend to the house, the diner and each other in their parents absence.

She lives a relatively happy life. Has several very good friends that she cares deeply for and a boyfriend that she’s head over heels for. She has plans for the future, is motivated and can get agitated if something (especially her kitchen) is disorganized. She likes order, being in control, and doesn’t like sitting still for too long, She is the type to always feel as if there is something she should be doing.

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Alayna’s townhome:

Alayna likes a very cute and warm feeling home. She has two bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms as well as a small backyard that is pretty simple with just a little  garden and a patio off her bedroom that overlooks it. First walking in, you come to the cozy living room with shelves lined with books. The home is very open so you can see the dining room and kitchen from the door. The half bathroom is on the first floor right off the living room just past the stairs leading up. The hall is lined with fashion magazines covers and photos of her with her favorite authors. There are very few family photos around. The master bedroom is all the way at the end of the hall furthest from the stairs and is the first bedroom shown with the white headboard. The master bath with the white vanity is connected to it. Between the master and the guest bedroom is the second full bathroom with the gray scheme and while the guest bedroom hasn’t been used in a while, she always keeps it ready just in case. Her writing desk is in the living room where she feels most comfortable and every room has at least one shelf dedicated to books. Each bedroom has it’s own closet but the guest bedroom one is mostly used for storage.

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&   /  /  SACHIKO     :     THE    QUEEN    BITCH    wasn’t very    keen     on opening the doors to her team to     just about anyone .    She was surrounded by geniuses in their own rights , and she already knew that their loyalty laid with her — not the law they served ; a law that she had learned to be     corrupt    and     selfish    when put in the wrong hands . No one on her team questioned her actions , and knew she was acting for the betterment of the case . Now , on a moral scale , Sachi has always been     gray . She knew that sometimes , rules are meant to be broken . If it came to survival and the law , the former     always    won out for her . But not everyone saw things the way she did .

Even before her death and      new power     fell into her lap , Sachi had always been a force not to be reckoned with . She was     dangerous ,    and one of the best . Which was why …

Irritation crossed her features when she noted the time and the lack of a      visit     from someone she     all but demanded    for . Of course , her partner had told her that      this wasn’t how you made friends ,     but she opted to ignore Collin , as she tends to do .

It wasn’t until almost     ten minutes later     did she finish her own work , and therefore , made her way to the front of the station . She paused , noticing the blonde     lounging     in his chair . Now , had he      simply gone home ,      perhaps she wouldn’t be so irritable . But seeing him there seemed almost    mocking    in nature and she grit her teeth .

Another cop noticed her and quickly scurried off , not wanting to get his head bit off by association . Turning to the man , she gripped the strap of her purse and     threw     it at him , aimed for the face . Upon impact (    MAY IT BE BY HIS FACE , HANDS , OR WHATEVER ,     ) she yanked her bag back by the strap once more , like a yo-yo , she glared down at him .

“In case you haven’t heard : you’re     working for me     now , at least for your next case , so when I call for you … You better make sure to answer . Now get off your ass and come with me . “  

Seth was the furthest thing you’d find from the perfect detective. He drank too much, smoked too much and had a rage burning within him that nothing could truly sedate. Nothing other than the one thing that had seemed impossible after all these years. But even he, never would react violently towards one of his coworkers. No matter how much they annoyed him. Then again, he did purposely go against an order, even if it was as disrespectfully given as that. 

His superiors all knew his story. Even the greenist uniform knew it because that was the gossip. Even now. His story was a story for all to mourn. Some of those still around were here when Layla. Had been friends with her. Attended their wedding and baby shower. Yet now he barely spoke to them. Could barely look any of them in the eye if it weren’t work related. He hated it.

Every time he closed his eyes, those memories replayed. From the moment they first met to the last time he saw her. And the moment he felt the hard smack of leather against his face, he was almost grateful to be able to pass over the final scene. The one that would always haunt him for the rest of life. Almost.

“What the fu-” hat and cigarettes fall to the floor as he sat up. Ink stained fingers rub against the steadily reddening skin of his face as green eyes glare up at the woman. ‘Working for her’? What kind of bullshit was this? They knew he didn’t work with anyone. That’s why he hasn’t had a partner in years. That’s why no rookie has trained under him. He worked better alone. Especially not when the one he was going to be working with reacted like this.

“Since when is it right for a so-called boss to assault the one working them?” He stands, callused fingers brushing back blond locks from his face before bending down to retrieve his possessions. “And you certainly wouldn’t be the first I’ve put behind bars in this damn station.” Fingers itched for a smoke and who was he to deny himself? His back turned to her, heading towards the back door. “You can have your talk with me when I’m finished a smoke. Until them, I’m still off the clock and not your property.”