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Pancake wasn't inclined, entirely, to drop it. Oh no, but rather let it SIMMER into something that, given the chance, would resurface like a snake concealed beneath brush. She instead STARED, blinked, and then looked to Pensador.

[Come on, man. We don't need this.] One last sign from the speaker of the two, and she inhaled deeply. "Is that so? You've certainly got me interested, Vic."

"Look at you," Eddie began, smiling that usual SHIT EATING GRIN, "Gettin' along! Like a pack of - -"

"Stop sucking your own dick, Ed." Pancake spoke finally, causing the Cabot to huff in MILD ANNOYANCE.

"Say, Vega, since you're here, you wouldn't be up to going drinking with us soon, would you?" She offered a calming smile ( deceiving! ). "If not, I understand. Things are tense these days."

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Watching the two, the women couldn’t help but exchange a glance. One of mere validation that the two really were acting as friendly and light as they were, and that they weren’t seeing things.

When he sat, Joe began to speak, but the girls paid no attention. Instead, they returned his look, deep brown eyes scanning thoughtfully. Pensador was taken back at ’El Pensador’. The fact that he used her full alias. The fact that Eddie had told him such. Or had Eddie told him anything at all?

This time, Pensador smiled and Pancake grew stone faced, suddenly on edge and not ENTIRELY convinced. The deaf one of the two reached across and harshly poked Pensador, deciding that, despite having her hearing aid in, she didn’t want to talk.

[Can I shoot this fuck?]

Pensador’s eyes narrowed, [For the love of God. He takes you in once and you’re–?]

“Hey! No signin’ in here!” Joe scolded, “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“You must be,” Pensador disregarded her friend and looked to Eddie, smiling once more (or, more rightly, smirking), “Vic, if I heard correctly? Names aren’t all were good at.” She offered her hand to him, “You’ve heard of us? Good things, I hope. From Eddie or..?” A pause. “Y'know, Nice Guy here puts you in high regard.”

Yep. Pancake was still stone faced, only lightening up when both Cabot’s sent her a small glare. Perhaps she was overreacting. Or maybe it was the urge to keep up her ’tough guy’, muscle persona.

Vic didn’t know the sign language, but there was no need in this to understand that he just hit the bullseye with his joke. He never had a bias, women could do the same jobs as guys, sometimes even better. Some of them even became legends, like Bonnie Parker or Alabama.

The elder Cabot shouted at them, but he raised his hands in a reconciliatory gesture, “Come on, Joe, I could watch all day how these fingers move. No one ever threatened me like this before,” he looked at Pancake and raised his eyebrows questioningly, “Usually they use only one finger.”

His eyes shifted to Pensador’s direction, obviously, she was the top in this partnership. “Vic, yeah, Vic Vega. Nope, Eddie told me nothing, but rumors fly around,” he waved his hands illustrating the words, “And they say you two are something.” His head turned to said Nice Guy, “Did he say so? Of course, he did. He probably told you a lot of scary stories. Not all of them are made up.”

#illxadvised #Verse: Reservoir Dogs #|| sorry for the wait dear! #|| my last reply didn't go through apparently!

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[She asked if we dismember corpses.] Pensador turned to Pancake and signed, amusement tinged on serious as usual features.

[We don't have our shit on us, do we?]

[In the boot, I think.]

[Does this mean we're cutting this guy up? We should take the skull, polish it and then sell it--]

"Alright." Pensador raised a hand, turning back to Mari. "What would you rather do? Dismemberment means it's relatively harder to track. But if we find a good spot in the woods, bury him or leave him be, he'll decompose in a matter of months. That runs the risk of someone walking up on him."

“He’s a bit… dead, that’s all.”

“I see that,” Mari muttered.  It was pretty clear that this particular corpse was…well, a corpse.  It was now, anyways.  “I asked why, not what happened."  She nudged the body, not particularly feeling anything about it.

It was just a husk.  The person was gone.  This thing couldn’t feel or perceive anything at all.  Not that it was enjoyable to hear the killing, but now that it was over, well…meh.  She didn’t know the guy.

"More importantly, what now?  Just kinda drag it off to the woods or something?  Or do y'all do the whole dismemberment thing?”

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Watching the two, the women couldn't help but exchange a glance. One of mere validation that the two really were acting as friendly and light as they were, and that they weren't seeing things.

