filthy animal

An indie multi-muse blog by Boots featuring canon muses from american horror story, crime shows, video games, && more. also features paranormal && lgbtq original characters.

[pigwithpersonality]

manickittcn‌:

It’s the look. That fucking look. If Richie could bottle it up, he would. Take it out whenever he was depressed. Wearing it as a fucking winter coat. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this antagonism throughout the years, until it was staring him in the face. “It’s right there.” Richie reaches up, pinches a place on Eddie’s chin. Little Hypochondriac Eddie has stubble now. Poking the bear is easier than admitting Richie has feelings. “You’re a fucking trainwreck, dude. Is that what happens when Myra sits on your face?”

“Oh, ha ha--very fucking funny. No, this is what happens when Bowers sits on my face. With a knife.” It’s healed--somewhat--but the scar is going to stay and there’s nothing he can do about it. He squirms out of Eddie’s touch, smacking the other guy away. 

They’ve always been a little, uh, physical with each other, but lately the proximity feels dangerous, somehow. “You’re welcome. By the way. Where the fuck were you? Playing footsie with Mike?” 

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“I don’t know.” Richie’s nose scrunches. He feigns disgust. The ruse is barely concealed, but he’s content knowing that the words will be like an 80s song on the radio, stuck in Eddie’s head. “Looks infected to me.” || @pigwithpersonality

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And he comes all in, immediately on the defense, because Eddie has not other mode: “Listen, nutsack--if I get a flesh-eating disease, I’m spreading it to you. Might do your face a fuckin’ favor.” 

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afraidofchange:

@pigwithpersonality - con’t.

 “I wasn’t aware you were going to be on my arm all night. Otherwise it’s no contest,” Anne laughs, leaning back against the door frame to her room. Her pensive stare eyes the dresses again, finally down to just two. “Which would you pick and why?”

“Sure. I’ll be orbiting. Someone’s gotta keep your glass full.” Until an attractive woman caught Jules’ or Anne’s eye...but they’d cross that bridge if and when they came to it tonight. Jules drops one dress, lifts another. “This one,” she states. “Because it’s on the left. You ever hear--it’s not what you wear, but how you take it off?” Jules shrugs. “We’re already beyond fashionably late, and it’s not going to matter if we don’t show.” 

--One of their mutual friends is getting married, and while Jules isn’t a fan of weddings or the construct of marriage, she is a fan of free drinks, bridesmaids, and an excuse to wear a nice blazer. 

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@fionagoode | con’t from this ask.

Samuels likes her tea. 

He’s always been a fan of Southern culture: the hospitality, the proud history, the sharp smiles, bless her heart, saints and sinners, black and white, divide and conquer. It speaks to him. 

Which is maybe why he gets along so bizarrely well with the woman across from him. They should have nothing in common. But here he is--every time he’s on the job in her neighborhood, and some days he’s not. Sitting across from her, humid, sweating in the heavy uniform blazer, sipping her tea. Her kid--the creepy one, the live one--is...somewhere. Creeps him out. His eyes flicker to the door every now and then, as though waiting for her to pop in. 

Almost makes him uncomfortable as Constance’s brief show of emotion. He never knows what the hell to do with a crying woman. He shifts in his seat.

“--Then who would feed me?” he counters. Voice flat. Neutral. Eyes dart once to her staircase. Those stairs he climbed right before he shot her kid. 

--Samuels is nothing if not a glutton for punishment. 

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‘yeah, but— which one’s going to make me look young?’ (anne to jules! )

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“Uh--me. Obviously.” Jules snorts a laugh, holding two dresses that Anne has spent an hour? two? trying to decide between. Then arches her eyebrows. “Do you want me to chose for you? ‘Cause I will.” 

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‘jealousy is an ugly emotion and only for the weak.’ (For Will, from Audreys genderbent verse!)

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"Ha.” To Will, it’s a single sound. A bitter, half laugh. He adjusts his glasses. “Trust me--I make more money in a day than your skinny ass makes in a year. I’m perfectly happy with what I have, thank you very much.”

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'did you just push me?' (augustine ! )

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“I nudged you. Gravity did the rest.” They’re playing a game of who gets rid of the body this time, and Augustine can’t step on consecrated ground anyway, so. He gives Moby a hard nudge into the cemetery and tells her: “Just toss it in a tomb and be done with it.” After all--the last place people tend to look for a body is an actual graveyard. 

