#firstdegreefraud

[phaseleech]

ty kidnapping fi be like: you have information heretic, and I want it

troy: yeah, tell us about the travell--

ty: what brand eyeliner do you use? cause those wings are cutting the edges of my heart, honey. DAYUM--

[ferocityflynt]

winks at him from across the room

zane has mingled and messed around with a lot of people in his life,  but he’s never enjoyed it as much as he’s enjoyed having fiona.  she’s fun in every possible way and perfectly matches his spunk.  when he suggested a date night consisting of going to the nearest seediest bar and pretending to be other people and scamming as many folks as possible,  she’d been all too eager to get it going.  it’s a reaction he’s never gotten before and if he wasn’t already head over heels for her,  he’d be now!  

he’s using his best western accent tonight,  accompanied all too fittingly by a large rimmed hat and spurs on his boots.  he fits the role perfectly and the accent seems completely natural.  no one’s doubting him at all and he’s got several folks invested in his very fake stories.  too invested to notice how much money he’s stolen from their pockets.  a few guns here and there,  too.  he leans away to take a sip from his whiskey and briefly meets gazes with fiona.  that signature little smirk of her’s shows up on her lipsticked lips and she winks,  a simple gesture that makes his heart rush.  it almost makes him stumble over the fake persona he’s created in the past hour,  but he keeps himself steady.  he can’t resist her though,  and simply excuses himself from his current company and across the bar to her side.  like the fantastic actor he is,  he tips the brim of his hat in greeting and offers a friendly,  welcoming smile.  “howdy there,  ma’am.  i’m sure ya hear this often…  but what’s a gal like you doing in a place like this?”

[bonafidegrit]

blows a smooch

SHE’S NOT REALLY LOOKING. at least that’s how it seems. eyes scanning the horizon for their next mark. for her next hunt. but the silence is mind-numbing and she feels fiona staring. doing whatever she can to break the gunslinger out of her deadly trance. the movements in her peripheral trigger an action. she waits till the end. until the bullet is in the chamber and the conwoman takes the shot. deadly aim hits the heart before nisha ‘catches’ it midair, gaze still focused ahead of her for the most part. she would only turn from her vigil to press her lips upon her closed hand grasping the symbol of affection. golden eyes stare straight at fiona.

❝ ya know if you wanted a kiss. you could’ve just asked. ❞  she softly laughs and closes whatever distance that threatens to part them, her hand reaching for the back of fiona’s neck with a longing squeeze. inching in more their lips barely touch when she speaks. ❝ hell, i wouldn’t even mind if you stole one.❞  

[rhysinpieces]

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ;v

When Fiona’s hands dart for his collar, Rhys wonders–not for the first time, either–if he’s finally pissed her off enough to get himself murdered.

So his initial response of yelping and trying to step back feel pretty stupid in retrospect when, instead, she smiles wryly and starts fixing his tie for him. The relief only lasts a moment or two; then he realises that she has absolutely no idea how to “fix” anything he’s wearing.

“Oh, whoa–whoa, whoa, no. No.” He covers her hands with his own, but when she scowls he reflexively lets go of her; physicality is still weird between the two of them. (Frankly, it’ll probably always be weird.) 

Fortunately, she releases his tie in turn, after a brief pause. “Sorry, I guess.”

Rhys’ throat clenches guiltily. Sure, he’s not really used to receiving affection or concern from Fiona, but it occurs to him that she’s probably not used to giving it, either.

“It’s… supposed to sit like that,” he reassures her, lamely. When she doesn’t react, his brain activates nervous-mode and his big mouth just has to fill the silence with something stupid. “It’s called fashion, okay?”

That brings back the smirk he’s used to seeing. 

(Starting to like seeing.)

nonsexual acts of intimacy // here

[ampleinnuendo]

owo what’s this ?????

sweet love descending from the heavens 2 drag y’all straight 2 hell w. a vibrating gun 💞 what’s good my baaaaaabbbbeeeeeeee  ! ! !   it’s the kiss kiss open some vaults album.

