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[manslaught]

brittany's going to be severely fucking disappointed in her if she knew that this is where mikayla decided to go at the end of her date— and yet, mikayla can't find it in herself to care as she stands in front of @ladyintree's door, a box of food from the restaurant in her hand. she never actually confirmed she'd be coming over, but tai made it pretty clear the day before that she wanted her to, so mikayla just hopes she's not intruding, that tai actually meant it. when tai answers the door, mikayla doesn't let herself smile, not wanting to seem too eager to see her, biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself. “ hi. ”

[rt0001]

there's little sympathy held for her. there's almost always little sympathy held, mainly because there wasn't anything @huntskaiju hated more than pity, but there's even less now in this situation. their compatibility with rt-0001 wasn't expected, but hardly a surprise; she was every bit a monster her father was, and wouldn't have secured a spot in his division if they wasn't. that he hasn't gotten sick from the mental overload yet was worthy of praise, but the strain that would come with two number weapons wasn't going to be easy. the fact that she's been limited to only using rt-0001 for this training session probably has her pissed off.

❛ your reaction time is waaaay too slow. you should be blocking every move i make with your foresight. ❜ bayonet is repositioned, body coiled and ready for another onslaught of attacks. were he to properly tap into rt-0001’s potential, he'd be able to stop him easily. ❛ i’m practically falling asleep over here. they'll never let you play with both weapons at this rate. ❜ 

[lordsilenced]

@indeliblepromise -- ;

"So young, yet you have all the world ahead of you."

[snnydcysarchh]

@m0bhit liked for a starter

“we  keep  getting  shot  at.  we  were  in  a  car  accident  not  too  long  ago.”  sonny  stared  at  her  bodyguard  which  such  seriousness  in  her  eyes.  “are  you  going  to  keep  pretending  you  don't  know  what's  going  on  or  are  you  going  to  tell  me  the  truth?”

[allevilsarc]

[  CHOKE  ] ;  the sender chokes the receiver.  // from murdoc @contrariian

there's a sharp gasp that falls from lucy's mouth, her lips turning down into some sort of grimace as the back of her head bounces off the wall. he should be crying in pain, but instead, his eyes burn when they fixate on murdoc, his teeth bared in some way to be frightening. she's aware he could snap her neck-- the idea of it causes her blood to boil. in truth, she wants to push him farther and farther, wants to see how far he's willing to take it. " you fucking prick. " it's rough, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. " picking on a helpless woman? deciding to choke her? you're such a big man, hm? "

it's a dare, really. he can take a lot more than he looks.

[allevils]

ADORE WEST: “ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “

" is that so? " blue eyes catch the glint of the low light, smear of red lipstick around the filter of his cigarette. adore's absolutely the type to forgo underwear if it doesn't suit her outfit. it's short, lucy's gaze sweeping up over the length of her leg. sure, he's probably ogling the poor thing, but he knows that she likes it.

lucy flicks her cigarette in the ashtray, tongue pressing to the inside of her cheek. a moment passes before, " be a good girl and show me. i know you're not shy, adore. i don't believe you're lying to me, but show me regardless. " @haslust

[manslaught]

“ i can't believe he's wearing a fucking polo to his own wedding. ” she scoffs, chin resting in her hand as she watches asher from across the room, mostly because focusing on him feels less dangerous than focusing on @ladyintree. even when she asked her, mikayla knew that being here with her would be difficult— because of course she keeps thinking back to their own wedding, but every time she does, she has to remind herself that that was stupid, that it clearly only happened because they had nothing else to do while they were out there. still, every time she so much as glances in tai's direction, she's overwhelmed with both butterflies and an ache in her chest, an exhausting combination of feelings.

“ at least jaymee looks cute. and aj, obviously. ” she resists the urge to point out that it's mostly because she did her hair, but she tries to be modest for once, leaving that part out. mikayla almost leaves it at that, but she offers one second long glance in tai's direction, annoyed for the millionth time all day by how good she looks, so she deflects, smirking slightly. “ —and patience, ” she adds, only because she's noticed how irritated tai's seemed by the time they've been spending together, although all of it's been innocent.

