#swnsn

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[TEXT] - i’ll seduce you with cool scientific facts.

[ 22:04 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] not a guy interested in the " tried and true " methods, huh? [ 22:04 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] idk how ur retention is, smart guy, but if memory serves, u already took care of the seduction part. thoroughly. i'm certainly not abt to resist a repeat of those weeks. [ 22:05 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] and i'm REAL bad with scientific facts. hope u think explaining basic science concepts to a grown man is sexy. [ 22:05 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] mostly grown, anyway. just gonna go ahead and make that short joke before u have the chance to. i like to cover my bases. [ 22:06 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] anyway guess we've already established u like a challenge, so u know what? i'm game. not like u don't already know i'm bad at smart shit so i trust u know what u are gettin into. [ 22:07 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] only problem is i'm in nyc and i assume u are still in italy? probably could buzz over for a weekend but not til thursday evening at earliest bc i got work stuff. benefit on monday and guest teaching at 2 day broadway camp for high school kids on wed-thurs. in case u think public service is hot. [ 22:08 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] hold on, isn't it like 4am where u are??

[absensia]

It was an idyllic sort of morning, stolen right off the thick, glitter - encrusted paper of a Christmas greeting card, and plastered over the canvas of reality as they knew it. No one could tell the difference; yet most people wouldn't want to see the difference. The snow was yet perfectly untouched in some places and though it had taken some time, the sun had finally come around the bend and now, they could see the sparkle in the cold, white covering. Snow had a way of making the world still, so Charlotte did not wonder at why he might've had a slow start this morning, but still was not always the same as calm. Snow lulled, it quieted the senses. It was as capable of a trap as any other buried saw - toothed spring or hidden trip wire. . . unless someone knew where to look and was kind enough to shout a warning.

She had a key to this studio apartment, but she did not use the key to this studio apartment. Instead, she'd taken a running start, up the stairs, down the long corridor in her heavy, snow - caked boots, slammed a determined shoulder into the weak spot of the door, and forced it open, frame cracking, locks breaking unevenly. The door whipped back on its hinges and smashed into the adjacent wall, ruining the paint job there. Charlotte braced herself wide under the doorframe, the extension of one arm keeping the door from swinging back, full - force, and taking its revenge against her. " Oh, good, I'm first. We gotta run. They've found you and they're right behind me. " It was an idyllic sort of morning, but it wasn't going to stay that way for long. / @swnsn

[djaerin]

the blood in his mouth has been carelessly wiped away, spat, his face had been cleaned in a hurry, helmet hiding away the proofs of his humanity, the proof that he is not unbeatable, that he is made of flesh and blood. spray has been applied, covering the slashes a knife left behind. flight suit is put on then the armor and finally the helmet, all the weaknesses have been hidden away. he remains as he's always been.

an urgency to his step, razor crest closing as he hurries away, remaining calm of appearance, feeling the storm in his veins. the plan has been made, quick, but another set of eyes is needed, another set of hands. someone he knows was seen the day before, having shared a few missions here and there, din feels that he can ask. for help, @swnsn.

like a wounded animal, backed into a corner, the necessity to protect one's back. but his blood runs cold, it is a step by step method that will carry out his goal, din is not one to fail. ' i need your help for a mission. i could do it on my own but i would rather have someone watching my back. '

💜 starter call.

[consultingsister-a5]

STARTER CALL -- @swnsn

"It's very good," Cee says, bending in to examine the painting with the magnifier to her eye. She should know, she's seen a lot of fakes her time. You don't run your family art charity as a front for your father's dodgy money without seeing a lot of fake art.

"How much prodding can it take? I'm not inspecting serious investigation but... I don't want to be caught out on this. Paint from the right time, canvas from the era?"

[novossamples]

#NovosSamples: End of Time by swnsn

[sommerfelds]

          the color of shoshana’s eyes does not match her brothers’, but she surely possesses the keen sommerfeld gaze all the same.       she studies him not with suspicion but with a sharp curiosity.  ezra has always been the kindest sibling, shoshana the toughest  -  but simeon has always been the most   tender   of them, despite appearances.  even so, she’d wondered, for a time, if he  would  ever settle down after all.   ❛   no, you know what, this?   ❜   she gestures to  ...  well,  all of him.   ❛   makes sense to me, actually.  so  ...  engaged, hm?   mazel tov.   hope you pick a decent caterer.   ❜       //       @swnsn.  sc.

