#duquete

[taughtdefense]

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@duquete

pov: denny not buying ethan's bullshit

[freezegirl]

totally correct quotes ft. @duquete / psd.

[mskwtz]

@duquete ➝ ♡

   BUSTED, CAUGHT RED-HANDED, IN 4K.   he froze - actually froze - as he turned away from the bar to return to their table with a fresh margarita in hand, only to find his uncle looking back at him. his lips parted in surprise, brain malfunctioning while he tried to come up with a lie on the spot.  he  thought  this  bar  was  where  the  young  people  came  to  party.  eli knew his uncle to be one of the chillest adults he knew, but he was still drinking in public - illegally. one year shy of legal drinking age in barcelona was still one year shy. ❛ heyyyyy uncle d. what, uh - whatcha doin' here ? ❜ it was bad enough he'd casually & accidentally caused a yasmetri break-up. now this ? he was not having a great night.

[valleykids]

@duquete

  ❛ are you fucking kidding me, denny ? ❜   she didn't curse often, in fact scolding her son, husband, and siblings alike for their foul mouths. but sometimes  -   SOMETIMES   -  the situation called for it. she'd like to think she was anti-violence, but her brother brought out the sibling energy in her and that was why she promptly slapped the back of his head. ❛ it's bad enough i have to worry about eli being mixed up in some karate gang war, and now you're out here being stupid in the name of the same thing ? ❜ sometimes she wondered if it would have been better still being left out in the dark.  ignorance  was  bliss  after  all.  except she was tired of being on the outside, not knowing what was going on with her only son, so no - she'd rather be fully aware. she'd already had many conversations with amanda larusso about it all, & vivian appreciated that she held the same opinion of all of it being  absolutely  crazy. despite her irritation ( see also : worry ), she was gauging the damage. dermatology was a very different wheelhouse from cardiology, but she knew enough & even if she didn't she would have looked anyway. ❛ are you okay ? can you breathe okay ? clearly your brain doesn't work, but how about your heart ? ❜ his second heart, vivian thought to herself. she'd already almost lost him forever, and did lose him for the years he'd pushed them all away preparing for that. she wasn't prepared for that to happen again any time soon.

[mecwmellc]

👫 for denny & alex !

when cutting the lvad wire actually works alex is shocked and doesn't hold back in showing how he feels, though he has to marvel at denny's will. dude's still dealing with jealousy though

you know why joe's disappeared? everyone goes to the barrel house instead. so much stuff happened at joe's that alex likes going somewhere else, even if it is owned by his partner's ex but whatever. it's fine. maybe

one day alex shows up earlier than his friends and it's quiet so he and denny start talking and he finally realizes that okay this guy isn't that bad actually, he can see why izzy was so taken by him

starts going to denny for advice whenever a kid needs an organ transplant given how long he waited. he's not gonna help someone cut an lvad wire again, no denny jesus christ, but he wants to hear from someone who experienced this stuff firsthand

[sunnydalescoobiies]

it's too dangerous out there.

†  ――――    DAWN'S  WHOLE  LIFE  SHE'S  ONLY  BEEN  TREATED  AS  A  LITTLE  GIRL  THAT  DIDN'T  KNOW  HOW  TO  HANDLE  HERSELF.  dawn  hated  being  treated  this  way.  she  grew  up  with  a  big  sister  that  was  a  vampire  slayer,  always  being  trusted  into  dangerous  situations,  and  she  was  a  damn  supernatural  key  that  opened  up  hell  dimensions!!  why  did  everyone  think  she  couldn't  handle  herself?  that  she  couldn't  protect  herself?  it  was  getting  tiresome  and  now  all  dawn  has  set  out  to  do  was  prove  to  everyone  that  they  were  wrong.  one  of  her  friends  was  in  danger,  some  vampires   kidnapping  her  and  trying  to  entice  the  slayer  to  come  out  and  save  her;  lame,  like  she  hasn't  seen  this  one  play  out  before.  buffy  was  out,  though,  patrolling,  and  there  was  no  time  for  dawn  to  wait  around  and  see  if  her  friend  would  be  kept  alive  and  unharmed.  she  could  do  this  herself,  she  had  to;  this  was  her  chance.

