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there's 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝔪𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫. ʷʰᵃᵗ a 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞, s̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶d̶.̶

[ltdice]

# , * chapter i. `  ──    independent,    extremely private,    plot - oriented original character based in triple frontier and top gun: maverick named carmen cardoza.    call sign:  dice.   targeted by cherry,   she/her,   twenty - four,   est.    heavily affiliated with @dtperez.    ──      an exploration of learning to cope with abandonment,   dancing on the edge of greatness,   carrying a legacy on burdened shoulders,   learning to live with the ghosts of your past,   and recklessness as a defence mechanism. established june 2022.

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# , * chapter ii. `   ──  ⁽ ¹ ⁾   carrd.    ⁽ ² ⁾   prompts.    ⁽ ³ ⁾   aes.  ⁽ ⁴ ⁾  tess.

[ltdice]

hi 🤍

[gunbasharch]

it happens after dinner . leftover food gets put in containers , and the piled-up dishes in the sink are rinsed , scrubbed , and slipped into the dishwasher in a somewhat orderly fashion . sebastian stands with the faucet disloged and in his hand , rinsing the main serving dish with the water's spray , and though he hums to himself ( a bad habit ) , sebastian is constantly , utterly , painstakingly aware of @ltdice in the kitchen behind him . he knows every movement , every step she makes , every drawer or cabinet she opens , and by the time he's finished cleaning this plate and putting it away , he can hear carmen approaching behind him . HE HEARS HER FOOTSTEPS CLOSING IN , joining him at the sink when he reaches for the pot to wash next . carmen doesn't even lead with prompting — she just goes for it . blatant , clear-cut , speaking from the heart beneath the weight of another pleasant dinner experience . [ could you ever imagine us together ? ] it catches sebastian off-guard . it makes him stop , makes him freeze — he drops the pot into the sink with a raucous clattering sound . ❝ you . . . you're really good at springing these things on me when i'm not expecting them . should be an olympic sport at this point , then . ❞ sebastian shoots her an awkward smile and meekly retrieves the pot . he needs time to think . . . and soon comes up with an answer . ❝ could i ever imagine us together , carmen ? yes . DO I ? . . . also yes . ❞ no playing around . sebastian trains his gaze on the faucet in his hand and hides a smile . ❝ any other life changing questions for me ? ❞

[ltdice]

she eats at his table, she acquaints herself with the soft plush of his mattress, she molds herself into the shape of a faint ghost ── always lingering but not entirely present. she imagines what it might be like to hold a residual amount of permanency here in his life, rather than the fleeting presence which she offers him. ( there's things i want to say to you, but i'll just let you leave. ) he's rooted in her, more than she cares to admit. she scrubs her skin raw but still, he's there; lingering on soft flesh, imprinted by his fingertips, imprinted by how gently he holds her . . . had she ever known such care before? what a terrifying thought. she looks to him from where she stands just to the side of him, close enough to touch and oh, how her hands twitch and ache by her side with the weight of her desire to do so. but she stills them, fingers faintly curling inward. his answer hits her like a train, blinding, debilitating. she'd unleashed it on herself but it still devours her from the inside out, ripping through sinew and bone with the understanding that this ran far deeper than she ever intended it to. give in, she begs herself. her lips twitch into the faint air of a grin. ‟ you do.   ” she repeats, not as a question but as an acknowledgement of the stirring admission. perhaps she just can't grasp the concept of someone wanting her this way. ‟ you want me?   ” she's asked him this before but certainly not in the same context, no, that was offered in penance; the righteousness of worshipping him at bent knees. this ── this means so much more. ‟ i could picture it too, you know. us.   ”

[violenthunted]

024, a hotel room with only one bed. @ltdice

his watch is fiddled with, a nervous habit, so much so that the cloth of his shirt underneath the band creases uneasily with each repetitive movement. "i'll. umh." tongue placed back against his palate, lips closed, forcing himself to look somewhat professional & unworried about the situation, even though he knows every inch of his body currently screams nervousness in a way that, he fears, even a deaf person would be able to decipher it. "i can take the floor?" the end of his sentence resounds like a question, tone tilted uncharacteristically high, and for a moment it seems like he might actively be waiting for an answer. except, thinking, he tries to imagine derek : come on kid, move. don't make the lady feel bad 'bout it. & so he does, diligently. his go-bag is placed near the door, that he finishes closing. he doesn't rid himself of his jacket or his shoes. instead, his back falls against the wooden pannel that he just pressed shut, his eyes on carmen. it seems that more panic-fueled words are coming to escape his mouth, until a quick -- "or we can. i don't know. share? you're like. perfectly sized for bed-sharing." & considering the relieved, kind smile he offers afterwards, there must be a compliment hiding in there somewhere.

[ltdice]

sweet gossamer, spun like lace; she, harbinger of despair yet so easily does she disguise it beneath the soft curl of her lips, skyward into the dainty flush of her cheeks. perfected imagery, painting only what which she wishes for others to indulge in. she molds herself into the shape of something more easily digestible, hiding the razor sharp edge of her teeth. ‟ oh, come on spence. you're not goin' to sleep on the floor.  ” she tsks as if in disappointment, as if he could ever disappoint her ── he roots himself there in the midst of her chaos with something almost akin to purity, perhaps closer to the divine nature offered from the skies that split above them. she pushes him too much, she thinks, desirous to see the effect of her words and outward demeanour take shape in him. ‟ perfectly sized for bed-sharing? anyone ever tell you you have a real way with the ladies?   ” the faint ghost of her grin deepens then, almost taunting. but not quite. she tilts her head, looking to the bed before languid footsteps draw her to the foot of it. teasing, always teasing; evidenced in the curl of her lip and the light melody of her beckoning tone. ‟ c'mere pretty boy, i won't bite.   ” not unless he asked, of course.

