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i didn't even realize i was bleeding. (Michael, except he doesn't say it he just looks at where he's bleeding and goes "!")
ππ ππ πππππππ, though not the victim. they both know who the perpetrator is. that doesn't stop him from being concerned for the one who he calls his friend. he does not know the physical limits of his counterpart - is he inhuman much like himself? or is one injury enough to put him out of commission? ART had never considered himself the type to nurse an injury. in fact - he had no knowledge on the medical side of things. he was only built for violence, he didn't know how to care for someone when they were in a state of need. there is a cut down the side of the man's arm, gushing blood through the tear in his jumpsuit. he seems to stare at it with distain - but it's difficult to see whether or not he is feeling the pain or not. feigning shock, ART throws his hands up as he looks at the injury. leaning over the arm in question, he moves some of the fabric out of the way. giving him a side long glance, he shakes his head at him. more caution should be applied, that's the message that he is trying to get across - as if he can be one to speak on it. he had been in worse situations, all because of his carelessness.
plucking a shard of broken glass out of the wound, he tosses it to the side. well, that's what he gets for trying to go through a window ! it wasn't the wisest of decisions; but he was the type who didn't let his victims escape. ART was surprised at his insistence at keeping one speed for the entirety of it. himself? he didn't mind prancing around, making himself look like a fool. even if he was trying to kill someone while doing it. this man, he took this utterly serious, no chances of making himself the clown. running his hand over the cut, he pulls his hand away with blood on it - looking at the color of it. so, he bleeds just like everyone else. curious.
#ππβπΎππΌ πππΌπ» & πππ'βπΌ ππΌββππ½ππΌπ» / in character.#inxspacetime
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Derek grunted. "I didn't want you driving home in this." He grumbled, eyeing the smaller man. "Stop making me regret it before I rip your feet off." Still, he shifted towards the other man, getting his heat closer to Ike and tucking the blanket behind him tightly, drawing it firmly between them (and maybe stealing more from Ike) so that his heat would share between them better before he settled down and closed his eyes. He wasn't close to sleep, but Ike didn't need to know that.
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"how did you get this scar?" -- ty, @inxspacetime
β which'n? β which one? the words sounded together in one whole, by speaking fast enough & slurred together off the tongue naturally, curiosity brewing. an eyebrow raises, as though waiting to pinpoint exactly which scar visible that ty wanted to know about. always seems to forget that the most unusual one he had was on his face -- to him, it was normal, like living & breathing, eating & sleeping. to another, it was a spectacle to look at. a soft oh! escapes when the other man gestures to his face -- the dull glass once in it twinges, but only as a ghost pain. remembrance of a former time, of a painful time.
johnny's head shakes side-to-side, instinctively. the corners of his lips naturally lift into some resemblance of a crooked smile -- teeth that shine halfway between half parted lips. his brow remains raised, piqued, gaze that falls before lifting to return to the other. johnny's finger absently moves to the scar, itching at it where it hits cheek.
β not gonna lie, i forget that one's there, β that was a truth. johnny lets out a low chuckle, bears down from his chest. β lets just say, my siblin's & i were too rowdy when we were younger, β that was a lie. he knew how to hide it, though. β we had a bad habit of gettin' into all sorts of trouble. livin' on a old farm, y'know, there's a lot of broken things everywhere. my sister decided she wanted to play with glass & i was just the unsuspectin' victim, β & that was partially true, partially false. meant to sound a bit more nicer & prettier than what it actually was. ty didn't need to know the full truth, after all. it was easier that way.
β it don't hurt anymore. barely notice it anymore, β johnny laughs, letting his fingers come down from his face. his shoulder rises & falls, laugh that spills like honey whiskey -- low, but sweetened, louder this time. β least it don't mess up my pretty face, β johnny adds -- acknowledging part of the deeper truth of such a statement. it still lures in the people he wants. he opts to move on, gesturing vaguely to his arms, where numerous scars lied, embedded. old & new, combined. β & the rest of these scars? workin' on a farm & workin' on cars will do that to ya. treat it as kinda like a reward for hard work where y' can, y'know? β
#inxspacetime#inxspacetime -- ty.#βΊβΊ π’π'π¬ π©π₯ππ²ππ’π¦π! β€» ic.#βΊβΊ π’π'π¬ π©π₯ππ²ππ’π¦π! β€» arc i. wolf in sheeps clothing.
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π£οΈ Lawrence and mark
Send me π£οΈ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine : : @inxspacetime
[ A ] LAWRENCE.
ONE.
Adam , with a headache: Advil me up, daddy. Lawrence: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
TWO.
Lawrence: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Adam : If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
[ B ] MARK.
ONE.
Adam : Heh, Mark sneezes like a girl. Mark: How about I pound you like boy? Mark: That didnβt come out right.
TWO.
Mark: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Adam : β¦All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.
#πΈ γ πππ πππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ ππ γ inbox Β°#ποΈ βγ lawrence gordon γβ β inxspacetime . β ποΈ#ποΈ βγ mark hoffman γβ β inxspacetime . β ποΈ#π· γ πππ ππππππππ ππππππππ πππππππ γ ooc Β°#inxspacetime#(( OH THIS IS KILLING ME LMAO ))#(( correct me if I'm wrong but Mark would SO monologue like that ))#(( also adam absolutely says 'advil me up daddy' ))
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Crass, but perceptive. Trevor granted him that. He took one last drag from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, smashing it under his boot. "Whoa, there, Mickey. You'd do better to buy a man a drink first before you start asking about his body count."
The words were followed by a slick and slow moving smirk. He never had an issue opening up about the things he'd done. After all, there was no point in doing something if he was too ashamed to take credit.
