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@acehunter
#𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 , a private & selective blog for the original character 𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐍. independent, literate & multi -verse muse based on the video game 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟕𝟕. mature themes will be appearing on this blog. please read the rules and all pages before following. personals & minors DNI. always adored by 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘.
CARRD - guidelines & anything you need to know about her
fargo (1996) dir. ethan coen, joel coen
me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate
shinobswrites
“hm? ah, no. not yet.” masamune replies, before stuffing his face with meat. his partner had been missing for a little while now and even when he was on constant lookout for him, he couldn’t find a trace of the other. “yeah, i think you’re right. he is a tough guy.” he smiles at her, patting trice’s small head. “but hey, how are things going for you? maelstrom still vibing with you?”
a single brow quirks at the query and if it weren’t for her mouth full of meat, she’ll be laughing her little mocking laugh. naeun speaks only after swallowing the bite, chopsticks wiggled in his direction playfully. “ they’re my family. of course i’m still ‘vibing’ with them. ” her eyes rake masamune’s frame, his face, and suddenly she’s leaning in close. “ you’ve been coming over much more often than before. ”
I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Go big or go home
it’s the third cup of instant ramen she’s finished tonight, the empty plastic container soon discarded somewhere behind her. “ i think i’m in the mood for action. ” ace suddenly declares, turning her attention over to cee. there’s something expectant in the way she looks at fellow maelstrom member, plush lips widening into a childish grin, playful at the edges, impish in its curve. “ there’s this new shop i discovered. pretty small, but they hoard the good stuff. ” / @aenrchists . s.c
it’s unexpected development, nothing she’s included in her string of actions and swift procedure of disappearing from the crime scene. she looks at the stranger, yet there’s no surprise, no shame, no sorrow; the gun in her hand makes it clear she’s liable for the death of the man laying lifeless next to her and ace isn’t trying to hide it. “ so, since you saw the whole thing - what are you gonna do now? call the cops? ” / @soloexe . s.c
“Damn that’s fucked up” = Me trying to help.
TOUGH SHELL
bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye-rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip-biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors. flipping someone off. emotional detachment. wolves. death glares. getting into fist fights. not caring who they piss off. motorcycles. not giving a fuck. smashing shit. making a jerking off motion with your hand whenever someone with authority speaks. ripped fishnets. combat boots. throwing a kid’s toy and telling them to go fetch as if they were a dog. feeling lonely even in a huge crowd. band-aids. black eyes. believing that the world is full of pricks. getting even.
SOFT INSIDES
honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors. falling in love often and easily. puppies. bright eyes. nursing someone back to health. lullabies. being sensitive towards the feelings of others. overalls. sundresses. blowing bubbles. licking the icing off on cupcakes. baking a cake for someone’s birthday. cuddles. pillow forts. spoon-feeding someone. silk robes. tiaras. cooing at a baby. believing that there is true goodness in the world. forgiving someone who has hurt you and letting go of the past.
tagged by : @reliqucry - thank you 💕 tagging: @pridewon , @shinobswrites , @ymagishi , @inperish , @ensuists , @yorinobu , you!
the plastic bag of the konbini rustles against her leg as they cross the street, gaze wandering somewhere between the skyline and the moon. “ since graduation is near and you’ll most likely be leaving the country, do you think you’ll miss me? ” it’s a rhetorical question; the answer should be obvious, and she makes it obvious by flashing wakatoshi an expectant glance, almost puppy like in the way she blinks dark lashes at him. / @pridewon . s.c
“ oh? isn’t your little goody - goody nomad fam here to help you? ” a single strand of black hair is twirled around her ring - clad pointer finger, and ace appears rather amused to have encountered someone from one of the gangs she has always deemed pretty useless. she lifts her modified gun, pointing it at nothing specific, playful as she adds, “ don’t fear, dearie, i’m not out to kill you. i just want your most recent loot. ” / @rpprdoc . s.c
“ have you heard anything from him? ” even without a name, the image of the missed person surfaces with clarity and ease, and naeun continues only after taking yet another bite of the scrumptious bulgogi from the old man’s place down the street she’s been obsessed with since a while. “ y’know, something tells me he’s doing fine. ” / @shinobswrites . s.c
she stands upright, head high, one dark eyebrow slightly raised as she meets the gaze of the man before her; pretty face as smooth as marble. “ bet you didn’t expect to see me here again. ” naeun greets him with a hand on her hip and lets rsoy bow - shaped lips curl into a grin. “ ready to lose? ” / @lovestrain . s.c
with all due respect, which is none,
does anyone want a small starter 👉👈
“I can see your nipples through your shirt” first of all stop being ungrateful.
