STICKS & STONES.

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lol fuck you can find wally @waltack from now on. gotta downsize yannow?

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A fucking treat for you:

Hi my name is Wally Stick and I have bleach blond hair that reaches just above my ears and sapphire blue eyes like the marianas fucking trench and a lot of people tell me I look like Ryan Gosling (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Wallace and Gromit but I wish I was because they're a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I'm also a mob daddy, and I sometimes threaten people in New Jersey where I'm a stupid lawyer (I'm 27). I'm a punk (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly pink. I love Frank and Oak and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing the blandest novelty t-shirt you've ever seen) and jeans that are older than me, too many rings and brown boots. I was wearing disappointment. I was walking outside in the abyss. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of good people stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Wally Stick!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Mama Fucking Stick!

Personalized My Immortal Fanfic Generator, aka HELL

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lmao i probably already have a starter call but like this for a starter.

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              “I know what you legally gotta do,” he says, blunt fingernail scraping a raised pink line alongside a serpent of ink on his forearm. “But no names go on this. No signatures, no notaries, no paper trail.” This speech is imprinted on his tongue, old hat after handing it out to just about anyone in order to cover his ass. “You’re smart, I shouldn’t have to explain why.”

& . @seabounded

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every time halloween rolls around i am so tempted to bring back every spook ive ever had

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[ meet the muse. ]

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Fill in about your muse:

➥ what is your character’s full name?:  Wallace Quincy Stick

➥ when were they born?: Marseille, France

➥ what are their parent’s names?:  Estelle Manon Marie Stick (mother) - Julien Joseph Stick (father)  ➥ do they have any brothers or sisters?: an identical twin brother, Conway ➥ what kind of eyes do they have?: god i hate all the fucking cliches, but think of sapphires. god i wanna die. theyre dark, but not mysterious. they’re normal eyes but he’s v squint a lot of the time.  ➥ what kind of hair do they have?: ultra-blonde. not particularly styled. he combs it because he’s not a fucking heathen.  ➥ what is their complexion like?:  he has scars from acne, little pockmarks in his cheeks and jawline and chest, but otherwise he’s fine. his skin is pretty pale (it’s jersey and he doesn’t like the beach), usually, but a lot of his skin is tattooed so it doesn’t matter either way.  ➥ what body type are they?: he’s tall by everyone’s definition and his shoulders are very broad. he leans more towards the underweight side because of his eating habits, which are poor  ➥ what is listening to their voice like?:  nothing very special. fairly deep with a slight affected accent from his mother that is practically undetectable unless you’ve somehow been trained to look for it. he’s intimidating to look at but his voice is pretty gentle. he’s soft-spoken and very keen on controlling his tone. ➥ what do they hate most about themselves?: honestly not much. he’s proud of most (if not all) of his life choices. he only has some regret in not finding a partner yet, and since he’s been surrounded by family since he was an infant, he hates that he’s taken it upon himself to become a solitary man. ➥ do they have a favorite quote?:  “And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?” ➥ what sort of music do they enjoy?: unfortunately, he liked country for a long time, got a little caught up in american stereotypes, but he’s petered out on it and now prefers classical and electronica. he usually only listens to music when he needs to focus and those are both great for it.  ➥ have/would they ever cheat(ed) on a partner?: no. ➥ have they been cheated on by a partner?:  yes. ➥ have they ever lost someone close to them?: he’s had many friends and family members die. by what means, he won’t say. ➥ what is their favorite sound?:  whenever conway plays the drums. for a legally blind man, his spatial recognition and rhythm are amazing. ➥ are they judgmental of others?: he has to be. ➥ have they ever been drunk?: yes, but he usually avoids it. can’t afford the vulnerability.  ➥ what are they like when they stay up all night?: absolutely normal. he values professionalism and won’t let his choice of not going to sleep ruin his composure. ➥ have they ever been arrested?:  as a teenager, but not as an adult. he’s welllllll overdue ➥ what evokes strong memories for them?: discussions about family and malt liquor. ➥ what do they do on rainy days?: his job.   ➥ what religion are they?: there’s only a handful of religious individuals in the family. generally knowing what they know and seeing what they’ve seen makes you question the concept of a god.  ➥ what word do they overuse the most?: “unfortunately.” people are always fucking up and he always has to break the bad news. ➥ what do they wear to bed?: whatever he’s wearing or nothing at all, depending on the alert level atm. there’s some nights he sleeps with his boots on. ➥ do they have any tattoos or piercings?:  he has a tongue piercing that’s in virtually all the time. he has his ears pierced but hasnt worn anything in them in years due to an infection scare. yeah lol he has tattoos. too many of them. TOO MANY OF THEM. ➥ what type of clothing are they most comfortable in?: like most people, jeans and tshirts. he likes skirts, too, and he and his mother often buy matching ones. he’s always been comfortable in whatever he wears, though. he was allowed to express himself however he pleased as a kid. ➥ do they have any enemies?: of course. a lot of them are dead but a lot of them are not. keepin him on his toes. also he fuckin hates his dad (: ➥ what does their writing look like?:  all caps and not particularly neat. ➥ what disgusts them?:  betraying family, hands down. family means absolutely everything to him and he can’t believe the things people let jeopardize that bond.

