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[strawberryrots]

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SMS: ┈┈  ( STRONGFORK RHYS ) don’t come into work. if you care about your sanity just don’t come into work. some random woman just started to lose her shit at customer service

[mobdivided]

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Cold plastic grinds against concrete, “ sshhffs ” sounding among the dark at each pull. Underboss huffs as he drags baggage along, leaving an oozing red trail behind. So long as he gets this traitor to the pickup spot, he can be on his way without any further worries. Trash bin’s lid is lifted with some struggle, loud metal clang bouncing off every wall. Next is the bag, which is scooped into both arms with a loud huff, and tossed up, in hopes he’d get it right the first try ━ but that’s not the case. Bag gets snagged on a jagged piece of metal, body only halfway into the bin, and quickly tears at the seams. ❛ Oh no, oh !  Shit, shit !  Okay, come on. . . ❜ In a panic, hands repeatedly shove at the body, until it all finally falls in. Although it’s still snagged on the metal, he’s sure the other guys would take care of it when the time came, so for now he’ll just close the lid. . . And then, he finally notices his audience. He must have been making too much noise. ❛ AH ! ❜ Like a skittish cat, underboss jumps in place, heart racing. Who the hell is this guy ?  There’s no way the cleaning crew came this early. ❛ H ━ Hey, you !  Come here a sec ! ❜

[acrophobicjack]

@atlasmug​ cont. from an ask; 

It’s always a risky move, telling a man with a gun in his hand to not resort to violent means. There’s a chance it’ll spur a temper. That the bullet nestled within is going to get a one-way ticket to brain town and he’s finally going to die in this godforsaken temple dedicated to Jack’s ego. 

Mismatched eyes watch as the gun is lowered. Holstered back by his side--still within easy access but no longer pointed at his head. Timothy lets a shaky sigh of relief, shortlived as it may be. He hadn’t realized there were other people with the Vault Hunter’s party; save for the four who had saved his skin from Pretty Boy. Doesn’t mean he trusts this guy--looking this close to snapping like a toothpick put under too much pressure. 

“I know how this looks--!” A hand comes upwards, gesturing at his own face. The cracked facade of the biggest douche in the Galaxy. Universe. What have you. “But I can promise you that I’m not...I’m not him. I’m not Jack."

It sounds like such a weak defense. He knows it does--and he hopes and prays that he doesn’t blurt out something stupid and ruin the sensitive nature of such a strained first introduction. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you..."

[strawberryrots]

atlasmug replied to your post: let me have an au where fugo is a reluctant retail...

can rhys be his coworker

i wouldn’t want anything else

[mobdivided]

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if u ever need a twink bro...... 

[lcidity]

OK LISTEN. I ADORE MADO SO MUCH. ON MY FIRST PLAYTHROUGH I ABSOLUTELY SAW THEM AS NB AND YOU DO THEM SO MUCH JUSTICE MWAH.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ！！！！！！！！

[clonelyboy]

@atlasmug | mean boy starter call.

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“Why the hell are you so tall? Cut your legs off, or get squished a little.” He doesn’t actually mean it, he’s just a tad... unnerved by people who are pretty friggin’ tall, or just taller than him. Then again, he’s only ten years old, so that’s plenty of people.

[terrorgutter]

“  stop acting so nonchalant about getting hurt or killed  ”

starters  /  prompts taken from various characters starring in the game   fire emblem : three houses .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary . 

“ you’re new here, aren’t you. “

not so much a question as it seems to be a statement, with no shortage of irritation but behind it as well    —    he’s have enough in his hands with having to show the trade to pesci     (   kid hasn’t even gotten his first kill yet, and while he wouldn’t particularly go out of his way to rush it out of him    …   the rest of the team does seem to be somewhat impatient. calling pesci a deadweight or mocking him isn’t doing anything to help, but as it turns out a group of assassins isn’t particularly keen on being empa - fucking - thetic to one another   ),    he definitely doesn’t have the time to explain  &  elaborate on the acceptance of the inevitability of death in his line of work to newbies or outsiders. whatever category this one fits in.

especially not with blood coming out of his arm from being grazed with a bullet. how mundane, sometimes he almost manages to forget that normal people don’t often use stands to defend themselves    —    it’s almost refreshing, in a way. and definitely something most citizens of naples would come to expect to see or hear while walking down particularly shady streets   …   like the one they’re in, for example.

“ it’s just a little blood. i’ll live. no need to make a fuss about it. “

a pause, as bright blue eyes seem to give the other a quick, critical glance. teeth bite the inside of his mouth as he seems to consider something for a moment, red stained hand clutching at the wound a little tighter.      “ so, are you gonna help or are you gonna be a nuisance and keep blocking my way ?   “