#premxnitionn

[t-errifier]

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, unless you considered his clown makeup to be something special. it took a lot of effort to keep an appearance such as his own - & he wore it with pride. though, at the moment, he was fixated on their appearance. adjusting the top of their dress to make a curved neckline. it had been slipping some, lowering on their chest. they couldn't have that now, they were attempting to look their best. ART wouldn't allow them to look messy. no, he was their partner in crime at the moment - which meant, he had to look out for them.

hooking his index fingers underneath the neckline of the dress, he pulls it upwards. adjusting the collar to fit her best. his expression was serious in the moment, focused on the task at hand. he wouldn't give them chance to argue with him. patting the spot when he was done - assuring that it sat flush with their skin. he wasn't up on fashion; not knowing a lot about it. but he could tell when a wardrobe malfunction was about to occur. blocking the rest of the crowd with his body as his fixes the dress. he might have been skinny - but his lanky frame made a better door than a window. not allowing the others to see what he was doing in that moment. most were keen to ignore the sight - the clown someone that they wanted to stay far away from. he made for good repellent. scaring away the party goers.

once he was finished with his work, he gives them a firm thumbs up. much better now, they wouldn't been seen with their bra hanging out of the front of their dress. he was not good for much - but noticing things was a good habit of his.

[saintslaughter]

❛ You're just .. really hot. ❜

FRANTIC FANFIC SENTENCE STARTERS || Accepting

Initially, his expression remained unchanged- eyes half lidded and critical as he took his time reveling in the compliment, and any potential discomfort his silence might have caused in them.

"Oh?" Only then did he offer up a playful smirk, puffing out his ample and barely covered chest. "That always means so much more coming from a pretty little thing like you." His voice softened, cold eyes searching their expression closely. "Keep up the dirty talk and you'll get me even hotter."

[ubcs]

have you considered that you're babygirl?

"...that my babygirl what?" asked with warm, quizzical eyes. He's humoring them, and hoping this sudden question isn't a symptom of a concussion. He grabs a penlight from his belongings, considering administering a pupillary test, just in case.

[clownfile]

continued from here, with @premxnitionn

HE DOESN'T GIVE THEM MUCH TIME TO GET COMFORTABLE BEFORE HE STARTS TALKING. perhaps, that was a mistake of his own, but he isn't very well used to the small talk. it's something that he's giving a shot for the sake of getting to know them better. they've hired him under multiple occasions, but that was just business. there was time now, time where they didn't have to spend each moment worrying about what was to come next. it was just a one on one , chance to have conversation.

❝ HOUSTON is just a nickname, you can call me james, or just HOUSTON if that's what you prefer. ❞ reaching up to his face, he takes the mask off, showing off his normal face. there was nothing about him that was unique in any way. once the mask was off, there was nothing to hide. ❝ don't be coy, ❞ he says, a hint of a laugh behind his words. ❝ i'm not used to meeting those that hire me face to face, most don't want anything to do with us. it's transactional. money to the account, job well done. finished. ❞

placing the mask down on the table, he decides that it can stay off for the remainder of their conversation. no use hiding what has already been revealed. ❝ do you feel better or worse knowing that the person you hire is just a normal guy? ❞

[misfittcd]

@premxnitionn liked this for a lil starter using this random dialogue generator

"Are you... smelling me?" beneath his black mask, Roman's features contorted with abhorrent disgust. Why were these survivors so weird?! Immediately, Roman took several steps back. There was a mental debate to let this one survive - simply so he didn't have to touch such an odd specimen.

[dilffactory]

@premxnitionn from [x]

He's looked better, honestly; it's hard to look your best after just barely surviving what he has and being reborn in a mushroom like some kind of doll that would have been sold in the late 80s to young girls. Surely, there must have been something like that. Or maybe it was small dolls being born from flowers?

Cabbage patch kids, certainly, but that wasn't what he was thinking of.

So his hand is still incredibly fucked up when he reaches for the wireless earbud they offer him, missing fingers and burn scars, scratches and gouges and roughed up knuckles barely scabbed over.

"Huh."

Ethan's never heard it before, the sound heavy in his gut.

"I'm, uh, a country kind of man myself. And Taylor Swift."

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

that was you, right? you did that?

"Yes."

There's no point in denying it is there? There's so much carnage leading from one end of the corridor to the other that it nearly resembles a thick coating of chunky red paint.

Yet somehow, he isn't phased at all. Not by the pressing question and not by the horrific spectacle. Folding his arms over his chest, he lets out a small scoffing noise.

"I keep warning you all not to scavenge around here. Yet you all wander through that door like you own this place." And seem to all forget that his office is off limits for some reason. "Sometimes a firm hand is needed. To teach a lesson - and remind of what you all are."

[rescuefield-a]

@premxnitionn asked : ❝ i’m fine ! i’m perfectly fine ! ❞

if there's one thing claire has learned pretty fast throughout the years is that fine is really just a nice façade to hide whatever inner turmoil - perfectly fine even worse, it borders into the kind of territory where next thing you know your loved ones are sitting you down to let you know that perhaps you need to take some meds. absolutely not the story of her life lately, by the way.

"you're anxious and it's making me anxious too." she comments, tone flat as she resumes looking at the group on the other side of the gates through rifle scope - if her wristband is giving away how impatient and stressed out claire is slowly becoming, she sure says nothing about it. "we won't get out of here unless we start cooperating." comes after a while, features slightly wincing upon seeing a figure loom in the shadows, possibly looking right at them. a knife is retrieved from the pocket of her cargos, then handed over. "we need more weapons but for now this is all we got."