#iseethefamiliar

[orphanedshadow]

Deep brown eyes didn’t blink as they observed the detective, the rest of the android’s body unnaturally still. Even its dim LED seemed paused, though it was barely visible under the thick coating of muck and the duct-tape bandages used to patch various leaks.

Without breaking eye contact it pulls out a bit of dirty chalk, bringing it into contact with the metal of the interrogation room table to write a single word.

“WHY?” It wasn’t sure what exactly it was asking, yet the question was there. Why was it here? Why did the humans care what it did? Why did they say they had questions? It was all very confusing, and the little android really wanted to get back to its life of crime. After all it was the same kind of criminal as mice were, and they didn’t get punished, so clearly it too was too small to be worth capturing…or something like that.

@iseethefamiliar​ gets a starter

[detective--reed]

@iseethefamiliar

It was supposed to be a good day. Four years of college, then four months of police academy training, all leading up to today. Hundreds of hours studying, testing, making fucking flash cards, running and training until he dropped. Dozens of applications all across the region. He’d had to borrow a suit to the interview, and panicked all the way to and from it. 

But it had all been worth it. He’d gotten the job, junior detective at the Detroit Police Department. As close to a dream job as they came. He’d hardly slept the night before, making sure everything was perfect and ready to go. Even then, he’d gotten up before the sun, and ended up at the precinct a solid hour before his shift. 

After introducing himself to just about everybody in the precinct, he’d found his desk-his desk-and sat down to make sure log ins and everything worked. He was still a rookie, so he’d been assigned to work with one of their more experienced detectives. When Gavin found out who, he’d nearly had a heart attack. 

Lieutenant Hank Anderson. The Lieutenant Anderson. The one who’d taken on the Red Ice case that led to a series of major drug busts. The youngest Lieutenant on the force. Gavin had followed that story very closely, but he couldn’t believe he was going to work with him. It hadn’t helped his nerves at all.

Of course, he’d recognized the Lieutenant as soon as he walked in, and jumped up out of his chair to introduce himself. 

“Hello! I’m Detective Anderson. I-I mean. Gavin. Reed. I’m Detective Gavin Reed. I was assigned to you, to work with you I mean.” He fumbled, tripping over his words. Phck. He’d messed up on his first impression. He had one job today. His face went pink and he rubbed the back of his head. So much for first impressions. He thought.

[immovable-force]

Angst meme

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Tagging: @pawnshopsouls​ @wild-pineapple-butt​ @kyojin-daelko​, and anyone else that wants to!

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been cheated on |  been bullied  |  told a horrible lie |  stolen something of value  |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  |  bullied someone |  punched someone in the face |  been beaten up  |  broken a bone  | been admitted to a hospital  |  had a near - death experience / died  |  been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  |  bled severely  | killed someone  |  had an attempt on your life  |  made an attempt on your own life  |  lost someone  |  loved someone  |  gone without food for over three days |  gone without sleep for over three days |  been tortured  | been slapped by a parent or higher up  |  been abused by someone who should have loved/ appreciated/ valued you  |  had a panic attack  |  been in a car accident  |  had sex  |  had sex with a stranger |  passed out from pain  |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed |  hurt yourself  |  taken your anger out on yourself  |  taken your anger out on someone you love  |  been used  |  felt used  |  used someone  | been terrified  |  played a cruel game on someone  |  been dominant  |  been submissive  |  been forced to smile  |  felt too many things at once  |  laughed when you felt like crying

[ambitiouslyruthless]

@iseethefamiliar​ said: "Any extra time with you is a punishment."

Buzzfeed Unsolved Sentence Starters 「Open.」

“This isn’t exactly a fucking holiday for me either,” Gavin grumbles quite unhappily, his feet resting up on top of his desk. He didn’t like the idea of spending unpaid overtime hours alongside fucking Anderson. The aged Detective had once been someone Gavin looked up to, admired even, but now? Yeah fucking right. Anderson would come into the fucking precient drunk or dealing with a fucking hang over. 

It irritated Gavin to see how far someone he once looked up to had fallen. What did that mean to him if he had ever considered Hank someone to look up to.

A scowl comes from Gavin as he moves his feet off of his desk, his attention being drawn to the fucking archives box that had been brought up for them to sort through. “Fucking paperwork,” he grumbles mostly to himself as he reaches into the box to bring out god damn notebooks. 

