Verbal Littering

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[thegoddxmnhero-blog-deactivated]

“I hear every little thing from your dumb little earpiece. I know I was gone a while but you’re supposed to be smart, Nick, that was,” he pauses, kicking up his feet, “literally your pitch. You’re lucky I’m feeling really sore. Ten seconds.”

“Sir,” Nico’s assistant says slowly, fidgeting with the papers in hand. “It’s a visual sensor.”

There’s a pause. On the screen behind Jack’s head, Nico’s eyes slowly close. Jack’s feet drop to the floor.

“I can assure you that - ” Nico begins.

“Hold that thought, kiddo,” Jack interrupts, ripping the pages from Nico’s assistant. The assistant stumbles a step away, lifting his hands - Jack is either unperturbed by his fear, or he digs it enough to let him live a little longer. “Question, Mister Bon-Bitchy,” he lifts the pages as if to show the man on-screen, remembers something important about the man on-screen, and sets them on his desk. “So you sent me - hey, heey. What did I say about staring? Eugh. - a hand-written report. Why.”

Nico looks down and files his nails. He considers his flaunted blindness as a luxury, one that allows him to multitask and not fake eye contact. His earpiece, after all, alerts him to Jack’s sudden movement toward the only other shape in the room with something a little weighty in his hand, rectangular and metal. 

When it collides with the assistant’s face, it spits out a staple. 

It happens so fast that it’s not until after Jack’s begun beating the assistant’s face in, staples and blood spewing, that the earpiece registers the object as a stapler.

“My connection from Pandora is shaky at best,” Nico explains amidst the chk-chking and stifled wailing, “and most of these bastards are illiterate.” Crnch. “Oh geez.”

“I think that was his nose, ha ha, I dunno. Don’t get squeamish on me now, brighteyes!” He bounces upright, planting one foot on the gurgling assistant’s bloodied face. “So, yeah, I get that. They’d rather eat a piece of paper than read it. What’s this ‘shaky connection’ bullcrap?”

Nico’s lip curls. “Rats on the wires.”

“We talking literally or figuratively?”

“…Both.”

“Right. I’ll send down an exterminator, but it’s coming out of your paycheck. So this is everything I asked for? Aw, it’s even in cursive.” He flips through the pages. “I frickin’ hate cursive.”

Folding his arms, Nico leans forward. “I’m gonna be a lil’ bold and say I went above and beyond what ya asked for, sir. I got eyes on all of ‘em and it didn’t even take me a year. We’re more than ready to- ”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk,” Jack doesn’t look up, skimming a page. “If I can be patient through a coma, you can be patient, too. My revenge, not yours, okay? Okay. Good energy, though. Knew I kept you around for some reason. Alright.” he claps his hands. “Good. This is good. Later, loser,” he says, and ends the transmission.

[mediumbonicci]

7, 15, 26, 27, 28, 29

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?


— Nico had several friends as a child, most of whom he lost either naturally or due to his manipulative behavior and increasing violent outbursts as he aged. 


15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?


— he says he’s a wonderful cook, but he hasn’t done any cooking since he was a kid.
 i wouldnt eat his food, like, it’s probably poisoned tbh.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

—
 it’s a little hard to tell the difference between Nico’s good and bad moods, which is one of the things that make him dangerous. arguably, he hides his true emotion behind his violent glee and violent rage.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

—
 ‘sad’ is one of those emotions Nico rarely feels because any hurt goes immediately into anger, so if he’s sad, he’s furious, and likely to take it out on others. he hasnt cried since he was a teenager, and since the accident causing his blindness he’s actually incapable of doing so.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

—
 honestly his biggest fear is probably death, which is why he’s so good at dodging it. not much else really scares him. in a life or death situation he becomes frantic, desperate, and needlessly violent. in his mind there is either their death, or his.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

— he’d use it to his benefit ofc, but if he couldnt, then he’d probably make fun of them. he’s only protective of himself and his own fears.

[liaraliara]

Super detailed questions about your OCs

[museinspo]

sten-disapproves :

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

[mediumbonicci]

IM BLIND

[mediumbonicci]

I DIDN’T READ THE QUESTIONS WHEN I SENT THEM I WAS BEING FRIENDLY, BARLOWE WHY WAS THAT QUESTION EVEN ON THE SURVEY, BARLOWE

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

I knew you were curious.

