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I really hate to do this, but due to complicated technical difficulties I am archiving this blog. All replies will be reposted on this account [ X ]
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PSA:
I really hate to do this, but due to complicated technical difficulties I am archiving this blog. All replies will be reposted on this account [ X ]
I will follow those who I have interacted before this all happened and have my replies up with your tag. Thanks for understanding!
-Hope the mun.
Oh my god, Tumblr, y’all seriously fucked your shit, didn’t yah?
Meeting Like No Other
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Normally, Ivan nor Marco ever did deals together. But when Ivan had received a call about a very eager client that required a hefty amount of illegal firearms, he felt it was necessary to have the backup in case this guy decided to pull anything. Through the shit he’s been having to deal with, Marco of course had no problem with this type of deal, seeing as he’s been through worse missions, what’s an arms deal between strangers? At least then he’d be there to back his friend and brother in arms if things were to go sour. “Jus’ how much did ye dig up on this cut?” Marco asked bluntly, his knifes edge sliding across a darkened stone as to sharpen it. Ivan chuckled softly, “not much. Think he’s as much off ATF’s radar. Same as us, give or take a few lock ups. Came from money so ’m guessing he hasn’t seen a hard days work in his life.” Marco looked to his friend, “so yer tellin’ me tha’ we’re gone deal ta some fashionable git tha’ would turn us in without so much as a blink?” Ivan thought for a minute, clicking his tongue before nodding his head, “yup, seems ‘bout right.” “Well, so long as ye sure.” Just as the warehouse doors open, both men stood tall, shoulders squared as they watched the couple walk in. Marco had to hide a smirk, though a snort did escape him. “Aye, though ’m a l'il concerned wit’ tha skirt bein’ here. Wouldn’t want tha lass ta get hurt.” Ivan couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Not for her looks but for the way she stoos so rigid beside her man. She had seem the backside of a hand one too many times he was positive. “If ye need time ta prepare we can do this another time.” He suggested, his gut telling him that something was off. Terribly off.
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As they entered the warehouse Emily felt her breath catch and she had to force herself to inhale and exhale, her body seemingly forgetting how to do that on it’s own. Luke was holding her hand, his grip tight and probably bruising but she hardly paid attention to it at this point. After so many times taking the back of that same hand she was used to his actions, the way he demonstrated possession and the way he made sure everyone knew she belonged to him. She felt eyes on her and slowly raised her head to see one of Luke’s new “partners” staring at her. It made her stomach drop, could he read something was wrong. Once again she reminded herself that she didn’t owe these men anything and if she screwed things up for Luke his back hand would be the least of her worries.
Dropping her eyes she straightened her back and pulled her lip between her teeth.Luke frowned at the words, “I don’t need more time, I just wanted my girl here to see how things worked.” The emphasis on the word my was clear and he squeezed her hand, so hard this time it forced her to grit her teeth. “Now, shall we get started, the sooner we finish this the richer we’ll be, right?” Luke dropped her hand and put his arm around her waist, it was his way of signaling to her be charming, girly, but most importantly distracting.
Clearing her throat she forced her head up and smiled, “I just want to see what goes on, hope I’m not too distracting.” Forcing a slight giggle she had to swallow the bile that rose with the fakeness of her words, God how she hated this, all of it. These two men weren’t innocent she was sure, but they were being deceived and their blood was going to be on her hands. It made her sick to her stomach and she wondered if she could tell them without giving herself away. Raising her eyes to the one who had been staring at her she tilted her head to the side, letting her eyes go up slightly in that direction. Luke had men waiting there to attack, would he get that she was warning him?
Just by how this guy spoke, Ivan knew there was something off. Who in their right mind brings their woman along to a deal, to smear it in their faces that she was his. Why would Ivan care in the least of what tart was on this mans arm? Marco stared off to the side, a dull bored look etched on his face. His fingers were lifted up to scratch the side of his brow, “Well tha’s lovely innit? Ye don’t use yer hand fer shite, now do yah?” He gave the stranger a crooked, sly grin, “But it more than likely tells us tha’ ye pay fer sex, ye jus’ use this lass right here as an easy distraction.” Ivan looked to his comrade, nodding his head slightly, “Took tha word right outta m’mouth.” He muttered, turning his head to look towards the blond. “No offense, miss, but this is utterly unprofessional.” It was a verbal slap in the face to the male. He could tell this gentlemen was the type to throw a tantrum if he wasn’t given what he thought he was entitled to.
