PROTEGE.

ind. pri. sel.  ❛ REX ❜  of the tv series kommissar rex ( inspector rex ). human au and modern setting focused. low activity blog. by aurora.   

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Random Thomas Sanders Sentence Starters

“Cool, can we make it gay?” “Could be gayer.” “Suddenly the two felt urge to dance.” “That was a lot of work. Time for lunch.” “You are the MAN.” “That doesn’t even make sense!” “Hey, I got hot dog hands.” “Here s/he comes, the queen able to kill men with single stare.” “It’s a common law that the flower will be presented to the loveliest of lads.” “What? WHAT?” “We’re turning back we gotta get those.” “Hey do you know if your friends are doing okay?” “Hey, do you know if you might be bothering your friends?” “You know there’s a chair right here?” “I’m gonna get it done todaaaaaaaa- tommorow.” “Time to get up.” “Time for lunch.” “Time to bed.” “Dude, I just come up with idea for the best thing.” “…What did you just do?” “GET DOWN!” “They got ___!” “S/he has to go home.” “Sadly only one cookie remained in the store.” “Sorry boys, ___ is getting that cookie.” “You guys gotta stop wasting time. Everytime we start to talk we waste time, time is very valuable in classroom. The more time we waste, the less we get to learn in one class and more guys you have to do after class, alright?” “WHY DO I LET YOU DO THIS?!” “NO! I love you but this is mine.” “I don’t remember anything we said last week.” “He was very handsome and all the ladies that looked at him fell in love.. The guy that was walking him was okay.” “With this final bag she finally disposed of the body.” “Shh, don’t blow my cover.” “Good night, good night. Don’t let the demons out of your closet!” “Bored on holiday? You can read. Catch up on TV. Go on a run! Murder your friend. Bury the body. Lie to police. Make a getaway!”

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dreamcast.     rex’s handlers.     pt. i.

will yun lee as richard moser;   a kid from bad circles whom fate could’ve easily put behind bars but made him an inspector in the homicide division instead. theo james as alex brandtner;   former dog handler, former task force, former perfect hearing who becomes moser’s replacement in the division before he hits his thirties.

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Random Thomas Sanders Sentence Starters

“Cool, can we make it gay?” “Could be gayer.” “Suddenly the two felt urge to dance.” “That was a lot of work. Time for lunch.” “You are the MAN.” “That doesn’t even make sense!” “Hey, I got hot dog hands.” “Here s/he comes, the queen able to kill men with single stare.” “It’s a common law that the flower will be presented to the loveliest of lads.” “What? WHAT?” “We’re turning back we gotta get those.” “Hey do you know if your friends are doing okay?” “Hey, do you know if you might be bothering your friends?” “You know there’s a chair right here?” “I’m gonna get it done todaaaaaaaa- tommorow.” “Time to get up.” “Time for lunch.” “Time to bed.” “Dude, I just come up with idea for the best thing.” “…What did you just do?” “GET DOWN!” “They got ___!” “S/he has to go home.” “Sadly only one cookie remained in the store.” “Sorry boys, ___ is getting that cookie.” “You guys gotta stop wasting time. Everytime we start to talk we waste time, time is very valuable in classroom. The more time we waste, the less we get to learn in one class and more guys you have to do after class, alright?” “WHY DO I LET YOU DO THIS?!” “NO! I love you but this is mine.” “I don’t remember anything we said last week.” “He was very handsome and all the ladies that looked at him fell in love.. The guy that was walking him was okay.” “With this final bag she finally disposed of the body.” “Shh, don’t blow my cover.” “Good night, good night. Don’t let the demons out of your closet!” “Bored on holiday? You can read. Catch up on TV. Go on a run! Murder your friend. Bury the body. Lie to police. Make a getaway!”

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look i’ve watched a lot of crime shows during my days but kommissar rex 5x01 has still the single most stressful takedown scene i have ever seen

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today on: i could’ve sworn this plot was in criminal minds

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having to watch alex defuse a bomb for the first time with instructions through the phone and only 2 minutes and 30 secs on the clock is definitely among the top worst days of rex’s life but somehow nowhere near the top of the list

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i am extremely annoyed at the fact that alex has permanent hearing loss in his right ear but keeps putting the phone on that ear

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if the dynamic between moser and rex was that of a father and son, rex and alex’s is brothers. rex looked up to them both, but in different ways: moser was a guide, emotionally and morally, but alex is closer to what rex understands as a role model---what alex does, rex repeats, and roughly 80% of the distinction is due to the fact that alex is cooler than moser... and 20% that his living habits are healthier.

