Inactive til Further Notice

Your name is SPADES SLICK. You happen to be the leader of the infamous MIDNIGHT CREW. You despise anything that gets in your way.  

[connivingknife-blog]

I won’t be using this blog starting from now on, see you.

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh….” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[diplomxcy]

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves off the question. “Take it you do that a lot, though?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  He sighed, and looked at the poor man. Perhaps it was his compassion- ha- working now.

  “Nah, you can’t take revenge if you already kill them before they hurt you, buddy.” he flashed out his teeth.

[diplomxcy]

He snickers. “Guess not, huh? But let’s face it, I’m a detective. Killin’ em before they hurt me makes me a criminal.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s why it’s my part of the work to kill them back for you?” he said sincerely, but looked away afterwards.

[diplomxcy]

That was really sweet, coming from a Slick. Sleuth was speechless for a second. “I- uh, y-yeah. You could do that. If. If you want.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I need information then, give it.” he looked at his fingers and sounded like it wasn’t a big thing.

  “Where do I find them, appearance…Ideal way to kill them?”

[diplomxcy]

“Wait, wait. Before we go on with this, why would you do this for me. Are ya expectin’ some sorta payment?”  He gives a him a confused half-frown.

[connivingknife-blog]

 He rolled his eyes, “No, I am not expecting shit. Take that as a nice friendly- pfsshshs it’s a funny word- Act of kindness from your mob boss sitting right here.” 

[diplomxcy]

“… Thanks, Spades.”

[connivingknife-blog]

“No problem... dude.”

[retroscofflaws]

In other news, Spades Slick dressed as a flapper is one of my favorite things.

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

connivingknife [pvt] ;)

[concisesewingpins-blog]

Two Weeks Hiatus

I’ll be leaving hte country and I only need one rp blog to get super busy :’D

[connivingknife-blog]

However I will finished the reply tomorrow morning first 

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh….” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[diplomxcy]

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves off the question. “Take it you do that a lot, though?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  He sighed, and looked at the poor man. Perhaps it was his compassion- ha- working now.

  “Nah, you can’t take revenge if you already kill them before they hurt you, buddy.” he flashed out his teeth.

[diplomxcy]

He snickers. “Guess not, huh? But let’s face it, I’m a detective. Killin’ em before they hurt me makes me a criminal.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s why it’s my part of the work to kill them back for you?” he said sincerely, but looked away afterwards.

[diplomxcy]

That was really sweet, coming from a Slick. Sleuth was speechless for a second. “I- uh, y-yeah. You could do that. If. If you want.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I need information then, give it.” he looked at his fingers and sounded like it wasn’t a big thing.

  “Where do I find them, appearance…Ideal way to kill them?”

[diplomxcy]

“Wait, wait. Before we go on with this, why would you do this for me. Are ya expectin’ some sorta payment?”  He gives a him a confused half-frown.

[connivingknife-blog]

 He rolled his eyes, “No, I am not expecting shit. Take that as a nice friendly- pfsshshs it’s a funny word- Act of kindness from your mob boss sitting right here.” 

[connivingknife-blog]

And Again

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

He laughed again, playfully taking the bottle back and taking a swig himself, feeling warm from the vodka. “Fucking cheers.”

Droog himself was also a responsible drinker, but it was a wonder on what they did next. “Ey Slick, whaddaya think we should do after we kill the bottle?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I hope you don’t mind me staying the night, because unless I’m going to leap of faith down to a warmhole I ain’t gotta go back,” he shrugged, “I like your couch, I do.”

  He picked up that bottle too, and threw his head back. He knew the other wouldn’t mind his gesture anyway.

  “Unless you have something in mind?”

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Not at all. Hell, you can either use my bed or I have a guest room. La mia casa è la tua casa. As they say in Italy.” he replied, taking another swig. “But it’s up to you. My couch is comfy, but not that comfy. So sleeping on it might not be a good idea. Just saying.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “Guest room it is then. Yeah, don’t mind, I already see this as house 2,” he sat up.

  “Well, the bed in guest room better be great. I gotta need a great night tonight. You know. “

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“It’s merely a smaller version of my own bed which feels like a fucking cloud. And I honestly don’t mind you staying here more often.” he replied with a grin.

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s good. I needed a long term hotel in this universe anyway,” he stood up from his chair and walked, but stopped in confusion, “Where again?”

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Here. I’ll show you.” he replied getting up and leading the Don to the empty guest room with a full size bed worthy of a hotel, but ten times softer. “Here, want me to wash your clothes? I can loan you a tee and a pair of boxers to sleep in if you want.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  Slick was impressed to see the room. It seemed ten times more luxurious than he had imagine, and that was a great thing. 

