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ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ / ᴇx﹣ᴀssᴀssɪɴ . . . . . . ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴ
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original character created by me. human with adaptable verses
This account is mutuals only.
Mature themes ( more so violence, less so smut ) will be present.
Find me on leroiloup ( main ) & lesviolents & dimitribelikov
Message me for my Discord.
» created and chronicled by JT / 25+ / PST
RILEY AND I ARE LIKE ROSS AND RACHAEL : WE’RE CURRENTLY ON A BREAK. I SHALL RETURN EVENTUALLY …
❝ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ. ❞
「 Here it is : the post I’ve been dreading making this whole time. I’ve put it off, thinking it wouldn’t come to this, but I can’t keep letting the guilt I feel eat away at me. The thing about me y’all should know is that my writing moods come in phases. I’ll be happy for like 2 years or so to spend all my time on the computer and write. And then out of no where, I find I can’t focus at all and be on the computer for that many hours in a day. Then eventually, the writing mood comes back and I can dive in again.
Basically, I’m at that stage where I just can’t sit and focus enough to do the long, multi paragraph style replies right now. It takes a lot of energy and my mind just isn’t there. This doesn’t mean this is how it’ll be forever, but for now, I’m gonna put this account on a break. Yes, Klaus and I are gonna take a page from the Ross and Rachael playbook.
This muse is still loud. I will eventually be back, I just don’t know when. You all have been amazing and I cherish all the threads I’ve had and friends I’ve made. Thank you to all of you for this amazing and wild ride.
I’m still around on Discord. I’ll be doing smaller RP stuff there, little group things, and at the risk of contradicting everything I just said, I’ll still be active on @dimitribelikov. Just not the same type of activity I had going on here. If you still want to stay in touch or do smaller RP things with me, hit me up. This is not me closing the door on people or ending this chapter in my life. We’re simply… on a break.
Stay original, loves. ♥ 」
「 This applies to this account as well. Riley will be continued on Discord and will eventually come back here, but for now, I’m stepping away from tumblr. 」
seesgood :
She figured she deserved that. Considering she’d asked Damon the same thing when she’d first found out about vampires. Still, it earned him a small eye roll. ❝ Do you play fetch and chase your tail? ❞
The easiest way to dispel awkwardness was through banter, and Riley went for the opening he saw. A cocky grin spread across his features as he shifted his weight to something more comfortable. ❝ I’ve been known to chase quite a lot of tail in my life, ❞ he replied. ❝ Just, you know, not my own. ❞ After a quick wink, he turned a bit more serious. ❝ So no sparkling. Noted. And relieved, actually. Are there a lot of your kind around here ? ❞
「 yo yo, here’s the deal ! I hate doing this, but I am feeling a little spread thin lately, so I’m gonna be doing a sort of soft reboot of his account. that means I’m dropping most of my threads, unless I’ve talked to you. we can still keep our plot line and pick it up later as I start to get more momentum again. not like we have to start at 0 again, or drop each other as partners. I just need to thin out my drafts. my muse is there but my motivation to write is a bit shaky.
if you’re super duper in love with our thread, there’s no shame at all in reaching out to request we keep it. I definitely respond to excitement for threads. otherwise, I’m gonna be dropping most of what I have currently.
I’m still around, though. I’m not going anywhere. I love this dash so damned much ! it’s just a bit of a slow progress at the moment. 」
Someone, jokingly: Haha I kinda ship our OCs
Me:
@shcftingpieces
j-reau :
On the run, they rarely got time to kick back. Either the were on the road, or tangled in each other in a hotel room, or stuck on high alert. But it wasn’t often that they felt safe enough – far away enough – to truly kick back. They’d been in this town a little while, quietly blending in, resting at the hotel, and even now visiting the local bar for just a few drinks and to scope out the locals. Just in case. It had all been going well and easy until the very moment it wasn’t. Until she watched Owen turn from the man she trusted to something animal, a killer with dark violence in his eyes and a gun in his hand, staring down the screaming bar patrons. We don’t hesitate. He said it like it’s a prayer, like a mantra.
JJ had been on her feet in seconds, the bar stool falling to the floor as she did. She shoved past a man who insisted ladies stay out of it. It was probably well intentioned but JJ didn’t have time to be underestimated. She could see it on Owen’s face, the brokenness. It wasn’t animal – it was programming.
“Riley…” She stepped forward, stepped into the crowd with her voice low and gentle. “Riley it’s me,” she spoke gently, holding her hands out, trying to calm the people around her. She wasn’t just speaking to him. She was speaking to them too. “No one here wants to hurt you, Riley. No one here is a threat.” She looked around, as if to confirm to the rest of the patrons that what she needed from them was for them to do exactly as she said. “It’s me, Riley. JJ. Look at me. Look at me. Why don’t you tell me what we have to do? We’re partners right? Are you going to fill me in or what?” It was a stall, but JJ hoped it would stall them long enough to ease him. Fighting against his programming was only going to make him angry. It was better for her to play along with it, until he could see clearly again.