inperish
Connor takes a mental note of the Ramen in her hand, eyes rolling as he sets his keys down on the table beside the entrance. This life is a joke; the whole city is a joke, but this is even more of a joke. (He’d have to talk to security later tonight and explain how they’re supposed to be doing their damn jobs.) “Thanks for your support. I’ll be happy to have your assistance when I see you trying to fix this city.” Sarcasm drips from his tongue as he makes his way further into the apartment, perching himself on the couch adjacent to the chair.
The NCPD was a joke; too many open cases with no resolution in sight. The cases were always hard and as technology grew, they grew harder and so did the nights. Tonight wasn’t an exception. A cyberpsycho with a vendetta ready to be exploited; three dead civilians with no leads so far as to the identity of the murderer. (The police department was an absolute fucking joke. Individuals who ran around with badges trying to stop the cesspool of the corruption this city had birthed. He’d grown to accept it over the years — the question remained on why he continued to stand with the police force, the answer unclear to even him.)
He takes off his shoes, eyes never drifting from the bounty hunter. He surveys for anything that gives away the reason she’s here — any changes in her heartbeat, any perspiration that indicates anxiety. He can’t detect anything; she’s too good at what she does. Leaning backward, a brow cocks as he tilts his head to the side. He takes another look at her; still no change. “Cases are confidential. Not that you care, I know you better than that.” If she was interested in a case, she would’ve snagged the case file by now — more often than not, those cases were traced back with Maelstrom roots.
“Give me something to work with here. Toss me a bone.” Like a dog, he’s all bark but no bite; not yet.
she finishes the last bit of the food and places the now empty ramen cup on the desk, feet removed from its surface in order to push herself up. it’s fascinating to watch, an android who’s worried about a city that is long gone and far beyond any help. she wonders if it’s a genuine emotion or part of his program, and suddenly ace’s fingers are itching to take him apart and get his core chips back to maelstrom hq for thorough inspection.
“ how heroic you are, connie. trying to save a city that doesn’t even wanna be saved. ” there is a hum in a voice as she now rounds the table and lets the tips of manicured fingers run along the wooden material. her eyes trail from side to side, almost innocent in the way she ends up looking up at him when she stands near his frame, but far enough to escape if needed. impish little grin curls the corners of her lips upwards. “ you know, i’ve been wondering why you bother buying food. you don’t even need it, now, do you? is it for the feeling? the atmosphere? to try and imagine what life as a human would be like? ”
maybe she’s threading on thin ice there, but she’s known to live for the thrill, and each step she takes closer to him feels like a step closer to fire that may burn her. oddly she wouldn’t mind. “for the ncpd to hire androids as cops now, in a city where major gangs exist who are firmly against such things, you must either be crazy or dumb to have accepted this job. ” here she’s pausing a beat for her eyebrows to knit softly together in faux concern. “ or maybe you’ve had no choice because you’ve got no will of your own. ”
mere centimeters keep them apart now, head tilting just enough to trace his features. and when’s she bringing her hand up, she presses her palm against his chest darlingly, right where a heart would be located but isn’t. " you know, maelstrom would be delighted to have you. we’d appreciate you. ”