Catching the signals the woman was making, the subtle lifted chin gave Marco the indication that he should look up. Carefully he lifted his eyes towards the high support beams, his brows raising slightly as he caught the slightest glint of metal. Someone came with chrome. Marco nudge his partners elbow, his hands twitching barely before he pulled his guns from their holsters. Ivan followed the others movements, aiming right at the couple as Marco had his raised up towards the suits.
“See wha’ y’all don’t know ‘bout us,” Ivan growled lowly as he spoke, his eyes turning an ink black, “we don’ do well wit’ bein’ set up.” Marco chuckled softly, his own eyes casting a reflective glare as his muscles and bone began to crack and twist under his skin. “Ye get tha’ skirt on outta here ‘fore we retaliate, Ive.” His voice was audible to the immortal, “ ‘ll take care o’ her. Get tha’ bastards up there.” Ivan began to stomp his way towards the one he had meant to deal with, the look of fury written clearly over his face.
For the first time in Saint Louis Zoo history, a cheetah has given birth to 8 cheetah cubs .
Awww look at their faces! I want to cuddle them!!
But I wont.
"Hello gorgeous."
“Been a while.” Fidget muttered, tipping a glass of scotch back. “Where ye been?”
“Working overseas.” Tony grinned. “But I realized that something was missing… Someone was missing.”
Her head cocked as her glass was set on a nearby table, fire in her eyes, “ ‘m not sure wha’ ye mean, love.”
Tony walked closer to her. “Oh, but I think you do.” He purred.
“Ye’ve been gone fer fuckin’ months an’ ye gone hit on me now?” She turned the tables on him then, “Mate, it don’ work tha’ fuckin’ way.” She spoke through clenched teeth as she took a step back from him. “Ye need a bloody damn good excuse.”
"Hello gorgeous."
“Been a while.” Fidget muttered, tipping a glass of scotch back. “Where ye been?”
“Working overseas.” Tony grinned. “But I realized that something was missing… Someone was missing.”
Her head cocked as her glass was set on a nearby table, fire in her eyes, “ ‘m not sure wha’ ye mean, love.”
"Hello gorgeous."
“Been a while.” Fidget muttered, tipping a glass of scotch back. “Where ye been?”
Maisie snorts into her cup of coffee as she watches Hung get the raw bacon thrown at him. Hazel eyes dart to the side as she notes Layla can’t keep her laughter to herself and thinks for a moment that they might avoid another shit day. It was due in the blondes opinion. Her ;head moves again as Frankie appears , eyebrows scrunching wondering where he was as she hadn’t seen him for most of the morning. ❛ had to pop downstairs. help logan out of a problem she caused with her boss. ❜ at times it was easy to forget none of them were fucking normal as they sure as shit acted it most times. Frankie nods as Maisie realises what he means and moves over to fidget placing a kiss to her forehead before stealing some of the bacon that was already cooked with a grin on his face. ❛ spank me later. ❜ he says idly to fidget just dodging out the way as Deeks chokes on his coffee. all of them acting like nothing had happened. all of them wanting shit to be normal. well normal as it could seeing as layla was heading out that afternoon for a job , the deal for her soul reminding her she had to work. but given she was still iffy with fidget it would work well.
Fidget squinted her eyes at her friend, winking at him at his comment. “Keep ye ta tha’.” She muttered. Clearing her throat, “So e’erone eat, I hafta get ready ta head out.” Slinging a rag towards the laundry room, Fidget crossed the kitchen with little too much haste. “Ye jus’ got here, tha fuck ye goin’ now?” Waylon scrunched his brows as golden eyes flickered at her. Fidget couldn’t help the chuckle nor smile, “Well, I talked wit’ dad on tha way o’er here an’,” She went on while slinging her jacket over her shoulders, “I got some routines ta work out o’er at the studio. If ye wanna join me yer more than welcome, brother.” She rose her brows as he did his to her suggestion. “Tha’s tha fuckin’ first. Ye know ‘ll dance circles round ye, right? Le’s go.” Waylon wasted no time as he got up from his spot at the kitchen table. He didn’t care the looks and snickers he got as he started to talk smack to his sister, making Fidget laugh a laugh that even she hadn’t heard in a while. Her cheeks were almost rosy with humor.
