#dxspereaux​

[notquiteahitman]

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Even now, so far removed from her element, she tries to control the situation; as she walks in she silently looks around, hoping to gather more information about the two. She can see the photos of them together, she silently maps the room out in her head for future reference, she notes every household item she could potentially use as a makeshift weapon lest they turn on her. 

“I can speak for myself, thank you very much.” She snaps at Ryan, frowning deeply and hugging her arms tightly around herself. almost as if she was afraid she’d somehow catch their domesticity. Didi flinches at the hand, eyes darting between it and Sophie’s smiling face. Eventually, she reaches out and shakes. “Thank you for having me.” There’s another second of silence before she speaks again, much softer than usual. “…With lots of cream and sugar.”

As Didi finishes speaking, there’s a pause, only a beat long, but still ample time for Ryan and Sophie to exchange a glance. Sophie’s features are almost emotionless, aside from the twinkle in her eyes, but Ryan’s face shows a mix of amusement and confusion. It startles him a little, how quickly she has softened... but it never leaves his mind that he has the power here; he has the information she so desperately seems to crave.

There are no words spoken, only the clinking of china as Sophie pours the tea. She doesn’t make Didi’s up; she only reaches over to place the cup, sugar and cream in front of her. For a moment, it crosses Ryan’s mind that Didi could use the hot liquid as a weapon, but that is a risk he has to take.

“So... what brought you here?” he asks, that smirk back on his lips. Green eyes flicker over her. “Other than to show off your knife skills.” He tilts his head, ever so slightly. “I see you brought your butterfly knife.”

At this point, Sophie speaks up. “Oh, can I see?” She is strangely excited, eyes lighting up like a child with a toy. “Does yours have your name carved into it too?”

[vocalcords]

[ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug. //from Didi! :'3

[ REUNITE ] | AKA I’M SORRY THIS IS 11 MONTHS LATE ILU DEX

  They’ve known each other for years. 

  It all started when Nat fucked up and camped out on Didi’s lawn, crushing the violet and yellow petunias accidentally in the fumbling darkness, being too tired and mentally worn to care at the time. She had been running for months on end, almost a total year from what was left of CIPHER.

  It tore at you, little by little. Being on the run for most of her life without her half next to her. Not realizing yet that she’d found a fresh scolding and a new sibling in the same morning. Natsusia tested the waters then, dangerous and rumbling. As she wisped away in front of the young woman and reappeared, flesh and bone phasing through, squatting on the white railing of the porch that nestled in the woods. Daring her through silence to report her to anyone that would listen.

  The cicadas were blaring that year, it was a hot spring. 

  Didi met her with kindness, and shaky ground. But it was Didi’s ground nonetheless. That alone, she had made sure Nat was aware of. Gave her a room with a uncovered window, and Nat dutifully cleaned the house and kept it clean for the late nights that Didi tended to her schooling of cooking and tending to the restaurant.

  Nat, much like a stray had brought gifts of unspoken thanks. Vibrant fabrics, old vintage suitcases that were brand new the decade Nat and her twin had grown in. Collars with special bells and medication for Leo’s sand fleas. The occasional vintage bottle of Rosé for Jasper once he had come round. That meeting had been rocky, Nat knew what he did, Didi relinquished the knowledge to her eventually. Within a few mediated chess games, Didi asked Nat to stay her twitching hand and so she did.

  The occasional trip didn’t hurt though. Jasper was nearly jumping out of his skin in the beginning, with the parasitic woman. Now he pelts cereal at her in the mornings that she haunts. When she’s around anyway. Occasionally giving her various cicada casings that he’d find around as a way of keeping the peace.

  Didi noticed the change when Nat would stumble through the window, bullet and stab wounds healing slowly. She’d gotten used to her wild lifestyle, damned to being a object of the government, rather a person. Jasper would express worry, which would harshly be brushed away by Nat, bristling at the slightest concern. The visits were less, once Lázaro came into the family. Scared him shitless too, but Didi loved him, and that was enough for her. 

  Didi didn’t pry, until Nat disappeared for longer than a year without communication during the holidays, collected calls through payphones. Didi kept the room tidy. Nat became more dodgy, realizing that the danger to the family was real as Didi and Lázaro were trying for children.

