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Lend Me Your Voice (Thin Man/Anthony X Original Character) - Chapter 4

Chapter Warnings: N/A

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Tags: @vereorr @werewolf-on-high @labyrinthphanlivingafacade @stainedlilac @c0ffinshit @milton-dammers

For the first time in a long time, Miranda was happy. True happiness was something that was very fleeting in her life. Any time she thought she was happy, it was only for a brief moment before the normal mundanities of life crawled back into view. And Miranda’s current source of joy was the tall, skinny man she rescued off the street.

Anthony had been living with her for about a week by this point, and despite them being in such close proximity, Miranda barely got any information out of him. In contrast, she talked her head off and amazingly Anthony actually listened. He didn’t really have many friends, being an assassin he tried not to have too many connections as it was. But having a friend that was like him, someone who shared many of his mental and sensory problems, was just the thing he needed to really be himself. Unfortunately, the more he healed, the more he knew he’d have to leave her soon. He was almost tempted to injure himself just to have an excuse to stay with her, but he knew Miranda was smart enough to figure out what he was doing.

One evening when Miranda was at work, Anthony knew it was time for him to leave. He was almost completely healed by then and he had contacts who could take the stitches out for him, so he didn’t need to be with her anymore. He already liked her enough as it was, and he knew that if he stayed with her, he’d get closer to her, and if he got closer to her, she’d be in far more danger than if he left at that moment. He also knew that people were beginning to talk in the assassin circle. News of his actions against the Angels and O’Grady were spreading, and given some of the messages he was getting on his phone, he needed to go back to work before people started looking for him. Anthony sighed heavily to himself as he gathered up all his things and wrote a note for Miranda.

“My dearest Miranda,

Thank you for saving my life. I must admit, I was more than willing to die that night. My life has been nothing but chaos and pain, but you came in and changed everything. You saved me and you showed me there was at least a little bit of sunlight in all the darkness. Thank you for your hospitality and your kindness. Unfortunately I had to take the clothes you gave me, as I didn’t have anything else to wear since you cut my suit off, but one day I’ll repay your kindness tenfold. If you should ever need to contact me for any reason, I have included my phone number at the bottom of this letter.

Thank you once again for brightening my dark little corner of the world.

Sincerely,

Anthony”

He sighed again as he placed the note on Miranda’s bed that he made before he left. Leaving her was one of the most difficult things he had to do in a while, but he knew it was necessary to keep them both safe. He ended up going out through the fire escape as he didn’t want to get caught on camera, and once he had his feet on solid ground, Anthony vanished into the shadows like he always did. He didn’t want to hang around to hear Miranda’s reaction to his note.

Once he’d left Miranda’s apartment, he headed straight back to his home. Using his contacts in the mercenary community, he was able to find reliable and silent transportation back to his house. He lived in an extremely wealthy, extremely high end, and extremely protected neighborhood. Most of his neighbors were shady black market dealers of some variety and it was very much a “don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t snitch” kind of environment. Anthony enjoyed it that way as it meant he didn’t have to talk to many people. When he was dropped off, he smiled softly at the sight of his large house. He was glad to be home, despite the quiet ache in his chest from missing Miranda. However, when he walked inside, the sudden smell of familiar cigar smoke made him roll his eyes.

Why the fuck did I give him a key? He thought to himself as he walked towards the source of the smell. The moment he turned the corner into the library, a small throwing knife whizzed past his head, lodging itself in the wall behind him. Anthony growled in annoyance as now he had to fix the dent in the wall, but he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his friend lounging in the leather chair.

“You missed, you cyclops.” Anthony signed in ASL. The man in the chair snorted a laugh and took a puff of his cigar. He was a rather handsome man despite the eyepatch over his right eye. He was decked out in almost full leather except for the white undershirt he wore. His hair was coifed and just as dark as the rest of his outfit.

“I did not miss. I just did not want you dead. After all, according to rest of the group, you are already dead.” The man spoke with a thick Scandinavian accent but Anthony understood him perfectly, “What is with the clothing, my friend? I have never seen you in sweatpants as long as I have known you!” He asked and Anthony chucked, shaking his head.

“It’s a long and complicated story, but knowing you Nikolai, you have nothing but time.”

