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nicolette.bad girls do it better.high def version (x)

aaaaa this is the most purple aesthetic i’ve ever done i think–! i’m sorry i’m not too familiar with her, so i hope this is alright in the slightest! hopefully we can rp and fix that!!

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pictaudjat:

SEND ME A ‘🎨’ FOR AN AESTHETIC OF YOUR MUSE.

( NO LONGER ACCEPTING ! )

I’m bigger than my body I’m colder than this home I’m meaner than my demons I’m bigger than these bones

nicolette   ( @nicawlette )

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venuzing:

❝dont tell me u believ in dat soulm8tes shit. u juzt dont luk da type❞. actually, he knows she’s not the type to believe in that soulmate bull just from what he already knows about her relationship to bill. you don’t end up related to a cryptic, highkey manipulative dude like that and come away with a belief in something like fate.

hell, you don’t even come knowing a guy like yv and leave thinking fate was real, either. he certainly doesn’t believe in the phenomenon, much rather opting to believe in shit like coincidence, luck, or just plain determination, at least when it comes to one’s own actions. because the rather sudden appearance of nicolette’s boyfriend, the gun god simply chalks this up to coincidence, but it won’t stop him from poking around in the lovebirds’ business.

chuckling at nicolette’s joking attempt to come off embarrassed with her secret being found out, yv leans against the bar counter and rests his head on his hand, delighted and endeared.

❝hel yea u already have!❞ and just like that, he poses from his seat, the light shining in through the windows doing well to capture his ethereal beauty. gud looks? chek. big mony? hela chek. gunz–

wait, did she say guns? now that one just had to be a coincidence. nonetheless, he jumps out of his seat and floats on over near nicolette as if getting closer would get more information out of the conversation.

❝so he makin bank offa gunz? i respect dat. now all dat tellz me is dat u got a gud, expnsive eye n did well 2 pick u inta ma crew.❞ not that he’d kick her out if she wasn’t specifically into these types of people, but it just gives him some comfort that birds of a feather flock together.

       ❝ Whaaaat? Are you saying I don’t look like the kind of delicate           soul that dreams of fateful encounters and love at first sight?           I’ll have you know I have the heart of a FAIR MAIDEN! It’s           very FRAGILE. ❞

     With palms splayed across her chest, pressed against the spot her surely aching heart beat beneath, Nicolette feigned offence at his disbelief. No, of course she didn’t believe in such childish ideas. At this point, it would be impossible to hold innocent faith in anything, let alone in the UNIVERSE — who proved to be nothing more than a very CRUEL being. She couldn’t possibly blame Bill’s influence either, although it’d be so much easier that way. Life had simply been too cruel to her, and there was nothing that crushed naive belief quite like a traumatic childhood.

It seemed BLIND OPTIMISM had never really been in the cards for her.

Whether misfortune left her worse or better off for such a lack of conviction, she did not know, and by this time it was too late to care. Things were as they always would be, and nothing short of a MIRACLE would change that ( as it was, people like HER didn’t get miracles ).

       ❝ Isn’t it ADMIRABLE? He re-built the company from scratch after           it was run out of business! I guess the FOOLS that ran it before           him weren’t nearly as QUALIFIED. It’s bigger and better than it           used to be! He did it practically on his own! ❞

With each glass tucked into place, a rag soon found itself within her grasp as she moved to wipe down the bar counter. If given the chance, she could’ve sang the praises of Atlas Corporation and its ❛ GENIUS ❜ CEO all day, and now that Gun God had encouraged her obnoxious fawning she probably would. He seemed interested now, but there was no guarantee it’d last with her talking his damn ears off.

       ❝ Choosing ME has never been a mistake on ANYONE’S part.           I’m a BLESSING! ❞

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A long night

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kusamochilover:

Hajime was dabbing his forehead with a napkin at that point in time, trying his best to block out the obnoxiously loud music and clinging to Nicolette’s voice for guidance. She had come up to the bar to check on him. Meanwhile Hajime had shot down that act of kindness by telling her: ‘If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK.’  How immature, even for him. 

