#de2thletter

[gloriousxdarkness]

DOMESTIC BICKERING // accepting // @de2thletter sent — "I don't like the people you're working with." - matt

"That's why you're not working with them." Sarcasm, or the ease of oversimplification?

[mastcrmarksman]

[text] call me this date is going so bad - nyota (academy daysss)

[ Contact ; Nyota U. ⸺ Notes ; Miss That Girl ✨ Comms study buddy. ]

[ sent ] ⸺ woah woah woah

[ sent ] ⸺ you are on a date right now?

[ sent ] ⸺ whats he look like?

[ sent ] ⸺ or she or they!

[ sent ] ⸺ who am i kidding if its going bad its definitely a guy

[ sent ] ⸺ whatd he do

[ sent ] ⸺ alright ill rescue you

[rcjoice]

@de2thletter liked for a starter!

"hey, kid." his voice is soft, even, nudging the other with his hand in attempts to wake him up. "don't puke on my couch, alright? just 'cause you're hungover, doesn't mean i'm gonna be cool with it. only people i've been inside and people i made get to puke on that couch."

[crushsung]

♟- winter outfit !!

send a symbol and i’ll describe or draw what my muse wears in specific scenarios!

layers and layers of wool coats and ribbed knits. big fan of turtlenecks and oversized sweaters and knee high socks. mostly neutral colours and muted shades (which is typical of her regardless of the season, but she occasionally will have a bit more colour during spring/summer). she's not a big fan of patterns but she is big on textures. think (again) ribbed knits, wool, velvet, tweed. i threw in what i picture a holiday party dress would be for her too.

[clownury]

it is probably quicker for you to 𝚂𝙴𝙴 her rather than 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 her. belt holster, containing a multitude of glass vials, ( 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 ) clanks loudly with every sway of skirt. jester hops onto stool with an EXPASERATED sigh, ❛  sorry i'm late. ❜ leaning up by elbows, dark eyes dart from side to side, 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙰, and she reaches over counter to grab nearest bottle behind bar. fingers FLICK open cork and a hearty sip is taken before alcohol is moved to rest in the bag at her side. ❛  so what did you need, again ? a heart stopper or a uh . . .  ❜ lips purse, head moving from side to side, ❛  heart go-er ? you know what i mean ! ❜ cure. she means cure.

@de2thletter liked for a starter !

[pohlepen]

       ❝   you really scared me, y’know?   like…   genuinely scared me.   kinda thought you were gonna die.    ❞

starter call / @de2thletter ( for ferris )

[praybird]

🦝 👉🏼👈🏼

send me a raccoon 🦝 for some positivity!

chai! you are so wonderful and i admire you so much. i was delighted when i first found your blog because you write some of my all time favourite characters. but not just that, you truly do them such justice and capture their voices beautifully. i can tell that you put a lot of care into your writing, which is always something i admire and love seeing. we haven't written together a lot yet, but i really enjoy talking to you and reading what your brilliant mind conjures up. i am just so impressed by how intelligent you come across as both in your ooc and ic dialogue. you have a really great understanding of each of your muses. i very much look forward to writing together so much more and i'm always excited to see what you come up with!

[spllledwlnearchive]

don't look so stiff. - robin @ zoro, perhaps for the modern au we thought of :eyes:

robin. / @de2thletter

Schmoozing at some banquet for some governor in a country too hot for his liking is not his idea of a good time. He's uncomfortable with being paraded around for the upper crust to gawk at, even if he and Robin will be out of here by the end of the night and on to the next flight bringing them closer to her quarry.

Zoro grimaces, "I don't dance." But he takes Robin's hand in his anyway, bringing her in by the waist, knowing it's good for their image. Box-stepping around chatting aristocrats is an all too easy way to glean information.

"All of this is... new to me." Zoro doesn't know why he confesses this to Robin, but as the words fall from his lips, it doesn't feel like it hurts. He waits a few beats, the melody of the live string quarter washing over him, before adding, "Spying? Sure. Kicking down doors? One of my favorite past times. But the closest I've ever come to anything like this was chasing down a senator who thought he could bypass the legal system by hiding out in Mexico."

[doctordonovan]

❝ you okay? ❞ | joan

somewhere between standing and floor,   between breathing and the air fully leaving lungs,  usual protest bubbles in mack of mind.  she's not a fighter -   she's never been  -   and whilst feet are quick    &&  well practiced when it comes to avoiding most of the hits that come her way…    avoidance can only ever work for so long.  scientist may not be the violent sort  (   her anger has never been physical,  nor has her grief   )   yet the world around her has never cared for the boundaries she wishes to draw in sand. 

it is a violent place and @de2thletter's insistence on her agreeing to this only further proves the concern fellow woman holds towards anything the future may be yet to create.

