It's not the size of the fangs, it's how you bite

Li "Fang" Fenfang | Payday 2 RP (OC)  | Sideblog (follows/likes from @ghastlyrosemaiden) | Muse age; 38 | SHIPS: None | Face: N/A (Sims 4 ref) | Penned by Val    

[enigmaticpilot]

“Sometimes being short isn’t fun. You can’t reach high places, you get used as an arm rest--” Visible annoyance.

“But just remember:

You’ll always be the perfect height to punch someone in the dick.”

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @bodhis-pool-repair, og post found here]

Normally, Fang’s jokingly annoyed whenever he leans down to her height. But right now, she’s not really caring. She shifts her weight with a discomforted look on her face, arms hugging herself.

“I had another dream. You know, one of those.”

The bad dreams. The ones that gave her bad feelings, and always told her something bad was going to happen.

[bodhis-pool-repair]

❝  I see.  ❞

His features soften a little but he breaks eye contact a little to look back at the others before his gaze is once more resting on Fang. He understands how it is — he too is an unfortunate victim of those dreams sometimes, but he’s never told Fang about his concerns.

❝  Do you want to talk about it again? You know I won’t push further if you’re not comfortable sitting down with me. But if it’s really bothering you this much I want to be there for you. You can’t keep it built up forever, it’ll hurt you. ❞

[enigmaticpilot]

How ironic.

Fang’s learned to trust the bad dreams, and the bad feelings. No, she didn’t think they were premonitions or anythings, but who wouldn’t trust their gut? Especially in the line of “work” they did.

“I’m not sure it’ll do any good...It’s not like we can stop whatever is going to happen. I just...dream of a really big pain, Bodhi.”

[enigmaticpilot]

[cardi b is giving me angry fang vibes yeehaw]

[enigmaticpilot]

“Night warrior, huh....Looks like Mantis.”

This dumb baby’s been up all night playing World of Warcraft. 

[enigmaticpilot]

“Boy are you balsamic reduction? Because you seem fancy but ruin everything you touch.”

[enigmaticpilot]

[alltherpthings]

Send me ✔ and I’ll bold what my muse would do with/for yours

[mostlylows-deactivated20241216]

alltherpthings:

Acquaintance:

hold the door for them | help them carry something | let them borrow something | let them use their phone | smile at them when passing in the streets | shake hands with them | flirt with them in a bar | share a taxi with them | give them a ride home | lend them money | sit next to them on public transportation | offer them some food | help them find something they lost

Friendship:

let them stay the night | listen to them complain at 4 am | help them get over a break up | go out shopping with them | pet sit for them | help them move houses | help them find a lost pet | go on vacation with them | stay up all night with them | help them hide a dead body | provide an alibi for them | take their side in a break up | talk about their future plans | be maid of honour/best man/etc. at their wedding | share food with them

Lover:

let them stay after sex | gentle sex | rough sex | experiment | handcuffs | bdsm | whips | orgasm denial | aftercare | cuddles after sex | tea/coffee/etc. after sex | gentle kisses | rough kisses | passionate kisses | sloppy kisses | lazy kisses | hang out without sex | hide their relationship | cheat on them | cheat on someone else with them | dirty talk | loving talk | gentle touches | rough touches | nervous/shy touches | say “I love you”

Married/dating:

take them on expensive dates | pay for dates | make them pay for dates | go to the movies | put out on the first date | get an arranged marriage | stay at home most nights | cuddle in front of the tv | propose first | drop hints until they propose | give a big/expensive/elaborate proposal | have a quiet proposal | say yes to a proposal from them | have a big wedding | have a small wedding | elope | get married in Vegas | go on an expensive honeymoon | go on a cheap honeymoon | have kids | get a pet | move in together | laugh during kisses | laugh during sex | tickle fights | fight over who’s cuter | make them sleep on the couch after fights | make up sex | angry sex | no sex | let their parents stay over | let their family visit often | tell them “I love you” every day

Sibling/platonic:

fight | hug | laugh at them when they get hurt | help them hide a dead body | provide an alibi for them | tell them they’re annoying at least once a day | share food with them | help them move houses | walk them down the isle | try to sell them online | set up an online dating account for them | set them up on blind dates | try to set them up with your friends | listen to their problems | help them cook | cook them food | make them watch shows they don’t like with them | tell them they’re an idiot/loser/dork/nerd affectionately

Enemy:

fight them | take petty revenge | kill them | try to smother them in their sleep | hire an assassin | work harder to beat them at something | follow their social media just to get mad about it | make passive aggressive remarks towards them | spread rumours about them | laugh at them when they get hurt | take pleasure from them being upset | ruin their life

[enigmaticpilot]

[ like if you want a starter! Lmk to who if you have more than 1 blogs.]

[sokolhaslanded]

[Give me your muse and I’ll tell you what their name & ringtone is in my muse’s phone.]

[enigmaticpilot]

@bodhis-pool-repair

“Bodhi, when I die, don’t let me die at home.”

[bodhis-pool-repair]

❝ Where we’re heading, none of us will die at home. ❞

[enigmaticpilot]

“Good.

It’s bad luck. I’ll tell you more some time. Can’t have you fuckin’ up the place when I visit.”

