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@bluegrassnoir
It’s a cold, dark world. Mother Nature’s corpse lies dormant over the city, her blood staining the boots of every parasite eating what’s left on her bones. All of us are living on borrowed time, and darlin’? That time is slowin’ down.
An Ask/Rp blog for Solo Sam from Sam and Max, tended by Sev. Multiverse, AU, and OC friendly. Semi-Selective.
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It's Sinday, so go ahead and ask those spicy, naughty headcanon questions and my muses will answer them honestly.
Specify muse, or you'll get one at random.
revvnant:
Already smells like dog, he wants to say. Ugh, he wants to say it so bad – but he holds his tongue. He wants this guy out of here as soon as humanly ( canine-ly? ) possible, and pissing him off or starting an argument will just make that harder. Surface level cooperation within the bounds of the law is the best way to go, and if things get too far, shut it down and contact a lawyer. If nothing else, FazEnt has some insanely talented defence attorneys. The perks of near-constant litigation, he supposes; lots and lots of experience. A bit better than Helpy with Google open on the computer and the case spread across his desk.
“Fun! I guess I don’t have to answer anything, then.” Does that constitute cooperation? God dammit, he’s no good at this. “Don’t have to let you in, either.” Definitely not cooperation. He just can’t help it. His natural disposition ( aggressive ) combined with how fucking good it feels to slam the door in a pig’s face ( incredible ) just can’t be overcome. “They can send an actual officer with a warrant, if they want. Until then… have a faztastic day.”
He’s trying very hard to keep his face in that neutral smile (This guy wouldn’t threaten you, look at him! He’s so soft and fluffy and happy! You can trust him with anything!)— but his ability to do that left a long time ago, and the pinning of his pupils and ever-present twitch at the corner of his mouth make him look just a bit rabid.
There’s a tense moment of silence between them. When he does finally cut it, it’s with a shrug. Trying to be casual.
“That’s fine. But kid, can I ask why you’re taking so much personal interest in this? I mean, you can’t be making more than 10 bucks an hour. I doubt you get benefits, and this—“
A little look around the place. It’s like a bowling alley swallowed a build-a-bear workshop and threw up into a mall. He has to squint against the neon.
“…place— well. Kid, if it’s unsafe, I’m saving your glittery purple ass with this investigation. Did you know that OSHA has this place categorized in a red folder? Best case scenario we swap out the owners, get some safety features, maybe get you a raise, too.”
Keep it casual. Just keep talking. Look, he’s a big puppy! You can talk to the big puppy. Promise.
meow … ?
I am no longer ( whole )
but, there is a L I G H T inside of me.
if i am breaking, then i will
shine through my c r a c k s.
and if i shatter on the floor,
even if my pieces cannot be reformed
at least i can be content
knowing i glowed bright enough
( if but for an instant )
to help you find your way
PSA:
You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling.
//it should NOT feel as good as it does to have formatted that right. we’re in the big leagues now (<- has been in the “big leagues” for far too long)
revvnant:
Not the weirdest thing he’s seen in the pizzeria, but still. ( There was the time Tom Nook stormed in to demand the rent. He often thinks of that. He thinks about it when searching his area for therapists. He thinks about it before he closes the tab to find a therapist. ) It doesn’t bother him that it’s a dog. It bothers him that it’s a cop. There should never be a need for a cop in Freddy’s. He grips the edge of the desk hard, unable to force a smile.
“You wanna elaborate?” he asks. Then, “Do I need a lawyer?” His voice is acidic. Of course he’s wary. The police have never helped before. They’re like crows. Bad omens. And the last thing he needs is the press to catch a detective on his property. I won’t be responsible for– stop panicking right fucking now and get your shit together. Thank God he can’t sweat anymore.
He’s heard it all before-- he’s been doing this for a long time after all. The worst of the degradation is in his tone, not his words. This is definitely the type of teenager (young adult?) who knows his rights and has had to use them before. Good thing the laws for freelance police are considerably looser than those for actual police. He adjusts his tie— Tacky, oversized; Blue-striped with black and an ugly stain he clearly tried to hide with the knot.
