nouveau riche

THERE'S NOTHING I WANT BUT MONEY AND TIME !!! Dependent OC for Lossantoskids

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criminal darlings

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“Wouldn’t it still be their mouth? That’s like replacing cream with milk,” Wren pushes her chair out and rolls it over to a bookshelf, pulls a file to write down the evening’s earnings, and then stands. She valiantly doesn’t think about how small she probably looks next to Roxanne and moves the money  into a secure case that she can deliver to the bank tomorrow.

“Uhm. Food?” Wren doesn’t really know what to do with her free time. She doesn’t have a lot of it.

“It would but I’d rather wrangle away a dog mouth than a dog knife. Knives are definitely sharper. And if ya knock away the knife, now they can use the mouth. So technically, still two points of attack. They just need to be used in a required order.” She speaks with such conviction and seriousness on the topic, it’s hard not to take herself seriously for at least a good half second.

Food. Roxanne could do for food. If they got food, she’d have more coherent topics of discussion. “I’d kill for some curry right now.” She smiles and shrugs her shoulders, doing a little wiggle. “Maaaaaaybe?”

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The office is not a place Wren likes to be. She detests the stiff professionalism of it, how some of her crew members will look at the door to it, scared, as if it was a black hole. It was valuable though, for when she did need to be professional. 

“I’m a cat person,” Wren says blandly, but she’s smiling when Roxanne puts the money down, rakes over the money and picks up a few hundred dollars just to feel the paper in her hand. “No honor in thieves. You did awesome,” And yikes, Wren is so impossibly fond of her friends. She thinks that what she and Roxanne are at least.

“Well a cat is different. It don’t need a knife, it’s got four paws worth of skin breakin’ claws. Scary little things.” Roxanne is definitely not done with this subject. She’s been thinking about this one all night. “Dogs have claws, sure, but they ain’t as sharp as cat claws. A dog’s one point of attack is its mouth... unless it has a knife.” 

She doesn’t have a lot to think about when she’s working. Her thoughts usually did drift like this, and it was Wren who got the brunt end of her weird hypotheticals. “I did pretty good. That money is definitely dirty shit, by the way, might want to put it into the off-shore account. Just to be safe.” She looks around the office, sighing as she falls into a nearby chair. “Now what?” 

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“I’m just sayin’ here.” Roxanne said, reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she counted profits after tonight. It was a good night. A lot of drunk people who wanted to gamble their money away. Even a twenty percent cut was a hefty amount of cash coming Roxy’s way. She sat in Wren’s office, who she personally enjoyed hanging out with the most. She was cross-legged, on the floor, and looking a bit better since her fist fight with an Angel. Man, how did that not start a gang war? She fucked Billy’s kid up. “Nobody would be able to stop a dog with a knife. Too cute to tell them no, too fast to outrun. And are you gonna try to take the knife away? I don’t think so.” 

She finished counting, taking two stacks that should roughly add up to her cut of the pay, and rounding up the rest of the money, getting up and carefully walking the stacks over to Wren, and plopping them on her desk. “Twenty-five thou. Not a bad night! I cheated ‘em outta most of it.” He chin stuck out in pride from this fact and she wore a smug smirk. 

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Meeting

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dearparisfuckyou:

Roxanne was right, Ari hated it but she was. “Are you sure? Because I swear if you need medical attention and I don’t find out about til its to late i will take that baseball bat of yours and kick your ass before dropping you off at the hospital . “And next time don’t start a fight on twitter it’s a lame way to start a fight.” Ari sat back in her chair and smiled “Now tell me about it.” Of course this meeting was to yell at the girl but Roxane was right it didn’t happen ofte, not to Arianne’s knowledge didnt mean she just hid fights from her, and Roxanne is able to handle herself so she might as well learn about the fight and know who the poor idiot who tried to fight her was. 

“Twitter is a drunk way!” Roxanne smirked, leaning in. She was hoping they’d get to the juicy parts. She rested her elbows on the table, chin resting on her hands. “Some boy named Matthias. Kind of cute. Shorter than me. He really enjoyed the word bitch. Had a mean punch, I’ll give him that! But I held my own alright. I’d give the win to me, honestly. If he didn’t pussy out, I’d have subdued him in a matter of minutes.” 

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I'm eatin five day old pasta and a cinnamon roll, try to tell me right now you don't want to be me, I'll wait.

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Meeting

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dearparisfuckyou:

Ari  pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed “I have no problem with fun. I have a problem with my members getting into fights with random people. I don’t want you to end up dead in alley or beaten to hell because you got into a fight with the wrong person. I care about you girls and caring means making sure you’re safe.”

