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"You ever get that itch…Like something's creeping up you can't see?" Fiver fidgeted with the frayed cuff of his jacket, eyes darting to the shadows past the nearest streetlamp. He'd been stood at the bus stop long enough that he really should have gotten the message that the bus wasn't coming anytime soon. "I'd wait somewhere else if I were you. This spot's…wrong…tonight."
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Lips pressed into a line as it was obvious the other did not understand the meaning of her words. And quite frankly, she was not going to indulge on it any further. This kind of line of work was risky as it was, let alone when having a daft client. Morrigan knew better than that. Plenty who were money-hungry had made similar mistakes before her. Morrigan paused as she inhaled, forcing a somewhat polite smile upon her features once more. "I assume you are not insured, then?"
"IN THE REPORT. AS IT SHOULD BE. I SEE." phineas nodded, showing as clear as day that he did not understand what she was saying. of course, those weren't such THINGS that were supposed to be said out loud, but.. that was how business had always been done. it was how he did it, as a pederson, and it wasn't anyone else's BUSINESS, as far as he was concerned. was it? no. placing an envelope in front of the other, as he only smiled. "i can assure you that money is not a problem." / @tideoflament
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HOW FUCKING TEDIOUS. the feeling of autumn in the air, the putrid smell of rotted fun and merriment; eric northman flinched against the cool night as he took in the sights before him. the stench of cider, the fallen leaves, the glorious revelry that still hung, even with the overhang of darkness... and where was the self-preservation?
eric was no stranger to london. he'd traveled through many times before, even spreading roots for a few decades in what could only be defined as some of the best years of his life. however, he acknowledged (with immense chagrin) that the london air was probably the thing that disturbed him the most. all he could see, all he could smell, all he could feel... was nora.
struck down before the cure. taken from him before their reunion could have amounted to the years that they desperately deserved. two lives, ruined by greed and, probably, fate. perhaps his grudge reemerged unfairly, but his chest burned with the hatred of bill fucking compton again and again, now that he was faced with this scurrilous location once more.
maybe he should bring back the plague.
with a sweeping motion, he grumbled towards the general contentment before him, commenting to the other beside of him, "i think the only option here is sedation." he added, perhaps unfairly, "halloween," a derisive emphasis on the word, "should be fucking abolished." || @fcdcdmcmories
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❝ don’t make promises you can’t keep. ❞ / will&phineas; @fcdcdmcmories
Will had been waiting for this after all Phineas had been coming for his daughter since Katherine's return. He didn't trust him at all, he knew that if Cecilia agreed to be saved by him it would just be another person controlling her life and he couldn't bear that. "what makes you so sure I can't keep my promises? I have nothing to do with anything Donna Sweet reported in her book those were lies. You think that everyone is scared of you and will bow down well, you just aren't that scary to me Phineas Pederson."
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"this is probably a question that soooo many people around here get asked but... i'm about to be a walking cliche and ask it myself." grace mused with a shrug of her shoulders before clearing her throat. "how long you been in this place? you think there's some... weird shit going on to bring all of us here?" she couldn't help but offer a small smirk at that. "aliens? ghosts?" after what she'd dealt with? she wouldn't be so shocked now, would she? "or you think it's some like mass hallucination situation where we just... forgot what happened and we're made to believe it's all some freaky shit?"
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"Hey, it's my 'getting old' fantasy, why can't I have a private jet?" He raised a brow, knowing exactly what kind of jab she was trying to make, but simply trying to disallow her. "But, please. No kid of mine could be a lawyer. I don't want to have to answer to them someday." Jake didn't exactly hate law enforcement, he just, preferred it to be on his side. Jericho was one thing, they were all his friends and family. But here? Everyone was anyone and Jake had a penchant for bending the rules, which more often than not landed him in trouble. Trouble he needed to make sure he could get out of. "I'd settle for a doctor. Maybe a surgeon? Keep those wrinkles away." He smiled, and wanted to be happy for her, but, the idea of her finding love was something that he couldn't help but find bittersweet. He'd always have a soft spot for Emily. Always had, and always would. There was something about the finality of her finding someone that felt like a door closing in his face. Even if it was a door he hadn't felt he was ever going to have the opportunity to walk through anyway, seeing it close made it real. It was a loss, no matter how small. "Well, at least it was an accident. Make sure to tell your kids that, they love hearing that sort of thing. Really though, I'm happy for you. I hope it works out, even if it's a little weird. Am I allowed to say it's a little weird?"
