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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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I don’t even know where to begin with this
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@actofgenius​ - continued from [X]
"I'm being serious, Victor."
Scorpion's scowl and the ire in his voice did nothing to convey the sincerity of his question. But for all of their butting heads and for as much as he hated how close Victor was to June, the two men were friends. Kind of. In their way.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked to the side, practically turning his head to avoid making eye contact with his 'frienemy'.
"Look, I know we don't always get along, but if someone's giving you trouble, you do know you can call on me, right?"
If anyone tried to give him a hard time about this, he could claim it was for June's sake, or a 'no one's going to kick his ass but me' kind of thing. But deep down, he was concerned.
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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Would you do it for a Scorp-y snack?
@oflavenza
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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{ I don’t give my boy enough love and attention, so let’s get some interactions going over here. Please LIKE or REBLOG if you’re open to interacting with Scorpion from the Devil’s Carnival films. Familiarity with the films not required. AUs available, adaptable to other verses }
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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LIKE (or reblog if sideblog) if you want a starter from THE AGENT from ALLELUIA! THE DEVIL’S CARNIVAL.  Feel free to specify if you want something set in Heaven, Hell’s Carnival, Repo! the Genetic Opera, or something else to do with Earth/humans. Default verse is with Agent as a prisoner in Hell’s Carnival.
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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Dan Yells #10: The Frog and the Scorpion
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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Biker babes.
redandblackattack and therealdirtyflaws
Photo by Kyle Christy
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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Like this post for a starter
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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{ so I was browsing the tag for The Outsiders, trying to find some good greaser aesthetic stuff, and like 80% of that tag is filled with Imagines, xReader fics, and people asking to be shipped with characters from the book/movie. And like, I’m not judging, you do you and all that, but lemme tell you, I was not expecting that. }
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write.
Especially if it’s something you’re too shy or afraid to ask off-anon. 
(Admin note: If you reblog this from someone, try to send them something, even if it’s just a basic question. The mun will really appreciate it.)
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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{ you just know that modern Scorps unironically owns and uses a switchblade comb }
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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It’s not that the Scorpion doesn’t love his job---if it can truly be called a job---but no one could claim that he didn’t enjoy his free time just as much. Afterlife isn’t all about charming naive, little sinners onto his wheel, after all. The Carnival is rife with games to play, other Carnies to mess with, and, of course, beer that isn’t going to just drink itself. 
Which is how he ended up with a bottle in one hand while the other tries to get the little, metal hoops he’s stolen from the ring toss booth onto the Magician’s wand without being spotted. An expert flick of his wrist, and he sends the ring soaring through the air wish a quiet whoosh.
Until the clang of metal on metal stops his little toy from finding its mark.
The ring falls to the ground, as does the knife that hit it---his knife. Pocketing it quickly, he whips around to see who had thrown it and, in a split second, the confused frown on his stark-white face melts into his most charming grin.
“Doll,” he greets her with arms out and palms amiably upturned. His eye is drawn to the hand in which she holds several more of the knives he, admittedly, hadn’t really noticed were missing until now.
“Trying to steal my act?” he teases with a wink.
@abadlittlelove liked for a starter.
Scorpion’s knives tend to… wander. The Painted Doll has collected four of them, in the past weeks, plucked from tent posts and targets and once even the wooden spoke of a wheel on the Twin’s trailer. She’s held onto them for a while; the little pile on her dressing table has grown ever larger. By now, though, she suspects the Scorpion might be missing them.
So she’s emerged from the depths of her tent, a knife between each finger of her left hand, one poised to throw in her right. Finding the boy is never difficult; when he’s not trapped in time-out, she simply needs to follow the trail of mischief until she catches up.
Only the rustle of tulle heralds Doll’s approach. He’s distracted, engrossed in some antic or other of the carnival’s; she can only hope he hasn’t heard her. The width of the thoroughfare still between them, she pauses behind him, lifts the knife in her grasp, and throws.
She’s aiming for the pillar just past his shoulder, of course, but not everyone is as stellar a marksman as he is. Accidents do happen.
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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                   she didn’t CHANGE me ; she rearranged             the order of my universe, so she was in the center.                      falling in love was merely a side effect 
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abadlittlelove · 7 years
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Come into my inbox and try to manipulate my character into doing something.
Make them doubt something, do something they don’t want to do, convince them to hurt someone they love. The sky is the limit.
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