AS  SHE  WAS  PACKING  A  BAG  FULL  OF  WEAPONS  AND  OTHER  USEFUL  TOOLS  FOR  HER  POTENTIALLY  FATAL  ADVENTURE,  SHE  WAS  INTERRUPTED  AND  IT  WASN'T  INVITED.  dawn  wanted  to  sneak  out  quietly  and  do  this  on  her  own.  she  knew  buffy  wouldn't  be  happy  to  find  this  out  but  she  had  to  show  everyone,  prove  to  them,  that  she  was  just  as  strong  as  big  sister.  she  was  a  vampire  slayer  now.  she  was  going  to  have  to  do  this  sooner  or  later.  she  was  almost  successful  in  her  sneaky  attempt  to  leave  the  house  unnoticed  but,  of  course,  @duquete had  caught  her  in  the  act.  she  groaned  to  herself,  spinning  around  and  facing  the  other,        “       i'll  be  fine,  i  can  take  care  of  myself.  vampire  slayer  now,  remember     ?     i  received  the  1-800-CHOSEN  hot  line call  and  i  accepted  the  charges.  i  can  do  this,  you  have  to  let  me  do  this       ”     she  insisted,  never  breaking  the  intense  eye  contact  with  the  other,  pursing  her  lips.  she  shakes  her  bag  full  of  vampire  dusting  goodies,        “      i'm  going  prepared,  see     ?     i'm  bringing  the  cookies  to  grandma's  house.  come  on,  it's  only  one  vampire,  how  hard  could  it  be     ?     i've  been  training,  i  know  what  i'm  doing   [   ....   ]       ”

[mastermicd-arch]

@duquete​​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

if there was one thing that mabel was able to do, it was try to make a little lighter of the sorts of situations that she managed to get herself in. shrugging her shoulders, she was quick to offer her own insight to the choices that she made. "i take in clowns like a one-woman circus."

[mysticfallsresidents]

@duquete sent from dennison duquette jr to rebekah mikaelson : i'm pretty sure you said that to me last time.

⚰️  ――――         REBEKAH  THOUGHT  HE  WAS  SO  HANDSOME,  SHE  COULDN'T  STOP  STARING  INTO  HIS  EYES.  she  knew  she  wasn't  the  most  trustworthy  person  on  the  planet,  but  when  she  had  feelings  for  someone,  she  became  ride  or  die.  and  she  began  to  feel  her  heart  swell  for  the  man.  she  was  hopeless  when  it  came  to  romance,  but  she  swears  it's  different  this  time.  she  moved  over  to  sit  on  his  lap,  arms  wrapped  around  his  neck  as  she  smiled  sweetly  at  dennison,        ❛      oh  come  on,  don't  be  like  that,  luv,  don't  you  trust  me    ?      ❜      she  replied  to  him,  nuzzling  her  face  into  his  neck  and  began  to  plant  soft  kisses  across  his  neck,  feeling  his  heart  pulsating  against  her  lips.  she  brought  her  face  back  up  to  look  into  those  eyes  she  seemed  to  grow  weak  for,        ❛      i  swear  it.  once  we  find  the  cure,  i'll  be  all  yours.  we  can  finally  be  together,  isn't  that  what  you've  been  wanting      ?      ❜     she  asked  him,  crawling  off  his  lap  to  stand  in  front  of  him.  she  bends  down  to  become  eye  level  with  dennison,  staring  into  his  eyes.  the  desire  to  compel  him  to  trust  her  was  strong,  but  she  wanted  their  relationship  to  be  pure,  not  manipulated.  it  would  make  things  easier  in  the  long  run   [   .  .  .  .   ]   she  fought  the  urge,  nonetheless.  her  hand  caresses  his  cheek,         ❛      it's  simple,  my  luv,  i  know  that  dreadful  elena  is  connected  to  it  somehow  and  m'  sure  the  salvatore  brothers  are  helping  her  hide  it.  we  find  them,  we  find  the  cure.      ❜

[mambosfive]

@duquete ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

hanging around hospital emergency rooms wasn't her favourite past time –– though, it was becoming an increasingly important part of her job. cleaning up loose ends, getting stories straight. it was all a part of being the right hand woman to some of the most dangerous people in the city. "you know how long the wait is in here?" she asked, head turning to the other. she'd been sat for an hour already, and still the individual she was there to babysit hadn't been seen by anyone.

[feartheliiving]

what the fuck happened to you?

