LA SIRENA.

[st1gmata-d]

# ST1GMATA-D : independent, mutuals - only original character loosely based in the DEADLY CLASS universe. A DIVE INTO : the california underbelly, blood money, coke binges, and girlbossing your way to the top. follows back from @swervdcity <3

              ᵢ. CARRD. ᵢᵢ. INBOX.

HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH : @bludboy.

[swervdcity-arc]

ok actually some of the asks are getting intense and annoying. i'm gonna start fresh, pls message me if you want the new url. just annoyed with the amount of shit i receive like i don't really care what they say, i just hate the amount of it. GROW UPPP.

[swervdcity-arc]

okkk i'm moving and tending to it shortly. like eye said, message me directly if you want the new URL <333

[rainystarters]

⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[st1gmata-d]

smooches ... just bc

kisses u. on the mouf.

[softavasilva]

Andi Agostiin every episode of  REBELDE (2022-) | 1.08 The Grand Finale

[foxmulders]

pinnacle of romance

[starlessarchive]

[bludboy]

             [     ...     ]               𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘   lovestruck   boy   that   came   before   him,    he   watches   them   with   perpetual   heart   eyes    :    enamoured   in   all   the   ways   a   first   love   beckons   his   heartstrings,    lips   upturned   into   an   easy   smile   at   her   words.    it's   been   a   long   while   since   he   did   that    ...    smile.    genuinely.    unabashedly.    "    thought   i   earned   myself   a   bit   of   that   already.    passed   level   twenty-eight   and   defeated   the   final   boss   of   the   quest   of   luiza.    y'don't   think   so    ?    "    head   resting   against   the   rest   of   crushed   velvet,    gaze   never   once   straying   from   them.    he   never   dares   to.    "    yeah    ?    's   it   olive   garden    ?    "    'cause   he's   never   been,    not   really.    all   bright   lights   and   family-style.

[st1gmata-d]

a chuckle   :   “ no   …   a real place. fancy. ” chauffeured, candlelit, with satin tablecloth and aged wine. the perks of connections   &&   an unlimited budget. and this would be a place where they could let their hair down                   no guns, no deals, no rivals. a date. like normal people do. they know marcus’ bar is probably low                   ‘ olive garden ’                   but by fuckin’ god they’re going to put their all into this one. luiza gives a last assessment of the knife and decides it’s good. blade reaches out, picking up his chin lightly   :   “ i’ll take you anywhere you want if you dress nice for me. ”

[st1gmata-d]

no one moved faster than LA SIRENA, and if they tried, THEY'D DIE.

drug dealer && assassin original character ; loosely based in the DEADLY CLASS universe. penned and dearly beloved by dee.

[dailylizeth]

[ohisms]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

[wickdcreatures]

          Eyes wide, Salem tries to pull his wrist from their grip — no use, they are drug-fueled strong right now, and the liquor is hitting him in just a way he feels like a pirate at sea. Swaying with the waves. He puts his free hand up in front of him in the universal sign of surrender. 

          “ Damn okay, shit. Chill, ”     he stops himself from continuing to whine — but I wasn’t tryin’ to tell you how to party! — there is apology in his eyes but not on his lips,     “ Then go up to your room, damn… ”

Then a pause, before,     “ — Can I come with you though? ”

[st1gmata-d]

pause. eyes narrow a fraction, brows knitting together. simply put   :   “ jesus. you’re insufferable. ” but, upon further thought, luiza quickly realizes that salem is slightly less insufferable than everyone else. slumped on her couches, fiending for another fix, giggling, sloppy, wasted. at least salem was just like that. the daywalkers in her lounge were too fucked to notice otherwise. “ ugh. fine                   ” luiza groans. anything for a loyal customer. grip doesn’t let up   ;   instead, they hold on, and lead salem by the wrist up gold adorned stairs, towards her quarters. “                   the moment you piss me off, i’m kicking you out. ”

[bludboy]