  The last spring morning Nat visited was the early dawn where all four of them were nearly gunned down, held and restrained while they dragged Natsusia away, kicking and screaming. Didi put up a rough fight, knocking out two of the agents with a crack and a kick with their helmets on. Eventually they needed four men to hold her down, while she screamed bloody murder for Nat to be brought back. Glass coated the floor, bullets settling into the drywall, someone's blood on the floor, spattered.

  The cicadas weren’t there that year, no blaring, harmonious buzz to welcome the family.

  They were drilled for hours, and refused information to the invaders that took her. They kept the same story, some crazy woman that was needing a place to stay on occasion. Not much further from the truth in reality.

   It’s nearly 10 years later that, briefly in the bustling crowd, she thought she saw someone dear. It too is brushed away, until she glances to her right, Martin chatting away to a lanky, strange woman about cicadas and their lifecycles. Intently, she listens to him with the occasional affirmative hum. Didi nearly drops Ronaldo, who had begged her to be carried. It was a hot spring, was she hallucinating? Carefully, shakily, she’s setting her son down before launching at the scarred woman. 

  It’s seconds but Didi is tiredly smacking Nat’s chest while they fall slowly to their knees in the market place, the three surgical scars hadn’t changed on her chest, thin lips form a smile, and then a exhausted grin. Enzo, Ronaldo, and Martin are confused, but are also piling on the hugs with their mother. Was this the ghostly woman she spoke of? They titter amongst themselves while Didi is yelling, crying, laughing, and weeping as Nat gently pats the brunettes head in the vice grip of a hug that she’s giving the other.

  The cicadas are blaring again.

[bruisedconscience]

Teddy made his way over to his office door at 10pm sharp after the knock. Already unlocked, he opened the door. 

“H—” Didi shoved him back into his apartment, clearly trying to knock him over, and she would have, except he caught himself against the shallow table set beside his client sofa, knocking over the lamp he had there. The fixture tumbled off the desk and onto the floor, the bulb breaking and sending the room into starker shadows, with now only the one floor lamp and dim “kitchenette” lights left to illuminate the space. 

@dxspereaux​ 

[alxnetxgether-moved]

@dxspereaux​ asked: “ I can’t find it in myself to want to lie. “ // from Zeynep to Trevor!

“That’s okay. You don't have to. I prefer the truth anyway.” If there was one thing Trevor hated, it was feeling like he was being lied to. So knowing Zeynep wanted to be completely honest was nice. “Just tell me what’s going on, no matter what it is. I can handle it.”

[parvamundiarc]

          Rose stares blankly, for just a brief bit of time, before that stare turns into a scowl and her fingers curl into a fist. “Do I need to take out both his kneecaps? I can do it. I have many, many heavy wrenches and such. Just let me know.”

@dxspereaux​ got Rose for liking this | accepting!

[romancemoving]

✨❝f*ck you and your stupid fucking car.❞ 🌙 remington & vi.

✨ @dxspereaux​: ( x )

So you want me to die huh? You want me to die? You're threatening my life?? I'm calling my lawyer!!

❝Yes, I want you to die. I think you’re an annoying dick, your beard is stupid, and you make me feel like I’m constantly battling severe IBS. Every conversation with you feels like I need to schedule a colonoscopy. Yeah, Dipshit McFuckwheel the III. I want you dead.❞ He ashed his little blunt right on the hood of Remi’s car and then took a seat right there beside his mess, legs crossed. Virote hated passing by these corny, sterile business-oriented buildings just to visit his own father. But, it was something he had to do. Even at the expense of encountering Remi.

Even at the expense of not murdering Remi there in the parking. In any other universe, Virote would’ve already ripped his spine out, Mortal Kombat ‘ FINISH HIM! ’ style.

❝You’re telling me you have all this money, but you can’t find the cure for your chocolate allergy? That’s sad, huh? Kind of immature of you, too. You’re weak enough to die like that? Someone’s gonna assassinate you with a smoothie, one day. One square of super dark in that thing and you’re done. Your funeral’s gonna suck. Kind of like a colonoscopy, actually.❞

[rennisaturate]

𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

dxspereaux asked:

“ i’m sick & tired of everything . ” // from Penjani to Kumara!!!

                          “ sounds about right, ” kumara paused and sat up straight from where she’d been laid back in her chair behind the counter of the music shop. it was slow that day. “ question is, what was the last straw this time?? yanno, if you mind me asking, ”

[seekesotsibteadmist]

@dxspereaux [x] - using different editor so just moving so i can keep cutting things.

