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[stoppedheart]

♦ & ♢ ((@cupsraised Nathalie))

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One of the ways that Nicholas has really helped Silas is by keeping him away from any gambling. Not that Silas has much money to gamble, but once his lil bro recognized how much issue Silas has handling his impulses, he immediately declared a moratorium on it and said if he ever caught Silas gambling money, he would personally break his leg. And this being Nicholas, who is deceptively nonthreatening, Silas knows when he's being serious. It's for the best, given that Silas' vulnerability to the dopamine rush gambling causes could seriously fuck him over.

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are you ready for the kind of death you've earned, bioterrorist???

Listen. If you're really ready to go all in on the mortal enemies route, imma let you know, as long as we're speaking of Nicholas, he's gonna be hell on Nathalie.

Silas operates as a lone wolf at a great distance so that Nicholas backing him up is never discovered, so most people he associates with professionally don't even know he exists. And as a person, Nicholas is generally way more pleasant than Silas, but his mean streak is just as wide, if not wider, than Silas'. You arranged his big bro's murder, Reyes - when you start getting threatening messages from "St. Nick", the beginning of the end is already in motion. Silas is fucking around in Romania with the Duke trying to find his older sister. Nicholas is doing his backup and cyber-harassing his enemies on the side.

[dethglory]

📏 + 5’0 for Laili (@cupsraised)

left : krauser @ 6'7" ~ / right : laili @ 5'0"

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[separatedway]

@cupsraised

"I can't imagine what it's like to try to run PR on some of these things your coworkers do."

[ofvoidx]

q. [13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy. @cupsraised from this prompt , always accepting .

this is something that happens often too. it's either claire's bed or lani's bed, but they always end up in one or the other together just so they could be together. the tv playing in the background as they either chat about something entirely random . . . or just lay on each other until one of them inevitably falls asleep first. AND SOMEBODY USUALLY DOES FALL ASLEEP BY THIS POINT . this day is just one of those days that are a little different. claire is surprisingly so distracted by lani's lips that she, herself, barely even notices that she reaches over to the other side of the bed and wraps her along lani's jawline. NOBODY'S SPEAKING .

. . . and that is probably the only reason either of them realized somebody was about to act on all that tension that's been there.

IT'S CLAIRE THAT MOVES FORWARD . she's the one that closes that small gap between them on the comfortable bed. claire legitimately just presses her lips against lani's, lingers slightly, but doesn't really deepen the kiss. PULLS BACK AFTER A COUPLE SECONDS . she's giving lani that leeway to decide whether or not the kiss can deepen, of course.

[ofvoidx]

━ plotted starter with @cupsraised .

" i don't personally think anyone's case board and tracker ever looks nearly as neat as mine. why do i buy yarn, hm? " that was a rhetorical question, both claire and lani know it's because she uses it for any investigations. NOT TO KNIT . she's also saying this rather casually like she isn't just randomly here, on lani's case with no other indication she was coming. and you know━ she wouldn't be walking around this whole entire place of her own accord if she didn't have a petite sized dso agent with her. she can throw her own name around but it actually doesn't hold as much weight as sherry birkin's name within goverment sectors, projects, or investigation sites.

it's also quite rare one of claire's own missions even ends early without struggle or consequences, but maybe there's a god out there that decided now's a good time to actually spend energy with claire's girlfriend . . . and their practical daughter.

[emer4ldstar]

[ 1 NEW NOTIFICATION! ]

@cupsraised 's Bailey sends -> [text ] can you bring snacks on your way here?

[ TXT -> Bails ] Gotcha!

[ TXT -> Bails ] What snacks do you want me to get? ....or am I getting the usual? 👀

[ TXT -> Bails ] But like, don't be mad at me for taking ages, you KNOW I love a good snack, okay??

[fableswcrn]

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"Mmm..." Cael uttered out softly as he pulled the mug of hot chocolate away from his lips. He was at his regular café and just enjoying the sunshine that they hadn't gotten in a while. The past week or so had been nothing but rain. There was nothing wrong with the rain of course, he was from Scotland after all were it did nothing but rain and some of the pictures he captured in the rain were superb, but sometimes you just gotta a love a bit of heat on the skin.

Eyes glancing out the windows, he heard footsteps approaching and then stopping nearby. He turned his head to see someone standing at his table who wasn't one of the waitresses. Though, he recognized them. He hadn't spoke with them just knew who they were. "It's Bailey right? You work at the BSAA." He drank some more. "Can I help you with something?"

[ashcr0ft]

@cupsraised from Lani asked “ late  1800s  and  early  to  mid  1900s.  peak  ghost  time.  90%  of  ghosts  are  from  that  era. ”

"I think one of my all-time favorite real-life ghost stories was a ghost from the 1800's. She was a maid who supposedly died in the house, and over the years, someone renovated it. Well, her normal path from one room to another had become a solid wall. But she didn't know that, according to ghost hunters, ghosts see how things were for them. So that wall wasn't there; it was a doorway. The owners had made it their main room; they never verified the time, but each night, probably around three a.m., the witching hour. This maid would walk through a doorway into a solid wall, disappearing."

Grace smiled as Lani stared at her, her eyes slightly wider than when she had started the random bit of ghostly lore. Moving onto the next room, she stared up at a portrait of an old man in a wheelchair. "Sometimes I wonder who haunts the abandoned buildings. Like would this..." Clearing the dust from the plaque underneath the portrait. "Oswell E. Spencer haunting here? Or is he stuck in his world where everything is normal, and we are haunting him? He hears footsteps as we walk around searching the area."