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Iain Fitzpatrick | Elijah Loomis | Annabel Devin | Lindsey Gallagher | Antoine Fortier Mumu for HQClue

[dcathsxkiss]

dont-putyourblame-onme‌:

Nico smirked as he watched Annabel. He couldn’t deny she was a gorgeous woman, her smarts were also a nice draw. He found the the wax sealant over her samples to be clever, a wink back to the bees who created the product. His eyebrow raised in amusement. “Spicy and Strong, can’t say I’ve gotten that description before. I quite like it. It’s better then sarcastic and dickish.” He smirks softly over to reaching to take the test tube when she offered it. “What has been your best seller so far?” 

“Well, the two can exist at the same time and still be true,” she retorted, a half grin on her face. Annabel fidgeted with the jars of honey, rearranging them so that they sat neatly on the table. She liked order. It helped her to keep track of her stock. “The blackberry. It’s a classic.” She pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side. “Have you decided on what you’ll be purchasing today or are you just here to look around?”

[dcathsxkiss]

dont-putyourblame-onme‌:

Mariana smiled her eyes shifting away from the skillet to her husband. It may seem odd and a tad gory but she loved listening to him talk about murder. She wouldn’t deny that she on occasion would say something just to get him going. His eyes lit up, grumpy man that he was he could spend hours telling her about his theories. “Fair point, didn’t that new novel come out about the Black Dahlia even? New information can come in anytime..though we may be stuck on the Ripper. I did however see a show where Jack escaped his time period and traveled to a modern day society.” 

She smiled softly and shook her head. “That’s what? Only once or twice this week? You’re getting better, I’m proud of you” She winks to him before motioning to the table. “Take a seat handsome, Dinner will be ready in just a minute” Pulling tortillas from the over where she had them warming. “You feel up to going, for just a hour to show our faces, see what its like then we can come back and watch Mindhunter” 

Iain loved her. For a multitude of reasons, but he was especially reminded of that fact in moments like these, when she threw herself headlong into the conversation rather than pointing out how strange his interests were. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” he replied, . He was constantly adding to his book collection. The piles of them had taken up every corner of his small one room apartment in Williamsburg. Now, six months after their move, the majority of his books were still in boxes but a few of the important ones were interspersed with the flowers Mari used to bring life into the place. Sooner or later, he’d have a build a few bookshelves, but that was a project for another day. 

“We’ll have to watch it some time. As research, of course,” he smiled a bit and blushed when she complimented him. Quietly, Iain slid into a chair and rested his forearms on the table top. “I ... uh.” He paused, a hand running through his unruly curls. “I suppose we can go. It can’t hurt to get to know the place and the people if we’re going to be living here.” 

[dcathsxkiss]

honeyxlarkspur‌:

Vegas loved living in Downtown Mitspitch. She loved that there was always something to do or see, and she especially loved the downtown stores and vendors. While she was no five star chef, she did love baking for herself and others, and tea was often her beverage of choice when unwinding from a long shift (or trying to get some sleep after a particularly harrowing one), so she visited the honey vendor pretty regularly. She had been browsing the selection of the day when Annabel greeted her.

“I’m just about finished the orange blossom and had to make my rounds! I think the blueberry is still my favorite, but blackberry might just change my mind,” she confessed, tapping the lid of said flavor. “How about we try the blackberry this time….and the sage? Something a little more adventurous!”

Annabel loved repeat customers. As a small business owner, repeat customers kept her afloat. While beekeeping was something that Annabel had come to love and appreciate for the art form that it was, she was still at the mercy of her customers. So, it was always nice to see someone return and with a kind review no less... “The blackberry is one of my personal favorites,” she said, picking up one of the jars and offering it to Vegas. “I think you’ll enjoy it, and if you don’t, you’re next blueberry jar is on me.”

[rpmemestbh]

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[dcathsxkiss]

hallowedoutminds‌:

yuka couldn’t help but smile. being the younger sibling, he wasn’t exactly used to children. the closest he got to being an older brother was when he was living with his host family. even then, they weren’t as young as noah. “it’s no worries,” yuka thanked him, sliding the cell phone back into his jacket pocket. “that’s admirable – there are many kids with their own devices these days. i’m yuka, by the way.”

Elijah didn’t see a need to explain that it was less about making an admirable decision, than the simple fact that he couldn’t afford certain trappings in life and didn’t want to expose his son to them only to let him down. “Elijah,” he said, by way of greeting. “And this is Noah. We’re working on our people skills.”