Hung stood back to watch the two siblings, a twinkle in his eye as he saw actual life come back to their girls eyes. And it was because Waylon still treated her as he always did, with the same love they all had for her since day one. Hung walked into the kitchen, figuring that since Fidget was leaving he could now get something to eat without having something thrown at him. “You see that?” He motioned with his head towards the two that were not exiting the house. “I knew she’d be back. Better.” He continued to smile as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
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Before Fidget could utter a word, Marco and Waylon were at her sides while aiming their guns at her friend. “Arms up!” Marco barked out, Waylon moving to pull cuffs from his pocket. Fidget snapped out of her shocked gaze, placing her thumb and index finger between her lips and letting out a sharp whistle. “HEY!” She pulled Marco back with some effort considering he was much taller than she was, “Ye two lose ye fuckin’ heads? Since fuckin’ when did I give an order?” She kicked the back of Waylon’s knee, causing the other to stumble to the ground. “Get back in tha house.” She put Warren behind her, though giving him space as not to invade his personal bubble. “Tha fuck is he, Fidge’?” Marco squinted his eyes, “I said get ta tha fuckin’ house.” Her tone was stony, her rifle staying by her side, but ready if the male decided to start something.
Marco snorted softly while rolling his eyes, “Wha’ever.” He muttered as he turned to walk off. Once he was at a safe enough distance away from them, Fidget turned to face Warren with a worried expression. “Wha’s wrong? Why ye here?” Her tongue darted over her bottom lip with a single swipe before her lips had formed a line etched in worry.
The sound of a metallic jingle of the cuffs coaxed the demon’s wrath and smothered his patience. His middle and thumb ignited a small spark of magic, a fleeting little lick of a teal flame that appeared as fast as it disappeared.
Although Warren was prepared to spill blood to stay out of cuffs, it was clear Fidget wish for a different outcome. The loud whistle had him physical, but silent flinch and reassess the situation. He listened to the scene unfold, followed the sound of her steps. He took a glance out from behind his cover, his eyes tracking the two males movement as they stepped away. It was only when they were a good distance away that he stepped out from behind the tree. In good faith of course, she had defended him, she deserved a dash of trust.
“Oh, sweetheart, where do I even begin.”He responded , offering a smile of reassurance at the sight of her concern. No real damage was visible on his body, but his attire was filthy with dirt, grunge, ash and several shades of blood (most of which were dry). “I suppose.”He leaned against the tree, the corners of his lips tugging down into an exaggerated frown. “ I could pin the start on a bad cup of coffee.”Wasn’t a complete lie.
“I need a place to lay low.”He cut the bullshit and push himself off his post to step closer. His movement a little sluggish and his footing carefully placed. With his recent luck, he half expected to face plant. Of course he didn’t. “ A colorful concoction of enemies is going a bit fan girl nuts, and although I’m highly flattered and normally ecstatic about all the attention, they don’t quite seem to understand the concept of space. ”He explained. “So a place where I could rest my head for just a night or two would be ..”A short pause to think of the best word. “ideal?”
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she cocked her head to the side while closing her eyes to gather all of what he was trying to tell her. “So ye pissed someone off, ye got someone after ye an’ ye need me li’l household ta keep tha heat off o’ ye?” She frowned as she opened her right eye, “Is...Is tha’ wha’ ‘m hearin’?” She pinched the bridge of her nose, thankful enough that she was able to keep the demon from harming her crew. Now worry and annoyance left her with a growing migraine, “C’mon let’s get ye cleaned up, ‘m sure Lonnie could lend ye some clothes.” She couldn’t just say no to him since he, in a way, seeking asylum. He looked worse for wear, even the way he tried to move towards her told her all she needed to know. She was accustomed to being the one that random friends would show up for solitude; something to get them away from their own lives. Or in Warren’s case, a place to lay low. That’s how it all started anyway when she met up with the others in her house, despite the fact that two of them were her brothers. “Well, might as well get this o’er wit’ then. Gotta meet tha others ‘fore I can let ye in. It’s their home too, not jus’ mine.” She pointed her finger at him with a stern look on her face before giving a unexpected hug. “I fuckin’ missed ye.” She muttered softly with a small frown on her face as she rest her chin on his shoulder.
Marco paced the foyer of the house, Bune watching his every step with a raised brow. “Look, I get the whole wanna protect whats yours, but...the pacing like an actual dog is starting to surpass the inevitable many dog jokes I have locked away for such occasions as this.” Bune had Marco stopped in his tracks, the other male looking at him as if he had grown a second head. “Need me to dumb it down?” Marco rolled his eyes at the demons rude behavior. Afterall, in Marco’s mind, he was Fidget’s top guy. He would protect her as she would him. He just didn’t like the guy. He had shown up without so much as a heads up. Whoever this character was, Marco knew he wouldn’t like him. “Ye know this guy?” He asked as he turned his head from the window. “I don’t know he hasn’t walked in yet now has he?” Bune bit back with more of a snarky attitude. He hadn’t felt this energy in what seemed like years, it nearly had him anxious which would explain why he kept up with the cold front against Marco. “Whoever it is, Fidget seems to be handling it just fine, so wise up some and get something to drink yeah?” Bune ended the “conversation” as he turned on his heel to walk into the kitchen to fetch himself his own drink. All knew he fucking needed one.
