#sorrowedtriptoaddict

[doctorgreyminez]

What the hell are the F.B.I. doing here?

[ruvikscube-blog]

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[brokenmagxc-a]

sorrowed-tripto-addict replied to your post “–✖✖✖✖✖✖ -cough-…”

I HAVE YOUR REPLY TOO BUT I'M SAVING IT FOR THE WALL OF REPLIES I'VE HAD DUE FOR A WHILE. I swear I've not forgotten to speak with you. You're so cool… -hides-

( wAT NO UR COOL like i am such a dork you hAVE NO IDEA i mean sbfkfgldkgfkj don't worry about that omg take your time but really i am nothing but an idiot with a computer like you and Nahman are hella cooler than me )

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            Law enforcement wasn't necessarily welcome in the agency for obvious reasons, but there was little they could do once one walked through the door. Dom didn't think this particular visit had anything to do with their own practices in the dream share community, but he'd been wrong before. A charming, well-practiced smile crossed his face.

                       "Afternoon, I'm Dom Cobb." He held out a hand in greeting. "Is there something I can help you with?"

[justicesought]

"Don't move. You'll just make it worse."

Super Dark rp Starters

" It’s nothing, " he forces himself to say, offering the stranger a weak smile.

Phoenix likes to think he’s been through worse — being tased by von Karma, the blow to the head by way of fire extinguisher, running across the burning bridge ( and proceeding to fall into the river below as it collapsed ), the hit and run, just about everything. A little blood never hurt him, right ? 

( I'm fine. . . I've had worse things happen to me. )

He feels weaker than usual, and this time, however, Phoenix might just have to admit that maybe, just maybe, this w a s the worst. Primarily due to two factors. 

1. ) He's never been in this much pain in his life.

There's a distinct ache in his right leg, and honestly, he's starting to think that the word ' ache ' is a bit of an under-exaggeration. He's restraining himself from saying anything far too vulgar out loud, but it's obvious from the twist of his lips — into an ugly, upset frown, teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard he's shocked he hasn't drawn blood yet.

He hasn't done much but allow his face to contort into a hurt expression, eyes scrunched and pained frown, clench his fist, and let out one brief hiss of pain the moment he'd tried to move.  

2. ) He has no idea what just happened.

Call it a memory lapse, call it amnesia, hell, call it trauma, if you're willing to employ such hyperboles.

Phoenix's recollection of the past five or ten minutes just simply doesn't exist. The more he tries to think of it, the more his head begins to throb, and he worse he'd find his current state. It's all radio static at this point, and on one hand he's starting to think that was for the better, but on the other hand, the lack of memory, or memories, for that matter, frightens him. He's not quite sure just how serious his injuries are, just how much trouble he'd managed to get himself in once again.

It's barely a moment after he forces a weak smile to the stranger that he freezes, with pure fear, and nothing but concern, looking up at him — and making damn sure he keeps his attention off the mess that has got to be his leg — ocean blues wide and eyebrows knitted with pure concern, speaking with a shaky voice. 

( Shit. )

" Is Trucy okay ? " The memory lapse had made him unsure if he was the only one injured or if there were any other injured parties. When he didn't immediately receive an answer, he pressed again, voice firmer, and more demanding:

" Forget about me. Go help my daughter. "

[definitionofinsxnity]

When the reports of intruders on the west side of the island came in, Vaas didn't quite know what to expect. People didn't just come to the Rook Islands. This was no holiday vacation resort. This was his kingdom and these people were not permitted. But this could be fucking fun. To see a suited man lying face down on the beach caught Vaas' curiosity, ten of his men with him and fully armed. They had their weapons pointed and drawn, ready for anything. A wide smile came across the pirate's face as he held up a hand, holding any fire.  "ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ?"

His voice was calm, he spun on his heel in a cautious glee, swaggering down and crouching next to the body. Rough hands pushed the stranger onto his back, the front of his body covered in this idyllic sand. He brushed some of this off him. "Ey...what a mess. You are not looking too good, friend. Look at you- fucking covered in sand like some sort of child. Fucking disgraceful, you should take some pride in your appearance," He muttered to the unconscious man, "You can't be lying out here all day, you'll get fucking sunstroke." He smiled, shaking his head and went through the man's pockets. Now, why was he here...? A pair of glasses, no consequence. A blue vial. Interesting. He held it up to the sun, peering through at it. Not recognizable. He placed both the object back. A pathetic excuse for a gun. Meh, not a bad looking pistol. That was his now. He took that from him, throwing it at the men behind him. Ok... now what? Ah, wallet. He found it, looking through. Oh... now this. This made the man angry. "Federal Bureau of Investigation... Oh! We have our selves a fucking super spy! Do you see this shit??" He yelled at the men, a small laugh coming from him. "Fucking special super spy. You come to spy on me huh, bastard?" He read the name, "Nor- Norman Jayden. Ok then Jayden." He  grabbed the man by the collar, raising him to his face. "HEY YOU. JAYDEEEEEN. WAKE THE FUCK UP WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU. Do you have any idea how FUCKING RUDE YOU ARE BEING RIGHT NOW?" He screamed in the wakening man's face, giving him a hard smack, shoving his head against the sand. 

