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compared to the men that bought her most other nights, julian was an angel. a terrible person? oh for sure. full of himself? absolutely. but he’d never hurt her, he paid her way more than she’d ever asked him for, and he was intelligent enough to play games with her. he wasn’t a fool.

they’d just spent a long time in bed, both of them breathless and worn out by the time he finished, and while she had gone to take a quick shower and clean herself off he’d apparently made his way out to the balcony overlooking the state park below. it was dark, but it was warm and the sounds of the night were soft and soothing.

lydia pulled a sheer robe over her body, humming la vie en rose softly to herself as she leaned against the doorframe, watching him. when he motioned her forward she stepped out and cracked the door before pulling up a chair behind him so she could place a kiss on his spine and then gently start rubbing his shoulders the way she knew he liked. “what’s on your mind?” she asked him, her voice a warm murmur. “you seemed distracted when i arrived.” @noctvrncls

there is just something about the scent of the evening air, mixed with the dirt and damp that reminds julian of his childhood. more than anything, he hated going out to hunt with his father. in many ways, julian despised his dad and ironically, had turned out exactly like him. but that scent... that’s the scent of the hunt. jack found himself to be quite the hunter, though the chasing he does is quite different from that he practiced as a teenager. lydia is, in many ways, lovely. soft, warm skin and plump red lips, julian didn’t usually resort to money for sex. not since he was a young man, but something in lydia just begged for his attention.

she looks bewitching in the faint light from the room, robe draping over her figure. julian lets out a deep breath when she massages his shoulders. she wants to know what’s on his mind, and jack is very careful when it comes to actually revealing what he thinks. “business as usual, my dear.” the male turns in his chair so he can take a better look at her, the knuckles of his right hand caressing the inside of her forearm. “i apologize if i seemed distracted. i would never want to give you a subpar performance.” a slow smile tugs on the corner of his lips. “it’s just trouble, but thankfully, i’m used to it. what about you, my dear? were you distracted as well?”

#IV. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › interactions #V. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › featuring lydia #nsfw

strictgrip‌:

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 with their hand in someone’s purse. all the times practicing such an encounter in front of a mirror couldn’t prepare her for the real fuckin’ thing — — — heart began to beat outside of her chest profoundly, the sound ringing to her ears and causing her palms to sweat. for the first time in a long time, bonita soraya nasri found herself nothing shy of nervous. the cat had truly gotten her tongue. ‘ y-y ——— ’ a timid laugh escapes her, finding herself even more embarrassed than when she had just planted her ass on the ground minutes ago. she had to regain her composure without notice; taking a deep breath before looking in the eyes of the man who’s heart she broke. while her’s broke, too, to look at him not being hers. guess karma really is a bitch. ‘ yeah, i’m fine, tom. you, uh, look nice. you been doin’ good ? you look like you are. uh, sorry for bumpin’ into you. i just —— just don’t pay attention… ’ eyes adverted themselves to the ground as her rambles trailed off in a southern twirl. she couldn’t take looking at him for so long. not without diggin’ her shithole even deeper.

even the simple act of staring at her hurts. thomas has to focus all of his might to not turn his back to her and simply walk away. it’s just too soon to be exposed to a wound that hasn’t healed completely. it burns the corners of his eyes, anguish and rage, tangled and interlaced. but the o’malleys didn’t raise an impolite man, although a dishonest one. “fine, i guess. can’t really complain.” there’s a sort of apathy in his voice that he hates, but apparently it’s the only way he can control his emotions. “it’s no problem, don’t worry ‘bout it.” and then, feeling terrible for the way the conversation is going, tom lets a bit of his guard down. “i mean, you can back into a car like the thing isn’t even there so... it’s not like i haven’t seen you doing it to people too. does it hurt?”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring bonita

