#smokes-and-bullets

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@smokes-and-bullets

Continued from here.

Out from one location, onto another. Wearing a more formal attire, dress pants and a dark purple vest with his hair styled in a high pony tail slicked back as he got out of a taxi. With him was a young woman in a long shimmering red dress. They had gotten back from a high end restaurant, one she paid for in full. Now they were heading to one of her few apartments in the city. Helping the woman out of the car he noticed Kira walking down the street coming up to them, immediately growing pale at the sight of her. Hopefully she didn't recognize him, hopefully. To no avail as she walked right up to them. "Kira.. uh.. hey. Interesting to see you here. Where are you headed?" Paying the cab driver through the window, the lady in red stood by after with a confused hum before reaching to pat his cheek, grabbing his attention with a chuckle. "Seeing other girls behind my back, and here I thought I was the only one.. You'll make it up to me right?" She was teasing, apparent by the smile on her face before leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. "I'll be inside getting ready, don't take too long with your friend alright?" With that she walked off, her heels clanking until the silence indicating she was inside the building. "Sorry about that.. she's a.. friend.." If friends paid the other to provide company and sleep with them, he wasn't sure what else to say. "Where are you off to, it's.." Checks his watch. "Not that late actually.. I take it home?" There was a nervous tone in his voice though he tried to brush that off.

It was a wealthy area, Kira liked coming down here sometimes for a snack after work. Most days she couldn't afford anything too extravagant, but it's the small things that keep her happy. Perhaps a warm matcha latte. Something to that extent. There's a lovely little place down the road she was walking to. But she didn't expect to see Francis around.

For such a big city, they sure seem to run into each other alot.

Kira would've said hi first, but the woman who he helped out of the car caught her off guard. She would've just minded her business, hid her face, and kept walking.

Had they not made eye contact first.

Don't make it weird. Just say hi. Maybe he'll feel comfortable enough introducing her. Probably not though. What if he just left her hanging?! Kira already regretted her moving feet even though she just kept going. Having to double down to not look like more of a weirdo.

Before she could answer his question, the sultry woman sort of addressed him before sauntering away. Kira sort of raised her hand to wave goodbye, but it was obviously not reciprocated. Embarrassed, she puts her hand back down to her side.

"Sorry if I caused you trouble. Just... grabbing a drink down the road."

It's obviously awkward between them. Kira didn't know he had a girlfriend, but either way that wouldn't have been her business to know. She just felt like he would've mentioned it in passing maybe?

" 'A friend'," She nods sagely, as if she 'understood'. So it's casual?

"She's a beautiful 'friend'," Kira says rather dreamily, looking to the large building she'd disappeared into.

"Like I said, didn't mean to interrupt you. Just stopped to be polite, I was gonna try to meet what I thought was your girlfriend. But I guess she wasn't interested," Kira shrugs her shoulders heavily. 'Oh well'.

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[skxrbrand]

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

"Several Daemon Princes who ascended under my banner. Only one remained after he was so blessed."

A pause. The Reaper glances off to the side. " His name was Rullek. I killed him in a fit of rage."

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

[historias-multorum]

@smokes-and-bullets​ continuing from this.

“I’ve been good, glad to see you’re doing alright.” Haruhi said. “I’m on my 3rd year of college and I got a new job as a bar tender.” She explained. “I still work at the antique shop too but it’s like a second home and the owners treat me like their grand daughter.” She chuckled. 

“But what about you, what have you been up to these days?”

[fantasycorrupted-a]

a plotted starter for @smokes-and-bullets

Finally. The beach. There’s no one there now; there can’t be. Please. I need to calm down. The familiar sight as if made a weight fall off Ríane’s back. Though she kept running, she could slow down now. Her father’s silhouette seemed to be getting smaller and smaller in the distance. He was slowly giving up on following her. Thank goodness. This could have ended a long time ago. Why didn’t it?...