“Sorry, that was uncalled for. We’re all professionals here.” As professional as one could be with only a few weeks of bartending experience, that was. Hajime enjoyed working here, he really did, but on nights like these when everything seemed to be out of his control he wondered why he still had this job. 

The face Hajime pulled when Nicolette suggested for him to take a breather certainly wasn’t his most attractive one. It was sweet of her to offer her help, but he was stubborn. He would have declined her proposal if the walls hadn’t been dancing in front of his eyes much like their guests. 

“…Thank you, I’ll leave the bar to you then. I’ll be back shortly.” And with that Hajime went straight to the men’s room to wash his face. In there the music was just muffled enough to empty his mind. The water cooled his head quickly too.

He could do this. It was already deep into the night so they would be closing soon. He slapped his cheeks to pump himself up, but not hard enough to leave hand prints on his face. Just a bit longer!

As promised, Hajime returned shortly, but perhaps to Nicolette’s surprise he took place on the other side of the bar just as the guests she had been entertaining left with their drinks. He made himself comfortable on bar stool before turning to face her.

“No drinking on the job for me, but amuse me for a bit?” Having a casual conversation with a person he knew (even if only barely) calmed him down in situations like this. “I won’t keep you long. They are waiting for you and I should be doing my job, so just for a bit, please.”

     Although their interactions previous to this had been brief, it hadn’t been all the difficult to gather that her fellow employee was a boy full of UNEASE. The pressure of the job seemed to constantly leave him jumpy and on edge, but there was something about how his distress remained ingrained within his personality even during non-work hours that told her it was a little more than simple social anxiety. Perhaps like her, he’d been through events in this life that left him plagued by the creeping sensation of paranoia always at his back.

He was just shit at hiding it compared to her, apparently.

Whatever the cause, it’d be easy enough to spot his rising stress levels from a mile away, and she’d endured plenty of her own meltdowns to know that he was seconds from boiling over. Her decision to approach him had less to do with compassion for his situation and more to do with saving face for the business. If Hinata decided to lose his cool and have a nervous breakdown in the middle of the club, it would certainly look bad for all of them. And if there was one thing she was here to do, it was ensure that NOTHING occurred within these walls to make Yung Venuz look bad.

With all the CALM and GRACE of royalty she’d made her way over to the bar, as she often did, smiling at patrons who seemed only vaguely concerned with the antsy bartender behind the counter. She brushed away his apologies as he made his escape.

Despite being the club’s security, she slipped easily into the role she’d temporarily adopted in Hajime’s absence, mixing drinks and flirting up customer’s until they’d completely emptied their wallets. Part of her PITIED the poor kid who YV had clearly hired without any experience, but she also admired how quickly he’d adapted to the position. She had to RESPECT his ability to acclimate into such a chaotic environment.

       ❝ Well, look who’s back. It’s good to see yer no longer sweating           all over yer nice uniform. And I think I can finally relax without            fearing you’ll snap attack our customers. ❞

Flashing him an amused smile, she served the last of the guests before turning to give him her full attention. His request came as a bit of a shock, but left her feeling FLATTERED nonetheless. It wasn’t often that people craved her company for such innocent reasons, so she supposed it couldn’t hurt. Leaning casually against the bar, Nicolette began to pour herself a drink as a laugh slipped past her lips.

       ❝ You sure about that? Might help you loosen up a bit. You take            yourself too seriously, kid. And I mean that in the nicest way            possible. ❞

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deadeeye:

     McCree had always thought of himself as something of an expert at reading and remembering people. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or the pretty face in front of him, or hell, maybe he was just getting plain old rusty. But something about the woman before him struck him as familiar, despite that he couldn’t say where from. He figured for sure he’d recall meeting a woman like her. His first observations were that something about her was distinctly catlike– whether it be the grace with which she moved, or the confidence exuding from her posture and demeanour, or maybe her sly indifference when she plucked his drink away as if it had belonged to her all along.