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she’s about to protest but he’s right. she doesn’t mind the company, especially his – not even after they’d both became sort of despicable people. there was a comfort in knowing that she would always have him, no matter what. instead, evelyn settle’s for a shake of her head, the ghost of a tired smile tugging at her lips. “ it should. it’s not good for business if it doesn’t. ” the joke comes with ease, green eyes focused on jack as she sips the remains of her wine. “ you are. i just expect a heads up, you know? don’t make me use the kitchen knife. ” eve saunters through the room, closing in the distance between them as she wraps an arm around him, falling into a quiet embrace. “ it has been awful – it’s looking up now that you’re here. ” she pulls back from him after placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, her gaze on his features. “ get comfortable. want something to drink? ”

julian welcomes the embrace, exhaling slowly. there’s a fragance that is so unmistakably hers, the smell of her signature scent with her skin that brings some sort of peace that he doesn’t deserve. but then again, he doesn’t deserve her, and yet she’s still here. the only fixture in his life. “well, you’re the best in the business, darling. the only one capable of spotting a problem with this is, well, yourself.” jack lays a kiss on her forehead, gestures that mimic a kind of routine that is so intrinsically theirs. “but it’s so much fun when you do use the kitchen knife.” his lips travel down to the nape of eve’s neck, his hands on the small of her back. “i understand. that if you have, well, visitors, it doesn’t bode well showing up uninvited.” the man takes a small step back so he can be swept up in her gaze, green eyes capturing him completely. “i’ll have whatever you’re having. that red looks good enough for me.”

#IV. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › interactions #V. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › featuring evelyn

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a smile grew on her face at the sound of his voice , ❛ i was planning on coming to see you after i got done here . ❜ she tossed her apple remnants in the trash & reached for a beer , tugging it out of the plastic ring , tossing it to tommy . ❛ don’t worry , i won’t tell if you won’t . ❜ she takes a sip of her own beer & moves closer to him , the familiar face just enough to brighten her long , dreadful day . ❛ so what did you manage to accomplish today ? ❜

“really?” thomas chuckles slightly, leaning further against the counter. he reaches for the beer and opens it up, drinks a bit and while it’s not optimal the familiar bitter taste brings some comfort along. “good, ‘cause i’d hate to rat you out to the owner of this thing, y’know. i heard she’s tough.” tommy gestures vaguely to the garage, oceanic eyes following hux’s movements as she settles closer to him. “not fucking much. i changed an old lady’s lock today. she was very nice and gave me a jar of strawberry jam. so a good day, i guess. you?”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring huxley

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lydia glanced up, a faint smile directed at tommy, before she continued trying to grab up what she could. he was fast, of course. he was faster than her at just about anything. “yeah, i know. typically i have a bag i keep in the car for groceries but i think isabelle got her hands on it for some reason. shocking, right?” she let out a tired chuckle and then unlocked her car so she could start tossing things into her trunk. there was a good portion of her purchases that were lost and she could already feel the headache coming on. maybe she could sneak some dinners out of the diner for the rest of the week to help out. the owner had turned a blind eye to it in the past. “oh. payment. right. i would go home and make you something but unfortunately my old piece of junk finally gave out. i need to wait for the mechanic to come check the engine.” she kicked her wheel lightly with the toe of her worn down converse. “so i guess i’ll just have to owe you for now.”

the expected reaction from any self-respecting adult should be disapproval, but thomas has a hard time keeping the admiration he has for izzie out of his facial expressions. in his eyes, lydia’s kid could do no wrong. curious eyes and quick hands, and if thomas wasn’t careful enough, he’d have a run for his money in the distraction department. “where does that kid even get those ideas?” he tuts, but it’s hard to conceal his amusement. “that’s okay, don’t worry ‘bout it.” the male waves away any talks of payment as he takes a good look at the car. “well, yeah, i’ve seen worse. but i’ve definitely have seen better. want me to take a look?” the question is delivered with a certain amount of hesitation. his dad was the one crazy about cars, but tommy picked up a few things from watching the old man work back in the day. “if it’s not too fancy, i think i could work something out.”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring lydia