What this man does to me in a grandpa cardigan is unmentionable 🔥🔥🔥💀💀💀
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Smoke rose past Fidgets eyes, the cigarette burning low as it fit snug between her lips. She took the moment to take a long pull before snuffing the stick into the ashtray beside her laptop. Work had piled up, which was never a simple task considering the family that lived under her roof. “ ‘ey Fidge’, wha’ ye say ‘bout goin’ out tanight and catchin’ some new talent?” Waylon strutted into her office, his hands moving to pull his long, black hair up into a pony tail. “I don’ know if ye realized, but in order ta get new talent ye need ta have a place o’ employment fer ‘em.” Her response was snarky, leaving Waylon to stand in the middle of the room with a wary expression. “An’ ye have infinite money ta keep said place o’ employment open fer tha’ next hundred years. Tha fuck crawled up yer back end?” He scrunched his eyebrows, moving to the window seat to the right side of the room. Fidget scratched her scalp rather hard, wincing in the process, “Gotta find a new place ‘cause some yuppy thought it’d be a blast ta shoot some o’ the girls up.” She leaned back in her chair with a huff, arms thrown over to the side, “ ‘m considerin’ callin’ Bune in fer tha’ favor.”
As if on cue, the demon appeared. Waylon had to catch himself as he let out a girlish scream. “Really? And I thought Fidget here had the lovely singing voice.” Bune quipped as he moved his hands to smack off bits of flaming clothing. “Ye gone tell me why ye decided ta show up now? I didn’ call ye up fer a visit, mate.” Fidget had no time for the demon’s games, her stare on the green eyed bastard leveled. Before Bune could open his mouth, sirens began to blare throughout the entire house. “Marco! Visitor!” Fidget sprung up from her seat, Waylon hot on her heels as they pushed past Bune. What Fidget loved about her second Marco was how ready he was for anything. The male in question tossed her, her rifle. Cocking his own and testing the scope, Marco tilted his head towards the female, “Haven’ had any action fer a hot minute, aye? Think this’ll be bloody?” It was almost as if he was hoping for a bloodbath. “I worry ‘bout ye sometimes.” Fidget muttered as she pushed her feet into a pair of her boots.
As they all stepped out of the house, they instantly started to sprint out into the yard, lights flashing as they tried to look for a face. That was until Fidget caught sight of a familiar form. She stepped forward cautiously, shined her light once before stopped all movement. “W-Warren?”
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Bunch of waving flashlights. “Tisk. “ He couldn’t help feel like a canine that was about to get shot just for rattling the chicken coop. Then again, what’s new.
He stepped back, his shape melting with the shadows of the trees. Enough to stay out of sight unless a flash light was pointed directly at him. When Fidget’s light caught him, he slunk behind a tree. Nice big sturdy one that could catch at least a few bullets. His behavior was, cautious. Unlike his usual happily-dee-doo-da open arms approached.
“Yes-” He responded to her calling him by his human name, peeking out from behind his cover.“-if it means you won’t shoot.” His bright teal eyes swept over Fidget and her little crew. Demonic looking serpent eyes which pick up on their energy signatures. ( Closes thing Warren had to night vision if you will.) “Otherwise, nope. Just a talking tree.” He smiled and leaned back, rested his head against the rough surface of the timber, weight shifting as he adjusted his jacket. “Who’s the lackeys?” He questioned a little louder. An unnecessary poke, but he didn’t know Waylon or Marco. The second looking very eager to make his day just that much more difficult. On a normal day, a welcoming challenge,… but not today.
Before Fidget could utter a word, Marco and Waylon were at her sides while aiming their guns at her friend. “Arms up!” Marco barked out, Waylon moving to pull cuffs from his pocket. Fidget snapped out of her shocked gaze, placing her thumb and index finger between her lips and letting out a sharp whistle. “HEY!” She pulled Marco back with some effort considering he was much taller than she was, “Ye two lose ye fuckin’ heads? Since fuckin’ when did I give an order?” She kicked the back of Waylon’s knee, causing the other to stumble to the ground. “Get back in tha house.” She put Warren behind her, though giving him space as not to invade his personal bubble. “Tha fuck is he, Fidge’?” Marco squinted his eyes, “I said get ta tha fuckin’ house.” Her tone was stony, her rifle staying by her side, but ready if the male decided to start something.