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‘Never let them take the light behind your eyes'♥

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plotting & relationship call.     hello. this is a plotting call. like the thing or reply with a blog, and i’ll scoot over to your ims or to discord  ( or, most likely, to your ims to get your discord ). open to mutuals and all of my mutuals’ side and other blogs i may or may have not remembered to follow. also, if you don’t have any fucking clue who rex is and what is going on, you can also like this and i’ll explain my muse a bit to you so we can get things going.

so. like thing. let’s write. cheers.

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native english-speaking rpc: using anything else but english in a thread is so inconsiderate can’t you think of others who will now have to google the sentence or ask the mun if the hover doesn’t work??? native english-speaking rpc: “obdurate dissension neither flummoxes nor bemuses. were it purposively assaying to elicit a histrionic response from her mercurial visage, ‘twould only know lamentable inefficacy.”

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an actual baby angel

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like this and i’ll write u a starter using my story cubes as inspiration. 

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so.

hartwin “rex” braun, the adopted son of a police offer who everyone knows wants to be a cop when he grows up. an active kid, good runner, great visual perception skills, notices details, sometimes gets lost in them. eager to get in law enforcement, has done a five-day teen police academy, often on ride alongs. after finishing high school at 17, wanted to work for a bit to see if college is within financial reach or if he should just wait until he can apply to police academy.

happened to be a floor below when the bomb goes off and was the only one running towards the danger to see if people had been hurt, ignoring people telling him to evacuate twice as hard upon seeing his dad go up. heard the gunshot that killed his dad, run to the rooftop without thinking only to get injured himself.

following the events, richard moser, who saw rex get hurt and him by his dad’s body, ends up taking rex in upon hearing that the officials aren’t quite sure what’s the best course of action with a kid so close to being an adult. with some talking with his boss, moser gets permission to have rex hang around the division if the two other officers don’t object to it and continue the ride alongs within reason.

they end up ignoring the last two words a lot.

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almost regardless of where i’m locating rex for plot purposes, he’ll always be born in schwechat, austria, and spent most of his childhood in wien. his native language will also be german for this reason, and it shows in the way he’s hardwired into considering about the status and age of the person with whom he’s speaking before he does in a very simple  ‘ are they a formal you or an informal you ’  manner. he himself doesn’t notice it, nor does it show to others that frequently when he’s speaking english because of the nature of his character, but it does definitely show in his thoughts.

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🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

nonverbal rp starters.     accepting.

         the bin makes a louder sound than rex’d expected when it finally falls over: twenty, thirty minutes he’s spent tilting it from one side to the other with his feet, rubber soles keeping the noise of the metal hitting them just quiet enough to be barely audible over the everything else. it feeling of the edges hitting his feet follow the rhythm of his background music for reading. when his eyes are too focused on the textbook, it finally tips to the wrong direction, beyond the reach of his right foot, and bangs against the floor.   ---sheiße.

          he’s quick to hop off the seat, stick his foot into the mouth of the fallen bin and guide it upright before starting to pick up the few tissues and discarded balls of paper the motion had thrown on the floor---not quick enough to go unnoticed, he sees, when mr mitchell reacts to it. a whispered     “  sorry  ”     passes through the air, the apologetic look more clearly directed to the man, paired awareness of the fact that he’s currently failing at his own mission to be as unnoticed as possible when he can’t be of help... and when he realises there’s a candy wrapper by mr mitchell’s feet, he’s just gonna try to save himself the embarrassment of crawling and see if he can reach it with his foot well enough to kick it within arm’s reach.

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😊 sit down next to hartwin

nonverbal rp starters.     accepting.

          she doesn’t need to say anything—as soon as he feels someone entering the edges of his personal space, he can hear her thoughts: he can hear the thoughts of everyone in the room, everyone he’s talked to, everyone who knows who and whose kid he is—it’s all pity  ( it’s projection ). the pain in his leg hurts in a different way than yesterday, and he knows full well he’d be picking on the stitches if he could. he keeps reliving the whole thing, from hearing the bomb, to the panic, to dad—the memory of the bullet grazing his thigh is the one he’d like to focus on, not the eight million ways he’s coming up with that he could’ve tried to get the killer’s attention or aim away from---...

            the wound fucking hurts on his own, and yet he keeps touching it through the bandages to distract himself, both from the events and from the feeling of a dozen pairs of eyes on him who just see a withdrawn teenager who doen’t have the answers to anyone’s questions even if he wanted to give them. so instead, he gives her a single glance to show he’s acknowledged her there, sitting on the other chair, and lets his gaze fall to the floor.