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‘ tommy! ’ she exhales a sharp puff of air through her nose, heartbeat leveling. but only just. a familiar someone, after all. ‘ jesus. you scared me, ’ waving the arm in his direction for emphasis. ‘ listen. i coulda walloped on you pretty good with this thing! any blunt instrument will do in a pinch, y'know? ’ yeah. she knew. deenie grimaces, and she suddenly feels very foolish, dropping the makeshift weapon back into the pile. ambles down the rickety wooden stoop with her arms crossed, meeting him at eye-level. ‘ i don’t have a fuckin’ clue what you’re talking about. don’t own a television, ’ she shrugs, a smug little smile pulling at her lips. ‘ i’m not the hoarder, anyway. the woman who owned this place before us? it’s all hers. don’t think we’ll ever finish cleanin’ it up. ’ pushing at his shoulder with two fingers, ‘ beer. beer is good. but, ’ and she motions to the mess behind her. ‘ i gotta take care of this, first. i might have some cheap shit in the fridge if, ’ waggling her brows, now, ‘ y'wanna help me? ’

the idea of meeting his death via mannequin arm to the head seems completely absurd and still very much on brand for the particular kind of luck thomas had. “i mean... it’d be kinda hard to explain to the police why the hell you knocked me out with a damn arm, but also really interesting. so now i’m really wishing i was a burglar.” a quick roll of his eyes when she mentions not having a tv. “yes, you’re so cultured. unlike the rest of us swines who love to watch who the fuck did i marry and dance moms. i’m sorry if i don’t meet your standards, deenie.” the apology is delivered in a jocous manner as he settles by the counter, admiring the mess. “jesus. what if there’s like... a body in there? what if she’s the zodiac killer or the black dahlia murderer?” the proposition doesn’t particularly excite tommy, but there is a lot of old stuff scattered around the floor and ondine really looks like she needs a hand ------------ not a dummy one. resigned, thomas begins to collect the artifacts that deenie has decided to get rid of. “i’m such a good friend. i hope you appreciate that.”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring ondine

there’s a familiar taste of liquid rust in tommy’s mouth that he wipes away with the back of his hand. teeth bared and rough words exchanged, he doesn’t look like the mild mannered, friendly locksmith the town is familiar with, and okay, maybe he’s had a little much to drink. and maybe he heard someone defending the mad titan and what he did to criminals ------------- which meant they were also defending the fate of danny o’malley. so before tom could talk himself out of it, he had already head butted his way through a man’s broken nose, and prepared himself for the right hook he kept in his belt of secret abilities when sirens finally flooded the bar with red and blue light. “fucking hell.” tommy exhales and stays put as the men he’d been scuffling with give their version of what happened before the cops arrived. “look, i don’t know what that shit pudding told you, but i’m sure we can work something out, kay?” a blood stained smile replaces his current expression once he recognizes abe. “god, man. i’m so glad you’re here. these fucking fuckfaces, ya know?” ( @dysfcnctional )

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring hector #coppy boy i love uuu ow #violence tw #i guess

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closed starter for julian papen // @noctvrncls

closing a cartier necklace box, evelyn reaches for the glass of red that sat next to her on the wooden floor. scanning the piles of empty boxes, the steps are about to take her by surprise when she recognizes the familiar patterns of the person who has entered her apartment. the only person that up to this day, still owns a spare key, despite everything that had occurred within their lives. taking a long sip before talking, the words come quietly when she finally speaks. “ it’s not only very rude to show up uninvited, it’s extremely rude to sneak up on people. ” she scolds, turning back slowly as she rubs the exhaustion out of her eyes with her free hand. “ what do i owe the pleasure of this nightly visit? ” she questions, gaze going up jack’s looming figure before her.

“you never seemed to mind.” julian’s voice echoes through the hallway as he emerges from the door, confident steps while he saunters into eve’s apartment ------ the familiar configuration he could recite from memory, better than his own estates. never really having trouble find somewhere to live in, but always haunted by the emptiness of it. jack figured out long ago that he’s not the best at being alone. it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear being alone, but he often felt like that whenever she wasn’t around. everything was void of color and substance without eve’s presence. julian takes the box into his hands, opening it and evaluating the other’s work. “looks just like the real thing.” a chuckle before setting the necklace down and turning to the woman. “i just missed you. am i not allowed to?” the male raises an eyebrow. “you look tired. rough day?”

