* DOLL / FACE !

[ravanreyes-deactivated20180531]

That’s hilarious.

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

[mtrny-blog]

& selfsaving ;

               THAT  EXPRESSION  LIKE  IT’S  MADE  OF  MISCHIEF  ALWAYS  SITS  WELL  ON  MEG.  coupled  with  the  finger  under  his  chin  it  might  actually  be  just  a  little  bit  intoxicating.  ryan  hopes  he  isn’t  going  red.  ‘cause  he  sure  feels  hot.     “   yeah   ?   ”     god ,  he’s  definitely  a  little  bit  red  ——  he  can  feel  it  around  his  neck.     “   well ,  we’ll  see.  maybe  all  the  hot  chicks  will  be  put  off  ‘cause  they  don’t  know  your  glitter - removing  trick.   ”     one  thumb  dips  into  the  pink  paint  and  draws  two  thick ,  clumsy  BATTLE  LINES  along  each  of  meg’s  cheeks  before  she  can  protest.     “   we  probably  look  super  dumb.   ”

she can see his BLUSH and it just makes her smirk even more SULTRY.  ❝  just an excuse to show them in the SHOWER then, isn’t it ?  ❞   she chuckles but her seductiveness is interrupted by thumbs smudging against her cheeks. she SPLUTTERS before giggling again.   ❝  at least you KNOW my best colours,  ❞  she grins. the colour MATCHING the heart tattooed under her eye -- DOLL FACE’S signature ( though she was AMAZED she’d gotten away with being a model while having it, the power of make-up, eh ? ).   ❝  DUMB ?  no way !  maybe you in your DAD JEANS but either way, we look cute.  ❞

[crownink-blog]

❛     you  know  how  they  say  you  only  hurt  the  ones  you  love?    ❜  a  pause  as  calloused  hand  brushed  against  worn  features,  words  uttered  from  a  combination  of  frustration  and  guilt.   ❛     well,  it  works  both  ways.    ❜  

starter call  (  accepting !  )    /    @mtrny.

[mtrny-blog]

meg hadn’t been paying any PARTICULAR attention when geoff had come and sat in the armchair in the living room. she’d been absorbed in her emails. HOWEVER, his words caught her attention causing her head to turn and brow to raise.  ❝  WHAT’S HAPPENED ?  ❞  she asks, not at all sure where he was coming from. 

[hellenickiller]

Mad Queen Meg

[mtrny-blog]

💏 can I slip this in?

k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !32. to wake yours up  

                     one of the UPSIDES for being so close to the mad king is that she’s been trusted enough to have access to his private labs, his office, even his home. PURELY, for ‘ professional ’ reasons, of course. however, meg turney NEVER misses an opportunity when it’s presented and since she has ACCESS to the mad scientist in ways that others do not, she FULLY takes ADVANTAGE of it. at present, she’s CRAWLED over him while he’s been sleeping, straddling and sitting on his stomach. she’s got EVERY CHANCE of getting herself hurt by doing what she’s doing but it doesn’t stop her. she’s likes to toy with the mad king as MUCH as he likes to toy with others. after all, isn’t TURN ABOUT meant to be fair play ?  

she leans down, her red hair DANGLING to the one side where she’s swept it out the way, allowing her to duck down and gently brush her lips against the mad king’s. she HUMS at the same time, grinning like the cat whose got the cream.  

she presses their lips together PROPERLY after he’s begun to stir. it’s PLAYFUL in nature, almost like a child pecking at a parent’s lips -- albeit, there’s NOTHING remotely innocent about their working OR personal relationships.  

❝  wake up, SLEEPY,  ❞  she chuckles, hands RESTING on his chest so that she can attempt to push him back down if he goes to lunge at her for daring to enter his personal chambers and waking him up in such a fashion.  ❝  you’ve got a MEETING in less than an hour with THE ARCHITECT.  ❞  

[mtrny-blog]

💏 uwu

k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !21. in danger

                  before she’d even done it, meg REGRETTED it. this was a dick move and she wasn’t sure julianna would be FORGIVING her, not any time soon. yet, there was nothing else the mercenary thought was able to be done. her ONLY saving grace was that the kiss she was bestowing on julie’s lips was GENUINE -- to an extent. she cared DEEPLY for the other which is why, in the middle of a gang fight, meg had grabbed the other and pressed a FORCEFUL kiss against her lips. forget the gunfire around them, the BOYS had them covered. meg’s eyes were OPEN as she began to drive julie backwards, never once separating their lips as they stumbled towards the get away vehicle where jack was waiting and SCREAMING for people to get in.

there was no getting in. NOT YET. not until the numbers had been thinned and when they got close enough to the car, meg SHOVED julie into the backseat and SLAMMED the door shut. jack must had known what meg was up to the second she saw the two women kissing and heading AWAY from the fight because once the door was closed, jack hit LOCK so there was no chance of getting out.

