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your friendly neighbourhood ghost here!! i know my activity has been piss poor lately but if you’d like to keep up with the kevdashians you can follow my 1x1 over at @lightwoodwrites as i honestly don’t know if i’ll be back for the second reboot?? it’s a little unnerving and irritating that i might have to fight for my characters/faceclaims positions for a SECOND damn time. i’ll probably wait to hold off judgement until i see what happens with the revamp / rule changes but i just wanted to be clear on where i stood

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i’m about to finally set up a character page and then i’ll be around for replies, plotting and bants etc!!

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JACK // MAKSYM:

Maks straightens and takes a step back to watch the violence play out before him. If possible, he prefers to stay hands off when it came to bar brawls – they were a waste of good energy to him. 

(His job was demanding enough.) 

He imagines it’s the opposite sensation for an assassin. If blood spillage was the desired outcome, what difference did the method or time of achieving it make? 

That was why despite rising to the call of duty when an operation required him to take a life – Maks would never be the sort to do it for fun. 

“I am peaches.” He replies, getting the phrase he attempted ninety percent correct. 

“It seems a simple drink can’t be obtained here without fists flying.” 

The assassin offered him a careless shrug of his shoulders, nothing ever seemed to run smoothly around here anymore. House parties couldn’t be kicked into full swing without an explosion, carnivals couldn’t be enjoyed by families without the rise of another gang and couples couldn’t even enjoy a milkshake together anymore at Bo’s diner without another explosion taking the lives of several innocent members of society as well as well as the lives of two cobras. 

❝ How about we go grab that quiet drink some place else? ❞ He had a fridge fully stocked of beer back at his apartment, as well as a cabinet full of whiskey and a cart of mixed gins and flavoured vodka’s. He didn’t have much in terms of furniture and valuables around his apartment, but he did have an impressive bar collection.

❝ Or we could stay here, pick shards of broken glass out of our pints and go for round two with that giant oaf again. ❞

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ROMAN // AUBREE:

Aubree had her eyes on her phone as she was about to cross the street when she hadn’t seen a truck come straight through the intersection. Thankfully, a kind citizen grabbed the brunette and pulled her to the ground. With a gasp, the girl looked around wide-eyed, unsure who had saved her. “Thank you so much. — I think you just saved my life.”

❝ It was either this or let your brains ruin the paint job on my car. ❞ Roman shrugged, a nonchalant look in his emerald eyes. He wasn’t in the business of saving lives, the route of a police officer had never been a path he considered for himself in life— he was better suited for crime and manipulation. His hands were calloused and scarred, every inch of his body was a patchwork quilt of what he had survived; what he had conquered. 

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LEAH // TRISH:

it was a regular day at the grill for Trish, she’s spent the morning unpacking new bottles of bourbon, whiskey and the like as the sun shone through the window of the bar she’d called home for so long. It was easy to run through the tasks when she was by herself, nothing to distract her as music from the juke box played some old soft rock jam from way back. For a moment, Trish made the mistake of thinking it would be a good day.

She broke down the boxes and headed out the back to dispose of them in the recycling bins when she heard the argument coming from deep into the alley. She couldn’t stop herself from quietly scoping the scene, after all police academy habits died hard. When she saw the woman seemingly backed into a corner by three men her face suddenly fell.

“Oh fuck.” Trish muttered under her breath running back inside to grab the old wooden baseball bat that sat in a corner of the back room for defense. after grabbing it hastily she headed back outside where the same woman from before was kicking ass with almost too much ease. Trish was bewildered watching each assailant fall to their feet at the hands of the woman they sought to assault, a drastic 180 from the way they hulled over her moments before. When the woman berated them as they all groaned in pain, Trish couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath, finally making her presence known while stepping forward. “Was gonna ask if you needed any assistance, but it looks like you got it all wrapped up here.” She slung the bat over shoulder and looked down at the men, making a face as she kicked the body nearest to her. “Pathetic.”