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@swnsn

Book Lovers - Emily Henry

[erorred]

    @swnsn​   ––––––   carefully takes miss roxy's hand, kissing her knuckles.

     she’ll never admit to the faint wave of butterflies  ––  hell, she’ll carry that to her deathbed.  grins, charmed as anything, even as lips cross over scarred knuckles.   ‘  ––––  cute.  ’

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[TEXT] - please just call me back.

[ 14:24 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] can't rn i have work stuff starting in like 5 min. rehearsal started this morning and isn't over til 3:30. [ 14:24 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] besides, it doesn't sound like there's a lot to talk about. [ 14:25 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] i'm not upset. not with u anyway. i get it, u can't make it bc u also suddenly have work stuff which seems like suspicious timing on the part of whoever scheduled that shit. [ 14:26 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] wonder who that could be. sounds like it's probably someone tall, skinny, italian, and super fucking condescending. [ 14:27 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] on a very related note, will u do me a big favor? pls wish ur boss a very unmerry go FUCK himself, preferably with a baseball bat covered in nails and sandpaper. from me. [ 14:27 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] and also that i hope he chokes on a fucking meatball. [ 14:28 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] and if the meatball doesn't kill him, that i hope he starts prematurely balding literally tomorrow. [ 14:28 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] and then tell him i hope someone punches him in his punchable fucking face hard enough he needs surgery and that i hope they botch the surgery and that he has to walk around looking like quasimodo for the rest of his miserable life. [ 14:29 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] and that he chokes again on a cherry tomato and THAT kills him. but only after at least a couple years of the quasimodo shit. [ 14:30 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] don't leave anything out. he deserves to know what i think of him. every detail. u can even screenshot this and send it to him if u want. [ 14:30 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] i'm not mad at u. it's ok. just sucks. and he prolly did it on purpose. [ 14:31 : pretentious italian 🥵🔥 ] ok i'm late getting back 2 rehearsal but i'll call u in an hour when rehearsal is over.

IT'S ACTUALLY APPROXIMATELY 3:37 PM WHEN HE ACTUALLY MANAGES TO CALL. simeon tells himself that it’s not a big deal, that aaron’s probably a normal human who wouldn’t panic about a six minute differential, but it makes him anxious anyway, and by the time he manages to slide into the back of the car, he’s already fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. a takeout box sits next to him on the seat which he already knows is filled with about eight hashbrown patties that his driver had indulgently agreed to pick up for him — no doubt knowing it meant his employer was in a mood. he gives the older man in the front driver’s seat an apologetic look as he says, “ can we put the divider up, dave? gotta make a call. ” the divider slowly rises, and for a moment, sim’s thumb hovers over the call button. he’s nervous, he recognizes, that little flutter in his stomach unmistakable for anything else. who the fuck is he, anyway, to be acting this way, like some sort of lovestruck teenager?! he’s always been immature and a little idealistic, sure, but not in matters of the heart, not for at least the past decade. tap, tap, tap go the fingers of his other hand as he finally presses the call button and brings the phone up to his ear. when he hears aaron pick up on the other side, however, all he can think of to blurt is, “ did you tell him? ”

[agentsalt]

                ❝       STUPID actions are based on stupid DECISIONS.       who can we give the genius award to today?       ❞

@swnsn​

[brutlistarchive]

     𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 . RRR .      “     ---     that guy ??     “     it’s all feeling very ambivalent , jacob heugh is looking down at the portly green fellow only a few feet away having nearly forgotten his cigarette left fitted in his mouth , and then to aaron , who has begun to look particularly distressed by the new bit of company , who altogether seems quite unbothered by the ensuing mayhem .     “     you don’t like that guy ??     “  

@swnsn​ // sc

[ethearealstbd]

❝             You're      paying      a      small       price       compared      with      what       she's      going       through            ❞           it sounded harsh      but it was the truth. 