[dcathsxkiss]

dont-putyourblame-onme‌:

“Fair point. I’ll teach him some better Italian words then. So he doesn’t sound like a tiny mobster.” He couldn’t help but be proud of his friend. Noah was essentially dropped into his life, shaking it up entirely but Elijah had rose to the challenge. Those first few weeks were chaotic and Nico tried to help out where he could, not that he knew much more about children then Eli did. Thank god for google. “You say that like you wouldn’t love it and be proud of the kid. After all he’s robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. A lot of people would appreciate that” 

Elijah laughed at that. Noah had spoken his first word around his first birthday. Since then, he hadn’t stopped speaking. There were moments, though, when he scrunched up his face and interspersed words he’d learned from his Uncle Nico into his sentences. Eli wasn’t quite sure if his son understood the words he was saying, but it amused him to watch the way the words propelled themselves out of Noah’s small body. “You’re right. It’s practically part of his DNA to cause mayhem.”

[dcathsxkiss]

howanangelcries‌:

“Rawr,” Lis tilted her head, hopping off her desk, keys clattering onto the floor. “Feeling sassy, are we?” Bending down to pick them up, she straightened and patted Elijah on the cheek. “I could say the same thing about you…but it’s fine,” she tutted. “If you really don’t want to go, I’m not gonna say anything,” perhaps pout about it for a day or so, but she wouldn’t say anything. Lis never cared to ask anyone for anything—not her parents for anything when she was growing up, not her friends for help and not Eli with her podcast, but it was still appreciated. Lisette just didn’t necessarily know nor care to state that out loud. Instead, she showed gratitude through banter and often times, payments of food. Pulling the knob, she opened the door of the suite. “Chop chop, earlier we go, earlier we get done.”

“I’m not sassy,” he said, pouting a little. He couldn’t say no to her. Hadn’t been able to since they were children. Lis could glare at him and Elijah would fall in line. Not that Elijah would ever say to Lisette. It would give her more power over him than she already had. Power he was sure she knew she wielded over him considering the amount of times she’d batted her lashes at him and convinced him to go along with her plan. But Elijah couldn’t hold it against her. He owed her. He was almost certain she was the only reason he’d graduated high school, and when Noah had showed up at his doorstep, Lis had stood by his side through it all as only a best friend could. Elijah was under no illusions -- had Lisette not been around, Noah would never had survived his first night with his father. 

He absently twiddled with one of the hoops in his nose. It was something that he did frequently; it kept his hands busy while his mind wandered and while he grappled for words he didn’t have. “Okay,” Elijah said without second thought, standing and making his way through the open door. “Bring me up to speed. What are we walking into? What can I expect?” 

[dcathsxkiss]

heyanikawest‌:

She wasn’t sure about the imagination thing, she’d never been particularly adept when it came to creativity. Athletics, sure, academics, not so bad but her contribution to visual arts or music had been limited, if not plainly embarrassing. Time, however, she had plenty of that. “A custom one? That would be awesome- that would be really cool,” she was obviously delighted in the idea, before she’d stopped to even consider what she wanted. “Can you mix like- a fruit and a flower? Say, like- I don’t know, like jasmine, apple, or something like that?” she was making it up on the spot but she knew there were teas like that, so why not honey? “I’m notoriously bad at gift-giving so I’m trying to really up my game here,”

Annabel regarded the younger woman with a smile on her face. She could tell her that certain flower types had the ability to affect the taste of the honey, or that bees preferred certain blooms. Sunflowers and lavenders, for example, were both excellent flower types and compromised a great portion of the area around Bel’s colony. But the woman was, by self admission, a new comer to the art of honey, and Annabel doubted that it would truly make a difference. That, and she was almost certain that the woman did not have the sensory training required to pick out the specific notes of flavors. “I may be biased but honey is an excellent present. It’s artisanal. If Jasmine and Apple are the flavors you’d like, I can see what I can do about infusing the flavors.”

[misclued]

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

OPPOSITE: @dcathsxkiss​ (LINDSEY) CHARACTER: JACK

He is well aware that she does not want him here, he’s a reminder of what she’s hiding from (family drama is all he assumes, he doesn’t like to know too much). But even though she’s come all the way to Canada, a US Senator’s daughter can’t be left without protection, not with the kind of reputation she has in the media. Jack had done her the favour of dressing more casually, but he still demonstrated a certain energy that was hard to lose after military and personal protection training. A stiffness, an alertness.

“Lindsey,” he calls quietly. “If you’ve gotten settled in, we should go over the itinerary one more time,” Jack says from the doorway of the adjoining room. She’s out of sight at the moment, her suite being larger with a living area and separate sleeping space, while his is more practical. Bronze Bear knew the kind of clients they catered to. It was almost perfectly balanced. Jack holds up a folder. He’d never been a hard ass as a body guard, but he took his job seriously and he didn’t want his ratings quashed by resistant clients. 

