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Hiatus June 7th - June 12th

Ya’ll listen up. 

Yes, I have another hiatus and this one is more important since I will be away from my computer for the most time. Sorry for being so absent lately. I will try to queue as many replies as possible and will be working on the aesthetics during my 3-hour drive. 

Stay sinful, darlings. 

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“I’m going to torture you with happiness.”

(Happy Birthday @fxlsebrother // @razensky!!)

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Semi-Hiatus Notice 

May 30-June 5

Since my birthday is coming up along with a busy beginning of June, I will be taking a break from Victor and Anton until the date above. Please note that the ending date might change depending on what’s going on. 

See you sinners later. o/

Don’t miss me too much~

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aquickdisguise:

Shaking his head, Illya ran his hands through Anton’s hair.

“Unfortunately for you, I actually like them intelligent rather than tall.” A joke in the tone of his voice.

Anton mocked a pout before he craned his neck to follow Illya’s touch. He exposed his teeth in a sly grin, giving the man a shameless spank. 

“Then you are the luckiest man alive.” He teased, hissing with some hidden desire to teach this man a lesson. “Don’t give me that cunning wit of your, I bite back, you know.” 

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1000liveslived:

If there was anything Emma was good at, it was being able to weave something with half truths and double meanings. It was how she got around outright lying, how she was able to manipulate the situation should she wish to…. and she honestly hadn’t had the desire to do so until now. The stirring in her soul wasn’t something that she could ignore, especially when her friend so adamantly refused to leave the situation they were in. Looking up at Anton, she smiled a small smile… one that swiftly turned into an expression of surprise. She obviously caught onto what he was saying with ease, following along without a single problem. 

Though a moment later she did find herself laughing, falling into what he was placing before them. It was a genuine smile, despite the nerves that made her fidget just enough to notice. It allowed her otherwise average appearance to seem to shift a bit, add a beauty to her that otherwise wasn’t there. “Well now you’re just being cheesy and adorable. I’ll have to make sure to thank Victor for taking care of the party… I’m really excited,” she mused, slipping into the double meaning with absolute ease. 

Taking the pen as soon as it was placed before her, she wrote down the name and address both, “It’ll definitely be easier with my friend out of the house for the day. They live together so giving the invitation and setting it all up will be better if he isn’t there,” she mused, yet again giving the man information to it all without outright giving what they were doing away. A part of her settled into what was happened, almost accepting it all… even if it did have her gut churning with the knowledge she would be the reason for a life being taken… but she honestly found she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. 

“I do have a question though,” she began, looking up to him with an easy smile that didn’t seem to quite fit this situation, “Should my friend have another health episode-” and by episode she meant getting the shit beat out of him again “-between now and the party, I’m not so sure I can get him out of the house. Maybe I can give you a list of the places I know the boyfriend generally goes to, so you can deliver the invite to him outside of the home?”

Anton’s eyes fell into a habit of slowly drifting from side to side, checking the surroundings in order to make sure no one was leaning too close to their seat, nearly falling from the edge of curiosity. The coast was clear and the ship was continuing to sail at its fullest potential.

 The sniper glanced at the address briefly, huffing as he remarked that this was indeed the kind of relationship he was expecting after Victor called. The younger brother’s explanations were always filled with so many details, sometimes those that Anton didn’t wish to understand. The psychologist lived in his twisted world, having a value in the other’s life only as a brother and a deliverer of orders from a few people whose interest rested in killing someone familiar for good. He always did the dirty work, taking a pride in money and satisfaction when the bullet slid a skull in half and left no evidence. 

“Give me two frequent places, perhaps even the times he s able to be there.” Razensky smiled back, his teeth exposing a friendly expression as if Emmalyn never sat in a company of a dangerous hitman. It was the kind of irony Anton lived in from day to another, watching as people passed on by, never knowing of his true cruel identity. 

