#keenesthound

[ficjhtclub]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES STARTERS : accepting. @keenesthound asked “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while.” to Joseph

At this point, the fight clubs practically ran themselves. That’s right— clubs. Plural. He and Tyler had been wordlessly led from spot to spot the other night by a few eager members, three clubs taking up residence around town. It seemed that Lou’s basement just hadn’t been big enough for every guy looking to find their shiny new center of gravity.

Guys had started moving into Paper Street, men with buzzcuts and black shirts and when Tyler barked orders at them, they fell in line right at his heels. And since Joe followed him around like a stray mutt, they trailed right after him, too. Nobody tried to question his rank or importance. Hell, they took Joe’s word just as soon as they took Tyler’s. He was at the helm of something big. Bigger than he wanted to admit, judging by the tabloids.

Sleep wasn’t at the top of his to-do list. He hadn’t noticed it right away, but the insomnia was back again. Full force.

So here he was with Will, having breakfast for dinner in some diner because he just rea11y had a hankering for bacon that he couldn’t get out of his system. Not sure why. Didn’t care to question it much.

He’d been staring off into the empty space to his left, into the aisle of the empty diner half-run by members of Fight Club #1. Or was it #3? Will’s words finally caught up to him.

“ Rest? ” Joseph shook his head, thinking he was doing it quickly but in reality actually moving a little slow. “ No. No, if I let my guard down now, everything will just—“ he mimed something massive falling down with his hands, his fork in his right hand.

His right hand? He’s left-handed. Confusion evident across his features, Joe switched his fork over to his other hand.

“ Listen, man, ” he said, holding his hands up to gesture again—in a placating way this time— “ I get what you’re saying. And...thank you, I know I look like shit, but there’s so much shit I have to do. Did you know— “ he leaned forward, bending over the table, maybe too much, maybe he was being weird, “ that the scent of lavender deters mice? And flies, and mosquitoes, and loads of other pests? People say it helps put them to sleep, but it just makes me fee1 weird. ”

He paused and tried to meet Will’s gaze. “ ...I say that because—they’re growing lavender out in the back of my house, now. For the soap... ”

[bloodofthemayfairs]

@keenesthound​

Lada was silent as she observed the male, her eyes wandering over him slowly. There was something predatory within her gaze; she was an apex predator after all, and there was no use in her hiding it. To her, the male seemed lost in thought, or he was avoiding conversation with her. That second thought did not sit well with her at all.

“You’re quiet.” She stated, eyeing Will. Her voice leaves her lips deep, laced with a mixture of Estuary and Romanian. “I don’t like it.”

[mypandora-box]

∞

put a “∞” in my ask box and I’ll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

aaaa i’m so glad we’re interacting <3 there we go:

“I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeahYou ease my mind, you make everything feel fineWorried 'bout those comments, I'm way too numbIt's way too dumb, yeah”

[blessedxsilence]

“ you shouldn’t be shooting off guns around here. ”

“Well the range is closed, what else am I supposed to do?” She asked. “Besides, it’s not like there’s any danger. It’s basically a cap gun, I’m just using it for target practice.”

[hawksired]

@keenesthound​ said: Now my inner voice sounds like you and I can’t get you out of my head.

𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐔𝐌 and it floats a sly smile along his face. “ Is that so? ” It’s a question that doesn’t need answering as Matthew peers at Will Graham’s sad, determined face, the man’s eyes holding truth in their pupils. “ Isn’t that a good thing? ”

[bunnivalentine]

‘  i’m searching for something that i can’t reach.  ’

( * &. ━  HALSEY BADLANDS LYRIC STARTERS + @keenesthound

“ aren’t we ALL ? ” what an obvious thing to state. tired hands throw down the rag into the sink beside her. it’s end of day, dessert inventory is low, but certainly there’s enough to DONATE for a good cause.  this poor man seemed like he may be RUN down. she washes her hands, dries them and soon starts the coffee pot back up. “ you know, usually i can’t reach for much without a step stool. being short tends to effect what i can and CAN’T grab from the top of my cabinets at home…” she began before taking out the leftovers of various pastries from the glass case. they are set in front of them. “ now eat something. maybe you can figure out what is is you’re REACHING for. my father ALWAYS said hunger and fear are the only realities in dog life: an empty stomach makes for a fierce dog. so cheer up, buttercup.” 

[vilecosmos]

@keenesthound​

They should have about twenty minutes before the guards at shift change get back to the body. This is their opening. All they need is ten minutes to get the perfect shots—nothing more, nothing less. Ellis should be out of here long before anyone ever notices that something is amiss. They stifle a giggle, knowing full well that making noise is not the way to go. It’s a giddy feeling—the fact that there’s some danger to this, the fact that they could very possibly get caught.

They start snapping photos, crouching down low to get a good angle. The Chesapeake Ripper has made another masterpiece and their online friends absolutely adore the way they capture the killer’s magnificence. Their friends will love this! Their friends will adore them for this! It makes their heart pound even harder with excitement. Oh, how they long for approval! How they long for the warmth of validation!

Eight minutes have passed and they’re finishing up with a satisfied little smirk. It’s only when a voice calls for them to stop do they whip around. Smirk immediately turns into a frown and they let out a soft, somewhat frightened whine. “Aw nuts.” Their father, after all, had always taught them that swearing in front of strangers left a bad first impression. . .then again, they’re pretty sure taking illicit photographs of a murder scene also leaves a bad impression, so. They’re basically screwed even if they have good manners, aren’t they?

[maidmagic-a]

@keenesthound​ said:  ❛ they say if you wanna tell a story right , you gotta start at the beginning. ❜

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘   :   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

    “  i don’t know about you, but i’ve always been fascinated by stories that started at the end and then showed you the missing pieces.  “ she replies with a wry smile. true, the right way to tell a story was to start at the beginning. but zatanna’s never been someone who’s gone the normal route of doing anything. normal was a bit boring to her. her gaze flickers over to him and she raises a brow, her interest peaking. “  speaking of stories, what’s yours? everyone has one.  “