#⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse.

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location: marina state park. status: closed for jenny @doomcd

     it never gets any easier to meet an ex-lover and leave with a box full of things. under his bed back at his mum’s, there’s a treasure trove of old shoe boxes stuffed with fragments of people he’s loved ; strips of polaroids from nightclub photo booths, half-finished chapsticks left in his coat pockets, labels peeled from bottles of wine shared on a tube to notting hill carnival, the glittery remnants of a shoddily fashioned mix tape. he used to leave things behind — favourite kitchen knife, a roll of film, his dignity — so that he’d have an excuse to go back and collect them. they’ve tried this before, only he’d gone round to jenny's place, with the intention to be in and out with the last of his stuff in no more than five minutes. instead, he’d ended up in and out of jenny. sex always feels so much fucking better when it might be the last time. he’s chosen a park this time around, because it feels like they’re unlikely to fuck in broad daylight with like, kids and ducks and old people present and shit. but then again, it’s him and jenny, and given their track record he probably shouldn’t rule it out. she finds him on the bridge, skimming stones across the pond with one hand, lost mary vape in the other, his body betraying him with a smile when he looks at her. he slips back into old habits despite himself. eyes snap back to the water to watch his stone skim, only to realise that in his distracted state it's the vape that's left his hand and not the stone. “ oh, for fuck sake. ” jude watches as the little bottle of oil kisses the surface of the water once, twice, then sinks below the current, before turning his attention back to jenny. “ hi trouble. ” at once he’s both too casual for the intensity of what they’d shared and too familiar for what they’ve become. it feels like he exists in a fugue state where he no longer remembers how he’s meant to behave, the simultaneous desire to draw her closer and lengthen the distance between them resulting in him standing upright and wooden like a shitty 90s video game NPC, unsure of what to do with his arms. “ you got my warhammer figurines in there ? ” despite the lack of humour in his delivery, it’s obviously intended as a joke. possibly the only person, living, dead, or fictional that jude would ever stomach himself to have a figurine of is marcus rashford. or at a push taylor swift. 

#literally can't even write like the words jst aren't flowing at all so. this is so basic. forgive me n accept it. #this is your 'one sentence starter'. :///// one day i'll do it x #⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads. #jude & jenny. #jude & jenny 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse.

[imreszekeres]

proud to announce I will be sharing my now free-floating OC verse with @pizzasteveofficial my one and only <3 this is a significant step away from the murderverse that I feel I must take. I'm going to be making modifications as I see fit, so do be prepared for canon alterations and possible redesigns. I have temporarily removed my OCs' bios from my Carrd, along with edits to my F/O list among recent events.

#🦝.txt #my ocs

[keikilahelas]

how many verses do you have? it's kinda cute lol

SKHSSJSHSJSK thank you 😭 and there is alot..... academyverse, murderverse, collegeverse, smalltownverse, idolverse and criminalverse officially 🖤

#asks #anon #verse hooligans are too talented for their own good #they really do have the biggest brains love that <3

[leondaltons]

Please, the way my brain read "small town verse" and it created the idea for 3 oc's already when I'm still trying to figure out some things of my last murderverse oc 😭😭😭

#this is the worst #flor stuff #to delete

[comingupforblair]

Endgame spoilers ahead

Something I’ve noticed and which infuriates me is a double standard in how the MCU and DCEU are treated on the subject of heroes killing

It’s been a frequent criticism of the DCEU that the heroes are sometimes shown killing which has led to the exceptionally unclever “murderverse” nickname. It started with Clark killing Zod in Man Of Steel which has been exaggerated to utterly absurd and blatantly inaccurate levels as framing Clark as a cold-hearted monster who killed Zod for nothing more than a laugh.

The MCU meanwhile has had heroes kill on a regular basis and has received next to no criticism for it and Endgame has a perfect example of the way the MCU gets a pass for what the DCEU is endlessly attacked for.

The first half hour of the film has a group of heroes that include Thor track down Thanos, who is in a severely weakened state, and Thor kills him in a fit of rage by cutting his head off upon finding out that the snap can’t be reversed.

The moment is everything people criticize and have framed Superman’s killing of Zod for being. It has a hero praised for being amiable, kind-hearted and lovable killing a villain who wasn’t a serious threat anymore in a brutal manner and doing it for no other reason than personal revenge. Not to save anyone or prevent deaths, as Clark did, but for no other reasons than blind rage and hatred. Even later scenes, which show Thor having gained no pleasure and even having become worse after doing it, don’t imply that it’s due to any remorse about it.

This isn’t trying to frame Thor as evil or anything. His actions were completely understandable. But the double standard is so glaring that it can’t be ignored.

