"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
tannertan36
Game of Thrones Daily
blake kathryn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
gracie abrams
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola
Claire Keane
NASA
#extradirty
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
$LAYYYTER
untitled
occasionally subtle
Fai_Ryy
roma★
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
seen from Türkiye
seen from India
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from France
seen from Indonesia
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Canada
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Spain
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Guernsey
@cryokiinesis-blog
tugs on his sleeve. ❝ april says you need to make me soup. ❞ coughs. on his suit.
❛ah, soup? righto well, do you know at allwhen she’ll be back then?❜ clearing his throat he glanced about the kitchen anxiously. perhaps if he could cook at allwell this would go a bit easier.. brushing a hand along where the boy hadso considerately snotted on it he huffed. ❛alsodo you mind using a handkerchief at least?!manners my boy, manners.❜
Remember when you had a life and stopped making bitchy comments about mine?
bitchy? my dear, you’ve spelt on point wrong.
The man was smug, something unbefitting of a Contractor but he supposed they had a lot to settle for. Hei will not deny how useless it would be to settle it in this heat but it is his only advantage over the other Contractor. The ice, November’s weapon would never last for too long in this weather.
And yet November is not the only one having feeling unbefitting for a Contractor, he still owes it to Carmine to get his revenge on November.
His informant was either not up to date with current news or he worked together with someone to leave Hei out of the loop because the Americans working together with the British was new information.
“Are you?” He counters, “Or maybe you’re the first guy going home in a body bag.”
❛petty threats are unbecoming. besides, if anything were to happen to me..who would take care of dear yin?❜ the words were soft spoken, hardly boastful. lending nothing to his tone whether it was a well executed lie to catch the fallen star off guard just as the false information of the brits and the americans teaming up..or was it the truth. did he have the doll?
❛tell me something, i’ve been wondering since we’ve first met really. what.. are you? a contractor who denies a perfectly good deal, a deal that would have saved his life.. is no real contractor at all. wouldn’t you agree?❜
--- !!!! /nosebleeds
yes darling. i know.
There she sat, perfect posture and unmoving. Her hands cupped and set delicately on her lap. Eyes not wondering to search the room or even blinking (much); The living image of a doll.
‘You’re safe here with us’ ; Those words didnt comfort or console her. It wasnt just the fact that she couldnt trust him–she knew that was a lie. Those were just feelings she couldnt process. It didnt bring her fear or comfort. Truthfully, the only thing on her mind was Hei. How she could return to him.. If he was safe. She didnt want to be the reason for his pain. Her brows barely started to knit at that thought.
“.. we’re partners.” Yin answered simply. Her voice almost firmer than usual. Her head then shifting towards him slightly. Eyes blinking slowly. Her mind constantly searching for a way to contact Hei.
“.. I’m thirsty.”
❛oh darling, by all means.❜ there was a brief pause however. ❛i’ll get you all the water you should need, just not yet. things aren’t prepared you see. we’ll need a few more moments and then i’ll oblige. ❜
and then slim brows furrow; perplexed he tilted his head slightly, ❛partners? my dear you are merely a means to an end. a doll, a puppet for him to use. why, he’s probably already moved on, forgotten about you.❜ there was no cruelty to his tone, it was flat. not that he cared for her feelings, she was void of them. wasn’t she?
however if he truly felt that way then why was he using the young one as bait to lure in his prey. how odd.
For sexual sunday
yawn.
There’s nothing to be said about their reunion, Hei’s not surprised it’s November 11 they sent after him what with them having a past but for them meet in America of all places is just odd unless the other is working under the radar. “…—You have no authority here.” Last he heard the CIA and MI6 had a conflict of interests. Alas. He holds up his knife higher, letting the other know he is serious; there is a window to Hei’s left, a palm tree he can hook his wire on and make his escape and so he edges towards the window.
one hand is empty, the other held a small nondescript water bottle. taking a quick sip from it he offered his most charming smile. ❛goodness it does get rather warm here; why settle in this sort of weather? especially when you wear all of that atrocious black.❜ waving a hand dismissively he shook his head, blonde hair wisping across his forehead. the cap was left off of the water bottle but again he made no move to attack; stance was lax.
❛authority? why, everyone is after you bk-201. the americans and the british have come together for the hunt.❜ tone was even, eyes now hidden behind sunglasses he merely smiled. ❛i’m just lucky enough to have found you first.❜
The question went unanswered. It hadn’t really been meant for him, anyway. Rhetoric was a habit of 11′s, much like the kiss of cancer that dangled from his lips. Such was the cost of his sins—give, and take. The world ran on it. Among those struggling insects borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, July watched that world spin in a state of pure stagnation. Nothing changed for him—save for the hands between which he was exchanged. A soft fog began to form against the hollowed glass within his grip, remnants of his body’s warmth leaving fingerprints against the tinted verdigris. Golden crown lifted with the tilt of his youthful chin upon the true address: a directive. It went without question that he should follow 11′s orders. Already, before his lips had even reached the metaphorical rats, his specter was shadowing the fleeing mafia dogs through the dank alleyways, flickering between the broken glass of old streetlights and boarded windows.
