#v; tbt

[fiixer]

@thatvigilante // starter call - Gavin

You better be right about this one, Pearce...

The text sat unread for much of the morning, since Aiden first turned down the gig.  That was nothing new.  Lately it seemed he'd been accepting fewer for himself and instead opting to aid where possible, though this time, he'd claimed to have some sort of prior engagements, whatever the hell that meant.  It wasn't Jordi's place to question it; he had, but that was beside the point.  What really threw Jordi for a loop, though, was the near-instant suggestion of a replacement.  In all the time the two had worked together, Aiden never offered to fill his place on occasions where he'd refused a job, so needless to say, it caught Jordi's intrigue.  

That intrigue was the only reason he'd even entertained the idea.  Jordi has a plethora of his own people to call in a pinch, all of whom would gladly jump the moment his name popped up on their phone. And yet, he's staring at a text that's nothing more than a string of numbers.  A phone number. Aiden insisted the guy was good, that he'd see it through and get the job done.  Whether there was even a grain of truth in that, or Aiden was simply trying to get Jordi off his back remained to be seen.  It's a risky gamble to take when so much cash was on the line, not to mention his reputation...but Jordi has never been one to play it safe.

Besides, it's not like there is a world of time to kill with this; the mark had a plan to move on, to New York if he wasn't mistaken, and none of his contacts could figure out when. While that didn't necessarily spell disaster as far as the job was concerned, it did add a certain air of urgency, meaning it took priority and he had to make a choice. Now.

Pacing the length of his hotel room, shielded from the disgusting humidity still plaguing the city well into the early evening, he's weighing the options, going back and forth, but ultimately, the decision is already made.  It's weird to think he trusts Aiden's word enough to risk so much on it - especially when the information provided was I know a guy and nothing more - but there he was, tapping the number anyway, breathing a resigned sigh to the tune of monotonous ringing in his ear. The gears are turning in mind; how best to protect everything he's got on the line, but he has to remember, first thing's first...

The ringing stops, and he doesn't wait, because if this guy turned him down, he'd have to call someone else as soon as possible - or get on the road himself to find the asshole they're after. Neither option sounds great, but he'll do what he has to, if it comes down to crossing that bridge.

" Hey, what's up, how's it going, how's the night, fuck the pleasantry bullshit, I'd rather get straight to the point, but... I also wanna make sure I've got the right guy here." Rattled off quickly while his pacing continues, while the fingers of his free hand absently trace various objects in passing. When it continues, there's a mockery of geniality dripping from his tone, edged by a certain impatience that often came with this sort of nonsense. "Soooo, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

#v; tbt #thatvigilante #[ yell @ me if you want me to change anything! ] #t; find a job you love

[haacked]

— “Maybe, it’s about time you took a break,” Gavin says, smiling warmly. “you need one. Plus, you’ve been gone for a while … spend some time with your son?”

Another command input, another mass of code scrolling across a wall of black. A prompt here, an error there, and it becomes the hundredth time in the last however long it's been that he swears his eyes are starting to cross from staring at the screen. Caught up in the details, tying up the final few loose ends of the last job, it was inevitable that time might slip away from him, but he hadn't realized how lost he'd gotten in the rhythmic sounds of his fingers flying across keys until a voice jarred him out of the trance. A familiar voice, or else it may have earned a more violent reaction than the little jump it gets.  His vision takes its sweet time to adjust when it tears from his work, surveying the source of the voice elsewhere in the room. He squints through the dusk and, as if visual confirmation was the missing piece he needed, all measure of annoyance fades - who appreciates being startled, after all?

How long had it been since he'd taken a break?  The crackling protest his back makes when he stretches seems to suggest it's been exactly too long, and as much as he hates to admit it, Gavin is right on all fronts.  Old habits die hard, it seems.  It's so easy to get lost in his work, even in the closing details.  He'd taken yet another day to neglect himself, if the aching muscles and persistent pang in his stomach were anything to go by, and as it happens, that was not the only thing. Fortunately, the entire day hadn't slipped by, meaning there's still plenty of time to rectify both.

" - sure, alright." It's his voice, but there's an edge to it, a weariness he'd ignored with practiced ease that now rings loud and clear, even to his own ears. " I guess I could use a break."

