Nothing Kills Me

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update — my blogs

a complete list of all my sweet summer children

illya kuryakin ( therussicnway ) ;; main blog. my smol swol angry russian bear furiosa ( xfvriosa ) ;; sideblog. there’s nothing but salt rick ford ( rickfcrd ) ;; sideblog. the definition of too much lbr regulus black ( xparadoxiisms ) ;; sideblog. my fucking precious ace child alastor moody ( auroriisms ) ;; sideblog. actually an irish teddy bear. rowena ravenclaw ( xraveniisms ) ;; sideblog. looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you 

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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED !!

so I’m actually going to be doing a thing tonight guys. I’ve been super sad lately because with school and everything else I haven’t been able to get online as much as before. and when I do, I play favorites with illya because I’m already on his blog. but I miss my other characters ?? so I’ve decided I’m going to move them all to sideblogs on illya. hopefully this will make me actually be active one them again !! I know some people don’t like RPing with sideblogs, so I totally understand if you don’t follow me over, but for those who do know I love you. I’ll be moving my regulus black, my alastor moody, my rowena ravenclaw, my rick ford, and my furiosa blogs. if you don’t have the links for all of them and you want them, like this and I’ll make a post linking them all once they’re moved over !!

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( Dorcas )

         with a flick of a wrist, a pop ricocheted against battered bones and pumping veins. she knew what he was doing, and it was working, much to her dismay. might as well be a damn cat as his words stroked down her spine to manipulate her movements. she kicked forward, forearms finding refuge on the edge of the table as a brow lifted like the crescent moon rose in the night’s sky, and a smirk ( suited to kill ) made an appearance on crimson painted lips with ease and entering the conversation fully. then again, who hasn’t fallen into trap of the seduction of familiarity at least once ?

                            ❛    mission was supposed to last two days, I got it done                             in eight minutes.    add the causalities up, and it’s a new                             record then.   and,   sweetheart, don’t brag about child’s                             play. and wasn’t that seizure from a ‘59 spy movie ? ❜ 

                                                                                  It wasn’t.   

        she falls into his snare with no resistance, practically FLINGS herself into it ( as he knew she would ). but the danger with dorcas meadowes is that you can’t trap her without being pulled in yourself. it’s like trying to fight GRAVITY, a law of nature that cannot be   d e n i e d,   and he sinks forwards, forearms pressed to the table as if in a desperate attempt to hold himself up, hold himself back, from her orbit. they both lean on the table, angled toward one another. two giant masses with opposing forces that battle to draw the other in without being captured in turn. the rest of the room could be   DEAD   for all they’d notice, and this.... THIS is what has been missing from ford’s life for ( far too long ).  

             ❛       shoulda made it seven.                       if ya’d cut out                                    that lil ammunitions problem, ya coulda done ‘t in                                    FIVE.   didya only manage ta smuggle four mags in,                                    or were ya just too cocky ta think ya’d need more ??                                    rookie mistake, darlin.      ❜

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( Reynolds )

THE BACK of his hand comes away with a slick smear of blood after he drags it across his mouth. the bloodied lip is a side-effect of the confrontation an’ he’s none too happy ‘bout it, ‘specially considerin’ the other man still looks as shiny as a new penny. mal scowls. he’s still fired up and makes a half-hearted lunge when the stranger all but insults him.

         ❛       small fish? i’d watch who i was callin’ small. sure there’s somethin’ to say                                    about the size of the fight in the dog or somethin’.    ❜

somethin’ stops him, though. perhaps it’s the way the man holds himself, unconcerned, almost as though he could grind him beneath his heel and call it a day. his scowl only darkens his face but he straightens and makes a great show of brushing at the dirt on his sleeves. he slips a suspender back up onto his shoulder, though his shirt is still untucked and rumpled. the thief can smell a deal from a mile off.

        ❛       an’ if i say no? walk away from all this?   ❜                                       if only it were that easy. he shows                                    his incisors, cheeky, because he knows he hasn’t a shot in hell of                                    walking off now.

          ❛       yer not gonna.    ❜

         it’s not a question. ford knows it, and reynolds knows it too. mal’s not in the position to deny any offer given to him. he has too much to lose. ford lets his gaze fall to his jacket, hands coming to smooth the material down. it’s either a sign of trust ( or more likely ) a slap to the face that he’s confident enough to look away from the other man. 

        looking back up, there’s a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he moves to roll the sleeves of his shirt back down his arms. part of him hopes the other man has more fight in him, and he needs a way to work off this excess energy that their lackluster fight hadn’t managed. 

        but if the guy’s smart ( which everything in his file seems to say ), he won’t. he’ll listen to what ford’s offering, and he’ll take it. 