"Now, how about this. We go back inside, you order us a bottle of vodka, and we swap murder stories. I mean, you've obviously gotten your hands dirty too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked."
#Rats in the basement trying our patience [Trevor Philips]#tw murder mention#inxspacetime#Queue can't put the monster back in its box
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@inxspacetime // continued from here
"Oh yeah, buddy, it counts for so much," Stu said, never subtle about his sarcasm. "If I'm real sorry, I bet that'd count for something too, right?"
The sad thing was, he was glad to see Randy, despite everything. Glad he was still around. Sometimes, he had dreams that he hadn't hesitated that night, and he'd put the knife through Randy's neck, and he's wake up. not totally sure that wasn't what had happened. Sometimes in the dreams, Randy would look up at him with blood in his mouth, somehow still able to speak enough to say I knew it was you.
"You suspected me first, and maybe that would've counted if you'd done anything about it. Oopsie daisy."
#inxspacetime#inxspacetime // randy#v // tbd#(either a prison visit or he's been released???)#// thread
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"God, with this face you could be a model." Flynn lower his dark glasses to take a better look at that guy and honestly, he was a 100% sure of what he had just said. "Hockey player though? Bet you're like the big prize for the gay bars in town." His head moved up and down, checking the other's figure and measuring him from head to toe. Yes. He was invisted. "Do you have an onlyfans or something?"
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there was something satisfying about in spite of exhaustion, being capable of finding strength somewhere to be nice to your partner. so before noah arrived home, and after he did it, he stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner. in order to go fast and comfortable, he had gone down to just a pair of shorts, aware that he was not the best smelling guy in town and not wanting to ruin the food that way.
when he heard the door opening he walked to the entry, drying his hands from washing them once more. "dinner is in the oven and i still need a bath, you want to join me in it, or you prefer watching over the oven?"
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8 (teddy/micah)
ππΈπππ°ππΈπΎπ½π°π» πΆπΈπ΅ πΏππΎπΌπΏππ (8M/M)
ever since that one night they'd spent songwriting together, nothing had been the same. micah hadn't been on any dates-- or hook-ups-- ever since, which was a complete switch in character for the singer. instead, he'd spent the majority of his time with teddy, whether that'd be working on music together, or just generally hanging out with the other-- the boy couldn't get enough.
the more time they spent together, the more difficult it became for micah to keep his hands off of the other-- as insatiable as he ever was, except that insatiability was now fully devoted to teddy alone. "y'know, we ain't gettin' shit done again today--" not that he was complaining from the position he was in, comfortably between teddy's legs. lips leave kisses along teddy's happy trail, slowly undoing the other's pants to fish out that girthy cock. "man, i swear this thing keeps gettin' bigger by the day." a wide grin settles on his lips as teddy smacks that fat rod against them-- sticking out his tongue to get a taste of the other.
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@inxspacetime ; starter call <3 (2/3)
With how often Raleigh was at Dewey's place during the murder spree? It made sense that he had gotten comfortable and acted like he owned the place β Not that he would act any different if he hadn't spent all the time there. At the moment, Raleigh was laid out on the deputy's bed and watching the other man at the sink through the open bathroom door. "I think you should keep it," he piped up after a moment of watching the older. A playful wiggle of his eyebrows followed. "It's hot."
#inxspacetime#( stars are not gentle ; raleigh. )#him talking dewey into keeping his scruff <3#also him basically living at dewey's place at this point ? probably
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"Alright now just... hold on a second and slow down."
"Okay? Just... take it from the top, one more time. Tell me what happened as clearly and as calmly as possible."
#;on a case -ic#inxspacetime#let me know if this is something you can work with!#if not I'll come up with something else
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Meme part 2 - Derek & Ike
The little scientist/professor had become a mainstay for Derek. He simply took Ike with him where ever he went now. So when Chris told him there was a problem in France and he could use Derek's help, he booked a second ticket to fly with him without a thought. Ike didn't seem to mind. Whether he was still a little afraid or if he was settling into the supernatural world and loving the opportunity to observe more of it, Derek wasn't sure. But what mattered was that Ike came.
And it wasn't all business, either. He'd taken Isaac out to a nice restaurant, finishing it with a ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower so that they could look over the city of love.
Derek followed Ike to the railing, putting a hand on the smaller man's waist and leaning towards him. "I would love to look over the whole of Paris while making love to you." His voice was little more than a rumble in Ike's ear, the desire in his words perfectly clear in the way that his lips brushed against Isaac's skin.
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@inxspacetime // [ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep. (for Jesse, from Corey)
Jesse was back in Grady's room, claws stretching his skin from the inside. He never should've come here. He should've found somewhere he could be alone. He should've found a way to stop him. Because the dream always ends the same way; with Grady dead.
He had just driven the claws through Grady's body, pinning him to the door behind him, when he jerked awake.
"I-I'm sorry." He pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. "I must've, uh... Must've fallen asleep."
#maybe on a bus or something trying to get Away?#t // jesse#inxspacetime#inxspacetime // corey#gotta remake these old 100x100 icons al;skjf
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"Wow."
Jess's tongue clicked the back of his teeth, his sarcasm dripped through his words and glanced at Kirby. "This is where your taking me for our date?" He says dryly, although said not unkindly with a gleam in his eyes. "Here I was hoping for a nice dinner date and then a long walk on the beach."
Was that sarcasm? Absolutely, but at least no one was bothering either of them.
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β So, wait, youβre telling me you havenβt seen it? β Holy fucking shit. β Itβs literally one of the best movies ever made. We need to change that, like, now. β
#inxspacetime#INTERACTIONS. / richie: i.#this isnt necessarily abt the stab movies this could be abt any movie ever
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