This also extends to the rest of the MCU. Cap is often framed as a true paragon with many citing him as a better example of Superman’s character than the DCEU portrayal (he isn’t but that’s another post) and he is often shown killing people in the heat of battle and is never seen as being all that conflicted about it. Iron Man has killed villains ranging from the central threat to random mooks as have Ant-Man, Doctor Strange, Thor, the Guardians, even Spider-man and no one bats an eye.

There’s no conflict, no remorse, no real effort to find another way other than to kill as people insist Superman should have done. They just do it because it’s what needs to be done.

Even other DC heroes get this. Wonder Woman and Arthur both kill and they aren’t criticized for it as Superman was, to say nothing of other versions of Clark who are praised as better adaptations as well as CW heroes but no one would ever call the CW verse the “murderverse”.

I have to imagine this is at least partially due to Zack Snyder’s involvement in the decision as it’s popular to criticize him as being a guy obsessed with making every hero he comes into contact with a monstrous killer for no reason other than “edginess” and from whom every creative decision is a confirmation of his lack of understanding of or outright disdain for not only these heroes but of the very concept of heroism, even when he has characters act in a way that’s virtually identical to what other more acclaimed creators have done.

It mostly just seems to be that people saying all this don’t mind heroes killing, they just don’t want any weight attached to it.

#dceu #mcu #endgame spoilers #man of steel #superman #zack snyder

[marie-dufresne]

Me: Oh Marie is so sweet and nice and chipper she can’t hurt anyone.

@the-bark-is-worse: I want a verse where Marie and Petra kill someone.

.....welp. Ok then. murderverse is a thing now.

#or #manslaughterverse #brought down by some cupcakes #happy birthday Kenny you're dead

[valflame]

AYYY it’s Pigeon back at it again with the ooc nonsense. Somehow I managed to get 300+ followers on a blog for a character from a very old famicom game that’s never officially been localised which is just Wild™ to me, but I’ve gotta say it’s been a thrill already. This isn’t my first Fire Emblem character ( yoink, he’s second :T ) but it’s the first time I’ve ever bothered actually engaging with the community a little and I’ve gotta say, I’m super glad I did!! I still haven’t been here that long and I’m still all hearteyes at all of you guys. I’ve been Pokémon-Community-Ride-Or-Die for years but you guys make me so so happy about branching out a little bit; I’ve gotten to meet a lot of really lovely super talented people with incredible ideas and I’m just so glad to have been exposed to so many friendly creative folks.

                                                          Anywho I’m a weenie :T

Onward to the shoutouts!! Even though I love you all, but shoutouts!!

THE GENERAL FAM: @pxgtails​ @binarycolours​ @rebursting​

Ah yes, pops meema and fish. ‘But they’re not even in the Fire Emblem community’, I hear you say. WELL TOO DIDDLYDARN BAD, I reply, THEY’RE STILL THE FAM RIDE OR DIE. The last couple years+ have been a delight with you three, and you get permanent spots in my heart and on any and all infrequent bias lists I’ll ever make because firstly I Love You and secondly I just feel like I’ve benefitted immensely from knowing you. You guys taught me a lot, you’ve been inspirations, I’ve bounced so many ideas and had so many good times off/with you and I’m always jelly-kneed overjoyed over the moon whenever I think about how lucky I am to be able to call you guys my friends. The Best, all of you ought to follow them regardless of fandom. >:,T

HONESTLY THOUGH I REALLY DOUBT I COULD PUT INTO WORDS JUST HOW IMPORTANT YOU THREE ARE TO ME, I honestly consider you three of my best friends, not just in rp but in my life in general. You three are some of the most creative and fun loving and genuinely delightful people I’ve ever met, and after years of knowing you I still can’t get over how beautifully unbelievably thought out pops’ worldbuilding always is, or how incredibly humour filled and never forced meema’s writing is, or just how entertaining and full of life fish’s characters are and I’m Love Forever

JUGDRAL CREW: @nagablooded​ @steelsilk​ @lordofthewindsong​ @sinisteriisms​  @lightbranded​ @thundergoddessoffreege​ @princeoflenster​ @holysight​

AYYYYYY LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I MADE A BLOG FOR A GENEALOGY OF THE HOLY WAR CHARACTER I WASN’T EXPECTING ANY OTHER CHARACTERS ( save for maybe a Seliph or something ) FROM THE SAME GAME MUCH LESS AN ENTIRE SUBSET COMMUNITY, BUT LO AND BEHOLD!! THERE YOU GUYS ARE!! You guys are great, the discord server’s wild and I love you all. There’s a special kind of crew-ship that comes from being a bunch of folks playing characters from a lesser recognised part of a bigger franchise amiright. Anywho it’s always a delight talking to you guys, you do you >BV

