#guarddcg

[biimyeong]

@guard-dcg. SON JUNSEO.

❝ ---- ..... seriously? ❞

[fortunefavours-a]

@guarddcg​

jordan was bored and that was always a dangerous thing. all work and no play made jordy a dull girl, after all. she knew that she and nick had come to this club so he could settle some business, but he’d also told her there’d be some time for them to just enjoy themselves. that had been an hour and a half ago and she was tired of waiting.

the redhead puts a little extra sway in her hips as she saunters over from the bar to the table set in the back corner, setting a drink in front of nick before she plants herself right into his lap, arm coming around to rest over his shoulders. they wouldn’t be able to ignore her now. she brushes a kiss to his cheek in faux greeting so she can whisper in his ear. “get rid of them.”

[holyfailed]

@guarddcg​

jordan was bored. it was too early to go out and holly was busy somewhere with ty, so that left her one option to alleviate her problem. nick. of course, she knew he was handling business things today, but if it wasn’t too serious, he might be inclined to indulge her. the low cut top she was wearing couldn’t hurt either. she gives a gentle knock at his office door, opening it before he gets the chance to call out and slipping inside. she’s all prepared with an apologetic smile until she sees exactly who’s sitting across from nick, the smile quickly morphing into a scowl.

“what the fuck is he doing here?”

[futurepop]

@guarddcg liked for a starter.

     “You um, got a little something on your face.” Muses the starlet as she motions to the cut on his face. She would offer some help, but she has absolutely no clue what to do since injuries like that are not something she has to deal with as an android. 

[matryoshkakiller-archive]

𝐈'𝐌  𝐀  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄,   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐌𝐘  𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐈𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋,  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋,  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋,  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋

@matryoshkakiller  //  @guarddcg

[pastelstrength-blog]

@guarddcg plotted starter

if there were superpowers in the world produced by mutations, Neni had one. and that one was to barely need any sleep. she had once read somewhere that a small percentage of people needed less sleep than others, and once again she was proven she was one of them.

the party had been wild, they usually were. models, rich people, alcohol, drugs... and if that had not been enough somehow she had decided to take a guy home with her whose name she didn't even know... well by the look of him he was the type to sneak out without a goodbye. and that had also kind of been the reason that she had chosen him from all the hot people you met at parties like that. just some hot guy who was not in the business she'd not need to meet again...

but she had given him all the chances to get up and leave she could. attempted to sleep longer than usual, then went showering, and even already finished her yoga mourning routine. but nameless-dude was still asleep in her bed. and it was already 7am!

so sitting cross-legged on her bed she stared at him in growing frustration until she started to gently nudge him with her hand, which would grow to annoying poking if he didn't decide to wake up fast.

         ❝ hey, sleeping handsome... I am kind of awake and you missed your chance to do the sneaking out thing... so I am going to make breakfast and wanted to know if you want some... do you prefer waffles or pancakes? ❞

[withalisp]

starter  call .    @guarddcg .

       ❝     can  i  ask  what    possible  good    could  come  from  this ?     ❞

[dxsole]

Careful

@biteytm

@goodliest

@guarddcg

@misshclly

@armsdealing

“That’s not...that’s not how you are meant to hold that...” Idris chimes in, brows furrowing as he approaches the newcomer, gingerly trying to move their hands to better cradle the canopic jar. “I realize it doesn’t look like much but this is...centuries old and very, very fragile.” He tries to explain. “You must treat it like you’re holding a newborn...very, very carefully.”