heck ash i think you're sooo amazing!! i've been following you for.... forever now i swear going back so many of my own blogs but every single person you write you write with such conviction and dedication and it's so remarkable to see!! you have such an easy way of portraying a wildly wide variety of characters and i think that really just showcases your talent as a write for you to so easily slip into these different characters?! idk man i think u r cool as all heck and i will follow u everywhere forevermore
what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog?
hey!!!! thank you for this, it's so nice. i think you're the coolest ever, and you're stuck with me. jokes on you.
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@ltdice : will you please sit down for two seconds?
that's easier said than done. jyn shoots cardoza an irritated look and continues to linger by the window, just out of view and peering through a slit in the curtain at the street below them. in the wake of an sudden, out of nowhere ambush, jyn's shifted gears from woman into soldier. even though they've made it to the safe house, the adrenaline from the fight hasn't quite left her body. it takes time for her to shove the soldier back down underneath the skin of the woman –– it's not a switch she can easily turn on and off.
for the first time in a long time, the ambush had taken her off-guard. it's not like she hasn't seen combat with the fbi but under her superior's ever watchful presence, she's been sheltered, allowed only on the fringes. at her sides, she flexes her hands, relishing the feeling of bruises on her knuckles and aches in her fingers. " i'll take first watch, " she says abruptly, changing the flow of the conversation with the subtlety of hitting someone over the head with a blunt object, " if you want to get some rest. "
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" is it like in the movies, @ltdice? " it's asked over the rim of his pint, brows risen in curiosity. " the dangerous missions, and slo-mo team bondin', and all that- " he continues, tone nothing short of humorous. though it's not teasing, nor condescending, just a person enjoying a conversation. " 'cause if it's not, i can't lie, i'm gonna be a little disappointed. "
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024, a hotel room with only one bed. @ltdice
his watch is fiddled with, a nervous habit, so much so that the cloth of his shirt underneath the band creases uneasily with each repetitive movement. "i'll. umh." tongue placed back against his palate, lips closed, forcing himself to look somewhat professional & unworried about the situation, even though he knows every inch of his body currently screams nervousness in a way that, he fears, even a deaf person would be able to decipher it. "i can take the floor?" the end of his sentence resounds like a question, tone tilted uncharacteristically high, and for a moment it seems like he might actively be waiting for an answer. except, thinking, he tries to imagine derek : come on kid, move. don't make the lady feel bad 'bout it. & so he does, diligently. his go-bag is placed near the door, that he finishes closing. he doesn't rid himself of his jacket or his shoes. instead, his back falls against the wooden pannel that he just pressed shut, his eyes on carmen. it seems that more panic-fueled words are coming to escape his mouth, until a quick -- "or we can. i don't know. share? you're like. perfectly sized for bed-sharing." & considering the relieved, kind smile he offers afterwards, there must be a compliment hiding in there somewhere.
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@ltdice : there seems to be lots of reasons why i shouldn't.
“ are they reasons? or excuses? ” she found herself in the same place once upon a time — some dead - end job, one where the risks became higher than the rewards. thieving was a dangerous game. she was lucky she made it out with a lucky deal and the promise of education. not everyone was so lucky. she's sure whatever carmen's situation is has to be less severe than ida jane's — but she's hopeful she can help. “ is it stopping you from what you really want to do? because if it is, then it's just an excuse. ”
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CARMEN CARDOZA: YOU'VE GOT BLOOD ON YOUR SHIRT. impossible. or nearly so. it's unlike the doctor to be so... sloppy. act so foolish. to leave something so obvious out for others to see. eyes land on her for a moment before they slowly move down to spot the small droplet of red on sitting almost delicately upon the fabric of his sleeve's cuff. no, this won't do at all. gazing at it for a moment, doctor lecter retrieves his handkerchief from his pocket and gives his eyes back to carmen, acting a bit sheepish to have been caught. 'not blood, but wine,' he lies, wrapping the cloth around one finger and dabbing it against his tongue, before pressing it to the spot. 'from when i was indulging earlier, i'm afraid. i cannot explain how embarrassed i am. will you excuse me while i clean myself up?' @ltdice.
