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measure twice , [ ... ] 𝒸𝓊𝓉 once.

[inadage]

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INADAGE ` ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴜɴʟᴇss ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢs. 21 + only ! this is a multimuse & safe space. fandoms include: tg:m, s.upernatual, one chicago and more ( ... ) mutuals only. personals that interact with my blog will be blocked for my comfort. DARK IMAGERY WILL BE FOUND HERE. i tend to use a lot of it in my writing, even if just metaphorically. character studies include: found family, the morally gray, and what if home were a person ? written by arie : she, her, 30+ / CARRD.¹

[inadage]

at the beach and four fighter jets just flew over — glad to know my main man is checking in on me. im kidding, im kidding. but truly, i hope you all are doing something fun for yourselves today ♥️ i’m planning to write some this weekend across all my blogs.

[inadage]

i hope you all are having the weeks you deserve. ♥️ i appreciate you and the quaint space you provide on this hellscape

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) C. DANVERS ( @warbyrds ) FOR J. RHODES ; " CAN I COME IN ? "

considers:      i don't think i could deny you anything if i tried.    that my body is as much at your mercy as my home.    four walls    /   twenty four ribs.    a haven i raised out of my skeletal system.    a sanctum stowed away in my soul.    knew it belonged to you the first time i saw you glitter across the sky.    beaming and beautiful.   an ancient power beyond anyone's comprehension.    a sun touching the fringes of the earth.    dared to get closer as if i wouldn't burn.    maybe didn't care if i did.

" of course, "    because yes. because always.    an echo of fire on his fingertips.    heat encompassing the space.   he steps out of the way to make room for her.    the apartment reminiscent of too many years spent in the armed forces —    clinical.    precise.    a sense of emptiness kissing the bare walls and uncluttered corners.   the only askew item being a plate that he'd recently eaten off on top of the kitchen counter.    he rarely ever makes it to the couch.    what would he do then ?    idle over a plate of pasta while watching something on television ?   it felt   ( … )    too normal.    too at home.    he wasn't accustomed to it.    always waiting for some proverbial shoe to drop.    doesn't think he's known peace a day in his life.    " you know, you're lucky i just cleaned up, "    and it's meant to be funny,   because they both know the likelihood of that was slim to nothing.   he picks up the plate and discards of it quickly in the dishwasher before leaning loosely on the counter in it's place   —    all eyes on her.    " but really,   what's going on ? "    doesn't mean to sound so concerned but can't help himself.    a moth too fond of the flame.    " it's not like you to drop by unannounced. so either you really missed me .. or something's wrong. "

[inadage]

have i gotten more than like... an hour into bg:3 ? absolutely not. but do i want to join all my friends in creating inspired ocs? yes. so one will be added to my muse list --- WHICH by the way is updated. the askbox has also been cleared out ( for the most part ) to give myself a fresh start.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR COMMANDS AND DEMANDS *  adjust as necessary

stop following me!

get out of here.

get some rest.

kiss me.

cool it.

shut your mouth.

get off the computer.

walk back out the way you came.

stay low to the ground.

hold this for me.

stop doing that!

hang this up.

fill this up.

don't you dare.

don't look at me.

make your bed.

say something!

keep it clean.

go find someone else to bother.

get back or i'll shoot!

quit doing that.

go to bed.

turn around.

tell me the truth.

trust me on this.

stay here.

get your hands off me.

eat this.

try this and tell me if you like it.

hold me.

get lost!

don't ever speak to me again.

head down this road.

stop the car!

don't say that to me.

stop it right now.

get over yourself.

quit talking.

hide with me.

throw this away.

be here by nine.

get this to me as soon as possible.

don't delay.

tell me how you feel.

talk to me.

touch me.

clean that up.

go date someone else.

hold my drink.

tie this for me.

go take a shower.

wrap yourself up with this.

be here early.

tell me you're lying.

pour me another one.

take my hand.

put your phone down.

go to hell.

stay close to me.

get back here.

shut the door behind you.

stay away from me.

go cool off.

talk to me.

turn left here.

stay the night.

don't do this to me.

leave and never come back.

don't say another word.

pick that up.

speak to me!

clean yourself up.

sleep if you need to.

turn that off.

put that back.

get back in the house.