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA

[gunbasharch]

[ #GUNBASH ] what if i don't want the monster to stop being a monster ? what if that's the only anchor i have left ? what if my sanity depends on being able to point at the bad thing and say THAT IS THE BAD THING . haven't i already lost enough time losing track of who the enemy is ? / an original character by chuckles

[ltdice]

me disappearing for days/weeks on end without a word just to show up to like everyone's posts then disappear again <3

[ltdice]

does anyone ever feel the urge to pull a gone girl and just disappear and take up a new name and start fresh in a new corner of the internet or am i just ........ not okay

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

PRISCILLA QUINTANA Based on a True Story

[belasso-blog]

" is it like in the movies, @ltdice? " it's asked over the rim of his pint, brows risen in curiosity. " the dangerous missions, and slo-mo team bondin', and all that- " he continues, tone nothing short of humorous. though it's not teasing, nor condescending, just a person enjoying a conversation. " 'cause if it's not, i can't lie, i'm gonna be a little disappointed. "

[ltdice]

amusement comes easily, light-hearted in the way which it settles there in her chest. warm, or it could be the second glass of gin and tonic she nurses in a crowd of foamy pints. her lips curl at the corners, a sideward grin marked with beguilement. ‟ oh, yeah. totally like the movies. guys even rip their shirts off in slow-mo. in the spirit of team bonding, of course.   ” the girl, how she teases! indication of such in playful intonation wrapping her every syllable as she lifts her glass to her lips. ‟ i mean, i don't rip my shirt off in slow-mo. it'd be too distracting for everyone. we'd never get anything done.   ” her grin grows into the apples of her cheeks which swells with the gesture. ‟ isn't that what you guys do, anyway? slow-mo team bonding?   ”

[iudicatus]

@ltdice : ❛ i am never coming back to this place . ❜

      “  aw c'mon ! it's not so bad ,  ” sucking in a breath while hues survey the surroundings . okay it wasn't the best choice of venue , but hey , magdeleine fusilier was a creature of habit . even when her habits screamed red flag . admittedly she panicked & made the last minute decision to bring carmen to a dive in middle america . real smooth maggie . in her defence she was devoid of any real idea about what was going on as far as their relationship was concerned . what she did know was , ONE , she was 𝚄𝙽𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 to the female alongside her & two , she had a foreign feeling oscillating in veins . the sensation was utterly new to the woman who thrived on confidence , which meant one thing , it was nerves . “  i can't say i'll fault you . i definitely missed the mark .. ” head ducks momentarily , maggie smiling sheepishly . “  if there's a next time , you have full control of where we go . i'll stick to 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 with compliments .  ”

[ltdice]

feather weight, the breath that fills her lungs. she's amused, evidenced by the way she tilts her head, chin and the side of her cheek imprinted into open palm of her hand upturned to the ceiling. her elbow rests on the somewhat sticky wooden table that seems precarious at best with the way which it tilts wayward with every shift and yet . . . enjoyment, how sweetly it blossoms in the centre of her chest. entirely thanks to the woman that perches herself so prettily across from her. it almost feels like the booth is too big. ‟ alright, maybe i'm being a bit harsh. it's not that bad.   ” or maybe she's just being nice. maybe, if it had been anyone other than magdeleine fusilier who had dragged her here, she would've turned on her heel back to the uneven pavement of the parking lot and let the dust collect on her trails as she drove off. ‟ maybe the food'll be good.   ” oh, her blinding optimism as misplaced as it may be, fills the otherwise empty dine save for the two truckers that sit on opposite ends of the long booth spanning the entirety of expanse. ‟ you also could just charm me with compliments now. y'know, to make up for your seemingly poor choice.   ” her smirk curls wayward, tainting the perfect outline of crimson lips.

[ltdice]

hi beloveds i'm still not feeling 100% and i'm tired as all hell from my new job now but i'm going to try to be around this weekend to finish sending out memes from that meme call and to hopefully get to some drafts 🤍

[ltdice]

me twiddling my thumbs thinking about whether i'll finally play rdr2 once i'm no longer sick or if i will replay tlou and tlou2 for the millionth time in a row

[ruzter]

ᅟi chew my nails and then i twiddle my thumbs ᅟi'm real nervous , but it sure is fun ᅟcome on , baby , you drive me crazy ᅟgoodness gracious , great balls of fire !

ᅟᅟWHEN I SAY GOD , ... what I mean is : I can barely stand the look at my mother's face / * a writing blog for TOP GUN : MAVERICK'S bradley ROOSTER bradshaw , flown by yours truly ⸺ * 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! established june 2023 .

[wilsonjacket]

NOW ㅤYOUR ㅤLIFE'S ㅤNO ㅤLONGER ㅤEMPTY ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤindependent portrayal of dean winchester from ERIC KRIPKE'S SUPERNATURAL, written by blythe. ㅤ . ㅤ. ㅤ. ㅤSURELY ㅤHEAVENㅤ WAITSㅤ FOR ㅤYOU. ㅤ ©

[ltdice]

heyyyy party people...... aha guess who..... 🫣 i'll be back for u all soon..... ominous......

[ltdice]

..... reverse meme call anybody? i'll send a few 👉👈