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"OH, GOD. YOU'RE SPEAKING LIKE A RICH PERSON ALREADY. PRIVATE JET? REALLY? what's next? a different car for every day? a private driver?" but it made her grin, because as long as he was happy, emily had a feeling that she could be happy too. right? maybe, it was impossible for two people that were as connected as they were to not want to see the other happy, but .. really, that was all that she had wanted for him. "oh, yeah. he'd also be a charmer and not have a tendency to start brooding in the middle of the day for no good reason. I CAN SEE IT. AND EVENTUALLY, HE'D GET SOME FANCY JOB AS A LAWYER OR OH, OH.. A JUDGE AND EVENTUALLY, WHEN YOU KICKED THE BUCKET, MANY YEARS FROM NOW, HE'D BECOME THE NEW MAYOR. although, with the amount of doctors in his family, that's probably where the poor kid would go." she all but glared at him as he spoke, knowing that he was all of those things that he had mentioned, good and kind, especially. but knowing him? of course he didn't see it. "look, i'm not taking him, i'm just.. well, we went on one date, but he's really sweet and different and i think.. he likes me. AND I LIKE HIM. IT WAS PRETTY MUCH AN ACCIDENT." she didn't realise she was blushing as she spoke. pretending to gasp. "you figured out my master plan! rude! see, now you're stuck with me. we're going to see each other on christmas, birthdays, all kinds of holidays.. and if it ever happens, our kids will be cousins. pretty wild, huh? YOU'LL NEVER BE RID OF ME. EVER!" grinning. / @springbandit
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it was safe to say that margaery found this place strange. fascinating, but strange all the same. though there were some similarities to king's landing, it still hurt her heart to see people suffering. since she'd woken up here, margaery had been volunteering at what they called a homeless shelter it helped ease her mind some. she was still racked with nightmares of being burned alive, hoping that she'd see her family again but mourning them all the same. the brunette was so lost in her thoughts that she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, barely stopping herself from running into someone "oh, my apologies. it seems I was too caught up in my thoughts. i did not harm you, did I?"
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"the world isn't kind to little girls who don’t know their place." || vi & marcus || @fcdcdmcmories
a grimace dances across vi's features, hands forming into fists. if there's one thing vi has had trouble with is knowing her place. what is so awful a about wanting better for herself and her people? she's supposed to just like down and take the abuse, the leftovers from the rich, to live a life of absolute shit just because of where she was born.
she'll be damned if she ever settles. daddy raised a fighter, with him gone all vi can hold on to is the anger, and so she must fight.
"yeah, tried that once, not really my thing." she scoffs, her arms crossed in front of her chest as a barrier. "what's my place supposed to be, huh?"
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"Fancy running into you here." Billy smirked, taking a seat in the rundown diner. It was early, the sun was yet to come up. But, he'd been wandering the streets late at night and needed somewhere to shake off the chill that was clinging to him. "What's with the look in your eye? Relax, it's just tea." His brow furrowed. "You don't think I've got some kind of trick up my sleeve, do you?"
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It was definitely the Pederson name that had Corduroy interested. Some of these highly influential people had fascinating stories about the city and its inner workings. He liked having access to both sides of the coin — and right now he wondered if Phineas' shiny side had tarnished a little bit.
After Cord brought two cups of tea, only one of them sans sugar, he let his body language relax, taking a sip before he spoke again.
"I am sure you've been in rooms with some interesting people. It's not them I am fascinated by, but rather your own experience — I was wondering how it feels to be in the middle of something monumental happening. Do you know it, does it sink in ? Or is it only after that you are able to recognize the importance of such a moment."

"OH, YOU ARE MOST WELCOME. IF WE ARE BEING HONEST.. IT IS ME WHO SHOULD BE THANKING YOU. IT'S NOT EVERY DAY THAT ONE GETS AN INVITATION SUCH AS THIS ONE." he knew that he was influential around town and that it was something that he had long ago gotten used to, because it was something that came with the PEDERSON NAME. wasn't it? and perhaps, indeed a small price to pay for everything else. wasn't it?