M’KNIGHT MIMI/NOÉMI: @holysight​

does mimi getting her own spot even surprise anyone at this point considering she practically runs my hecking blog and about 50% of all my threads on here and a good 90% of all my memes are with/tagged by her smh

MIMI, THE SIGURD TO MY ARVIS, THE PROTAG TO MY ANTAG, THE CONSTANT VOICE NAGGING IN THE BACKGROUND ALWAYS THREATENING TO BEAT ME UP WHENEVER I SHOW UP IN A GROUP CHAT WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY VOWING TO DEFEND ME FROM THE WORLD SOMEHOW. Oh boy where do I even start. You’re hands down the best buddy I’ve made within this community and I always get this awfully huge grin on my face whenever a message notification pops up in my IMs from you, WHICH IS SOMETHING. I definitely didn’t expect to have gotten to like someone so much in such a brief amount of time in a relatively new community and yet HERE WE ARE, your writing’s beautiful, your characterisation is beautiful, your whole dang blog’s beautiful, your bully face is beautiful, you’re beautiful. Mimi For President Of Pigeon’s Blog 2k17

SURPRISE!!: @desbearer​

YOU’RE HERE FOR A VERY SPECIFIC SPECIAL REASON

We’ve never interacted on this blog, we don’t speak super often ooc and we don’t talk on the daily. Why, then, are you on this list? BECAUSE, FUN FACT, WHEN YOU MADE THE TBFLYE GROUP VERSE AND POPS SEIZED ME BY THE ANKLES AND HAD ME ( gladly tbh, it’s always such a thrill ) JUMP IN WITH YURI I SAT THERE THINKING ‘HEY, I OUGHT TO BRING A SECOND CHARACTER INTO THIS FOR A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE BUT IDK, I’D PROBABLY NEED TO MAKE A NEW ONE. WHO’D BE A GOOD CHARACTER TO PLAY THAT’D FIT INTO A MURDERVERSE WELL??’ and BOOM, I wound up making Arvis on a mostly spur of the moment decision thinking it’d be fun to play a villain for once in a murder game setting. The first blogs I interacted with on this blog weren’t even fire emblem blogs, they were from your hecking murderverse, so if it weren’t for you this blog wouldn’t exist at all!! And for that I am immensely grateful

That and also, you know, you’re a phenomenal writer so more people ought to follow you >:T

A COUPLE OF COOL CATS: @murdermage​ @naglfcr

You two!! We haven’t talked all that much out of character beyond tags yet, but you two are super fun to get to rp with!! RP is a wonderful hobby where people get to express themselves by masquerading as characters they like online and working through scenario exercises throwing them at other characters, but every once in a while you find a single poppy in a field of rye that really just seem to take a character and run with them and make them their own while also totally getting a real handle on the character’s personality so that they seem like they’ve got their minds down pat, and I’m lucky enough to have found a pair of poppies. Henry is such an eccentric character that it always seems like it’s easy to just fly off the handle with him, but you play him in a way that does away with none of his eccentricity without tossing out the fact that his time with the Shepherds is starting to help him grow as a person, and I love that!! And every time you respond with Lyon it’s like I’m talking with Lyon; you’ve got what I think is a perfect take on his character, his psyche and all his hesitation and imperfections, and I adore that. You two keep being gr12 BV

YOWSA ON THAT WORLDBUILDING/CHARACTER FOCUS THOUGH: @i-nsubordination @ofimitations

                                                                      OH BOY

Let it be said now that I l o v e worldbuilding. It’s the best thing ever. I live for it. When a person devotes enough of their time to do real research and/or familiarises themselves intimately enough with a work in media to basically be able to recount it and call specific quotes up from it like it’s a piece of referential academia I weep with joy. When they go further than that to go further than canon and build and develop intimate, detailed facts about not only their character but about the environment surrounding their character I basically backflip over the moon. You two?? You’ve got to be a pair of the most devoted to worldbuilding and character study-ing blogs I’ve ever seen, and I live for it. We don’t even have to interact for me to get excited!! I get more alert whenever I see you guys on the dash, because whether it’s a thread or a headcanon post or just general conjecture pointing something out from canon I know I’m in for a stellar time with you two. You’re both a couple of my all time favourite blogs, not just in Fire Emblem but on tumblr in general. You do some truly beautiful work.

GENERAL LOVE:

There are way too many lovely blogs for me to be able to specifically talk about all of them, so I’ll list a bunch of my favourites off the top of my head!! Even then, I’m probably missing a bajillion because I’ve just come across that many wonderful blogs and people here, which is saying something!! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for showing any interest in me and for just doing the things that you do. You brighten up every dash you show up on. Onto the list!!

