Respect the Family

Indie RP blog. Mature content within. 21+ only. MDNI

[workfromshadows]

Ⲣⲓⲛⲛⲉ𝖽 ⲣⲟ⳽ⲧ - Semi-selective, medium to low/sporadic activity independent original character rp. Multi-verse. Multi ship. Crafted with care by Maven. 30+. Only interacting with those 21 and over. No discord available. Writing experienced: 15+ years. EST based.

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[workfromshadows]

Grady almost entirely ignored the comment as he shifted away from the body that was laying on the floor, bleeding out, lifeless. Casual as if he had been out collecting the paper from the mailbox. The knife in his hand dripped red, splashing against the floor and leaving a trail with every step. Slow, measured breaths were taken in an attempt to ease the rush of adrenaline and pounding of his heart. Control over his own body in the same method that he had control over the situation. He could let the other be pissed all she wanted to be over the fact that he had stepped in. Maybe it was partially because of the comments, maybe it was partially because of the need to exert his power and show the asshole just what happened when he messed with a Richardson or those connected to them, maybe it partially because of the basic need to work out some anger. Either way, the ending result was the man laying on the floor, dead. And Noémie angry. Staring him down. Her skill could hardly be doubted but the results were the results.

"I'll get Connor to come clean it up," he offered back, not feeding into the anger. Not yet. Was she capable? Yes. Would she have handled the situation? More than likely. Would it have been as satisfying? Nowhere near it. Even if there would be fallout to deal with. "You get what you needed from him?" Perhaps not the smartest thing to ask now, since if she didn't there wasn't a damn thing that could be done about it now. He was no longer speaking. Grady kept it business related right then for now.

“I said I would handle it.” @fuyante

[somebrokenfate]

Rosie looked out over the mess on her table. What was all this? How could she it explain it without looking absolutely insane? She really liked Grady, obviously she'd given him a key to her house, she really trusted him, she wanted this to get more serious than it was. And on her end, it was pretty serious. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him away with her silly teacher DIY.

"Scores from that stupid state testing they have us do came back and my kiddos scored the highest in the district," Her voice was dripping with pride for what her students did. "And I wanted to throw a surprise party and give them some goodies but I fear I have gone overboard."

She looks up at him and smiles. "I'd give you a kiss but I don't want to get glitter all over your face. Its good to see you." And it was, she was visabably more relaxed now that he was here.

[workfromshadows]

There was a vague recollection of her saying something about state testing. The pride was evident, he would have needed to see her to know that she had a lot of feeling over the kids in her class testing so well. It wasn't all that surprisingly that she had gone rather gung-ho into whatever it was she had decided to do for them. Compassionate and caring were two words that immediately came to mind when Rosie was thought of. He nodded as he actually understood, not wanting to ruin the happiness she had over it.

"I'm sure they will love it," he offered as his eyes wandered over all of the projects that she had laid out. The amount of work that had gone into all of this was more than what he could say he had seen throughout his childhood. Most of his teachers couldn't have really been bothered. Then again, while he hadn't been a massive trouble maker, there were too many kids that actually cared. Or needed the approval. Looking back, most probably realized where half the kids came from. "Was gonna see if you wanted to go out to dinner but from the looks of it, you aren't done. How about I order in?"

The rest of his evening was meant to be quiet, without work looming overhead. Which he had planned on an evening out with Rosie. It had seemed like the best way to spend the evening and unwind. If Grady was anything, it was flexible when he needed to be. Just like this current moment called for.

[workfromshadows]

It wasn't unusual to find those who settled far more on the right side of the law among those that knew the Richardson family. It seemed to be that they had a healthy amount of doctors on their payroll. For good reason in the end, if for preparation and not anything else. Often, there were too many questions asked and not enough things kept hidden or played close enough to the chest to be worth the potential trouble that seeking Healthcare would bring. The exact sort of situation that he found himself in right now.

"I don't want to hear it," he grumbled, arm hanging at his side. Not only was the should dislocated but the gash that ran almost the entire length of his forearm, rendering the limb neatly entirely useless. There was a bruise already forming along his jaw and bleed seeped through his shirt along his left ribcage. Battered. Bloodied. Yet, still standing and still having come out on top. "Can you juat patch me up, doc?"

@corsetslacedup @corsetslaced

[somebrokenfate]

closed starter for @oflegaciesandfate

Rosie had glitter, glue, scissors, and crayons scattered across the dining room table. She knew she had to look a mess, tshirt and sweatpants with her hair thrown up haphasardly but she wanted to throw her class a surprise party, they had all worked so hard on their reading tests and she was so proud of them, but she had bit off more than she could chew and by the time she realized how much work it would be to make 25 personlized name tags, pencil bags, and chair organizers, it was too late. She also had handwritten notes for each kid.

Dried glue and glitter covered her fingers as she sat back and sighed. She heard the keys in the door, and she automatically felt self-conscious. When she gave Grady the keys to her house, of course, she wanted him to come over whenever, but now it meant that he'd see her like this. An absolute mess.

"Be careful, there's glitter everywhere." She tells him, sighing softly and smiling as she sees him. He was a sight for sore eyes for sure. "I hope you weren't looking for super duper sexy times because I am not looking super duper sexy." She teases softly with a smile

[workfromshadows]

Letting himself in to the home was a bit of an odd experience for Grady. At least in terms of it belonging to someone outside the family and the fact that he was entering without force. Thoughts that he had to push from his mind upon stepping through the doorway. What he had with Rosie, what was growing, was different from anything that he had. Practically his entire life if he was honest about it. There had been so little thought put into the idea of a relationship, the idea of being tied down. No, it had been business focus with satisfaction sought when needed. Which admittedly was often. But, that wasn't any relationship. It was simple pleasure and pleasure alone.

Grady glanced around, taking in the chaos and mess that seemed to ooze from every surface of the room. Now, chaos and mess he was used to in his life but that sort of thing tended to look more violent. It gave a pause, just for a brief second. In that second, the thought to turn around and head right back out came before it vanished as quickly. He made his way over and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"What's all this?" His hand fell to the back of her chair as he looked down at the sparkling mess that laid out all over the table, taking over every inch. He wad fairly certainly he hadn't seen so much glitter in his life, and that included the clubs. Not that the words left him. He knew better than that. Some tension leaked from his frame. The calmness of the house seeped into him and replaced the tightness in his chest and back. There had been enough wherewithal to ensure his hands were clean before he showed up.

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[denvilleneuve]

Tom Hardy is Harry da Souza, MobLand 1x01 (2025—)

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