             [     ...     ]               𝐇𝐄   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄   without   another   word    ;    a   shark   inhale   of   toxins   hovering   over   his   tongue,    nicotine   sinking   and   slowly   littering   his   thoughts   of   any   worries.    the   last   thing   he   would   ever   want   is   to   be   a   burden   to   anybody    ...    especially   to   luiza.    the   one   who   found   and   spared   him,    kept   him   kicking   'till   this   day.    if   it   weren't   for   them,    he'd   be   chewed   and   spat   out   within   day   three.    "    don't   you   think   i've   been   trying    ?    "    watching   her   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye,    trickling   a   soft   exhale   from   his   nostrils.    "    you're   acting   as   if   i'm   the   one   putting   my   wet-dog   ass   into   shit   everyday.    am   not   that   kind   of   masochist,    "

[st1gmata-d]

“ you’re not   …   completely blameless. ” head rolls, ear leaning on their shoulder. careful                   almost                   to speak with some sort of tact, maybe in order to avoid whining and, worse, pitying. regardless, marcus has effectively gotten under her skin. little by little, day by day, altercation by altercation. to be needed for something other than being a supplier, but now, some sort of protector. luiza can’t deny she enjoys it. “ marcus. you’re a rat, it’s better to keep ya head down, because the knife they stab in y’back, it’s gonna be a real one                  ” a pause. “ and the blame will land on me. ”

[bludboy]

　  ˚  　ᶜʳᵃʷˡᵉᵈ  ᵒᵘᵗ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ    :     “   𝚠𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎   𝚊   𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢   𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍   𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖,    “

             [     ...     ]               𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄.    just   a   little   bit   crooked,    baring   bloodied   teeth   along   busted   petal,    rosy   red   almost   matching   the   viscera   ever-present   across   pale   flesh.    niceties   from   @st1gmata-d   come   few   and   far   in   between    :    and   exactly   why   he   cherishes   them   like   it's   a   non-garbage   dinner,    a   luxury   he   can   only   afford   if   he   sticks   by   her   side.    "    y'think   so    ?    or   are   you   just   saying   it   'cause   i   was   coverin'   your   ass   over   there    ?    "    he   teases   them,    so-called    '    ass   saving    '    evidenced   by   the   blood   slowly   trickling   down   the   side   of   his   face    ...    and   yet   his   gaze   remains   on   them   and   them   alone.    "    think   y'owe   me   a   date   now,    don't   y'agree    ?    "    this   time    :    not   a   joke

[st1gmata-d]

“ owe you ? ” scoffed, punctuated with a deadly roll of the eyes. butterfly knife raises, catching overhead street light                   wiped cleaned of blood, almost pristine, just not quite. “ my affection is never owed, it’s earned                   you, of all people, should know that. ”   this   …   this relationship is surprisingly not transactional, not completely, at least. she didn’t see this as a game that needs to be won. but it feels like                   in the back of this pinstriped car, lined with crushed velvets and gold-adorned                   they’re both winning. a smirk   :   “ you like italian, marcus ? i know a place. ”

[st1gmata-d]

LORD ...

[wickdcreatures]

@st1gmata-d : “I’m going up to my room now, where I may die.”

           Everyone’s been drinking too much, but that’s the name of the game — you’re not anyone at these kinds of parties if you can’t be fun. The music would be too loud otherwise, the makeshift party games incomprehensible. Salem wouldn’t be caught dead a square in a place like this — he’s keeping up. She must be too, the way her eyes are bleary, pretty red rimmed and blood shot like everyone else here.

          “ Luiza, babygirl, chill — ”     He barely knows her beyond their occasional partying together and his continued, loyal patronage, but that doesn’t stop him from being overly familiar — placing a hand on the dip of her back to lead her out of the crowd a little, away from her embarrassment,     “ Party fouls are the name of the game. It’ll make a great story to tell later. ”

[st1gmata-d]

“ well, this party foul                   ” a stare sharp as daggers, tongue laced with vicious venom. a cocaine crash from hell, coupled with their normally hostile attitude, manifests in the way their hand snatches salem’s wrist, pulling it away from the small of their back. a cock of the eyebrow   :   ‘ gonna tell me how to party, huh ? that’s what it’s come down to ? ’ grip stays, tight and feral, though tone softens   :   “                   is supplying this whole thing, so if i want to go and drape across the my bed dramatically, it’s well within my right. ”