#they need a good guard dog

[lilislegacy]

i’m bored so let’s do a poll

[cecropiacrown]

Thinking about subby, bottom Feng Xin this morning and, goddamn, I need to write more of him. He deserves it. Let the man feel wanted for once - not just needed.

[nano30cm]

two east coast girls and their weird white boys

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

will you ever draw Argost again??

no, lmao

[luxurysystems]

hi again lux!! Ur local Vice City DJ coming in with another hit for the Money Inc AU ... Blue Morning, Blue Day by Foreigner!! Would love to hear ur thoughts :3c

"Somehow We Keep It Together"

[Money Inc. x Vice City AU- 1019 words]

Summary: Ted doesn't realize how much he's been pushing Irwin until the latter starts becoming increasingly hard to get a hold of.

[6:38 am, Ocean Heights Apartments, Ocean Beach, Vice City]

It was unlike Irwin to mess up on a job.

A shaky hand, a twitch in his trigger finger.

Recently, deals have been going south and Irwin hated to admit how it was starting to affect him. He always fancied himself as a machine, or something close to it– unrelenting, unstoppable, averse to mistakes other people would make.

But still he needed rest.

His head turned, shying away as the morning light hit his eyes; it served as a reminder that he too can bruise, hurt, and fail.

Three cups of bitter coffee were gone; a couple of cigarettes were reduced to smashed filters in a crystal ashtray. His gun sat beside the pristine white mug and saucer. Unused in three days, it looked so odd laying down on the table. The handle caught a bit of the sunlight and reflected onto his glasses. It was practically begging for something to do.

He took a long drag from his third morning cigarette, sighing through his nostrils.  Ruffling a hand through his tousled hair, he looked down his balcony beyond the palm trees to observe the citizens of Vice City start their early morning routines.  Joggers, rollerbladers, and tourists started to populate the sidewalks. God— so many tourists…

Irwin thought about taking a vacation, but then the pressing issue of a potential destination escaped him. He was technically already in paradise– Vice City: the place where you could do and get anything your heart desired.  His desire was simple: a night of uninterrupted sleep. Just one.

He settled on a week-long “staycation”.  He just needed to retreat, be away from demands, prying eyes, and—-

*click*…*creak*

Irwin grabbed his gun as soon as he heard his door open, pointing it at the door and squinted, ready to kill whoever stepped foot inside.  His cigarette was rigidly clamped against his sealed lips.

”Whoa…hey, big guy, it’s just me.”

Irwin still had the gun pointed forward despite registering the gruff low voice as Ted.

”Is that how you greet someone in the morning? You’re not picking up your phone, I feel like you’re avoiding me.”  Ted held his hands up in a half-hearted surrender. He knew Irwin wouldn’t kill him. Maybe.

He wore his white linen suit and a collared shirt with buttons that were there as a suggestion– his worst Sonny Crockett cosplay yet.

There was an uncomfortably long pause before Irwin set the gun back down on the coffee table and scoffed. Irwin cursed himself; he had forgotten that he gave a spare key to Ted months ago. Damn it. He’d have to cross out wallowing alone in self-pity off of his day’s to-do list.

”What do you want?”  Irwin inquired without moving out of the corner chair. Lighting another cigarette was tempting to him…

”Blech. You look horrible.” Ted cooed as he sat in the chair opposite Irwin.

His eyes scanned the disheveled accountant up and down. As the sun continued to rise, Ted was able to see more of his face.  Dark circles, days old stubble, the messy hair. Despicable…yet, still handsome. There was something so endearing about Ted’s bluntness that Irwin couldn’t help but appreciate. 

“You could use some sunlight...” Ted waved a hand in front of his nose, trying as hard as he could to direct the smoke away.  “…and some fresh air.”

”No. Leave.”

”You’re still mad about the meet-up? You shouldn’t be. I was able to retrieve most of the product.”

”It’s not that. I don’t care about your arms dealing.”  Irwin scratched between his eyebrows with the back of his thumbnail; he felt a strong headache coming on. “There were more casualties than necessary, Ted.  You just had to…provoke them.”

”They were going to cheat me. I would have lost a sizable fortune—“

“They could have killed you—“

“—-I knew you were watching me.”

There was a pause.  Irwin wasn’t expecting this curveball of a reason.

”You…shouldn’t abuse that.”  Irwin stammered, looking away from Ted’s stare. “Luckily Tommy was able to back me up but-…fuck it, whatever.  Profiting from an embargo is worth more than your stupid life, I guess.”

”Watch it.” Ted hissed.

”…”

Whenever Ted dragged his tongue along the insides of his cheek, it meant that he started to get ticked off. Ted hated it when he felt like his money making dealings were dismissed and belittled, as if he wasn’t trying to make enough for the both of them.

Irwin would sometimes trail off in a way that highlighted his regret, like going after Ted’s bounty was the correct choice and he wasted it.  Irwin’s life might’ve stayed consistent, stayed sensible if only he just—

Ted stood up. He reached his hand into his inner breast pocket and pulled out an envelope. The corners were bulging, stressed and ripped from the stack of cash stuffed within. Dropping the envelope carelessly onto the table, almost knocking over the mug, Ted scowled as Irwin looked up at him.