@incoronat @godpick @hikaup @sonxfdoom @quiveringshaft @wyvernbourne @windmxgic @exaltstolen @eirikc @exaltcurse @reginlcif @tacentpennae @youmaggots @invisibleimpossibilities @ikyc @praeceptumx @drakoonica @fellheaven @gentlexbloom @grandschemed @heiwanoryu @honorbourne @kazealous @laceur @zofiavanguard @nesufuratu @noblejourney @pacianse @nobiliis @pitifullypious @thcrcn @timidtaguels @sablya @ncblelineage @naschkattze @southfaire @northfaire @healor @heiwanoryu

#⊰ ♖ ⊱ FROM ASHES TO ASHES / OUT OF CHARACTER #;bias list #;follower forever #;follower count for ts #(( s-smh look at me being all sentimental and weenie-ish )) #(( me: looks for a Serious Image to make a graphic edit out of for the header )) #(( me: comes across this panel from the manga again )) #(( me: Yes This Will Do )) #(( ANYWHO WITH THAT I'M OFF TIME FOR BED BUT I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH MWAH ))

[asocialjusticeleague]

I'm gonna be controversial and say the CW DC verse.

the character i least understand: Hawkgirl. Like I know there’s plenty of backstory so there’s tons we don’t know about Shayera in the CW, but what magic spell overtook her that she fell in love with this Carter? Smallville Hawkman was at least kind of a soft dude with soulful eyes. Like, you had enough good judgment to shack up with a genuine good guy Ray Palmer but love of your life is a douchebag you can’t stop fighting with? Skeptical. What’s happening here?

interactions i enjoyed the most: THAT GAY SHIT on Arrow back in the day! The Lance sisters have chemistry with literally everyone. Also all of the really authentic moments with Kara and Alex. Remember when that was the most important relationship on the show? Give it back.

the character who scares me the most: Fake Wells/Eobard Thawne was a REALLY great villain and you can tell The Flash has been trying to recapture the magic ever since. I don’t believe in their power to scare me more than that, but I hope they surprise me.

the character who is mostly like me: Supergirl has some great relatable characters, Kara and Alex for certain. I relate to Kara’s idealism and Alex’s sense of protectiveness and responsibility, I feel like if I’m being really honest though I’m probably Ray. Try hard, idealist, second smartest, second most worthy.

hottest looks character: Nyssa Al Ghul is the hottest person that anyone in the CWverse has ever seen.

one thing i dislike about my fave character: I knew this shit was going to make me choose between Cat and Cisco but I’m still not prepared. I guess Cisco squeaks ahead in terms of pure joy contributed to my life. And you know what? I cannot. I wouldn’t change anything about CIsco Ramon. Not a thing.

one thing i like about my hated character: I think Oliver really always authentically wants to do what’s right. I don’t think he does it for outside approval or praise, I really think he wants to be a better person.

a quote or scene that haunts me: CW totally ruining their one shot at a musical episode by wedging tacit approval for their newest useless white male character into it and totally ruining all the WestAllen content by association.

a death that left me indifferent: I mean, who isn’t dead? Which verse is the murderverse again? I think Snart’s exit from LoT was poorly composed and didn’t feel like the meaningful moment he deserved- he is one of the best characters they have.

a character i wish died but didn’t: lmao OLIVER FUCKIN QUEEN. Stay dead PLEASE. How cool would it be if Arrow wasn’t about him? How sweet would it be if the whole series was a trick to get someone else named “Arrow” a series? 

my ship that never sailed: Laurel/Nyssa

#cw arrow #laurel lance #leonard snart #cw flash #cisco ramon #cw supergirl #nyssa al ghul

[catastrophex]

Oh. My. God. When I started my blog back in July never expected to get more than maybe a hundred followers, which is all I ever got to on my previous Tumblr blogs. And now I’m at 400.

400. 

F O U R   H U N D R E D

I won’t be doing an icon giveaway again like I did at 200 mostly because I’m always willing to make icons for my friends, but I still wanted to make a shout out to some of the best friends I’ve made here, as well as a few people I’d love to get to know better.

@artistofparis, @lucyarisato, @troubleinleather, @beautiful-ladybug, @cheshire-catnoir, @cursedchat, and def more but Kendall has a bad memory and can’t think of anymore and doesn’t feel like looking through who they follow to pick out their favorites.

