L I A R .

[jujeol]

Girls

- Claire&Julie

[americanninjax-deactivated20191]

Doodle before sleep time

[saltacid]

guess who binge-watched motorcity

[slickytricky-archive]

–{☢}– “ Ain’t like it happened more’n once– and that was a paid job gone wrong. Me n’ my bros try t’ take all we can get– we ain’t like you Burners. “     They weren’t quite the sparkling idols of     teamwork like Julie’s gang. Especially     when most of the boys were clueless and     barely had minds of their own.      Scavenging trips generally weren’t a family-     fun-time, so taking up the Duke’s offers     seemed pretty glorious. At the time, anyway. “ And we ain’t countin’ the round-up. I know you ain’t dumb enough t’ think that was  anything but Texas’s deal. He’s a sore loser, man. That ain’t my fault. “

[deciiet-blog]

         EXCUSES.  They had done something wrong and refused           to admit or repent.  { sound familiar? }  Nevertheless, besides          a groan and a roll of her eyes, the girl offers no argument.          W h a t e v e r .  As long as they aren’t a threat in the future,          she isn’t going to start a fight over nothing.  Not as though          any of their allies or enemies are steadfast in their roles           { except, of course, kane } .                         “Just next time you think the job might involve                           fighting the Burners, walk away.  -------------                           Actually, just avoid the Duke in general.”    The man makes the Mama’s Boys look like saints, and she pulls a    disgusted expression to make her opinion of the blonde ‘ duke ‘     clear as hands travel to her hips and perch upon them.

[dystopiandisastercontrol-r-deac]

Inhale. Exhale. Sweet-smelling clove smoke wreathed around her head, picking up glances of light from fixtures placed. It was a stark contrast to how she looked, admittedly. 

Shined eye socket, skin under and above cut and bleeding. Various bruises and small wounds added up to hellish appearance; obviously, she’d endured a beating. Split top lip combined with bleeding nostril and drained into her mouth seemingly without notice, though she simply wasn’t sure how much of the blood she was tasting was actually hers. Residual rush was leaving, smoking helped to shudder it out.

Prussian was stalking through the upper levels of Motorcity, careless and nonchalant to the stares she garnering from it, when someone spoke up. Steps slowed, shoulders sagged a bit in mock defeat, disarming tactic. Head turned with an airy groan in her throat, reminiscent to wood bowing in wind, eyes lowering slightly to accommodate the startling difference in height to meet the others’ eyes. Six-foot-two was not an average height for a woman, certainly.

Lips pulled back a bit to show a small smile, head canted. Another exhale, renewing the cloud of smoke around her.

“I usually do after dinner.” Strong East German accent, on an unsettling musical voice that rumbled over a low rattle underneath. “But danke. For noticing.”

[deciiet-blog]

        “--- That makes it sound like you’re eating people.  Just so you know.”    Dark eyes appraise the other; too strong to want assistance, likely --- Julie has learned to read people and learned to read them well { she has to, or else risk failing to note and correct her own tells } but this woman is unknown.  At least thus far.  Strange in appearance and mannerisms { though, motorcity seems to attract strangeness if the burners are any indication }.  Nevertheless, Julie’s conscience is as much a part of her as the lies, so red lips part to ask the OBVIOUS question.                      “Do you want help?  I’ve got first aid in my car.  I could patch you up.”

[deciiet-blog]

yo friends like this 4 a starter while i do drafts, yeah?

[muttsdontheel]

–{☠}– “ Hey, no sweat. I’ve been through way worse than almost getting hit by a car.  Good thing Dutch replaced your breaks last week, huh? “ He smirked.     That smirk was fake, of course. Mike could     tell Julie was hiding something– but he also     knew better than to push for answers.     If she wanted to talk to him about it, she would.     A reminder wouldn’t hurt, however. “ Well, hey, I’m all for blowing off steam. But, uh, if something’s bothering you, Jules– and I mean anything– you know I’m all ears, right? “     His creased eyebrows eased at her question,     turning his head to look at Mutt. He gave a small,     casual shrug. “ Just checking her engine. I know her internal monitoring system is accurate, but sometimes I feel better checking things out the manual way, you know? Making sure she’s not overheating after the last tune up. “     Mike blinked, turning back to her, a genuine smile     replacing the previous fake smirk, eyebrows     raised in interest. “ Heey… speaking of blowing off steam– since you’re clearly are into distractions right now… “ He knew that’s what she was trying to do. Cheap diversion, Jules. “ –How about we test this baby out and I race you to Antonio’s? Winner gets to pick the pizza toppings. “