When he sat, Joe began to speak, but the girls paid no attention. Instead, they returned his look, deep brown eyes scanning thoughtfully. Pensador was taken back at 'El Pensador'. The fact that he used her full alias. The fact that Eddie had told him such. Or had Eddie told him anything at all?

This time, Pensador smiled and Pancake grew stone faced, suddenly on edge and not ENTIRELY convinced. The deaf one of the two reached across and harshly poked Pensador, deciding that, despite having her hearing aid in, she didn't want to talk.

[Can I shoot this fuck?]

Pensador's eyes narrowed, [For the love of God. He takes you in once and you're--?]

"Hey! No signin' in here!" Joe scolded, "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You must be," Pensador disregarded her friend and looked to Eddie, smiling once more (or, more rightly, smirking), "Vic, if I heard correctly? Names aren't all were good at." She offered her hand to him, "You've heard of us? Good things, I hope. From Eddie or..?" A pause. "Y'know, Nice Guy here puts you in high regard."

Yep. Pancake was still stone faced, only lightening up when both Cabot's sent her a small glare. Perhaps she was overreacting. Or maybe it was the urge to keep up her 'tough guy', muscle persona.

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@illxadvised - Liked for a starter! In their Reservoir Dogs verse!

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Pancake was sat down and talking idly with Eddie; some banter, some flirtation, some insults. All which Joe had been regulating and feigning upset about. It was a nice, calm atmosphere, intensified when Pensador arrived.

The four were in the middle of conversation when Vic entered, Eddie perched upon his father’s desk as Pancake was making a few gestures with her glass of whiskey.

“-come at me, Eddie, and we’re about to– oh.” She paused upon noticing the man, hand subconsciously reaching up to fiddle a little with her hearing aid.

Silence.

“Vic, you son of a bitch!” Eddie greeted abruptly, rushing over to engulf his friend in a hug, “You’re earlier than expected. Everything alright? Hey, Pan, get your ass out of the chair for him, would ya?”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, but I was here fi–”

“Do it.”

Pensador made a gesture, earning a huff from the other as she stood and sat atop Joe’s desk.

“Have you three met?” Eddie gestured to the now empty seat for Vic.

“Come here, you fat bastard!” Vic gladly hugged his childhood friend he knew almost all his life. After several playful punches good half of which didn’t reach their aim he took the place freed for him and looked at those present. “Everything’s okay, just didn’t want to miss anything important.“

He studied two yound women with the light musing smile and the squint of his blue eyes. “Nope, but I’ve heard of them. You must be Pancake, and you’re El Pensador. You gals know how to choose names, I wonder who is Silent Bob in your duo.” He winked and smiled wider, that was just a friendly bantering.

#illxadvised #Verse: Reservoir Dogs

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But imagine teasing, horrible flirting from Eddie, and references to Pink, Joe, White, and a few other guys.

I’m so incredibly tempted to write a drabble about Pan and ‘Nice Guy’ Eddie. It’d be lighthearted and honestly? I love the idea I have.

#//ooc #tbd #|| my two babies

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Speaking slowly, if ANYTHING, made reading lips much more DIFFICULT. So did mumbling, but Mari didn't mumble-- not yet. Instead, her brows lowered once more, features remaining relatively stone if not mischievous and... amused.

Merely blinking, Pancake didn't move. She was stubborn, and was getting quite the kick from their interaction. Her hand moved up once and then back down, enticing Mari to continue if she so wished.

Mari was doing a fine job of sulking. Arms crossed, all scowling and everything. It wouldn’t accomplish anything, but it made her feel ever so slightly better.

Pensador better move it.

She jumped when a hand came down on the back of her chair. Pancake came into view, hand out in a way that even Mari could understand. For someone that wanted to be left alone, she was pushing it with this.

Mari narrowed her eyes, speaking loud and slow, trying to make her message as clear as possible, since Pancake took her phone. “Fuck. Off.”

#thefailingthief

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I'm so incredibly tempted to write a drabble about Pan and 'Nice Guy' Eddie. It'd be lighthearted and honestly? I love the idea I have.

#//ooc #|| my two babies #TBD

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

#Meme

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Pancake watched in UTTER amusement. Small joys in life kept her going; insulting someone without their knowledge, intimidating the weak and easily malleable, making others angry, annoyed, or pouty.

And guess what? She just hit the jackpot.

[I don't know what they see in you.] Signed despite the fact Mari wouldn't be able to see (not that it necessarily mattered).

