#bullsh1tterz

[cranetm]

◤ @bullsh1tterz ◢ ➥ entered the fray.

between crane's judiciary connections and his general standing within the psychiatric community, all it took was some gentle direction, the subtle tugging of strings, to land adam precisely where he wanted him. the court's mandate was to the point: adam is to attend weekly sessions with crane in the comfort of the good doctor's office.

it's a stuffy old room that's always smelled vaguely of coffee and something unidentifiably bitter. bookshelves line the walls, boasting all manner of texts on criminal psychology and philosophy, as well as various numbered medical tomes. crane's office may be located ( almost pointedly ) away from the secure wing, but arkham's reputation echoes through all parts of the asylum, permeating the very air with a sense of unease. it's the sort of thing that makes people believe places to be cursed.

❛ please, sit. ❜ a pale hand is extended towards the squat, old chair waiting in front of his desk. crane lets the silence hang for an uncomfortable moment, cold eyes fixed on the younger man. it's all quite basic, but these little points in time have a tendency to be revealing. ❛ ...how are you feeling today, adam? ❜

[sioraiocht]

~ @bullsh1tterz || my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home (( LET'S DO THIS >:) )) ~

It'd all happened in a blur. Steve had been collecting his takeout one minute and the next he's bundling a guy into the back of a cop car. They'd been weeks looking for him. He'd stolen some of Tony's tech and was selling it on the black market. The guy had practically disappeared, a real life ghost - and then Steve comes face to face with him whilst he's waiting to collect his Thai food.

It's only after the guy's hauled away that Steve realises who the other guy is. "Hey, it's the funny guy -" Hands drop to his pockets as he moves over to him. "You won Buck 'round with that photo. Me? Not so much." Eyes look back to the street, watching the disappearing police car. "Were you with that guy? We've been looking for him for weeks. He's been selling off Stark tech."

[dnangelic]

okay ik this random af but holy shit, tsun, your writing is so vivid and evocative that dai/dark might as well just be standing in front of me whenever I read it!? Like. Your grasp on atmosphere and motion is eating me alive. I'm going INSANE.

@bullsh1tterz

AWAAA I'M UNDER SIEGE BY RANDOM COMPLIMENTS!!!!! TYSM. ILY!!!!! omg gray pls i could say the same about your writing though!! you're always so clever and clear with your responses they're so nice and fun to read 🥺😭 ik i've said it before but seriously your grasp on character voice is really, really good!! everybody you write sounds unique, sounds like themselves!! makes me wanna see what you're going to think up next anytime you pop out a reply to anyone FDKJKJKFG i'm glad you don't mind the whole live action <-> anime intersection either since a lot of the time the communities r split and want to keep separate, but it always feels like such a nice pleasure to be able to write with u and all ur muses, id follow u anywhere!!! TO HELL AND BACK!! 🤝🎉 i hope we get to write with each other for a long time!!! a loooooooong time!!! i hope i get to call u a friend and wonderful writer and person all the while!!

[evilstalks]

Unlike mostly everyone who has been a victim of the grisly jigsaw traps, Michael cannot say life has changed for him. He has not become a better person, and fear hasn't paralyzed him and taken over his life like it has for so many others. He thinks if the person behind the ridiculous looking puppet truly wanted him to learn a lesson and become a better person, he should have just killed him, because there is no such thing as Michael becoming a better person. He hasn't stopped stalking and though he hasn't killed anybody since he escaped, it's not because he doesn't plan to. He just has been busy-- recovering physically, attempting to get his routine back in order. Not to mention his attempts to find whoever was bold enough to put him in a trap and forced him to play that ridiculous game which left him with a missing eye. Thankfully, it hasn't affected his work, even with how screwed his perception is now.