[bodhis-pool-repair]

enigmaticpilot‌:

It wasn’t helping anyone to bottle it up. One day, Bodhi is going to crack, and it won’t be pretty for anyone involved. Including her. No one wants to see the people they care for hurting. If he’d just talk about it, at least that’d be a start. But she’s tried before. It’s never ended well.

Her head leans against his shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“You always say that…You’re hurting, Bodhi. I can feel it.”

And she can hear it in his voice. That soft, barely-there tremble. Maybe there was hope after all.

In all of honesty, he does not wish to admit it. There isn’t really anything preventing him, but he’s been surrounded by death all of his life and he assumes it’s only natural to move on.

Except… it’s beginning to wear on him. He hasn’t been as talkative as he normally is, and it’s evidently showing. How much he pushes everyone away, spending long periods of time alone.

❝ It doesn’t matter. We have to keep moving ─ ❞

There it was. The crack in his voice. He was ready.

[enigmaticpilot]

Fang’s culture leads her to feel much the same way--even thinking about death might bring bad fortune--but still. She knows Bodhi hurts, and knows that he must let it out. So she sets it aside for him.

She moves to sit in front of him, on her knees, hands on his shoulders. Not to steady him, or herself, but almost embracing him. Eventually something has to give.

“Look at me. It’s not weak to mourn. You are not weak.”

And she was ready for him. They both need this.

[enigmaticpilot]

@bodhis-pool-repair

“Bodhi, when I die, don’t let me die at home.”

[enigmaticpilot]

[Reply to @bodhis-pool-repair, original post found here]

It’s clear that there’s no way Fang will make it through this. There were too many wounds on her body to count. Her jacket is in tatters by this point, forest green shirt underneath riddled with bullet holes. Her hand is gripping Bodhi’s with an almost painful grasp. Something one wouldn’t expect from someone so tiny–someone dying.

The tears stream down her cheeks. She doesn’t want to die. They’ve lost so many friends by this point. She wears all their dog tags, and it seems they’re calling her to join them. She can almost see them now. Chowder, Grommet, Roach…Even Samsara, who she didn’t know too well. Her eyes close, almost comforted by that fact.

“I don’t want to die…Wǒ ài nǐ, pútí.”

[bodhis-pool-repair]

There was nothing he can do, but for once, he finds himself unable to accept that. But why? What did that mean?

He signed up for this the day he vowed to continue what Ozaki started, but in the end, how many paid the price for his actions? Too many dead bodies and the blood was all over his hands.

And now he was alone.

❝ You’re not going to make it. You will bleed out by the time I’m able to get you a doctor. I didn’t want to do this either but… this is your decision. What do you want me to do? ❞

[enigmaticpilot]

She can almost see her friends waiting for her, beckoning her to join them. Adventures in the afterlife must be fun.

Her free hand lifts and pulls out dog tags from under her shirt--her own dog tags. Shakily they’re taken off and held out, her eyes opening to stare at Bodhi. There are tears, but Fang smiles.

“Take...Take these, at least. You won’t be alone...I’ll watch over you, I promise...”

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @wehaveaprxblem, og post here]

She nodded slightly, listening to his explanation. Damn, they really got him good. Fang smiled slightly and pulled out a first aid kit. Of course the bruise wouldn’t magically go away, but she could help it get there.

“Fuck, brother, that sucks. Don’t worry, I’ll help patch you up.”

She pulled out antibiotic cream, just to make sure any scrapes didn’t get infected. “A little bit. Don’t worry, your money maker will survive.”

Teasing, of course.

[wehaveaprxblem]

“Money maker?” He huffs a laugh. 

“Damn.. No wonder I’m broke most of the time.” 

Houston couldn’t help joking at himself. He rarely ever meant any harm, it was just a usual target in his jokes. 

He wasn’t used to anyone but his brother really fussing over his injuries unless they were severe, so he still stuck to fidgeting with his sleeves and gloves. 

[enigmaticpilot]

“Oh please, you’re plenty cute.” 

She patted his head slightly. Almost seemed odd, considering she was no more than 5′3″.

It was just a reflex from her Air Force days. She was one of only a few girls, so she took it upon herself to “mom” everyone. Fang may not have looked her age, but she swore she’s 38.

Fenfang hummed softly and began dressing the wound, doing her best to be gentle. Even used some of her special remedies on it.

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @bodhis-pool-repair, og post found here]

Normally, Fang’s jokingly annoyed whenever he leans down to her height. But right now, she’s not really caring. She shifts her weight with a discomforted look on her face, arms hugging herself.

“I had another dream. You know, one of those.”

The bad dreams. The ones that gave her bad feelings, and always told her something bad was going to happen.

[enigmaticpilot]

[reply to @wehaveaprxblem, og post here]

She nodded slightly, listening to his explanation. Damn, they really got him good. Fang smiled slightly and pulled out a first aid kit. Of course the bruise wouldn’t magically go away, but she could help it get there.

“Fuck, brother, that sucks. Don’t worry, I’ll help patch you up.”

She pulled out antibiotic cream, just to make sure any scrapes didn’t get infected. “A little bit. Don’t worry, your money maker will survive.”

Teasing, of course.

[rpmemesforthesoul]

Send “room for one more?” to take a shower with my muse