|| Reminders of Mortality ||

[selective fandomless oc] [penned by tally] [est. january 2014]

[saferintheshadows]

[reminder, I'm over at @ringsicario now, am I actually doing replies? Sometimes. Long story short, I started dating the guy I was hella crushing on, we moved in together, and now we're have pets! Life has been pretty wonderful!!]

[oopsprompts]

“Well, legally, I have committed many crimes, but morally, I feel good about my standing.”

[romelle-moved]

no offense but two characters running from the authorities and then one of them pulls the other in a dark, small alley to shake them off and they’re both breathing hard and there’s not much space there and they’re looking at each other while trying to hold back chuckles and one of them brings their finger to their lips playfully in a ‘shhh’ motion while smirking and oh no now they’re looking at one another’s lips and one of them whispers “i think the coast is clear now. we could leave.” and the other says “yeah. we could.” but they’re still looking at the other person’s lips and neither make a move to go and they can feel each other’s breath against their skin and. y eah

[write-it-motherfuckers]

 “Is there a particular reason that you’re bleeding out on my bedroom floor?”

 “Well its a little too cold to be bleeding out outside.”

[chaosandblueeyes]

@saferintheshadows

[auideas]

“I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly suppressed anger.”

— The Never Book

[cptsdraw]

[saferintheshadows]

sociopathichero‌:

“Yeah,” was his only answer. Marianne had confirmed what he had already guessed: going back to Stratton was out of the question. There was a good chance he might be escorted out in a coffin – or in a half a dozen plastic bags.

“I was lucky.” Luck, time and hard work were the main ingredients in the recipe for finding her. He wasn’t going to go into details about it, but he knew something else might interest her: “Stratton doesn’t know where you are.” The man had hired him to kill Marianne, not to inform where to find her, so he had kept that knowledge to himself.

The gun was still lying on the floor. He glanced at it, but only for a second so Marianne wouldn’t think he was planning on still using it. Taurus Model 605. It had been with him for quite some time and he’d grown fond of it. Even from afar he could make out the still lingering spots of tarnish its irresponsible previous owner had left behind. Danila, however, had given the revolver the care it deserved. A well-maintained gun was a reliable one.

“Can you give my revolver? You can keep the bullets.” He didn’t move towards it. His light blue eyes became cold again as he waited for her reaction, fearing she would change her mind and try to kill him. Even if Marianne wasn’t holding the knife on his throat anymore, the whole situation didn’t feel fully resolved, not as long as there was a loaded gun she could use against him.

At least there was some comfort to be had that Stratton still didn’t know where she was—clearly this was an ordered hit and not merely a surveillance operation. Although she was hesitant to trust him, he hadn’t shot her when she’d had her blade at his throat, and what choice did she have, really? Even if she did take him at his word—and him at hers—she could always pack up and leave town. Nothing was stopping her from doing what she’d done for survival up to this point.

Her eyes left his to glance at the gun on the floor. He’d made no move to rush for it, try his luck once again, and he was even willing to let her keep the ammunition to assure her safety. Slow, with the knife in her hand, Mar stepped forward to retrieve the fallen weapon. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she still expected the conflict to resume as soon as she didn’t have an advantage on him.

Straightening, Mar pulled the latch to expose the cylinder and dumped the five rounds into her free hand. They rattled like change in her palm before she folded her fingers over them and popped the cylinder back into place. Stepping forward more, she held the gun out—butt first—toward him.

“You won’t come looking for me again?” she asked.

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dr-abel-gideon‌:

“Making cardboard things is a trend, I guess. I saw a computer keyboard kit made out of cardboard at Target the other day. It was a bit of a what the fuck moment.” He softly snorted, placing his hands in his pockets. “It was almost $100.”

Mar scoffed. “People will buy anything if you put it on the shelves at Target. I bet it would really tie together some academic’s rustic study with dark wood shelves and the smell of old books.”

[saferintheshadows]

@dr-abel-gideon gets a random thing:

"Today is a wonderful day, everyone makes jokes about stabbing people. I’ve even seen one or two people wielding knives, but I’m pretty sure they were cardboard.”

[saferintheshadows]

💌 (ship meme)

💌 – Is your muse the type to write love letters? What about accepting them?

[Mar isn’t the type to write love letters, she’s far more likely to show her love by taking a bunch of candid photos of her and her partner. if someone were to write her a love letter, she wouldn’t know how to react to it, but she’d be so touched that she’d save it for the duration of the relationship]

[saferintheshadows]

hauntngs·:

                 Jack hadn’t expected such a comment back at first, despite looking like a creepy asshole for a maximum for ten minutes. He deserved it nonetheless, Jack promptly shaking his head with a slight laugh. “I’d like to believe I can do better than that,” he shrugged, “all seriousness though, you look really familiar.”