Then, she abruptly stood and walked over, planting a hand to the back of the chair and leaning over, free hand extended in a 'what's your problem?' display.

More signing, then Mari flinched back as Pancake took her phone from her and shoved it in her pocket.

She stared at Pancake, surprised and angry in equal parts. For fuck sake, she was just trying to he friendly! She didn’t want to demand it back, because that might prompt Pancake to break it.

So, after a second, Mari stood up, turned her chair so her back was to Pancake, and plopped back down. Sinking down, she crossed her arms to sulk petulantly.

#thefailingthief #~ stack 'er up! 🍮 ~

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[You're pathetic.]

THEN she grabbed the phone, but instead of throwing it, or typing, she pocketed the thing and stepped back, turning on her heels to return to perching upon the nearest table.

She watched intently, half amused by her own actions.

[Happy? I sure am.]

Another flinch when Pancake grabbed the phone, but she wasn’t quite as worried about the woman throwing it this time. Glaring, Mari took the phone back when it Pancake was done typing.

Awesome. Some more furious typing and scowling later, and she had the response ready.

Great. So are you. Go over there somewhere, and we can leave each other alone.

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

#Meme

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@illxadvised - Liked for a starter! In their Reservoir Dogs verse!

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Pancake was sat down and talking idly with Eddie; some banter, some flirtation, some insults. All which Joe had been regulating and feigning upset about. It was a nice, calm atmosphere, intensified when Pensador arrived.

The four were in the middle of conversation when Vic entered, Eddie perched upon his father's desk as Pancake was making a few gestures with her glass of whiskey.

"-come at me, Eddie, and we're about to-- oh." She paused upon noticing the man, hand subconsciously reaching up to fiddle a little with her hearing aid.

Silence.

"Vic, you son of a bitch!" Eddie greeted abruptly, rushing over to engulf his friend in a hug, "You're earlier than expected. Everything alright? Hey, Pan, get your ass out of the chair for him, would ya?"

"I'm sorry, Eddie, but I was here fi--"

"Do it."

Pensador made a gesture, earning a huff from the other as she stood and sat atop Joe's desk.

"Have you three met?" Eddie gestured to the now empty seat for Vic.

#illxadvised #Verse: Reservoir Dogs #|| hope this is okay!

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@svmquoderis - random thing because I love you and need to get these girls back on track!

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Pancake was NEVER one to admit defeat; she'd rather d i e than say she was wrong. But honestly, in that moment, on the brink of starting a brawl in a rather nice bar because she was being wrongfully accused of something, she actually took the incentive to step back.

That, or the burning eyes of Wrench and Pensador had put her into a spot where, quite frankly, it could tarnish her reputation. So, she turned and walked over to the three, looking mainly to Numbers now.

[Trouble might be coming our way.] A simple sign before she nodded, [Can you deal with it PEACEFULLY for me? I'll buy you a few rounds.]

#Svmquoderis #|| sorry if this is annoying at all!

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I need to get these girls back on track, so like this for a starter!

#Like for a thing #Like for a starter

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A reminder that I'm more active on my other blog

@unrxlypirxte!

If you want to interact more or want to talk, hit me up there!

#//Ooc

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Holstering her trusted repeater, Pancake fumbled around for her lasso, mount slowing into a trot behind Marian. She raised it above her head and began to spin it gently.

Brown eyes, dark with amusement, watched the other. Took the scene into mind and C R A V E D the feeling of ending her life. Like an itch that refused to leave.

But alas, Pensador and indeed their employer had made it crystal clear to keep her alive.

Thrusting the rope forward to hook Marian, she pulled it tight to her chest.

The gunshot that came after a moment wasn’t entirely unexpected. The surprise was her Shire stumbling forward, then dropping to the ground.

Marian was sent rolling across the ground with her horse, the breath forced from her lungs hard. A moment later, her horse was kicking his way up, even with a bleeding leg, and stumbling off at a pace that Marian wouldn’t be able to catch.

Damn it.

Marian scrambled up, her arm throbbing where she’d been shot. She could see Pancake bearing down now.

Nowhere to go.

Just to be able to say she didn’t stop for anything, she stumbled off at a run. She didn’t think she’d last long, anyways.

#thefailingthief #Verse: Red Dead redemption

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

#//ooc #|| coming back from the dead maybe? #|| send em in!