sitting down, he straightened his tie, all but smiling in the other's direction. "that would be most appreciated, yes. without any kind of sugar, if you'd be so kind?" and whatever was going to come out of this, it was good for the family name, yes? yes. / @monumented
#( quiet when im coming home — threads )#fcdcdmcmories#loving cord sucking up a bit like ooh look how amazing you are LOL
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"this is unbelievable? I'M SORRY? what part of me leaving did you confuse as an invitation to bloody follow me. HM?" cecilia could have sworn that she had never stepped foot inside this building before. yet, when it had come to making her swift exist ; it was like she knew EXACTLY where to go. not that she could have held much trust in that, considering she had taken herself to a bloody dead end. the stairs or the elevator that seemed to only go in one direction. well, she told herself that any direction was better from this lunatic as she frustratingly pressed the button to call down the elevator. "i mean it! you do not want to mess with me!" @fcdcdmcmories
#cecilia ; convo#cecilia ; parker#tw: mental health#i've got all your memes saved to but i thought for clarification we might wanna finish this part of the previous thread first?#i mean for totally 'innocent' reasons :)#haha
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gi-hun felt absolutely crushed about the losses that he'd suffered. he would never forget the names or the faces of the folks who were gone. he'd made friends, even in that short period of time. those folks felt like friends and not just allies. so... when he saw ali? standing across the way? it felt like someone punched him in the stomach, as tears glistened in his eyes. "ALI? ALI ABDUL?" gi-hun felt his feet running towards the other, as he gathered the man in his arms. "ali, oh my god. it's true. i cannot believe that it is you. ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"
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#🦑 ( gi hun ) do you think money solves everything?!#i love ali so so so much <3#mental health tw#ptsd tw#grief tw#crying tw#death tw#murder tw#torture tw#violence tw
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❝ Your kindness and ability to see the good in people, it’s the best thing about you. But people take advantage. ❞ / kat&phineas; @fcdcdmcmories
Katherine had to admit she had been trying everything she could to save her daughter from this backlash she'd failed her once and she wasn't about to let it happen again. Phineas had told her repeatedly that he'd changed and maybe she was putting that to the test with all her requests in trying to save her daughter. "Phineas, I don't think Max is like that, he says his clinic could use some help, and the hospital already has you what could I possibly offer?" she mused moving to wrap her arms around him smiling softly "Though I have to admit if I do get taken advantage of will my super strong knight come to my rescue?" she mused pouting slightly up at him.
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" oh i wouldn't dare. i am simply saying that you must understand people's reasons for disbelief, when we swore obeisance to rhaenyra targaryen as the rightful heir. oaths are not so easily broken by a few works no one heard. " davos spoke plainly, a shrug of his shoulders. " i believe it to be, yes. in fact i do not have the patience for sensibilities, either. "
"MY DAUGHTER, THE QUEEN AND THE KING'S OWN LADY WIFE, WAS THERE WITH HIM AS THE KING LAY DYING. ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT SHE LIED?" he wasn't going to accept such a thing coming from anyone. in fact, he demanded respect for his daughter and .. there was no one that he loved more. there never had been, actually. right? "is it so?"
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her eyes lit up at the sight of the other, grinning like a damn fool. "dad!" she exclaimed in excitement and relief. "we really need to stop reuniting like this. ending up in some weird places." she teased but there was truth to her words. cassie loved the excitement but it did little for her nerves when she first arrived; spending so long looking for her family. "are you okay?" cass questioned as she embraced him tightly, sighing in relief at the warmth of him. he was real. he was here. it wasn't some desperate hallucinations. "any ideas where we are or... how the hell we ended up here?" she questioned as she pulled back, looking at him with furrowed brows.
#( fcdcdmcmories. )#( cassie interacts. )#( cassie x scott. )#clearly we love our father/daughter duos lmao#i love that
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"everything is meaningless without you." || matt & jacob || @fcdcdmcmories
"huh?" matt looks up from his phone, taken by surprise by the sudden statement. " are you talking to me or the car? because, really dude, it's no problem at all. i know it's a piece of shit car. i would just really rather not having to spend more money on a new one, you know?"
of course, there's always the secret third option that he was not talking about either and matt had just completely embarrassed himself. a likely and frequent occurrence.
"i-i mean, i tried taking a look and it looked... fine-ish? not like i know much, but it just... you know, goes perfectly fine for a few miles and then just dies. these aren't just from hitting the gym." he flexes his arms, he's lost count of how many times he's had to push the old thing around. though really it had been worse on his leg than any real arm workout he could've gotten out of it.
"maybe i'll just stop talking now, how 'bout that?"
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