[dcathsxkiss]

Lindsey had spent the last thirty minutes contemplating escape. The door was a bit too obvious. She knew the moment she opened it, he’d know, and he’d be there to stop her. She’d considered the window of her room, but had decided against that, as well. After all, she was almost certain someone would notice and alert him. Her bodyguard. Another attempt by her father to control every aspect of her life. 

“Again,” she huffed from where she lay on the bed, one arm draped across her face. She didn’t sit up. Instead, she shifted her arm slightly so that she could glare at him as he stood in the doorway, not quite in her room. “Unless the itinerary has suddenly changed to include you leaving me alone for the foreseeable future, I don’t want to hear it.”

[erika-writes]

[neckkiss]

Reality Bites (1994)

[dcathsxkiss]

MEET ANTOINE LEVI FORTIER. HE’S A 27 YEAR OLD CISGENDER MAN WHO VISITS MISTPITCH EACH SUMMER. HE’S CLARK MERCER’S APPRENTICE AND CURRENTLY LIVES IN THE ELMIRA AREA.

about.

connections.

[keybladesoras]

DEAR DIARY, TODAY WAS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE. AFTER WALKING HOME FROM SCHOOL, LITTLE ARCHIE PROPOSED TO ME.

[katya-zamos]

Daniel Wellington x Drew Ray Tanner 

[howanangelcries]

Timestamp: Week 1 — WORKPLACE. Opposite: Elijah Loomis @dcathsxkiss Character: Lisette Taylor

“Oh come on!” Lisette exclaimed from where she sat atop her desk, legs flailing under the opening of her desk as if she’d just taken a copious amount of drugs. “We have to go,” she pleaded. Spending the whole night watching documentaries about cold cases with a recurring theme of forests, she noticed a pattern. Tiny, missing pieces of evidence. A broken nail, bodily liquids, hair strands that seemed to blend in with the color schemes of the earth. “This is Mistpitch, for Christ’s sake. I personally think we’d be missing a grand opportunity to get ahead of things. Hell, we could even maybe break national news if we found something,” Lisette murmured, attention flying around as she searched for her keys. Where were they…? “Just one hour,” she pouted, lip jutting out. “Then I can buy you and Noah all the food y’all want.” Granted it was nearly dinnertime, she was to clock out from the paper and more than likely, binge on more docuseries that she did not need to be watching, but perhaps, this would be a nice diversion.

[dcathsxkiss]

Moments like these were common place. Elijah couldn’t name the amount of times he’d sat patiently and listened as Lisette pitched yet another thing for them to do. Elijah usually sighed and feigned disinterest. Mostly because that was what was expected from him. She was the excited, driven one. He was the one who went along because he lacked his own personal direction and drive. 

There were days where he thought that he siphoned off her passion. He’d lived his whole live surrounded by the mythos of the murders, He worked in the museum. By all accounts, he should have been murdered out, but somehow, he’d found himself falling into one more murder related thing -- Lis’s podcast. “Even if I said no, I’d still end up going with you,” he pointed out. “So, might as well skip the debate and just agree.”

“You need new hobbies.” He was one to talk, he knew, but it was easier to nag her than it was to go looking for a new one himself. “One hour.”

[grieftaken2-deactivated20200828]

“Oh shit.”

“Okay, quick. Pretend you’re in an active conversation with me.”

[dcathsxkiss]

“Uh...” Iain wasn’t entirely sure how to react to this situation. He was awkward enough in situations with people with whom he was comfortable. So this... this was more than he could handle. “I’m not entirely sure how one pretends to have an active conversation, truth be told.”

[dcathsxkiss]

misclued‌:

“Steps are steps,” Perion says thoughtfully. “Standing still is just as bad.” Sore feet, sore hips, sore shoulders, better to be moving than still. The human body was meant for action. “Besides you can change it up every half hour or so, I do that when I’ve got camera duty at the ranger station.” She breathes a laugh, watching Annabel arrange her jars. 

A grin plays at her lips when Marble is mentioned and she glances down at her cookies-and-scream pitty who looks between the women curiously. “She’s talkin’ about you,” Perion says, and reaches down to rub Marble between the ears. “Oh that’s neat!” A teaspoon a day is generally the limit for what is safe for dogs to eat if it’s raw, but she assumes it would come out to much less to bake and divide into treats. “What inspired that?”

“I’ll look into it.” Annabel uttered the words, promise in her voice, even though she wasn’t quite making a promise. She spun the small bag in her hands, weighing its contents, before offering it to Perion. She’d made a few of these for some of her four legged customers. “I have plenty of customers with pets,” she explained. “I figured I’d try something new.” It was a simple enough explanation. “It’s perfectly safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”