#dapperfvck

[stormweathered-arc1]

@dapperfvck​ asked:  “ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

   ❛  HOW DO YOU FORGET SOMETHING LIKE THAT ? ❜   Though the words are growled under his breath, he's not actually angry; he's on edge, sure, but he's made a little curious by this place that John has led him to. It's not as though he has not seen places of the dead;  he has felt the chill of hauntings and knows them well. 

   Even so, as with anything potential lurking danger: with it being so beyond the reach of the PHYSICAL, it makes him a little UNEASY — particularly since he can't SEE them. This, in stark contrast to John's seeming utter nonchalance. ❛ Should I be WORRIED? ❜

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED

[traumaturgic]

“Happy birthday, luv. I’m afraid your present is delayed.”

                                                   ---𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @dapperfvck​

❝ DELAYED ? AWW.   Guess you're just gonna have to take its place til it gets here. So ? What'cha get me ? ❞ The corner of his lip lifts as he leans forward, nuzzling his nose against John's. He's content with this gift--but sue him, he's still curious.

[bloodiedpearls]

@dapperfvck​

“Do you know what this is?” It wasn’t easy for Batman to admit he didn’t know something, but since it was an amulet with a mystical symbol on it, it stung a little less. It was known Batman hated to deal with the supernatural. John or Zatanna were his best bet if he wanted to solve this, so he handed John the amulet in question. It was golden with strange encarvings. “A woman had it at a charity event.” She had left it behind after leaving Bruce’s hotel room in the early morning. It seemed very deliberate. He was probably cursed now.

[chaschandler]

@dapperfvck from here.

    “Dunno. Wishful thinking? Sounds like a personal problem.” 

“My whole life is a wishful thinkin’, then. Fuckin’ congratulations to me.”

[mediocremorals]

        he’s still wearing a jacket that they’d stolen from lost and found, over the shirt they’d also claimed, an outdated - vibrant justin beiber monstrosity that he’d been all too happy to claim. “an’ do ya 'ave tha’ orange chicken?” the waitress standing at their table nodded in acknowledgement, still quiet. “steamed rice then an’ some crab rangoons,” she’d already brought out there drinks and he’s already halfway through the coke that he’d been provided. she’d already snagged john’s order and seemed visibly relieved to no longer have to be there. the restaurant wasn’t busy, there were only three tables with people at them. she was likely overdue for a smoke break in the alley behind the building if the smell of nicotine on her was any indication. 

        “ya’ rescue people from allies an' buy them food often then?” there was an explanation of some sort there. most people didn’t make a habit of acts of kindness, especially after so many repetitively. cassidy took another long drink through his plastic straw until the coke reached the bottom of the plastic cup. // @dapperfvck

[cybervigilant]

@dapperfvck  (cont)

    “Bold o’ you t’assume that I do,” John remarked drily, though he was just being a twat, truth be told. He did like to live dangerously, but didn’t necessarily believe his cock should tempt fate so flagrantly as well. He narrowed his eyes at the man who was not nervously looking for a reason not to meet his eye nor trying to find something to do with his hands despite the innocuous looking pendent we was turning over between long, dexterous fingers. “There’s a malicious spirit attached t’that,” John addressed the pertinent issue of Elliot touching his stuff without asking first. “Been tryin’ t’sort a way t’ward or exorcise it but have been unsuccessful thus far. Bloke that sold it t’me claimed prolonged contact tends t’affect one’s general disposition. Lookin’ at y’now, ‘m inclined t’believe ‘im.”

MR rolled his neck a bit with a soft pop before he perked his brow quickly. “That’s disgusting,” he huffed in amusement before giving the pendent a quick toss in the air and catching it easily in his hand. “Oh? No way. Imagine that,” he murmured as he turned his attention back down at the object in his palm without showing much sign he was going to put it down even with that ominous warning. MR knew he hadn’t been triggered because of it so not like it was actually doing anything to them, right? Maybe best to be cautious and -- respect the man’s stuff. “I’ll just put that back then,” he added with another amused huffed as he carefully returned the pendent to the shelve he’d found it on. “Nice place you’ve got here, man. Kinda creepy but I dig it.” A nod as he looked around appreciatively. “Can I bum a smoke?”

[perfectdespair]

SCREAM MEME | ACCEPTING @dapperfvck​ asked: ❛ Tell me something.  Did you really put her liver in the mailbox?  ❜

“How else would I have mailed it to her husband?” The question was an absurd one but from Darla’s lips it barely even seemed rhetorical. She took a sip of wine, maintaining eye contact with John over the rim of the glass. “The more interesting story is what I did with her heart.”

[dcvilment]

@dapperfvck​ said : “woah there”

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 “𝑾𝒐𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆” 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆’𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒑

Matt was familiarizing himself with John’s living room as the man poured them drinks. He sensed a bit of nerves from the other man, no doubt wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt himself wandering around or maybe he dangerous stuff around his place. Earned a tug of Murdock’s lips as he made sure to use his cane as he mapped that room out a bit. He made a slight show of bumping his knees the side of the couch John was on before his fingers found the arm to lean his cane against. He could smell liquor but it would be ignored on the table for now because Matt pressed a knee into the cushion on John’s side to straddle the man’s lap without much warning. A grin spread on his lips at John’s remark of surprise. 

“Not too heavy, am I?” Matthew asked as hands slid over the back of of John’s shoulders. He knew he wasn’t very large but he was a lot of muscle. Muscle that was well hidden with his work suits most days but he was dressed down to just his dress shirt, unbuttoned a bit. “I can get off if you want?” He teased lightly, hand slipping under John’s chin to tilt his mouth upwards. “Hm?”