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indie/private fe14 oc penned by aj

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wingfaire:

Everyone thinks that we’re perfect                Please don’t let them look through the curtains.

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thinks about mom!jackie thinks about preg!jackie

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koganai:

❝  I would’ve liked to help you.  But you leave me no choice.  I apologize in advance.❞

Before the rosette can fire, Lissie’s knives fly at her torso.  They won’t go deep enough to be lethal, but just enough to hinder her movements, and hopefully to keep her from firing.  Lissie’d been stabbed in the knees before, and it wasn’t pretty.

❝  Perhaps, if things had gone differently, we could’ve come to an agreement.  That would’ve been preferable. ❞

      “Bullshit.”

This time, she sees the windup for the knives, and the way those fingers fling them. But as soon as she sees metal leave those hands, she lets her poisoned arrow fly into her knee to bring her down.

            The knives hit, though a few fall to the ground after hitting the boning of her corset. They don’t sink deep, but they still hurt, and her arms drop to pry them out. She can already hear Hayden’s scolding when she returns full of holes... Blood staining her corset and skin.

         Slinging her bow back onto her shoulder, she approaches the princess, eyes cold and angry.

                            “Like hell you’re sorry. I’m not.”

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throws the trashbag in for a smooch

First 3 in my Inbox get Kisses! | ACCEPTING

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      “Why you gotta be so fuckin’ tall?”

Bitterness of height aside, she plants her hands on his shoulders to tug him down, refusing to stand on her tip-toes. But he’s stubborn, and she settles for pressing a kiss under his jaw before she pulls back, smacking him on the chest to hide her burning cheeks.

                               “Stupid beanpole.”

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     She’s just calmly sitting here, watching her arrowheads in little jars of poison and oil, waiting for them to soak up enough... And she may have forgotten gloves or something to get that one out of the tetrododoxin. 

                  (Maybe she can trick this person that’s staring at her into getting it out.)

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bsrkr:

these seem to be the new “””cool kid””” things so like/reblog if you’re interested in rping with a hans fankid??

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FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

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petalshy:

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❝ I heard these types of flowers were your favorites---not that I'd been doing my homework on you or anything. ❞

      “Well ain’t you a gentleman.”

She takes the tulips gently, inhaling the scent of pollen and dirt before she pulls one free, tucking it into her hair.

                        “A little creepy, but a gentleman.”

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mom, upon seeing my bathroom light on: you're awake!! You live!! And it's before noon!! Before 8 even!!! Wow!!! me: vomits into toilet mom: oH

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highwaymxn:

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❞—If you plan on stealing something. You think you would be more subtle about it.❞ He quirked his brow as he looked at the female outlaw in question. A bemused smile escaped him. Trying to steal from this old dog wasn’t something recommended on his watch. Any other person who would have caught would have had a arrow or knife between their eyes. But, Shura was feeling a bit generous. He would gauge how this fellow outlaw would proceed. It would be a shame if she choose poorly. 

    She had thought she was being stealthy. Striding steadily and quietly closer to this old man to snatch his wallet... But he had caught her. And she pauses, blinking up at him when he smiled at her. She sees a quiver under his cloak; he could certainly kill her if he wished. Though... was he also stalking these streets for prey? 

                   “What’s it to ya? Like I’d want anything an old codger has.”

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koganai:

Lissie manages to move so that she’s nicked by the arrow.  Her expression becomes serious as a knife is thrown at the other girl’s arm, and she knows it’ll land.  In all the years she’s been perfecting this, she’s never missed a shot.  Eyes narrow asshe readies another knife should she need it, but she speaks instead.

❝  I told you not to.  It’d be better for you to just back down.  I don’t want to hurt you. ❞

     The knife flies faster than she expected, tearing through her cloak to sink into her arm. It doesn’t go deep, but it’s enough to sting, and her face scrunches with anger as she pulls it out and tosses it to the ground.

                       This was supposed to be an easy target, damn it.

“So high-n-mighty, ain’tcha? I’d ask politely for some fuckin’ change, but gods know your head’s too far in a golden chamberpot to give a damn.”

            She reaches to her bag again, this time grabbing from a different quiver, careful of the arrowhead. A poisoned one.