     And not to mention that voice. Hitting his ears as soft as silk, it was such a sharp contrast to the thumping bass and bright lights that surrounded her. No, a woman like that belonged on the stage of a high-end bar, singing sweetly and charming the audience to her every beck and call with movements as smooth as the jazz that played. Something was familiar about all this. Not a single soul could forget a woman like her, and he’d certainly met his fair share– she was dangerous. But had his scrutinizing look that accompanied this realization shown at all on his face, it was quickly replaced again by a trademark lackadaisical smile.

     “Well now, consider me charmed. And here I’m usually the one sweepin’ folks off their feet.” He chuckled, not leaning away or looking away in the slightest when Nicolette moved closer to reach past him. ‘ Bold ’ was certainly the best description for her behaviour, alright. He twisted around to grab his second drink from the bar, his eyes only leaving her’s for a brief moment, and when McCree spoke again it was with the glass raised close to his lips. “Wouldn’t y'know it, I’m lookin’ for a gal. Got my suspicions that’s she’s a real pretty li'l thing. Not unlike yourself, darlin’.” Was that a wink? Perhaps it was, but it lasted for only a split second before he tipped his head back to take a swig of his drink.

     “Maybe she’s shy, but for the life'a me I couldn’t get a name outta her. All she’d say was for me t’ find her here. Y'wouldn’t happen to know anythin’ about that, would you? Seems an awful strange place t’ meet a fella you hardly know. Unless, of course, y'know the place better.” Did he have enough evidence against her to be pressing her like this? Of course not. But just call it a hunch.

       ❝ Well, that sounds like quite the PREDICAMENT you’re in. I give           you my deepest sympathies for your plight. ❞

Sounding far from EMPATHETIC, Nicolette leaned casually against the bar, eyes never once straying from his as a hand lifted and motioned once to the boy behind the counter. He seemed to understand, quickly preparing a drink. She waited with all the patience of a predator stalking its prey, gaze intense yet amused as it silently challenged her companion to question her poor facade. She knew he wouldn’t, just as he knew she wouldn’t give up her carefully fabricated act of innocence so easily.

What would be the FUN in that?

There was nothing she loved more than a good GAME between unlikely opponents, and it was so rare to meet someone who could match wits with her as easily as he seemed to. Both of them were holding a full hand, neither intending to fold anytime soon. It was impossible to decipher the meaning behind their respective poker faces, but that’s what made things so EXCITING. She wondered just how much more he’d allow her to raise the stakes before calling her bluff. Frankly he seemed just as content playing his role of ignorance, but he’d come all the way here just to find her, hadn’t he? Just the thought of being caught in the act sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

       ❝ Oh, well I’m sure she’d LOVE to hear that from you directly.           something tells me she enjoys being admired. ❞

As endearments continued to filter into the air between them, she shivered and lifted the glass she’d been handed to her lips, grinning behind it. He really knew how to play his cards right, she had to admit. That drawl of his voice, as sweet and smooth as HONEY, made her a little weak in the knees. If she weren’t so stubborn, she would’ve fallen victim to the copious amounts of charm he so effortlessly exuded from his person by now. Lucky for him ( and he certainly WAS lucky, to be on the receiving end of her attention ) besting her would prove a little more difficult than whispering a few sweet nothings into her ear.

       ❝ Shy? What an interesting assessment. Is that the kinda girl you’re           into, Handsome? A shy little butterfly? An innocent flower? Maybe           you misunderstood your mystery mistress. You won’t find anyone           like that here, sweetheart. But... ❞

Pausing as if to CONSIDER her next words carefully, she once again invaded his space, dragging a manicured nail just barely down his chest, tone casual and INVITING.