Soft wool rustled against the old velvet of the couch, leaving it unoccupied as his petite frame followed after the footfalls of the suited man. Instinctively, one small hand peeled its fingers back from the bottle’s edge, and reached up to the level of 11′s waist, palm open to grasp at guiding hands. There was no emotion behind the action—purely habit. Even he had them, it would seem.
❝ …Okay. ❞
without much thought he accepted the reach, slim chilled fingers clasping around the tiny hand. a side mission, nothing alarming but it nevertheless kept him on his toes. in between searching for bk-201, whom has been dormant for a week or so now, he and his team have been out cleaning up what they can. streets were filthy will liars, thieves and murderers. how odd that humans considered them to be monsters and yet he had bore witness to more violence perpetrated by the species of supposedly a higher moral pedigree.
within the other hand he held the cigarette he so loathed. the taste along; jarring. disgust written across his features, a clear pane of glass that revealed simple revulsion at the act. payment. ❛at times i envy you, july..❜ it was not unusual for the contractor to speak. it was how he organized his thoughts, wondering aloud helped him mull over anything that was on his mind. analyze them. ❛no obeisance to have to deal with.❜ a flick of his thumb had knocked the ash from the tip of the smoke towards the ground before he was forced to take another toxic drag. but eyes, frigid as the ice in his veins, managed to melt just that little bit as he glanced towards the child. ❛but then you do have another hefty price to pay. a shell of a person now. caught forever between life and death.❜ how bizarre that he should suddenly..care. or moreso perhaps he was simply curious just as he was with that anomalous bk-201. ❛does it bother you?❜ the question was half asked and he expected no real answer as they continued to walk.
/stares @ (´▽`ʃƪ)♡
another pretty young lady showeringme with attention? it certainly is my lucky day. darling it’s lovelyto meet you but i’m afraid i’m not exactly sure who it is you are.. ?
@cryokiinesis
If there is one Contractor Hei never hoped to cross paths with again it was November 11. Not because he fears his powers or the MI6 but because he himself was utterly ridiculous. The man was Hei’s opposite in every way possible and even after finding out what the Syndicate wanted to do with them he was still hunting Hei down? To what purpose? One thing is clear about the other; he still looks bizarre in that white suit of his under the Hawaiian’s sun.
“This is how far you go.”
Despite the intense heat from the sun, November 11 was never one to sweat. With an abnormal chill to his blood, he could wear anything, anywhere at any time of the year. Lucky for him, being dapper was always in season. Unlike the ragamuffin before him.
❛That’s how you greet me, old chap? Rather rude after all we’ve been through isn’t it?❜ Though he made no step further, not yet.
❝ If you pretend to feel a certain way, the feeling can become genuine by accident. ❞
Independent Hei ( @niimaruichi ) && Yin ( @typykka ) From DARKER THAN BLACK
❛you’re safe here with us.❜ the words were empty of course. except tainted with the barest hint of smugness. the safety of this doll was not his concern; she was merely a means to an end. capturing bk-201 was now his objective and feasibly within his grasp. the contractor had been on his mind since trying to convert him to their services. shockingly it failed. the logical route would have been to accept such a generous offer and yet the black reaper denied it. an anomaly.
❛all we need do now is wait for him to collect you.❜ settling down in a chair next to her he offered his most charming smile. ❛what is he? if he were any normal contractor he wouldn’t come for you at all, would he? no, he would simply find another doll. why would he risk everything .. for you?❜
Business was business—and it was none of his. White noise, grainy and thick in his ears, and nothing more. Gloved digits thin as freshly birthed bone clasped gingerly at the neck and base of the bottle betwixt them, glassy eyes locked onto a space on the floor as the smell of smoke swelled against the tacky wallpaper—drowning out the bitter stench of blood.
humans were nothing if not predictable. cursed with too much emotion and hardly any sense at all; bothersome.
with another lingering inhale of toxic fumes he expelled the breath. ❛one would assume, giving such a generous offer they could have accepted instead of trying to dupe us. yes?❜ tone was even, despite the mild annoyance of having to choke down another cigarette. ❛ah well, the show must go on.❜ standing he straightened his tie, toying with the lapels of his jacket. still a pristine white. excellent. no fuss no muss with chilled blood.
❛trail them.’ he spoke towards the seemingly lifeless boy. ❛we’ll take our time following, we’re in no real hurry and naturally the scattered rats will lead us right back to their den of thieves.❜ he sneered. hands in his pockets now he glanced over his shoulder towards the young puppet. ❛come now, it’ll be quite the walk and april is already ahead of us.❜
/stares @
well well, what have we here. must be mylucky day for such a gift to fall into the collectivelap of mi-6. a catch such as this willbe sure to bring in the bigger quarry we’vebeen searching for.
there he sat, amongst the carnage neither prideful nor sad that he managed to accomplish his task. frankly, it was too easy. these buffoons held no challenge for the best man mi-6 had to offer.
atrocious habit. acrid smoke was forcefully inhaled as his eyes closed. how he did abhor his remuneration; the payment meted out to every contractor. a price to pay for the unnatural powers they were granted. finally he stood, flicking the discarded smoke towards the nearest corpse. face frozen in a mask of agonized terror. tilting his head he glanced down towards the body. ❛never welsh on a deal with an englishman, old boy. it’s not in good form.❜ as he stepped over the iced over man, fingers crunched beneath his foot as the chilled digits shattered.