Still, this did not mean she was safe. Not yet. She had to figure out where to stay now, since going back home was not an option. But where would she go? Ríane did not have any friends - none that she considered so close as to ask them to stay with them. Dammit... Just when she had that thought, she realised she had ran into someone.

“Shit. Shitshitshit. Sorry. Are you okay?” The words were firing from her mouth like bullets, fuelled by her already anxious state. A more careful look made her pause. Had she seen this man around before? His face felt unfamiliar. Oh, if so... “Uh, can I... Can I ask you something? Are you from somewhere here?”

[xaallo]

"What the hell happened to you?!"

"Huh?"

Xaallo looked at the human, blinking at the fellow blond in dim alarm. He'd sounded like he had stumbled upon a murder scene and perhaps for a creature that didn't shed, maybe that's what it was to him. Xaallo was in the middle of pulling off old scales and to a man, it might've looked as if he was pulling the very flesh off of him arms.

" Oh-- this is normal. Stop making so much noise, you're going to draw attention."

Tension Sentence Starters

[sansloii]

@smokes-and-bullets​ | mini s.c (x)

Dark eyes watch the other man with an almost careful nature despite his rather lazy posture, hands tucked into his pockets as he stands off to the side a bit. Every now and again, his attention drifts down to the weapons he had displayed on the table — especially if the the client in question seemed to linger near one or two in question. He remains silent for a couple more moments before he clears his throat and takes a step forward.

“If you want something and is not here at the moment or I don't currently have in my inventory, I'd be more than happy to procure it for you.” he tells Francis, “...But, it'll cost a tiny bit more for the extra effort, naturally.”

[notagoodfather]

@smokes-and-bullets Cont. [X]

Sven smirk. He usually prefers not to irritate people too much. Or even assume a neutral stance towards others. But sometimes, just sometimes he goes be a little annoying. Just for fun.

"What's the problem? I respect your way of thinking. Your formed opinion of something. I just don't agree and I even think it's wrong. Simple as that. Am I being honest. Stupid? Maybe. Still honest." He leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette in his mouth.

"People who will say they don't agree with you just want you to accept their opinion. Or even be cordial to a certain extent. In the end this type is the most boring. They don't really want to get into a real confrontation and are easily manipulated . Sorry if I'm not like that, sir."

[of-elitiism]

❝ please don't argue. you need to leave right now, you aren't safe here. ❞ (Terry)

a collection of danger related sentence starters

The shootout started probably only a few minutes before, but time moves very weirdly when your entire body is pumped with pure, unaltered adrenaline. Terry was hugging her knees, hidden underneath one of the mall benches, a little too stun to make a run for it like everyone else. Why did the shootout begin? She had no idea, but she knew there are more than just one lunatic unloading his gun. Hell, it sounded like a fully blown gang war going out.

The man's voice reached her in one of those rare moments when the shooting stopped and they were just--- yelling at eachother or something. It broke through her stunned exterior and it immediately allowed panic to sweep right back in.

"...Fran? FRAN! Fuck's sake Francis, th-they're killing eachother out there! They're---AAAAA!" and it started right back again, just as she was clawing out to grab his hands and pull herself out of her hiding spot.

[yesfxckyxu]

Pokes Jack once, then twice, and again in a consecutive but slow motion. Stopping after a few pokes with a sigh. "If you're not doing anything, want to head to the park or grab a bite? Maybe both or something else."

Jack did attempt to ignore Francis for a petty moment, mainly because he was scrolling through his phone. And since Francis didn't say anything at first, it's only adding to that fire…

Until the older man brought up ideas for them to do did Jack turn to look at the man, slowly, with a shaky forced smile—more so to be comedic than to actually deter the offer.

“Oh- now, do you bring up ideas? You've been poking me for the last five minutes, I thought you were going for a world record!”

No, it's only been a few pokes, not a whole minute…

“But, uh, sure. May as well get some 'fresh' air. You can lead the way.”

