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Suicide Kings are Wild.
Percival King. Liar. Cheat. Master of cards and chess. She does some architecture work and appraisal on the side.
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“I’m not cute. End of story.”
“Disagree, I quite enjoy your rat-like charms!” She kisses her forehead. “Perhaps you just think you’re not cute because you’re not your type.”
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Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters
“Hey, come here. It’s alright.”
“Shh. It’s okay.”
“You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?”
“I know what you need. Hold on.”
“I’m arresting you for being criminally cute.”
“Sleeping in? Hell yeah.”
“That was my blanket! Come on…”
“Don’t you dare. No, no puppy face of yours is gonna work…”
“I just found out I have $40 more than I thought. We’re getting take out!”
“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”
“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”
“I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”
“Thank you for being gentle.”
“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”
“Door’s locked, lights are off… snacks are here, what’s next?”
“Your hands are cold, let me help.”
“You really didn’t need to, you know.”
“You needed a hug.”
“I will not be broken… I will not be… fine, you win stop with the face.”
“No, you’re cute. End of story.”
“I’m not cute. End of story.”
“Listen, we don’t have to fight, we can both be adorable.”
“…but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”
“Come on, get over here.”
“I will squeeze the unhappiness out of you!”
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Send my muse anons pretending to be someone they care about. The twist: make these anons as heartbreaking, disappointing, or anger-inducing as possible.
Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.
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tinyconrat:
“Mama…..?”
His voice is shaking, and he sniffles. Touching the ground desperately to try and pick it up. He found the phone, bringing it to his ear. Everything was dark. Someone had to be covering his eyes somehow.
“I-I can’t s-see.”
“Matthew?”
She stops what she’s doing.
“Where are you? I’ll come right now.”
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@tinyconrat
Her phone buzzes. She answers without looking at the caller id.
“Hello, Perce King.”
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notramseymurdoch:
“I….I wasn’t……Planning on it, sir.”
Jesus. What exactly did Ramsey’s vibe give out….That made him think he was some sort of homewrecker? Sure he was a con, but he was nothing like the other men he might’ve run into.
“I’m not like that.”
“Ah. Don’t take it too personally, Ramsey.” Perce pulled her close to kiss her. “Sheridan is just protective.”
They open their eyes. “Perce ‘elped me out o’a bad situation back when they were ‘bout t’join the Boys in Blue.” He stood up and walked to the back of the cafe, behind the counter.
“That... situation is also the reason I did not... join the ‘boys in blue’.” Their eyes grow dark. “In fact, that situation is why we are all here. This is long overdue.”
Anthony squeezed their eyes shut once more. “Right. I need t’find that stuff...” They breathed out,and then stuck their hands into a drawer, reaching all the way into the back. “Let’s see... Murdoch... Cowboy...” They started pulling clothes out from the drawer, all of them old, some of them ratty, some with... mystery stains. But they all looked like decent facimilies to what the Bounty Hunter of their world wore.
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notramseymurdoch:
“Hi…”
Ramsey smiled, extending his hand and blushing as he looked at the other. Biting his lip lightly and grabbing Perce’s hand, rubbing the engagement ring he’d put on their hand just days before.
“Uh yeah, I’m a con……”
He kicked his feet, playing with his juice box shirt and looking around. Not that great of a place, but not that shady either. Must be a nice place in the daytime.
Perce laughed, “No need to worry. Ramsey is my fiance. But to the point. I need you to find a good disguise for him to make him look like Murdoch. And I need a route into the Brightman offices.”
Anthony sat back down and sighed. “Fine. Gimme a moment. I can get th’route easily, but the clothes might take a bit...” they narrowed their eyes. “If you ‘urt Perce I’ll find a way t’break yer knees that doesn’t trace back t’me.” Then they closed their eyes.
Anthony Sheridan
Epithet: Finder
Stamina: 6
Proficiency: MAX
Creativity: 10
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notramseymurdoch:
She nodded, taking Perce’s hand and sighing. Holding them close and not wanting to let them go. Not wanting them to be away. He was going with her, but….
Ugh
Later they arrive at an empty cafe. Almost empty, anyway. A sole person sat at a table in the middle of the room.
The person dramatically turned around in the swivel chair, “Ah, Percival King... ‘ow nice--” they opened their eyes, “-- to sEE? YOU?” Suddenly they shot up. “YA BROUGHT MURDOCH HERE?!”
Perce held out a hand. “Hold on, Sheridan. Before you run, this isn’t actually Murdoch. I know, he looks like Murdoch. And he is, in a way. Things are... complicated.”
Sheridan frowned. “Oh, this is that multiverse bullshit. I understand.”
“... Yes... this is that... ‘multiverse bullshit’. Anyway, Anthony Sheridan, allow me to introduce Ramsey Murdoch, this version is a con much like myself.”