         ❛       but fer curiosity’s sake,                  let’s say                              ya didn’t take the deal. a rather stupid fuckin idea,                              in my opinion. but alright.             ya’d be lookin at                              a life sentence in a max security prison. no chance                              o’ parol, an no shot o’ appeal. you’d be spendin                              tha rest o’ yer life in that hell hole, whatever                              remains o’ it, anyways.         cause all those blokes                              ya’ve shorted over tha years ?? they’re all in there                              waitin fer yer scrawny lil arse.     ❜

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killedbyvoldemort replied to your post “LAWL !! I’m switching between my spy sons ( my trash son rick ford and...”

question: do you ever post a starter call that I don't like?

no, you greedy bitch ( shhhh ilu )

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LAWL !! I’m switching between my spy sons ( my trash son rick ford and my cinnamon roll illya kuryakin )

so if you want a thing, like this !!

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( Pain in my ass )

        – but now he doesn’t, and half the catch is that it’s in her hands. literally. selina kyle has no intention of giving up the goods, so, with a devilish little smile –

                        “Then why don’t you be a DOLL and tell me?”

         little minx thinks she can just waltz into his op and fuck things up ?? does she know who he is ?? he’s rick fucking ford, and like HELL he’s going to let this twat walk away with the drop. he’s worked too damn hard for this. 

          ❛       why don’t ya          make things easier by LEAVING.                                    before someone hurts that pretty face o’ yers.   ❜

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( Fuckin’ Thievin’ Bitch )

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SHE GLANCES AT THE PRIZE  in her hand back up to  him,  with a look of feigned,  mocking  inno- cence on her features.

                “Oh, you mean – this is yours?”

there’s a hint of ‘too bad’ in her voice, left unsaid, but absolutely intended.

                                “           Oops.”

         he’s on an op. casing an illegal blood diamond smuggling chain. there’s a deal going down and he gets not only the time and place, but also a place on the security team of one of the guys involved. a little smoke bomb and a stick of dynamite and he’s got a million euros worth of diamonds in his pocket. or he did. 

           ❛       ya don’t even know                what yer gettin’                                      yerself into, sweetheart.   give it back.       ❜

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omfg. i'm keeping tabs on this indie. whenever rick ford was on screen i had tear in my eyes from laughing so hard. and you're doing him justice! xx

-wheezes- WHO DONE IT ?! WHO ACTUALLY LIKES MY TRASH SON ?!

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       ❛       the fuck’s wrong                  with this place ?? the report o’                                      wild animal attacks here alone’s more than anywhere                                     else in the fucking STATE.       ❜

            allxson​

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         he’s bleeding and there’s about a ninety percent chance that he’s fractured his skull. his knee is probably broken and likely swelling under the makeshift brace he’s made. but the fuckwad CANNIBALS who’d been coming at him with knives made of ( was that glass ?? ) were dead. now he’s standing by some girl shining like a mini sun and wondering how the hell he’s going to get them out of here. 

            ❛       so. any reason                   the hags wanted ta rip ya open                                          and eat yer heart ??      ❜

            personistar​

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         he’s six months into an op. his cover goes deep. real deep. so deep he’s almost forgotten this is an op at all ( only the fear and hatred in these girls’ eyes remind him what this really is ). there’s something inherently abhorrent about slavery. doesn’t matter what kind. it makes him sick. but this ?? this is a sex trafficking chain that spans halfway across the globe, tearing girls out of homes and putting them to ‘work’. stomach roils and threatens to send his lunch all over the floor. 

        the girl is looking at him again. she’s been looking at him more and more these days. why, he hasn’t quite figured out just yet. maybe she knows there’s something wrong about him, something that doesn’t fit this place ( or maybe she can sniff an agent out ). 

       ❛       oi !! what’re ya think                  yer lookin at ??      ❜

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            ❛       ya really shouldn’t                  be here kid. some serious                                           shit’s about ta go down.      ❜

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        no one believes that he’s walked through FIRE. that he’s pulled shards of glass from his eyes. that he’s reattached one dismembered arm with the other. they think they’re just stories. things he’s made up in his head. and that works fine with him. that would make a lot more sense than the truth:    nothing kills him.  

       ❛       yer the cheerleader ??                  the one I’ve hear                                 so much about ??     ❜

       yes he pulled her file. but is it that strange ?? he’d heard there was someone like him, someone different. someone who can’t seem to die. he’s curious is all. wants to see if there’s something there, something he’ll recognize that’s a common trait between the two of them. something he can link back to why he is the way he is.

            regenerable​