                    She lines up her shot again, muscling through the pain in her arm. This time, she aims for knees.

“One last chance, blondie. Hand it over.”

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koganai:

@conceif || X

When the other produced a bow and arrow, Lissie froze for the merest of seconds.  A knife was not exactly the most effective weapon, but she knew how to fight with it, and knives were as much as she could carry without it being obvious.  Replacing her knife, Lissie reaches towards her other side for something else, pulling out a set of throwing knives.  

❝  I wouldn’t, if I were you.  I’ve always had perfect aim with these.  But I’d rather not use them. ❞

      Her aim lowers as the princess reaches for something, though raises it again when it isn’t her coin purse. Perhaps she had misjudged this girl; Any princess packing that many blades must know how to use them.

                      But Jaquelynn isn’t one to back down.

“Suit yerself.”

                                            She lets an arrow fly.

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the princess always keeps a knife in her boot, and now she brandished it at the other, a firm expression on her face. " don't take a step closer. "

      Sure, it was a little dumb to try thieving a princess, but... Her weird retainer was finally gone, and while the girl was about her size, she would bet all the coin in her bag that she didn’t know a lick of actual fighting.

               “I don’t have to, blondie.”

In a fluid motion, she shrugs her bow from her shoulder, snatching an arrow out of her bag and notching it, lining it up and pulling it taunt.

                                 “Gonna hand over your purse now?”

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bsrkr:

it never gets better anyway                              so why should i care                                                  ‘bout a bad reputation anyway

art credit | indie hans fankid | penned by aj

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bsrkr:

it never gets better anyway                              so why should i care                                                  ‘bout a bad reputation anyway

art credit | indie hans fankid | penned by aj

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“How long have you been having these nightmares?”

nightmares. ||accepting !! || @conceif

❈ ROGUE ❈

❝  S-Shut up. ❞

His cold tone is more of a defense mechanism than anything to the fact that he’d woken up with a shout dying in his throat and a cold sweat covering his body.  The nightmares are always bad, he can’t help it, can’t change it.  His breathing was slightly heavy and his voice hoarse from swallowing his screams and his pride.  He didn’t want to seem weak or pathetic.  But he was holding everything inside, and it felt like a dam was about to burst.  A choking noise escapes him and he can’t help feeling his eyes water slightly.  The nightmares were always the same: the same failed job, the same pain, the same ending.  Except it was never just a nightmare, they were memories, fears.

And it’s not long before he’s actually crying, something he’s never done in front of her.  He’s viciously rubbing at his eyes as he cries, trying to stem the flow of tears and avoiding her gaze entirely.  She probably thought he was pathetic, his father always told him men didn’t cry, that it was a sign of weakness, that feelings were something he needed to kill to survive.  But it wasn’t working, holding everything in like this.  It hurt too much to continue, and he was at the breaking point.

Suddenly he’s clinging to her like a child, hands on her shoulders as he hangs his head, still crying profusely.  He can’t help it.  He’s just scared, scared of his nightmares, scared of his feelings, scared of a lot of things.  But what was the worst was his sick fear of abandonment and loss, because he was tired of it.  And he speaks, voice shaking and begging.

❝  D-Don’t….D-Don’t leave me.  Please.❞

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" Jackiiieee~ " There's a singsong tone to his voice as he bursts into laughter, doubling over. ".....You're so warm. And cute. And-And....." As he fumbles for his words, he leans his head on her shoulder, still chuckling. He's not quite drunk, but almost there as his lips ghost across her neck. " Mm, and soft. "

      Brown eyes narrow, though she can’t rightly be angry at him. She’s only had a few sips of the drinks Hayden had, so she still has her mind even as her partner devolves into giggles. But when he slouches on her, she scoffs, struggling for a moment under the weight before she decides to just put an arm around his waist and hope he won’t take the both of them down.

               Her cheeks blush at the kiss to her neck (just barely a kiss) and she can smell the booze on his breath. But instead of encouraging him more, she tugs him along, clucking her tongue at him.

“Ok, Mr. Eloquent. Let’s get you to bed before you turn to dead weight. You’re too fat for me t’ carry all the way back.”