Anthony ran a hand through his hair. “’Ello.”
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notramseymurdoch:
“Always.” She whispered, holding them close.
He kissed them, sighing and pulling away.
“I love you.”
“I know.” They smile as they pulled out their phone.
There’s only a quick moment before it’s at their ear.
“Hello? Sheridan? It’s Perce. Can we meet at the coffee shop?” They took Ramsey’s hand in theirs and squeezed it. “I’ll be bringing along someone else. Yes, he’s trustworthy... See you there.”
She hung up and kissed Ramsey.
“Let’s go steal an identity.”
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notramseymurdoch:
He looked a bit anxious, honestly. He sighed, leaning into their touch.
“Perce I don’t know if I can do this.”
He whispered into her ear.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to come.”
Perce kissed her forehead.
“But I have a good feeling about this. Do you trust me?”
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notramseymurdoch:
“What?! There’s no way!”
Ramsey threw his hands up, looking at his fiance with wide eyes. Even if he looked the part, there’s no way he could act like his counterpart, he knew nothing about being intimidating.
“Sure we look alike, but we ain’t alike in personality.”
“Don’t worry! Grifting is easy when you get the hang of it. And if everything works out you’ll only need to look the part.” She cupped his face in her hands.
“This is perfect, actually. I’ll call Sheridan right now.”
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notramseymurdoch:
“We’re going to get married, Perce.” He sighed, shaking and holding them close, her eyes closing as he looked over at them. “We’re gonna get tied up in each others old problems, whether we like it or not.” He sighed, kissing them, her grip on the others hands not letting up. “Let me be there for you. Please.”
“Ramsey...”
They sigh.
“F... Fine, but we’ll do this my way. We have to meet up with one of my contacts first. And I’ll need to get you a decent disguise...” They cup her cheek. “Anyone we meet would recognize you as Murdoch... if he decided he did not care about his appearance suddenly...”
“Though... that might not be a bad disguise...... How do you feel about dressing up like a cowboy?”
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‘Heated chocolate’... Perhaps the drink? Or just... a chocolate bar heated up...?
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notramseymurdoch:
“No. Perce you can’t.”
He was tearing up now. He was a con, he could do this. He could help her. There was a chance she could get hurt.
“We just got engaged you can’t just go off into something that could end up with you hurt or dead.”
He gripped her hands close, looking into their eyes. They couldn’t just leave…What about the kids…? He couldn’t do this alone.“
"Please. Let me come with you. Para can watch the kids.”
“Ramsey this is different.” Perce squeezed her hands.
“This is... an old wound. Someone I failed to help before. This will be dangerous. More than just selling fake gold to corrupt officials. I have to do this alone. I don’t want you to get tied up in my old problems.” They rest their forehead against Ramsey’s.
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With @notramseymurdoch cont from Here
“I... I’m sorry, but I need to leave. It won’t be forever. I promise. This con is too...” dangerous. Personal.
“Listen, please. I don’t want to be the one that puts you in more danger. I don’t want to put our children in danger. I need to do this alone...” They took his hands in hers and kisses him.
“Please... Don’t follow me.”
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"wait, i’m coming with you."
“You don’t have to.” Perce cupped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I’ve done plenty of Three-card cons.”
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HADESTOWN OBC LYRIC STARTERS: (PART TWO)
feel free to change pronouns and other details as desired!
i can give you what it is you crave.
when’s the last time you saw the sky?
you want the moon?
what the boss don’t know, the boss won’t mind.
no one has a name down here.
what i wanted was to fall asleep, close my eyes and disappear.
i trembled when he laid me out.
come and find me lying in the bed i made.
whatever happened i’m to blame.
how’d you get beyond the wall?
don’t know who the hell you are but i can tell you don’t belong.
you better run!
i’m not going back alone, i came to take her home.
who the hell you think you are?
who the hell you think you’re talking to?
the ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair.
what are you afraid of?!
have a drink why don’t you.
he has the kind of love for her that you and i once had.
nothing comes from wishing on stars.
lend them an ear and the kingdom will fall.
you and your pity don’t fit in my bed.
how does the sun even fit in the sky?
why do we turn away when our brother’s bleeding?
why do we build the wall and then call it freedom?
take me home.
i’ll walk beside you, love, any way the wind blows.
just need a steady hand to hold.
the good news is he said that you can go.
it’s a trap!
the dog you really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head.
wait, i’m coming with you.
we will follow if you lead.
think they’ll make it?
how about you and i? are we gonna try again?
wait for me?
who are you to think that you could hold your head up higher than your fellow man?
i’ll tell you where the real road lies; between your ears, behind your eyes.
that is the path to paradise, likewise the road to ruin.
i hear the walls repeating the falling of our feet and it sounds like drumming.
we are not alone.
i’m right here and i will be until the end.
pour the wine and raise a cup.
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