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I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

tenexbriis

I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

tenexbriis

I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

tenexbriis

I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

tenexbriis

I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

I will be deleting this blog at the end of the week (8/9)

Threads have been moved to my main blog @violeteyedkiller

#out of suit #i have realized that my ADHD object impermanence has been contributing to the overall lack of activity on this blog #so hopefully putting my drafts on my main will give them a better chance at getting gotten to #I do still have my space verse but not much muse for it so those threads are on hold till....some media spikes the interest or something

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The milk cartoon makes a heavy thud against the police station table, drowning out the sound of the fruit loop box setting down next to it. Anthea offers her boss a sheepish smile-dropping down into the soft chair across from him. She’s wearing some officer’s jacket, and there are three butterfly bandages across the upper part of her left cheek. A fight broke out during her dance that night, and she’d been hit with flying glass.

‘It’s almost dawn,’ she says, a yawn on her lips, ‘My roommate should be up soon, she can come get me when they are all done. You don’t need to be here.’ He probably does, since he broke up the fight, but who knows, maybe he’s given his statement already.

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Fingers were busy tapping on his bicep, flitting away like they were playing a tune. A discordant and agitated tune. It would be the only tell of his tension being in this place. They only pause their tapping when he brings his hand up to pinch the exhaustion out of his eyes.

"I'm staying until whoever is coming to pick you up gets here."

It was said in his matter-of-fact tone, one that he's clearly got experience using. He knew a few of these local yokel officers (as some of them were regulars of the bar) and he wasn't particularly looking to leave her there with them. Otherwise he'd be clear out of there.

So. Since it seemed they were going to be there a while, he reaches over for the box of cereal and takes out a handful of loops for munching.

#v: what we do in the rain #human au

Our house in the middle of our street.

Cadmus glared at Benni over his laptop, attempting to cite sources for tomorrow's court appointment. However, his focus was constantly disrupted by Benni's lively activities. In the living room, Benni had set up their entire makeup kit on the coffee table, engrossed in choosing the perfect look for the evening using popular TikToks as they had a date. The issue arose when each attempt at starting a look led to another distraction. Frustrated, Cadmus slammed his laptop shut and exclaimed, "OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. You take forever to decide on a look; you might as well not go!" He approached Benni, embodying the typical frustration of an older brother towards a younger sibling.

Cadmus then snatched the makeup brush from Bennie, commanding, "Sit still! All you got done was your foundation? Really?" Benni sheepishly admitted, "I...Haven't even gotten that far?" Rolling his eyes, Cadmus paused and remarked, "Wait, really? Wow, great skin, new routine?" He swiftly began applying makeup to Benni's face.

Syliph, arriving home with his seeing-eye dog Chamomile, overheard the commotion and the scent of makeup. "You know they only bring their entire makeup kit to the living room when you're around, Cadmus." "Shut up, do not!" Benni protested. "Don't move! And I'm aware of what you're doing, Bennie. You're just lucky my medicine runs out around this time. Syliph, where is Karnus? He was supposed to come home with you, if I'm not mistaken." "Is he not with me? Weird. Oh, that would explain why it got quiet all of a sudden three blocks back."

The silence was deafening, and Syliph picked up on the tension. "..I suppose that wasn't funny?" "No, where is he?" "Where he always is, off on that dirt bike."

Benni's phone chimed, and Karnus' text appeared. {Txt} Is C.P.S home? Cadmus grabbed the phone, ready to reply, but Benni intervened. "Nope, my phone. Plus, I don't need him thinking I've been compromised. You know how he gets when he thinks he's being watched." {Txt} Yes, Cad is here. You've got about 20 minutes; bring him Swedish fish.

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#submission #humanities A!U #Save #fashionablyenigmatic

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It was a typical Pacific Northwest evening. Cold. Fucking frigid. Stan rubs his gloved hands together, unable to feel his fingertips. Hands were promptly shoved back deep into the pockets of his overcoat as shoulders bunch up against the chill. There was at least a pause in the rain, but it was almost as though the lack of a storm is what had the cold sitting in his bones. His breath blooms before him as he walks across the near empty parking lot, stepping through puddles that never seemed to have the chance to dry out.

He only takes his hand out of his pocket once he's at the door, quickly unlocking the door to The House (the man wasn't known for having a creative bone in his body).

A few of his girls were already in the dressing room. Dawning jewelry and body jewels. A few scattered hi's and hey's as they were preparing for the night. Stan is sure to stop by the thermostat on the way to his office. They wouldn't be wearing much so if HE was cold with all of his layers, they were probably cold. Then again, most of his employees were locals. Used to this weather. An advantage he didn't particularly have.

Making it to his office, he closes the door. He peels his gloves off, passing his nearly frozen fingers through his hair as he lets out a long sigh. The start to another day. Another night.

Another...whatever.

#Human!AU #a starter? a drabble?#me just letting my ideas out?#the world will never know

This all started with @notyouraveragesecretary sending me a 'silly little AU idea' last night at 11pm and I haven't stopped thinking about 'grumpy old bar manager with a good reputation but ALSO lots of rumors floating around about him'

#out of suit

I JUST HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO START

#out of suit

Gonna convert this to an AU blog

I'll still have my space verse stuff here but also now this human au...

#out of suit

might be changing this to a generic Stan AU blog

#out of suit #Would it be weird to have a space/alien and human Au on the same blog?

SLIGHTLY holding myself back from turning this into a Hunter Killer Verse blog instead of a space verse blog ...

#out of suit #The space verse muse isn't very there #But HK sure is