[rt0001]

❛ huuuh? what? sorry, it's past my working hours so i actually can't respond to anything until tomorrow. be sure to send any inquires to vice - captain hasegawa, thank you. ❜ translation: the video game in his hands takes precedent over anything she has to tell him, and he won't pay attention until the level is cleared.

@youthblooms

[lordsilenced]

@astrxlfinale // x.

That was the supposedly most basic drive of every living thing in the universe, their Elon Vitale. Desires, wants, passions, abhorred, feared. So many variables that composed the equation of almost every living being, even the smallest unit in bacteria. But, that's what Polka lacked, wasn't it? She didn't "want" in the way a person did. She didn't spend her days and nights infatuated by dreams or running from nightmares. Polka acted simply because she was the only person in the universe capable of doing so, because she was an integral component in Nous' equations. One might be driven into despair by such lack, but she knew only the pure, perfect logic of Nous.

She saw the branching path as Nous calculated it, the extrapolation where he couldn't accept such a thing. Like a river nexus, the paths diverged and converged, stemming from this [moment]. It was how she lived. Polka chose the correct path and advanced upon it, never looking back because she didn't have to. She didn't regret because she didn't feel it. Not within recent memory, at least, because she'd never regret the paths taken through the eons.

"If you would have, you'd have met your demise. It wouldn't have to be by my hand as everything is predetermined. Even your hypothetical punishment would've." How she despised these abstractions, but Pokla understood why mortals asked such questions. Because they didn't know. She'd seen the sheer greed the Scepter System had caused the Intelligentsia Guild over 20,000 years ago and how it'd been crippled from one glance into the infinite, astral mind of Nous. Barely second compared to the constant feedback she received, balanced by Device IX.

Polka blinked slowly, almost mechanically. "I want nothing. I desire nothing," she answered blandly, expression utterly deadpanned. "That's unthinkable to you, isn't it? But it's the truth. I am solely motivated by following Nous' equations; it's my Elan Vital, if you will. Pure, incorruptible rationality that dictates the truth of this universe. if you're expecting a sentimental answer, I'll continue to disappoint."

[aposthates]

you seem to know what you're doing. // GOOD BC FEN DOESNT

PERHAPS IT SHOULD NOT PLEASE HIM SO MUCH AS IT DOES to have this over fenris . . . not their intimacy in itself, BUT THE EXPERIENCE. HARDLY EVEN STARTED, YET EACH AND EVERY BRUSH OF WIDE PALMS ACROSS HIS NARROW CHEST HAS BEEN MET WITH GREAT TREMBLES . . . poorly suppressed. and the hammering of the elven heart was thunderous in itself. IT'S QUITE ROMANTIC, ACTUALLY. for if you observed the two of them without prior knowledge, assumption might dictate that fenris might be the one more well-versed in the art of intimacy. however in reality, anders was the guiding force here. AN UNSURE DESCENT INTO SUCH AN ARRANGEMENT ENTIRELY COMPENSATED FOR BY A SOFT AND TRUSTING HAND. magic entirely absent from healing fingertips, and instilling trust to try and bridge the gap where such was still brewing.

HOWEVER THIS CERTAINLY WASN'T HOW HE IMAGINED IT. he expected something venomous, and boisterous and sudden. CLASHING TEETH LIKE THEIR DUELING WORDS, AND CUTTING LIPS TO FLOOD IRON 'CROSS BOTH OF THEIR TONGUES. however, such revelations . . . the openness displayed? IT SOFTENED ANDERS IMMENSELY. AS DID THE BOARDERS, TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS THEY HAD TO CROSS TO GET HERE. the mental strength fenris has begun to work through. IT SEEMED... UNBECOMING TO CROSS THE THRESHOLD OF THEIR ULTIMATE TRUST WITH ANY MEASURE OF CRUELTY.