Leah lifted her gaze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, raising her brow at the baseball bat in the other woman’s hand. Friend or foe? She stepped over the body of the blonde haired assailant, the one whose nose she had broken with the palm of her hand, eyeing the baseball wielding woman cautiously. Leah was sure she could disarm the woman and knock her on her ass before she even had a chance to swing the bat at her, it wouldn’t be the first time somebody had come at her with one of them, but something about the woman didn’t exactly scream villain or enemy.

She felt herself relax slightly, shoulders dropping as the woman explained she was coming to offer her assistance only to realise she had it handled. Leah flashed her an appreciative smile, she knew that in a town like Valdez, not everybody would have offered to help somebody in need. Most would have turned a blind eye, fearing the repercussions from aiding a Savage member from an attack by idiotic Cobra soldiers.

❝ You could fix me a glass of your strongest whiskey if you like. ❞ Apparently beating the shit out of these three idiots was thirsty work.

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LEAH // MARIKO:

sometimes —- WATCHING a fight down isn’t always all that bad. as much as she enjoys a good amount of chaos, mariko braun is perfectly content in the shadows, waiting to see if lending a surprise hand  if things began to go south would be necessary. it was to her dismay relief, that it wasn’t and as she dropped down from the ledge that she was perched upon, she let out a content laugh, head shaking as she tapped one of them with her foot. ❛  you know —- they may be assholes ❜ and boy were they ever, ❛  but they make good distractions now and again, y’know out there. ❜ mouthy motherfuckers they were. her head gestures towards the one cradling his face, and she laughs - mostly to herself before tossing the water bottle she had in her hand towards the other operative. ❛  sometimes though? men just never fucking learn to shut their damn mouths. ❜

Mariko Braun might be the only person around town that Leah considers something of a friend, though she was certain if she voiced these opinions to the other woman she would wrinkle her nose in disgust at the prospect of having gained a friend. There’s something about the other operative that reminds her of herself, but she can’t quite put her finger on it— maybe it’s her quiet reserve from the rest of the gang, maybe it’s the way she carries herself like a soldier, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. 

Either way, she’s quickly growing fonder of the other woman by the second. 

❝ They do make good punching bags. ❞ She said with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, cracking her fingers as the other woman tapped at one of her assailants with her foot. ❝ I would have left one for you, but honestly? I needed to exert some energy. Next time? ❞ She offered, catching the bottle of water in one hand. With a quick twist of the bottle cap, she gulped down the water, wiping her lips with the back of her hand afterwards. ❝ That’s why God created women. The world would have burned a long time ago without a woman guiding a man. You know they struggle to think with their brains instead of their dicks. ❞

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LEAH // ROXY‌:

Roxanne had been walking past the scene when she heard Leah speak and smiled as she watched the three Cobras run away and shook her head. “You kick some serious ass.” She complimented the other female.

❝ They’re lucky that’s all I did. ❞ Cold blooded murder wasn’t in her nature, but breaking bones and crushing windpipes? That was more of Leah’s style. It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve more than what she’d inflicted on them anyway, they had tried attacking her after all — foolishly might I add. Where Niko went, Leah and the rest of his operatives were never far behind. She would have thought people knew picking fights with her was a big mistake by now. 

Though her current company clearly begged to differ. 

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AIDAN // NIKKI:

❝ You won’t like the next one. ❞She promised, the underside of his jaw the next place she’d plant her fist. Deciding right there and then that next time she robbed him, it would be intentional. 

Normally his relation to her roommate giving her pause, if she learned anything in her foster days. It was that no matter how close you thought you were to someone, they’d always pick blood over water. 

But she might just have to make an exception.

If Ashley was pissed about it, she’d take him to the Disney store later.❝ If you paid attention to your brother, I don’t tend to give wallets back once I get ‘em. You’re already pushing it, tweedle dum. ❞  

He licked his lips into a grin at her threat, she wasn’t the first woman who threatened to lay hands on him for his smart mouth and he was sure she wouldn’t be the last. If his brother had a knack for picking pockets, then his was pissing people off with his smart mouth. Present company included. Aidan had lost track the amount of fights he had gotten himself into over his life as a result of running his mouth off, always picking fights with the tallest kid in his neighbourhood, which as he grew older only turned into him picking fights with the biggest, meanest looking guy at a bar. 