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) B. BRADSHAW ( @ruzter ) FOR P. MITCHELL ; " HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THAT ? "

THAT .. hadn't exactly been his best decision —      the small   ( and now almost non descript )    tattoo an unintended side effect of a shore leave some decades ago.    he would have been inclined to cover it up   ( … )   but he could still hear goose's chiding and echoing laugh every time he caught sight of it in the mirror.    twenty dollars you won't do it,   mav !    and he'd never been the type to turn down a challenge.    can still recall the dawning realization on his rio's face when he had dragged the pair of them to some small tattoo parlor whose name he'd since forgotten.   only remembers the smell of old wood and cigarettes.    the feel of the needle in his skin.    he'd tried to encourage   ( and then dare )   the other man to join him but had ultimately been rebuked.    carole would have my head.      knew then that he was right.    recalls the blonde's wide eyed and good humored expression when the best friends had proudly showed it off the next time they hit domestic soil.    a tiny cartoon thing that would ultimately symbolize something more.    a few months later and they'd be at north island.    a few weeks later and goose was gone.    he smiles as his hand flits across where it sits on the back of his shoulder.   faded.    blurred.    but still poignant.    a memento in the skin.    " uh,   god.    forever ? "    a laugh.   " blame your father. "

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) D. LANCE ( @flamewrit ) FOR R. STARK ; " DON'T MIND ME, JUST ENJOYING THE VIEW "

a grin courts the space between the taut run of his cheeks.    expression coy.    indulgent.    something akin to mirth bleeding into the edges.      beguilement imbuing his blood.    one could almost forget what he is   —-      heir.   prince.   wolf.    an examination into the criminal undercurrent.    nearly as voracious as he was volatile.    as carnal as he was brutal.      𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑚 ?      he shifts away from the fireplace now that he's stoked it back to a roar.    a sharp crackle of burning firewood punctuating the unfurling of his spine as he straightens back to his full height.    he's naked   ( … )    the light catching the fine lines.   the short patch of hair that stretches across his chest and the toned span of his abdomen.      " does that mean you like what you see ? "

it's more tease than anything.    honeyed.    sugar cane and spice dripping from his tongue.    walks it carefully:    the line between arrogance and confidence.    is a little more certain in his steps back to the bed and her.    a canary caught in his sheets.    he sinks into the space he'd previously abandoned.      silk yielding beneath bodies.    the mattress more than large enough to accommodate them both and all matter of activity they could entertain themselves with.    presses a kiss to her shoulder.   then teeth.    a light bite that flirts with possessiveness.    in the waning hours,   exhausted from their earlier vigor,   his accent is all the thicker when he speaks.   rough.    " do you need anything? "    he primarily means the essentials:   water.   food.    anything that benefited the body in a period of exhaustion.    but that doesn't stop his hand from wandering,    fingertips sliding across her hip. 

[crueltywon-a]

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[inadage]

good morning friends ! i don’t know that anyone really uses him that i know of anyway but a.lan r.itchson is going on my fc dni list today.

[capinejghafa]

FREDDY CARTER as KAZ BREKKER SHADOW AND BONE: SEASON 2 -> EVERY MONSTROUS THING (2.04)