  “Nah, I’ll just take off the jacket and the shit I don’t mind. You deal with these sheet later tomorrow,” he said with a smirk, and pull his jacket off efficiently. 

  “Good night, in that case? I still need to use the restroom though,”he stumbled to the threshold, and scratched his head.

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Sure. Need anything else before I leave you to your devices?” he asked softly, turning to leave. “Oh, and the bathroom is the only white door in this hall by the way.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “Nah, this is good enough.” he travelled to the restroom by himself.

  After settling down, he had made the room quite a room of his own. Feeling comfortable just to lie down on a soft bed. 

  He had drank, so hopefully it wasn’t too difficult for him to fall asleep.

   At least that’s what he though.

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

Droog was still up, but he was playing a soft tune on his sax with the lights off, the light from the moon and the city bathing the huge room in pale silver, and different types of glittering color.

The tune being played was soft and sad, almost like a lullaby. The taller man hoped the Don was asleep and wouldn’t come find him like this. Droog’s shirt hung undone and rumpled, like he tossed and turned, but couldn’t fall asleep.

[connivingknife-blog]

   It was unlike his home where he could fall asleep anywhere. He heard the quiet tune travelling through the corridor. 

   He was thinking again what he had done today. How this Droog was to him. It was different than his own. Much more emotional than his own. He thought as he layed still, scared to break out of his room to have another conversation. It felt as if he had to hide himself from seeing the other man just to avoid reflecting his own Diamonds Droog on him.

  It was no where near comfortable, and Slick shut his eyes.

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh….” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[diplomxcy]

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves off the question. “Take it you do that a lot, though?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  He sighed, and looked at the poor man. Perhaps it was his compassion- ha- working now.

  “Nah, you can’t take revenge if you already kill them before they hurt you, buddy.” he flashed out his teeth.

[diplomxcy]

He snickers. “Guess not, huh? But let’s face it, I’m a detective. Killin’ em before they hurt me makes me a criminal.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s why it’s my part of the work to kill them back for you?” he said sincerely, but looked away afterwards.

[diplomxcy]

That was really sweet, coming from a Slick. Sleuth was speechless for a second. “I- uh, y-yeah. You could do that. If. If you want.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I need information then, give it.” he looked at his fingers and sounded like it wasn’t a big thing.

  “Where do I find them, appearance...Ideal way to kill them?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 nice to meet you yeah yeah were over that

  no unless you have a topic

  which we dont so far so uh fuck no

  pfftt theres plenty of entertainments on the street you go to that instead

[ignitionoverdrive]

A topic.

Do you like to set people on fire. 

And I really can’t walk out onto the street. I don’t have a street in front of me. I live in a cabin. In a forest.

The city is a big ol’ walk some ways from me. I’m generally not accepted there because I’m flame-y.

[connivingknife-blog]

  i did set a building on fire once it was pretty fun

  oh

  well thats a 100% a good idea to live in a forest when youre a human torch, yeah! BURN IT DOWN

  is it possible for you to burn out

[connivingknife-blog]

Slick. Sliiiiick. Fuck you :D

 what

what

WHAT

ARE YOU 

MY DEUCE?????????

[causticdynamo-blog]

.connivingknife:

  Slick was interrupted and dragged back to reality by the loud crashing noise of Deuce falling to the floor. He turned around just to heard the door slammed and the man on the floor.

  He almost laughed.

  Quickly jumping off from the chair, he hurried over to Deuce. The thumbs up gave the situation a even more comic taste, and that made Slick laughed a little in his head. Anything Deuce tried to do after just made Slick feel worse, but it might have been the best to save faces.

  “Indeed, you bleeding there Deuce- didn’t you think of a better, uh, entrance. Anything but not that,” he pointed his index finger at Deuce’s body, and made sure it was exaggerated, “or did you miss that tune too much eh?”

Digging deep into his pocket he procured a raggedy-looking handkerchief, not Clubs’ idea, but Droog’s influence, he’d had more than enough scowls for never having such a simple thing, at least it had come in use now

“Er, bit ‘a both actually…was gonna make a big entrance an’ like, get you weepin’ with fuckin’ nostalgia or some shit, sounds real gay now that I think about it, not that that’s a bad thing!” he covered his bleeding nose and rose to his feet hoping they’d change the topic of conversation and get right back to what he wanted to do.

With a free hand he dragged his Slick back over to the piano and sat him down rather forcibly, because they were gonna get this shit done whether he was bleeding or not…sure he might sound like he had a bad cold right now, but he’d sung under worse conditions. “Go for it! I’ll join in an’ try not t’ get blood all over th’ fuckin’ keyboard Slick.” he grinned, mouth half-obscured by his own hand, either way he was eager , weird thing to look forward to, but Slick made the difference, grumpy, lovable bastard.

[connivingknife-blog]

  Slick raised his eyebrows looking at Deuce’s handkerchief. “That’s considerate of you.” 

  “Oh yeah, you and your dramatic unnecessary big presentations. I miss those of course. It’d be great if you don’t end up hurting yourself with that,” he was still looking at the shorter member’s nose, and shaking his head as his tune deepened. 

  Slick was back to the piano after that and hesitated to start. But seeing as Deuce had the confident going, he wasn’t afraid to start again the song he was playing. Rolled his eyes to thought about the countless time that conversation happened in the past. Then he hit the keys in a grand opening, gradually moving towards the intro of the song.

[connivingknife-blog]

  what the fuck are y

  sure i guess youre just a flamy son of a bitch

  oh my god thank you for that and hopefully you are entertained enough to fuck off now yo?

[ignitionoverdrive]

Yes. I am a flamey son of a bitch, nice to meet you.

You don’t really like talking right? Damn. 

But no, I’m not entertained enough to fuck off, yo.

[connivingknife-blog]

 nice to meet you yeah yeah were over that

  no unless you have a topic

  which we dont so far so uh fuck no

  pfftt theres plenty of entertainments on the street you go to that instead

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

Anyone order a nice helping of multiple stabs?

Keep reading

[connivingknife-blog]

Keep reading

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

Keep reading

[connivingknife-blog]

Keep reading

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

Keep reading

[connivingknife-blog]

  He leaned in, pulling off his boxer and said carefully.

  “It’s alright.”

  It seemed to him that it was quite strange to just do that, so he sat on the bed awkwardly facing the other man. Thinking about where he might be able to find condoms or lubes. 

  “Or maybe if you’re that hungry, warm me up here. Do whatever you want. I also need the condom and lube.” he grinned, and put a hand on Droog’s neck area.

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh….” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[diplomxcy]

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves off the question. “Take it you do that a lot, though?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  He sighed, and looked at the poor man. Perhaps it was his compassion- ha- working now.

  “Nah, you can’t take revenge if you already kill them before they hurt you, buddy.” he flashed out his teeth.

[diplomxcy]

He snickers. “Guess not, huh? But let’s face it, I’m a detective. Killin’ em before they hurt me makes me a criminal.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s why it’s my part of the work to kill them back for you?” he said sincerely, but looked away afterwards.

[connivingknife-blog]

And Again

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

He laughed again, playfully taking the bottle back and taking a swig himself, feeling warm from the vodka. “Fucking cheers.”

Droog himself was also a responsible drinker, but it was a wonder on what they did next. “Ey Slick, whaddaya think we should do after we kill the bottle?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I hope you don’t mind me staying the night, because unless I’m going to leap of faith down to a warmhole I ain’t gotta go back,” he shrugged, “I like your couch, I do.”

  He picked up that bottle too, and threw his head back. He knew the other wouldn’t mind his gesture anyway.

  “Unless you have something in mind?”

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Not at all. Hell, you can either use my bed or I have a guest room. La mia casa è la tua casa. As they say in Italy.” he replied, taking another swig. “But it’s up to you. My couch is comfy, but not that comfy. So sleeping on it might not be a good idea. Just saying.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “Guest room it is then. Yeah, don’t mind, I already see this as house 2,” he sat up.

  “Well, the bed in guest room better be great. I gotta need a great night tonight. You know. “

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“It’s merely a smaller version of my own bed which feels like a fucking cloud. And I honestly don’t mind you staying here more often.” he replied with a grin.

[connivingknife-blog]

  “That’s good. I needed a long term hotel in this universe anyway,” he stood up from his chair and walked, but stopped in confusion, “Where again?”

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Here. I’ll show you.” he replied getting up and leading the Don to the empty guest room with a full size bed worthy of a hotel, but ten times softer. “Here, want me to wash your clothes? I can loan you a tee and a pair of boxers to sleep in if you want.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  Slick was impressed to see the room. It seemed ten times more luxurious than he had imagine, and that was a great thing. 

  “Nah, I’ll just take off the jacket and the shit I don’t mind. You deal with these sheet later tomorrow,” he said with a smirk, and pull his jacket off efficiently. 

  “Good night, in that case? I still need to use the restroom though,”he stumbled to the threshold, and scratched his head.

[saxophonesandcuesticks]

“Sure. Need anything else before I leave you to your devices?” he asked softly, turning to leave. “Oh, and the bathroom is the only white door in this hall by the way.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “Nah, this is good enough.” he travelled to the restroom by himself.