His flare for pissing off the wrong people only grew more frequent after the death of his ex-girlfriend, at least when she was alive he had somebody to reign him in, to taper his reckless nature and soothe his anger with the crooning of her voice or the soft brush of her finger tips on his biceps, pulling him away from another fight.

If she was his anchor, then he was lost at sea without her.

❝ I feel like you’re forgetting the part where I had you trapped. ❞ He said with a purse of his lips, brows arched in her direction.

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LEAH // RONAN:

“That’s fair.” Ronan nodded and stopped walking as he sensed he was closed to her. “Still a good fighter.” He let her know. 

❝ You have to be to survive these parts, right? ❞ She offered him a coy smile, running a hand through her hair as she seized him up. He looked a little young to be a FBI agent, she had to admit. Had he completely skipped Quantico and been pushed straight into the deep end? Or maybe he was a legacy, some kind of prodigy maybe? Leah couldn’t be sure, but she was sure as hell interested to find out.

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CLARA // NIKKI:

❝ Yes I can, I’m a delight. ❞ Nikki quipped, a smug expression making itself present on her face as she feels an arm come around her. She refused to let anything ruin the night, not when death was looming over them like a dark cloud. They were going to enjoy themselves, the preacher could take his issues up with his god later. ❝ We’re not auctioning off Savages, although after his stunt at the carnival they might make an exception. ❞

❝ True, but considering my Dad is second in command, maybe I could convince him to slip his ignorant, pain in the ass only son into the auction? It’s not like any harm would come to him, we’re not the ones placing bets anyway. He’d be in the safe but miserable hands of one of his own. Oh, maybe they could do him as a write in? ❞ Clara hummed, lost in her own train of thoughts as she drummed her fingers idly against the counter top.   

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i currently feel like i’ve been battered with a bag of potatoes so my replies will be pretty stretched out/slow tonight guys!! i love being ill (:

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AIDAN // JULIAN‌:

❛ i don’t know about that, grandpa two tables over is really eyeing my food. ❜ he joked, forcing himself to relax his stance, even if just a bit— he had been living in such a hostile environment for so long, it was hard for the man to completely allow himself to feel as free as he now was.  ❛ is that the chocolate chip one ? is it good ? ❜ jules asked, already planning his next trip to the restaurant.

Aidan flashed the other Cobra a lazy smile, taking another bite of his chocolate chip pancakes as he glanced at the older man sat two tables over from them — he wore a pocket square in his tweed jacket, and what few strands of hair he had left on top of his head looked as if they’d been styled with nothing more than a lick of his hand. Aidan turned his attention back towards his companion, his smile growing into a smirk. ❝ Oh yeah, ❞ He nodded, ❝ He’s a notorious pancake thief around these parts. We call him Pappy Pancake. ❞ He added, a dry and sarcastic lilt to his voice. ❝ Why? You want some? I should warn you, man. I grew up with five other brothers, any sudden movements towards my pancakes will get you a sly shin kick under the table. ❞ 

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i just fell down an instagram video rabbit hole for an hour and now it’s two o’clock in the morning!! i’ve work in the morning, but i’m only on a half day tomorrow so i’ll get to the rest of my replies/memes and IM’s tomorrow afternoon

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❝ We’re bad guys. It’s what we do. ❞ amma & roman

💋    HARLEY   QUINN   DIALOGUE    PROMPTS   ! 

Roman couldn’t argue with her, he’d stopped trying to convince himself he wasn’t a bad person long ago— when a shred of his innocence still remained, before it was touched by the darkness that spread through his heart like a cancer after the death of his parents. It was easier to believe the lies when he was younger, it was an easier pill to swallow when he was able to convince himself that everything he did was a means of survival.

❝ I don’t care what you do with my product, Simmons. ❞ Roman declared, wetting his lips as he closed the large black firearms briefcase. ❝ Once the funds have been transferred you’re free to do what ever you like, kill who ever you like. ❞ 

Except for him, of course. Roman had contingency plans in place if ever such an event was to arise. 