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      → GREEN WING EP 1.01.

‘he said you were a bit unreliable.’ ‘yeah, but— which one’s going to make me look young?’ ‘people will possibly die as a result.’ ‘you know, i could damage you quite badly for wasting my time.’ ‘will she be too tall to get through the doors?’ ‘jealousy is an ugly emotion and only for the weak.’ ‘i had to spend the night in my car, so…’ ‘that’s because it wasn’t funny.’ ‘you only don’t find it funny because you know very little about imaging techniques.’ ‘you can’t make me laugh by poking me.’ ‘just… heed me.’ ‘i’m like a loaded catapult.’ ‘it makes men look like a sad, desperate species.’ ‘you probably think it’d be better if everyone was a bit more like you.’ ‘sorry, sorry. was that a comeback? not that i heard you; i was about twenty foot down the corridor, but…’ ‘you’re not as young as i thought you’d be.’ ‘yeah, over my rotting cadaver— i’d rather see pins in my eyes, frankly.’ ‘just seeing how you deal with stress.’ ‘bet you can’t eat the coffee.’ ‘i’m gonna eat the coffee.’ ‘go and kick him.’ ‘i’ve seen you and i’m so astonished by your beauty that i can’t speak.’ ‘you look like you’ve had your head beaten against a rock fifteen times.’ ‘guess you were just following orders.’ ‘oh, and just so you know— i always fuck on the first date.’ ‘i did have a rather disturbing lesbian dream.’ ‘your shoes are ringing.’ ‘a man made your sandwiches this morning?’ ‘he thinks we’re not sexually compatible. we just lay together naked.’ ‘you just have to be nice.’ ‘i was gonna say see you around, but i don’t hang around in gutters.’ ‘i think you’ve got a few unresolved conflict issues there, mate.’ ‘nobody buys a jet ski.’ ‘no airline in the world will let you bring a jet ski.’ ‘do you always carry so much stuff with you?’ ‘i have a lovely smile when i smile?’ ‘he takes all the fucking jelly and hides it ‘cause he knows i fucking like it.’ ‘that fucker’s gonna get it.’ ‘i’m lurking.’ ‘did you just push me?’ ‘it was actually self-defence.’ ‘when people are bullied it often creates a cycle of violence.’ ‘can’t really do smiley faces on death certificates. it looks a bit insensitive.’ ‘you don’t often honour us with your presence in here.’ ‘it’s always me saying nice things about you. might be nice if you reciprocated.’ ‘might be nice if i had my exhaust pipe checked now and again.’ ‘you tell me; you’re the joke expert.’ ‘i think i’m going to have to kill you.’ ‘you may be thinking i’m comparing my penis to that of a corpse.’ ‘can you try and be just a little bit more professional?’

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ooc:

Hi frienditos! I’m not really here (because I’m NEVER really here), work keeping me busy, but I do miss this as a creative outlet and would love to do some short, thoughtless things. Plus I miss interacting w/ all your super amazing characters. So feel free to throw me memes, random character questions, that sort of thing. Or let me know if you want me to go through your ask meme tag (if you like this or something I’ll take that as permission to raid your ask memes...otherwise I don’t wanna throw memes at someone who isn’t down with me ghosting all the time!). :)

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skymma:

“Who’s the smarter one?” she throws back at him, one hand on the strap of her messenger bag that crosses her chest, the other hand on her hip as she grounds her stance when she meets his eyes. If he’s challenging her, she’ll meet that challenge. “The ones who are just pretending like nothing’s happening and who are loose cannons set to blow, or the ones trying to understand and control it?”

That’s why she’d been down there. To try to understand what’s been happening to her, the changes in both body and mentality, the level of control. Nobody ever goes down there that time of night - usually - but of course there’d been some dumb party and she’d been spotted … but she’d been careful.

She is careful.

Far more careful that Linc, who has no place to judge her. 

Tanja doesn’t back down. Which is...annoying. He prefers things that roll belly up and submit when you show them a little fang. But Tanja? She stands her ground, squares her shoulders, and looks him in the eyes. She’s not backing down. It makes the hair at the back of his neck prickle. He wants to snap at her. Hit the wall. Rage. Anger is always churning inside him, right under the surface. 