[jackfromthegrave]

i diagnose u with: Bastard

“Pretty sure ya never went to medical school, sweetheart.”

“Or, like, school in general. Y'know, ‘cause you’re an uneducated nobody who can’t read and eats dirt when you’re not makin’ sexy eyes at my bank account.”

[teleidoscopic]

firstdegreefraud replied to your post: how huggable are my muses, in a list from most to...

i will hug zenyatta

i am ready. ::::)

[griftersister]

Good. Better. #Sasha. #Gaige is nothing but a rotting failure. #flfourk is a loser and everyone knows it. #Zane made a strategic error when he died. The fail was strong in #Fiona.

[ferocityflynt]

winds up the arm and smacks his ass rly hard

here he is,  casually sipping his fifth pint against the bar,  elbows pressed on top of it and his posture showing that he’s relaxed and not completely paranoid for once.  fiona is here and he knows mostly everyone here,  trusts them enough to keep his back turned to them.  but don’t get him wrong--  he’s still got his pistol at a very easy reach and even though he’s completely fucking drunk,  he’s never drunk enough to let it affect his response time.  something about spending his entire life looking over his shoulder and expecting to be stabbed in the back?  yeah,  he’d rather not get started on that.

zane’s bringing the glass to his lips when the entire thing is jolted out of his grip,  completely slipping out of his gloved palm and spilling over the bar top when a hand all too fiercely meets his bottom.  his first reaction is to reach for his gun,  but--  it only takes him a second to look over and see fiona there,  grin on her face but eyes glancing elsewhere,  as if she wasn’t the one responsible for this mess.  oh,  he doesn’t mind.  he orders another pint for himself and for her and he quickly scoots closer,  shamelessly pressing his fantastic ass against her hip.  “you wanna grab me some more?  c’mon honey,  i’m all for the taking here!”

[bonafidegrit]

3, 6, 9 (damn she fine)

Ain’t no rest for the wicked || Closed

#61456328 reason why i luv bri

3: Favorite character?Moxxi, cause she’s really a nerd wrapped in a sexy corset like me sometimes. Also, Tina... cause duh

6: An OTP?FiNish!!!! Also the murderbabes (Jacisha) are kind of my end-all. Horrible bastards that they are.

9: A character you consider overrated?I don’t really?? know? probably Jack. Basically on the level of people saying that he wasn’t sooo bad and that Lilith pushed him to full diabolic levels. Babes, my dude, my loves…. Jack is/was crazy as S H I T. He was gonna reach tyrant mode eventually, Lil just brought what was inside to light a bit quicker. Ya boi is TERRIBLE. Get over it.

[jackfromthegrave]

Hey! Hey, Jack look at me .................................................. bitch.

“…………..Y’know what? I try to be nice, here. Really, I do. I’m a saint. A giver.”

“And because I’m soooo generous, how ‘bout I get you that one-way ticket off Pandora you always wanted, huh? Yeah? Oh, oh, oh, and get this: it goes aaaall the way to that hot tourist destination – fun n’ sunny strangulation town!” 

“So just… come on over and claim your prize! Real quick. C’mere.”

[ferocityflynt]

[Kisses the other on the cheek] hell yeah beetch

SOFT SENTENCES // NOT ACCEPTING

it’s been a while since zane’s gone on an actual date.  a date he actually cares about,  one which had him stressing the night before and cleaning himself up as best he could.  he’s always been a clean and tidy man regarding his appearance,  but it’s been a while since he’s shaved so he made sure to do so beforehand,  applying a generous amount of aftershave once he was done.  he dressed up nicely too,  proving his wealth isn’t just something he’s been talking about to keep her interested.  he’s got money saved up–  just doesn’t have a need to use it just yet.  but that’s a story for another date,  which if judging by how this one went,  will definitely be happening soon.

