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[studiodrafts]

what   a   boring   crowd.   every   event   the   cabaret   singer   attends   is   nothing   short   of   unimpressive   ,   forever   using   the   same   decor   &   motifs   ,   same   dances   &   same   incredibly   dull   patrons.   if   not   for   her   aunt's   insistence   ,   lucille   would   have   dared   to   consider the possibility of   skipping   tonight's big ballroom event.   it   would   have   been   socially   unacceptable   to   not   be   in attendance tonight without a proper excuse   ,   but   if   lucille   could choose what she'd like to do   ,   she   would easily spent her evening at home , happy to enjoy a bit of peace & lose herself in a good book instead.   of   course   ,   that   is   no   longer   her   option   thanks   to   her   newfound   singing   career   ,   as   well   as   the   many   suitors   who   constantly   darken   her   path   every   chance   they   get.   such   is   the   same   as   she   manages   to   escape   a   rather   persistent   gentleman   from   the   dining   hall   ,   eyes   darting   around   to   find   a   suitable   location   to   hide   but   somehow   finding   a   person   ━━   a   goblin   ,   actually   ,   instead.

❝   don't   move.   ❞   lucille's   command   comes   hushed   &   without   explanation   ,   already   trotting   behind   the   tall   captain   as   she   hovers   close   ,   eyes   peaking   over   to   watch the   suitor   who   now   enters   the   ballroom   ,   confused   when   he   does   not   find   her.   it   doesn't   take   long   before   the   gentleman   finally   gives   up   &   leaves to go elsewhere   ,   allowing   lucille   a   chance to breathe a   sigh   of   relief   knowing   she'll   finally   have   a   bit   of   respite from that man's company.   ❝   phew ! i   thought   i'd   never   lose   him.   ❞   relief   turns   to   brief   laughter   ,   now   looking   up   at   her   savior   ,   completely   elated.   ❝   i'm   sorry   to   drag   you   into   all   this   ,   but   i   needed   a   bit   of   help.   you   saved   me   ,   sir.   i   hope   i   didn't   disrupt   your   evening   too   much   with   my   drama. ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵗʰᵉ   ᶜᵃⁿᵛᵃˢ·     featured artist ﹕ @asheld as captain knickolas pnackleless hob.

[killjoysanonymous]

@asheld LIKED for a MARY MASON starter !

Teeth ran over her bottom lip, the sort of ANXIETY she always kept so well hidden in the outside world. People were USED to her now, feared the every prowling Bloody Mary as though she were as haunting as the ghost story. Hell, if someone said her name enough times, maybe she WOULD appear.

But in her apartment and makeshift office, it was easier to peel back that layer of steel that protected the once porcelain doll of a woman from whatever else lurked. A glass of whiskey neat sat between her fingertips, eyes watched the DARKNESS outside her window as she felt a familiar set of footsteps behind her.

"You don't have to stick around, you know. I'm more than CAPABLE of taking care of myself-" she turned on her heels, dryness etched in her tone though her eyes seemed to plead for company. "It's late anyways."

[spiritdreamt]

‘ you’re pretty in a way that is physically painful to me. i’m attracted to you like a heart attack. ’ @asheld

she doesn't speak for a long moment. can't, really, struck dumb by the sharp sincerity of his compliment. it shouldn't surprise her anymore, the way parker talks. still, he's caught her off-guard. finally, lips parted in shock resolve themselves into a grin, teasing enough to hopefully distract the flush high on her cheeks. "that doesn't sound very pleasant," percy quips, "or healthy. any good doctor would tell you to quit me."

maybe she's trying to poke his buttons, rile him up a little. maybe some small, vindictive or scared part of her, some part that hasn't healed from childhood or felix, wants proof that he'll stay. it's probably not healthy. but she's mostly just joking.

[klarsynt]

@asheld dallas sent: ❝ do you think i’m a bad person? ❞

❝ i don't think i'm the right guy to be askin' that question. ❞ the response only comes after a small inhale of breath and a lift of his brow. emil drums his fingers again his knee, glancing away a moment. ❝ or maybe i'm the right one. fuck if i know how to judge that shit. my bar is pretty low. ❞ he moves his hand from his leg and instead smooths over his hair, sweeping blonde locks from his forehead. emil knows for a fact he is not a good man. some days he is confident he's definitely a bad one. but he brushes elbows with those even worse than he is. he has been inside the heads of truly well and fucked up, evil kind of people. as far as he is aware, dallas is a far cry from any of them. ❝ probably not, ❞ he finally relents, tilting his head to the side to look at them. ❝ no. if you were truly a shit person you wouldn't ask me that. ❞

[klarsynt]

@asheld clarice sent: sharing a quiet moment in an elevator

he wants to be anywhere but here. the proverbial stack of targets for him to attend to is higher than he cares to let it grow. last night's round of intel gathering has left the sensation of blood beneath his fingernails so persistent he almost checks when the metal doors swish open to allow clarice inside. instead, he shoves a hand into the pocket of his slacks. there is no reason to fidget. he took a thorough shower last night. he always does after a kill. he always does after digging deep into some asshole's brain, digging so far he forgets where he begins and they end.

❝ mornin', ❞ he mutters, using his other hand to lift a paper cup full of steaming, black tea to his lips. he ignores the discomfort in his own flesh and soul to focus on her. her energy is more familiar than it should be, more calming than he should allow—if she knew what he did outside the walls of this federal building...he swallows that thought down. emil turns more towards her, taking a half step closer as the elevator lifts higher and higher. he studies the pensive expression hidden behind her eyes. she was clearly up to something last night too. ❝ you alright? ❞

[devilscheck]

@asheld sent a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay. / parker + saw ! verse

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Lips are pressed against his as a sigh of defeat makes its way out of her. How persistent she had been that she could leave, that she could handle ALL of those problems that had rattled up in her head. She had a habit of taking on demons she shouldn't, even now with this NEWFOUND life that they had. It was unfair of her to do that, to act out of her own WANT for revenge. That was the sort of thing that would simply result in her back in the traps, or so that thought WANDERED into her mind.

"What are you doing?" words are muttered against his lips as fingers run through his hair. Her nose brushed against his, taking in the familiar sent that always brought a wave of comfort over her. "You make it so damn hard to go off on my own ESCAPADES these days." Jennifer let out another sigh, this one deeper than before. "Almost like you want to keep me on my best behavior."

[cosmosdreamt]

send me a number from 1-22 for a lyric starter from my college radio days

21 - week of may 8th, 2019 | blue by marina | @asheld

'all i want is one night with you– just because i'm selfish.'

[cosmosdreamt]

send me a number from 1-22 for a lyric starter from my college radio days

21 - week of may 8th, 2019 | god bless america by ondara | @asheld

'will you let me in? or are you at capacity?'