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[delxsive]

@cunninglinguistx​ from [ here ]

       ❝ a few good hits ? that’s NOT good enough -- ❞ ivy hisses through clenched teeth, through logic resounds somewhere within that tiny, furious frame ; the scholar gives actual effort into un-narrowing those dark brown eyes. a bit scary -- funny, she thinks, though the comment nearly stops her in her tracks. GOD , if that was a bit scary, what would the woman really think of her ?

there’s a pause, a smile of her own tugging at the corner of pale lips, ivy feels the angry heat in her cheeks begin to subside. franky did have a . . . certain way with words, to put it simply enough. it was effective in humoring the scholar before she can SNAP. 

        ❝ -- i apologize, that was inappropriate. i’ll get you cleaned up, yeah ?  ❞

[storyofwhoiam]

@cunninglinguistx​ continued from here

     “Good, I can’t tell you how it’ll do down but I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” It was a promise she would keep. Or at least try to. Behind these walls, nothing was a guarantee. Too much fucking bad blood to keep track of all of it but if she had her way, Allie would be okay. Franky had watched too many come through here and either leave broken or in a body bag. Even if it meant putting herself in harms way, she would do what she could to keep that promise. “I’m serious. And if anyone, I mean anyone, gets on you, let me know and I’ll sort it out.” Part of it was an obligation to protect her friend but part of it was also an obligation to protect someone that Bea cared about, someone that Bea had died for.

    She appreciated the sentiment of the promise, even if she didn’t actually care all that much about whether or not anything did happen to her. Either they were going to get out or Allie was going to die inside; neither option seemed as bad as what she was already living with. She nodded at Franky’s insistence, a small, appreciative smile tugging at her lips. “Look at you being a big bad protector for me,” the light teasing in her voice was something that hadn’t been heard from Allie in a long while, “I didn’t know you were such a softie.” Though she joked, she didn’t want Franky to think that she was unappreciative. “Seriously though,” almost everyone had offered Allie sympathy, but here Franky was actually doing something to help her, “thanks, Franky.”

[alqmort-archive]

when you’re writing gay stuff on discord but the other person goes to BED. this is unacceptable. i cannot believe you’d leave me hanging like this @cunninglinguistx !!!!!! jk ily i hope you’re sleeping well. wake nice & refreshed so that we can write more gay.

[conviictus]

@cunninglinguistx​

                    “Hey, has anyone seen Franky?”

          Kim was expecting to hear a round of ‘no’s from her mates, the girls of her old unit that felt more like family than her own on the outside did. Things has changed just a little since she was transferred to another unit, one that was quieter, easier to study in. Initially she had been angry, but given that it was out of her control, it didn’t last for long. There was still plenty of time throughout the day to find her way back to her girl, anyways.

                    “I think she's in a meeting with Ms. Westfall, love.”

          Liz may have been motherly towards them all, but Kim had never wanted to lunge at her more than she did after the answer left her mouth. She hated hearing about the shrink, hated seeing the look Franky got whenever the woman came around. It boiled her blood. Huffing to herself, she shoved her hands into her pockets and left the yard to head to her old unit, pace fast enough that Ms. Miles called out that she had to slow down. If Franky hadn’t returned yet, she’d simply make herself comfortable and wait for her. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do in a shit hole like this one, anyways.

          When she arrived to see empty cells all around, she let out a sigh and moved to flop down onto one of the chairs in the common area of the unit. At least this would give her time to get her jealousy under control — the last thing she wanted was for Franky to get mad at her for being short and snappy as soon as she returned. Kim wanted her to see that she was so much better than the shrink, not the other way around.

[hotgirlinahotcar]

< previous   @cunninglinguistx Like Bridget had told her former client during their last session, she did know about some of the things the brunette had to go through in her childhood, but reading about it in official documents and hearing about it in her now girlfriend’s own words were two very different things and the first thought that popped into her head was, ‘I’d do it for you.’ But even though she too was a bit clouded from the wine, she stopped herself from blurting it out. Instead she got up from the chair facing Franky’s and closed the distance between them to reach out and take the brunette’s hands into her own with a gentle squeeze. “I never thought you weren’t serious. You were angry, still are. And you have every right to be. No one deserves to go through shit like that.” Unlike the first time they talked about the issue, this time, no longer in the capacity of prison psych, she was under no obligations to report anything, didn’t have to keep her responses professional and most importantly, didn’t have to keep her distance. So with that she leaned in to kiss Franky’s temple. “I really shouldn’t be saying this, but fuck, I’d probably help you bury the body.”

[vorcotec]

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#therealgayagenda

item 1 on the real gay agenda: get rawed by franky doyle

[pigwithpersonality]

@cunninglinguistx​ | con’t.

Jules let out a hiss of a laugh. “Yeah, I’m a real treat.” She shrugged--a half-rise and fall of her shoulder, gaze askance. “Usually I’d buy a drink, but options to break the ice are kind of limited here, huh?” Trying to be bold. Trying to be the same cocky bitch she was on the outside. But she’s a newbie here, fresh blood, and, honestly? She’s scared shitless. So when she heard her block-mate was someone a woman wanted on her side...she intended to do just that. She’s sucking down a consolatory cigarette one of the guards gave her and she takes a thoughtful drag. Her eyes snap back up to the other, mouth draws a crooked grin. “Prison hooch. Is that still a thing?”

[governingmouse]

In continuation. / @cunninglinguistx

     Loyalty flickers like a flame. Now, it's begun to wane. Her stormy eyes dart { almost nervously } towards the clammy, teal walls & then, towards the iron door. Deputy Governor Bennett clenches her jaw. She holds her mousy, little head high. ' I... don't appreciate your insubordination, ' she quips calmly, taking a number from the Devil herself. ' It's about the Governor. '

     Her cheek still burns scarlet, akin to a brand.