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[dayliqhtcr]

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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ashbornxsebastian:

           The ramble was… irritating, but didn’t put Sebastian on the edge of snapping. It was that kind of rambling he knew, used to listen to it almost all the time. It tasted bitter and wrong because this man - no matter how funny now he seems - wasn’t the one nephilim want to hear. Blonde tilted his head almost unnoticeable, blue hues bore into vampire’s face. “ I will make sure to try it sometimes since you are recommending it. How could I not? ” he answered in mild-sweet tone, a coldish smile tugging at the corner of his lips.“ Why not to open a radio station then? You could talk ‘good shit’ all the time.”

      “exactly, exactly. how could you not? i speak wise words, my friend. it’ll do you wonders to listen to them.” cocky much, jacob? the male ahead of him could practically be screaming at jacob to disappear and he’d still stand there, talking shit non-stop, he doesn’t really care what he’s being faced with as long as he gets to talk. jacob loves to talk, and hearing his own voice is one of his favourite pass times. “you know what, that’s a fan-fuckin’-tastic idea,” he clicks his fingers and points at the blonde. “i’ll call it ‘good shit with jacob’, i’ll be the best fucking show on air. how -- how do i get on the radio?” after all, it’s a tiny device, how does one get into it?

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orionclios:

     if there’s one thing he hates about his kind- it’s the few who are able to wander out in daylight without any consequence. what he wouldn’t give to be aboard a boat, the sun shining warmly against the deck and wind in his sails. but alas those days are long since over. but the small amount of daylighters he has witnessed since have caused a green envy in his gaze. he may have snapped one time and removed on of the few from this very existence but… it didn’t grant him as much pleasure as he thought. eyeing the daylighter before him, disgust is obvious in the curl of his lip. ❝ no clan dispatched you yet, baby daylighter? ❞ @dayliqhtcr

      “hey, hey, buddy,” jacob holds up his hand and makes a shushing sound. “shut your trap, i’m not a baby,” he then says. though, the fact that a small whine is mixed in with his words beg to differ. “why the hell would anyone dispatch me? i’m a fucking delight.”

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saimattux:

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“You know, man, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you anytime soon,” he greeted, smiling fondly at the brief memory they shared. “Explain to me how y’all could have screwed up the easiest fucking plot that Guy guy could have come up with?”

      “hey, hey -- screw you,” jacob looks absolutely offended as he stares at the male. “i didn’t screw up anything. besides, i was only there for the big boom and, since that never happened, i got bored and left. the fact that those morons got caught has nothing to do with me.” after a moment’s pause to get over the insult that he’s feeling, jacob shrugs. “didn’t think i’d see you either yet here we are. what a coinkydink.”

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carinastxrs:

 “I’m sure that opinion will change,” Carina replies, putting her elbow down on the table and resting her chin in her palm. “So when is this date and what exactly will we be doing?”

      “we’ll see about that, missy,” jacob smirks. whether her opinion of that matter changes or not doesn’t really matter to him. in his mind, he’s cute as fuck, and he’s lived long enough to have developed a skin that isn’t altered by the opinions and thoughts of those around him. after all, in jacob land, jacob is the important one. “hm... how about now? food, arcade games and then drinks under the stars. a combination that is one hundred percent successful in the romance department.”

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carinastxrs:

“What?” she asked, laughing at his straight-forwardness but impressed by it nonetheless. “I’ll have you know I’m not kinda cute. I’m very cute. Cuter than you. But to your proposition, the fact that you’re that bold is impressive which makes me inclined to follow up your suggestion with a yes.”

      “woah, woah, woah,” jacob holds up his hands to halt her words. “there’s no need to be mean. i’m very cute, okay? have you seen me?” he twirls a hand then points to his own face, a shit-eating grin appearing as he does. “i have a face that’ll make the angels sing... but i suppose i can concede and say that you’re more than kinda cute,” he lifts his hand again and shows his forefinger and thumb inches apart, “but just a little.” when she says yes, jacob's grin grows wider. “i see no reason why i shouldn’t be bold, unless you’re into that whole whiny self-deprecating kind of thing.” jacob has gone through that stage several times already, but living for four hundred plus years slowly puts an end to it. at least, for him it does. “awesome. it’s a date.”

