#qu tipie

[arrowsnsarcasm]

[Text:] Wish you were here about to see it go down

[Text:] I'm at a deli and they are running low on brisket

📱: people will riot!

📱: i was just thinking about you actually

[sheldoney]

@qu-tipie

text: I'm sorry about the way I acted yesterday. text: Truth is, I'm falling apart. text: Will you meet me for lunch?

[brucieboy297]

"So what yer' sayin' is ya' want a rematch?"

"Possibly. I haven't had a sword fight in a while... Need the practice. You game before bed?"

[dividedbybinaries]

continued from this >. @qu-tipie .<

>. "Look -- I already told you. I know what to look for, so you just gotta stick with me and look pretty doing it. Oh, and help me dig too. Obviously."

What else would that shovel in her hand be used for?

With a low groan, Binary kept following the gps coordinates down at her screen, illuminating her black and white mask while continuing further into the dark, cold graveyard next to the eccentric blonde. She couldn't even fathom the fact she had asked someone like her to help her, but her options had been...slim. So who better to ask than the crazy harlequin girl next door?

"All I'm saying is --- "

Her whole body went stiff; freezing up as her eye widened underneath the mask with a hitched breath. The grave that she had expected to find newly dug held nothing --- absolutely nothing. It was void, completely empty -- no coffin. No body.

Like someone had already been there to take it away.

"...Aw, --- S h i t." .<

[hiredassault]

“ you sound so pretty when you moan. “

SINDAY MEME CONTRACT ;; @qu-tipie

He laid STRETCHED across the bed, wrists bound to the headboard with silk scarves that smelled faintly of her perfume ---- sweet, with a hint of danger. The sheets beneath him were cool against fevered skin, his chest rising && falling with anticipation as the blonde straddled him like a QUEEN claiming her throne. She had that look again ;; eyes glittering with mischief, lips parted in a smirk that promised ruin.

He could break those ties in a second, if he really wanted to. But he didn’t. Not with her. Not when the thrill of surrender curled so perfectly around his SPINE.

Her nails traced down his ribs teasing with the lightest pressure before she leaned close, lips brushing his ear as her hips rolled slowly, deliberately, taking her time with every movement. Floyd’s breath became heavy, his groan muffled by clenched teeth but not enough to hide it. She chuckled low in her throat, delighted && moved again -- grinding down just enough to make his head press back against the pillow, muscles straining against his bonds in sheer, HELPLESS pleasure.

Every second felt like an unraveling ; slow, torturous, perfect. His body reacted with a desperation he rarely allowed himself to feel, every nerve lit under her touch.

[twcfaces]

@qu-tipie

"You've got a PhD in psychology or psychiatry or something - any idea why someone might constantly lie about their parentage?"

[collectingmuses]

🚿 ((Rick Flag))

"Oops." Flag adverted his eyes, realizing very quickly he had once again forgotten to know. In his defense, though, it was his own personal shower. He wasn't sure how Harley kept managing to get in here.

Didn't matter how many times he changed up the passcode to the electronic locks.

"If you're gonna keep doing this Quinn, you gotta at least start locking the door."

[fartemis-crock-a]

Amortentia

...she's uhhh got an extreme sense of smell. @qu-tipie

she smells like bubblegum.

like something cloyingly sweet. something artemis can't quite place. like sweat and anger and frustration that are hidden behind candy scented bodyspray. the kindof thing that makes you curious and repulsed all at the same time.