#eiiidetic

[lindsayerins]

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@eiiidetic said 🥺️ → kat edison, from the bold type.

[nusevenarchived]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓          𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒          𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓          𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐒.          an     act     of     adrenaline     &     thrill     splashes     within     veins.          dance      of      figure      in      a      r  u  s  h      above      the      air      escaping      death      that      followed      only      seconds      before      gaze        coated        in        terror        lands        upon        abandoned        building        that        provides        s  a  f  e  t  y.          harsh        push        of        familiar        door        as        young        features        slip        inside.          breathing        is        still        heavy        &        air        struggles        reaching        vital        organs        twisting        within        chest        as        nerves        are        attacked        by        sudden        loss        of        control        encircled        in        previous        events.                     ❛                   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝      𝚠𝚊𝚜      𝚜𝚘      𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎      !          bill      sent      me      out      with      some      of      the      older      boys      &      then      the      men      we      were      supposed      to      steal      from      ,      𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪      𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕      𝕦𝕤      𝕠𝕦𝕥      &           ─                     ❜                    ony      when      realization      hits      &      ocean      eyes      sparkling      with      fear      land      upon      two      individuals      instead      of      one      ,      a      sharp      pain      cuts      through      flesh       of       abdomen      allowing      crimson      liquid      to      penetrate      through      fabric.          teeth      dance      against      lower      lip      like      he’s      trying      to      swallow      the      words      already      hanging      on      the      surface.                     ❛                    .     .     .          uh     ,     𝚑𝚎𝚢     𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.                     ❜

[mastermicd-arch]

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

“nobody remembers the victims, everybody remembers the killer. and that's exactly what happens when an agent puts the story ahead of the case.”

[jigscw]

frank is glaring a hole into his head. even from across the lawn where his best friend is currently being treated like a jungle gym for two toddlers --- he can feel the lethality of frank castle’s gaze. and yet, he figures it only serves him right, considering he’s staring a hole through the other kid’s head. maybe kid’s not the right word --- but he’s younger than emily. some newbie to the squad. twenty-something fresh-faced newbie who thinks he’s some hot shit because he’s a marine. he knows he shouldn’t. not here. in front of half their unit. her family. their friends. anyone and everyone who knows but pretends not to know what it is they’re doing but --- well, when has he ever been known for his impulse control?

he grabs two fresh bottles of beer, uncaps both, gives frank a nod and ignores the look of knowing disappointment on the other man’s face as he saunters his way over to emily and her new friend. she’s laughing --- but it’s one of those polite, respectful laughs. not genuine. the kid’s too oblivious to know the difference.  ❝ what’s so funny? ❞  he grins, eyebrows arching over his sunglasses, one arm lifting to lazily drop an arm over emily’s shoulders as he hands her one of the beers. turning, he presses his mouth to her temple ( a universal message that she’s taken --- thankyouverymuch. even if he’ll never make it official. )  ❝ i like laughin.’ ❞  the kid stutters, his ears turning pink, and to billy’s utmost pleasure, he makes the mistake of stuttering out his name. a quick ‘it was nothing mr. russo --- billy, sir.’ he smirks, spine straightens, arm eases further around emily’s shoulder, beer danging from his fingers as he delivers the most satisfying of death blows.  ❝ lieutenant. ❞  he corrects, the arm that’s holding his beer and curled around his girl’s shoulder curling so he can take a sip, inadvertently pulling the brunette closer.  ❝ you making friends, baby? ❞  turning down to finally look at emily, he’s already decided that the verbal lashing he’s about to receive will be well worth it.          /         @eiiidetic​   +   ta daaaaaaa

[doctordonovan-a]

❝  i actually thought you were kind of mad at me, if i’m honest.  ❞  

she’s never been the angry type:   but,   she knows,  such a thing isn’t known by those who are yet to figure her out.  it is better how things are  -  the more negative an emotion,  the more she knows to bury it down.   (  her purpose,    from youth,    has been a very simple one.  to be useful.  a young girl surrounded by much older men  -  surrounded by those who wouldn’t falter to use the slightest shown emotion against any argument she made.  )   growing up in labs,  raised to be the perfect little scientist above ever being visibly emotional.

 ❝   mad?  no.  not at all.   ❞    softness returns to tone,  confusion briefly flickering through her as peridot eyes return to  @eiiidetic​ .    ❝   I’m a ‘process things on the inside’ type when I’m in public.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it to come across as cold   -   it’s just...   easier to think things over that way.   ❞

[lindscys]

        a detective @lindscys —                                             — and an analyst @eiiidetic .

                                              guarded by em and claire. ©

[seesgood]

❝ ---- and then he just like, disappeared. some guy came over, said something about a call, and that was it. it’s been radio silence for weeks, em. ❞  irritated, her fingers rake through her hair as she exhales a heavy breath, dropping the small stack of memorabilia back into the box she’s supposed to be unpacking.  ❝ and like, i knew this was a thing with military guys, you know? like the flirty, oh i’m hot and charming and look at my biceps and also i save the world in my spare time --- but i thought they at least waited a couple months before they ghosted. ❞          /          @eiiidetic​   +   kinda plotted things.