[gunbasharch]

he wakes up disoriented and confused by the looming shadow seated in a chair nearby . blurry eyes sweep the space around him , scouring for answers until he realizes what's going on: this isn't his bedroom , and this isn't his bed — it's another hotel room with scratchy sheets and a broken ceiling fan that leaves the room humid and uncomfortable to sleep in . groaning , he rubs his face . ❝ how long have you been sitting there ? ❞ seated up now , sheets sliding down his chest , sebastian finds @inadage's eyes in the half-dark room and frowns when she smiles . i let you sleep , nadia offers , and sebastian huffs in response . ❝ that's not what i asked . how did you even . . . HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY ROOM ? did they give you a key or something ? ❞ limbs still heavy with sleep , sebastian releases a heavy sigh and slumps back against the pillows . ❝ i thought we agreed we'd hold off on the meetings until next week . i'm on assignment right now — i don't have time for . . . ❞ a vague gesture , ❝ any of your funny business , you know . christ . ❞ now he drags both hands over his face , groaning again . it's obvious he slept poorly . ❝ did you need something ? don't tell me you came all this way just to sit there and watch me endure the worst sleep of my life . ❞

[inadage]

her delight is almost palpable.     she's practically dripping with it.     a taste like sugar and absinthe on the tip of her tongue.     pleasure between her teeth.     between the curling red of her grin.     she and he —        always this:     dancing around each other.     there was something irrevocably indulgent about it all.     like some succulent fixation she couldn't get rid of.     hunger in her bones.     how she had managed to access his room felt    ( … )    immaterial.     like a question that didn't warrant an answer.     she got in because that's what she does.    her deviousness beyond arguing.    " what can i say ? "     there's a purr in her voice as she continues to watch him.     " i missed you. "     her degree of honesty is debatable in all things but less so about this.     for as dangerous as he was    –    as dangerous as she knew him to be –    she couldn't help herself.     it went against every instinct of self preservation she had and yet she continued to find him anyway.     she slips from the chair and into the bed beside him,     a long line of smirk,    and limb,    and expensive touches.     a dress that shared the cost of some peoples' cars.    a bracelet she'd pinched from some nameless socialite over drinks.    " i could make it better, "     this    ( … )     this is the game.    she pulls away almost as fast as she'd come,     walking now to one of the shadowed corners of the relatively unappealing hotel room.     her bag sits on a table,    a bottle of wine beside it.    some indulgent red she'd picked up while entertaining stray thoughts of him.     " breakfast,    honey ? "    amused,    as if she's holding a bottle of orange juice and not some expensive year out of italy.    she starts to pour without even receiving an answer.    a glass for him.     a glass for her.     " — i'm sure room service has something that would pair. "

[jewelthieves]

she almost spits back it’s ida jane, but holds. it was time for a new persona, it seemed. it likely wasn’t wise for her to use her real name with someone associated with the starks, such a powerful family, known and feared even by the person who ran her family. “ you’re right. i don’t trust you. ” eyes follow the hand of the person who just disposed of the bottle of spirits, taking note of the cheap jewelry that adorns the waitstaff’s fingers — nothing worth taking. not yet, at least. they might not trust each other, but they needed to work together, at least for now. benjamin was thrilled at the prospect of ida jane working with the starks, thrilled at her expertise being known by yet another powerful family. “ but i can help you and you can help me. a business deal, if you will. ” she reaches for her glass, offering it towards him, waiting for that clink before she drinks. “ how much as benjamin told you about me? ” she takes a drink from her glass, maintaining eye contact with him as she does. “ he told me a lot about you. you’re kind of famous in our line of work, you know. ”

[inadage]

if a grimace is to be had,     he keeps it behind clenched teeth.     cuspids inflicting enough weight against themselves it almost hurts.     an ache radiating from deep in the crux of his jowls.     he doesn't like the notion —     being famous.     feels it like something heavy against his chest.     the weight of heritage sitting broad on his sternum.     pressing upon his clavicle.     he's done what he must for family but that's where his loyalties end.     i want to go home.     " is that a compliment ? "     it's meant to be amused but it comes out dry.     weather worn.    snow on the tip of his tongue.     the young wolf     ( … )     that's what they called him.     ferocity loosed from the bowels of the world.     a crude thing traipsing through the upper tiers of gotham.     he brings the glass to his lips ;     the first since he'd indulged her with a clink.    feels the heat of the bourbon at the back of his throat when he sips.    fire fanning into his belly.     boiling his blood.    it's smooth and it's rich and it's strong.     exactly what he needs.     " he's said enough, "  an answer to her earlier question.     benjamin was ( … )     well,     he was.     trustworthy ?    no,     but none of them were.    likable ?     perhaps less so,    if he were to weigh an opinion.    but he knew the city better than most and the players in it.    and he knew who could best serve mutual causes.    " so i figured it was time we made an arrangement. "     it was a worrisome game he was playing.    a game they were playing.     you win or you die !    things were shifting in the city:    name, fortune, power    —     all of it.    and when the dust cleared ?    who was to say who'd be standing.