The poor man on his knees looked up at Owen, his eyes widening when he heard the gun cock. Resolute in his mission, and ready to obey orders, Owen’s finger moved to squeeze the trigger –– but before he could, he heard a new voice. It was enough to give him pause, confusing his already addled mind. She was so familiar, but why would she be there ? Why would she be in the training room ? It didn’t make sense –– -
‘Partner’. That was a word Owen knew. Yes, of course ! JJ was his partner. They had to help each other, though with what, he couldn’t figure out. It was as though the answer were right there –– reality was just within his grasp –– but kept slipping away every time he held on. The gun in his hand shook slightly and two different factions of his mind began to war with one another. He blinked and finally, painfully slowly, he turned his gaze to the blonde. ❝ I have orders to–– I have orders –– - ❞
The words suddenly sounded foreign to himself, his voice cracking with sudden doubt. There was something about her crystalline eyes that warmed him, letting him think that with her, he’d be okay. Cheap bedsheets and the smell of coffee. Those were the things his mind went to when he looked at her. They were comforting, and they were real. ❝ I don’t have orders, do I ? ❞ Looking around the the room, it was as though he were seeing everyone else for the first time. Then his eyes rested on his would-be victim and panic surged through him. In a quick, precise move of his hand, he disarmed the gun, pulling the slide away and separating it into two, useless pieces. They clattered to the floor and he took off running, needing to get outside where hopefully there would be air so that he could breathe. Owen didn’t make it far before doubling over in the parking lot, his hands on his knees as he tried to make the world stop spinning.
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shcftingpieces :
Riley wasn’t exactly unflappable against Blair’s assertions about how she’d like things to go but he took it in stride well enough, agreeing to wait on explaining his real connection to Mack. It was a relief she wouldn’t have to fight him on it. She tried to not dwell on whatever odd feelings there were when he said there wasn’t anyone waiting for him back home. Blair didn’t wish him a solitary life although she also she wasn’t sure how much she wished him a part of hers just yet, while there was no denying he would be now. She was prepared to lay down some more guidelines, but then shifted gears and asked her a question so earnest she felt something clench in her chest. “Yeah, of course. I mean, I want you to,” she answered, some of the guards she’d put up coming down and softening at the realization that she couldn’t ask for more than the sincere commitment he was trying to offer her. Blair did her best to dial back from the 10 she’d been running at since Riley had showed up at her door. “We’ll be a team. She can be hit or miss with strangers, but we’ll make it work.” It was one reason she didn’t want to tell Mack right away, and since Blair hadn’t exactly prepared her that there was a possibility her father could show up one day. She went back to her beer and forced herself to stay present instead of running through all the things she’d need to explain to Mack.
“So you have a dog. That’s something new about you,” Blair smiled. “Let me guess not some tiny one either. You don’t seem the type. If you bring pictures, she’ll love that. All animals.” She didn’t want to play twenty questions with him or anything but it was odd to be having a discussion with someone she still knew so little about. “Please tell me one thing,” Blair said leaning in. “Please tell me you didn’t go to Duke, because if I had a kid with a Blue Devil, I’m not sure there is any coming back from that.” She said it with a much lighter air than the majority of their discussion but she was genuinely hoping he wasn’t. She could only be expected to take so much in a night. “We’re Tarheels in the Drake house.”
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The worry etched into Blair’s features weren’t hard to notice. Although Riley felt relieved that she had agreed to let him help, he could see that his presence had only created so many more questions and problems for the single mother to deal with. He couldn’t lie : the former soldier-turned-assassin knew nothing about being a parent. Yet dedication, self-sacrifice, and complete commitment were traits ingrained into his very DNA. Riley had no doubt in his mind that he’d stand by Blair’s side, and do everything it took to keep their daughter safe and taken care of. A small voice in the back of his mind reminded him that that might entail him leaving again –– saving Blair and Mack from the risks that came with his past. Pushing the thoughts aside, he decided to wait to cross that bridge. He’d managed to stay off the grid well so far, and aside from one job just over four years ago, he had no ties to Wilmington. There’d be no reason for anyone to look for him there.