“No vultures needed here, kid. This is a family friendly establishment, don’t need them smelling up the place.”
The witnesses these days… So snarky, always pleading the fifth. He tries a casual smile, and it almost works on his face.
“I’m the one they send in when they don’t care enough to send actual officers. My legal standing’s as flimsy as a birch trunk in a log rolling competition between the world’s heaviest man and a Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
He’s used those similes so long that it rolls off his tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He almost impresses himself with how little thought it takes anymore. Another tie adjustment, unnecessary, but it keeps his hands busy.
“I’m just here to dig into a case involving a quite public disassembly of one of your staffmates in front of a group of preteens. I’m sure it was just a quite gruesome Halloween display, but the videography of the incident seemed a bit too lifelike for the parents’ comfort levels.”
Of course, since they were kids, he had to watch the video in a weird resolution with some gaudy pop song playing under it and a filter that turned the victim’s intestines into confetti, but otherwise it seemed like an actual murder, and one that the establishment resolutely did not address publicly.
Which of you is the corpse and which of you is the loneliest person in the world.
@revvnant continued from x
The officer is… Atypical. Turns out that wet dog smell wasn’t just sweat. Chocolate brown fur turns scraggly at the edges of his snout, a clear display of a breed meant for cold climates. His ears are long and floppy, and his black nose glistens under the dim fluorescent light. It seems dangerous to have a lit cigarette that close to fur, but damn if he isn’t holding it. It’s smoked nearly down to the filter, too.
In his other hand, he’s holding a badge typical of the NYPD, though a little ragged around the edges, and with a bullet-shaped chunk taken out of the center. Apparently his name is Sam.
“I’m here to ask about any… strange occurrences you might’ve seen in the building. Specifically to do with your coworkers. I’m sure you catch my drift.”
He leaves it at that, tucking the badge into an inner pocket of his tailored navy suit jacket. It must be tailored— they would never sell a suit with a hole cut in the pants for a tail. A tail that’s very resolutely still at the moment. His eyes stay locked on Michael.
3, 8 and 10?
(for this https://www.tumblr.com/bluegrassnoir/719601240141627392?source=share)
• Work Life
He has considerably fewer cases now, though not for lack of trying. A while ago, the cases seemed to make themselves, and even just walking along the street at night could dig up a half dozen conspiracies. Now? He’s lucky if he manages to uncover a mafia ring once a month. His methods are still atypical, but with a level of realism that he wouldn’t even dream of before. Pickings are slim, to say the least. Mostly missing persons, burglaries, and petty theft.
Of course, he still loses sleep over them. His concern for the victims, his worry that he won’t find the culprits in time… those kinds of anxieties don’t disappear overnight, no matter how few the cases become.
• Alcohol
Sam’s isn’t much of a drinker, and that didn’t change after he lost Max. While he’ll occasionally indulge, he’ll never buy his own drinks. Probably for the best, though, as the fruity cocktails and daiquiris he enjoys aren’t exactly friendly on the wallet, and he barely scrapes minimum wage on a good day.
Back in his teenage years, he would on occasion break into his father’s liquor cabinet for Max. Max hated the taste, of course, but loved watching Sam try to keep down expensive whiskey. He always failed, and the visit ended up with him heaving into the sink and getting chewed out by his father.
• Sleep
Restlessly. When he shared the apartment with Max, despite the constant interruptions and waking up with bruises and scrapes, there was comfort to be found in the familiar pain. Like how people learn to sleep next to train tracks.
He does have one thing that helps. If the sounds of the city or stress from a case are keeping him up, he’ll chew the back of his hand. It’s, admittedly, a weird comfort, and not one he would ever do while someone was watching, but it helps. Even if he’s starting to leave a few teeth scars along his knuckles, it’s not like you’d notice them unless you dug under his fur.
𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (a collection of prompts from text posts I saved. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
“You’re such an idiot. I will literally kiss you on the mouth.”
“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID???”
“Not evil anymore, I want to be loved now.”
“Babygirl, you are awkward and do not understand social cues.”
“Sorry about being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though.”
“What if my best self is a cunt that can’t wake up before noon?”
“They’ve got something gay going on.”
“I’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person I know.”
“I couldn’t fix him. But I could fuck him.”
“I am a generator of hate, and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine.”
“If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not.“
“I’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.”
“You’re talking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance.”
“I’m sorry I’m hot and funny. Are you mad at me?”
“You make a lot of threats for someone who is short and can’t even do a push-up.”
“My fear of abandonment is so strong, because if I could I would abandon myself too.”
“Your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone.”
“My kink? Knowing all the information.”
“I think Aristotle said that.”
“The Universe has a sense of humor and I can respect the commitment to the bit but, girl, please.”
“Vulnerability is so hard. If I told you anything sappy know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression.”
“Please don’t say mean things to me.”
“My hobbies include knowing and being right.”
“I told you a joke and you’re laughing. I love you.”
“I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons. Also I just got stabbed.”
“I don’t identify as “male” or “female”, I identify as a warning.”
“I’ve made a huge mistake.”
“First of all, I didn’t “miss” the red flags. I looked at them and thought: yeah, that’s sexy.”
“I could recognize him by tits alone.”
“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”
“Can someone please be proud of me? Like fuck, I’m trying.”
Headcanons meme
Send a number for a topic and I'll give you a headcanon.
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Childhood
Work life
High school
Family
Marriage
Children
Alcohol
Drugs
Sleep
Fashion/clothes
Medical/health
Personality
Relationships
Hobbies
PROMPTS FOR CONFRONTATIONS & ARGUMENTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
how long have you known? and you never told me?
i'm not going to take this anymore.
tell me the truth or i swear to god...
you owe me!
you're not listening!
i saved your life, and this is how you thank me?
when were you going to tell me the truth?
you made me look like a fool out there!
i don't have to put up with this.
good fucking riddance.
you'll never see me again.
do you hear yourself?
i was your only friend.
i never loved you.
get out and stay out.
that was incredibly rude of you.
are you fucking serious?
you're lying!
i'm not dealing with this today.
you think you're so perfect.
is this what you want?
keep lying to yourself.
don't let the door hit you on the way out.
i never should have trusted you.
this is all your fault! don't put this on me!
you see what happens when you don't listen to me?
you're unbelievable.
cut it out!
you're doing this to annoy me.
that's nice. real mature of you.
they're dead because of you!
get the hell away from me.
i'm leaving in the morning.
you think you're so great.
would you just listen to me for two seconds?
i said i would help you!
what part of that do you not understand?
you're so stupid.
i wasn't finished speaking.
are you going to interrupt me again?
i can't believe i wasted my life on you.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
i never should have believed you.
you led me on for nothing.
this is the thanks i get?
every time i try to help, you just push me away!
then fine! i'm leaving!
is that what you want? is that what you really want?
we could have made this work if you actually tried!
you don't care about me. you don't care about anything but yourself.
i never want to see you again.
i swear to god, if you take one more step...
burn in hell.
you broke my heart.
we're supposed to be a team!
what are you trying to prove?
i didn't mean for this to happen!
you're not capable of handling this alone! you need to rely on other people!
look around! this is all your fault!
if you would just get your head out of your ass...
i wasn't finished.
knock it off!
you sicken me.
sorry to disappoint.
you're a fucking nightmare to work with.
i'm tired of your bullshit.
you treat me like shit.
you could have stopped this!
you can't just run off like that!
i thought i told you to stay here!
i was wrong about you.
and here i thought i could trust you.
they warned me you were hard to work with.
would you just leave me alone?
we're not doing this here.
just shut up!
you thought wrong.
you're making a huge mistake.
get off me!
i'm sick and tired of this.
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