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lmao i probably already have a starter call but like this for a starter.

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                     CONSIDER: For every coin there is two sides.       A man is similar to this. Be wary. Be cautious. Be prepared.     I love you, sons. 

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Extensive research has concluded that this indeed, is the greatest line in animated film history.

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hardlytrusting.

         ❛  glad to hear it. ❜  brandt takes his seat directly across from the man, an air of confidence about him. he’s been in situations like this before, the feel of the room calculated to make sure there are no questions about just who wallace is. a necessary gesture, but brandt doesn’t have any problem zipping his mouth and taking orders. in fact, he’s eager to show off just what he can do.  ❛  you have a job in mind, yeah?  ❜

                 He starts the game and shakes his head at the table. “No. You tell me what you can do for me. You tell me your strengths and I put you where you’re needed.” He leaves out that if he’s unneeded, this is the last time they’ll ever speak because he’s sure Brandt understands that.

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hardlytrusting.

@mortintime​ because love me.

     call it a homecoming. 

     brandt hasn’t walked the streets of newark for some time now, too much history behind every corner, but he’s never been one to shy away from opportunity. wallace stick is something of an oddity; district attorney is a lofty title, but the man’s reach extends much further. brandt intends to make use of that, all in the name of mutual beneficence.      

     ❛  hope you don’t mind i’m early.  ❜

                 “Mmh.” A deck of cards is shuffled around and around in his tattooed fist and he lays out a game of solitaire. “Prefer it, actually. Have a seat.” Wallace nods his head to one of many open chairs surrounding the table. With the news of Wallace’s meeting, the parlor is ghostly empty. 

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ROBERT: I feel like the hole in the air bed that was patched ages ago and no longer leaks but is still blamed for the hardwood beneath your back in the morning. I’m such a likely fucking suspect. 

est. sep. 2016 - read rules for trigger warnings.

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trappmouth.

     “ ssh. “ a finger to his lips, a shushing gesture with little to no real potency to refute the accusation. it’s easier to play along. looks less guilty. “ you’ll blow my cover. “ 

                 He mimics the movement. “’m the king of secrets, Mr. Bond.” Heugh looks like the kind of man who would share the sentiment--- or at least agree with it. Seems like he keeps his mouth shut about most things, making him exactly the sort of company Wally endeavors for.

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guttersniper.

       mutt snatches the cigarette and begins to puff on it for himself, lifting one shoulder in a listless shrug. ❝ ‘f i die, i die. i ‘ate when people try’n act like ‘m life ‘s automatically more precious than anyone else’s. not sayin’ ya’ do that, ‘cause you don’t. ❞ or haven’t yet. ❝  i enjoy this life i lead now. ❞ even if it means all the darkness it brings, living by the edge of his teeth and having to carry weapons around with him everywhere he goes. he wonders if wally knows what that feels like.

                 He lets it go. “Good man,” he comments, blunt fingernails coated in chipped paint tapping a discordant rhythm against his watch face.                  “I’d go on ‘n say no one’s life’s more important but I’ve run up my hypocrisy quota, yeah. Take anyone’s life over m’family’s. Always number one.” He nods along to his own words then bobs his head from side to side until his neck gives a begrudging pop.

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poilineacht.

      ‘ small world, ’ he says. tommy hasn’t spent a single second in marseilles that he’s enjoyed, and he’d really rather not go back. he wonders, briefly, if he was there at the same time as le commissaire.

at the mention of family, tommy seems to tense slightly. it’s barely noticeable, but his fists curl and his face hardens. not something he really likes talking about, you know? ‘ no. just me. girlfriend’s a cop, though. ’

              “Good on her,” he commends, brows rising and head cocking. “Got to be a tough gig, yeah? Hours and such.” Maybe his own mother’s descriptions of what it’s like to be involved with a policeman are subjective, but he can’t imagine they’re so uncommon. In any case, he considers them a little brave and a lot foolhardy.

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guttersniper.

    ❝ well, yeah. or i wouldn’t be ‘ere. which, on second thought, might be a blessin’. wouldn't ‘ave t’ listen t’ ya’ preaching. ❞

              He taps ash. “You care if you live or die?” Not an accusation; a genuine question.

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BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

The morning always comes.

This will be your home, for now.

Look at you, you sorry drunk.

Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.

I’ve never been use to anyone.

I only wanted to help…

Your blood is tainted.

You shall not abscond your crimes!

Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?

This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.

I have no time for your petty lies.

I will never leave your side.

Your presence somehow soothes.

I only wanted…to be your….friend

Would you ever think to love me?

You let the blood get the best of you.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.

Too proud to show your true face, eh?

I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.

Please, just stop. Stop, please!

Of course…I do love you.

We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.

Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.

We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. 

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.

Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.

What good is your immortality now!

You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?

You hunters have got more blood on your hands.

Hunters are killers, nothing less!

You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!

Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.

You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.

Rancid beasts, every last one of us.

I should think you still have dreams?

But…do the gods love their creations?

May the good blood guide your way.

You know not the value you posses. 

The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.

If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?

What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?

Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.