#weaponsdonotweep

[elusivehumanity]

continued from X w @weaponsdonotweep

He isn’t sure what to think when he walks in. Halfway through taking off his suit jacket is when he sees it. And smells it. A massive spruce tree. How did she even get that into the apartment? And when did she buy the massive pile of decorations scattered all over his living room? He stops in his tracks, jacket halfway down his arms. “I don’t know if I’m worth all this,” he murmurs, wondering if she’s punishing him for something. She must be punishing him for something. It’s an absolute disaster. 

Allison emerges from behind a pile of festive garlands and he almost laughs as his brows rise high. She’s covered in bits and pieces of pine needles, tinsel, and...good lord. Glitter. “I was going to surprise you for lunch. I didn’t realize you were busy destroying my apartment.” She trips and he makes a move to catch her, but he’s too far anyway, so he settles back and shrugs his jacket back on instead. There’s a slight cringe as he watches glitter cascade from her clothing. He’s never going to get that cleaned up. 

As she offers up an explanation, he can’t help the slight tug at the corner of his lips, but he forces the full force of his amusement back down. He’s irritated by the mess, yes, but she looks so damn happy to be putting it all together. And she looks hilarious. Adorable, maybe. Forcing down a chuckle, Jack reaches out to brush a bit of glitter that’s dangerously close to finding its way into Allison’s eye. He hasn’t celebrated Christmas since he was a child, and it was never with this much seasonal ceremony. But does he hate it? 

“That depends. Are you having fun making a mess of yourself and my home?” 

[heroscarred]

@weaponsdonotweep​ + thomas

“Look, I was paid in with a goat and a barbeque once, okay? People got to do what they need to do.” Not that Thomas often sought payment for his work. Part of him just needs to help people. The goat in question wanders off in search of food and the investigator just hopes it doesn’t end up in the trash again. “What can I do for you? I don’t normally take walk ins since this is a private residence but I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt depending on how serious this is.”

[devilmasked]

   ❝ Matthew Murdock. ❞ he greets, extending a hand toward the voice.  ❝ sorry, are you scheduled for a meeting? ❞

@weaponsdonotweep​  ♥’d

[truthuncovered]

@weaponsdonotweep​ asked: meme here.

“ what’s THAT supposed to mean? ”

“It means I want you to come here.” With a certain sparkle of desire in her eyes, Cecilia sits back on the couch while watching Allie. The woman was gone on a mission, something important, and she waited patiently for her to come back. It felt like an eternity, but she finally returned and all the feelings for her flooded her consciousness. Opening her legs just a bit, Cecilia pats her leg to indicate to Allie to come closer and take a seat on what she remembers to be her favorite chair.

[foradnama]

for: @weaponsdonotweep pairing: aria t’loak + commander shepard

“IT’S BEEN A WHILE, COMMANDER.” Her voice drips with amusement, arms languid and outstretched along the curved couch of her VIP Lounge. The Commander arriving on Omega is never a good sign for anyone -- especially her business. She gives a brief glance to her guard, nodding upward once to allow her to bypass. “I assume this is a pleasure meeting and not one of business? Maybe one day you’ll come visit without the passing of favors.”

[spymore]

Sarah vs the Hindrance

@weaponsdonotweep​

The problem, as she saw it, with people who sold off their allegiances was that they were too easily bought. Most spies made peace with the idea that they wouldn’t survive long enough to reap the proverbial fruits; with mercenaries, that was their sole aim. Maybe this woman was different. Probably not. 

Sarah fixed her under a judging gaze, though she carefully kept her thoughts from playing out over her face. Specifically thoughts of how pissed she was at Director Graham for landing her with this hindrance for this mission. “The Director made it clear that you’re following my lead on this?”

[widowfound]

[ MESSAGE  RECEIVED:  STARTER  CALL. ]  for  allison  shepard  of  @weaponsdonotweep​. 

“  it  is  possible  to  know  people.  they  show  you  who  they  are.  you  just  have  to  be  looking.  ”  gaze  shifts  to  study  the  other,  head  tilting  slightly  to  one  side  with  a  pleasant  smile.  “  are  you  looking  ?  ”

[galaeus]

for: @weaponsdonotweep​ / to allison.

                 “I’VE WANTED TO ASK.” Not that she ever wants to open her mouth to speak, but the rare, secluded nature of the sparring room on board offers an opportunity she is willing to take. Truth be told, Echo doesn’t expect the Commander to answer; the Contraxian knows she’s more prone to ignoring invasive questions, but she presses on as she unwraps her knuckles. “...all the things they say about you -- admittedly I have only heard rumors on the Citadel. my planet kept to whispers--” Rumors are broad, vague. Rumors are the fights and the glories, the triumphs and the inevitable downfalls of her former life. Echo’s brows knit together. “--you died, once? Or is that human exaggeration.”