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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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silentiumxamoris:

“Ian, stop apologizing before I start yelling at you again,” she stressed before her nose wrinkled slightly. “And you don’t know half the people that I do now, I’ve had to make some changes myself when you up and disappeared. I can take care of it myself. Have him taken care of. If you love me as much as you say, then you’d let me do this for you.”

Ian nodded again but didn’t let go of her. He sniffled a few more times before he finally let go. “Alright. You can go do this. Thank you." He chewed on his lower lip trying to figure out if he should tell her the man’s name or not. It didn’t matter really she was bound to find out his name anyway and this would just make it easier. With trembling lips he finally decided to spill. “His name is Derek. Derek Nashton.” He swallowed thickly.

#quinn

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The knocking had been going on for at least a minute. Not a minute straight but over the course of a minute and it was starting to get on Ian’s nerves. Dragging himself from his comfortable spot on the couch he went to the door pulling it open. “Look man, I don’t know why you’re here but I don’t want whatever you’re selling and I’m not selling anything you’re looking for so maybe you have the wrong place?” He spoke before he even took a look at the person, too sure of himself to think he might be wrong.

#open starter #open things are open #cory michael smith fc

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un-a-mused:

“I know I such the kidder all the fucking time, but yeah, I’m dead serious,” he replied sardonically. “The fucker knows I can do it too, and I already took payment.” Hendrick could grovel all he liked but he still needed to get the fucking thing done.

Ian rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. “Well then I suppose you should get to it. Paint this horrendous masterpiece.” He snickered.

Originally posted by backwardabyss

#hendrick #ian don't be a dick

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silentiumxamoris:

Quinn did her best to not show too much emotion at this. Her jaw did clench though and she had to close her eyes. Of course it was that guy. Of course! Quinn knew people now. People that could help with this and oh every fiber of her being wanted to call in that favor she was owed. Fist clenched, she walked over behind Ian and knelt down in back of him, arms wrapping around him and shhhing him quietly. “He’s not going to come back, Ian, I’m going to make sure of that. Both you and Pat are going to be okay, you have to trust me on this alright? I need the guys name. Here,” she took the paper out that he’d given to her and held it to him. “Write it down. When I leave? You pack a few things and go to my place. You remember where that is right?”

Ian nodded numbly, barely hearing the words that she was saying. “I trust you. I do.” He sniffled and leaned back into her. “I’m sorry I got drunk. I’m sorry I’m a mess. I just figured if he came back being drunk would make it all hurt less.” He turned to pull her into his arms and onto his lap as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I can’t. I-I can’t tell you his name. That will put you in danger and I-I love you too much for that.”

#quinn #ian you're falling apart pick yourself up

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“Hey, listen.” He used his best dad voice that he’d acquired some plays back. “You want to know what happened? I’ll tell you.” He stood on wobbly legs, swallowing thickly as he tried to steel his nerves to say what he was about to say. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell the police, but he had to tell someone. It was eating him up alive. “I was beaten, I was tied up, I was tied down, I was stripped and hung from the ceiling.” He swallowed again. “I was rAped,” his voice cracked, losing the commanding tone he had as tears threatened to spill from is eyes, “repeatedly. My mouth was used as an ash tray. And it was filmed. All of it! Most of it!” He looked down and away before he continued, rolling up his sleeves so that she could see the bruise marks from the restraints. “And I didn’t tell you because I was ashamed. I let this happen to me and I couldn’t face you after what I’d gotten myself into.” He sniffled as the tears began to fall. Never had he let himself be so honest and vulnerable. “You said, ‘promise me you’ll never see him again. Promise you won’t talk to him or go back.’ And I promised. I promised and a week later he found me and asked me to drinks. And I didn’t want to but he seemed like he really meant his apology and the next thing I remember was waking up naked dangling from the ceiling while he whipped me.” He cringed. “I didn’t tell you because...I wasn’t sure you’d believe me. I wouldn’t have if I were in your shoes and every video he’s sent me of it has been doctored to make it look like I instigated it all. He said if I went for help he’d go after Patrick and I just...I’m sorry Alright?! What I did was wrong and I can’t fix it but you didn’t go through what I went through. I begged for you to save me and no one came!” His voice cracking again as he collapsed to the floor, sobbing and holding his knees to his chest. “He’s going to come back and there’s nothing I can do about it....”