”Your cut. A little extra thrown in for saving my ass. Again.”

Irwin blew smoke in his direction. A displeased look washed over his face.

”What? Not enough?”  Ted crossed his arms.

”This plus a week off. If you want to work, that’s your choice. Ask Tommy if can play guardian angel for you.  But leave me out of it until then.” 

Ted’s shoulders slumped.  “A week?  I already told Carrington that we’d—“

Irwin turned his head away, uninterested in whatever job Ted booked for the both of them. The sun shined brighter, lighting up more of Irwin’s appearance– he looked so tired. So worn. Those sleepless nights were starting to manipulate his features. Ted noticed a slight tremor in Irwin’s right hand…

”Fine.” Ted conceded. “One week. But you better—“ He paused as he saw Irwin bounce his leg up and down in annoyance.

“Just…take it easy. Take care of yourself.”

”…”

Having enough of the silent treatment, Ted turned away.  Already guiding the door closed, a small “…because I need you” escaped his lips and echoed in the hallway.

[x]

[abirddogmoment]

Bird dog activities

[freebagels]

Do you ever think about how Aziraphale got punched in the solar plexus, hit over the head with a crowbar (so hard it would kill a regular human), and literally discorporated (a.k.a. fucking DIED the human way) all in one season?

Cause I do.

[autopsytableromance]

Evan kelmp man that you are ……………..

[caligarish]

Ivan the Terrible, 1944 // The Terror, 2018

[rasairui]

Interview went well yesterday, have another one today. Really hoping I can move forward with one of these, they're both doggy daycare jobs and I really miss working with animals. I'm honestly more excited about the one I had yesterday even though it's a bit of a commute, their facility sounds FANTASTIC and I'd get doggy first aid training in the first month <3

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

i love the versatility of the number two/second hand/second in command/etc character archetype and title

like. you're my number two. i trust you with everything. you will never be better than me. you hold more power in the shadows then i ever can in the spotlight. without me, you'd have nothing, be nothing. you're my second-hand and you're invaluable to me. you're my second-hand and you're inferior to me.

and the reverse- i'm your number two. i keep your every secret like my own. the minute you turn your back ill kill you in the way i know you fear most. i revel in your power and the protection i know you will always afford me. despite your position, you are nothing to me but dirt beneath my sole. you're my boss and you're everything to me. you're my boss and you're abhorrent to me.

ik ik it's been said before but guard dog versus attack dog and i go mad for both

[archersgoon]

like he wouldn't teach finnikin other languages until he was shamed. he was carles' chief advisor when they were failing to respond adequately to the threat of charyn. im going to be honest here i think there's a not insignificant chance he was king's man when carles felt so powerless he had to go to an imprisoned trevanion in secret. isaboe needs to fucking fire him

[todayisafridaynight]

top ten things i didnt think could happen during the aoki/bodyguard segment Aoki Actually Attacks

[mad-hunts]

no, but have i talked about this on here before? because i don't think i have yet. though i was just thinking about all of the different people that barton has been interested in romantically, and one of them that definitely stands out to me is auriel. because even he doesn't really know what it is, but in the main story for barton, she's been missing for quite some time. i'm talking like ever since his final year of undergrad. so, it's been more than a decade since barton has seen her and yet, he still checks whether anyone with her physical description has suddenly shown up again in gotham.

and he has actually made an effort to compile whatever evidence he could pertaining to auriel's disappearance, which... although there hasn't been anything new as to where his character is in the timeline of events right now? barton may be the only person in gotham who is actively looking for her anymore. plus, before auriel went missing, she had actually lent one of her coats to him and i swear to god... this man has never taken care of an article of clothing better than he's taken care of her coat. so, this kind of makes me wonder how barton's usual behavior could be so contrary compared to him doing something like this.

i mean, judging by how he behaves around most people (which is basically TERRIBLY, to put it simply jsjsj), i think that he must've felt like they had a deeper connection between each other somehow. though auriel herself is certainly not a villain. so i'm saying this in terms of barton perhaps trusting her enough to tell her things that he wouldn't normally tell a soul, like how he was (and still somewhat is) afraid of his bio father as a kid. but yeah — seeing as i know what had happened to her character, this hits especially hard for me 😭 because she may not be dead but auriel certainly hasn't been in a good spot for a longgg time

[jefferythejelly]

punz is the guard dog of yap city. btw

[bhaalsdeepbat]

on my Slayer Durge file, I was really in the RP zone and waited to reveal Slayer form to everyone until my Durge got to the Mindflayer Colony. She had just found the Letter of Forgiveness, was grappling with the familiarity of the brushstrokes, and then met Kressa and realized the first memory she ever had was of Kress's operating table.

my Durge couldn't hold back slayer form and suddenly the party was having to deal with the colony AND the fact that their leader was clearly hiding some pretty big fucking secrets from everyone.

and it was so fucking good. my slayer durge is kind of weak (bc of user error, from not optimizing, but i'm rolling with it), so being told by Astarion after that she wasn't strong enough on her own to make him feel safe. He soloed Myrkul, so imagine doing this horrible horrible thing, getting the power from it, and having the person you got that gift for telling you that your strength isn't enough.

the rp reasons for ascending astarion while still trying to resist ended up just writing themselves on that file tbh