SO CAN WE JUST JIZZ OVER BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH TOGETHER OR
I DO THIS 24/7, IT'S BETTER WITH FRIENDS

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SO CAN WE JUST JIZZ OVER BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH TOGETHER OR
I DO THIS 24/7, IT'S BETTER WITH FRIENDS
Christopher Rose+Strex Family Harem is now my new favorite ship.
I’ll ship this. This now needs art.
Do you just have a checklist, and giggle gleefully to yourself as you check each member of the Strex family off once you've slept with them?
((It’s a sticky note, actually. And it befuddles my roommates. I’m still not sure if the Ricardo Class thing counts, but I need Sergio & Antonio regardless.))
So I don't know what it was about your answer to the Beast ask, but it sparked off this enormous chain reaction in my head about the Strex family. They turned into a super-villain team in 0.1 seconds flat. Like, Sergio is the poisoner, the druglord, who'll pump you full of hallucinogens and mood-regulation until you're a quivering mess on the floor, and Diego is like the Knife Guy, who's good at doling out pain in just the right measure... yeah. I dunno. It just sort of happened.
Totally! I think Antonio’s more into knives than Diego, but either way I can absolutely see it. Strex sibs, what do you think?
I saw a post made by regionally local blogger oh-cecil-oh and now i have "Talk Dirty to Me" stuck in my head for around a half hour-ish before this post... ^^; yay
oh-cecil-oh reblogged your photo:happierman: coffee time
if you say you aren’t in the simone fandom you’re lying
The Simone fandom is true and beautiful like a mountain creek or getting an extra mcnugget by accident.
Strex sibs for Jezabel and Antonio
For an art trade with oh-cecil-oh, and a Jezabel, too. I may do busts of the other siblings. I am super rusty and need to draw more often.
Family Emergency
His first impulse is murder.
His vision turns briefly crimson around the edges, Sergio’s limbs feeling oddly light, the world about him detached as a surge of pure, white-hot feral emotion rushes through him.
He breathes deeply; in through the nose and out through the mouth.
Not now. This is no good; no use.
Later.
Put things in order.
First thing’s first - his sister needs medical attention. The call is put in to StrexCorp’s private emergency medical team. They’ll be at her side in minutes and will be more effective and efficient than any other service he may call to her aid. He doesn’t even hear himself speaking as he places the call; is barely conscious of hanging up.
Next, alert the rest of the family. Oh, no one is going to be happy about this in the least, but Antonio and Diego’s reactions leap readily to mind; all blood and thunder. The energy will be useful, but only if properly directed. Something to keep in mind to be managed later.
[txt] Divinia has been shot in her office. Flynn responsible. Med team on their way. Going to meet her now. Come as soon as possible. Will keep updated. [txt]
He doesn’t wait for a reply before he’s sprinting out of his own office, the distance between it and Divinia’s feeling as if it has mysteriously doubled overnight. He can’t see, can’t hear - it’s only the torrential rush in his head that fills his senses, body taking over to guide him to where he needs to be.
How he manages to arrive before the medical team astonishes him in some vague, detached sense on the far borders of his thoughts, lungs burning and legs aching. As he slams open the doors, the world comes rushing back in with the coppery, sweet tang of spilt blood in the air.
Sergio means to say her name, utter some words of comfort, but his voice, breath stolen, comes out only as a tremulous bleat at the scene before him. Fear breathes icy down his spine, conviction and anger forgotten at the crumpled figure on the floor; the hair he used to put into braids matted with claret.
He closes the space between them, falling gracelessly to his knees to take her hand in his, words coming in a steady stream made monotonous with terror.
"Divinia, it’s Sergio. The medical team will be here shortly. Can you hear me? Please, say something."