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@ltdice › ❛ i didn’t mean it like that ! ❜
ALL YOUR LIFE YOU’VE RESISTED THE TEMPTATION , ALL IT EVER BROUGHT WAS HURT & RUINATION . AND YET YOU’D LET HER IN ANYWAY , unbeknownst that she too would bring fire and destruction . whether it had been her intention all along , bianca had been swept up in their what - ifs , and what could be . wishful thinking from someone who’d never had anything . ❛❛ sure you didn’t , carmen . ❜❜ she quietly spits in the other’s direction , sentence taste ever sour on her tongue . YOU’VE ALREADY BROUGHT YOUR SHIELDS BACK UP , GUARDING THE REMNANTS OF A HEART SHATTERED LONG AGO . ❛❛ honestly , it doesn’t matter anyway –– it’s all just fun , right? ❜❜ she remembers their promise all too well , but it seemed her heart needed a reminder too . this is why you don’t let them in , never wear your heart on your sleeve . ❛❛ look , do what you want , cardoza . what do i care? ❜❜
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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 ? / @ltdice
* ) was the question meant to be introspective ? 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙶 , red in color as light danced off CHROME wheels. small boxes fill the space between them as THAI TAKEOUT remained evident. it’s quiet tonight , the winds gentle as the faint smell of leaves burning mixed with something else accents air.
‘ it’s been an interesting one . . . what , - you don’t have guys chasing you down in cars at THREE AM ? ’ laugh manages as PERSONALITY SHIFTS ; in this guise he feels comfortable , that grey area of morality TESTED as he proved time and time again that he was going to remain PEACEFUL. that the criminal underworld of gotham DESERVED to show mercy , and that he was going to take down OZ. though for now , he remains in the shadows , a rook on the chessboard as OTHERS maneuvered.
he then reaches for drunken noodles as fingers go to maneuver utensils. ‘ i mean , we wouldn’t have met had i had a CALM sort of life . . . ’ PAUSES as he looks down and searches for a piece of chicken. ‘ car your life has never been uninteresting - THAT’S something i know for a fact , call it a hunch ’ his accent decorates wording that to some would seem crass , JERSEY and BROOKLYN dance as something truly bizarre falls from lips. ‘ look now here we are having takeout and going to a midnight movie . . . ’ 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. ‘ lemme tell you nothing is ordinary in this city you know that ’
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ok smash or pass 👁👄👁
the question is unexpected. it has him immediately focusing on his hands which are twiddling in his lap versus carmen standing before him. it’s not a hard question, but it’s not exactly an easy one to answer in person, having not expected to hear it, either. “ smash. i mean, yeah, yes, of course smash. ”
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i’m exhausted. every new lead i’ve got on edie’s murder has been a wash, and gcpd’s handed me a stack of case files that are all clearly related to their absolute inability to break up the hold a handful of criminals have on this city. i didn’t go to school for eight years to look at a crime scene photo and say, “yep, see all these question marks? it’s clearly one of riddler’s men.”
maybe they’re getting tired of my attitude, or maybe they’re just looking for somebody younger, cheaper, and with a few less qualifications. actually, that’s not fair -- i don’t know if she’s younger than me, but she is less qualified, even if she’s with the fbi. i could’ve gone fbi, if i wasn’t so hellbent on catching edie’s killer.
i stare across the table at her, waiting to see if she breaks. then i shove a stack of folders towards her. i don’t know if they told her what she was in for when they sent her to gotham city, but it’s my job to make sure she knows. in the folders, she’ll find picture after picture of some of the worst things gotham has seen in the last five years. riddler’s mazes, sionis and cobblepot’s turf wars, and . . . i don’t even think i have a word for what scarecrow’s been doing.
“ look through those and then come find me if you’re still up for this job. oh, and @ltdice? welcome to gotham city. our da made it six months before he snapped and started killing. ”
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shenanigans starter call ( accepting ) for @ltdice
❝ okay are you ready for this one ? on a scale of one to america, how free are you tonight ? ❞
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hi trick i just wanted to drop in to remind you that i love you so much and i just think you are so fucking AMAZING!!!! throwback to our tonynat days god we have been through a lot and i just hope you always know how much i adore and admire you 🤍
cherry, i fr need you to stop, because you’re gonna make me cry. i literally love you sm!!!!!!!!!!!! and i fr think you’re the most talented, wonderful bitch up in this place ( also. rip tonynat. gone but never forgotten )
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@ltdice / sc.
the blonde leans back against the counter, elbows rested on the bartop as she's keeping an eye out on the crowd. a majority of the crowd is a fellow naval officer of some sort, but there are some locals mixed in, too. eyes narrow in the direction of a man who'd been eyeing every woman in their crowd, and unfortunately for him, catarina's bored of playing designated driver while she's watching everyone else get drunk. “ yo, dice. how much you wanna bet i can get mr. fuck me eyes over there to pay for everyone's tab? ”
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