[dcuble]

"--I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not if you're not planning on getting pickpocketed."

[xaedificare]

"It's incredible, isn't it?"

[ruvikscube-blog]

"This was for you."

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meme [ sorrowed-tripto-addict ]

( sorry this is rrly late but waaaaaaaaaaat nuuuu bby   ur like 500000 more awesome than me like i stalk   you so hard and and djfahfdhhldhakfdk come to me   lets do lots of things okay??? )

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before I forget to mention this--I know I owe a starter or two I think? And there's an ask I need to rep to. I have not forgotten you and I'm not ignoring you. Just...writing essays this weekend. So I'm kinda of super busy. I'm actually in the middle of one right now lmao. its 3 am i should just go to sleep tbh. but yeah, i might get to those either tomorrow, or monday depending on how everything goes.

[thepenguinsreign]

-Norman approaches almost hesitantly, gaze flicking upwards and apprehensively elsewhere as a multitude of symbols rest within careful arms. Slowly, strategically, he lined everything about, one symbol after the other on behalf of the mun- ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ||-cue mun's manic laughter in the distance-

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THIS IS PERFECT XD The description amused me so much!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

*Beams with pride :D*

[abottomfeederjustlikeme]

Spontaneous Headcanon for Approval || --- Papillon and Adam

Submitted by: notyourtourguide 

Papillon’s first kiss with an American (in America…{tourists} … ) was shared with another male.

      Within the cool confines of a nightclub, through flicking lights and buzzed state of thought, between the sea of bodies, Papillon remained obediently near the american Photographer. In the other male’s drunken stupor- a derisive set of interaction, a cold glare…. there was a sort of silence between them, allowing the rhythmic music to blare between.

    The light motion around, the transfixed stare coaxed forth his usual spontaneous decision in Adam’s deep stare- presumably an expectant gaze as if awaiting his insulted remark, Papillon promptly cupped his cheek and heatedly eased his lips along his in a soft, messy kiss- turned heated. A light stumble and Papillon pulled apart, savoring what was shared and maintaining his gaze, lidded. With a light sigh, he ignored the continued attempt at insult—- he’s heard the stereotypes. Best take him home before he’d collapse.

    Whether or not this is remembered by either- the two never speak of the event. Both are inclined to deny….

         Deny, return, repeat……

{Honestly, this just crossed my mind. Felt like writing a head canon.}

YES!!!!  100% accepted dllkdke

[thephoenixnomore]

sorrowed-tripto-addict

The alien was hiding in a dumpster in a Chicago Alleyway. He should have been more careful, more discreet...but now the feds are look for someone who disintegrated an attempted rapist.

Just then, he heard footsteps.    

[eddiegluskinjr-blog]

sorrowed-tripto-addict:

     The child eagerly watched the fabric, brows knitting and with newfound excitement, the child pat the material expectantly. Revealing the tattered design he viewed as something more than something to look over. Each and every imperfection had been something of a marvel to the youngster and he attempted to stand, approaching him in single step and lowering both hands with an excitable gleam as Eddie lifted the dress to examine. A moment’s pause lingered, stretching freely until he shook his head vehemently, gaze lowering. "No.." he mumbled, twiddling dirt caked thumbs. Quickly, he curiously turned, dropping to husk knees and splaying one hand along the ground to stand upright, showing him the rest of the surgical tape with an excitable grunt. He could always learn… and quickly, he rushed to him, plopping before the Groom and watching his eyes with a bright gaze.

A soft and barely visible smile pushed up at the edges of his lips when the child displayed such a reserved excitement, quiet and collected, prone to keeping to himself-- just like how he was as a child. The type to watch and learn before attempting to fiddle with the needle and pierce the delicate skip of his fingertips, keeping from Eddie having to hold a cloth tightly until the little drop of blood was gone indefinitely and all that remained would be a dull ache. The needle for Eddie's hand was far too big to Norman's, he required something smaller and far more daintier than anything that he could find right there and there.

"I need you to watch me until I can find something appropriately your size, darling." 

[ruvikscube-blog]

"Can I kiss you?"

The book in his hand was closed as he turned his gaze towards Norman, slowly turning to face the other male. He pushed the book out of reach and stood up. Grasping Norman’s wrist and pulling him closer, Ruvik’s eyes softened as he stared. Being at mutual height, they were on even ground.

Norman didn’t often make requests concerning himself. He was always polite, of course; but he never made selfish requests. Not that this was selfish. It wasn’t. Not to Ruvik, anyway.

"…yes,” he replied, backing Norman against the desk he had been sitting at just moments before. “If you want it.”