__________RULES under cut; dead dove; triggering content; MDNI___________
_____________________VERSES tbd and coming soon___________________
______________THIS IS A SIDEBLOG, follows from @ploytofino______________
QUICK RULES AS TO THIS BLOG:
Faust, 28, MDNI.
I read Bullet Train, and I take heavy inspiration for Tang, but I like Aaron's take on the character from the movie, so I will rely heavily on that.
I take creative liberty with Lemon when applicable in threads.
Shipping is open and welcome, chemistry-heavy, and somewhat challenging with this nutcase.
Because Tangerine is inseparable from Lemon, a lot of my threads will take place POST-BT with Lemon's death and Tangerine's survival.
Dead-dove, gore, NSFW, NSFWE, ETC is all here. I am not tagging it. You are grown. Don't like, don't follow me.
Hard block me when you unfollow. This is a sideblog and I gotta make sure I don't get you confused with my OCs mutuals lol!
I write when I want to with whom I want to. I will cherry pick my writing partners, I don't care about your feelings. Tangerine is really hard to get along with.
I am not a Londoner, I try my best with his accent and jargon, don't jump me in the alleyway if I get something wrong.
If I follow you, I want to write. If you follow me, I expect the same. If we don't interact, I am blocking you.
Best way to interact with me are memes! #๐๐+++++ more problems! [memes] is my meme tag. :)
๐๐โโโโโโโ Tangerine wipes the thick, bloody rivulets from his upper lip and chin with an equally busted hand. This time, he's gotten done in by some moron who didn't know any better. If only he had his gun ready, but the assassin already spent that entire load on three others. He was stuck in an alleyway a long time before Howard finally decided to bless him with a fucking presence and show up with a car. A carriage for a fucking king! Barely getting into the passenger seat, Tangerine rolls back his head, groaning from his sore, groaning muscles.
"Your job is to drive, not play Mother Theresa. So fuckin' drive, mate!"
๐๐โโโโโโโ Tangerine slams his fist against the small, square window separating him from the banking clerk at his pathetic, little cubicle. The glass shatters into a million pieces, cutting the assassin's knuckles and littering the precious accounting papers and unsigned checks spread all over the desk. The clerk gasps, falling backward in his chair as Tangerine, in an orderly fashion, threatens to climb through the makeshift door and tackle the banker further. Just in time, Bubbles, an unfortunate duo, grabs the hitman from behind, shoving the man away from a possibility of ruining his expensive suit and the clerk's life. Thrusts his heel back, Tangerine tries to kick the gunman's ankle while jolting his arms in an ill attempt to free himself. His head snaps to the side, glaring poison daggers at Bubbles as his elbow connects to the agent's gut.
"Let me GO, you bloody bastard!" Tangerine snarls, gritting his teeth while thrashing about. He glares back at the clerk who reaches for the panic button underneath his desk. "You press that, you little maggot, and I am goin' to blow your fuckin' head off! Get me Lemon's documents NOW!" The hitman demands, jerking his shoulders in a continuous test of Bubbles's endurance