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What y'all think about this piece #Repost @gunstruction (@get_repost) ・・・ So I gotta say while I do have some really sweet toys in the safe, this PDW from @freetimeenthusiast collection has me very envious! Loving this build with that @fluxdefense magnificence! #Gunstruction #ComeAndMakeThem #FluxDefense #PDW #Glock #mrv1779 (at Canovanas @ La Central) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fkSXqgsRa/?igshid=1xvfw7cpma2b0

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Look at this tacticool nightmare.

#gunstruction #tacticool #burn it

@gunstruction asked : “You treat all your ladies like this?” for Lest or I may die

" sweetheart, i don’t treat anyone like anything. " the vastaya lets the words linger, her tone carrying a certain sweetness that suggests she’s always one step ahead. " people aren’t simple enough to be put in boxes, & neither am i — i treat people how they deserve to be treated . . . & how they let me. "

she steps a little closer, her presence magnetic, but there’s no hint of intimidation, only the confidence of someone who’s mastered the art of survival. " as for you, darling, you’ve got a certain presence about you. " her voice softens just a touch, like a whisper shared between equals, before her eyes harden with a quiet edge. " that makes you more than just another lady in the room. you’re not some pawn to move around like the rest, caitlyn. best for you to remember, sweet as i may be, i’ve got my own game to play. "

lest smiles again, her voice carrying the same honeyed quality, but there's a warning in it, too. " so if you think I’m playing favorites . . . well, maybe i am — but don’t get too comfortable, love. we both know how this city works. "

#q.#✧ › ◜ lest. ◞ ic.#gunstruction

🍓 SURPRISE your sister. i want to hear about your sister

send me for 🍓 positivity | @gunstruction wants to hear about my sister <3

i keep trying to start and then pausing bc it's just!! where do i begin?? my sister is one of the most important people in my life, and yeah, we've fought time and again like most siblings. but when i think about traveling somewhere new, i always think of going with my sister. seeing a movie, going to an escape room -- i think about my sister. she's just!! my best friend honestly :' ) i can go to her about my worries and know she'll hear me out, i can show her ridiculous memes and videos and she'll humor me ( what we find funny sometimes varies... a lot ASDFG ), and i always have a good time if i'm with her. i feel like this doesn't fully encompass how i feel exactly, but!! bottom line is i love her and she's an amazing person <3 like the day after she got over the worst of being sick, she washed a load of clothes for me even after i told her not to worry about it bc she should rest. that's the sort of person she is. she'd be absolutely embarrassed if she knew i was saying all of this about her, too :' )

#gunstruction #this was a very sweet thing to ask me so thank you <3 #get ready to ramble | ooc

VI FEELS AWKWARD LIKE THIS. as though he has been beaten open, bruised and sore rawness laid bare before her eyes - before the touch against his throat so soft yet so... he watches her with rapt attention, attempts to understand what he can see behind eyes so sharp and icy clear. vi isn't certain how it makes him feel. like the only person in her world! & like she's staring so far down at him that she can't actually, really see him.

he opens his mouth to speak but finds the words fall flat against his tongue, slide off. disappear. vi swallows against the lingering touch of her fingers, a crease forming just above his nose that twists features into something contorted. something more real. what he wouldn't give to have clarity on... 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.

what were they to one another? really.

❝ i'm not - ❞ it sounds ridiculous when he tries to deny it. for all his bite, at the end of the day, it was still true. he was insecure when it came to her. why wouldn't he be? she was... her. and he was just...

vi reaches up, takes hold of her wrist but doesn't release her. ❝ look, cupcake. ❞

what was there really to say but deny it and embarrass himself? he bites his tongue from that at least. fingers flex, linger, let go. his arm drops down to his side but he keeps her gaze solidly.

❝ i'm just trying to explain that i'm not... we come from two very, very different worlds. ❞ she shouldn't get her hopes up, neither should he. it was for the best, right? oil & water. ❝ and... ❞

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮? so, so much. he settles for nothing.

vi brushes it off wholly. ❝ never mind, forget i mentioned anything. ❞

@gunstruction cont.

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❛ maybe you just need someone to tell you what to do. ❜

crime themed sentence starters.

WHAT THE FUCK? there was something between them as of late that had soured the once sweetness of time together. vi had ignored it at first. who was he to rock the boat on what little stability he felt he had in his life... but ignoring it had become more difficult with the passing of time. his nose scrunches, brows furrowed slightly with a firm press of his lips. maybe caitlyn didn't mean it like that. maybe he was just overreacting. she sounded genuine, like she meant what she said. it wasn't spoken maliciously just---

𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩. that's all that could be said about that.

❝ you're really tryin' to do this right now, cait? ❞ vi shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, blue eyes glance at her face then away, parry against the sterling expression on her face. all of this... was already difficult enough without her saying things that made him feel like shit. that added to the stress that he felt. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

he sighs outright, frustrated. ❝ i just--- need time to think about it. ❞

there was little more he could do. she was so eager to rush him because she didn't understand what he was going through. how could she? they were from two entirely different worlds. it was sweet when she tried. sometimes it felt like that was all he needed in the world. someone to try. but then she said stuff like this without an ounce of consideration to what it would mean to him. caitlyn pressed and pressured and - it was as though she thought she could make diamond out of him.

❝ i'm not trying to argue with you. ❞ the worms of guilt & doubt. maybe he was the one at fault for this. if he could just be more ( MORE ANYTHING ELSE! ) then it wouldn't be like this. blunt nails dig into bandaged palms, muscle of his jaw jumping and tense as he finally meets her gaze again, uncertain of what he'll see there now. anticipating the judgement, the shrewdness for disagreement. ❝ can we forget it for now? i'd rather not think about it after the day i've had. ❞

AND EVEN STILL! vi cannot help but briefly desire to tempt to bridge the gap that's so far between them he cannot see the other side of it. he takes a half forward, towards her as if he's going to reach out and take her hand in his to placate... but stops before thought falls into action. instead he grunts, once more avoiding her gaze. 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, and he allows himself to slide down against it.