He’s been called a lot of things; Peeping Tom. Pervert. Degenerate. Et cetera, et cetera— it didn’t change the fact that Lawrence still owned a rather lucrative security tech company and had far too much access to public and private surveillance systems. “Obvious, huh?” He shrugs. “I just don’t believe in being dishonest.” Sure he did, just not when it suited him. “You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot here, why don’t we start over?” Lawrence’s hand snatches out to grab hold of Saima’s jaw, tugging it closer. “I’m Lawrence Valdis...and if you keep mouthin’ off to me, I’m gonna r i p your eyes out of their sockets.”

Saima remains quiet, sure.. okay let's allow the idea of him not wanting to be dishonest. That was almost certainly a lie but that was besides the point.

When the cretin snatches their jaw, Saima immediately tenses up as their eyes taking on a haunting coldness. If he wanted to look at their eyes so damn much.. well what he was going to see, experience next wasn't going to be too nice.

They didn't want to resort to this but it's become very clear that they have no choice. He had no sense of boundaries - the kind of work he clearly did wouldn't demand as such. So, they allow him the 'courtesy' of him forcing them just close enough - just close enough for them to know exactly what they are going to do next.

"....Okay. As you wish."

That the only words that they say before using their arms to shove him off of them with a force that he did not, or chose not to foresee. Being shoved off Saima at that velocity had to do something to the body especially if Lawrence collided with something else on his way to stopping once more. Which... was very likely to be honest.

The force that they had used was sudden, drastic and utterly inhuman in nature leaving them idly wonder how he would respond to that. Probably call his guards or something with that.

Then again, they weren't going to stick around to find out. That they knew for sure. Ah if only doing worse wouldn't make this more of a scene than it already was. Annoying.

These were eyes that he could not take, would not take no matter his demands. The arrogance of such people always did fill them with such disgust.

[cracknoir]

@dxspereaux​

“Heard you from ‘bout hundred yards off. You ain’t as slick as you think you are, partner.” 

[ofgentleresolve-a]

@dxspereaux​ sent in: ❛ if they say anything mean, i will beat their asses. ❜ // from Kidd to Mana! he is just a kid but he'll flip em like pancakes! || if you say you’ve never had a fanfiction phase you’re lying ( ft. bad fanfiction starters ) || still ( and always ) accepting!

She knows how she comes off to people. Whereas Calum would call her brilliant, careful, and genuine, she can't say the rest share his opinion. And they're not afraid to voice that among themselves. It's been like that since her college days and seems to have CARRIED over to this stage in her life. She's used to it, the stares, whispers, and rumors swirling around her, dislike never outright stated, never flung in her face.

Which is why it's touching, even if it's a kid wanting to defend her. Daniel, for all the wonderful things he was, never outright defended her when the whispers came to his ears. Calum was never privy to these conversations. Eyes softening, she brushes a hand over his shoulder in thanks. "I appreciate the SENTIMENT. Although I might suggest if you want to fight someone, you take it outside. Wouldn't want to have to report you."

[bruisedconscience]

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

me: i think i can draw sam rockwell p good at this point  larry: what was that?  me: i said i think i can draw u. like, i’ve been practicing a lot and i think--  larry: fuck you. fuck your mom. fuck your house. i’m gonna make you draw peter fucking cushing-- 

@dxspereaux​

[alxnetxgether-moved]

@heartxshaped-bruises asked: 📓📓

OC meme: still accepting

@dxspereaux : Zenyep

All of Dex's characters are fun but Zenyep manages to be adorable in an definitely an all powerful witch kinda way. I love her so much.

@demonstigma: Kage

Weird character. I never know what he's going to do or say. He keeps me on my toes. Love the little trash demon.

[romancemoved]

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✨ @seekesotsibteadmist ft. @dxspereaux mr. dude. meme. still accepting!

