#accurscdkin

[deliciousfear]

Penny and Georgie stuff so cute I’m sobbing! That makes me smile and sob all at once 😭💙

BIG DAD ENERGY INTENSIFIES 

( @lostlimb ) @accurscdkin

[timetravclcr]

starter: @accurscdkin

It has been awhile since he’s been thrown to this spot in time. And thankfully, it having been a relatively small jump from his previous, it only takes the Traveler a few hours to begin to feel himself again. He stumbles to find a hideaway of his belongings, changes to some period accurate clothes and a bit of money, and begins wandering the streets, stumbling into a speakeasy he finds he’s made note of in his journal the last time he’d been thrown here. 

Thankfully he had the presence of mind at the time to scrawl into the margins of his notes that particular speakeasy’s secret entrance and password, wrapping on the far corner of an otherwise vacant looking storefront the correct number of times for a pair of eyes to appear behind the slot and an otherwise very well hidden door to be opened. He nods his thanks to the guard before making his way to the counter and ordering the most inconspicuous drink he can think of. 

The air in here is thick with voices, sweat, perfume, and jazz.

[theblinderboy-blog]

       “  I’m a busy man but I’ve heard of what you do, and whilst my brother’s might find the other part of your little enterprise fun    ---    I would like to offer you funding for the medical practice you offer women and children, Doctor.  ”

                                                                                               * @accurscdkin        LIKED FOR A STARTER.

[deathdippedinarchive]

@accurscdkin said:  ❛ Who are you? ❜

QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS ( ACCEPTING )

      ❝ Your worst fucking nightmare. ❞ A sly smirk made its way onto the criminal’s face as her emerald eyes bore into the woman adjacent to her. While her tone was playful, that title was applicable in certain situations.  ❝ Who wants to know? ❞  Vera counter-questioned, taking a sip of the burning liquid in her throat.

[gothsic]

✎ - ⥑ @accurscdkin ⥏

“ i tell you what, doctor - i didn’t hurt my foot falling down the stairs. so, judging by the bags under my eyes, what does that mean? i’ll let you guess. it’s a fun game i like to play pretty much, well... all the time, i can’t lie. “

conventions abroad always had hazards like this. what happened this time was quite simple, really - a late night made even worse due to the fact that his body was on lockdown thanks to the time difference, and he was feeling more exhausted, yet restless, than ever. what had resulted was a rather aimless wander through the london streets until, smack - he slammed his foot into a telephone pole.

how awfully his toes hurt. he had to limp all the way back to the hotel, and how lucky to find someone willing to look at him. lucky lucky jonathan, how horrible it would have been back home to have someone look at you make such a careless mistake as you had.

ridiculous.

he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow - inquisitive, so interested. he placed the palms of his hands on his knees, watching her closely.

“ i know, it’s a tough question. but here’s a hint: it’s somewhere between sleepwalking and sleeplessness. you must know the word of the day. c’mon, this is fun, right? better than me just telling you outright. “

[deliciousfear]

Penny was passing a cold coffee back and forth between his hands, he did intend to drink it but his mind was distracted suddenly. Shifting he moves to stand up, figuring he should get a new one for the road. But of course he wasn’t paying attention and bumped right into someone. Turning he stares at them for a momnet, his mind flickers and he thinks for a split second that they are not real. Before his mind sling shots back to reality and he finally speaks, 

            “I’m... so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are... you okay?”

@accurscdkin // closed.

[deliciousfear]

   ITs hand comes down onto the broken and crooked table that it sat behind. Yet it was not there before and properly was not really there now. The clowns face tilts down and looks up to her with glowing eyes. A smile tugged over its bucked teeth as it soon speaks to her, its high and low fake joyous tone echoing out through the space between them.

    ”You have a lot of friends.... but why don’t we play a game? Hmm, how about a game of....” IT paused and slaps its gloved hand onto the table once more though reality around it seem to shift around it and a old dirt covered chess board and pawns seem to appear suddenly, 

          “.... chess!” At chess its voice quickly dives into something deeper than any human could ever go. Which was soon followed by a floaty and soft-- nearly manic giggle.

@accurscdkin // closed.

[luckydxy]

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

pinterest starters ;; accepting

The laugh is airy & painfully sincere.  The matching lackluster smile weary with sleeplessness && grim amusement —- Oh, what fantasy the doctor preaches to disillusioned youth.  Such would be an act of power play – revenge – hope.  Ara drags her eyes away from the empty expanse she’d been staring vacantly into, instead, finding herself back in the moment.  The dull, aching, moment.  Sat among the tools &&& tonics of a clinical trade. 

This was now the third Thursday the girl in red had come knocking late in the night ; patiently inquiring if the weekly open clinic was still in affect & if she could come in.  All while silently nursing wounds of varying severity.  A severity which worsened with each passing call for the doctor’s charity in a worrying trend.  One that the girl, politely, neglected to explain.  There was a distinct emotional distance kept between herself && the reality of her bodily harms.  Shock ?  Always a probability.  More so, &&& more unsettling, however, seemed the general sense of routine in the scenario. 

“Is that a professional suggestion or a personal one … ?”  The girl coos gently after a moment’s contemplation. Hugging a freshly bandaged arm to her chest, a wordless gratitude haunting the older woman in a reassuring smile.  “With any luck the fool may still yet cut off his own.”