Instead, he says: “You know what? You’re right. I need to get more in touch with my animal side.”

He tilts in and adds: “Let me know next time you go out into the woods. Maybe I’ll come find you. Bring a friend to play.” He flashes a smile, but it’s all teeth--a warning. If he catches wind of her skipping around the woods again, he might just sic his bear on her and tear her apart. As he moves to leave, he nudges her roughly with his shoulder, knocking her into the wall.

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‘ should we just get this over with? ’

@mxdulatcr | ask meme | accepting

“Oh--no, take your time,” Ori calls out as he reloads his pistol. “I enjoy getting shot at.”

He’s crunched up behind a stone wall, practically buried in his knees, and still he flinches down when a shot rips through the stone and hits the wall across from him, spraying dust. He grits his teeth and shots Ahna a look, who’s still twisting the wires of the explosives together. Ori is good with a gun, but he’s better when he’s charming, manipulating, and not...in the trenches like this. 

“Sooner than later, yes?”

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skymma:

She can practically feel herself bristle, even though there’s no fur on her body. He’s right that there had been, two nights ago. He’s right that she was the wolf. But he’s wrong because she’s only ever been herself, and if Linc’s too scared to accept who he is, that’s not her problem. 

“What are you going to do, tell on me?” she asks, glaring at him and taking a step back so she can walk around him. He can play the threat card as much as he likes. She’s not scared of him.

(Except she is, and a bear can kill any lone wolf, but he can’t know that the thought crosses her mind, and she can’t act on it.)

“Nobody’s going to believe you. And there’s no need to act like a goddamn bully.” 

“Tell on you? And I thought you were supposed to be the smart sibling.”

She’s ducked and woven around his arms, so now he folds them across his chest. Feet planted into the ground. Strong stance. Don’t fuck with me. Everything about these animals is in the body language. 

“You put us at risk. You get that, right? Me. You. Your brother.”

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“Pick up your worries and throw them out the window.” (chaos -> mason)

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Mason lets out a near laugh--heh--it’s the most humor he can muster with sleep-deprived eyes and a bad case of sluggish disassociation. “Yeah--think some people might object to me throwing my kid out the window. That hasn’t been cool since...what. Michael Jackson?”

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‘  sharing is caring? meh, go fuck yourself.  ’ @ augustine

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As the shifter digs into her human meal, the hungry vampire feels that familiar itch. The ache in his gums as his fangs swell. A spot of blood has dripped onto the stone steps and Augustine finds himself shamelessly wiping it up with his finger and putting it to his lips, licking, tasting. “Mm. Not my type anyway.”

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“We argue all the time.” (from Sam to Aveline)

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“And is that...fun?” Aveline cocked her head at the other woman and knit her eyebrows. They were in that rare moment of the night, when everyone at the girls’ bar had maybe one too many drinks and it made them all unbearably honest. They sat outside, Aveline with a beer dangling between her knees, and the she shook her head. “I don’t mean to offend, it just...doesn’t sound like you’re very happy.”

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‘ i’m not part of his little charade. ’ tanja @ link ooo

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“I think you are.” Before Tanja can go far, Linc plants his hand on the wall, using his arm to block her in. She’s not running from this. Robin? He’s easy--he’s on the same page. But his sister...she’s proving to be a bit of a challenge. “Unless that wasn’t you...the rare wolf sighting by Elmswood Creek.” He leans in just enough to sniff her: “--Cause you still smell like river water.”

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"Why do I always end up bruised?" (From Raleigh to any character you want)

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“--Probably because you’re crap at blocking.” 

Wolfgang twirls the baton in his hand. The other pilot is on the ground of the practice room, clutching his gut. Wolfgang isn’t particularly smooth or quick, but he makes up for it with blunt force. Case in point, Raleigh’s current state. 

Wolfgang is one of the few temporary pilots. A rare bread of pilot who is compatible with just about anyone. So when one of the pilots are down...Wolfgang fills the empty spot and keeps the jaeger moving. 

But there are still growing pains. He and Raleigh have some kinks to work out. 

“On your feet, angel boy.” Wolfgang holds out a hand. “Again.”