❝Okay, okay... Let's talk about Doyle. Heehee. We’re not dating, but... Anyway.❞

Doyle Ulysses Donnelly was the one. An ideal. Tall, an absurd amount of chest hair, lived in a trailer, a little weird, and inclined to live a life of crime that put him in jail at least fifteen thousand times. ❝When I came to America, he was my only friend. So, you know, we grew up together. I always had such a crush on him... I still do. But, like, I don’t think he likes me like that. Sure, we hold hands and I kiss him goodnight and we took each other to prom. And, slow danced real close and shit. Sure, I kissed his cheek before I left post-graduation. Doesn’t mean anything. We’re just best friends! I don’t know why people keep saying we’re a couple. I don’t think Doyle is interested in me in that way. Was never pretty like the girls in high school that passed him notes.❞

Imagine being this stupid. ❝I toy with the idea of asking him out on a date... But, I dunno. I'd rather be asked. I don't think it'll ever happen, though. I'm actually surprised he hasn't gotten married, by now. Then again, I’m also unmarried. Doyle’s always been so sweet to me, like... His personal problems aside. He is a troublemaker. I hope the person he falls in love with treasures him, ‘cause I think he’s... Dreamy. I wonder who he has his eye on. He said he has his eye on a flower. He calls me a flower, sometimes. But, I don’t think that means much of anything? He just has colorful language.❞ Really! Imagine being this stupid.

[doomtorious]

@dxspereaux​

     “Fool! Doom does as he pleases!” 

[dcsperados-a]

SEBASTIAN & DIDI.

@dxspereaux:

Bash has a more level head than her. Most of the time. It’s something she admires and wishes would rub off on her sometimes...but Didi also wouldn't change a thing about herself. Not even the quick temper. Or the near homicidal tendencies.

“Bash, I'm sorry, just— could you hold on a second, just—Yeah, I hear you yelling from across the street!” Bash was attempting to keep the peace but Didi wasn’t having it. She’s heard one catcall too many... and she’s literally with her husband! He's right here next to her! Fuck!

And Didi does understand that assault and battery is a crime but she should get a free pass for this. “Mhmm, saying all the things you'd do to me, yeah—” She's stalking across the street with Bash hot on her heels. “Don't you got somewhere to go?” Oh, she's already taking off her heel and holding the sharp end of it at the stranger menacingly. Someone’s getting stabbed with a Jimmy Choo tonight.

He’s calmer when he’s with her. Somehow, this very tiny, very angry woman has managed to curb his explosive temper. The scabs on his knuckles have long since healed over, and now, when he looks down at his hands, the first thing he sees is a plain gold wedding band. Bash still smiles every time that happens. 

Coming out of the restaurant, he’s got an arm slung round her shoulders. They’re talking. His hand tightens around the top of her arm when he hears the yelling from across the street, but he tries his best to ignore them and draw Didi back into the conversation. But she’s practically vibrating with rage now, mutters getting louder and louder till she’s yelling back at the man, slipping out from under his arm, stumbling halfway across the road as she fights to get her shoe off her foot ready. 

Bash follows her at a run, catching hold of her wrist before she can commit murder with the pointy end of her shoe. The man leers at her over Bash’s arm and says something crude, and he feels the familiar boil of rage start to bubble over in his mind. He grits his teeth, gripping Didi a little too tight for his own sake now. But blowing out a long breath, he forces himself to relax his fingers, letting go of the urge to launch himself at the stranger and start hitting. 

“Let’s go home,” he says instead, displaying what he thinks is an impressive amount of restraint. “Come on.” Tugging at her arm. “He’s not worth it, babe.” Reminding himself as well, that nothing, nothing, is worth losing Didi over. He doesn’t want to back to the place he was before he met her.

[losinmortalesperdidos]

@dxspereaux​ || From HERE

"Eighteen fifty four, August nine or nineteen..." they repeated after her slowly. Only a several years after their own arrival. Recalling something that had happened one hundred and seventy years ago, especially something so trivial as making a photo of ones of the many customers, wasn't easy. So many faces, so many days that were spent doing the similar job, similar moves, saying the same words to everyone, and that day hadn't been special. But they were going to try.

They closed their eyes, then opened them again. The expression of their face changed, it was as though its features smoothed out, and then their green irises disappeared under the whitish membrane. Pale lips opened again, their voice also changed, it almost lacked any intonation now and barely sounded human, "Eighteen fifty four. August nineteen. Mother and child. Christine... She said her name was Christine, and the daughter's name... Amalia. Christine and Amalia Forster, but... She was saying something... Something about her daughter looking just like the grand-grandmother on the portrait... Pryce... Very strong line..." 

Eastman lowered their eyelids again and when they opened them their face looked just like before, only the light perspiration on their forehead gave away the effort that had been made. Their hand instinctively touched the collar of their shirt, but everything was fine beneath it. "Was it helpful? Did you hear what you needed?" they hoped that it wasn't just a waste of time and an empty risk of their disclosure.