🧟 ―――― DARYL WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HE WAS DEFINITELY ALONE IN THIS DESERTED TOWN. he hasn't seen another living soul in weeks, maybe even months, and has only had unfortunate encounters with the living dead. he had gotten quite used to it over the course of time. he had been separated from rick and the rest of the group for longer than he'd like but it's been a hard guessing game of trying to find them. there had been no signs of their living existence and he was close to giving up; throwing in the towel for humanity itself. what was the point anymore when you lost your whole family, the only family you had left in this sorry world?

DARYL HAD SPUN AROUND WHEN HE HEARD A STRANGER'S VOICE SPEAK FROM BEHIND HIM. he certainly didn't expect to see @duquete there, let alone someone alive at all. he was covered in dirt and dried blood, his hair slicked back with his sweat and his clothes torn enough that you could seen the flesh they were meant to hide. daryl dragged his hand across his forehead and looked at the other man up and down, surveying if he posed a threat, all the while using his other hand to keep hold of his gun that was safely tucked in his back pocket. “ life. what the hell else you think happen ? ” he responded with sarcasm dripping from his tone. he was all about no nonsense right now. since being secluded from the living for so long, it's caused daryl to be extra wary of any strangers he could potentially run into. “ where the hell you come from, anyway ? ” he asked. he asked because he hadn't heard any kind of warning sign of life before he showed up but then again, daryl had let his guard down. comes with being alone for so long.

[freezegirl]

📏    +    6"2 

height comparison / @duquete

[mskwtz]

@duquete : Send  🩹  to  patch  my  muse  up  after  a  fight.

PATCH ME UP | STATUS: ACCEPTING

   ❛ OW. ❜   he resisted the urge to pull back like he was twelve, keeping still even if he was admittedly on edge. if the miyagi-dos had just minded their business this wouldn't have happened. eli was hoping the more he told himself that, the sinking feeling lingering in the pit of his stomach would go away. ❛ are you trying to cut off my circulation ? ❜ he was self-aware enough to realize he was being a dick, but his uncle was usually good about not taking things personally. he watched through blue, tired eyes as denny wrapped up the small cut on his arm from a sharp piece of debris in the arcade. they probably should have cleared all that shit out of the former laser tag space if they weren't using it anymore, but what did he know. his chest felt tight, and instinctively he raised his free hand, running it along his chest as if he was just having some bad heart burn. it wasn't a big deal. it was fine. ❛ i could have done this myself, y'know ? ❜

[mecwmellc]

@duquete sent "i think it took a lot of guts for you to do what you did back there. [ for miguel diaz! ]"

this wasn't supposed to happen. miguel was feeling a lot better, he had been working hard with the physical therapist and sensei lawrence. it felt like his body betrayed him. why did his leg give up on him? miguel wasn't surprised to see sensei duquette in the room, he was open about his own medical struggles and how he spent a long time in and out of hospitals waiting for a new heart. miguel rolled his eyes at the declaration. "guts? that wasn't guts! that was my stupid leg turning on me," he said, looking at the leg that was now resting on a pillow to keep it elevated. "now what do i do?" he asked. "there's no transplant for a new leg."

[sunnydalescoobiies]

you look like shit, man.

†  ――――     GILES  DIDN'T  USUALLY  GO  ON  PATROL  BY  HIMSELF  BUT,  WITH  EVERYTHING  THAT  HAD  BEEN  GOING  IN  WITHIN  THE  SCOOBY  GANG,  HE  FELT  LIKE  IT  WOULD  DO  HIM  SOME  GOOD  TO  BE  ON  HIS  OWN. he  was  still  dealing  with  the  death  of  joyce,  buffy's  mother,  and  the  impacts  it  has  made  on  not  only  the  group  or  his  slayer  but  himself  as  well.  he'd  never  say  it  out  loud,  especially  not  to  buffy,  but  he  had  deep,  intimate  feelings  for  joyce.  he  knew  his  feelings  would've  made  buffy  uncomfortable,  given  the  fact  that  he's  been  her  watcher  and  stand  in  father  figure  for  quite  some  time,  so  he  always  kept  it  quiet  and  on  the  down  low  which  meant  he  had  to  suffer  in  silence.  he  stewed  in  his  apartment  for  days,  reminiscing  about  her  and  the  little  memories  they  shared  one  on  one,  wondering  what  he  could've  done  to  save  her  even  though  he  knew  deep  inside  that  he  couldn't  have  done  anything.  her  death  was  inevitable  and  that's  what  broke  his  heart  the  most.