#IV. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › interactions #V. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › featuring evelyn #i love u bithc

strictgrip‌:

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 nothing remained but a few streaks left of her meal. a crimson - stained mouth took glass to lips for a small sip, putting down the cup with lipstick leaving a mark, while a ten dollar bill was tucked under the salt shaker. a sincere wave was given to the staff of the diner before she began to make her exit ——— an honest grin present amongst pretty features. the gleam was short lived, for not even a second after she had walked out the door, her body ended up colliding with another and sent only her completely on her ass. ‘ well ‘shit, ‘bout time somebody laid me on my ass. you okay, sugar ? ‘didn’t mean to crash into ‘ya like that. ’ bonita jocularly commented, picking herself up from the ground and wiping off any dirt remnants that stayed glued to jeans.

atlas is a small town, which didn’t bother thomas o’malley until recent events. he does his best to stay down, mind his own business and avoid bumping into trouble. but sometimes, trouble just so happens to literally run into him. “ah, fuck.” tommy exclaims when the breath is knocked out of his chest for a second, and then when he actually registers the familiar face of the woman in front of him, he’s torn between the smile that comes so easily when she’s around and the sudden tightness in his chest. “oh... i’m fine. it’s okay.” tommy is contemplating helping her up, but bonnie is already back in position as if nothing had happened to her. “you good? you look okay, at least.”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring bonita

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Post Malone - Stay

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#III. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › music #V. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › featuring evelyn #ELLA WHY

the idea of this arrangement is alien to thomas. the man can’t remember how exactly it had started, but surely enough after spotting her a few times around the neighborhood, something clicked in his mind. it wasn’t like him to take action and do something when it didn’t involve him directly, but watching her moving around like that was heartbreaking. through the confident façade, thomas could see a little more. approaching mel wasn’t easy either, but maybe she recognized in him the same desperation of wanting to belong that she perhaps felt. his fingertips are cold as he lets himself in through the front door, and he blows a warming breath against his hands but he always feels so damn cold in this town. “mel?” his voice comes out a little bit croaked. “hey, i brought stuff i thought you’d like. y’know. not much, just a bunch of candy really. and then some bourbon. and a few cds. they told me they were good at the store, but i’m not really sure. i guess they were just trying to sell them at any cost cause who the fuck still buys cds nowadays, right?” tommy has to remember himself to stop talking when he finally makes his way towards the kitchen. a smile taking shape on his lips when he finally sees her. “hey.” ( @lavenderpressed )

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring melinoe #wow we did it i finally wrote one (1) starter

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈.𝐃. : / / [ jon hamm + cis-male + he/him ] — julian papen? oh, you mean jack! they are a forty-seven year old public relations director known as the handler. i heard some sketchy stuff about them, like how they can make anyone’s problems disappear! oof, no wonder the mad titan was after them. to be fair, i think they’re ingenious + comely, even if depraved + licentious. did you know? their big secret is that redacted. all black outfits, jacket collars turned to the wind, edward hopper’s automat.

folks!! *claps hands* it is i once again because i have very poor self control and i decided to pick up another character sadly :/// well sadly for y’all anyways cause imma bother y’all again for plots. but! without getting too much into it, let’s just talk abt jack

#titan:intro #violence tw #wow this is garbagé

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#II. I’LL BE YOUR ANIMAL › visage #and i oop

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it was absolutely incredible how life could compile a collection of tragic events and make them all happen on one day. lydia had woken up to isabelle with the stomach flu, her own stomach churning at the sight and smell of the mess she had to clean up, and from there things had only gotten worse. after work and a series of rude customers she’d made her way to the grocery only for her car to sputter and die in the parking lot. so she called and left a message with the mechanic who didn’t pick up and she went and got her groceries anyway. and that’s what led to her kneeling in the middle of the wet parking lot, trying to collect the fruits and cans that rolled away from the paper bag that had burst at the bottom, a look of complete and utter dejection on her face. she glanced up when she noticed a pair of feet hurrying towards her and she cleared her throat quietly. “i think i’ve got it, thank you though.”