       ❝ Maybe I can help you out, IF you ask NICELY~ ❞

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venuzing:

the employee’s reaction did not go unnoticed by yv, and as much as nicolette always tried to come off composed in front of him at any other time, he knew that he had hit something quite serious here. he almost thought she was damn near ready to drop the tray in her hand too, though the thought of replacing the glassware didn’t phase him at all; he’s getting something worth much more than a couple thousand stardust. ( don’t worry about him using it against you in the future; the gun god is just quite the glutton for gossip. )

what yv doesn’t expect is nicolette’s rather… embarrassed approach to the question. he hadn’t even thought she was capable of suffering embarrassment, but he supposes there wasn’t much opportunity to shine under that light until now. at any rate, she seems open to the question, expression brightening considerably with her response.

❝musta been f8 or smth if ur bf came 2 visit,❞ yv muses, though he makes sure not to come off as anything other than entertained by the coincidence. everyone’s appearance here in stella city had seemed to be random up to this point and the arrival of nicolette’s apparent boyfriend could be just the same, but who knows? it could’ve just as easily been willed by sheer want and determination.

he is impressed nonetheless, shown in the form of a light chuckle that most others rarely see. ❝so u jus got a thing 4 gud lookz n big mony huh?❞

       ❝ I guess we’re just BOUND by destiny! Is this what all the cheesy          shoujo manga call... SOULMATES? ❞

     In the act of playing COY much like the protagonist of a romantic comic, her hands placed themselves against her lightly flushed cheeks, face turning away shyly. The graceless snort that followed suit all but crushed the charade of innocence she had pointlessly adopted. Although her heart would flutter at the mere mention of the company man, she wouldn’t consider herself the blushing school girl in love. She certainly lacked the SHAME associated with such a pathetically pure persona.

While his amused statement could've brought forth many relevant questions and demanded some consideration, Nicolette opted not to divert her attention from the topic at hand. After all, whether it was coincidence or intentional, finding out would likely prove unimportant in the long run.  Why look a gift horse in the mouth anyways? Not everyone was LUCKY enough to meet someone they knew here.

       ❝ Ohoho~ is my TYPE that obvious? Are you saying I already know           someone else that fits such a description? ❞

Grinning in her boss’ direction, the tray of glass found itself within her hands once again and she made her way behind the bar to return them to their place. Surely he was correct in his assumption. HANDSOME features and WEALTH definitely summarized what she was often drawn to, but there was more to Rhys than that. She couldn’t describe him in such flat, boring terms.

He was so much BETTER.

       ❝ You’d like him! You’re both involved in the business of GUNS and           MONEY. No wonder I wanted to work for you. Man... am I really           that PREDICTABLE? ❞

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rhysanova:

rhys would be lying if he said that the air around them didn’t suddenly grow heavy with anxiety the second they had moved somewhere less crowded. one would think that a change of scenery and being away from a dense sea of people would have the freeing, calming effect on most, but you’d be surprised at just how differently this particular pair do in a variety of situations. perhaps it was just because of the question posed to nicolette, or just a myriad of other issues she had been bottling up since her disappearance from pandora a while back.

❝ yeah… i don’t actually remember how long it’s been, either. l-like the exacts of it, i mean. it definitely… felt like a long time. ❞

unhelpful, he knew, but he shakily placed both hands on either of nicolette’s shoulders, and nervously bit his lip upon feeling the subtle shaking and tenseness in her body. he almost hated himself for keeping the calm air about him while nicolette was struggling to keep it together, though he found the contrast to their usual behaviors a bit of a cruel irony. god, people must be thinking ‘ my, how horrible of a boyfriend he is! he doesn’t look fazed at all. ‘ but of course he was fazed! just… he had other ways of showing it, and under different circumstances, at that. 

❝ n-no! i– i could’ve figured that much.❞ the small reassurance, as flippant as it was, wasn’t meant to be patronizing or as if rhys was attempting to downplay the seriousness of nicolette’s worries. he knew full well what he meant to her both as a boss and a lover, and her disappearance was easily something that was chalked up to some otherworldly force more than something done of her own volition ( something that was already quite familiar for the CEO ). at least then he would’ve received word about it from her mouth directly in some way, shape, or form.

