Apr 27, 2014
Anon or not I'd like to hear your thoughts on how I play my character! Critiques as well as good points welcome!
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@gettinallworkedup-blog
Anon or not I'd like to hear your thoughts on how I play my character! Critiques as well as good points welcome!
[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
To: Makoto NanayaFrom: Graham Specter
What I took? What about what those fuckin jacked up evil hamsters took? I ain’t scared of nothin but when I see tiny foamy mouths lunging at me from across the room, I ain’t sittin around for rabies.
Send a [TEXT] that was meant for my muse but they weren't supposed to receive.
☮ ♖ ⊗
☮ for an embarrassing headcanon
Graham sometimes thinks too fast for his mouth, which is very impressive considering how fast he can talk. On occasion, he'll try to communicate an idea he has, and instead he'll find himself blurting out random syllables of no actual meaning.
♖ for a childhood headcanon
Graham had parents who didn't believe in things like ADD, ADHD, and other such afflictions. As such, Graham spent his entire childhood with undiagnosed—and therefore untreated—ADHD. Despite his attention deficit disorder, he was still able to outperform his peers on most tests. Unfortunately, his natural intelligence left him often bored with the lessons, and he'd misbehave often.
⊗ for a completely random headcanon
Graham is an expert at disassembling anything you could throw at him. He's taken apart anything from toys to electronics to remotes. He has a bit of trouble putting things back together, however. It comes much less naturally to him.
Try and seduce my muse. If you succeed in making them frustrated you get one request granted.
☾ ❀
☾ for a sleeping headcanon
Graham makes certain to get his full 8 hours of sleep every night. If he doesn't receive the proper amount of rest, he finds himself moving sluggishly the next day, unable to perform even the simplest of tasks. It becomes really inconvenient trying to work on a car when you can hardly keep your eyes open.
❀ for their favorite season
Graham can never make up his mind when it comes to the seasons. It typically depends on how long the season's been there. A long winter leaves him longing for spring. A hot summer makes him excited for fall. A cloudy fall makes him want snowy winter. And so on, and so forth.
Truth or Dare!
Accepting (Just cross out what you don’t want):
Truth:
SFW
NSFW
Dare:
SFW
NSFW
Headcanon Asks!
☩ for a bedroom headcanon
✖ for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)
♖ for a childhood headcanon
♬ for a song that fits them
↹ for a best friend headcanon
☾ for a sleeping headcanon
✻ for if they are a night or day person
✄ for a drunken headcanon
♘ for a pet headcanon
❀ for their favorite season
☮ for an embarrassing headcanon
✈ for a traveling headcanon
⊗ for a completely random headcanon
I didn’t do it
"Well now I'm facin' a dilemma. On one hand, it would be rude to immediately blame you for something I have no proof for. In fact, I'm not even sure you were around when the car was broken. And what you're sayin', that you're an innocent party, merely a passerby or perhaps spectator of what transpired here... well, shouldn't I believe you? And if you did have somethin' to do with it, that would make you a liar and I wouldn't be able to trust a thing you said. My entire perception of you would be thrown out the window, shattering onto the concrete with the fragility of a glass. And that would be incredibly unfortunate."
"A'course, on the other hand, there's no one else here, so it's only natural to make the assumption that the present party is responsible for the destruction of my property. A person couldn't vandalize without bein' in the room, could they? It's impossible! So either you are the culprit, or you know who the person in question is and you're lyin' to cover their ass. If the latter is the case, I must say I consider your loyalty admirable. However, considerin' you're facin' an unstable man with a wrench, I suggest you start becomin' chatty. And if the former is what happened, I suggest you clam up, because lemme tell ya, you do not wanna be the one responsible for this. I once more bring your attention to the wrench."
"So I'll give ya a choice. Do you want this to happen the easy way? Or the hard way?"
Sentence Meme sentences
"Are you crazy?”
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.” ”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."
Send me a ✖ if you ever wanted to rp with me, send me a ✿ if you really like my muse/ how i portray them.
Who in FRW do you ship my muse with?
❀ one} whoops-a-daisy
With the sun beating down on her, Christa felt lethargic while she slowly faltered about. Her son often chided her to not push herself, but she stubbornly refused to listen to him. With her head pounding, Christa squinted, red eyes glancing about for somewhere to rest; unfortunately there were none.
Her first mistake was to step there, not only did the albino women not see it, she tripped over it too. The impact caused from it made her see stars; the surrounding area began to darken. She heard loud, thundering footsteps approach her before the world went black.
It all happened so fast. The motion in the corner of Graham's vision, the slight gasp as the mistake was realized, and the thud of the concrete below. The mechanic's head twists towards the source of the commotion, and his eyes land upon a woman face-down on the pavement. "What a tragedy! Why are horrible things allowed t'happen? It's unfair, it's crap, and I hate the world for it!" His boots echo against the ground as he rushes towards the woman in distress. He lifts her up into his arms, then begins rushing in the direction he believes the hospital is located. While he walks, he studies the woman's pale face.
