#prxcticalmxgic

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @prxcticalmxgic​​

based on: dis meme.

“I’m happy to share all my secrets.”

[marredmarvels]

NEGAN 📲 HARRIET.

negan: feel like you haven't run head first into mortal danger in a minute

negan: feeling alright?

[batwieldingbastard]

✗ based on – assassin au!

✗ starter call.

✗ for: @prxcticalmxgic​

Lifting his napkin from the table, Negan dabbed the side of his mouth to ensure it was sauce free -- a quick glance down to check how his white shirt was doing yielded some interesting results. It was their first year “anniversary” which meant showboating at a fancy restaurant and giving off the pretence of being in love. 

Check. 

Good wine, good food, moderately flowing banter that ever-so-slightly toed the line of acting and authenticity. 

Check. 

What hadn’t been on the agenda? The glowing red dot that hovered menacingly over his heart, the kind that easily caught the eye of someone who was trained to always be aware of his surroundings. He doesn’t make any sort of quick move, placing the napkin back on his lap gently as he reached for his wine glass, smirking across the table at his ‘wife’. 

“Honey, I thought we were saving the surprise snipers for after dessert,” Negan says lowly, taking a long drink of his Cabernet Sauvignon before he speaks again. 

“We both know it would kill you more than it would kill me to let someone else take that shot, in a crowded restaurant no less,” He breaks up his words with a double tut, “Sloppy work, bad business. Not your style. Call off the dog and let’s discuss this like semi-fucking-reasonable adults.”

[nogoodmuses]

for: @prxcticalmxgic characters: annette& bhari setting: paris, 1925

     Revenir au lit, Bhari.  

The brunette called for him from his bed. The same brunette whose skin was like milk--or was it porcelain?--clear and smooth, not a freckle to be seen. Her eyes were dark like his; deep pools of black water like the Seine in the night. By all accounts, she was different, and that was most important, wasn't it? Atop his bed she combed the curly tresses that hung from her head like a heavy curtain using one of his combs she had found in the bedside drawer, poking out from beneath a photo of a blonde-haired woman. He did not know her more than a few hours spent together on odd nights would allow him to. Even then, it was not as if they spent that time talking. Bhari wasn’t that type of man, until he was. Until he forced himself to be.

       “Dans un moment.” 

He called from the little kitchen. The smile on his face was apparent in his voice as he rinsed a cup in the tinny sink. French was becoming more comfortable for him, through practice. Time had been set aside each day, outside of the typical everyday interactions, to learn new words and familiarize them on his tongue. Children’s books helped, but having beautiful teachers worked best. 

Bhari’s mouth opened to ask her a question, which would quickly slip his mind the moment he heard the ping of the doorbell. At this hour? he thought, but quickly dried his hands and turned to the hall. The brunette was stirred by the noise as well. From a hook on the wall he grabbed a shirt on the way to the door, a button done for every two steps. 

Not far behind him, the young woman leaned against the wall, craning her neck to see who was behind the door as if she was right at home. To him, she was not, and were she close enough to see the mixed up expression that took his countenance into an equal blend of excitement and horror, she would have known not to make herself too comfortable. 

“Annette?” he croaked. “You’ve come back?”

[archivedbystanders]

--- michael darling + nanette hastings ( @prxcticalmxgic )

        ‘ lookin’ good, princess. ’ his words were occupied with a low appreciative whistle as he leaned against the brick wall on the outside of the packed club. he didn’t even try to hide the fact that his gaze swiveled over the blonde. what was the point when he’d done a lot more than seeing ? after being deprived of so much in his life, he definitely didn’t plan on continuing down that trek. as swiftly as he’d lift a wallet, his arm reached out to snake around nanette’s waist, pulling her close as he leaned in to murmur: ‘ wanna take a ride with me ? ’

[sinsoakedsaints]

mack 📲 van.

mack: [ https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b7/25/e7/b725e7c435940b390c5551a33bbb49a5.jpg ]

mack: guess where the fuck i am

[sinsoakedsaints]

buzz 📲 rett.

buzz: you still alive?

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @prxcticalmxgic​​

from: this meme.

“But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me.”