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“Well, don’t I look foolish,” the monster chuckled, claws flexing at her sides as a black tongue glided over jagged teeth, her hollow gaze fell to the weapon clutched in the woman’s hands. “I didn’t know it was going to be a gun fight.”
sticks tongue out. >:/
“… ppPPTHbthh.”
❛❛ we’ll have to wing this in a dangerously half - assed manner . that’s the grunkwitz way . ❜❜
one - liners , @mrtalrot ♡
@mrtalrot asked: 🤡How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever?
“The answer is simple. I don’t. I do not reside among mortals, therefore I have no need to hide. Even if I did- I wouldn’t. Humans always need a reminder that their lives are fleeting and, above all, insignificant.”
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i absolutely adore your portrayal of laura!! you have a good characterization on her and your writing is the bomb, which makes you an absolute joy on my dash! xo
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// brb. i’m going to be crying in the corner over this for a week. thank you, thank you, thank you! i’m glad you like my mess of a lady and the compliment? i wish the love of a thousand puppies on you for that. omg. right back atcha, too, though! cause you’re amazin. i’m glad to be part of your dash and i am so grateful you’re part of mine!!! <3 sending you hugs! tyvm!!
@mrtalrot | sc.
her scars are the first thing he notices about her. he sweeps his gaze over the ones on her knuckles. can’t stop his owlish eyes from darting up to her, seeing the length of a larger scar stretching from her jawline to her collarbone. eyes flicker away. all his own scars are hidden. while some are external, most are internal. still, he doesn’t envy her.
“you’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you?” most would likely find it rude to have a stranger referencing... the obvious scar. but when he isn’t pretending to be a socialite--lying to the world--his mouth seems to move on its own accord.
still, he means no harm.
@mrtalrot || american gods sentence starters || accepting!
❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞
Oh. So that’s what it sounds like when she says it.
Batshit crazy. If she wasn’t dead herself? She’d wonder what drugs the woman was on and tell her to steer clear of them cause damn. Turns out? She’s without a pulse herself and since then? As if coming back from the dead wasn’t enough weird? Seeing her fair share of more and more weird shit has made her a little more enlightened / open to the not-so-normal coming and going in and out of her life on a basis more daily than the coffee she used to drown herself in each morning. Only--this time? She’s staring into the dead eyes with her own set. A brow arches and she looks over her shoulder at the empty spot.
Sweeney’d gone out--he’ll be back. In her car.
She’s got half-a mind to let him wing it on his own. Let him get his ass kicked til dawn just because he’s a giant asshole and needs to be reminded of the fact from time to time. However? He’s her asshole to ass kick and she’s just found herself weirdly protective of him. Laura turns her head to the open parking spot where once--there was a car inside it. Lips press together and she crinkles her nose. “Ohh yeah about that. Uh--it’s borrowed at the moment. Fly strips--needed them for the room. It’s like sending a guy out for tampons. Sometimes,” her shoulders hitch, “you just got to see if he’ll go. But let’s back track for just a second... You said you were dead?”
@mrtalrot said:
“Life is short. Do what pleases you, while you can.”
annoy hellhound with these jaskier starters | accepting
THEY SAY HOUNDS NEVER TIRE OF THE CHASE. by god, hellhound wished that were true. ❝ it’s because life is short that i can’t do what pleases me,❞ she murmurs, eyes locked on her reflection in the whiskey sitting on the bartop. her voice is low, determined. ❝ there’s not much time. ❞ perhaps seeking out a criminal who hunts organizations like hers – like the unseen – was a terrible idea. however, hellhound is not publicly connected to them, so all she can do is hope the woman isn’t onto her and press forward with a desperate plan. persephone aisa is twenty-five, and she will likely not live to see thirty. it’s imperative that she find a way to achieve her goal before then, no matter the cost to her boss and the syndicate. ❝ i need information. not your forte, i know, but i’m desperate, and from what they say, you’re as discreet as they come. if you can survive multiple criminal syndicates coming after you, then – then you’re the one for the job. ❞
