#for matty

[awkward-radar-tech]

I got a Charlie!

[intombedarc]

 “  i thought i heard footsteps,  ”  way to spot the devil in disguise under the pale moonlight. this city was far too quiet for the cat’s liking. a small pouch of gems nestle between her claws (a nifty distraction from the real prize), she keeps it behind her back and holds a cheeky grin. turning on her heels to face front and center, pretending there was nothing to string along like there was nothing to hide is part of the game for her,  “  nice night for a walk. care to tag along?  ”  her sweet voice was a taste of pure cinnamon and sugar; a sticky, warm flavor that was addictive all together. she would’ve inched forward, maybe drive home her purrsuasion but alas, she’s playing it by ear.

@defectivexfragmented​​

[intombedarc]

cold marble in the midst of an evening celebration has never felt so utterly refreshing on parts of her skin. consider her to be ill prepared but her suit had to be left behind in order to maneuver through this gala. weaving her way up the building and leaving the party behind, her mission was quite simple: obtain intel in order to weaponize against the yakuza. their business in the city was beginning to crawl under her skin– she couldn’t sit by and let a weapons trade happen right under her nose. her presence was made exposed by a small slip, one that was taken care of immediately before more members would peer around the corner of the floor she was on. elektra kept her sais in tact and her daggers masked. a few cuts and bruises decorated her exposed skin, hiding behind turned over furniture as she plotted her next move. she refused to get matthew involved, it wasn’t his mission to snoop around in. and yet somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she knows the devil to appear once he crosses her mind.

@defectivexfragmented​​

[intombedarc]

pale knuckles were aching, scarlet under the skin that indicated pressure and exerted force. spending the night punching through goon after goon helped her to snore off any excess anxiety that forbids her to sleep. the smell of brewing coffee danced all the way up to her nose, a small twitch of it and the rolling of her closed eyes drew her near to consciousness. she kept her eyes closed, trying to be careful with herself to not snap them open and be greeted with the brightness of the city’s sun. french vanilla was in the air, warm, inviting and rich. very few people had access to her apartment and she was aware of one in the neighborhood bold enough to sneak their way in,  “  the hell—?  ”  she croaked softly, furrowed brows in confusion. clearing her throat, elbows dragged along blue sheets to prop herself up. with tousled hair and an exhausted expression, she finds herself more alert to hear a bit of movement just across her bedroom,  “  murdock?  ”  called out the private eye,  “  is that you?  ”

@defectivexfragmented​

[actually--amy]

Don't do it Cain.

[rosenvenus]

6 am reading about functional alcoholism 

[shastaisariot]

Text to: Tighty Whytey

Shasta: when you took shots of vodka with me. i ended up puking on lottie. i didnt wanna post it on twitter because my sister follows me.