#mechamaniii

[missblazr]

“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.” @mechamaniii

a roll of her eyes, a playful jab to his side with an elbow before she shoved her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt. "okay, just because i can't FLY right now does not mean i'm incapable of kicking someone's butt." a beat, a decision. "someone's ASS." trying not to be so dorky -- but correcting yourself so that you can put in a curse... kind of just makes you dorkier. a sigh. she couldn't win.

"but you can walk me home. besides, i might need your help getting a snack from the cabinet. i put some things up on the top shelf and i don't really feel like having to either become blonde blazer or use a chair to reach it." flashing a smile, cheeky and playful before she took a few, quick steps down the empty street. a few raindrops beginning to hit the pavements, the smell of it hitting her nose and having her thinking: damn. this was a pretty wonderful night.

"we might want to walk a little faster though -- unless you WANT to be completely drenched."

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"Hey, Robert, we just got a call about some weird spraypaint symbols. Do me a favor when you send someone out, have them take a picture. This is really, really important."

It wasn't often that Emma was around the office, and it was even less often that she was doing...this. Asking for help? Yeah, unusual to say the least.

[missblazr]

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here? // lessgooooooo @mechamaniii

he'd caught her right as she was taking a sip of her drink (if you could call it that -- but instead of straight vodka, it was tequila so... it could be worse?) and thank GOD she caught herself or else she would've choked on it. a small cough as the liquid found its way down the wrong pipe, a brow arched as she looked him over. was he fucking with her? sometimes it was hard to tell -- his tone so dry that it often took an extra half second for her to parse through it.

"what, you're not absolutely loving this too-loud nickelback that someone keeps playing on the jukebox and the loud sobs of the guy next to us who just got broken up with? i have a theory that these two things are linked, by the way." a cheeky smile, if not the slightest bit bashful before she took another, more successful, sip of her drink.

"where exactly... did you have in mind?"

[inkflowd]

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss // >:3 @mechamaniii

"you of all people do NOT get to tell me what to do --" angry, maybe even furious (although, to be fair, she was projecting a bit... and he just so happened to be right there and so EASY to project onto). hands moving to grab her meticulously labeled and organized stack of papers -- different colored tabs indicating levels of importance, subjects... everything she'd been pouring her heart and soul into these last few months.

lune thought that robert would understand. he was the only one that might.

"it's not RECKLESS if i'm in a controlled environment with safety precautions, backup plans -- jesus christ, i can take care of myself." because she was on the brink of something. something important. something NECESSARY. her parents' ghosts breathing down her neck like they always did... and she was one step closer to finishing what they started.

the fight had been relentless, exhausting, and lune was red in the face by the time she opened her mouth to tell him to shut the fuck up before feeling his lips upon hers. and it was the most surprising thing, something that she did not in a million years factor in as a possibility. she heard her oh-so-perfect papers hit the floor before she truly realized that she had drop them. and she was MAD, she was pissed, she was enraged -- she wanted to push him, to tell him to back the fuck off. so what, HE could be reckless and she couldn't? was that what it was? she couldn't even think anymore, any argument or venomous word fizzing out of her mind like a busted firework.

and then she was kissing him back. it was fierce, it was rough, it was the snapping of the twig that was her self control and tightly wound emotions.

[5hroud]

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting? 🎮 — favorite video game(s)? 🖊 — any tattoos?

[ prompt. ]

✈️ — ever travelled anywhere interesting? yes! back when i was seventeen, i got the opportunity to travel to south africa because of my college course where we stayed at a game reserve for two weeks, participating in looking after and maintaining the flora and fauna there. we got to use machetes to cut down trees, tracked and photographed predators like cheetah and lions, filled pot holes with elephant poop, shot guns and a bunch of other really fascinating and fun stuff!

🎮 — favourite video game(s)? the call of duty modern warfare series will always own my heart at number one. outside of that, the far cry series and skyrim.

🖊 — any tattoos? none currently, but i have intentions of getting one relating to my cat and a south africa based one too.

[hrvrdbt]

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art break // @mechamaniii

hope it's okay!

[5hroud]

[ starter call. ] [ @mechamaniii. ] robert had been instructed to lead elliot down into the bowels of sdn to find the astral pulse, which is why they're walking down dark corridors with robert a few feet behind him, and elliot following his directions. " don't try anything, kid, " he warns, turning his head so that his masked gaze peers over his shoulder at the other. " i know you're thinking about it. " turns his head forward and takes the next left as instructed. " who fuckin' wouldn't? " elliot continues. " alone in a dark space... no cameras... no one would believe me if you did something. "

he's goading him. perhaps, in some ways, he yearns for something to happen. elliot finds security and stability in the chaos. in conflict. killing robbie had unleashed something long dormant within him and it hungers for more every day. it's unbearable. the boredom, the consistency. it's a worse suffering than anything else. " i wouldn't blame you if you wanted to. " fingers flex impatiently. he chuckles to himself. " just not the face again, huh? "

[missblazr]

what’s one incredibly mundane skill your muse is secretly really good at?

what snack food would instantly win your muse’s heart?

if your muse could get away with any crime, what would it be?

muse questions!!

skill! okay i'm not sure if this counts as MUNDANE, but i hc that mandy is one of the best beer pong players in los angeles. i can't prove it and i don't know why, but it's real in my heart.

snack! okay, so mandy is a snack queen. like. will go above and beyond to MAKE good snacks -- her favorite that she makes is loaded nachos. fuck yes. fuck yeah nachos. but grocery store snack wise: she will die for chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, sour gummy worms, and honestly? fucking bagel bites / pizza rolls.

crime! if mandy could get away with any crime, it would be something so silly and eye roll worthy. like -- stealing all the dogs from a shelter so that they could be hers. i really can't think of a Crime she would even wanna commit. nerd