“alright,  gorgeous.  should probably let you get inside now.  it’s pretty cold out here.  and late,”  a snort leaves him,  hands slipping into the pockets of his pants as they step outside her door.  he glances down at her and he’s got the biggest urge to kiss her then and there,  even if it ends with him being stabbed in the thigh.  won’t be the first time it’s happened.  but he likes fiona.  wants her to like him,  more importantly.  if she doesn’t feel the same way about him,  then so be it.  he’s not going to force her into anything.  though those thoughts get quickly interrupted when she moves onto her tip-toes and places a lipsticked kiss onto his cheek.  he’s startled by it,  cheeks blooming with the faintest of reds.  he clears his throat and stands straight,  his smile as genuine can be.  it may have just been a simple kiss on the cheek,  but for zane,  it’s good enough.  there’s a brief pause from him before he leans down to place an awfully chaste kiss on her forehead,  stepping away before she can kick him between the knees.  “ah,  talk to ya tomorrow?”

[bonafidegrit]

‘ hit or miss . . . i guess they never miss, huh ? ’

WAS SHE DREAMING? was she dead? maybe some semblance of both once that honey thick voice reaches beyond the ringing in her ears. she gasps and on instinct sits up regardless of the hands trying to hold her still, trying to avoid the agonizing pain that shoots through her body immediately after. nerves are on fire, her muscles ache, there’s this screaming noise in the back of her head. like going through the New-U station in reverse just to be spat back out again.  

bloodshot eyes try to focus through a glazed over vision to see multiple health vials scattered about and a few jutting out her chest. a slightly intrigued tilt of her head confirms another shoved into her neck. she tries to laugh and wheezes something close… well in her head, at least.

❝hmm guess they got me pretty good this go around.❞  the purr to that tone is overshadowed by a voice that’s nothing but a raspy whisper and there’s a slow twist of her tongue as she tries to loosen her jaw a bit; feels like sandpaper in her mouth. but a smile pulls at lips dried out and cracked under the hot sun while a rekindled flame ignites behind golden eyes. 

        ❝would be rude of me not to return the favor, right? ❞ 

[intralux-m-blog]

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

・ @firstdegreefraud + Anonymous ⌷ Valentines Alphabet ・P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

In purely looks Jack looks for, well …. looks. He is a vain man, full of himself and thinks so highly of himself to make people know him as Handsome Jack. He’s going to 100% judge people on if they’re his type or not. As for what that entitles: in both he enjoys a open face and brunettes as well as unique features such as freckles or tattoos or birthmarks. In terms of females it’s a decent chest and more of a slim or petite figure he can really wrap his hands around. In males, he also likes them being smaller than him, or a hardness which comes from pain and battles as well as stubble / beards. Modifications like plastic surgery the hypocrite or bleached hair or bad tans where their skin-tone doesn’t match the hypocrite AGAIN are instant deterrents but not total turn offs,

But further on aside from a quick fuck on time and face-value, there’s a certain feistiness which sets Jack’s blood on fire. Someone who can get in his face while knowing they’re out of their depths, someone who can push past and ignore him while being fully aware of the consequences, someone who can tell him no but not completely take away his control.

[rhysinpieces]

♡ muah

pre-established relationship meme // still accepting!

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .thoughts: While of course I would love for them to be stable BFFs, I will not hold my damn breath. Their friendship really changes a lot depending on the verse but I like to think that, after everything, surely…

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .thoughts: I had to think kinda hard about this one and I still only came up with ?????To me, they don’t really have compatible lifestyles and goals, so while the love could be there, I think they would struggle–which is still fun, too. I don’t think it would ever be truly toxic but stupid? Definitely.

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .thoughts: I guess I could… sort of… see them having a familial love for each other too? But it just seems super weird to say it.

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .thoughts: see also: Tales from the Borderlands