Sweet deluded little minion

❝Y'know what? I’ve come out of a pretty abusive relationship. I’ve had a little bit of time. I’ve come to terms with how dangerous I can be. And you know what I’ve decided? No one gets to lay a hand on me ever again❞ Poisoned Tales rpgno affiliation to disney or Berenice Marlohe. Just an rp blog. Most of my gifs were made by me, please do not save, edit or redistribute

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I have moved to songsoffury

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“That sounds like an interesting story.” 

“I’d love to hear more of it.” 

[lasociedadelospoetasmuertos]

“Habrían otros amores, incluso grandes amores. Pero ella tenía razón. Solamente uno permanece perfecto”.

— Brian (5 to 7).

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[mysteriouslywrittingfestival]

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flawlessbeautyqueens:

I’m very passionate about art, music, drawing, acting, so I’d like to have the chance to get the larger choice regarding acting.

[ohberenicemarlohe]

[dailyactress]

Berenice Marlohe – Elton John AIDS Foundation Academy Awards 2016 Viewing Party in West Hollywood, CA

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Tattoos

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gamblingtheunderworld:

“Mm, see? You have nothing to worry about, then.” Hades knew Meg wasn’t particularly fond of when he got into his bro-time mode. But really, there wasn’t anything to worry about. It wasn’t like he was going to run off with Nico into the sunset. When she murmured those three (well, four) little words, Hades’ grin matched hers and he chuckled softly. “I know,” he replied in his most Han Solo-esque tone. But after a few heartbeats of silence, he finally caved and gave her a lopsided smirk. “I fuckin’ love you too, Nutmeg. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

They really were in a constant honeymoon phase. At least Meg didn’t mind and, if anything, encouraged his behavior occasionally. “God I love it when you use gambling metaphors,” he purred, watching her stand from her seated position on his lap and accepted the hand she offered him. He used the table to push himself to his feet, though, since using Meg would mean probably pulling her down again on accident. “Oh yeah. I mean, it’s not like we don’t already play games in there. But it does add to the many memories we’ve already made at the club. Good memories, at least,” he added, giving her a little nudge with his elbow before wrapping an arm around her waist to drag her close to his side. “C’mon. Before the gang shows up for our pre-opening poker game.”

“I know there isn’t.” She confirmed in a affectionate tone. “We both know no one will ever love you the same way that I do. We’re too passionate, too ..... je ne sais quoi.” Smiling at the man she pressed yet another kiss to his temple. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s far too late for that.” She murmured and caressed the spot on his arm that bore her initial. “A man like you gettin’ a tattoo for a girl like me, it just makes me feel like the prettiest belle at the ball.” Her best pretend southern accent rolled off of her tongue with the words as she fluttered her lashes at him. 

“Trust me, Rex, I know you do.” She purred back at him. He pulled her close to his side, something she warmly accepted. Sometimes she had to thank her lucky starts that her path connected to Hades’, after Alexander--all the horrible things he’d done to her, she wasn’t quite sure shed ever have anyone like Hades in her life. Every ounce of affection he offered her, she soaked up without a second thought. “Yeah, we do have some good memories there, don’t we?” Her smile grew lopsided as she thought back on a few.  Actually, two of her favorite memories happened at the club. “It’s the afternoon.” Her head tilted up to look over at him. “I don’t think anyone is going to show up when they don’t have to clock in until 4 or 5. But then again I do suppose it does take us a while to finish a game of cards.” 

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     whatever doesn’t kill me … 

              BETTER START RUNNING. 

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Coffee Stain

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napoleonicmastermind:

Padraic had been busy texting Finnegan, who’s health was finally improving and would hopefully be returning to manage the club and tend to the bar soon. He’d put Braxton on bar duty and it was turning out to be quite the hassle. He’d briefly glanced up when he noticed the woman in line was doing something with her hands, studying her for a moment as she rubbed a napkin against a brownish stain on her shirt. 

Unfortunately he was spotted by the woman, who piped up before he had a chance to gaze back down at his phone. “That’s what I always say,” Padraic replied, offering her a charming smile before glancing down at the stain once again. “Actually, my dear…try this,” he dug into his inner pocket, producing a clean white handkerchief with his initials “PDR” embroidered in gold thread along one of the edges. Extending it towards her, he forced another smile. “Less likely to fall apart when wet, like a napkin might. Might want to ask behind the counter for a bit of baking soda if they have it as well.” Padraic knew a thing or two about getting stains out of clothing. Particularly nasty ones.

Meg looked down at the handkerchief that the man offered her.  “Merci beaucoup monsieur.” Meg murmured as she accepted the fabric. “It’s refreshing to cross paths with someone who is such a gentleman. And they say chivalry is dead.” An amused grin curled her lips.  “Thank you for the tip, actually I don’t plan on wearing this for much longer. Just long enough to replace the original order and go home. It deserves a good soak, I really just wanted to soak up as much of it as I can.” Sure, she ran the risk of having it set but if it did it didn’t matter to her. She had a whole closet full of clothes. She’d probably have two if Hades didn’t take up the space in the closet of the guest bedroom, which actually technically was “his” room anyways. “After all, I couldn’t possibly walk around town with a wet blouse, now can I?”