  After settling down, he had made the room quite a room of his own. Feeling comfortable just to lie down on a soft bed. 

  He had drank, so hopefully it wasn’t too difficult for him to fall asleep.

   At least that’s what he though.

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh….” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[diplomxcy]

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves off the question. “Take it you do that a lot, though?”

[connivingknife-blog]

  He sighed, and looked at the poor man. Perhaps it was his compassion- ha- working now.

  “Nah, you can’t take revenge if you already kill them before they hurt you, buddy.” he flashed out his teeth.

[connivingknife-blog]

ignitionoverdrive started following you

 what are you 

[ignitionoverdrive]

Okay I’d like to say this – firstly that’s fucking rude.

Secondly it’s none of your business.

Thirdly what the fuck are you.

[connivingknife-blog]

  firstly i dont care

  secondly you came to follow me and expect me to not ask who you are

  thirdly spades slick

 any more you want to point out?

[ignitionoverdrive]

Oh. You’ve got a point.

But seriously – asking what I am. Not who I am. Dick.

Slick, okay. Cool. I’m Brand. Fire elemental. If that wasn’t obvious.

Nope. Except that you’re a dick. And it’s amusing as fuck.

[connivingknife-blog]

  what the fuck are y

  sure i guess youre just a flamy son of a bitch

  oh my god thank you for that and hopefully you are entertained enough to fuck off now yo?

[diplomxcy]

🎦

Sleuth was adjusting this mechanical arm when he looked up, seeing Slick climb in through the window.“Um,” He started. “Okay, first of all, how did you get up here? We’re on the sixth floor of an apartment complex.” Quickly, Sleuth snapped the arm fully on and threw on his shirt. “Second of all, what the fuck’re you doin’ here?”

[diplomxcy]

Sleuth looks down, smiling bitterly into his half-empty cup of coffee, giving of a halfhearted chuckle. “I know that feelin’, Slick. All too well I guess.” He shrugs. “At least you find people to bother.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “It’s not that hard to find people to bother that won’t push you off the window,” he said quietly, looking at the other. It didn’t seem like a good idea to say anything loud, for a moment.

  “What, are you going through that lonely phase?”

[diplomxcy]

“Nah, it’s just that I have rather bad luck, heh. Just about everyone wants to kill me, I guess. Dunno. It ain’t fun.” He continues looking down. “Sorry, I’m getting all sentimental.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “Now what did you do that to deserve that huh?”

  “Not even I got that treatment, tell me more,” he tilted his head out of habit, “uh, no problem man, at least to me.”

[diplomxcy]

“Pretty much, I just existed. Tried to be nice, said hey to Droog. Tried to be buddies with people, pretty much. Just outta nowhere without any rhyme or reason, ‘cept that I’m a detective, people wanted to kill me. Happens all the time, I guess.”  A shrug of the shoulders.

[connivingknife-blog]

    “Same here,” Slick shrugged. “But in a mob way, hah.”

  He sounded quieter and more rational somehow, compare to his usual representation.

  “It wouldn’t be a bothered once you’re used to it. It will become part of your life and hopefully you will fight them the fuck back. If you got the competence that is, do you?” Slick threw his head back and laughed a little, killing the seriously mood forming.

[diplomxcy]

“It’s different if you’re a mobster.” Sleuth states. “People fear you.” He gives an awkward smile and shrug. “I do fight em.” He looks at his hands. “Never was a good plan.”

[connivingknife-blog]

  “I’m glad you say that, at least the public think that way, heh,” he shook his head as he spoke, “we become the target of many, just so you know. Not all people are scared.”

  “Well, show them what you got, cripple them if you need to. That’s the fun part.”

[diplomxcy]

“They cripple me”

[connivingknife-blog]

 “Oh....” he paused, thinking about how highly possible it was, “my bad, uh, sorry.”

  “Need revenge?” 

[atrendyhost-deactivated20160409]

The entire gun is white, of course.

Do you really think I would have it any other way, hm?

[connivingknife-blog]

  who knows what your taste is like? 

 i just guessed 

  in that case i wouldnt wanna steal it from you god, the entire gun, no

[atrendyhost-deactivated20160409]

Oh. Please. You of all people should know of my ‘taste’. It is the same as my alternates’.

I would not allow you to steal, regardless.

[connivingknife-blog]

  youre talking as if i am interested in knowing those worthless information

  i happen to not, however

  well ok i do kinda see your pattern of being all shiny green and nasty but i hoped for better you know

  thought one of your alt might be in a way REACHABLE

 but fuck that i guess i will leave your shit alone