Marco snorted softly while rolling his eyes, “Wha’ever.” He muttered as he turned to walk off. Once he was at a safe enough distance away from them, Fidget turned to face Warren with a worried expression. “Wha’s wrong? Why ye here?” Her tongue darted over her bottom lip with a single swipe before her lips had formed a line etched in worry.
"An' yer a sight fer sore eyes." Fidget smirked, tucking a cigarette between her red lips. ((BOY HI.))
“Callin’ me an eye sore?” Plucking the cigarette from her dainty little fingers and taking a pull himself.
“Don’ twist me words up, Creed.” She gave him a playful snarl. Instead of trying to steal her cigarette back from him, she chose a new one from her pack. “So where ye been?”
@irishroulette
Asking for help did not come easy for this demon, and even when he was run down, he still had to take the time to convince himself that he wasn’t about to make a mistake. The issue was trust, something he didn’t freely hand out, but all that and his pride simply now had to take a back seat.
His destination was the home of a friend of a friend. He was given the address and number a while back, threw the note away, never actually thought he’d need it. Luckily for him, he had a good memory and could recall the address. A warning, a phone call announcing his arrival would have been ideal, but he had lost that and his motorbike a while back down the state, against his own free will I may add. In fact, he had traveled to the outer edge of the property on foot, avoiding main roads and only stopping due to sensing something abnormal around the property he was meant to enter. It wasn’t unusual for supernaturals to ward their homes, so he hesitated pacing up and down the barrier.
It took him some time, studying what to the normal eye wouldn’t even perceive. Contemplation, if he should risk it and dash through, even did a little awkward step-step before chickening out. Eventually he settled on the decision: Hands raised, and fingers fanning open to muster up dark energy to fling forward against the barrier. He hoped for a flare effect, grabbing someones attention to investigate so he could talk. And this way, he at least had the advantage.
Smoke rose past Fidgets eyes, the cigarette burning low as it fit snug between her lips. She took the moment to take a long pull before snuffing the stick into the ashtray beside her laptop. Work had piled up, which was never a simple task considering the family that lived under her roof. “ ‘ey Fidge’, wha’ ye say ‘bout goin’ out tanight and catchin’ some new talent?” Waylon strutted into her office, his hands moving to pull his long, black hair up into a pony tail. “I don’ know if ye realized, but in order ta get new talent ye need ta have a place o’ employment fer ‘em.” Her response was snarky, leaving Waylon to stand in the middle of the room with a wary expression. “An’ ye have infinite money ta keep said place o’ employment open fer tha’ next hundred years. Tha fuck crawled up yer back end?” He scrunched his eyebrows, moving to the window seat to the right side of the room. Fidget scratched her scalp rather hard, wincing in the process, “Gotta find a new place ‘cause some yuppy thought it’d be a blast ta shoot some o’ the girls up.” She leaned back in her chair with a huff, arms thrown over to the side, “ ‘m considerin’ callin’ Bune in fer tha’ favor.”
As if on cue, the demon appeared. Waylon had to catch himself as he let out a girlish scream. “Really? And I thought Fidget here had the lovely singing voice.” Bune quipped as he moved his hands to smack off bits of flaming clothing. “Ye gone tell me why ye decided ta show up now? I didn’ call ye up fer a visit, mate.” Fidget had no time for the demon’s games, her stare on the green eyed bastard leveled. Before Bune could open his mouth, sirens began to blare throughout the entire house. “Marco! Visitor!” Fidget sprung up from her seat, Waylon hot on her heels as they pushed past Bune. What Fidget loved about her second Marco was how ready he was for anything. The male in question tossed her, her rifle. Cocking his own and testing the scope, Marco tilted his head towards the female, “Haven’ had any action fer a hot minute, aye? Think this’ll be bloody?” It was almost as if he was hoping for a bloodbath. “I worry ‘bout ye sometimes.” Fidget muttered as she pushed her feet into a pair of her boots.
As they all stepped out of the house, they instantly started to sprint out into the yard, lights flashing as they tried to look for a face. That was until Fidget caught sight of a familiar form. She stepped forward cautiously, shined her light once before stopped all movement. “W-Warren?”
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