[cosmicdreamt]

"Hey, it's your birthday so I got you this." He was bad at gift giving, felt awkward and didn't seem to change year after year. Still he tried, handing her a rather large and somewhat heavy bag. Inside were various baking supplies from measuring spoons to silicone molds of different designs, and two plushies. One of a black cat with a red bow around its neck, the other a blue bird that was soft and squishy. "The receipts are inside, if you want to return them and get yourself something else."

Birthday Wishes! || @smokes-and-bullets

Oh this was just so sweet. The bakeware was actually an appreciated change of pace because she knows she'd get a lot of use out of it. She takes out the plushies and gives them a squish of a hug - they have now been officially claimed by her.

"Nah, these are all absolutely perfect! Thanks, Fran! These babies are going on the net with the rest of their new family. And when I decide to the use molds I'll have you come and be the first to try what I make with them, okay?~"

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

2.what is their romantic preference or inclination?

7.what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

2. What is their romantic preference or inclination?

((Kira is pretty hetero if I’m to be completely honest with you. Sexual and romantic wise. Not due to any sorta reason really. That’s just how she floats. So… yeah. She likes men.))

7. What attire do they feel most attractive in?

((Kira can be pretty self conscious. She doesn’t feel super confident in most things. But it’s probably summer wear! Most specifically, sundresses. She’s got great legs to show off and she likes their cute patterns and frills. Short shorts and blouses too.))

8. What attire do they find others most attractive in?

((Whatever you’re the most confident towards her in. Well fitted suits? Button downs that show off your figure? Rolled up sleeves. (For sure) Sweats and clingy old band shirts with your bed head? Fantastic. Suspenders and harnesses. (Things that draw attention to shoulders and backs.) Or even just ripped up jeans and boots with your battle jackets. Uniforms?! She’s really not super picky. If she thinks you’re attractive, it’s likely something about your style will be noticed.))

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[cosmicdreamt]

She didn't really have anything else to say at that point. Yeah, Fran seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. The meds only did so much when it came to her attention and focus - they wouldn't just suddenly get her to stop constantly overthinking - and so those nights made it particularly difficult to relax.

And it was exactly why she put much thought into where she felt she was in her life when it came to bigger responsibilities. Maybe she was taking the responsibility of being self aware much too seriously, but she'd rather that than be reckless and make a mistake that would affect someone else for the rest of their life.

And yet at the same time she's uncertain if she'll ever be in a position that she feels she could have a family to begin with.

'Complicated', she heard him repeat.

Yeah, that sure was the word for it, wasn't it?

All she can do then is smile - a somber one, but a smile none-the-less. Between him just listening to her, trying to understand and accept the strange things about her while still seeing the normal ones, telling her she'd be a good mom - she appreciated it all.

"I don't mind it taking a little longer than usual. Waiting isn't really a problem when you're having a conversation as much as it is when you're like actually really hungry."

And so she takes her drink in her hand and gently raises it towards him.

"A toast? To...hm...good company. And allowing ourselves life's simple pleasures when our lives are anything but simple or pleasurable. How's that sound?"

“Overthinking things? One small thing and in your mind sort of grows bigger and bigger until it overwhelms you with this anxiety that just seems to be getting worse and worse as you spiral in this one thought or issue and nothing helps unless you drink it off or sleep it off… and often times sleeping it off doesn’t help cause you’re still stewing with this thought so you try to distract yourself but nothing seems to work until it all just passes?”

Takes a long pause at his ramble, staring at her a moment trying to back track what he said. A nervous smile on his face at what he just spewed out to her, she probably understood it. Most likely not.

“I could be getting ahead of myself there too..” Chuckles nervously before reaching for his glass of water to drink if only to shut himself up. Listening as Neff spoke about her mom, lowering the glass of water back onto the table.