❝ hey hey, i’m here now, aren’t i? ❞  he interjected as soon as nicolette’s thoughts turned to beating herself up for things out of her control. it was just another point at which their personalities diverged, or maybe rhys had just been used to dealing with shit that was completely above his pay grade and out of his hands. it helped, nonetheless, at times like this, and allowed him to squeeze the other’s shoulders as a comforting gesture. it reinforced his corporeality in this moment, something that he and nicolette seemed to need right now. ❝ n-nothing’s happened and we’re both here – wherever here is, uh – but. i know you wouldn’t have left, or… whatever. my point is that we’re okay, i think. ❞

     It certainly hadn’t been her intention to crush the HIGH they’d both experienced in each other’s newfound company, but perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that his mere presence allowed her that moment of genuine emotion. Neither of them had ever been very good at such displays of honesty, and although Rhys tended to be easier to read than her on more than one occasion, he knew how to wear a mask when it mattered. Putting on an act was a defense mechanism both of them were quite familiar with, and probably the only real PROTECTION they’d had in their very different ( and very DANGEROUS ) lives.

Even when they were together, it had been a rather difficult learning process. It’d taken months before masks could fall away with the same thoughtless ease as they did now. She had personally struggled remembering that it was okay to rely on Rhys when it came to problems rather than a bottle that promised to make her forget. Admittedly, working in the nightclub upon her separation from him had set her back a bit from real progress, but this wasn’t the time to address her being a so-called ❛ ALCOHOLIC ❜. She’d already done enough to ruin the mood, after all.

       ❝ You say that like it’s so simple... ❞

The company man’s attempt at reassurance did little to ease her mounting worries, but enough to revive the smile that had died from her lips moments earlier. The weight of his hands on her shoulders was a comfort all its own, grounding her to the HERE and NOW. Mourning the past was a bad habit she’d long become accustomed too, but it came with no benefits, just endless grief. There was certainly enough already to stress over, why mourn losing him when he sat before her as real as before, words tumbling from his mouth in the same stuttered fashion she was so accustomed to.

Relaxing as his grip tightened, shoulders slumping considerably in DEFEAT, she allowed tightened fists to unfurl, nails retreating from the crescent shaped marks in her palms. In response, her fingers wrapped around his wrists, thumb gently brushing over the veins underneath the skin of his remaining human arm. If that speech of his was supposed to make her feel confident in their mutually confusing situation, he’d failed considerably. Thankfully, she hadn’t fallen in love with his skills ( or LACK thereof ) as a motivational speaker.

       ❝ You THINK? Oh I feel way better now. ❞ A grin. ❝ This could be HELL           for all you know. We could be suffering ETERNAL DAMNATION for           our many SINS, if you know what I mean. ❞ Haha, wink.

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❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞

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       ❝ Who knows, maybe I’M a reptilian! ❞

     If she could’ve, Nicolette would’ve kept the act going with some perfectly timed blood magic to further prove her nonhuman background. Sadly, Stella City had taken away that opportunity the moment they’d blocked out her unnatural abilities. She loathed to think about how heavily she’d relied on them for the punchline of a good joke ( just as much as she’d used them for PROTECTION ).

Oh well, she was still a SNAKE in every way but physical.

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❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞ 

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS ≫ NOT ACCEPTING

       ❝ Why not try just letting it out, then? I mean people will          definitely think yer outta yer damn mind, but who gives          a shit? ❞

     Looking him over in mild curiosity, Nicolette hummed as she thought over his statement. It was understandable, of course. She knew better than anyone how agonizing it felt to bottle up unwanted or anxious feelings. She could scarcely name the last time she’d ever gone out in public without wearing a fabricated MASK of confidence and control.

It was awfully EXHAUSTING.

       ❝ Here, like this: ❞ Inhale. ❝ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! ❞