♣️ THE FOOL ♣️

Dylan Shrike, Former FBI Special Agent. Fifth Horseman. Illusionist. Protecting and serving the greater good in a different way than you would believe. Look close. Closer. The more you look, the less you see. 

[equivoquexfinale]

👕

👕 for a thread where our muses get some new clothes!

Dylan trailed after Mika into the Manhattan Mall, hoping that the upturned collar and long-brimmed hat he wore to hide his identity would be enough to do its intended purpose. He knew that at this point, the general public had approved of the Horsemen’s actions, but it was better to be safe than sorry should someone spot him and call the authorities. 

They walked through the crowds, and Dylan grabbed onto Mika’s arm as he gestured to a semi-formal attire shop a few feet ahead. “Wanna step in there and see what they’ve got?”

[equivoquexfinale]

“I’ve got two different acts in Vegas... if you get what I’m trying to say..”

“Well, if you want my two cents, I’d say you would be a hell of a great escape artist.” He sent her a sheepish grin. “Uh, yes? Well, I think anything looks great on you.” Dylan was well-versed in many things, but fashion and style was not one of them. He was thankful that his old job mainly consisted of wearing the same types of suits everyday.

[equivoquexfinale]

to dylpickel> Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless

If we hadn’t binge-watched this whole show together I would have told you to put the phone down and text me when you’re not drunk and actually have some type of filter

[equivoquexfinale]

<to magic-mika> That was the most hilarious hour and a half. Don’t deny it. 

<to magic-mika> My hero knowledge doesn’t extend that far. I know only Batman and Superman. Can I be Superman?

[equivoquexfinale]

She smiled sadly, "I feel like all we do now a days is say goodbye"

“Hey, don’t think like that. You know we both have other priorities that we have to take care of. We always come back together in the end though. Our goodbyes are always temporary.”

[agent-mika-weston-archive-deact]

“For how long? Till you get caught or I get killed in duty?  I know we have things, people who need us but I’m getting really tired of seeing the backs of the people I care about.”

[equivoquexfinale]

“It’s not good to dwell on the negatives, Mika. Sure our relationship isn’t exactly the whole white picket fence with a solid nine to five job where I could see you every night. We knew the consequences going into this thing. If we play things right, no one will find out my true identity and turn me in, and nothing bad will happen while you’re on the clock.”

[equivoquexfinale]

“Oh my god it’s been forever!” *smacks across the face* “oh wait.. you’re not who I thought you were.”{betty thinks dylan is Bruce}

Dylan wasn’t sure what hit him first– the surprise of an unknown woman speaking to him, or the surprising slap across his face. His stunned and pained expression turned into a look of confusion as he rubbed his face and turned to the woman in front of him.

“Uh… I’d appreciate if you didn’t do that again. Who exactly did you think I am?”

[equivoquexfinale]

He certainly did not expect his day to turn out as it did-- though no one ever suspects of being slapped across the face by a complete stranger-- let alone enjoying time spent with said person. 

Dylan mulled over the idea in his head. Of course Dylan thought of all the certain consequences of seeing Betty again. Were he to say no, then he could avoid any complications in the future-- being wanted by the FBI certainly is not an attractive trait that sought after. On the other hand, were he to say yes to seeing her again, then he could be on the right track to filling a missing piece in his heart. In the end, he decided to play it safe. See where it goes, but take control of certain venues and circumstances.

“Y’know... I think I’d like that actually. Yeah. Is there a way I could reach you, or will I have to randomly bump into you again on the streets?”

[equivoquexfinale]

I apologize for not being on and staying active as of late. I’ve been very busy with family situations and job hunting. I’ve also recently become a dog mom of a very hyper and adorable collie/boxer mix, so those of you with knowledge about dogs know that I’m spending half my time training him and the other half vacuuming up fur. Please be patient with me while I crank out replies and to become situated. Thanks!!

[equivoquexfinale]

☹☺☮

☹: something that makes my muse upset 

When a case he is assigned to turns cold. He wants justice to be served: it’s his sole purpose in life. Not having any more leads or ideas to go off of means that he’s failing– and failing is not an option. 

☺: something that makes my muse happy

Having everyone over to eat dinner at his apartment after a particularly long mission. He’s happy seeing everyone joking, sharing stories, passing plates around, and bumping elbows. He can’t help the goofy grin on his face seeing everyone else happy, comfortable, and most importantly, safe. 

☮: when my muse feels the most at ease

Shuffling a deck of cards in his hand. He can tell how many cards are in his hand at a given moment without bothering to count. There’s always the sense of satisfaction when hitting the mark when throwing the cards. The feel of the glide between each card and the familiar sound of shuffling always helps to clear his mind.