"Though, now I'm startin' to reconsider... Were these horrible things not allowed to transpire, this interaction never would've occurred. Perhaps I was fated to save you, miss. The world is amazin' in how it works, ain't it? Man, I love the world!!!"
[To:] the actual car guy [From:] Akagi Shigeru
that was the plan - money isnt a problem but leave the threats for the meeting reading them from phone is a little tedious well im known to keep my word so relax
To: Akagi Shigeru From: Graham Specter
An honest man. I respect that. And I respect the fact that you're willin to pay me back for the work I've done that is now for naught. Not to mention the fact that you willingly threw yourself under the bus by tellin me straight out about the atrocity you've committed. Mayhap I won't kill you, if only to commend you for your brutal and heart-wrenching truth.
There’s a downside to textmessages - it’s harder to tell when they’re serious. Regardless it tugged the corner of Akagi’s mouth up a little. For now he ignored it.
[To:] car guy 2 [From:] Akagi Shigeru
heh... well you pass then.. it's in the ocean actually so it might be hard but i know the approximate place though but a meeting... how does 1 am at the pier sound?
"Damn!!!!! Damn damn damn damn damndamndamndamnDAMN!!!!!" Graham slams his palm against the wall a few times, ignoring the pain as his hand slaps against the brick.
To: Akagi Shigeru From: Graham Specter
You're gonna fuckin pay. You hear me? You don't wanna mess with me.
I'm gettin that car back and you're gonna help. What size concrete shoes do you wear?
Restorin' the Balance || FRW Mini
"Oh, how flawless. What allure. Beauty incarnate sits before me, constructed out’a metal and fabric and rubber."Graham Specter stands before a perfectly restored 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air. He runs a hand up and down its cherry red exterior, feeling the smooth paint beneath his gloved fingers. It makes him shiver with anticipation. "It makes me shake, this car. The way it smells, the way it feels, the way it looks. It’s so perfect it’s almost arousin’."
"Though any sane man knows that perfection is impossible in this imperfect world. There must be some flaw. One single car cannot unravel the entire fabric of the universe as we know it. There must be somethin’ wrong. Somethin’. THERE MUST BE SOMETHIN’ WRONG WITH THIS GOD DAMN CAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!" And with the final syllable, he brings his arm back, then forward, slamming a heavy, metal monkey wrench into the car’s shiny window.
"Order restored."
mad posh chit chat
this place was more happening than you had expected it to be. usually when you hear ball you think of high end socialites swishing around their champagne, throwing down some mad posh chit chat. you were more than impressed when you saw otherwise. half of the whole city must have been in this place and there were reps for every kind of person you could think of. from broke college students, to grand old millionaires, you name it they were there.
a good few hours into this whole shindig you decided it was time for some r and r. luckily by this point you were just a bit past tipsy so you were able to weave you way in and out of the crowd without getting your gown completely trampled on. heading towards the cool breeze you step out onto the veranda. out of your hardly functional purse (the damn thing was big enough for a tube of lipstick at most) you produce a cigarette and lighter. you find yourself closing your eyes as you take your first puff just so you could revel in the slight burning sensation. as you exhale you hear faint footfalls behind you alerting you of the presence of another party straggler.
“what can i do for ya, honey?” your left elbow was propped up on the ledge holding your chin up as tobacco burned slowly between thin digits in your right hand. it seemed as if you were talking to the night air being that you were still facing away from whoever decided to join you.
Graham Specter isn't a party animal. Something about standing around a huge crowd of drunken people makes him uncomfortable. It probably has something to do with the fact that parties were the easiest place to get jumped when he was still in NYC. And he feels strange, feeling out of place like this. He's usually so confident, so talkative, so outgoing. He can babble and babble and babble at a million words a minute and then babble some more, but this atmosphere has him on edge.
It probably doesn't help that he doesn't drink. He's seen what booze can do to a guy, and it ain't pretty. So he chooses to refrain, instead standing in the corner and watching. And then, eventually, shimmying his way to the veranda to escape the noise. "It's so loud in there I can barely hear myself think! Hundreds'a people bouncin' around the room like the hundreds'a ideas bouncin' around my head, wantin' wishin' beggin' ta be let out and shared with the world! But alas, this tale is a tragic one, for none but yours truly can hear these ideas—either when spoken out loud or left to their own cerebral devices—and really what good is an idea to the very one who thought it up in the first place?"
Graham leans against a wall and places a hand against his cheek, staring at the woman before him. "What about you, dollface? Ever had an idea you just had to get out? That was trapped bouncin', trailin' along the cells and synapses like a bullet train ta nowhere? I got two ears and nowhere ta go, if you're hopin' ta give 'em some destination. Woo woo! Next stop, Graham Specter!"
