#fatalhymn.

[downs1de-has-moved]

Roman is already annoyed because Han gets to drive. It's salt in the wound when he peeks the red lace draped playfully around the gearshift. He's shocked, appalled even, but mostly green with envy. Jaw dropped, he points, or is it a reach? " Bruh, who left they panties in your car? "

Well, Han wasn't expecting the gift that awaited wrapped around his gearshift, let alone finding out about it with Roman in the car—but that made it all the sweeter, didn't it?

"What? Girls don't leave their thongs in yours?"

Han's smirk is wide as he reaches out faster than the other and grabs the panties, stuffing them in his jacket pocket before Roman can make contact with them: He is not getting his hands anywhere near his girl's undies, not on his watch.

[desalvar]

Our romantic tension during the boop war was unparalleled

You, me, next april fool's 👁👁

[renownedagent]

" you okay ? you've been eying me up for the last 10 or so minutes like i'm fresh meat ? i'm pretty sure these guys here are more your type, not a witty, handsome british agent .. "

@fatalhymn liked for a starter!

[nursc]

bites at the nurse's mouth ♥

❛⠀⠀now what did i just say?⠀ ❜⠀ brushing amelia's hair behind her ear, christine cups the assassin's chin, gentle and soft, but unyielding, keeping those dangerous lips in check. it is easier said than done. she's well aware that there is no lock in this universe that can keep the other settled for more than a minute, but if she wants to do something impressive with her career, she's going to need to do something even more impressive in the bedroom. find a way to keep amelia distracted.⠀ ❛⠀⠀i have to work. i know, i know. and when i finish...⠀ ❜⠀ a frown stretches across her features, regret pooling in her eyes. ❛⠀⠀i'll have to eat and clean, i mean! look at the mess we made earlier, babe.⠀ ❜

[endeavvor]

" shut up and let me help you. " then one from amelia being not a freak

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

In the face of dire circumstances, the Captain hadn't let them know he was hurt. No one had seen him take the shot to his shoulder. No one had seen him fall back, stop, and pack the wound. They only saw when he ran around the corner, donning a dark colored jacket, with a look of sheer determination masking the pain that curled around the edges.

He had to be okay for them. Keep them moving forward. Help them survive.

But as the team stopped and made camp for the night, he shied away from those reaching out to pat him on the back. Kept his head down so no one saw the color that had drained from his cheeks, or the sweat that littered his brow. Grit his teeth as he kept his movements as fluid as possible despite the numbness sinking in to the tips of his fingers that made his arm feel more and more like dead weight.

He had almost gotten away with it.

Almost ceased the second he moved away from the others for privacy and stopped just short of the terror that is Amelia Sinclair. He sees it in the curl of her lips, the flash of white that expose the line of her teeth, that she knows. He flinches, expecting her to reach out, apply pressure, hurt him; the result is him half cowering, eyes shut tightly, and half raised palms in surrender. There might have also been a soft squeak of protest, but he'll never own up to it.

But the only pain that comes is from his own movement.

As blue cracks open again, levels on her, he sees she hasn't moved at all. Just stares back with those overly large, green eyes. Something flashes behind them, and if he didn't know any better, he'd actually think she was concerned. His lips part to argue, but she cuts him off instead, surprising him further, but doing nothing to gain his trust.

"I'm going to stick with no."

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ i’ve dumped someone for less — like color coding their books.⠀ ❜

starter call. I @fatalhymn

[filthystill]

@fatalhymn // digging holes.

That voice was in his ear again. Look away, look away, look away. Don't listen to it. Disregard it. Do not look away. Commit it to memory. All the bad things you did. Make sure you dream about them. You wanted this. Finish the job.

Lord, can you hear me up there? Deliver me from this. Get me through this. I want to see the other side. I want to see my daughter again.

Do you, though? Is that what you want?

Silent car-ride, body in the trunk. He stands in half-dug hole, out in the woods, dazzled by the headlights of the car, sticks the shovel in the dirt, finally thinks to talk to her, his accomplice, "you realize you're involved now, right?" Ominous, spat in the mud, "you're an accessory. No going back."

He left it unsaid, just let his eyes do the talking; you're either with me, or you're against me.

[florencc]

@fatalhymn liked for a starter (still accepting).

"i'm starting over." words were said with a certainty these days –– she'd said it so many times, to countless strangers, that they had more conviction than they used to. it was the truth, after all. she was starting over, yet again, merely months after the last time she had started over. she didn't stay in places any longer than a year or so, too many questions came about if she did. and so, she'd rehearsed this act enough times to try and avoid any probing questions where she could.

"you know how it is." florence's shoulders lifted in a shrug, look of nonchalance dancing across her face. "you have a bad break up, so you go elsewhere to start fresh. total cliché, aren't i?" eyes rolled playfully at herself as she continued her act, dropping just enough details that most strangers didn't dare ask more questions. at least, that was the plan. "nothing more exciting than that, i'm afraid." liar.

[apothekosm]

✰ - " gimme a kiss! "

SEND '✰' WITH A COMMAND AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO FOLLOW THROUGH.

Their lips meeting arcs electricity along every exposed nerve beneath her backless dress.

Her response to Amelia is always so intense, no matter what the circumstance. Her heart raced, her skin flushed underneath the silk. Even still, she'll blame it on the command; her hunger.

One hand slid into the assassin's dark hair while the other gripped her thigh under the table. When she finally broke the kiss, nestling her cheek against beloved cheek, her lipstick was an impression against Amelia's lips and her bright, baby blues were darkened.

❝ I'd suggest we find somewhere a little less public, ❞ she purred, trailing her fingers higher up Amelia's thigh. ❝ But your surprise is almost here... ❞

With how rare it was to find time in both their schedules for a date at such an exclusive café, the Aspect of Love had truly gone all out.