Feeling the mood start to lighten, Riley allowed himself to relax –– somewhat. He grinned at the brunette’s mention of his dog, nodding in agreement that Betty certainly wasn’t a tiny, yappy thing. The idea that Mack loved animals warmed his heart, but just before Riley could tell Blair about his dog, her mood shifted again. His own smile faded as she seemed to have a grievous question on her mind. Yet the moment it was revealed, Riley actually gave a short laugh. ❝ Don’t worry, you’re safe, ❞ he answered, lifting his beer. ❝ West Point. Hooah ! ❞ Taking a drink, he tried to recall whether or not she knew that he was US military. He was sure that never came up before, and he’d been careful to hide any details about his personal life from her, no matter how small. Setting the beer back down, he pulled out his phone. Finding a picture of his german shepherd, he held the phone up for Blair to see. It featured the massive dog attempting to sit daintily on a dog that she’d clearly outgrown. ❝ I bought her a new bed, but she refuses to acknowledge it. ❞
「 I know I have people waiting on shit from me, but … -vaguely gestures at everything- 」
i was named after the most famous outlaw that ever lived, BILLY THE KID, and billy the kid was the fastest gun in the west. and he was an orphan, just like me. from new york. and he went out west and he survived on nothing but his wits and his b r a v e r y, and nobody could catch him, ‘cause he was just TOO SMART and too badass.
then what happened? pissed off the wrong people. they killed him for it.
he was b e t r a y e d by his friend for money and fame.
independent + highly selective BILLY RUSSO from netflix’s the punisher written by lia.
「 Happy Valentine’s Day from Riley and me ! 」
► @j-reau gets birthday things !
It wasn’t often that Riley had the opportunity to really dig into the kitchen and cook, but JJ’s birthday was the perfect occasion. He knew how much she loved to indulge now and then, and he figured that she’s well past earned the big, greasy, and sugary brunch on this cold, February day. With the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins playing through his stereo ( he’d once caught a peek at her very outdated iPod and saw more than a number of their albums listed there, and chose the band in her honor ), he flipped the blueberry pancakes as bacon sizzled in the skillet. There was fresh snow outside, but was warm enough indoors that he didn’t even need a shirt –– hips moving to the rhythm as he hummed along. Hearing approaching footsteps, Riley turned to see the woman of honor finally awake. He grinned at her. ❝ Ah, the special agent finally graces us with her presence, ❞ he teased. As if on cue, Betty got up and trotted over to her, licking her hands. ❝ Happy Birthday, darlin’. ❞
「 excuse me while I take a minute to express my love for this soft boi 」
name/nickname: JT
gender: tl;dr: I dunno, man
sexuality: bisexual
star sign: pisces
birthday: Feb. 25
favourite bands: AC/DC, Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Dorothy, Kaleo, The Pretty Reckless, Led Zeppelin, Queen
fave solo artists: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin,
song stuck in my head: Not Dead Yet by Devora
last movie: American Assassin, but I’m watching Peppermint right now.
last show: Marvel’s The Punisher
when i created this blog: Jan 2, 2021
last thing i googled: retro lightning bolt background
do i get asks: nope
why did i choose this url: Riley’s codename was The Operative, but the Latin version just seemed cooler as a url. plus it was available without doing funky spelling to it.
average hours of sleep: I have no job and bitch loves her sleep okay
lucky number(s): 13 and 3
instruments: is mayonnaise an instrument?
what im wearing: black yoga pants and a Fleetwood Mac shirt I got when I saw them live recently.
dream trip: new orleans and france
favourite food: eggs. any style. close second is pizza
favourite song: Hendrix’s rendition of All Along the Watchtower
top 3 fictional universes id like to live in: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, anything where I get to be some sort of combatant
tagged by stolen from : @j-reau tagging : any and all !
JAY FUCKIN TEE. I’ve told you a thousand times how much I appreciated how welcoming you were when I first joined the TVDverse RPC on Hope. I genuinely thought people were going to be shitty and weird and unresponsive to legacies characters and you were anything but. Since then, it’s been a fucking ride in one way or another but we’re really still out here and I am so thankful for that. I have loved getting to watch you explore new characters, blossom in your love for your multi and now your OC. I’ve loved getting to know Owen as you do and all of our shared rambles about whiskey and classic rock. I’m so fortunate that you’re someone I can always keep it real with, and so glad that you trust me enough to come to me with shit and that we can always talk it through. Those are some of the most important things to me. Just as YOU are important to me. I hope you never forget that I think you are an absolute joy to write with and I’m so glad that we met. Happy Valentine’s!!!! - @operativae
💛 JJ CELEBRATES 500 FOLLOWERS/WRITES VALENTINE WEEK LOVE 💛
「 just a reminder, I’m still on a short hiatus. it’s doing wonders for my mental health tbh, but I absolutely plan on returning soon. I love y’all !
( in the meantime, I’ve been more active on @dimitribelikov, in case anyone needs me ) 」