“I won’t end up dead in an alley, honestly, it’ll take more than a hot-headed guy to kill me.” Roxanne leaned back in her seat, waving off the worries with a smile. She had over-confidence issues, sure. But only because she could afford to be cocky. “And anyway, how often do I pull stuff like this? It was a drunk night, I got a little wild. Really, it barely even stings. I can still do my job and all that.” 

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“You? My bodyguard? I doubt I need one and may I just remind you, Matthias, who kicked your face in while drunk off her ass no less, and left you crying for your runner friend to save you?”

“…Yeah. Thought so. I can handle my own death threats like a big girl, yeah?” 

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Meeting

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The sound of nails tapping against wood filled the small “office.” It was so small it more qualified for a closet than it did an office but it worked for Arianne. Even though small it sure could hold a lot, there was paper strewn about everywhere same with granola bar wrappers and empty energy drink cans.

Arianne really didn’t want to be doing this, what she wanted instead was sleep for once but it was just her luck to have to deal with this. “Take a seat Roxanne,” she said at the sound of the door opening, folding her arms across each other on the desk in front of her. She looked at the other with tired but angry eyes “I saw from twitter you had a rather eventful night the other day

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Roxanne knew she was in deep. She knew she was in trouble from her little blow-up at the bar. And yes, the fight was definitely all over the place but she was also the clear victor. So she didn’t really get why she was having a meeting about it with her clearly upset boss. That Matthias boy had it coming, Roxanne bested him in the end, he had to be dragged out by his friend, the coward! The situation, as far Roxanne knew, was put to rest.

“I’d say it was pretty fun, yeah.” Roxanne quipped, crossing her arms. She still looked a little beaten up, but makeup helped with at least the physical part of that. She still felt like hell, but for all she knew and cared, it was worth it. “What exactly is the problem with a little fun, Ari? You’re always so serious.”

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My muse has been receiving death threats. Send 💪  for my muse’s reaction to your muse naming themselves as an impromptu bodyguard.

Or send  “BODYGUARD” if the symbol doesn’t work!

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things my daughter has said - a sentence meme

“I don’t want to love anyone. I just want to love dogs and youtube.” “Look at this bunny! Look how fucking cute it is!” “I have to eat all these cookies. I’m counting to thirty-seven.” “If I was going to kill someone, I would poison them on Taco Tuesday because no one expects tacos.” “Capitalism made the minions.”  “If there’s no chicken nuggets, I don’t want to go.” “I’m not afraid of blood. I see it all the time.” “The floor is fine. I’ll stay here.” “Oh, boy, here comes reality!” “My least favorite piece of clothing is socks. They’re like pants for your feet.” “There’s so many girls…” “If I can’t hug a ghost, what’s the point?” “I’ve only hit a guy once but I could do it again.” “This smells like happiness and ketchup.” “But is Dr. Phil really real?” “I want to be a rock. Rocks get to lie down as much as they want.” “I noticed a strange thing. Mostly when you say ‘maybe’, it’s in a pattern. A pattern of ‘no’.” “I don’t understand but I’m angry about it.” “I’m in love with you because you bring me food.” “I’m going to kill everyone.” “Oh, right in the head!” “The world is going to keep going even if you don’t like it.” “I would go to jail for you.”

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fightin words (?)

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packagetwentyseven:

Matthias watched Roxanne raise her fists and let out a dark chuckle. Oh fuck yes, give him something he can actually fucking win at! Matthias launched himself at her despite the agony of his leg, throwing punch after punch. He took some hits of course but nothing he couldn’t deal with in the morning. His only regret was busting his leg earlier and when Roxanne swept him off his feet, Matthias brazenly asked God why he was fucking with him today. 

The uppercut sent Matthias physically into the air and he landed on his back hard. The bodyguard tried his best not to roll over and vomit onto the floor, gritting his teeth. He did roll onto his front and slowly got up, running more on his adrenaline high than actually physical prowess. 

“Goddamn, I take it all back. You are one strong lady,” he said through a grin, wiping some blood from his face. Matthias pointed at the bartender.

“Now would be a good time to call that number,” he said and threw himself at Roxanne again, landing a savage right hook to her ribs. 

“Shuddup.” Roxanne growled, clutching at her ribs, wincing in pain at every inhale. Oh, that was not good. She decided that her elbows and kicks would be more effective than her punches, and switched tactics. Stumbling forward, she elbowed Matthias in the mouth, as if to really drive the point home that she wanted him to pipe the fuck down. 