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i’m lacking serious plots with my little bambinos and I’d love to get the ball rolling on some so below the cut I’ll list some potential plots / wanted connections for my demonic five!! 

Keep reading

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💋    HARLEY   QUINN   DIALOGUE    PROMPTS   !

triggering  /  nsfw   may  be  present ,  these  are  taken  from  a  variety  of   different  sources.

​❝ Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death? ❞

❝ Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape? ❞

❝ We’re bad guys. It’s what we do. ❞

​❝ I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you. ❞

❝ You’re cute. You want me? I’m all yours.  ❞

❝ Why, what’s wrong? You don’t like me? Fine. Don’t waste my time then.  ❞

​❝ You got all dressed up for me? ❞

​❝ Why do you eat people? Would you like to eat me? ❞

​❝ I’m bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in. ❞

​❝ You wanna tell me what the hell is going on, then? ❞

​❝ You ever been in love? ❞

​❝ Own that shit. Own it! What’d you think was gonna happen? Huh? ❞

​❝ I’m not much of a joiner, but… maybe we should. ❞

​❝ What’s the world ever done for us, anyway? It hates us. ❞

​❝ I gotta work on my cardio. ❞

​❝ I’ve never seen you laugh before! I don’t think I like it! ❞

​❝ You give ‘em twenty minutes of naughty fun time and they think they own ya! ❞

❝ You think I’m just some dizzy airhead that don’t know nothin’. ❞

​❝ You’re gonna make me do it, aren’t you? ❞

​❝ Anyone who throws boomerangs has some real issues letting go. ❞

​❝ I’m fine. We’re done. He’s a jerk. Whatever. ❞

​❝ I got an itch I thought you could help me scratch, cowboy… ❞

​❝ Oh well, at least I’m going out on a joke.  ❞

❝ I’m sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up! ❞

❝ Get your own hostage! ❞

❝ You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! ❞

❝ Well, the joke’s on you, 'cause I’m not even a real blonde. ❞

❝ I want to listen to the radio! ❞

❝ Gee, it’s amazing the things you find in people’s glove compartments. ❞

❝ Did you see the way I handled those creeps? Pow! Bam! ❞

❝ I’m keeping this one just for myself… maybe.  ❞

❝ I think we can still work it out, don’t you? ❞

❝ I believe I served you with a subpoena once… It was a small subpoena. ❞

❝ Gee, boss, you really know how to put the fun in funeral. ❞

❝ My boss likes me to wear a smile to work… ❞

❝ No more love. No more crime. No more nothing. I’m through… ❞

❝ Take a break and play a while, doo da, doo da. ❞

❝ Oy. Beauty school is starting to look pretty good about now. ❞

❝ Sweetie, go get mommy’s bazooka. ❞

❝ I struggle to make a good home for you and this is the thanks I get! ❞

❝ It’s you. The way you move… The way you… ❞

❝ It’d be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit. ❞

❝ Ready for some slapstick? ❞

❝ I had a kitty once. You know, they don’t always land on their feet.. ❞

❝ We’ve got lots of cash-ching! We’ve got so much cash-ching! ❞

❝ Why won’t you tell me how you broke my hypnosic spell? ❞

❝ You wanna play? Okay, let’s play! ❞

❝ You’re really sick, you know that, boss? ❞

❝ Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s luck ran out. ❞

❝ Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! We-we killed him! ❞

❝ Sometimes, to get where you want to go, you gotta be somebody else for a while. ❞

❝ You just can’t forget who you really are. ❞

❝ Just goes to show you, never send a business man to do a psychopath’s job. ❞

❝ It shouldn’t be too difficult. Just follow the mayhem. ❞

❝ If I had a hammer, I’d hammer the evening, I’d hammer in the morning, all over your skull! ❞

❝ Actually I don’t know, I am rarely in it. ❞

❝ I am to busy doing the job you neglected to do. ❞

❝ Well, you should be more careful, [ NAME ].  ❞

❝ To what do we attribute this sudden cheerful outlook? ❞

❝ We got his credit cards; what’s to worry? ❞

❝ Wait! Want to see a movie? ❞

❝ Yahtzee! ❞

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♡ amma & jack

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME . 

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .