remindedtosmile

[remindedtosmile]

i'll be back after xmas, hope everyone is having a great holiday 🖤

[remindedtosmile]

YEAUUUUUUUUP (by gl.am.goth.s!!!!)

[remindedtosmile]

my depression e ocd has been very bad lately thank u for tolerating my absence 😔🙏

[remindedtosmile]

♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it.

[remindedtosmile]

Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this

[remindedtosmile]

“Don’t… Bother with the panic button. Disconnected. Long story.” Danny waves a hand, half-gestures Tamsin over. To put together the pieces that made up the timeline of how he ended up escorted into the Oval Office would take a lifetime to explain; to put it simply, he considered himself fairly good at his job. He could have been any regular visitor, reclining on one of her couches, ankles delicately crossed. However, he was certain that the President had been briefed on active assassins before — himself included. The thought of being a recognized threat to someone so high on the ladder was almost flattering. Unfortunately, being kind-of-a-big-deal only made the preparatory work harder.

@frstwomn

A grin tugs at his features; it pulls the lips back, bares teeth, but doesn’t reach his eyes. He never quite perfected the expression. "Y'know, career politician or not, you all end up the same — disinterested. You’re scared, yeah, but more than anything, you want this to be over," ( He was paid to assassinate the President of the United-fucking-States — of course he came up with a monologue. ) “You just want to put me away and forget this ever happened, that somebody got this close. You’ll leave the dirty work of uncovering how to some nothing-agent and get the debrief later. Too busy for fun — I get it. We’re busy people.”

DM spent months putting this plot together: finding his moles, letting each piece fall into place until he arrived as an honored guest, letter of invitation in-hand. The least she could do was play along for a little while. “�� But since you’re too busy to find out for yourself, I’ll get to the point: this doesn’t have to end with me mortally wounding you. Promise.” He found a letter opener, somewhere in her desk; he’s toying with it now, tracing its fine edge over his fingertips. “Now, humor me. Don’t you want to know why?”

[remindedtosmile]

gun in one hand "this shit's boring" subway surfers in the other

[remindedtosmile]

David Dastmalchian as Murdoc in MacGyver — S03E06 “Murdoc + MacGyver + Murdoc”

[remindedtosmile]

like for a starter in which danny drops in on your muse for a " surprise visit.¹ "

[remindedtosmile]

if i ever do something weird like sb and then refollow, delete random stuff, edit replies a bunch of times or stop responding altogether, get weird and uncomfortable about totally innocuous topics etc it's because i have very severe clinical ocd and a lot of convoluted internal rules that i have to follow that can end up socially impairing me, especially around strangers.

[remindedtosmile]

oil paintings by peter ravn

[remindedtosmile]

It had been a while since he last saw a case like this. Not often was he tasked with dropping in on retirees, but when he did, well — it was certainly a change in pace. Her file was a typical one: an agent who wanted out, broke away from the life and tried to rebuild from the bottom-up, pretended that her past only existed in memories. Funny, though, how they could never quite escape the grip.

@onewithagun

She wasn’t even that difficult to get a hold of — not many agents liked being a phone-call away. He couldn’t help but smirk as the ambulance pulled into the lot, and there she was, easy as that. “I think you should tell your buddies that this is personal,” He sits up, grins. His I-think-I-just-fainted-help-me I’ve-fallen-and-I-can’t-get-up ploy was a typical call, leaving Lovina’s other medics milling, bored, in the distance. “I don’t think you want me to be the one to do it.”

[remindedtosmile]

It wasn’t particularly difficult, pinning his target; they still had a presence to trace, a name to a bank account, a face that flashed on security footage. It only took days — a shorter timeframe than he was acclimated to — of putting fragments of footage together, tapping CCTVs and doorbell cameras, following her across town and right up to her front door. She was good, maybe accustomed to evading attention and concealing evidence, but not good enough for the likes of him. His client had warned that they were used to avoiding the press, but not in deep enough cover to keep away from the public eye entirely; Danny found that the details hardly mattered when he got down to work.

@tormenther

“…Easy, now,” DM’s voice is a low lilt that emerges from the dark. They kept a nice kitchen - neat, all the knives on the rack, the heaviest objects within easy reach. Seated at her table, he crosses one knee neatly over the other; the chair opposite, empty. Safety clicks under his thumb, a firm warning. ( He preferred physicality, but this was by request. ) “You should have a seat. This could go a few ways: I'll give you some options.”

[remindedtosmile]

like for a starter in which danny drops in on your muse for a " surprise visit.¹ "

[remindedtosmile]

🪓🐺

[remindedtosmile]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[remindedtosmile]

He could watch him, like this, forever. The reins in his hands, the wanton violence lurking in the depths of dark eyes looking down. How it possesses him. Danny, like a face turned up toward the sun, wide eyes pleading for what only they understood between each other. Xiu, hand in his hair a fist, lifting him up, guiding him down.

The lurch of motion is something he anticipates; wants desperately, as the divot of meat between forefinger and thumb digs under his chin (If he wanted to subdue him, he would've —) and the twist of his laughter sputters under water, becomes a wet gag. (— Xiu sits in his lap to strangle him,) He doesn’t resist, but sinks with it, only until water meets his lungs and he reflexively twists to heave for air. Even in this position he knows himself to be stronger and could overturn Xiu, with a little effort, but this was what he wanted and this was why he stayed below the surface. (— in a sense, always yielding.)

This part of the game, he loves: how he releases his grin, goes slack in the grip. Lets the last of his breath trickle out until he stills, perfectly, water just lapping over his skin, until the fingers twitch at his neck and there is a second in which, maybe, Xiu falters. Maybe his resolve cracks, one more time, and Danny knows this perfect game has met its match.

His grin crawls back, creases the pale corners of his closed eyes. Xiu tugs him upright. Frustrated, maybe. Their game always ends in a tie. He doesn’t quite look at him, not yet. He pictures Xiu, first, before he can open his eyes: incredibly close, hair wet at the tips and framing him, open-mouthed and a little red in the face. Clothes soaked through, wet skin, wet lips, a hand still secure on his shoulder, the other gripping porcelain to half-crouch on his knees. A beautiful, curious thing. He opens his eyes, and finds his guess accurate. Beautiful, surely.

“Good,” he swallows hard around the lump in his throat, still tight. The water’s gone cold. Work has long since melted away; his need, then, sated and retreated deep. He touches his hand, takes the cloth; it was little use washing himself in filthy water, anyhow. He’d shower alone, perfunctory and vaguely detached, the afterimage of his victim mingling with Xiu’s sharp, honed fury, the sureness of his grasp. “…You should change,” Danny tips his head to the door. His voice cracks a little, soft. “I’ll come to bed.”

Xiu’s eyes go dark. His fingertips curl into Danny’s scalp. Black hair halos around him as he sinks further into the water, like a blackened image of La Jeune Martyre. Xiu had seen it in a movie once. Beads of water cling to Danny's full lashes. His big, black, glassy eyes penetrate Xiu’s resolve. His martyre’s look mocks devotion; he's intoxicated by it. The predator feigns the eyes of prey.

And there it was. That hunger. That deep, insatiable heat in Xiu’s stomach. It burns and excites. The tingling impulse overtakes him.

Xiu lunges at Danny. 

A deluge of murky water rushes over the dark tile. The bath mat soaked through. He’s in the tub now, kneeling on either side of the other man. Pink water creeps up Xiu’s clothes. His hands move to Danny’s throat. Constricting. Holding him under. He’s gorgeous. Bathwater sloshes as he struggles. 

Then Xiu relents. He yanks DM up to the surface by his hair again. 

“Good?” His voice comes out low and strangled, a weak attempt to steady his voice. Thrill sits thick in his throat. His heart is still pounding in his skull. He swallows, realizing now he’s barely hovering over Danny’s bare lap.

Xiu redirects his attention to the washcloth. Sandalwood soap lathers into its fibers and he hardly registers that he’s holding his breath as the washcloth glides over pale shoulders.