@waatched // unprompted

#v; tbt #waatched #[ goal for the day: figure out a verse name slkdjfs ] #[ thank you for this! sorry it took forever. kept getting pulled away and distracted making icons of older aiden x.x ]

[ofovertime]

❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜

*  ―  𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. || accepting @gohjuo

Since he's been home, Nanami just hasn't been in a good mood. He wanted to relax and get some rest today. But -- He felt off, and he didn't want to put anything onto the other. Sitting there at the table, he looked at him for a moment and shrugged his shoulder.

"It was fine. Though I somehow lost glasses today. So reading has been a little rough and I don't have my second pair. Other than that, it wasn't too bad. how was your day? Did the shoot go well today? how many more days do you have to work on it?"

#gohjuo #v; tbt

[loyaltylanced]

You know she *touches wings* every chance she gets

@goldenliight

It's a light pull, and he doubts she even means it. Humans, curious things they are; so... unlike angels. They have something the angels will likely never understand -- the ability to change, to grow. To experience.

He pulls his wing lightly from her hands, only to sweep her up with it; there's an amused smile playing at his lips, and his wing curls close to keep her aloft. " There you are. Isn't that more comfortable, hm? "

#goldenliight #𝑓𝜄𝑟𝑠𝜏 𝜔𝜀 𝜏𝛼𝑙𝜅; 𝛼𝑠𝜅𝑠 #v; tbt

[nebula-drcams]

@rayheroism asked: “The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” / For Nimue! Time for these two to meet Lmao

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters || Always Accepting

She's seeing things right..? Maybe it's because it's late, and maybe she's got a little bit of tiredness that's not fully registering with her... Either way, she doesn't answer the other at first, and just sort of stares. Sure it's rude, but what is she supposed to ask? Who just asks 'hey why aren't your limbs attached' anyway? 

Eventually she stops staring and turns back to the sky, hands pocketed in her jacket. How late was it anyway? She couldn't have been out here for that long. Finally pulling out her phone, she checks the time and shrugs, she's stayed up later. It's only one am anyway.

"I know, I'm just out here to stargaze. Who are you anyway?"

#rayheroism #★ ►𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼◄ ⌠ Nimue Umiko ⌡ #V; TBT #★ ► ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏꜱᴍᴏꜱ ◄ ⌠ In Character ⌡ #★ ► ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ♥◄ ⌠ Ask Answered ⌡

[insanislupus-moved]

"- y'know. you keep frowning, an' you jus' might be the first vampire to get wrinkles."

@invitisalvatore

#Threads; not a girl but a poison #invitislvator #v; tbt

[viruslearnt]

→ @thunderbringer - closed starter !

" Redfield got his loyal dogs everywhere these day, hm? " For a moment she was nothing but a voice echoing through the empty hall before deciding to step out of the shadows and do a bit more than play the silent observer. She had watched Chris and his team try and FAIL to contain Mother Miranda. In her younger years she might have made a comment about how you should never leave the important work to the boys but nowadays she had no time to waste on such things anymore. The ceremony was drawing closer and closer each minute and her people wanted Miranda dead and more information on the Winters. That meant playing along with the players already involved in this mess. She would lend a helping hand every now and then, pray it would be enough to get the result she NEEDED. " Don't suppose you need this? " She threw a key Thor's way with a smile. She had watched one of the lycans take off with it earlier and decided to take matters into her own hands.

#thunderbringer #no one: #ada: opens a conversation by calling a stranger a dog #v; tbt #i dont have an r.e8 verse for her written out yet but shes out there and doing her thingTM

[lustpriince]

@protectxthem liked for a starter

“ Well, well, well... Lucifer. I've missed you, my darling. ” The prince smiled lazily at his king. He hadn't been around in a few years, but it was finally time to stretch his proverbial wings again and come out again.

#WHO AM I TO LET THEM GO?? #i had no idea who for so i just chose luci bc i miss them your honor #v; tbt #I KNOW THEY HAD A VERSE AND I WILL GO FIND IT

[wolfvirago]

@faereias​ - jonah - s.c.

The wolf breathes, mist-like smoke exhaled from her flared nostrils. Unlike most, this kid hadn’t tried to attack her upon their first meeting. Instead, they seemed to just be at a standstill. Frozen, like two great gods of day and night at the precipice of dusk.