"we've barely even done anything yet." HIS NOSE PUSHES FENRIS', ANGLING HIS FACE TO OFFER A KISS, AND THEN ANOTHER. DEVILISHLY FLEETING. teasing him, because he frankly finds himself unable to resist. SUCH A FACT GLITTERING SOFTLY IN HIS AMBER EYES. mouth returning to cocked smirk, as he trails flattened hands lower. MEMORIZING THE SLOPES AND RIDGES OF HIS RIBCAGE, until finally, he grips fenris' hips. thumbs swiping bones as he presses him firmly against the wall he had already been leaning against. ONLY TO GROUND HIM, with no such violence or intent to control threaded within. HE COULDN'T. NOT TO HIM. NOT NOW.

"but you're doing great, you know." he starts. "i know it can be . . . overwhelming." foreheads press as he raises one palm to cup his cheek, using it to angle his face upward. "this isn't how i imagined it. somehow, i thought that it would be.. i don't know. angrier. more hateful. but i couldn't do that to you.. not knowing." HE DOESN'T CUT HIMSELF OFF, YET LETS IT GO UNSPOKEN. knowing it's his first time. but he doesn't want to say too much, to scare him off. if he hadn't done so already. 'thank you, for trusting me' riding the tip of his tongue as it passes through the elf's lips.

@suledine. melt into me.

[greatcstarcherarchh]

short starter

“who  needs  a  whole  utensil  set  when  you  live  alone?  my  one  spoon,  fork,  knife,  plate,  cup,  and  bowl  are  all  i  need.  plus,  that  shit  is  expensive.”  kate…..you're  rich.

[snnydcysarchh]

@wavrlywizard cause i said so

“will  you  stop  trying  to  poke  people  with  a  stick??”

[nowrots]

DANIELLE SHEPARD: ❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

" okay, fine, but that's not a good joke. " in truth, he doesn't like being the butt of the joke. it doesn't mean that the joke isn't funny -- far from it -- it's just something about having the joke be at your expense that's hurtful. god, he probably looks like he's gonna burst a vessel. alright, alright. calm down, dude. it's gonna be fine.

" y'know, dani. if you're gonna joke about something, at least make it funny. just ... fucking ... " a beat. " i knew lawyers didn't have souls, but did law school also take your sense of humor? fucked up if true, right? sorry. i know that's a bad joke. better than yours, though. " @signedsoul

[manslaught]

for years, she's been too afraid to call @ladyintree, convinced that it couldn't be her who reached out first, that the two of them speaking again had to be entirely in tai's hands, but she's too panicked to even care about that promise to herself. this isn't about her, anyway, so it's easy to temporarily put her own feelings to the side, to focus on getting help for nat. she should call 911, but she's afraid of the way it might look, afraid just being near all of this might be enough to break her probation, to send her back to prison— but she knows tai's helped nat before, something that stung from the moment she found out, but again, she can't find it in herself to care right now.

that doesn't mean she's not shaking as she finds the number in nat's phone, but mikayla convinces herself it's entirely out of fear for her friend, nothing else. she stares as the contact for a moment, temporarily frozen, but nat's voice snaps her out of it, mikayla pressing call before she could second guess it. she ignores whatever nat's saying, mostly because she's not making any sense right now anyway, but also because she's trying desperately to keep it together, to be the calm one, even when that's never been her specialty.

the second the ringing stops and the line is picked up, mikayla rushes out her words, her free hand clutching at her hair, pulling tightly in some attempt to brace herself. “ look, i know you don't want to see me, whatever, but— it's nat. there's something wrong. ” she wants to explain herself, tell her that she can't trust police to handle it correctly, to give a shit, but she decides tai doesn't care about whatever mikayla's excuse it— and that's fine. it has to be fine that tai doesn't care about her, just as long as she still cares about nat. “ i don't know what to do. she's fucking— incoherent. i've never seen her like this. ” despite her attempts to keep her cool, her voice begins to shake, so she closes her eyes tightly in an attempt to fight back tears. “ can you just be here? or just— tell me what i'm supposed to do. ”