SO,  GILES  HAD  FIGURED,  SOME  ROUGHING  UP  THE  VAMPIRES  OF  SUNNYDALE  WOULD  HELP  HIM  DUEL  OUT  HIS  FEELINGS.  what  he  didn't  count  on  was  running  into  @duquete  tonight;  in  the  cemetery  nonetheless.  he  had  just  gotten  finished  in  combat  with  a  vampire  that  almost  bested  him.  he  had  it  under  control,  of  course,  the  vampire  meeting  its  demise  with  a  big  pile  of  dust  in  the  end  but  it  was  close.  he  was  alive  and  that's  what  matters.  giles  had  blood  dripping  slightly  from  the  corner  of  his  mouth  and  his  glasses  were  crooked  as  they  rested  atop  his  nose.  he  laughed  at  the  other  man's  words,        “       yes,  well,  that's  one  way  to  put  it        ”     he  replied  jokingly.  he  dusted  off  his  clothing  and  proceeded  to  stand  straight  where  he  stood.  he  sighs  softly,  glancing  around  the  graveyard,        “      what  are  you  doing  out  this  late  unaccompanied     ?       ”     he  asked,  regaining  his  breath  from  his  previous  battle  moments  before.         “      is  there  trouble     ?        ”

[mastermicd-arch]

@duquete​​​ ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

with a tray in hands, the redhead turned into denny's hospital room with a bright smile on her face. "maple syrup, coffee ––" decaf and regular, because she was nothing if not fully prepared, "–– pancakes for two." april confirmed, carefully placing the assortment of goodies carefully on the nearby table.

[mysticfallsresidents]

@duquete sent from dennison duquette jr to katherine pierce : "i thought you promised to behave."

⚰️   ――――        KATHERINE  NEVER  PLAYED  BY  THE  RULES,  SHE  WASN'T  A  FAN  OF  BEING  TIED  DOWN  TO  SUCH  SIMPLE  TASKS.  what  was  the  fun  of  life  if  it  wasn't  for  the  surprises  and  unexpecting  twists?  of  course,  she  had  promised  denny  that  she'd  behave  for  him  but  she  was  growing  bored  at  this  party.  it  was  full  of  dull,  old  people  who  wanted  to  talk  about  stocks  and  their  daughter  making  the  honor  roll;  shit  that  doesn't  matter  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things.  they  don't  know  what  the  truth  of  life  was  and  that  was  to  take  it  by  its  balls  and  run  with  it.  katherine,  in  all  katherine  fashion,  had  taken  it  upon  herself  to  liven  up  the  party  purely  for  her  own  entertainment. 

KATHERINE  HAD  BEEN  STUCK  IN  A  DREADFUL  CONVERSATION  WITH  A  MUNDANE  WOMAN.  she  was  going  on  and  on  about  the  expensive  things  she  had  in  her  little  mansion  and  it  was  beginning  to  grow  tiresome.  she  sighed  deeply  in  frustration  before  grabbing  the  woman's  hand  and  staring  deeply  into  her  eyes,        ❛      why  don't  you  go  be  interesting  for  once  in  your  boring  life  and  find  someone  that  isn't  your  old  husband  and  make  out  with  them     ?     cause  a  scene,  make  this  night  something  people  wouldn't  rather  kill  themselves  instead  of  getting  through  it      ❜     she  compelled,  her  eyes  dilating  as  she  did  so  and  the  woman  didn't  waste  another  moment  in  getting  up  and  proceeding  with  katherine's  wishes.  a  giddy  grin  stretches  her  lips  but  it  quickly  fades  when  she  hears  denny's  voice  from  behind  her,  scolding  her,      ❛      oh  come  on,  i  was  bored       ❜     she  groaned,  spinning  in  her  stool  and  looking  up  at  him  with  innocent  doe  eyes.  she  reaches  up  to  grab  the  collar  of  his  shirt,  bringing  him  down  to  her  level  so  their  lips  almost  meet,        ❛       what  did  you  expect  when  you  brought  me  to  this  party,  denny     ?     this  is  no  fun.  besides,  you  always  liked  it  when  i  misbehave   —   gives  you  a  chance  to  scold  me       ❜     she  slyly  smirks,  biting  down  on  her  bottom  lip.