❝  i’m not gonna APOLOGISE,  ❞  meg bellowed of the sound of bullets EXPLODING from chambers, through the ringing in her ears from being close to so many of them. ❝  you NEED to get outta here and let us take care of it,  ❞  she added before turning tail, not giving a chance for julie to respond or staying to listen to the SCREAMS OF PROTEST.    

[mtrny-blog]

💏 ( from jack or Geoff, whoever you feel pips )

k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !20. on a scar

                 to say meg LOVED scars was an understatement. if anything, she had a bit of an OBSESSION with them. she considered every scar as a story, one to either be withheld or SHARED at the discretion of whoever bore it. regardless of if the tale was shared or not, she ADMIRED the marks on any human body but most notably of those who she CARED for. she’d been lounging around with jack, contently lying on her stomach on jack’s bed, flicking through a magazine while jack was trying on various outfits, finding what was MOST SUITABLE for an upcoming job.

it was only when meg looked up, while jack was switching shirts, that the currently blonde haired ( a WIG for a job, of course ) mercenary noticed a scar on jack’s shoulder. one that looked like an EXIT WOUND. meg was instantly on her feet, bouncing over towards jack and coming to stand behind her. as always, meg was CONSIDERABLY SHORTER than the other. hell, she was EVEN shorter than jeremy. she rose onto her tip toes, at first just fingers tracing the mark until a few seconds later, they were replaced with her LIPS.

❝  tell me what happened ?  ❞   she asked, completely INNOCENTLY. there wasn’t an ounce of ill-intent in meg’s body when it came to jack. no want to know JUST to tell others or to use it as leverage in some way at a later date. just PURE intrigue and wish to know the older woman better.    

[mtrny-blog]

💏

k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !17. to distract @crownink

                    whenever the LADS wanted something that they knew geoff nor jack would approve of, they usually turned to RYAN for help. alas, ryan was on a job and so they turned to the next best thing. MEG. why ?  because you’re just a female ryan ! as jeremy had PROCLAIMED when she’d asked why they’d come to her. she’d just rolled her eyes and shaken her head BUT she had a soft spot for all the lads so she’d agreed to help them. after all, they weren’t asking for a lot, just a DISTRACTION. well, distraction meg could do. 

she knew geoff wasn’t as STUPID as many in los santos tried to make him sound but one thing she COULD count on was his chivalry. pretend to be the pretty lady ( even MORE SO when one of geoff’s own crew ) in need of HELP and she’d be able to supply the lads with their opening. of course, being at a BAR, when the MAIN members of the crew were celebrating a good store robbery made it easier. meg, who normally freelanced and helped them a little on the side, was only there because she’d been CALLED and asked to join them. 

for the lads BENEFIT, she played drunk. stumbling towards geoff and GIGGLING, her hands grabbing his face and squishing it like he was a baby that she was playing with. then came THE KISS. it wasn’t brief in nature, she DELIBERATELY prolonged it so that the lads had all the time in the world to ESCAPE and go on the rampage they were desperate to go on.

when she was SURE that they’d had enough time to leg it, she pulled back. STILL GIGGLING and slurred her words.  ❝  hiiii geoff,  ❞  she breathes out, her face staying close to his. ❝  you look vgery hapndmose today.  ❞    

[mtrny-blog]

💏 YEET

k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !40. because the world is ending

                 when they WOKE UP, they had both known this was the end of the world. at least, the world they knew. both were SURVIVORS, born & bred but that didn’t mean much in this hell pit. where ryan was a STAMPEDE, meg was a MOUSE. as much as she longed to stay by his side through what could be their LAST moments in this plain of existence, she knew that they’d be better off apart. there were some here who claimed STICKING TOGETHER was the key to survival but meg reckoned it was just like los santos. this was a DOG EAT DOG world and you had to leave your loved ones to keep them safe.

