#neverthedipshit

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@neverthedipshit (x)

“Binge drink in smaller doses. Your counterpart doesn’t have your tolerance.”

She groans quietly-- quietly, a little-- and takes the glass of water, the bottle of aspirin, glancing up wearily from the bed she’s confined herself to.

She sits up, at least.

“Thank you. You’re very merciful.”

[facedthercven-blog]

“crime solving---? like they do on TV? always rather fancied myself as a detective, quite into that uniform thing if y’ catch my drift. ”

・'°☆.。STARTER CALL ( NOT ACCEPTING. ) @neverthedipshit

[miraclematildawormwood-a]

“ Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for the private detective. ” One might question how the five year old had made her way here, however the sheer look of determination on her  t i n y features, and the grip with which she was holding onto the papers in her hands was enough to show that she meant business. 

@neverthedipshit // starter call.

[randiisms]

        “         don’t take this the wrong way, but what happened to your DOOR ??     angry mailman ??    teeny, tiny tornado ?? ”

[crimefright]

“you’re just a hollow person now. you’re just empty.” jess??? projecting????? nahhh.

“please spare me the melodramatics,   jones.”   his fingers rub at his temples,   eyes closed.  the chair in her office provides little support for the smarting ache in his back but he leans back in it anyways,   feels it creak beneath his weight.   bruce has many more sophisticated resources besides the haphazard office of alias investigations and the sardonic scrutiny of the owner herself,   and yet here he is.  this is his last resort.   jessica will find an equally biting match within bruce wayne,   though he would rather this not turn into any match of sorts.   sitting in the presence of a fellow detective is,  however,   not the best idea for someone as duplicitous as him.

 “unfortunately,  i’m far from hollow,”  he exhales,  a little long-suffering.   “i traveled all of this way for a reason   --  for your second opinion.   your reputation precedes you.    though,  investigating lex luthor is,   admittedly,   a big deal.”   and he has plenty of money,   and resources.   “your compensation will be handsome.   it’s not blackmail i seek.   i want to stop him,   before he can get too far in his campaign.   you know what he’s capable of.”

cr1tikal meme.       ( not accepting. )

[thisbecoming]

☑☑☑☑☑ ☑ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

☑ you write insightful para replies in a way that offers tons of content for me to engage with, while still building a solid introspective understanding of how you’ve decided to portray jessica. a maZING.

☑ DARK!JESSICA. do i even need to say more, i mean?? you do it awesome.

☑ your threads with @monstricidal​. listen. don’t think i don’t stalk the heck out of that shit because i do. you’re both so amazing.

☑ one of my favourite things is your narrative tone for jessica. it jives super well with her voice, which is always spot on. writers who can really match the narrative to the voice are totally something else and it makes for an immersive reading and rp experience. 

☑ your muse for jessica and understanding of her character is consistent, and that’s incredible. you’re like a solid foundation to my dash, you’re really one of the people who i can always expect solid quality from, whether it’s drafts, or musings or shared meta and headcanon. 

☑ this isn’t about the muse, but you the mun are so freaking nice!! it’s a pleasure to write with you and to read your work, whether it’s our stuff or your plotting and threads with other muns. you’re just amazing, a++ the most excellent. thank you for your jessica jones.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@neverthedipshit (x)

She isn’t sure what it is that spurs this interaction but from what she can tell it is madness, or it is something like it. She’s working from home today but she can’t quite focus and she’s restless, restless, restless. She can’t stop moving, cant stop BUZZING, can’t stop, can’t stop. F eels breathless, feels like this is too much to deal with. There’s so much-- all the time, so much constantly happening at once.

And then she finds herself touching Jessica, and she finds herself gently pressing her lips to hers, and it feels right, and it feels calm. It feels like something that makes it easier to breathe-- because the buzzing quiets down, and it silences, and it dulls into the background. The static feeling in her hands goes away and the white noise shrinks. It feels like it’s all so much smaller and she’s real again.

She’s real.

“Be quiet.”

She murmurs it in spite of herself, the silence of her murmur, the quiet little way she whispers and she stays in hands she knows could crush her but they won’t, don’t, somehow may not or haven’t. She presses against again and she brushes a nose, breathless-- kisses again, the tenderest little motion. How soft it is, really, this pillow of a thing. She can barely breathe in it-- it’s too much soft, all this repeated warmth, a circle, a circle of warmth. She finds it’s hard to breathe for a minute.

She doesn’t know. The scratchy desperation is scrambling at her insides like a dog asking to be let out, and the breath is hard, now, because she needs to fill the void, the frenetic confusion with something, and in her experience she can fill it here, now, like this, with this.

“Don’t ask.”

[thisbecoming]

@neverthedipshit continued from [ here ]

Francis’ jaw clenches tightly at the audacity of her words. THE AVERAGE PERSON. As though he, and his becoming, and what lay coiled inside him -- are anything resembling average. Her special requests for gear have brought him to Hell’s Kitchen, where he feels his purpose and superiority more keenly than ever. Especially next to the woman reeking of alcohol, the two of them standing in her apartment with run-down furniture, with nothing in the pantry cabinets. 

                    “If I wanted to get... under your skin,” he repeats, his voice dangerously quiet and steady as he closes paces between them. She is small. Francis does not know the power she harnesses. “I would. But, it wouldn’t make for good business.”