[mediumbonicci]

IM N O T

[mediumbonicci]

I DIDN'T READ THE QUESTIONS WHEN I SENT THEM I WAS BEING FRIENDLY, BARLOWE WHY WAS THAT QUESTION EVEN ON THE SURVEY, BARLOWE

[mediumbonicci]

This is unacceptable.

[He waves a hand toward his assistant. Probably.] Talia, sweetie, remind me to file for two assistants for the price of one. I’m runnin’ out of ‘em a lot faster than usual. Golly gee willickers.

[mediumbonicci]

Hey, hey. I get the whole ‘ha-ha, blind fucker’s got nothin’ on me’ thing, but I don’t have to have good aim to shoot you this close. I’m just saying.

[He expression’s twisted, uncomfortable with the proximity. The little pistol presses from its hiding place in Nico’s sleeve, muzzle to Roman’s stomach.]

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

[When he feels the pistol’s muzzle against his bared stomach, he relinquishes his hold on the front of Nico’s jacket, irritable. He steps slowly to the side.]

Fucking worm.

[Despite Nico’s threat, the distance he puts between them isn’t terribly vast.]

Why are you still here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be licking someone else’s boots on a distant planet now that Jack is gone?

[mediumbonicci]

[Nico sneers.]

What’s with you weirdos and your weirdo-fetishes? But yeah, you’d think so, right? Iddn’t that somethin’ strange, here, lemme just tell you all of Hyperion’s plans from A to Z, I’ll even write it down for ya, sweetiepie, so-

Ooh right, bandits can’t read! [He thunks his forehead with his fist.] Ooh, stupid stupid Bonicci!

Anyways, I’m still here ‘cause fuck you! [He says this brightly.]

[comebxckqueen]

Aw, you think I care about that little nagging voice inside you that says you’ll never be good enough. That’s cute. By the way, have you noticed anything weird lately? Something missing, maybe? 

Yeah. You’re not getting it back, and you can bet I got my filthy Pandoran hands aaaall over your other stuff. Didn’t even wash ‘em after I pissed in your bathroom. Stop calling me. [Just like that, the line crackles into static.]

[mediumbonicci]

[She’s already hung up, but he responds.] Oh, please. You think - oh, boy. She thinks messing around makes me mad! Ohhohoo, she thinks I’d ever have lost track of any of my- [He moves across the room to where his specially-made, specifically-tailored, extremely-expensive--

It isn’t there. What is there, though, is a cardboard cut-out that had tricked his sensors.]

Ah.

[He’s surprisingly calm, at least until an assistant blunders into his office with a stack of papers. His name barely escapes their lips before he whirls on them.]

YOU TOLD ME EVERYTHING IN MY OFFICE HAD BEEN RETRIEVED BEFORE THE BLAST. EVERYTHING. 

YOU LIED. YOU LIED. [He stomps a foot.] YOU LIED TO ME.

[They drop the papers, sputtering out an excuse, but they’re dead before they hit the floor.]

[comebxckqueen]

Riiight. I’ve never met a Jack wannabe that didn’t want to get plowed by him, or something weirder. Let me guess, it’s a hatefuck kind of thing; you couldn’t stand his success, but still get off thinking about him licking your boots.

It’s kinda funny. Everyone liked to spin him like some sort of super alpha dom that wasn’t happiest when he was getting stepped on. Sorry to spoil the fantasy.

[mediumbonicci]

[His voice is almost a hiss, almost as if he’s getting irritated for real this time.]

I don’t think I’ve ever been more disgusted by a concept in my entire fucking life. 

Listen, I don’t need to prove myself to somebody who eats out of garbage and thinks fucking the local fauna is a cute kink, but let’s get somethin’ really clear here: not everybody was super thrilled when the loser murdered his way up. Hear that? Loser. He was a loser. 

[He’s wheezily whispering now.] That false promotion was supposed to be mine. So no, the last thing I want is to think of Jack in any proximity to me, myself, or my cock. Thanks.