ian-a-skimbly:

“Thank you. I’ll search over town just to see if I can spot him. I doubt I’ll be able to though. He’s tricky.” He frowned looking at Quinn sadly. “And we are friends….I don’t want that to ever change. But I know I screwed up the possibility of something more for right now so….yeah.”

“Oh you mean he’s tricky like you?” Quinn asked, serious before shrugging. “We’re something, Ian, that’s about all I can say right now. You didn’t tell me what happened, friends don’t lie to friends and they don’t hide the truth from them either and you did that and it hurts. As for you screwed up for something more right now? Not just for right now. I’ll always be your friend but maybe we’re just better to staying like that with an occasional fuck here and there if the mood strikes us. If I remember right, which I’m pretty sure I do, you liked doing that with everyone else you’ve been involved with so.” Grabbing her purse, she started towards the door. “See you later Ian”

#tw:mentions of rape #tw:mentions of torture #quinn #Ian’s past #past

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un-a-mused:

Just mentioning the painting had Hendrick scowl all over again. “One of the most fucking ridiculous things anyone could ask for,” he muttered as he eyed the canvas for a brief moment. “Old client of mine wanted something to give to her friend. Naturally the subject of it would be a triple headed cat with the temperament of Cerberus. One of the heads had  to be like a sphinx cat for some reason.” 

Ian stared in shock and disbelief for a moment. “You’re joking right? That’s ridiculous! Who would ever want that?” He frowned trying to imagine it in his head. “I mean, I’m certain you can do it, but still....that’s just stupid.”

Originally posted by bosswaldcobblepot

#hendrick #just ian being all animated and crap

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silentiumxamoris:

“Because I did know, because it’s happened many times in the existence of our..whatever this is between us. Friendship.” She honestly didn’t know what they were or if they were even anything anymore. Taking a deep breath, Quinn shrugged. “Sure, but what’s done is done. I’ll text you later if I find your brother.”

“Thank you. I’ll search over town just to see if I can spot him. I doubt I’ll be able to though. He’s tricky.” He frowned looking at Quinn sadly. “And we are friends....I don’t want that to ever change. But I know I screwed up the possibility of something more for right now so....yeah.”

#quinn

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“Fair enough,” Ian just smiled though it did waiver. “So what are you...painting?” He asked as he tried to look at what the other was doing.

ian-a-skimbly:

Ian smiled and handed out the cup. “There you go.” He tried to stifle a giggle as he looked the man over. “You know there are easier ways to dye your hair if you wanted a change in color.”

Originally posted by cmsdaily

Hendrick shot the other a withering glare as he took his coffee. “I’d rather dye my skin before I use this shit to change my hair color,” he quipped back in a grumble. 

#hendrick #ignore text please

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Ian smiled and handed out the cup. “There you go.” He tried to stifle a giggle as he looked the man over. “You know there are easier ways to dye your hair if you wanted a change in color.”

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“Coming right up.” Ian smiled before disappearing. He reappeared with two coffees in his hands and a small bag full of creamer packets and sugar. “I’m not sure how you take it. So I brought some for you.” He smiled again.

His hand moved p to run through his hair, and that was one hell of a mistake. Paint got into the ginger tangles and it was only when he lowered his hand did he realize that he probably looked like an idiot. What the fuck ever. He didn’t have the energy to complain about it right now. Hendrick looked over when Ian came back and he took the cup. “Just black.”