“I do my job right, of course I have time. Get the job done quick, I can be free to enjoy life to the fullest.” Nikolai replied as Anthony lit up one of his own cigarettes and flopped into the matching leather chair beside his friend, “I am glad to see you again. I knew you were not dead, you’re too quick and smart to let yourself be killed by a moron like Seamus O’Grady.”

“Surprisingly he did put up a good fight, I hate that I have to hand it to him.” Anthony pointed to where he’d been stabbed, “He caught me off guard but he got the death he deserved for it.”

“I heard. His corpse was found stabbed and crushed in nearby dumpster.” Nikolai chuckled, “Although his death lacks your usual polish, if he caught you off guard it makes sense.” Nikolai blew a smoke ring with his cigar as Anthony finally relaxed. However, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about Miranda. He felt bad that he had to leave her, it broke his heart imagining how she’d react reading his letter, and he must’ve been showing his emotions on his face because Nikolai clocked him immediately.

“Alright mager jævel, how you say, spit it out? Something is troubling you, and even though I am not best at reading emotions, you are upset. Tell me before I have to rip it out of you.” Nikolai asked, leaning closer to Anthony on his chair. Anthony merely leaned over and blew a puff of cigarette smoke into his friend’s face.

“Then you will have to drag it out of me kicking and screaming. It is none of your concern. All you need to know is that I’m back now, nothing else matters.” Anthony angrily signed back. Nikolai scoffed and smirked, settling back into his chair in thought.

“Well then… whatever it is must be important to you… now I am even more curious.” Nikolai hummed to himself, coming up with a plan to find out just what exactly Anthony was hiding.

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Clean version of a comic I drew in history class

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on everyone's soul this is what happened

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Small PSA to RP blogs because I didn't know this until right this moment, you can turn off the ability to re-blog your hcs and edits. I don't know if it's limited to the new post editor, but you can do it at least with that.

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ok where are all the viktor x reader smutssssss?!?!?

IM GOING FERAL and I can’t keep it in much longer !!!! Someone start binge writing viktor smuts (with plot is even better 🫡) or I will!!!!

JUST LOOK AT HIM

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it’s funny to ME

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Not to starlight express on main but

(Also please ignore any costume inaccuracies)

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“You’re proving more and more every day that you’re some form of masochist, Mon Cher.” Lestat chuckled, “Now I’m just imagining you wearing an ornate gold and ivory mask and it’s making me crave you even more. Just picture it: us two entering that ball as real vampires amongst mortals playing as vampires and just making a whole scene. You and I dancing together among the excess and decadence like we don’t have a care in the world. Plus we’re basically guaranteed a feast with all those willing humans.” He purred and kicked his feet up so his legs were now strewn over James’s thighs.

“James my darling, you are not going to BELIEVE what Jacqueline sent me this morning.” Lestat said as the tour bus drove along one of America’s many highways. He sat beside his husband, almost giddy with excitement, before showing James his phone.

“There’s a masquerade ball being held in New Orleans…. And it’s vampire themed. And Jacqueline, being the incredible, wonderful daughter she is, got us tickets to go.” He said with a huge fanged smile, “It gives you an excuse to wear your old uniform again.”

A ball.. James raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked over at Lestat. "A vampire-themed masquerade? How very...subtle," he teased. He glanced at the phone, eyeing the invitation Jacqueline had sent them. “New Orleans, of course,” he added, shaking his head with amusement. “And she even got us tickets? I swear, our daughter is more like her namesake than I care to admit.”

James chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked out the bus window, lost for a moment in memories of his former life. "It has been a while since I wore it. Maybe it’s time."

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josh

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No. 1 Chrashley shipper

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josh washington my bb </3

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I just realized that they changed Josh's trait to persistent because of his new ending.

Josh's persistence is what makes him endure and overcome any obstacle, even the time of isolation and starvation trapped in the mines.

He set his mind to seeing his friends again and redeem himself. Being persistent to this goal until the very end.

That's why he survived.

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I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Please lemme have one chance bb I’ll treat you right 😩😩🙏🏻

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i swear to god if one more stupid fandom ruins a beautiful text post i am calling the police

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‘Cause when you go like summer gives to the rain I am uncertain, but I’m certain I am losing my way

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It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

((Jesus fucking Christ I’ve been on this specific hell site for 11 years? Welp, I’m glad you all have enjoyed my role playing nonsense for 11 whole years lols. Here’s to 11 more years potentially!))