there were TEARS prickling in her eyes as she crashed into ryan. her hands GRIPPING his face and tugging him down to her level ( which was nearly an ENTIRE FOOT down ). lips met his, tinged with desperation. for meg, as she kissed him with all the PASSION & FORCE she could muster, time stood still. THIS would be the moment that came to her mind when the last bit of life ebbed from her body, when she was HOOKED or MORI’D. 

the kiss didn’t last as long as it felt BUT when it did end ( with much reluctance from the doll ), meg rested her forehead against his. the tears she’d been FIGHTING back began to pour down her face but they were silent. if she’d learned anything during their time together, it was that silence kept them alive in ALL situations. she’d learned to MUFFLE her cries of pain, of sadness, of agony but that had never meant she didn’t feel them STRONGLY.

❝  i LOVE you, you giant dork,  ❞   she whispers, just as much URGENCY in her voice as there had been in her kiss. ❝  promise me, you won’t play HERO for anyone. save YOURSELF and meet me by the EXIT GATE...promise me...  ❞  

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[mtrny-blog]

& gangrieve ;

    `       y’ got me there.      `                    ray  points  his  silencer  at  meg  and  promptly  sticks  it  in  his  backpack  so  she  couldn’t  beat  him  over  the  head  with  it .          it  was  true ,         he  probably  shouldn’t  have  smoked  as  much  as  he  did    —-    but  it  didn’t  interfere  with  his  work  before  and  that’s  why  he  has no  intention  of  backing  down  from  this  fight          (& also he’s having a little fun).          `     you’re  like  three  feet  tall ,       what’re  you  gonna  do ?      SLAP ME    ?    `

                it’s an INVITATION that she cannot REFUSE. small, she may have been BUT she wasn’t gonna put up with anyone’s shit. ESPECIALLY NOT RAY’S. without a second thought, her arm is thrown BACK and then slammed forward, CONNECTING with his cheek. creating a RESOUNDING and satisfying SMACK sound. the offending hand then comes to rest upon her hip, as does her other hand. eyebrows RAISED and look stern as she stares at him.   ❝  height ain’t a PROBLEM, you punk ass BITCH !  ❞

[mtrny-blog]

& gangrieve ;

`      UH  ?            YEAH IT IS  ?      `          ray  kind  of  wonders  if  they’re  going  to  need  to  take  their  glasses  off  to  kiss:        he  leans  in  and  tries  it ,      straight  on ,      and  they  end  up  clacking  against  one  another  loudly ,      followed  by  his  own  laughter .       amusement  trickles  down  his  spine  electrifyingly  and  quick ,    spreading  a  tingly  feeling  all - through  his  thighs  and  arms .           ‘       you  didn’t  even  watch  the  notebook  you  noob ,      what  do  you  know  about  romance ?     `

                she gives him a playful SHOVE as their teeth clack, laughing along with him. though, she DOES lean up and return his gestures of affection but planting a kiss at the corner of his lips.  ❝  you mean that DOUCHE BAG not taking no for an answer was meant to be ROMANTIC ?  ❞  she questions with a slight roll of her eyes.  ❝  do you find it ROMANTIC because you can relate to him as a person ?  ❞  she teases, her hands snaking up to rest on ray’s shoulders, fingers gently gripping at his hoodie.  

[justamegturneyfan]

💙💙💙

Photo by Martin Wong

Heart You 💜

[mtrny-blog]

“ my biggest fear is that i will end up telling you everything ”

not much a poet but a criminal // accepting !

             a CONCERNED frown becomes etched onto normally joyous features. she’s KNOWN ryan a long time, been CLOSE to him for just as long. so, to hear him sound so OMINOUS and FOREBODING, like it’s going to be her undoing is extremely concerning. ❝  what ELSE is there ?  ❞  she asks. she had been so SURE that she had known ryan as well as she knew the back of her own hand. that they had spent HOURS whispering to one another in the dark, discussing their deepest secrets AND everything in between.

❝  you know you can tell me ANYTHING,  ❞  she tries to reassure him. to REMIND him that everything he tells her remains with her until she’s six foot under.  

[nikkodakota]

vagabond + detail close ups

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