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Coffee Stain

Meg stood in line at The Last Drop, for once she didn’t mind the long line since it gave her a chance to dab up the coffee that soaked her blouse. She should have known better than to have sent Pierce out on the coffee run. He was so accident prone she really should have expected him to manage to trip and spill coffee all over her.  Pressing a new clean napkin to her she noticed someone at a close by table was looking at her, whether it was out of concern or they were enjoying the fact that her blouse was now clinging to her she couldn’t quite tell. “Long story short,” She started hoping to strike up a conversation with them to determine what the case was. “never send an amateur to do a professional’s job.” A laugh escaped her as she continued to clean up the mess off of her.

Tattoos

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gamblingtheunderworld:

Hades gave a dramatic gasp to go along with his innocent act. “My fucking boyfr—oh my god, you don’t even know him. Stop trying to destroy what we have, mother,” he continued, like a petulant and melodramatic teenager. He knew it would get a rise out of Meg in some way, mostly annoyance, but he figured they were both in need of some teasing to lighten the mood. A little rumble in his throat as she kissed him and laughed, and Hades knew things were good between them. “Save the notecards, princesa. I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’m always in a gambling mood,” he replied, watching her glance around to check if the coast was clear for them to continue this little game. Wriggling slightly, Hades smirked when she touched her nose against his and his gaze grew even more mischievous at her suggestion. “Well let’s see…” he turned, looking down the sidewalk. “Underworld is a few blocks thataway…so how about you and I just stop in for a bit to, uh, make sure things are in order for when we open later?” He gave the young woman a toothy smile and wagged his eyebrows. “Sound good, babe?”

Giving a wry grin, Meg rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Why would I waste my energy? I’m not worried about him. You’re always home in time for dinner and a little taste of Nutmeg.” And even though they were teasing, Meg did worry that sometimes he’d get too wrapped up into brotime to remember that she even existed, but he never let her down. Especially not when she made promises of food or threw a couple suggestive words his way. And now they had tattoos. Just a little subtle reminder that he’d never leave her high and dry.  The little rumble he gave made her smile widen. “I fucking love you, you know that?” 

It didn’t surprise her that he seemed to get into this just as quickly as she had. They always were in a constant honeymoon like phase. “Hey, your game your call.” Meg murmured. “I’ve never really been able to say no to too much when it comes to you. All I ask is that you not fold before I get a little cut of the action.” She pressed to a stand and held her hand out for him to take. “Besides, it’ll be a nice change to play a game in the place where it all started.” 

[gamblingtheunderworld]

Tattoos

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gamblingtheunderworld:

Hades frowned when Meg pushed her sandwich away—he was never one to turn away perfectly good food—but once she got to her feet and came to sit on his lap, he understood what she was doing. And even after all these years of her pulling the same move to get him to feel relaxed and reassured, it never failed. Hades gave a sigh and looked up at her after she kissed his cheekbone. “Yeah, fuck labels,” he echoed, his smile curling at the corners. He really didn’t know what they were, but that worked just fine for him. She was his, and he was hers, and that’s about all there was to it. And she always knew how to knock some sense into that thick head of his when he’d get anxious like this. A chuckle left his lips as he gave her a look. “Putting up with my bullshit. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sick? Hallucinating?” He reached up, placing the back of his hand against her forehead. “You must be, because I don’t give you bullshit that needs to be put up with. You are mistaken.”

“You tellin’ me people up in space are checkin’ you out too?” He asked, arching his brow. “Damn, now I’ve gotta go up and fight off space bitches too? They better keep their fuckin’ space hands to themselves or else.”

“Yeeeah. Yes. Let’s go with that. The implied compliment of foxiness was in there.” Hades laughed, placing a hand to his chest. “Aw c’mon Meg. Don’t deprive a man of that. Just ‘cause I don’t want you bitin’ off my fingers doesn’t mean you can’t…y’know.” He leaned back in his seat, sweeping his tongue along his upper teeth before his smile widened. “What’s life without a little risk, after all? You know I love a good gamble. And frankly, the rewards for such a gamble FAR outweigh the risks. I like my odds.”

Meg was glad that she was able to ease his mind.  Surely Hades had to have known that already but, it brought her comfort to know that he seemed to be okay with the words when they came from her mouth. “Excuse me? You can play innocent all you want, but you know exactly  what bullshit I’m talking about. Especially when your fucking boyfriend is involved.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you managed to win me over with those puppy dog eyes of yours. Or else I wouldn’t put up with any of it.” She grabbed his chin and turned his head so she could press a kiss to his lips. It was slightly awkward do to the laugh that she gave as she did it. 

She shook her head. Good, he was joking around.  Things would be okay now. “You knew what I meant, you ass. And I just got done giving you the speech about me sticking around, do you need me to ramp that back up? I think I still have my note cards somewhere.” She then patted herself down and pretended to look for said note cards. 

At his words however, and his suggestive grin Meg gave a grin of her own. “Oh, you’re in a gambling mood, are you?” She took a quick glance at their surroundings and leaned in to press her lips to his. Pulling back she bumped the tip of her nose against his. “Well, why don’t we just go find a place where you can show me your cards and we’ll see how lucky you are? If you win the pot, I’ll treat you dinner tonight.”

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