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Right.

That made sense.

It gave Stabler the edge and resources to hunt him down. His back arched against the table, fingers gripped on the edges pausing within the moment gathering thoughts together before answering the man. "Trying to avoid drama," He answers, truthfully. "And getting dragged into, what I can already see, is going to a messy explosion of proportions. The writing's on the wall. And frankly, I want no part of it."

@ofsketchs asked: i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks. at Elliot Stabler

“i’m sorry, i just had to find you” PROMPTS | Accepting

"I'm a Detective and was in the military, Tobias. I was trained to follow people's tracks, no matter how good of a job they think they do when covering their tracks." He speaks, approaching the other, stopping to stand next to him. "Why did you cover your tracks? Running from someone?"

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The touch from Anakin brought a smile towards Tobias's face, smile curving into a big and genuine grin with hands upon the other's face. "I can hear your growling from here," He tells him with a small laugh. "I'll have to cook you up a big meal."

"And, if you finish everything," Tobias adds. "Maybe. Just maybe, there will be a reward for you afterward~"

Anakin leans slightly, almost close enough to press their heads together. "Mm. Perfect. My stomach is already growling at the thought of your cooking."

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"In Dean's defense, Tristan's an asshole and probably didn't want to bother you with it. Maybe he felt like it's something that he might have to deal and handle on his own?" It was how things felt whenever things happened with himself, even with Rory at Chilton. there were times where Tobias felt like he needed to handle things on his own without help and knew it had been the same with his sister. "I'm sure if you give him time, Dean will come to you. Give it time Sam. He's just going through the whole teen angst thing."

And if anyone knew angst better, it was Tobias. By a long shot. Although the fact Tobias channeled his own angst to his art, and his... less than charitable pranks around town earned him a bit of ire around town. Not that he found himself particularly caring whatever what Taylor thought, or said, most went through one ear then immediately out the other.

Inwardly, Tobias was... trying to process what was happening and maintain a cool head, not allowing his mind... to jumping from place to place. As he felt the corners of lips become a smile reaching out and taking Sam's hand, a soft chuckle escaped warmly at the small bow from Sam. "Why thank you, my lord," He teases with a huge grin on his face.

It was the way that Tobias spoke that had Sam really listening, brow furrowing as he thought back quickly to Tristan and each time that they had interacted. True, the guy was a dick, but as a teen most boys were. There was a reason very little people knew about him or what he preferred, why he didn't mess around until had first moved to Kansas. "Maybe, but that would require my brother to actually take the time to talk to me about it." It was actually one thing that bothered the man the most. Him and Dean used to be good friends, used to talk about everything, but ever since coming back he's felt like the outside. He knows why, he wasn't here and he left the state to live with family, but he didn't know how long it was going to last.

Yet despite his mind going to those places, all it took was seeing Tobias looking down, to see the flush that colored his own face to bring a wide grin back to Sam's. He may be uncertain and hesitant when it comes to a lot of things, but knowing he wasn't the only one feeling flustered went a long way towards calming him down. "Yeah... Yeah, I suppose I am." Another quiet chuckle before he finally got himself to move. Sam moved to stand in front of his friend, lips in a sly grin as he held out one hand, bending at the waist as he gave a little bow. "If you would be so kind?"

#The Invisible Gilmore | IC #slacking off without being seen | queue #writtenxbeginnings

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Send🌹 (or "ROSE") for my muse to confess their emotions towards your muse on Valentine's Day in any way they choose (handwritten letter, a gift, a date, on the phone, etc.)

In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which muse/s!

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Kindly like for a starter~

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Send 💦 for my muse’s reaction to your muse getting into the shower with them.

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"In that case," Tobias leaned slightly with a grin. "I promise I'll cook you up a good, delicious and big meal then."

Was that his plan from the start? Maybe, but his attention immediately went begun cooking.

"I promise to be on my best behavior."

#protectxthem #The Invisible Gilmore | IC #Tobias: *doesn't press F to doubt*

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"Listen, I'll cook something... if you promise to be good."

#The Invisible Gilmore | IC #Open starter

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on these meme make references to royal balls, medieval ballrooms or regency, basically set during any period drama. You can change names, pronouns, titles and more as you see fit. Most of these were taken from different source materials found via google search. This meme makes references to masquerades, royal dances and partners.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

It was you. I know it was you.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?

I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.

All the ladies must dress the same and the men have to find their partners. It’s a game of sorts. 

Even the smallfolk have their own version of the ball, at the steps of the castle.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?

A masquerade could have been a beautiful dance. 

 Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.

Each finds a partner, and upon the bell, we must change partner until we find the one we came to be. . .or the one we desire.

It has been a while since you gave me the honor to dance with you.

If the princess is not too occupied, I would wish for a dance, perhaps?

