#mechaniqe

[licencetokill]

@mechaniqe      sent me  ✌  to make a graphic of their muse.      /      accepting.

[statesangria-aa]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐉𝐀𝐆  𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐏.    since  it's  been  put  away  all  winter,    she  figured  now's  a  better  time  than  any  to  break  it  out  again,    bring  it  in  and  get  it  up  to  code---    after  all,    she's    old,    more  like  a    cougar    at  this  point.    the  catch?    god,    sangria    really    doesn't  feel  great  about  using  it  as    bait.    the  last  thing  she  wants  is  for  something  to  happen  to  her  beloved  first  car.

the  agent  pulls  into  the  lot  behind  the  wheel  of  a    '90  jaguar  xjs  convertible,    a  cherry  red    beauty    and  one  that  she's  definitely  anxious  to  let  somebody  that    isn't    her  brother  work  on---    and  when  she  gets  out,    she  approaches  the  mechanic  with  a  composure  that's  all  business.    ❝  heard  you're  the  guy  to  go  to  around  here  for    delicate  work,  ❞    she  greets  the  man,    and    god,    she  hopes  he's  as  good  as  his  file  says  he  is.

❝  she's  got  a  loose  timing  chain  and  some  rust  on  the  rocker  panel---    i  didn't  wanna  risk  puttin'  my  jack  through  it.    the  front  suspension  might  need  some  lookin'  at,    too.    got  any  openings  today?  ❞

@mechaniqe  gets  a  plotted  starter  <3

[archivedsleuth]

❝   there is more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?  ❞

@mechaniqe​  ♡'d 

[lastarchived]

ravi is six foot four

perfect height to give her a lil boost so she can get over tall fences

[licencetokill]

@mechaniqe.      “   don’t  panic ,   but  i’m  pretty  sure  we’re  being  followed .   ”

      ❛      𝐡𝐦𝐦   ?   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   ?      ❜      the sentences came apart in an almost disinterested manner,   a chuckle upon her pursed lips having followed in its wake.   don’t panic   ?   how very adorable.   grey hues continued to land on the rear view mirror   —   the asphalt revealed the coming of black steel in motion   &   the onset of trouble.   earlier,   her heels had been propped up on the dashboard in an unceremonious fashion   —   dark leather,   it’d be no issue   !   —   perhaps almost too careless of her.   it was there that chloe frazer made her final decision,   brows raised,   the situation being assessed in her mind.   it was going to be one bumpy ride.      ❛      who’s on our arse now   ?   maybe i should give them my autograph   !      ❜

      𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫,   𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.   the weapon felt cold between her fingers,   but not at all unwelcomed   —   as if to say that it hummed the song of destruction.   there was no hesitation to be found as she inserted the ammunition,   a motion reminiscent of being second nature.   casting a glance at ravi,   limbs untangled themselves from the passenger seat,   digits taking aim at the advancing drivers behind darkened glass.      ❛      you mind lowering the windows on my mark   ?   desperate measures,   you see.      ❜

      ❛      𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥,   𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,   𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢   —      ❜      reaching for the trigger,   chloe nodded towards the window.   game time.      ❛      —   because this is going to get explosive very soon   !      ❜

sticky situations.      /      accepting.