 “The job will be done within a few days.” He chuckled, shifting in his seat as he grasped the cup with his hands, leaning back with a peaceful purr escaping his chest as he silently drank the contents, eyes searching the street outside the window. 

“In the meantime, it would be best for you to remain in my brother’s company, to put it in a way,” he pulled forward, whispering with a sly grin slicing his lips to the side. “Of making an alibi to keep everything perfect. Or you can simply hang out with me, though my line of work, well, you might find it…boring.” He winked at her, once again finding himself in a melodic sense of inspiration. It was nice to be able to have a target again after months of hiding out.

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intherightwasi:

Shamus doesn’t look to the reflection, he’s so used to not seeing it. And not acknowledging it, he just doesn’t give a damn. The Doctor lets out a sigh, the blush was there, but he was still tense. 

“Well, I’m not a violent man.” He would submit if only to ensure he wouldn’t be harmed. He’s good at cowering. 

“It’s not always that a man comes and kisses me on the back of my neck.” Shamus continues to brush his teeth. Looking back to the other with a raised brow. 

“First for everything I guess.” The doctor says with toothbrush in mouth. Before he turns back and spits into the sink. Washing his mouth out and his brush with the water. 

“It’s alright. I’m a heavy drinker as well, normally. Couldn’t let you sleep on the ground outside. Though it’s amazing I got you in here at all. You are heavy as all hell.”

Anton chuckled, his eyes lowering as they followed the other man, curiously noticing more details of his appearance, movement, and perhaps even some kind of a habit. Alas, the Russian was no analyst like his brother, so he could only guess based on the evident: a simple morning routine.

 “It’s not always that I kiss someone on the back of the neck without knowing their name.” He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest with laughter following on a quiet note. 

“I am not sure as to take that remark of my mass as a compliment or a hint to visit my training more often.” Then, the man stepped closer, brushing his fingers along the stranger’s shoulder before he tapped against its edge.“So, remind me of what to call you before I sound rude as I volunteer to make breakfast in a sign of my gratitude.”

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subjectwyk:

As long as he wanted. The child grinned, instantly trusting and adoring the adult who he had only just met. Running over to him and grabbing his hand without a pause for thought.

“You’re here every single day? You must know everything about stars now. I’m Jack. Can you show me the North Star? I heard it’s the brightest star and it can lead people home and I can never tell which one it is.”

Anton laughed, feeling his hand enveloped by a smaller one, tugging softly in sheer curiosity. He knew that children had a natural feeling of discovery and grasped every opportunity to let themselves indulge in the forbidden, some limit that their parents set. Anton knew no such limits. 

From the very beginning, his father spoiled him in every way possible, secretly denying the actual knowledge Razensky wished to indulge in. And this time, he had a chance to share with someone else. “The North Star huh? It always seems to be in the middle of the sky, shying away from the moon every time their eyes meet.” He slowly led the other forward, passing security as if it was nothing but a mirage. A familiar face always had the honors of being allowed many things.

 “It won’t necessarily lead you home, but surely show you wondrous landscapes.” He chuckled, pausing at the tall door that led into the observation room. “It has a little dream.” 

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dustybyrd:

Duke was a good name. He should really use that for an alias some time. Least it’s just as strange as Dusty. 

“Dusty Byrd,” He answered, slipping his arm through after a moment. “Now, what about you? Who do I have the pleasure of eatin’ with today?”

“Bird? Like a crow or a sparrow?” 

Razensky smirked, enjoying the feeling of a fish wrapping itself around the perfect hook.  He proceeded onward, eyes searching the nearby streets as he slowly laid out a plan how to avoid the police car that would soon turn the corner to cut the streets.

He didn’t like to be around the law that he broke so many times, even though no one knew of his true identity. Nonetheless, the hidden sniper enjoyed the empty atmosphere that lacked in sirens.

“Anton Razensky.” He introduced himself; a hand coming to cup Dusty’s as if he greeted the man once again. “I won’t assume that you know of my brother, usually that is how people recognize me. But, unless you are his patient or mine, we are but strangers here.”