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) C. DANVERS ( @warbyrds ) FOR B. BRADSHAW ; " ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED? "

he grins loosely into the space between them.     flirty.     an indulgent recklessness.      imagines that his father would have been proud if he'd managed to live long enough to see it.    scold him up front but smile behind the weight of a polaroid camera.     another one off memory tacked haphazardly to the fridge.     " ye of little faith,    danvers — "     says her name like it's a tendril of hope.     like he could follow it out of the darkness and has.     they'd lost touch for a while but he was determined to make up the time    ( … )     although self directed threats to his life weren't exactly part of the plan.     in all fairness,    he hadn't gone into the hop intending to do it.     the maneuver had merely seemed like the best way out of their training predicament.    and if mav could pull it off,    why couldn't he ?     don't think,    just do.     he finishes inspecting the frame of his jet.    thankfully,    no visible damage.    a member of maintenance crew would need to do a more thorough onceover,    but he was rather confident that he'd managed to scrape by without incident this time.     he walks towards her,    his helmet under his arm,    smile still tickling his mustache.    " you know ( ... ) i might not fly like you,    but the lack of confidence is beginning to hurt my feelings, "     as he bumps shoulders.     tries to emphasize a degree of friendship that he was hesitant to press.     doesn't want to lose her again.     heat in the back of his neck.    uncertainty between his joints.    his fists idly clenching and unclenching    a tendon popping in his jaw.     " i have to shower,    but did you want to hit the hard deck with me after?    think most of the daggers are going. " 

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) I. MONTGOMERY ( @jewelthieves ) FOR R. STARK ; " TRUSTING A THIEF CAN BE DANGEROUS "

criminal enterprise has long been an unfortunate but resilient product of gotham.     chaos,    and power mongering,    and fear in the bone - gritting dark. a constant clash of lions and wolves.     it's all he knows ;     the carnage.     thinks he might have tasted blood before he did air.     chosen son on the top of ruin.     maybe that's the reason he keeps the company he does.     too tainted for anything else.     war torn.     he observes her out of the corner of his eye while otherwise pouring a drink in front of him.     one and then two.    the amber liquid carrying an aroma of indulgence and expense.     " i never said i trusted you, ida. "     he speaks in an accent that doesn't quite match the city around them.   but it's bastardized     ( … )     weakened by the years he's spent between here and there.    home.     and it's true,    isn't it    —     he doesn't trust her.    but that doesn't mean he didn't like her.    one not necessarily mutually exclusive from the other.     am i all that likable ?     he gestures away an associate as he carries the glasses towards her and waits until they've left the room entirely before speaking again.     " and i can't imagine you trust me. "    he won't feel insulted either way.     the north men were oft considered traitors but it was all perspective, wasn't it?     all depends on which side you stood on.     " so i suppose it's a good thing that trust doesn't necessitate good business. "

[mcflymemes]

SPY / ESPIONAGE PROMPTS, PART TWO *  assorted lines from popular spy & action films

i've read your file.

i want my life back.

you'll never make it out of here alive.

we're probably never going to get that dinner, are we?

for a moment, i thought you wanted to kill me.

thanks for the warning.

it doesn't matter what you do. only matters what they think you've done.

it's not that i don't care about you. it's that i don't care about anyone.

let's make a deal.

you said you could help us.