The Queen and King have to open the ball but the King is gone. No mind, I shall be in his place.

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them. 

 But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.

But when balls are held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best.

Will you be my princess for the Ball?

Keeping pushing, Andrei, and you and I are going to play a game.

Nothing like a ball to cheer a nation, give the old lords wine and the young boys the opportunity to find a nice woman and everyone shows up.

Where are you taking me? The ball hasn’t ended.

Royals is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper?

You cannot behave like a brute. It is my duty to dance with every suitor. I am their princess.

I do not recognize you, my lord? Are you from these lands? 

It is bad luck to steal a princess.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.

The beauty of a ball is not just in its grandeur, but in the connections it sparks, the emotions it stirs, and the hopes it ignites.

Just keep your eyes on me. No one else here matters.

I shall keep dancing with you until you stop being stubborn and go speak with me. Or you rather have people whisper?

The princess looks beautiful tonight, does she not?

Father, please, you must dance as well. Your dull looks are making people bored.

You promised me a dance when you were better. Are you?

I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together and every time we've been apart.

I can feel people's eyes on me.

Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne.

You both get to choose your passions and adventures, while my beloved is chosen by me. And now I must join them for a dance.

Are you planning on running away when the clock strikes midnight? 

If you do wish to go away, I know a spot, secluded enough.

You wish for me to go with you, alone, unchaperoned. I am a maiden, my lord. 

Aye, but I am no lord, sweet maiden. And these masks allow us some privacy.

This is my last chance to find a match on my own accord. If I don’t. The King will do it for me and I would rather not.

 I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Believe me - they're all looking at you.

 They're all looking at you.

You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

 I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am?

 It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

How charming, how perfectly charming.

When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage would this marriage be of?

I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Our prince seems quite taken with her.

She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Walk into the room knowing you are the best. Shoulders back, chin up. Their attitudes will totally change.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

The ball is about to come to an end, and you have yet not told me your name. 

I thought we agreed we would remain strangers.

I’m afraid my true identity would put you in danger. 

Have you ever been kissed by a stranger at the end of a ball? If not, let me be the first.

Put him on all the invitation lists, he's a divine dancer.

I’m afraid I’m more used to swordfight than ballroom.

You will ruin your pretty gown, princess. I would not wish to step on your toes.

 Silly, I am a great dancer, no one ever steps on my toes.

No. Let them dance. Interrupting would cause a scandal.

One of these men will be my husband one day. What a thought.

The art of husband seeking at it’s peak, during royal ball season. 

Maiden beware, a gentleman can become a beast when the bell strikes.

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Please like this post and I will send in memes.

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quiet people lived quiet lives. then a pretty girl dies. and you arrive. everything changes. [...] suddenly the quiet people here are no longer quiet. their simple dreams have become a nightmare. maybe you brought the nightmare with you. and maybe, it will die with you.

indie multimuse. written by shamu. contains characters from twin peaks, the magnus archives, hoyoverse, and others. emphasize on female characters and the mystery/horror genres.

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Interested in roleplaying with a sarcastic, skateboarding, sketch artist from Stars Hollow? The son of Lorelai Gilmore, brother to Rory Gilmore?

Tobias Gilmore is an Independent OC that's multi-ship, crossover, and multiverse! Make sure to leave a Like/Reblog if interested and check out the rule page!

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“What’s that?” Noticed his sketch. “You’re talented.” He grins. /finnick

Tobias paused, glancing upwards. Hips lips curved into a wryly smirk. "You think?" He asks. "Not jealous that it isn't you?" Tobias teases with a soft chuckle.

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"Riding a horse or a motorcycle? That definitely sounds super sexy" It was actually something that Tobias enjoyed, the thought lingered in his head and played out. His arms wrapped around Sam's waist up against the taller boy's body, up close and personal before pushing that thought to the side. "You'll have to let me at least sketch you in the future on a motorcycle or horse one day."

Tobias snorts. "Tell Taylor that." He knew that Taylor had no love for him, and held no desire to wanting him around. "Maybe one day I'll find someone. Cuddling is essential and basic rights for everyone in my opinion."

That was all that Sam was aiming for, the sound and the grin doing more than enough to keep him warm despite the chill still lingering in the air. This time of year was always a coin flip, never knowing if it was time to keep the jackets out or if short sleeves were something they could anticipate. "Now all I need to get is the horse to go with it. Maybe a motorcycle instead, that's much more attractive." He grinned, propping himself up on his elbows as he listened to what Tobias had to say. Instantly he was shaking his head, wanting to take any of those doubts away. The other man was anything but. "Nothing about that is selfish, man. It's not like you're asking someone to hurt themselves to keep you warm. Besides, if anyone says wanting to be cuddled is wrong? I think they need an MRI."

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