#sincre

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@sincre​ asked: 20

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

The gang share a fridge in the Firehouse, but amongst the items that belong to Egon include:

1. A single tub of strawberries gifted to him, on the verge of spoiling because he rarely, if ever eats fruit.

2. Various boxes of leftover takeout.

3. A number of different sealed flasks and glass bottles labelled with “TOXIC” or “DO NOT DRINK” and nothing else.

4. Several crates of cola cans.

5. A random petri dish containing an unknown species of mould. The others haven’t even bothered to ask.

[dreadpiracy]

@sincre asked: “ i rose up from the dead , i do it all the time ” from Wesley this couldn’t be real. this had to be some sort of trick of the light or some illusion being cast by some wicked sorceress for some unknown reason. the pirate reached out a hand to touch him, half expecting her hand to go straight through him. instead, her fingers brushed along his arm and proved to her that he was indeed standing before her, as solid and warm as she was. her brow furrowed, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to fill her sky-hued eyes. his words wretched a laugh out of her, taking her by surprise at the suddenness of it. her throat tightened and burned, causing her to swallow thickly. “how-?” why did this surprise her so? she knew better than anyone that humperdinck was a spiteful and evil man so it shouldn’t be so surprising that he’d lied to her about her parents’ deaths. he’d proven time and time again that he would have done anything to break her spirit, make her more malleable to his wishes and whims. she wasn’t good with emotional things. her typical reaction to her deep dips of depression was either to take the crew on a particularly spiteful run or bury her sorrows in rum and pretty faces for a few days. she suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug and bury her face in his shoulder. she clung to him like a child instead of like the fearsome pirate that she’d worked so hard to be. the tears that she’d worked so hard to keep back finally broke through her defenses, falling down her flushed cheeks. eventually, she forced herself to pull away from him, suddenly feeling embarrassed at her outburst of emotion. she cleared her throat, wiping at the traitorous tears that soaked her cheeks with a trembling hand. “sorry ‘bout that,” she muttered gruffly. “i-i’ve just…i can’t believe this.”

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Random Dialogue Generator  @sincre​ said:  💬 from Wesley to Neve

"If we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything."

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Mission Impossible Rogue Nation Starters @sincre​​ said:  “Are you questioning my loyalty or my ability?” from Kas to Ilsa or Will

“Well, I guess that all depends on your actions in the next few minutes. I could be questioning neither if you can prove you’re not here to double cross me or my agents, ma’am. If all this goes smoothly, we won’t be having to worry about any of that, understood?” 

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Mission Impossible Rogue Nation Starters  @sincre​ said:  “Nice shoes, by the way.” from James to Nyah

It was a rather silly way of identifying their link with MI6, however she had not been in charge of that. Some lower ranking agent had set up the meet and advised British Intelligence of the greeting that would identify the two of one another’s presence, so when the well spoken, sharply dressed man approached with those words on his lips, she had to wonder if it was some kind of prank on him. 

“I always like to be prepared for any scenario.” Her response came confidently as she stood from the table outside a small Paris cafe, placing down her newspaper on the table and holding out her hand to the other agent. “Well, you must be the famous double-oh. I’ve heard so much about you. Nyah Nordoff-Hall. Pleasure.” 

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@sincre​​ asked: ‘ i almost thought that was real. ’ (Noah)

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

❝ That’s because it was real. ❞

GRANTED, THIS WAS ONE OF THE FEW OCCASIONS IN WHICH A HAUNTING HAD BEEN FIRMLY UNEXPECTED. Having been in the middle of the public library, conducting research into the history of an apartment block - the focus being on whether it really had been built atop an ancient patch of sacred ground - he’d been pouring through a bundle of papers when, a short distance away, a book had flung itself across the seating area he was using. Attention perking, his eyes had snapped in the direction of its landing, just about managing to catch a glimpse of something translucent before it disappeared around the corner of a bookcase.

HE’D SPRUNG TO HIS FEET, STUFFING A HAND INTO HIS SATCHEL AND RETRIVING HIS PKE METER. Activating its scanner, he’d been studying the results when the young man had uttered his comment - which, in his typical fashion, he’d responded by offering a simple, prompt clarification.

HIS FOCUS REMAINED PRIMARILY ON HIS DEVICE. However, he tilted his gaze just a little, directing a question to his new acquaintance.

❝ Did you see anything else? Or was it just the book that was thrown? ❞

[kumikomiawa]