“It’s not easy having a kid.. I mean.. it seems hard. All your focus now on them, what they have issues, what if you can’t pay for what ailments they have. Patience, understanding.. The last thing I want is to have a child I’ll neglect or despise.. You seem ready or preparing yourself for when you do in time have a child. Learning from your mother as an example of what not to do and what you can do to improve not just how you raise them but understand them, and I applaud you for that. It’s not easy.. Anything can go wrong.. anything can happen but.. something good comes out of it too.”

Leans back into his chair. “Complicated.. ”

At one time, only once did he want children but that was dashed quickly and realized in his line of work, where he was and who he was under, there was no way he could bring a child into that world in any means.

“Adopting it good, I’m sure you’d make a great mother.” Nods in agreement when it came to finances and a child.

“You’ll know when you’re ready and when you’re there. It seems like your mind is already set that you want to do this, just a matter of time and when you will do this, you will know when you’re ready.”

Amidst their conversation their waiter arrived if their meals, apologizing for the delay in their foods. Setting their plates before them before leaving to tend to other customers.

“That took a while but hey it’s finally here right? They don’t usually take this long.”

[historias-multorum]

@smokes-and-bullets continuing from this.

"Yeah that counts in my book." Haruhi said. "For me, I like to make bath salts in my spare time. I collect hoodies and I practically live at the library." She told him.

"Never been to a shooting range though, I've heard people have gone their to relieve stress I dunno. It's supposed to be good I've heard."

[kissmeau]

"Hide. Hide now."

@smokes-and-bullets | ↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  . 

They were at a public park. Francis caught again on a situation he had no idea why he had agreed on. Honestly, at this point, he shouldn't be questioning his decisions and admitting he does like to have fun every once in a while, like every other person in this park. Besides, Autumn had stopped being a stranger. It didn't imply Francis had to trust him and become unwary of his presence, but he had a fair knowledge of Autumn's whereabouts and personal information to use against him if he felt betrayed one day.

It wouldn't be the case, but weren't those the foundation of trust? To become unsafe and vulnerable at someone else's hands; to give someone access to you and power over you by doing so.

Autumn flipped a T-Bone, wondering why he was given this task when the most he could cook was instant noodles. Something about 'I need to get something from the car, just don't let it burn.' Autumn didn't like it, the smoke prickling at his eyes, the wind driving that smoke into his throat, the curious look on people that could tell Autumn hadn't ever fried an egg. It wasn't a good time. Was it some retaliation for that time at the ice rink? Come on, Francis, it's been a while.

But Autumn had no morals to think that way.

Autumn heard Francis' voice, his pupils dilatated immediately, and his grip on the grill tongs became tighter; he felt a barricade against the blood rushing to his fingertips.

It was just like that time.

Autumn's father used the exact words with the same cadence and urgency after their front door was kicked down, giving entrance to what would become the most determining event in Autumn's life. When the door fell off, so did his safety, protection, faith, and innocence. Ever since, his life has been a constant loop of finding those elements back; to claim what was his by right. Those words could be easily written on Autumn's headstone. Except, he chose not to keep on hiding long ago.

Autumn turned after switching the tongs for the butcher knife. Devil themselves could come at him any second. But... a stream of water fell on his face. Yes, it was a gun, but...

"ARE YOU WHAT?!!?!?! FIVE YEARS OLD!??!!?!?"

Autumn threw the knife against the table with disbelief, taking a deep breath before he jumped at Francis and butchered him right there, then cooked him and fed him to the bears. Headache took place immediately, and there wasn't any sign of amusement on Autumn's face, yet Francis kept firing him with the water gun.

"Stop!" Autumn scoffed before threatening him with a plastic cup of lemonade.

Well, Francis was learning to give in to fun. There was that. At least.

"You're a dead man by the end of this evening." A smokey smell came behind Autumn. "Oh, shit—the steak!"

[monstertruckwar]

it is so many spider </3

inspired by this tumblar post

[watmalik]

I’m going to start gaslighting people into thinking Logan was the Original Hawk Tuah Girl 🤷🏽‍♀️