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ERA AESTHETICS ↳ World War II, America. 1941 - 1945
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I was in the mood for doodling but I took it farther than I thought I would
vespxr:
Probably not the best thing for her to be asking. After all, she was still in the very comfortable tourist stage of her time in the city, finding her way around slowly, still trying to be blissfully naive about crime and the sort. Such accidents were a sharp reminder of morality, and from that moment, her evening had taken a strange turn. “ You see, I am new here to the city, just arrived from London and still trying to find my way around. Perhaps I shouldn’t be asking so many questions on such a sensitive issue, ” she could laugh off almost any situation, even one that was leading her to being quite lost.
But then he was introducing himself and, ingrained manners led her to accepting his hand, giving it a quick shake. “ I might just take up the offer then, if you are sure. Miss Lynd, thank you Detective. ”
So she was from London then? It made sense, considering the way she was dressed, her accent, her composure - entirely unlike the average hardened Los Angeleno. He was glad to see that she would accept his offer, nodding as a smile bloomed on his lips. Hopefully her experience in the city would provide happier memories soon enough.
“Ahh, are you new to the city then, Miss Lynd? I’m sorry that this must have been a less than stellar introduction to the city of angels.” he said apologetically. “In that case, please, let the officer escort you. And here.” he said as he reached into his pocket and offered her his card. “This is my card. Feel free to give me a call if you’re in town and want your own personal tour guide. I grew up here, and I know all kinds of spots to have a good time.” Stefan admitted he might have been laying it a bit... thick.
L.A. Noire - Cole Phelps being an asshole
Amirite?
Anonymous requested Stefan at the 111 club
rollingsnowsmasher:
ALWAYS A strange STRANGER, the moment she steps out from home. A shrug from him was but met with a teasing smile of her own. With jest, she would then reach a single mitten up to his jacket and gave it a brief and light pinch. A thoughtful expression done for play– well, originally for play. But at that small mention of a cooler fabric than that of wool, the child could not help but wonder as she tapped the other hand upon her chin then, “Oh, rea-leh, bro? What’s it call– oh!” Back to business, so it would seem.
“M’name’s Itsuki, bro! … An’, ye don’ gotta worry none. Ain’t da first time uhf been on m’own… Naw real-eh, ahhhh will m’way round dis ‘ere fanceh city, in due time.”
She reached up and pinched the fabric of his coat, definitely a surprise and a reason for him to flinch, considering it was the side of where his gun was holstered. But clearly the girl was interested with the make of the blazer and so he had to think about his answer.
“Oh, ah, it’s a cotton blend... I think?” he wasn’t really the kind of guy to know this sort of stuff. He just bought whatever fit and wasn’t too pricey. Then she stated her name and he just watched her with a careful eye. She was definitely Japanese.
“Itsuki, I’m afraid I can’t really have you wandering around these dangerous streets. Any chance you have a guardian I can contact?” He said as he reached into his pocket for his card. Could always give this to her if she continued to refuse his help.
verbundet:
The taste of his lips was something she can see herself always craving for. Her actions of kissing him as quite questionable, but Helene was intrigued if he would kiss her back or completely resent her. Though, it seemed that he enjoyed it, wanting more of her kiss when she eventually breaks away. And still, once she removed her lips from his, his hands were still upon her. There was a small silence between them, foreheads pressed together before she gently rubbed her nose against his.
“And here I thought you would PUSH me away.”
“Thought about it.” he said simply as he opened his eyes. She rubbed her nose on his, the touch warm and inviting. This would definitely be the part in the picture where the woman would draw a blade.
“Also thought about how this sort of stuff only happens in the movies. I think if it should ever happen to me, maybe I should let the moment happen.” He smirked and gently pulled away from her, his hand still remained on her cheek, looking at her with a sort of curiosity and wonder. The dame was gorgeous. Honestly. Eyes that could pull you in, skin clear as day, some sort of sharpness that came off as ominous confidence.
“If I asked why you kissed me, I won’t get a straight answer, would I?”
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five word prompts / @badgeheld / accepting
It was immediately clear to Stefan that the war hero, newly minted detective Cole Phelps thought that he was above him. Just the first few interactions together, Stefan had already pegged the golden boy as intense, straight-laced with a teacher’s pet complex. Fine, he could work with that. Bekowsky knew that he was considered a pushover. He knew was the type that others thought they could step on until they realized he pushed back too. So this was him, pushing back.
“Hold on, Phelps. That’s something I should be saying to you. Leary tasked me with you so I can take you under my wing, and here you are flouncing around like you own the place. We’re supposed to work together on this, partner.” The last word coming out of his mouth bitterly.
“ I know you’re itching to nab this guy, but I’m still suggesting we go back to the bar and see if we can get some more juice out of the bartender.”
deducemethis:
The moment Scout heard the doorknob jiggle her heart skipped a beat and panic washed over her like a violent tidal wave. Had it already been an hour? ! She swore up and down this wouldn’t take so long to figure out. Just slap some color over her lips, cheeks, eyes, and draw a stupid line along her lashes. It should have taken all of 10 minutes! Other girls seemed to do their whole face in a one two punch, yet here she was, sat on the floor infront of the stand up mirror, with a mess of make up products in front of her and on her face.
“Uh. Hi- fuck.” She breathed, scrambling to lean over and fruitlessly hide her mess from Stefan. She felt like an idiot, she -looked- like a idiot. The red on her lips just looked odd, was her mouth actually lopsided? She swore she went exactly over them. Her blush would make a marionette jealous and the shadow on her eyes were patchy and looked less ‘sexy and sultry’ and more ’ I haven’t slept in two years and I just stuffed my ex lovers corpse under the bed to keep him forever ’. Along with that, she now had a passionate new found hatred for drawing lines.
She sighed, giving into the pointlessness of trying to hide what she was doing and sheepishly looking up at Stefan. “ I…um. ” she started and frowned. “ I thought…maybe if I looked more like a girl we could go out on a date like normal couples do. ” she was quickly becoming more and more flustered as she spoke, becoming angry with herself for stupidly thinking she could even be remotely feminine and also for not being able to excel at something. “ this is stupid. ” she huffed, beginning to get up off the floor and make a B-line to the bathroom to wash this shit off her face.
He blinked once. Twice. Tried to acquiesce what was going on as he saw this fumbling girl with red smeared across her lips, panic set in her eyes. Scout was trying to put on make up. To go out on a date. With him. The thought itself was entirely too endearing. A smile bloomed on Bekowsky’s lips as he approached the girl, pulling the tie off his neck before tossing it out on the bed before leaning down to join her. He gently grabbed Scouts arm and whipped her around to press up against him.
“Well, it does look like you got decked in the face, but either way you look beautiful.” he smiled and leaned down to press a warm kiss on her lips. “Could wash up and we can try again together.” he shrugged. Honestly, he was happy that Scout was willing to make the effort, considering that he knew she hated everything feminine. “Am I happy to see you by the way. Paperwork never seems to end at the office.” he said before carefully letting her go. He turned to look at the makeup laid out on the floor. “...I thought broads just slapped on lipstick on, powdered their nose and that was that.” He had no idea what anything was on the floor.
five word prompts
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“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
"can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
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