#hendrick

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“Coming right up.” Ian smiled before disappearing. He reappeared with two coffees in his hands and a small bag full of creamer packets and sugar. “I’m not sure how you take it. So I brought some for you.” He smiled again.

ian-a-skimbly:

“Oh. Right.” Ian stood silently for as long as he could. The thirty seconds seemed like an agonizingly long time. “Would you like a coffee?” He finally blurted out.

Originally posted by quiethemind

Hendrick just blew out a hard sigh through his nose as he rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, that’d be stellar.” It came out a lot more sarcastically than intended, but he couldn’t find it in himself to apologize or correct his attitude.

#hendrick #Ian no stop #mobile

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un-a-mused:

Hendrick was so close to throw his hands up in the air, but he just pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed out slowly. “I’m not a fucking color genius, I don’t know- go fucking look it up,” he ground out. “There’s too much to talk about with the production of different brands of even the same color and just..” He waved a hand to visibly dismiss the conversation.

“Oh. Right.” Ian stood silently for as long as he could. The thirty seconds seemed like an agonizingly long time. “Would you like a coffee?” He finally blurted out.

Originally posted by quiethemind

#hendrick #he's unsure of what to make of him just yet

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un-a-mused:

“Oh, well, let’s see here- maybe it’s because I’m a fucking artist for starters,” Hendrick nearly seethed back. “I didn’t go to and slug my way through over five years of fucking college to be told that blue is just blue, or how there’s only one kind of white.”

“No that’s just ridiculous. Everyone knows there’s at least two types of white.” He smirked. “How many are there? Not counting the ones that look the same but have different names because of the brands they come from? Or are those different too because they can’t use the same makeup as the other brands?”

Originally posted by backwardabyss

#hendrick

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silentiumxamoris:

“Already working on that, thanks,” she mumbled and snagged the paper from him, looking over the addresses. “I’ll have my people look into the grocery store and I’ll check the other two places. Why I wasted my time on a private investigator trying to find you two is beyond me, should have just waited for you to crawl back around.” Quinn huffed and shoved the piece of paper into her purse. “Now, do you need me for anything else?”

Ian shook his head lightly, getting the hang of not aggravating his headache further. “You say crawl like you knew I was going to come home one day drunk and a mess.” He frowned. “I would have come back to you sooner if I had had the option. You know that don’t you?”

#quinn #pat will be in their house

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There was no real reason for Reese to be the way he was, the way no one wanted him to be. He just naturally was. Smart, yet cruel. Cunning, yet not too terribly ambitious. He liked to live alone just in case someone might find out about his past and predict correctly for his future.

#promo #another character #starters coming soon

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“Well they aren’t, but I don’t see a need to be so dramatic about it. If the ignorant fools want to say they’re the same let them.” He chuckled. “Why does it matter so much to you?”

Open to males ; connections: artist, friend, best friend, commissioner 

“The next fucking person that comes to me and says that Cerulean blue and Cobalt blue are the same fucking thing is going to have their windpipe smashed in,” Hendrick spat as he angrily shook the palette he had been holding. 

#hendrick #same person that plays pat

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“I’ll talk to him when I see him. Until then let’s work on getting him home.” He groaned as he got up and found paper and pen. He wrote down three addresses. “The first is his home, the second is the grocery store he spends too much time in, and the third is the book store I see him in usually. He should be one of those places. Hopefully.” He grimaced.

justpatplease:

Ian  took the cup with some confusion on his face. “What do you mean not a girl? He’s into girls. He’s always been into girls just like I have.” He huffed. “Sure, I like to try out new things but girls! Who wouldn’t be interested in them?” He looked up at her innocently before looking around for a pad and some paper to write the address down on for her. 

“Ian, you’re blind. He’s been involved with some curly haired boy who’s adorable. Or they were last I saw them. You could just tell they were into each other. And you’re forgetting that I know you’re into men,” she rolled her eyes at him and sighed. “You should talk to your brother and I mean really talk to him. Seems I know him better than you do.”

#quinn #lol he needs to. #mobile