“oh, i’m not here to help. i’m here because i almost slipped on a banana peel.” the male is quick to kneel down, helping lydia collect the provisions to the best of his abilities ----------- which were not many. half of the stuff seemed damaged and tommy frowned at the splattered fruit remains on the pavement. “shit, you gotta love these brown bags, right? like, i get the no plastic policy, we all love turtles, but this thing is so thin i can see through it.” he wraps up the work quickly, hands moving fast and certain as he puts everything he can salvage in piles. usually he’d have pilfered a thing or two, but not from lydia. “there you go. no need to thank me. i only take payment in the form of beer or baked goods and you have neither, so, you’re in trouble.”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring lydia

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❛ we’re closed . ❜ huxley calls out as she organizes the last remaining of tools that she had used earlier in the day . she was so ready to get out of here & go grab a beer or study for her next mission . she was tired , it was well past midnight , nor could she remember the last time she had ate . she takes another bite of her apple & spins around , eyeing the person that stands a few paces from her . ❛ may i help you or are you just gonna continue to stalk me ? ❜

“stalking is a strong word and my parole officer doesn’t really appreciate it. so please, refrain from using it or i’ll have some explaining to do.” the joke comes out in his usual staccato and tommy doesn’t even think before leaning onto the counter and flashing a small smile towards the mechanic. “come on, aren’t you happy to see me?” rough fingers pull up a six pack of slightly chilled beers and set them down in front of her. “i’ve come bringing you tidings of comfort and joy.”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring huxley #me quoting christmas songs in a reply in may

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‘ damn. ’ ondine grunts a little, struggling with another box of the junk maggie, that old bat, had left behind in her passing. how many years later? and they were still cleaning out shit she’d scrupulously stashed away. ‘ helluva hoarder, weren’t ya, mags? ’ she mutters to herself, dumping her armful onto the front porch alongside its cardboard brethren. takes a moment to stretch — letting out a long, weary breath — when, out of the corner of her eye, she notes what might be someone unfamiliar skulking about. ‘ hey, uh — can i help you? ’ calls after them, tensing instinctively, brow furrowed. ‘ museum’s closed for th'evening! ’ grabs blindly from the nearest box, pulling out a mannequin’s arm, fuck, to defend herself with. where the hell was her brother when she needed him?

running stained fingers through his hair in an half-assed attempt of looking slightly presentable, thomas draws a deep breath. he’s fucking exhausted, hasn’t slept in a couple of days working on this new project. he just needs to sit back, drink a couple of beers and fall asleep for maybe three days. “are you really going to attack me with a dummy arm? bold.” he’s slightly startled, eyebrows shooting up on his forehead a little but the worried expression swiftly turns into a smile. “i was wondering if you’d like to go out for a few beers but don’t let me get in the way of” a quick look around to really assess what’s going on. “whatever the fuck you’re doing in there. you want me to call discovery home and health? you know they pay you to be in that hoarders show, right?”

#IV. I WANNA END ME › interactions #V. I WANNA END ME › featuring ondine

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈.𝐃. : / / [ jake gyllenhaal + cis male + he/him ] — thomas o'malley? oh, you mean tommy! they are a thirty-five year old locksmith known as the jack of all trades. i heard some sketchy stuff about them, like how they break into big corporations! oof, no wonder the mad titan was after them. to be fair, i think they’re appealing + jocose, even if halting + dubious. did you know? their big secret is redacted. cheap warm beer, empty motel rooms lit by neon signs, oil stained hands.

hey my name is ron, i’m 23 and i have a basketball game tomorrowwww. i know vine intros aren’t what kids do anymore but whenever i introduce myself it’s all i can think abt i’m so sroyury. anyways. i’m excited to b here, it’s been a minute since i last rped so yk, i’m rusty. but i’m also here to love all ur charas. now let’s talk abt this fucking idiot aka tommy o’malley.

#titan:intro #violence tw #me when thinking abt an intro: havin ideas galore beautifully put together sentences #me writing said intro: how u write shchedule??

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