[idontkillorphans]

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Send 👀 to walk in on my muse in their underwear

“I did not know Detroit could get this hot.” Sleipnir prided himself on being smart., or at least one of the smartest in his family. But clearly that counted for nothing because here he was, half naked, drenched in sweat with his thick jeans and jumper elsewhere, trying to distract from his own prosthetic. 

“A warning would have been nice.” 

[the-wonder-wall]

Closed starter for @iseethefamiliar

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. What the fuck had he just seen? Wyatt was crouched behind a dumpster, scared out of his mind. He didn't dare move for fear of being seen as a second shot rang out. As heavy footsteps stomped closer it took every bit of self-control Wyatt had not to bolt.

Had he already been seen? Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me. He damn near pissed himself when something was tossed into the trashcan with a metallic thud and the footsteps faded into the opposite direction.

Minutes passed before Wyatt even thought to breathe, let alone peek his head out. But when he finally worked up the nerve, he wished he had sooner. There on the ground was the victim of tonight's events, dead and lying in a pool of his own blood. The sight made Wyatt feel sick.

How long had he been alive? If Wyatt had left his hiding spot sooner, could this man have been saved? Wyatt didn't want to think about it. In all honesty he was half-tempted to leave, a thought he immediately dismissed. He couldn't bare the thought of someone just leaving him like this, dead or alive, he wouldn’t do it to someone else. It was only then that Wyatt remembered he'd forgotten his phone at home. Shit.

His hands trembled as he reached towards the man, intent on finding a phone. He had to call emergency services somehow. Don't look, don't look. Wyatt's stomach did flip flops as he moved to dig through the man's pockets, cringing when he felt blood wet his palms. God he hated shit like this, he just wanted the night to be over already.

[golden-butterfly]

"This guy sounds like a real piece of shit."

Prompt─!

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❝Who is?❞ Peeking up her head at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Makoto tilt her head in curiosity. Perhaps she missed something while she was lost in her mind, thinking about what happened in throughout her day. A review if she could consider it. Uneventful and the same as any other day. Nothing too interesting happened, but still. Regardless, she turned her gaze in the direction of the speaker. His blurry figure came into sight. The details she could pick up about him struck out to her, especially since he appeared to be close by. Close enough to make out enough details with her poor eyesight.

❝What did this guy do exactly?❞

[immovable-force]

Yank to Loqero “ i’m gonna have to ask you to leave. ”

The Greatest Showman Memes (Part 2)  (Guest muse: Loqero)

"See, but do you really have to, though?" The tall devil chuckled, sprawling himself fully across Hank’s couch. “I’m not hurting anyone, just giving you a perfectly reasonable offer, explaining all the pros and cons--”

“Fuck’s sake Loqero, just get outta here before he dumps holy water on you and throws you in a cage,” Kew growled. He didn’t want to see his only real friend unless Hank counted get captured like he did! No devil was immune to holy water, even Loqero couldn’t be that stupid! Although, apparently he was stupid to come in here and try to offer sex in exchange for Kew’s freedom, like that was the best thing he had to offer. (It probably was, in Loqero’s mind.)

He didn’t voice any of that out loud. As a result, Loqero simply sighed. “It’s not like I’m making him take the deal--”

“He’s right there.”

Loqero rolled his eyes and turned back to Hank. “It’s not like I’m making you take the deal, just making sure you know what you’re missing out on. Like one of those door-to-door salesmen that sits in your house and does product demos, do those even still exist? I haven’t seen one in forever, but I also haven’t had a steady address--” He cleared his throat, standing up to his full height. “I could sweeten the deal you know. I mean, you’re holding Kew captive to research devils, right? Could probably show you all kinds of cool stuff if you let him go. Not just in bed I mean, like... Have you ever seen a ritual in person? Like, a real one? Could do that. Could tell you a bunch about what Hell’s like, get the Lord of the Dead to give you a call.”

Kew pinched his nose. “Why the hell didn’t you open with any of that?”

“Shut up, you’re captured, you’re not negotiating,” Loqero said without looking at Kew. “C’mon... Anderson, right? What’s it gonna take to let that poor, innocent little devil go? Or do you really just want me to leave?”