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fun-in-funeral:

Alesea wasn’t super functional right now, if she had been she might have protested at least a bit. Then again she might not have, it wasn’t everyday someone…for lack of a better word, charming, offered to buy her a coffee. Hey, who was she to complain, this also meant she could get some caffeine into her system that much faster, and stop feeling like she was close to joining her patients energy-wise. So she let him order, as long as the drink had caffeine in it she didn’t really care what it was anyway, watching at how smoothly he handled the whole thing. One would almost think he bought drinks for random strangers all the time. 

This time she managed not to zone out before he spoke to her again, and she even smiled as he asked her to come sit with him. She saw no reason to refuse, after all he had bought her coffee and he was as she had thought earlier very charming. 

“Well you did buy my coffee which is what is going to keep me among the living, so sure I’d be happy to sit with you.” That sounded a bit awkward as soon as she said it, but come on she couldn’t be expected to be clever just yet, the clever part of her brain was the most caffeine dependent part. 

Anton smiled, glad of his small victory that usually led him to greater triumphs. Everything had its time, everything needed patience and the right hook. It was never hard for him to start a conversation and flatter a lady until her lips played with a smile. The interest picked up in the blond as he surely looked like a ghost in the distance, an insignificant figure somewhere in the dreaming village of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Razensky enjoyed the metaphors of his past life that still echoed into his new perspective, earning him the name Casanova for a reason.

 Once they lowered themselves into the comfortable seats, Anton shifted his full attention to the sleepy beauty before him, grinning like a Cheshire cat with a plan swirling inside his head. “So, Snow White, how shall I address you? You’ve got a charming name I can add to my contact list?” He chuckled, licking his lips as if prepared to spill a lecture worth of compliments, sweet nothings that most women melted for. 

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I’ve done a noble work of finishing big drafts and sending them to Saturday morning queue. Now, I have the permission to sleep. Ciao~

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Rule one: Always hide the pain.

Six word story (via 

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batteredoptimist:

The trail of fingers over the fine hairs on the back of his hand sent an unexpected tingle down towards his elbow. Touch outside of a medical or practical capacity was foreign to James, and almost immediately goosebumps raced down the same path. Large eyes were locked on Anton now- in fascination of wanting to experience more of this fellow. So smooth and amiable in the darkness where only strange things were supposed to lurk.

“I live in a Halfway House.” James supplied quietly, and quite oblivious to the implications that living in such a place brought on, “Called Prescott house. It’s near the Thames. They don’t much like it when I Wander, but most of the time I can’t help it.” James couldn’t quite regret it either if it meant he met tall mysterious fellows in the dead of night.

Anton had to pause as his ears registered the vibrations of an address, a title of a place he avoided even though his former decisions from the divorce almost ruined the rest of his broken life. Thankfully, a job of a doctor remained as a sanity guardian.

He took a better look at James when he got a chance, dark blues searching the shorter man. He surely didn't look like a criminal or a drug addict...well, appearances might be deceiving. After all, Anton was a guilty Casanova of his occupation as a two-faced bastard.

"How do you manage to leave?" His smile never faltered, his hand wrapping tighter around James's as if he was afraid to lose his company to the night. Whoever truly this man was, didn't matter. His velvet voice soothed the Russian and his endless need to run forward to chase the stars.

“Must be tough...”

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{{ Please reblog this if you’re a mun who’s open for angst plotting. Death, pain, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, illness, misery, fighting, screaming, tears, hate, disgust, trauma, graphic gore, etc; I’m in need of threads. Thank you. }}

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      *punches the air*  arranged marriages!  *kicks the wall*  unhappy marriages!  *tears shirt off*  two people who hATE EACH OTHER HAVING TO LIVE TOGETHER AND PRETEND TO LOVE EACH OTHER BEFORE OTHER PEOPLE  *backflips out the window*  ANGST AND DRAMA IN RELATIONSHIPS!!! 

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Anton x James in G 8)

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