there are no accidents. we create our own fate.

you see through people.

adversity is a great teacher.

it's so rare in my line of work to find someone who's just there to listen.

rescind the kill order.

you know, i'm really starting to not like you.

the world is run on secrets.

if you run, you die.

trusting a thief can be dangerous.

i'm a good guy. but sometimes i do bad things.

can you fly a helicopter?

i'm glad it was convincing.

i've been building a profile on you.

this is what you are meant to do.

they knew my name.

oh, you made it. thank god.

it's not what time steals... it's what it leaves behind.

i will do what is asked of me.

the news will tell them there will be no more secrets.

it's a simple mistake.

i thought you'd be back by now.

i think one day you will understand.

don't give them all of you. that is how you survive.

did you really think i was going to give you that list?

oh my god, i think i fucking love you.

you don't get to come in here and try to fix everything.

you know where to find me.

that's what we do, right? we put ourselves in danger so that others are not.

sometimes you got to work with people you don't want to eat with.

i have the name of the mole.

don't give me that shit. you were gonna leave me?

i trust you about as far as i can through you.

where the fuck are you?

why does someone want you dead?

you have the power to decide whether i die in vain.

after you turn me in, you will be a hero.

are you good guys or bad guys?

in six months, the information you have will be obsolete.

let's go home.

even if i did partner up with you, we'd still only have one brain.

trouble never sends a warning.

you want answers? get back in the car.

you said you had answers.

i never worked for you.

we're not partners. this is a marriage of convenience.

i'm putting you on leave, effective immediately.

i'm my own bitch now.

do what you can to stay alive.

you must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything.

the world can burn for all i care.

i wish you the very best... for at least six months.

we're all gonna die one day.

there's another life waiting for you if you want it.

i never had a single day of freedom.

you're not made.

you can have excuses or results. not both.

i warned you about him.

are you going to lie till the very end?

let me help you with your bags.

it's only for tonight.

it's nearly impossible to disappear in the world we live in today.

you knew what would happen once i got into that room.

you've got some balls breaking in here.

you worked for me.

you were too fucking scared to do it yourself.

you must learn to sacrifice for a higher purpose, to push yourself beyond all limitation.

you're wanted in 18 different countries.

we're armed because we mistrust each other.

the world is in chaos.

truth and lies. people like us don't know the difference.

who won? and what was the fucking game anyway?

they will come after you, wherever you are.

tell him i have what he wants.

when you tell the truth, you look different. your eyes change.

[inadage]

RE: ( ... ) D. LANCE ( @flamewrit ) FOR S. ROGERS ; " I''VE PATCHED UP NASTIER WOUNDS THAN THIS. "

his gaze is inquisitive.     intrigued.     doesn't flinch when her fingers pry gently at the aforementioned wound.     he's inclined to tell her not to bother    ( … )    that he doesn't heal quite so similarly to the average person.     bruises that clear in hours.        lacerations that scab within a day.        but he doesn't.     it's not quite a secret,    anyway    —-     the science that consumes him.    the serum sharpening its teeth over his nerve endings,    and his tissue,     and his femoral heads.     every part of him is influenced by it.     muscles overgrown.     height skyrocketed.        a small man in a too large body.     would you have recognized him, then    ( … )     in those alleyways ?     knuckles bloody and eye bruised ?     it would take him a week then to fend off what he could now in a a fraction of the time.        isn't sure if that's how anyone is meant to live.     i got no plans tomorrow night.     he chuckles.    " guess it isn't that pretty, is it? "     to make light of the situation.     he doesn't do well being doted over,    never did.     or pitied.     god knows that buck had tried often enough.     he glances down at the injury under her scrutiny.     the broad cut carrying from the lower part of his pectoral over towards his sternum.     the star of his uniform torn in half.     shield at his side.     " y'know -- i didn't think you were the doctoring type. " a small smile in her direction as he looks her way again.     gaze reaching for the other's.     " so i must look worse than i thought. "