The platter of custom ordered ❛ extra fluffy kitty cat pancakes with powdered cinnamon on the cheeks to look like freckles ❜ was being delivered presently! And the only thing that would make Beatrice happier than Amelia all to herself later would be Amelia all to herself later after the look on her face as her present arrived.

[downs1de-has-moved]

@fatalhymn liked for a starter from Rob

"This is—really good, actually. Needs a little fine-tuning, but the spirit's there."

Rob flips through the pages of the small notebook Amelia handed him, her work-in-progress lyrics scrawled in bursts of energy. She'd entrusted him with it hesitantly, asking him to be nice.

He didn't have to try. There's something there—raw, unpolished, but full of potential. If given the proper attention, she could become a damn good lyricist. That's not something you see every day in pop stars, and it's a welcome surprise.

It's also surprising how well they're getting along now. He'd been wary at first, put off by her tabloid reputation and the whirlwind of drama that seemed to follow her. He's not one for theatrics and has seen too many projects derailed by big egos. But the more time they've spent working together, the more he's come to see her for what she really is—talented, authentic, and fiercely passionate about music. Even if the final products she's forced to churn out don't always reflect that.

Looking up from the notebook, Rob raises an eyebrow.

"And remind me again—why don't the bigwigs want you working on this?"

[desalvar]

↕️ are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

SINDAY HEADCANONS // accepting

to start off with, nikodemus is less of a rigid one bracket/role kind of guy and more of a fluid versatile. lots of wants, needs, indulgences, dalliances, curiosities in one man, why deny himself any of them

that said, it depends on the partner. he makes a phenomenal, confident dominant, if a little on the mean side, and enjoys toying with control over one's pleasure as far as their limit can go - sometimes even cleverly beyond it. but it's not exactly a role that necessitates his trust or affections so he can perform it without either of those. submission's where he genuinely always enjoys himself and lets restrictions fall to the wayside entirely - as well as control, something he has a tight, immovable grip on in every other aspect of his life. but it's also, by necessity, always a result of built respect, reliance, fondness and connection before he can take the leap of deference. a bit of a feral, unhinged submissive, it's often a little bit like taming a sly wild animal with him. hence, it's also difficultly earned.

in terms of roles though, he could care less about the giving/receiving part. flexible switch who makes zero connection between topping and domming, nor bottoming and subbing. really, no variable determines positions for him (height, weight, age, genitalia, etc) except partner's preference, desire and mood

[mastermicd]

@fatalhymn : ❝ when was the last time you ate something? ❞

redhead blinked slowly, as if waiting for more questions to follow, when really she was just taking a little longer to process the one that had been put to her. apparently that bump on the head had been a little harder than she’d thought, and she and amelia had done the bizarre and switched their roles. “I had oatmeal this morning for breakfast.” words came with a stern nod, followed by a quick furrowing of her brows. “wait, what time is it?” she asked, suddenly concerned. “perhaps I do need to eat something.” 

[endeavvor]

❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜

🌙 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃

Jim's response is a breathy laugh. He is doubled over slightly, hand pressed to his abdomen, low, just over the jutting of one hip bone. Blood is running through the tips of his fingers where he's failing to stem the bleeding as he's broken rule number one of any penetrative object: do not remove it.

McCoy can, and will, yell at him later.

"I didn't mean me." He breathes out heavily, nostrils flaring, and he forces himself upright. "Though your commentary is absolutely fascinating on the subject, thank you."

[mindsmade]

continued / @fatalhymn

He's not above laughing at someone's misery — perhaps especially Amelia's. That's her fault for being so bloody dramatic about it. In Kane's mind, that gives him licence to ridicule at will. ❛  Heh. I never left the room, darlin'. Didn't you bring your phone? Use the flashlight on that.  ❜ Well, he's not completely without sympathy towards her anymore, at least. Some distant, buried part of himself can imagine this stuff isn't up everyone's alley. It's just the dichotomy between her profession painting her as fearless and ... this, that sets him off.

❛  I can shoot you if that'd make you feel better. All you need to do is ask,  ❜ he proceeds, gradually tugging her along down the aisle, towards the altar. It's a rickety table that looks like it could've been pulled straight out of a classroom. Bloody Anabaptists.

❛  This looks like a dungeon? To think we're only in a rickety church ...   ❜ Towards her he leans then, his eyebrows lowering into a frown. ❛  Who knows what horrors await you below ground?  ❜ Nothing, other than worms, most likely. ❛  Joking, before you freak out. This ain't a Catholic church. Now — eyes peeled! We're lookin' for a specific bible. Got a dark green cover that'll reveal a red hardcover when peeled back.  ❜

[filthystill]

i asked for extra pickles, and they give me two? so what, a normal amount of pickles is one? makes no goddamn sense.

meme i lost xoxoxo

He had not stopped to inspect his food, and pauses when she speaks, looking at her kinda weird. He dumps his burger in the pile of wrappers, and stands up, slides out of the booth.

"Sir! Sir! You can't be back here!" One of the teenaged members of staff tries to block his way, but he simply does not pause his stride, and disappears behind the fryers. There is yelling, none of it in Jimmy's voice.

When he comes back, he has pickles all up his arm, and stuck to his knuckles. He drops the fistful of pickles on the table, and sits back down. He continues eating. He is permeating vinegar into the atmosphere.

"Good burger," he says with full mouth.

[feleshero]

@fatalhymn is on the naughty list FOREVER: " Maybe it's because he was actually a huge coke head, what about that?"

❝ Rodolfo R. Reindeer has never, in his mortal life, even LOOKED at cocaine! The Abominable Snowman, he was a coke addict, but RUDY? My sweet, son, Rudolph!? He can't even eat spaghetti with too much sauce, he gets heart burn! ❞