[Casual. Casual.] And just in case you were wondering - which you probably were, I don’t blame you - the only thing that gets me off is a crate of cash too heavy for me to carry. Y’know. For future reference. 

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

[Nico’s warning only seems to serve as a driving force, because immediately, Roman’s hand moves for the front of his coat, yanking. His insult seems to make him particularly vicious.]

I could always speed up the process for you.

[mediumbonicci]

Hey, hey. I get the whole ‘ha-ha, blind fucker’s got nothin’ on me’ thing, but I don’t have to have good aim to shoot you this close. I’m just saying.

[He expression’s twisted, uncomfortable with the proximity. The little pistol presses from its hiding place in Nico’s sleeve, muzzle to Roman’s stomach.]

[comebxckqueen]

[A moment of pause. Processing.]

Question: do you jerk off to those Hyperion propoganda vids every morning? ‘Cause your tongue is way further up Handsome Jack’s ass than mine ever went.

[mediumbonicci]

Aw geez, I really, really didn’t wanna hear about your shitty sexcapades. But hey, listen, if your wet-dreams involve you and me tongue-punching that asshole’s fartbox, go ahead. I’d just rather not hear about it, thanks.

I’ll just state this for the record, since he can’t fire me anymore: I hated the guy. Really. Try listening to the same five lowbrow blind jokes every day and those weirdo wet-dreams of yours will dry up faster than a bandit’s nuts over a campfire, guaranteed.

[mediumbonicci]

comebxckqueen:

Nnnno? I’m going to go with no. And tell your brother to stop leaving me messages. It’s starting to get weird. Breathing really hard into the mic weird.

Hey, he’s his own man. Geez. You people act like I’m a god.

I mean, it’s neat. Flattering. But wrong.

But neat.

[Snaps his fingers and yells, off into the background somewhere, “TALIA. MAKE ME A CULT, PRONTO.”]

So, how are you? How’s life on that rotten ball of filth? I got a nice view from up here and lemme tell ya, y’know how sometimes skags eat a lot of trash and barf up a ball of shit and trash all meshed together - that’s what Pandora looks like from here. 

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

Suit yourself. I might just do it for you, anyway. Could cover up with some fancy patches, perhaps some nice glasses, like Amadeo’s.

[Roman leans, offering him a sharp, disgustingly sweet smile. It’s unfortunate he can’t see it, he thinks. He reaches to tap the underside of Nico’s chin.]

Did you get work done? You look like someone stretched a few yards of leather over a skeleton. It suits you.

[mediumbonicci]

Ooh, cash prize for best insult goes to... Not you, sugarplum. I actually gained a couple pounds, but thanks for playing. This Pandoran-style food - or whatever I just ate yesterday, here’s hoping it kills me - and the stress of breathing the same air as you fuckers is really pinching my nerves. No wonder Nisha’s mechanic’s the size of a planet. Careful, you’ll catch her diabetus. 

And don’t touch me.

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

Incredibly. It’s a shame you couldn’t see them, really.

Speaking of, I’ve been wondering. You’re blind and all, anyhow– why don’t I just go on and do you a favor, and take those useless things out of your skull? I think you’d feel a lot better, Nicky.

[mediumbonicci]

That’s really nice of you to ask, honey, I appreciate that kind of forward thinking - but I’m gonna go with ‘no’ on this one. Not everybody wants to be a cyborg. It’s too ‘hot’ right now. I don’t follow trends, babe. You know that. I’m in that ‘Executives Who Carve Their Own Path’ article every year for a reason, not just ‘cause I’m a cutie patootie.

[He leans casually with his cane.]

‘Sides, hollow eye sockets are a different kind of spooky. I’m...Office-Casual Spooky.

[hellbound-heretic-blog]

mediumbonicci started following you

Ew.

[mediumbonicci]

Nice to see you too, sugarplum. How was your honeym-- ooh, sorry, I meant the funeral. How was the funeral? You got the cakes, right? I sent about twelve cakes. In case you can’t read, they spelled out F-U-C-K-Y-O-U and the rest were exclamation points.

My assistant suggesting the exclamation points. Cute, right?

[mediumbonicci]

NISHA