There's confusion in his expression and mind as his boss lets him know someone is here looking for him, an old client wanting him to look at his car again. Not surprising considering how attentive he is to the vehicles he services, but nobody has asked for him by name before. He wipes off oil from his hands and heads to the waiting room. It's almost closing hours, so there's nobody in there besides the stranger that asked for him. Michael looks at him head to toe, not recognizing him, and he always remembers the people whose cars he works on. Strange. He clears his throat lightly to announce his presence. He's always been lacking in the socializing department-- there's no exception to that, especially with someone who he doesn't recognize. @bullsh1tterz

[andtheylive]

@bullsh1tterz ❤️'d "please," an unwavering hand raises to block her face from prospective camera view. "i'm not giving any interviews, i don't want to talk to any reporters." sidney's had enough cameras shoved in her face to last her a lifetime. she prepares herself to brush past the other.

[woozyhere]

🔪 ————— @bullsh1tterz

This shit was so fucking lame. Sitting around, listening to people trauma dump about their mediocre, b-grade survival stories just to keep up appearances? Give him a break. Half the people in this support group were only there for the attention their stories brought, and the other half took the healing process far too seriously.

And then there was Stu.

Stu, who had survived - barely, in fact - a traumatic event, though had brought upon the horror all himself. Well, not entirely himself. His accomplice, however, was hardly in any condition to say otherwise. Stu had killed everyone in that fucking house, and now he was here. If only they knew.

Seating himself farther away from the group, he's rolling a joint. What, can anyone really get through these sessions sober? He's invaded the space of another man; not entirely, just close enough to give him an excuse to yap at someone, but far enough away to be appropriate. "This shit suuuucks, dude."

He lolls his head back theatrically, huffing a sigh before turning his attention back to the task at hand.

"Do you, uh," Stu mimics smoking before presenting his finished joint with a proud smirk. "'Cause, fuck, man. I don't think I can handle another minute without bein' stoned outta my gourd."

[downs1de]

😈: for my muse to scare yours (( @ Benjamin :) ))

Benjamin believes there's nothing wrong with walking home from Halloween parties on October 31st. He rarely feels unsafe, and he enjoys the contrast between the usually bustling city and the silence of the night.

This time, he managed to convince Adam to join him, promising to drop him off at his house first. So far, everything has gone smoothly until they cross their fourth street, and Adam disappears.

Benjamin calls his name, turning to look in all directions, anxiety building until he hears a rustling noise nearby. Adam suddenly jumps out from behind a dumpster, intending to scare Benjamin.

That turns out to be a big mistake, for as soon as Benjamin's heart races a beat more than usual, Mike surges forward, taking control. His eyes flash black, and he pins Adam against the hard metal, holding him with unseen telekinetic force.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people."

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[inxspacetime]

pretty sure you never told me what happened. (( @ Mark! ))

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“Looks like you’ve left out some details, too.” Mark was quick to come back with, a brow raised. It was hard to surprise the detective after the shit he’s seen. He’s watched people die, he’s helped people die, and dealt with the aftermath. But seeing the skinny photographer as an ‘official’ member of Team Jigsaw, that was the closest he’s felt to shocked since he himself joined.

Not that he could really judge. He interviewed Adam not too long after his trap, he was (and still technically is) working the case of the Jigsaw murders. He was supposed to be the guy who put this man away for good, and he was his muscle. So surely there was a lining of betrayal to the younger’s words. Or maybe it was the last shred of a conscience Mark had left, hearing things that weren’t there.

He nodded his head towards Adam. “Why don’t you grab something from that cabinet behind you and we talk this out the right way?”

[spidersdance]

~ @bullsh1tterz || ❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ ~

"I always have something to say. Whether or not you'll want to hear it is another story." Jim moves closer, eyes locked on Adam. "From what I hear - You're a mouthy one, and not in the fun sense. So I had to come see for myself. What is it? Daddy issues? Abandonment?" Eyes flick down along his body before back up again in one quick movement. "Angry. Snarky - You know it's strange that you don't like my sniper, you're very similar."

[praynot]

❛ keep your guesses to yourself. ❜ ｡° ⸻ @bullsh1tterz.