❝ m good. ❞ still maeve takes a moment, making no effort to push herself up quite yet as brown eyes only half open.  ❝ you know,  there's easier ways to tell me I've got on your nerves than barely disguised 'try knock maeve down' sessions. we could just go bowling. ❞   it's a joke,  a low one,  pushing self up to elbows with tired sigh.  ❝ not to be a cliche,  but I'm more of a dancer than a fighter. ❞

[gloriousxdarkness]

@de2thletter sent — His world was never quiet , try as he might to shut it all out. But, in her presence , with her hand brushing over his forehead and her fingertips raking through his hair, he could focus only her, anything else becoming a low din at the back of his mind. Tilting his head up towards Elektra, he lifted his head slightly to find her lips, pressing his own to hers. Normally, at this hour of the night, he'd be in the shadows, perched on rooftops, watching from fire escapes--- but, with a blizzard raging outside, spending time in front of a fireplace, listening to the crackle of the fire--- it was a welcome reprieve to the usual. " Are you going to stay ? " - matt !

The turn in the weather delayed them, and Elektra could only hope it delayed the efforts of their quarry just as much. Her gaze is soft on the snow whistling beyond a gap in the window curtains, carding absently through the length of Matthew's hair. A little shorter than it used to be. Until he nudges for another kiss — a welcome disturbance of her peace. Finding a hotel had been the right call, she decides. Her place is too cold, his is too heavy. Even if the tastes here lean decidedly her way. They lead harsh lives, so stealing moments of luxury is only right in her mind. The shag rug and heat from the real fire feel like a sigh of ease breathed into her muscles. Elektra's a little surprised when he dares to ask something like that, though, something so potentially vulnerable, and after half a moment's pause, "In New York?"

[arachnidiots]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @de2thletter / danny liked for a starter

"okay, look, when i said i can fix some stuff, i meant i'm not too bad with a screwdriver or a wrench," and a whole lot of other small tech stuff, but that's neither here nor there in peter's mind at the moment. "i can't really just whip something up with tinfoil and gum."

[rcjoice]

@de2thletter liked this for a lyric starter

this year//the mountain goats i am going to make it through this year, if it kills me

his face is drawn up in a tight smile, one that reads frustration despite his forced attempt. "you are not ruinin' my mood this year, flo. not once. because i am a new man." the look on his face grows more towards constipated as he tries to keep the smile. "even if you did just knock my phone down a storm drain. super fine. i'll just-- i'll get another."

[naturesbeat]

@de2thletter liked for a starter!

"𝙼𝙼 – 𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 is delicious!” The praise comes muffled around her last bite of food: breakfast for dinner, her host had called it, with sweet potato pancakes, green onions, and some sort of savory, pink sauce on top. When she accepted the girl’s invitation to stay the night, Nelliel hadn’t been sure what to expect. The World of the Living was so much more…full, than Hueco Mundo; even an ordinary night like this offered more distractions and possibilities than she’d ever had in Las Noches. And she certainly wasn’t going to waste them!

“Is there enough for seconds?” 

[sorrowmarked]

yona starter for @de2thletter's hak.

Who could stop Yona when she was determined? No one truly. The princess, when she set her mind to it, couldn't be swayed from her path. She was determined to learn how to use a sword. To get stronger. Archery had been all well and good to learn but she had mastered it. Now the once-sheltered princess could shoot a bird out of the air, she was ready for more.

She had to get stronger if she was going to protect everyone. She couldn't stay weak and keep the people she loved, keep Kohka safe.

"Hak," Yona planted her hands on her hips, staring up at the the Thunder beat. "Teach me how to sword fight."

[crushsung]

@de2thletter / danny liked for a lyric starter.

a cup of coffee and a biscuit sits in front of her, untouched. rarely does she have any appetite for anything when her mind is in this sort of state - a writing state, if you could call it that. there hasn't been much writing lately, not as much as there's been sitting around, staring at a blank screen. "i used to think that i would tell stories," alice fails to look up as she speaks, her eyes staying fixed on that cup of coffee she knows she won't drink, "but nobody cared for the stories i had."

[electrifys]

you chase storms?! hands flutter, unpracticed in their gestures. do you not get scared?

quick starter for @de2thletter !