#notoneofthegoodguys

[katexrenner-a-blog]

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Kate let out a small sigh as she sat next to Cassidy on the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair, giving him a smile when he mentioned Denis’ rebellion. “I can’t guarantee he’ll listen to me, but I can try.” she said, getting up from the bed and heading out of the room so she could get Cassidy a mug of blood. After she got the blood out of the fridge and heated it up, carefully listening to Jesse in the other room as she did so. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she heard his ‘police sergeant voice.’ As she finished making the blood, she poured two mugs full of it, one for Cass and one for Denis. She took the mugs in her hands and walked back into Cass’s room. She set Denis’ mug down on the table and handed Cassidy his. “Here you go, hun.”

[hedwigsmuses]

@notoneofthegoodguys clicked the ❤ for a starter from David

“Rejoice, oh fortunate one for I am the genie of the lamp,” he said, standing in front of the man. Something about this person was…off. He couldn’t say how… it was almost supernatural. Or it was supernatural, just something he hadn’t seen before…. But for now, he said nothing. “For freeing me, you are granted three wishes. Just don’t make one of them ‘I wish for more wishes,’ I won’t play and you’ll lose a wish.”

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He looks at the bloody blade in his hand.  He definitely doesn’t want to die before finding God, but then again he really does like this knife. He’s also weak and can’t fight as well so he knows he’ll be beat.  What to do… “Usually I’d walk away and keep it, but jus’ because I like yer spirit I will agree, but along wit’ ta knife I want ta be treated ta dinner.”  

Eyes starting to narrow it seemed for a moment as though Rumple might react badly, but as he spoke of dinner she ended up blinking and tilting her head. “Dinner?...” Giving a little click of her tongue she nodded. “All right, give me the blade now and we will go to the mall together. You can pick one knife, and one restaurant to order a meal from. One meal of course includes one drink, one appetizer and one desert if desired, one entree. No endless amounts of what ever ordered. A Deal is a Deal, price for each to be paid and as I already stabbed you it seems a fair one.”  

[pantslessoptimism-a]

@notoneofthegoodguys

“Oh, hey, it’s you. Arm dude,” Sophie said, giggling slightly. She might have been a little bit tipsy--okay, she was drunk, but she wasn’t gonna admit that. She moved closer, laughing as she almost fell in the heels she was wearing. “I didn’t think I’d see you again Arm dude.”

[onewiththeglow]

@notoneofthegoodguys     |     STARTER

     “Hot out today, eh?” she sat in the back of her van with both of the back doors wide open in the hopes of letting air circulate through the small space. Stray strands of her hair blew back as she desperately fanned herself with paper fan she’d found at a festival couple months back.

     “W-well, for down here at least. Not used to it, usually hang more up north,” gesturing vaguely, she tried to backpedal as a rush of anxiousness hit her. Why would he care about where she came from? In all honestly, the only reason she said anything was because he was the first person she saw that day and she was feeling rather lonely. Didn’t change the fact that he seemed like he was in a hurry. Chances were that talking to a stranger was the last thing he wanted to do.

     Still, she blinked as she clicked her tongue before adding dully, “...I like your umbrella.”

          Positively charming.

[insomniacscanons-archive-blog]

@notoneofthegoodguys 

“Cass’dy. What in the Hell are you doin’ in the driver’s seat of my car?” she asked, leaning her hip against the front quarterpanel of it. “Dontcha know no one drives this thing but me?”

[tvvolips]

@notoneofthegoodguys liked for a crying Tulip starter

Fingers relentlessly rubbed at the balled tissue in her hand, glazed eyes fully zoned out against Denis’ rugged, dirty floor until she heard him approach. Tensing, Tulip wipes her face on the sleeve of her hooded jacket, glancing off with the hopes of not looking like a fucking wreck, ‘cos she’ll never live it down with him. “Allergies...uh...just got some allergies, yeah,” the excuse falls flat on the floor, Tulip miserably sniveling with a defeated slump of her shoulders. 

[morbidangcl-blog]

       ❝ look  what   i   found   in   the   donation   bin ! ❞  a   little   worn   out   and   was    that   blood ?  either  way,  layah   couldn’t   help   but   feel   cute   in   the   cheerleader  uniform. 

@notoneofthegoodguys  //  sc.