   // @swnsn​

[hatad]

unprompted   asks   |   always   accepting   . ↳    from  @swnsn​ :   a kiss. for miss sage's forehead

                𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓   ;   𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩  ,   red   &  bloody   marks  waiting   to   be   left   .   but   none   had   been   left   on   him   (   yet   )  ,  no   physical   pain   caused   ,   though   you’re   sure   if   someone   asked    he’d   claim   that   you’d   tortured   him   since   you   first   came   into   his   life   .  𝐬𝐨  𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞   𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫   𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞  when   he   plants   a   gentle   kiss   ‘pon   your   forehead   ,   your   brows   furrowing   as   he   does   so   .   a   glare   settles   on   him   ,  𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩   that   wells   up   within  the  confines   of   your   chest   ,   how   your   lips   twitch   in   the  threat   of   a   smile   .

                         ❛       —-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬   𝐢𝐭  ?     ❜     bottom   lip   juts   out   in   a   childish   pout   ,   and   arms   cross    .    you   nudge   him   with   your   foot   , 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯’   &   𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯’   .      ❛       why   don’t   you   kiss   me  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗   𝚒𝚝  ,   next   time   ? ❜    there   you   go   again   —-   always   wanting   more   .  never   satisfied   .

[astrogone]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐒’ 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒. Though while there was only gentleness given from the other side, Menoetius, the opposite end, took it with force, greedy fingers twitched as sharp teeth were exposed to nothing but the eternal darkness. A growl escaped from his dried throat. Atmosphere distorted from the rising emotion no poets could ever define it; it was eldritch, rare— not from this world. He coldly stared and analyzed at what Aaron had given to him, touching every corners and sides of it, even with his rough skin tenderly kissed by the warmth from the window nearby. It was morning— too early for Aaron to pull him into one of his designs of madness. Menoetius devoured the lights.

“What in the deep TARTARUS am I holding?”

* ﹙✧﹚  :    ❝   @swnsn​   ❞     /     𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸  𝑂𝐵𝐽𝐸𝐶𝑇  ,  𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸  𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁  .

[novossamples]

#NovosSamples : Sweet Love by swnsn & SoulLoops.

[sommerfelds]

@wtrss  /  @swnsn :  HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHO (aaron made you a cake from scratch! he even modeled some flowers- mwah)

          it’s somehow simultaneously the most and least surprising birthday gift she’s received, all things considered.       it’s not that she and her brother - in - law  don’t  get along  -  but they also don’t  exactly  get along.  more than anything, it’s sho’s position that they have a bit of a fundamental misunderstanding of each other, with a little bit of stubbornness and perhaps an ounce of  competitiveness,  although she certainly won’t openly admit that.   (  after all, it’s not like she can even put her finger on   why   they would be, simply that it  is.  )   if she didn’t know better, she’d be certain he purchased the thing for as lovely as it is, but it isn’t the first time he’s shown up to the sommerfeld household with some masterpiece  -  although it certainly stands out against the normal shabbat dinner offerings.

          ❛   so is this like a peace offering or something?   ❜   her tone, as it always is when she jokes, is wry, but the corners of her mouth twitch as she looks at him for a long moment.  when she turns back to the cake itself, she finds she has to hoist herself up further onto the stool to look closely, balancing her knees on its cushion and the heels of her hands on the countertop as she inspects.  she intends to at least   pretend   she’s discerning, but even she fails at that as she’s forced to frown in concentration while studying the decorations.   ❛   wait, hold on, holy shit, are those flowers  not  real?  I  - yi-yi,  fuck, hold on.   ❜   maybe kneeling on a tall stool isn’t the   greatest   idea after two glasses of wine  ...  aaaand  a limonana, but despite keeling just a bit to the side, she manages to regain her balance.   ❛   what are those made of, chocolate?  how did you  -  you know what?  never mind, keep your secrets, that’s   ridiculous.   I won’t even ask you what you’re doing  not  baking for a living  ...  just that milk bar’s shaking in their boots.   ❜   finally, she sits herself properly back down in the stool, grinning more than perhaps she’d like, nose wrinkled just slightly in the classic sommerfeld fashion.   ❛   very  impressive.  are you going to cut me a slice or what, big brother?   ❜