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[the-wild-card-hand]

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"Well shit. I wasn't expecting a visit from Government agents. You with the IRS? I swear we've been up to date with our taxes and our books." It was Mojito Monday in Lux. Lucifer Morningstar had been taking a shine to be behind the bar today making things. Though this specimen caught his eye along with the hidden piece he'd seen many agent types carry. He'd also been drinking.

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﹝ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 @tacticalkevlar  ﹞

There   he   was    ----------    at   her   place   standing   in   the   middle   looking   lost,   all   soaked   due   to   the    bad   weather,    looking   like   a   wet   puppy,   one   that   couldn't   hurt   anybody.       𝐈𝐓   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍,    this   was   getting   worse   and   worse   ,   he   doesn'r   remember   how   it   started   this   time   ,    he   was   supposed   to   be   home   and   now   he's   in   here    right   in   front   of   her    but   at   least    𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚   𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚   𝙣𝙤   𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨   𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚   𝙝𝙞𝙨   𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙,   𝘸𝘢𝘴   𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦   𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘩𝘪𝘮?    or   it   was   just   the   memory   lost   ,   the   hallucinations    were   getting   stronger    to   the   point   it   was    getting   hard   to   figure   what   was   real   and   what   was   not    ;    such   a   thin   line.  there   was   no   explication   for   him   to   be   here   but   the   lost   of   his   soul   was    getting   everythng   complicated.  ❛    I   think    .       .       .        ❜    he   swallowed   hard.    he   didn't   remember   anything   previous   this    but   for   some   reason   he   did   remembered   Yaga    ---------   maybe   he   thought    in   such   an   unconcious   way   this   was   a   safe   space.    perhaps,   indeed,     she   was   his   safe   space.        ❛       I   think     .       .       .        ❜     he   repeat   again   before   taking   a   deep   breath   and   looking   away   from   her.    hands   into   a   tight   fists   trying   to   swallow   his   pride.    𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏?   !     that   was   always   a   big    no,   there   was   never   an   option   for    that   .        ❛    𝖎   𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐   𝖎   𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉    𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗   𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕.       ❜     there   !    he   said   it,   words   were   out   of   his   mouth    they   were   hard   to   tell   but    at   least   there   was    some   relief   over   his   shoulders   . 

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every single fuckin simple except admiring from afar because I am in your inbox bitch HAHAHAHAHAH dumps all the fuckin love on you.

[captainqviet]

@tacticalkevlar asked: ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜ (Zane)

❝ Just lucky, I guess. ❞ A shrug. Seb didn't have much in him to joke at that moment, it hurt to laugh and there was still no sign that the bleeding was going to stop anytime soon. ❝ I don't wanna sound like a dick - but if you could uh, patch me up. That'd be great. ❞

[the-wild-card-hand]

@tacticalkevlar

"Listen, I understand there might be some reservations about 'this'....but I swear I'm looking to stop Deimos from perverting my work."

[the-wild-card-hand]

Name: Quinn Macauley Age: 32 Do you like to cuddle?: But who doesn't? Can we make-out?: If I ever say no, there's something wrong. A night in or dinner out?: Night in, duh. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Both obviously. What makes you a good Valentine? You never gotta worry about being judged. Even if you snore during your naps. Would you cook for me?: Yes. But it's gonna be something quick. Would you let me cook for you?: If you want to?

I am just here to cause pain :)

The VHS tape of the moment when they first started dating played over the TV. Logan's heart ached seeing Quinn again. Her touch, her care. The moment they had after he got back from Las Vegas after escaping Rorke with Merrick, Hesh and Keegan after his father was executed. Their first intimate moment. He missed her. He missed her fiercely. After being lost in the darkness of the imprisonment, he never stopped thinking about her. Dreamed every so often her, Hesh and Riley would rescue him before he became like Rorke. Logan never really believed in soulmates until he met Quinn, and now that he was in a strangreal version of Earth again, one that was untouched by the ODIN Missile strikes he felt displaced. This tape felt like torture arriving randomly like this with 'Play me' on it but seeing Quinn again was a surge of emotion.

"Done." Logan said just as his voice over the tape said at the same time, his voice wavered while his past self tried to play it off cool "Just so you know there's no take-backs for this."

[captainqviet]

@tacticalkevlar asked: “don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well.” - nokk

❝ Well, if I knew I was going to be critiqued on this I would've busted out the damn watercolor. ❞ All Seb had on him was a pretty worn reporter notebook and a pen that didn't quite work. It wasn't the best map in the world, he'd give it that, but the man was working with what he had.

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[  TXT  ]  :  i  miss  you.  i  hate  that  i  do. - hector

She pauses, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she searches for just the right thing to say. A simple 'i miss you too' was too cliche - it wouldn't get the point across.

[ txt ] : It would be a damn shame if you showed up at my door and I just so happened to have made a fresh pot.

[ txt ] : So see you in 15?

texts. || @tacticalkevlar