Robin tilted her head. Ears flicking, swiveling, listening for any tricks. For attackers waiting for the signal from this person.

“Are you afraid?” The shifter finally asks, her posture stock still, paws firm in the ground. The grass felt cool under her pads, a much better feeling than the snow nearby.

“You see a wolf speak, look at you like a beast… Yet you do not run or shoot. Why?”

#faereias #;ic #v; tbt #;a walled off ruin (closed rp) #;howling at the queue

[ofspy]

heartsetting asked: ❝ that feels nice. ❞ ( from silco <33)

touch-starved starters!! || accepting @heartsetting​

this felt strange to him. though with part of the job it was easy. Having the other close to him wasn’t to bad. he could feel how comfortable he was able to make him.  so when the other laid close to him on the couch, he didn’t react. he knew better.  but for the mean time he was going to allow himself to relax. just so he wasn’t caught.  Loid adjusted himself to move to have the other in his arms, as he smiled. this it was just them -- he had no problem.

                                    “It does..  I'm glad for times like this. I’m glad you allowed me to be this close... hm.”  he hum a little bit and looked at the other. “ you can stay as long as you want. You have a hard time lately -- at least you can do is rest.” 

Most times Loid would have it easy, but --- who knows what was going throw the other’s head. but he couldn’t help but try his hardest not to over react and slowly he moved his own hand and rubbed his fingers throw the other’s hair. allowing the other to get more comfortable. 

#heartsetting #screams softly. this is gaay and i love #v; tbt #but also if you don't think loid wouldn't go by a fake name &&& try to get close for work. then you are mistake :D #but i hope this is oka!

[fiixer]

❝You again? I thought we already went through this.❞

@seeasunset // from a ♡!

The heat of the day lingered well into the evening.  Whatever reprieve the setting sun was meant to give failed, leaving him sticky and gross and in a horrible mood even as he came across the mark he'd sought.  One of many that day, as it turned out.  Another car matching the description he'd been given sat abandoned in a back alley.  A few prior had every box checked save one, and here he found it, the SUV sporting the license plate his contact listed as belonging to Niccolò Barone - the idiot who thought he might get away without paying for Jordi's services.  Bailing on such a deal is sealing one's fate, breaching a deal with the devil, and there was no way in hell Jordi would allow that cash to merely slip away. 

Fortunately, he would make out well either way - whether he forced Barone to pay or killed the man - as it turns out he was not the only person old Niccolò pissed off.  The couple who hired him to find the wayward asshole added few extra zeroes to the price he'd initially pitched for the job, and even paid a small portion up front, so they really wanted Barone dead.  Part of Jordi wanted to ask why.  Alas, a professional does not act on that part.

Under normal circumstances, catching a trail would up the overall mood, but he's already so damn uncomfortable, even that couldn't fix it. People really need to stop being stupid in gross, humid cities, yet it seems those are a beacon of sorts for them. It doesn't change anything. He'll pursue no matter what, but damn if it's not going to complain every step of the way, if only to himself. That discomfort doesn't allow for much lenience, particularly when it comes to intrusions, accidental or otherwise. A voice at his back elicits a sharp turn on his heel, instinct drawing a hand to the gun tucked at his waist and aiming in the same breath, and somehow, finding a vaguely familiar face staring back at him made it worse.

"Yeah, well, I had so much fun before, I thought we'd do it again." Sarcasm borders on venomous, his finger settled beside the trigger for the time being. Familiarity made the situation worse - don't ask him how, it just is - yet still it buys that bit of lenience. A mere threat capable of becoming danger in a split second. That instead resides in the metaphorical bark, where the venom finally bleeds further into his tone. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

#v; tbt #seeasunset

[haacked]

Truthfully, at first, he hadn't thought much on it.

On crowded city streets, pinpointing potential threats often proved difficult, if not impossible until the very last moment, sometimes when things had progressed to a point that intervention would make little difference. There are also those times when suspecting criminal activity proved false, too, so it had taken a bit longer to react than usual. When things happened in a back alley, or behind the barrier or a solid wooden fence, or down below a bridge, it was easy to spot and react. This time, he'd taken his time, thankfully without breaching into too much time.