[equivoquexfinale]

“I have to pee – can you move?”

Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters: “I have to pee – can you move?”

Dylan rolled his eyes and moved his legs off the coffee table to make room for Mika. “This is like the second time you’ve had to go in under an hour.”

[equivoquexfinale]

💬 I heard that and I qoute, Fourth floor is the best floor.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

“I– I seriously have no clue what you’re trying to insinuate.” 

[equivoquexfinale]

💬 I heard Arthur was Atlas' sugar daddy, they staged the whole thing for publicly.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

“Well if it was staged, a lot of people have suffered consequences for it, publicity or not.”

“You know what I heard? I heard rumors always have a way of coming back around to people to try to get bullshit circulating around.”

[equivoquexfinale]

She smiled sadly, "I feel like all we do now a days is say goodbye"

“Hey, don’t think like that. You know we both have other priorities that we have to take care of. We always come back together in the end though. Our goodbyes are always temporary.”

[equivoquexfinale]

👕

👕 for a thread where our muses get some new clothes!

Dylan trailed after Mika into the Manhattan Mall, hoping that the upturned collar and long-brimmed hat he wore to hide his identity would be enough to do its intended purpose. He knew that at this point, the general public had approved of the Horsemen’s actions, but it was better to be safe than sorry should someone spot him and call the authorities. 

They walked through the crowds, and Dylan grabbed onto Mika’s arm as he gestured to a semi-formal attire shop a few feet ahead. “Wanna step in there and see what they’ve got?”

[equivoquexfinale]

He sent a playful wink to her direction. “Don’t knock on my methods. Someone’s gotta make the cash to put the food on the table.”

Dylan glanced around the store in search of something appropriate for Mika to wear to the wedding and entertained the idea of her being on stage with him performing in Vegas. “You’re not doing any type of show on stage unless I’m up there with you. You can have center stage and I’ll be the ‘eye’ candy, if you know what I mean.”

[equivoquexfinale]

“Oh my god it’s been forever!” *smacks across the face* “oh wait.. you’re not who I thought you were.”{betty thinks dylan is Bruce}

Dylan wasn’t sure what hit him first– the surprise of an unknown woman speaking to him, or the surprising slap across his face. His stunned and pained expression turned into a look of confusion as he rubbed his face and turned to the woman in front of him.

“Uh… I’d appreciate if you didn’t do that again. Who exactly did you think I am?”

[equivoquexfinale]

Always observant, Dylan noticed the feeling of something in his coat pocket. Once Betty was comfortable enough, Dylan slipped the cash back into her own pocket with ease. Years of sleight of hand and misdirection experience had its definite positives.

“Depends who you ask,” he jokes. “Maybe you can try and figure that out yourself.”

[equivoquexfinale]

to dylpickel> Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless

If we hadn’t binge-watched this whole show together I would have told you to put the phone down and text me when you’re not drunk and actually have some type of filter

[equivoquexfinale]

<to magic-mika> And sometimes at the wrong times. Remember mid-interview with that one ex-Mafia and your stomach growling the whole time? I’m never letting you live that down

<to magic-mika> No fair. No one wants to be Robin.

[equivoquexfinale]

Tumblr messing up notifications again. Sorry for not getting replies up sooner! I’ll be on it right now~

[goodnightmemes]

Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

[equivoquexfinale]

to dylpickel> Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless

If we hadn’t binge-watched this whole show together I would have told you to put the phone down and text me when you’re not drunk and actually have some type of filter

[equivoquexfinale]

<to magic-mika> I’ve seen the extent of that after all our Chinese takeout nights. I’m fr impressed by it.

<to magic-mika> I heard someone nickname us Batman and Robin. Can I be the Dark Knight?

[equivoquexfinale]

👕

👕 for a thread where our muses get some new clothes!

Dylan trailed after Mika into the Manhattan Mall, hoping that the upturned collar and long-brimmed hat he wore to hide his identity would be enough to do its intended purpose. He knew that at this point, the general public had approved of the Horsemen’s actions, but it was better to be safe than sorry should someone spot him and call the authorities. 

They walked through the crowds, and Dylan grabbed onto Mika’s arm as he gestured to a semi-formal attire shop a few feet ahead. “Wanna step in there and see what they’ve got?”

[equivoquexfinale]

“Oh, you’re talking about my stripper gig? Well this definitely isn’t the place for me to get something to wear for that stage,” Dylan joked. He made a mental checklist of the items he needed before he went on an assignment for The Eye in Anchorage.

He gestured back towards the skirt on the rack, eyebrow raised. “This might match my tones or whatever, but I think it would fit you better.”