       ❝ Don't like being a knowledgeable accomplice? ❞   Lee mentions offhandedly, only lifting her eyes after she's sifted individually through each photograph he's brought her. She doesn't regard Adam with any ire, though. Plain vacancy meets him as she tucks the photos back into their envelope and into her coat pockets.   ❝ ... Thank you, Adam. I'll owe you. ❞

[fxckingmoran]

~ @bullsh1tterz || ❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜ ~

"Well, see, I actually fucking hate myself and thought it'd be a fun form of self-punishment to come spend time with you." He shoulders his way past Adam, looking around. His nose wrinkles. "This is where you live?" He doesn't really wait for any answer, moving to the fridge. "Got anything to drink?"

[butnobodyhome]

Yeah he's a disaster 'm afraid

Not complimenting her is a little bit of a deal breaker ngl

[sioraiocht]

~ @bullsh1tterz || ��� the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ” (( @ bucky, steve or billie! )) ~

"Oh - No, I think you're a dick." Bucky reclines back into his seat, kicking his feet up and making himself comfortable. "I think you're mouthy and need to learn when to shut up." Eyes fix on Adam. "I think you're funny though and you have moments where you're not the worst." Lips curl into the faintest half smile. It's not a conversation where he wants to just sit and attack Adam, he actually has good time for the guy. However, he does have a few points to make. "Look, you don't have to like Steve - I think you're wrong but that's beside the point." Hands clasp together. "D'you know he's spent his whole life having people judge him without getting to know him? They judged him when he was skinny kid getting his ass handed to him, they judged him when he got that serum and they're still judging him now." Bucky sits forward, forearms resting against his knees. "He's expected to be the perfect representation of America, he has to represent freedom and standing up for what you believe in - But not too much because he can't be seen to be taking too much of a stance in any political issues. He has to always look perfect, always play well with others, represent good faith, good morals, be nice to everyone he meets because at the end of the day that shield means that he's in service to his country and she needs him to be the perfect boy scout."

He pauses. He knows he's a little too invested in Steve Rogers but he really wishes other people could see what he does. "You want to know what Steve is like? He has the shittiest diet in the world, he's stubborn, he's competitive. He draws pictures of people and places he finds interesting. He swears like a sailor. He donates anonymously to LGBT youth services because he remembers how shit it was back in the 30's and he never wants anyone to feel anything close to how he did. He's the worst cook in the world but he bakes these brownies that are the best things you'll ever taste. The guy can barely take a selfie but you put him in any cockpit and he'll be driving the thing in a half hour. He speaks like five languages and has lectured me in every single one." Bucky stops, expression faintly sheepish. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm President of the Steve Rogers fan club. Point being, if you get to know him and still don't like him that's fine. But disliking him because PR and marketing have painted him a certain way? Don't do that."

[poxsonmenace]

[ Biblically Accurate Angel ] - Does your muse have any dogmatic habits?

X | ACCEPTING

As much as Jim likes to play with his words and blur the lines between fact and fiction, he only believes in the things that he can see and touch. They’re just superstitions to him otherwise, fairytales. But there was a time when he was catholic due to growing up in a religious household, but he very quickly renounced his faith as a young boy when his prayers to stop his father from beating him went unanswered.

[ @bullsh1tterz ]

[aranostra]

@bullsh1tterz // “I wish I could hibernate like a bear. And maul those who anger me.”

Armand lifts his eyebrows, eyes all feigned innocence. Perhaps he understands the desire to hibernate, but mauling seems so violent. He prefers something a bit more delicate.

"Is that a threat? Or do I not anger you?"

[hidefire]

💡 What inspires you to write the muse?

there are a lot of things that inspire me to write rain, but she started as a way to channel my own anger as a victim of abuse that I didn’t feel comfortable dealing with yet. she’s kind of been an outlet for me to explore a million different aspects of myself, but the exploration of a victim’s anger is one that really, really stuck.

i also just feel fire powers need better representation. so i am inspired by the lack of cool fire guys in mainstream media