"Walk with me to the corner. Don't make it obvious, but look to your left while you do. Between the cars. You'll see them." Despite the distance between the two of them and those in question, and the whirl of city sounds, he speaks low, so only they can make out the words without obvious effort. The stoicism he wears so frequently softens ever so slightly, as though he too were faced by someone familiar instead of a random stranger on the street. All the while, he's keeping watch. While it's unlikely that anyone will make a move while out in direct public eye, he's seen it - and worse - happen in the past. Better safe than sorry.

For all he knew, they could be friends of hers. Aiden doesn't know this girl any more than he does the one who just walked past them both, so maybe she and her friends are into this kind of nonsense. He highly doubts it, but stranger things have happened. At this point, he would much rather be mistaken than dismiss the situation and find out that an innocent person was hurt for no reason.

Or...maybe there is a reason? Maybe they had her in their sights because of some perceived wrong against them? That, too, wouldn't be a first. He wouldn't snap to any conclusions without knowing the details, but he'll keep the possibility in mind.

"Any idea who they might be?"

@madxwonderland / cont.

#v; tbt #( &. Followed / thread ) #madxwonderland

[ofovertime]

"you just can't keep away from me, can you?"

"says the man who spends every night over at my place. Besides, I have text messages to prove you would miss me if I stayed away. Shall I bring those out?"

Flirting Sentences || accepting @gohjuo

#gohjuo #he just shot you downnnnnnnnnnn #Rip gojo #v; tbt

[loyaltylanced]

*touches wings* NEW VERSE LET HER TOUCH HIS WINGS FOR THE FIRST TIME PLEASE AND THANK YOU

@goldenliight

It reminds him of Gabriel, the innocent curiosity, the tentative hand. His wings settle comfortably, and there is an amused sort of noise that leaves his mouth. " Have you gotten the chance to fly with your own yet? " It's curious, and he makes no move to shift away from her touch. " Or? "

#goldenliight #v; tbt #I'M SO FUCKING SOFT

[x-knighthood]

"Ya really ought to consider at least gettin ONE tattoo." The once captain carefully ran a brush through his long, black hair, prepping it for her rosemary oil. "Tell ya what the wearer's story is an' what they're about. Got no tattoos means ya got no story!"

Ah.. here they went again. Tattoos.... Of course, he wanted to respect and embrace the culture he's been adopted into. Sure, the knight had a few things he'd considered, but there wasn't one he could set his heart on. "I HAVE considered it, I have!" he said , crossing his arms with a pout. Graham knew it had to be.. special. Whatever it was. But the anxiety of something potentially... not being the best thing in the end scared him to death. Ohhgh....Just her touch alone made the knight melt, even while sitting criss-crossed! He knew it'd make her happy.... but the pricks and the needles! Graham was brave, but-- he was also a bit of a baby. Okay. A BIG baby. Prickly thorn bushes and the claws of purple badgers was bad enough.

"I-- I just dont think I've done anything... significant enough, okay? At least, not nearly enough as you have. "

#v; tbt #quitethepirategal #ic

[viruslearnt]

→ @spaceychaos said: eli stares down at the chicken in sunny's hands and the chicken merely stared back ( what a little shit ). frankly, he has questions on why his niece was knowledgeable enough to know the codenames of him and his siblings. "huh, so this is liquid." solid and solidus were quietly strutting around behind sunny, not even paying attention to the two. "how did you get the names? your dad?"

She had raised the chicken up above her head to show to her uncle with pure pride. She had picked them out herself and despite slight protest from her father, had named them herself too. Gently settling the animal down again, smiling brightly, she nodded. It was technically the truth. She had gotten the names from her father. And some of the notes of her other father that she knew she was probably not supposed to look at but if he wanted her not to browse through his files he should encrypt them BETTER. She had always been a curious child and the patriots had certainly handed her all the tools to be able to satiate that curiosity.

" You like them? " She gestured at the chickens, clearly hoping for her uncle's approval. It had only felt RIGHT to her to name them after her father and his brothers. She knew their history was rather tumultuous, she knew one of them was complicit in the death of her mother — but she had to start somewhere to mend this family, unite what she could and hold on to whatever she could.

#spaceychaos #v; tbt #eli u better be nice in ur judgement of the chickens