As much as he tried, it never came to mind. Instead, he decided to just sip at his drink. He nodded at the comment, agreeing wholeheartedly. He had definitely seen her somewhere before, even if he didn’t know her at all. There just seemed to be an odd association. Although, it could just be his brain scouting out interaction in the lonely bar, finding something to do or figure out. 

Another chuckle escaped him though, raising an eyebrow at her as lips formed into a smirk. “Depends what is classed as often, I guess.” Jack knew though that he came far too often, it was just a past time at this point - allowing him to leave the lonely apartment. “I don’t live too far from here so it’s a little escape from the God awful apartments.” He shrugged, huffing slightly.

“Hold on,” Mar said, leaning forward suddenly with an elbow on the edge of the slightly sticky bar. “You’re not talking about the Creekside Apartments, are you?” The complex was colloquially known as Crackside due to the shitty upkeep of even shittier building managers. Even as she asked the question, there was no doubt about it. She was sure there had been several times when she’d passed by him either on the stairwell, checking her mailbox, or in the hallway. It had only taken her this long to recognize him because of the different context under their meeting.

“Fourth floor, right?” She sat back again and picked up her drink, pointing at him. “I’m pretty sure we’re neighbors.”

[saferintheshadows]

chaosandblueeyes‌:

Johann made a thoughtful sound through his nose. “Not necessarily,” he uttered, blue eyes locking onto her own. “I’m merely thinking of how I might react if I found out that my number two was two timing me.” He paused and glanced upwards for only the fraction of a second before chuckling. “Actually I know how I would react. Coldly simmering for a while, before exploding. I hesitated and asked why first. That gave her time to shoot me. That’s what love will get you.” Johann sniffed. “Dead.”

She watched him with an observer’s curiosity. It seemed, this time around, he was on the other end of such a situation. This time, he was the other man, and Stratton was the poor bastard being cheated on. “That’s not what this is,” she said with a shake of her head. “Love has nothing to do with it, and I’m not going to shoot anyone.” Not either of them, at least. “If anything he’d shoot your dick off, slap me around a little. He wouldn’t kill me, just you.”

[saferintheshadows]

mindmastered‌:

“Hmm. That sounds very reasonable. It sounds like self defence. Were they all like that? When did the scales start tipping? When was it revenge?” When was it fun? 

He could only guess at her motivations, but if they were anything like his, they were all too understandable. Nate took a brief pause to look at the ceiling, contemplate exactly what put him on one side of the table and her on the other. Why didn’t he just put a hole through Ian Blackpoole’s head? Or take a page from her book, and take some teeth, make him feel something first?

Just the thought of it quirked his lips, and brought a swell of revulsion from the pit of his stomach. He liked the idea too much. 

“I can’t promise to kill the men who- who do those things, but I can get rid of them for you. I just need some information and-” could he let her go with a clear conscience? He couldn’t be sure. 

Mar’s eyes caught the brief flicker of his upward glance. There sure as hell weren’t any cue cards tacked up there. She had to wonder what threads of violence webbed the potential for his own unspoken past. Here he was laying out photographs of memories both fond and despised for her, and he’d given her nothing on himself save the fact he knew what needed to be known about her.

“I don’t need you to kill anyone for me,” she said, leaning forward. A razor smile crossed her face, only a glint before her teeth disappeared from view once more. “You and I both know I’m fully capable of taking care of that myself.” The stony glare returned once more. “I can’t tell you everything, because I don’t know everything. And I won’t tell you anything without guaranteed amnesty.”

While she hated Stratton with every fiber of her being, she wasn’t going to be a rat for the good of society. She had no doubt if Stratton ever found out she snitched on him, even if he were put behind bars, he’d find a way to kill her.

[thingsfromthedirt]

[rhivnncn]

do you ever like

violently miss an old rp

[solnnishko]

[saferintheshadows]

formidablekind·:

           “ Someone doing their job. ” He said, not going to give his name so easily, knowing she probably wouldn’t give hers up so easily. Especially when there was a gun face at him still. Maybe once the gun was down he’ll consider giving her his name. When she spoke of him being the one to put a bullet in the others head he shook his head.             “ You clearly want the win. ” He motioned his hand a bit. “ Take it. ”

@saferintheshadows

Win. Marianne scoffed. As if something of this nature was a game with unspoken rules meant to be followed. Only those who cheated the most were the ones to come away from it alive. This was no game, not for her. The barrel of the gun in her handlowered—there was no animosity in his voice toward her, and she had none for him in return. This kill would be hers and hers alone, he’d conceded to as much at least. If he was doing a job that required taking the life of the man who roamed the home before them, she’d let him take the credit as long as the bullet was hers. She had no desire to seek out infamy or payment.

“Smart man,” she said, though had things come down to it, she has no doubt he could have bested her in both a firefight and hand to hand combat. Surely a hired man had formal training. The gun in her hand moved away from him as she turned it on the wide-windowed house before the two of them. Her quarry was inside, just out of sight and she silently willed the soon to be dead man to step into view.