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      “look. i’m cute, you’re... kinda cute,” jacob teases the short woman with a smirk on his face. “how about we be cute together?”

STARTER FOR: @carinastxrs

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does anyone want to angst it up with this fire obsessed stupid ass daylighter? he's dumb, an idiot and has a habit of getting kicked out of stores for playing on the tech for too long... bonus points if someone wants to angst with my nugget of a sighted mundane (zefron) too 🙃

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jacob has a tinder account, he literally swipes right on every single profile that he comes across. does he actually know what the app is for? absolutely not, but that doesn’t stop him... i h8 him even more now...

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they don’t call me fucking dumbass shithead idiot for nothing

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chesskyforth:

     ❝ you’re gunna talk now and all i’m going to be thinking about is you getting a bear in a headlock and then not paying attention to what you’re saying. could you even get a shark in a headlock? would it be called that? like they have heads but they’re fucking huge and no offence mate your arms aren’t long enough. ❞  he hums, thinking if over and nearly misses the entire explanation for the other’s answer. he rolls his eyes though more in a teasing manner.  ❝ if saying- are fucking cool- was a good enough answer to shit i would’ve passed my exams with flying colours. but fine, they are fucking cool. you know who’s the coolest? yogi, all about that pic-a-nic basket game. ❞    

      “that’s a good image to have - keep having that image,” jacob points at him. in all honesty, jacob is now thinking that he too has a bear in a headlock. it’s hilarious. i doubt it? sharks don’t exactly have a head that’s distinguishable or separate from the rest of their body so it’d be hard to get your arms around it and have a firm grip, you’d just slid right off,” he muses. it’s clear that he’s now overthinking the dumb question. “my arms are long enough for what they’re intended for. besides, they’re proportionate to my size. no one wants to look like daddy fuckin’ long legs, do they?” he asks, an eyebrow arching in response. “i mean, that’s kind of your fault for sitting exams so...” he shrugs. as a human, jacob had always been too sick for school so he never sat tests nor took exams. he was almost under the impression that someone could just choose to sit them or not, though he blames that one on the way his mother described his situation to him. “yogi... is he the one that likes marmalade?”

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hallieclare:

Hallie’s eyes flickered up to Jacob’s for a moment. “If you want to eat a horse, then go eat a fucking horse. Nobody’s stopping you.”

      “don’t know if you’ve not noticed, tiny, but there ain’t no fuckin’ horses round this here parts,” jacob attempts an accent most commonly found in the cowboy genre. “not like they just walk down the streets anymore.”

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ashbornxsebastian:

          He tilted his head slightly upon hearing the first sentence. Sebastian keeps up with mundane things only because of… He didn’t even finish that train of thoughts, his fist destroying another bag. With a low, quiet growl, nephilim lifted his hand to take off that useless now thing.    ❝  Its purpose was to keep people away, but apparently not everyone got the note… Or read the signals right.  ❞  He answered in surprisingly soft voice, tossing the bag away and turning to the other man. Sebastian didn’t even hide when he was watching him, blue hues wandering slowly down and up brunet’s body, ending their little travel on the man’s face.  ❝  So happy you appreciate my… interpretation of this stereotype,  ❞  he added, lifting one brow lightly.

      “i’m not people,” jacob pipes up before realising that he’s supposed to be more coy about his status as a downworlder. honestly, before he just didn’t care, now he feels like the fly stuck in a web instead of being the spider that spun the web -- the web being the metaphor for his lies, of course. “what can i say? i love reading the signals... then completely fuckin’ ignoring them. honestly, it’s a big hobby of mine. ten out of ten recommend,” he waves a hand vaguely for no apparent reason. “i mean, you should. appreciate me and what i say, that is. i’m amazing. i say some good shit. -- maybe i should get my own talk show...”

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