Alabaster Badass

// Indie rp account for Izombie's Liv Moore - 3+ years of rping on tumblr Open to all ships and interactions Flexible on reply length Mun + Muse are both 18+

[psych-as-in-gotcha-blog]

“It’s not my fault–it shouldn’t have been so fragile!”

[alabasterbadxss]

“uh-” Liv started, sighing and shaking her head. “... That’s fine... I’ll just pick one up next time I’m at... that crime scene... two days ago.” 

[alabasterbadxss]

“what I wouldn't give for a milkshake right about now,” Liv whined Ruefully. Of course what she really meant was what she wouldn't give to be able to really taste a milkshake, the way she could before her taste buds half-died along with the rest of her. 

[alabasterbadxss]

“You don't by any chance recognize this man, do you?” asked Liv, not particularly hopeful, as she held up the only photo she had of their lead suspect. 

[claviolis]

[was-combatsituation-blog]

try and rob me, i dare you.

0.6 percent- that was the estimated amount of the American Population with diagnosable kleptomania. And of all the people in all of seattle, Olivia Moore found herself having eaten her second batch of klepto-brains. And just like last time, she now adapted the very prominent trait. This time she was more experienced with handling the side effects of her condition, and how to control it.

That being said… The impulse, temporary as it may be, was just as strong as it had been last time. So when she saw a perfectly unguarded little pocket watch clipped to the side of a stranger’s bag, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. 

There were a few moments of silence as she argued within her head. ‘take it, take it’ and ‘you know better than that’, but she must have been staring long enough for the stranger to notice, so she quickly snapped her eyes away, and smiled politely. 

        America was the land of opportunity. Needless to say, Trevor Philips liked taking any opportunity he could to better himself and put others at a disadvantage. Maybe, it was wrong (fuck, it was – he could tell it was), and maybe the Air Force saw that wrong. After all, why would the witch in charge of psychological evaluations purposely ground him? He wasn’t stable, and he knew that. But, fuck; it was pleasurable. He was not like Michael towards the end; he fell deeper and deeper into insanity, and thankfully his skills paid off. Kleptomaniac, pyromaniac – to be a bank robber and completely unstable, you had to be those. Trevor Philips mastered both of them.

        Technology may have advanced by the time 2013 came around, but he liked carrying a watch. Maybe it had something to do with ‘you only have this many minutes, and digital clocks won’t help’, but it also had something to do with the fact that one of his possible fathers was a member of the Stopwatch Gang. But, he liked to dream, and dream a little too much. He kept one watch on his wrist, and just an extra one in case. It happened to be hanging on his backpack, where this girl was eyeing the watch. She was extremely amateur and he could tell.

        “You know, I can see you. Fucking try. I fucking dare you.” She could try and hide her innocence with a smile all she wanted. He wasn’t going to be robbed today, and he wasn’t going to let this pretty young thing rob him. Fuck no.

[alabasterbadxss]

The harsh uncensored chide was certainly not unreasonable, but it was unexpected, and caught Liv completely off guard. She was a deer in the headlights for a few brief seconds, but once she regained her composure she tried to laugh it off, shaking her head with unconvincing innocence. 

“What?” She feigned ignorance, which seemed to be a default defense mechanism that she fell back on whenever she got herself into trouble. Which was unfortunately often. 

“I don't know what you're talking about. I’m just...” she paused for a moment, trailing off when she realized she had no idea where to go with this. “I didn’t mean to offend you.” 

Okay,  she thought to herself that was... no... that wasn't good. She wasn't a good liar under pressure. 

[alabasterbadxss]

I want to rp with all the psych blogs 

[ofpiineapples-deactivated201511]

( && open. )

‘ i vote we split this. and eat it with whipped   cream. off each other. nude-naked style. ’

[alabasterbadxss]

“I bet you say that to all the medical examiners.” 

Liv was (as most relatively attractive women were) certainly not unfamiliar with being hit on, but she had to admit it was a first to have someone suggest naked fruit consumption not twenty minutes after studying a murder victim’s cadaver.  

[alabasterbadxss]

// I’m the queen of false starts 

I apologize for being such a terrible rp partner but I think I’m gonna try again to get this blog running

[alabasterbadxss]

hxwlintheirsleep:

— [ ☼ ]

Excitement. Something that Milo’s life is almost always full of with being in a family of wolf shifters. There is always someone in the family that winds up making a scene for everyone involved; not just as wolves but hell, he comes from a pretty rambunctious family.  Watching her put away the kit, he could already feel his skin slowly but surely starting to heal. If only if he could heal his wounds as fast as he could shift but can’t have everything. With a wince, the shifter slowly got up from his seat to stand at his full 6′4′’ height and sighted, rolling his neck with another wince. 

“I, uh, heh, was possibly trying to chase down a fox I spotted.” He admitted, a little embarrassed as he silently scolded his wolf within who sometimes gets a little too invested when in full hunting mode.

“A fox?” Liv asked, with a bemused expression, before chuckling under her breath. “Well maybe next time try not to get too overzealous when you chase wildlife.” Liv snapped shut her first aid kit and tucked it under her arm as she stood up. 

“those cuts probably sting a little, do you want an advil or something?” Although she was slightly perturbed by the loss of her patio set, her instincts to care for someone hurt were much stronger. 

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0.6 percent- that was the estimated amount of the American Population with diagnosable kleptomania. And of all the people in all of seattle, Olivia Moore found herself having eaten her second batch of klepto-brains. And just like last time, she now adapted the very prominent trait. This time she was more experienced with handling the side effects of her condition, and how to control it.

That being said... The impulse, temporary as it may be, was just as strong as it had been last time. So when she saw a perfectly unguarded little pocket watch clipped to the side of a stranger’s bag, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. 

There were a few moments of silence as she argued within her head. ‘take it, take it’ and ‘you know better than that’, but she must have been staring long enough for the stranger to notice, so she quickly snapped her eyes away, and smiled politely. 

[livtheizombie]

#look at these adorable smiling dorks

[hxwlintheirsleep-deactivated201]

—- [ ☼ ]

“I won’t lie. That could’ve gone a lot better.” Milo grumbled softly as he winced a bit at his new wounds. While they will heal very quickly on their own, he still needed to keep them covered to prevent infection. “Thanks for letting me borrow your kit, by the way and uh, sorry about breaking your patio furniture…” 

[alabasterbadxss]

“Yeah, no, don’t worry about it. It’s not every day you get to sweep up broken glass... and what’s life without a little excitement.” Liv reassured him as she packed away the antiseptic and gauze back in her expansive first aid kit. As a medical professional she was always prepared, or rather- over prepared, as Peyton often reminded her. Although times like this were a good reminder that it was necessary. 

“Although I’ve got to be honest I’m a little curious what exactly you were trying to accomplish.” 

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