[deciiet-blog]

        All ears.  YEAH.  That’s exactly what she’s AFRAID of.  That he would listen         to her and --- and then what?  Shunning?  Anger, rage?  VIOLENCE?  you         lied to us!!  She can hear the poisonous shout, all hurt and betrayal, and she         knows she would DESERVE IT!!  She knows, logically, that they will find out         eventually.  But she cannot think of it; to do so invites far worse than just a           rabbit - quick heartbeat and shaking hands.  So she averts her eyes, briefly,          and then returns to him with a smile she has spent years crafting.                      “Makes sense; I promise not to tell Dutch you don’t trust his work.”                 Grin turns teasing as the liar leans against Mutt, arms crossing over                 chest as she eyes the taller boy { man? } and then shakes her head.                 A CHALLENGE; just the thing to make her forget feelings.  Adrenaline                 has a way of chasing away the bad { you can’t chase away yourself }.      “Oooh, you’re on, Mike.  Don’t go blaming her       engine when I make you eat my dust, though!

[hyphemaz-blog]

     "I’m Stuart! But uh, you can go ahead and call me 2D.“ The musician smiled, nervous fingers starting to twirl and yank at the side of his hair from habit.

     "Motorcity? Is that where this is? I- I live in London so.. I dun really know my way ‘round here!”

[deciiet-blog]

         “--- LONDON?”    It’s all she can do to keep the SHOCK { the elation! } out of her voice.  Kane had told her that the whole world had been destroyed outside the city; she’s hardly surprised to find he lied, but STILL.  This is incredible!                       “Oh my god.  London is still around?  That’s --- that’s amazing!”

[deciiet-blog]

sorry i haven’t been around friends!!  life has been hectic, ive been working a lot and i also just recently got into da:i again whoops.  ill try to get 2 work tomorrow tho!!!

[thebestcarss]

drift gif

[hyphemaz-blog]

  “Sure!” 

      2D turned to his left– Then to his right. Expression dropping into something of confusion as he cringed one of his black eyes shut. “Uhh.. I forget which direction I came from.” He scratched into his azure blue hair. “Gimmie a second, I’m sure it’ll come ta me..”

[deciiet-blog]

           “--- Don’t worry about it.”   He’s a few screws short of a tool box, huh?  Not that she isn’t used to ditzy guys --- Texas has set that record and she doesn’t expect him to lose it any time soon.          “I’m Julie, by the way.  Are you new to Motorcity?”

[slickytricky-archive]

–{☢}– “ Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses,  baby. What’s the big deal? Come in here n’ all you do is sound like you got some beef with me or somethin’– and I don’t recall ever doin’ nothin’ to you. Wouldn’t dream of it. There a problem I ain’t aware of? Or what? “

[deciiet-blog]

           “You’ve only tried to take out the Burners              and attacked my best friends.  HUH.  I              wonder why I’d have beef with you.”     She’s got nothing to match to stupidity except for     SARCASM, so you’ll have to excuse her.  But what     does the Mama’s Boy expect, honestly?     

[deciiet-blog]

[vvolfbat-blog]

    “  impressed? no. i’d been thinking more     along the lines of enamored, actually. ”

[deciiet-blog]

        “Takes a little more than a guy with greasy hair and           a huge ego to do that to me, s o r r y .”

[musingpoetry]

нυят му fαмιƖу αηɗ ǀ'ƖƖ                                          ｈｕｒｔ   ｙｏｕ

[jennnifersweden]

“You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.”

Catherynne M. Valente (via jennnifersweden)

[whisperingrockers]

roth appreciates the effort, dutch

[gorillaprutt]

Chuck.