Backing up, she lifted her leg up and flung it towards the man’s chest, the angered yell she made painfully human as she felt her injuries take their toll. She still held onto her left side, throwing a few more punches in hopes of one or two of them sticking. She was doing way too well in this fight for him to overpower her now. Frustrated with how long this was dragging on, she grabbed Matthias by the shirt and flung him into a table. 

If only he’d just stay the fuck down. 

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Matthias felt alive in the moment, loving her face when he managed to take a straight punch to her nose. He jumped away from her next swing and took a glance around the bar, finding most of it empty except for an old man in the corner. Matt looked at Billy like had seen a ghost and missed the way Roxy was steeling herself for another swing. He only managed to move his leg so his kneecap wasn’t in the way and took the full brunt of it against his calf, letting out a pained yell. Oh, he was going to feel that in the morning.

The bodyguard fell to the floor and gritted his teeth, spitting his finished cigarette out on the floor. His fingers expertly massaged the area. There was a fracture at the very least. What a fucking psychotic bitch, who the fuck possessed enough brute force to smash someone’s leg? Matthias figured he probably could. 

The man let Roxanne swing at his chin, seeing black spots and stars when it connected. He wasn’t going to last much longer like this. This was going to be a disgustingly major L and he was going to have to go home with his tail between his legs. Matthias disliked the notion of losing but he’s already felt losses before. 

He caught the next swing at him and twisted, pushing Roxy away from him and rolling the opposite direction. Matthias managed to stand but had to lean heavily against the chair, still wearing his stupid grin. Keep it up, he told himself. Keep it up.

Roxanne took the time it took for him to get back up to press a napkin to her nose. Damn thing wouldn’t stop bleeding. When he got himself stood back up, she rolled her eyes, amazed that he was so persistent to win this thing. She’d think at a fractured leg, he’d concede. But no matter. The woman tossed the bat aside and raised her fists up, advancing on Matthias so he wouldn’t have to hobble too much on that leg of his and sucker punching him in the abdomen. 

Without the bat, she was able to block hits more, but the metal of Matthias’ brass knuckles still did hurt like a bitch. She was going to feel that on her forearms tomorrow. While blocking a few hits, she kicked her leg out to hopefully connect with something and to get him off her fucking case for a few seconds. The move was quickly followed up with an upper cut. 

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Matthias’s eyebrows went to his hairline when the lady stood up, almost faltering if not for training he had received prior to becoming Cassius’s guard. He literally had to look up at the bitch and that hit Matthias in a place that didn’t like being hit. He met her snarl with a smirk but by the time she had had her day, their expressions had switched.

“Kinky bitch aren’t you, Roxy?” he asked and laughed, already steeling himself for a swing from her bat. “I don’t have a safeword but you better tell me yours Roxy, we’re going all the way tonight.”

Matthias smoothly dodged her first swing, throwing his arms up and stepping away from her. Around them, patrons were either jeering them on or trying to get the hell out of dodge and Matthias did not blame either side. If he was just witnessing this fight, he’d love to stick around and take some video evidence of it all. He’d probably end up on World Star.

The distraction was enough to let Roxanne take a proper swing at him and Matthias immediately regretted letting his guard down. This bitch could really fucking swing her bat around and Matthias was already sure he was going to be a blur of a painting tomorrow, all blacks and blues and purples.

A part of him was grinning through the pain though, and it yearned for more. Matthias wore a smile, suddenly wondering why he wasn’t throwing punches at the lady. Mom really did beat that lesson into him, not hitting women and the like. He wanted to laugh and finally began to swing at Roxy.

Roxanne didn’t like to talk much during a fight. It was too much of a distraction, thinking of quippy one-liners. As drunk as she was, she really needed to concentrate fully on just beating the guy in some so he could stop bothering her. She swerved out the way of a fist, taking the moment to get a swing in at Matthias’ abdomen. She intended to crack a few ribs, maybe if this went on too long, knock him in the head just enough to render him unconscious. 

She wasn’t here to kill. Just seriously maim and incapacitate. He was the one that wanted a fight. She just wanted him to leave her alone on Twitter. But if she had to make good on a few drunken threats because some pretty boy thought he was hot shit, so be it. A fist connected with her jaw and she stumbled back a half-step, bewildered that the tiny little manlet could even reach that high. Another punch came at her while she was distracted, getting her right in the nose. There was definitely some blood, probably a broken something. Jesus fuck.

She grunted, taking a moment to rub her face before swinging the bat at his knee. Little fucker would be easier to take care of if he only had one leg to stand on. She swung that bat impressively. Admittedly, she enjoyed a bat more than a gun. The crunch of bones was a nice sound to her. 

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