[fyrewalks]

'' it's up to you. '' // @eiiidetic

jemma stirs her tea with a thoughtful hum, careful to keep from clanking the spoon too loudly. she’s used to being consulted, her expertise sought out. “this is quite the prank,” she hedges. “and i wouldn’t be the one facing any adverse consequences.” oh, it’d be wonderful. if it goes right, it’d be outright legendary. but as all pranks went, it was expected to be met in equal if not greater retaliation. it’d be hard to top what she suggested, and if they did... jemma’s thankful she likely wouldn’t be present to see it. 

[trustsarchive]

☤   STARTER CALL.

“i’m seriously not joking,  @eiiidetic​,”   despite the laugh beneath the words,  lauren truly is serious,   “i’ve had pizza stolen by rats before,  they really do that.  it’s not an exaggeration,”

[desafia]

@eiiidetic​  ||  s.c. 

             ❛  isn’t this against the rules,  or do you get special fed exemptions?  ❜   brow arches as she signs.  when she opened the door she had expected the marshal.  but she isn’t disappointed by the sight of the other woman instead.  she’s still settling in and it’s comforting to see some kind of familiar face.  she isn’t likely to see her friends again.  she’ll take what she can get.  the small smile on her lips falters before she adds with a touch of uncertainty  ❛   or is this visit for fed business.  ❜  

[mastermicd-arch]

@eiiidetic​ ♡’d this so i’m throwing you a random muse (still accepting) !

“you look great, by the way.” his hand lifted in front of him to gesture towards emily, as if she didn’t already know exactly what she looked like. “big date tonight? who’s the lucky guy?”

[jigscw]

❝ you’re worrying . ❞          /          @eiiidetic   +   liked for a one-liner ! 

[enduringlystoic]

    ❝ is this your first time in new orleans? you look a little overwhelmed. ❞

@eiiidetic​  ♥’d for a starter

[fortislumen-archive]

@eiiidetic​​    said:    ❝  how about a good night kiss?  ❞

the  redhead  completely  forgets  about  the  door  to  her  apartment  that  she  was  already  on  her  way  to  open,  quickly  turning  around  to  look  at  emily.    ❝  doesn't  have  to  be  a  goodnight  kiss  if,  you  know...  ❞    head  tilts  to  the  side  as  her  hands  find  emily's  shirt  to  play  with.    ❝  you  STAY  for  the  night.  wouldn't  wanna  let  me  sleep  alone  on  this  cold  night,  right?  ❞    she's  pouting  now,  hands  letting  go  of  the  grip  they  had  on  the  brunette's  shirt  so  she  could  carefully  lay  her  arms  atop  her  shoulders,  sealing  her  attempt  to  persuade  her  to  stay  with  the  so  wanted  kiss  she  had  requested.

[seesgood]

does caroline like pineapple on pizza

no she's not a heathen

[conziergearch]

EIIIDETIC ;   EMILY RHODES ,   @eiiidetic​

he was alone, in every sense of the word. he didn't have a david or a jack to run back to, you know? no one that kept him safe outside of a pair of parents who ran the household. someone to talk to that was really part of who he was. emily knew that and understood that, but it still hurt to hear it come out of his mouth. jacob was her best friend, or maybe a lot more, but you didn't run into that more than once. at least emily hadn't, the other people she called friends were just temporary acquaintances along the rhodes family journey across the country.

"you have me," her thumb ran against his cheek bone, the rest of her hand cupping the side of his face. "you always have me, jake. you do know that, right?" eyebrows furrowed, but something caught in her chest. it almost like a switch, a switch to change the tension of the conversation to make him and the rest of the world forget she had real emotions. couldn't get too close to admitting that she was practically in love with the guy, right? "it's kind of in the best friend handbook and you know how seriously i take that handbook."

                  you have me.   funny,  how something so well-meant could feel like a cutting lie.   the spring felt colder this year,   with cool breezes pushing through opened windows into a warmly lit bedroom.   he had his arms loosely resting around his legs,   perched on the windowsill and overlooking the rhodes family’s backyard.   did her parents know he was up here again?   sometimes it felt like he wasn’t welcome,   and maybe that was the truth :   couldn’t really hold it against them,  either.   why trust someone who sleeps outside more often than in his foster home?   the touch had jaw tense and slack within seconds,   eyes flickering to emily before jacob pulled away.   it wasn’t meant as a rejection,   but something about her fingertips against his skin made him...  sick.   or not.   maybe it wasn’t sickening,   maybe it was…   irritating.   nervously,   he began pushing the skin around his fingers back.     “ i know,  i know…”     he muttered.     “ i’m gonna have make enough money eventually.   move somewhere nice,   have my own four walls…   you could move in with me. ”     the croaking voice and forcedly nonchalant shrug rolling off his shoulders were meant to make it sound less desperate,   and part of him knew what the insinuated undertones meant :   she had moved so often,   jacob knew she’d move again eventually.     and that strangled him,   the prospect of losing her.     “ we’d make it work.   i’m not half a shit cook.   i could work for a restaurant.  maybe we’d save enough money for a boat and just go where we want to. ”