@spottedcharms: CASSIE. I’ll be honest: I would not be where I am if it weren’t for Cassie. She got me to join Fabricated World and therefore other verses beyond that and I’ve met so many great people through these verses (including the 3 others talked about below) and it’s just great. And that’s not even talking about how fan-freaking-tastic she is beyond that. If I had mains, I’d say she’d be my main Marinette. She’s amazing and her plotting idea are always great, whether it’s soul crushing angst, or silly fluffl that cracks me up. It’s always nice to talk to Cassie and I love everyone of my many threads with her. 

@sollicitusx: WHISPER.  THE ANGST QUEEN. Which is a funny thing to say given the next person I’ll be talking about, but it is a title she deserves. Whisper excels and angst and what she likes to call “angst-comfort” and threads with her are always great. She’s such  a good writer and knows just how to hurt both yours and her muses.

I love talking to her. She’s nice, but also no-nonsense and doesn’t take anyone’s crap. It’s also incredibly fun to watch her when she starts fangirling over something. I met her really quickly after joining fabricated world, and aside from Cassie, I’ve been friends with her the longest here. 

She also runs a murderverse with me. :P 

@badluckpersonified​: WHELP. Anyone who’s actually been paying attention to what replies I’ve gotten done as of late... they would see an overwhelming amount for Kim. Because there’s endless muse for all of our threads. And they are all angst. Very. Very. Very. VERY PAINFUL angst. 

Aside from angsting all the time with me, Kim is just in general great. We really only started talking in November but Kim quickly became one of the best friends I’ve ever made in RPing. She’s just awesome and super easy to talk to, and I love screaming about our kittens together, and screaming about other things. I talk to her pretty much every single day and I wouldn’t have it any other way~

We do a lot of talking crossed out because we like to pretend we aren’t talking about angst 

@ladibugs​:  AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, MARIE. Like with Kim, I really only started talking to Marie more recently (than Cassie and Whisper at least) in late October.

She’s super nice and really easy to talk to and I love plotting with her. We don’t angst as much as I do as with the other people I was saying specific things about, but what angst we do have hurts. And I just love planning things out with her because she always has the best ideas and she’s just such a fantastic writer and its amazing.

I could talk forever about these 4 people but I’m screaming too much for that right now

#follow forever #I'M D Y I N G OVER THIS #400 followers #I can't E V E N #I'M DYING

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location: the pearl. closed: @reversecreek

“jesus. what the fuck is she doing here?” resentment lodges like a hard boiled sweet in the place where her affection for willa used to sit. she feels like a stuffed toy from the-build-a-bear workshop that somebody forgot to put the heart in, and now there’s just an ache in her stuffing. when was the last time she saw her? was it the press night she’d thrown a drink on her, when willa had turned up on the arm of the lead in the fucking film, stare cold as she had looked right through her, or the moment where the two of them had wound up in the same aisle speculating over which of them was the hottest girl in the grocery store, which avocados looked the most ripe? all of it seems to blur into one love-island-best-bits style shitty montage that they play at the end of your journey, forcing you to watch yourself back like a stranger whose face you know only from photographs, analyse the micro-transactions of power, the shift of alliances, the pluck of desire that felt so fertile but now only feels wilted. she should ignore her. she should move on with her night, the crux of which is honouring freya’s memory by getting so fucked up she forgets she possesses a body. but even in her sober states, mimi often finds herself unable to avoid the tidal pull of drama. add a few cosmos, and she’ll gnaw the hand that feeds her down to it’s spindly bone, crack the knuckles like a wishbone, swallow them down until she chokes, if she has to, just to be certain she’d had the last word. “mimi, she's not worth it, don’t━” before her friend layla can even finish her warning, mimi’s on her feet, cosmo in hand as she stalks over to willa. “you’ve got nerve, showing your face here.” when surely she knows that kai’s a planet who revolves around the periphery of mimi’s orbit, so by default that makes the pearl more hers than willa’s. “or deneurve.” her eyes are rolling like a tragically upturned tortoise. “isn’t that like, your catchphrase or whatever?” who the fuck does she think she is? dwayne ‘the rock’ johnson? if there’s one thing that’s cringe, it’s having a fucking catchphrase, especially on a reality tv show. the screen doesn’t do willa justice ━ she’s still devastatingly beautiful and beautifully devastating. her energy would be magnetic, if the two of them weren’t two south poles, bound to slip out of the force of each other’s cosmic pull. like poles repel. it’s opposite poles that attract. for a second, mimi almost slips up, admits that she missed her. “you cut your hair…” she continues, a slightly vulnerable quality to her voice. “it looked better longer.”

#mimi & willa. #mimi & willa 001. #⥂ mimi martínez.╱ threads. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #not proofread..... sry my love<3. hope its fine.

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location : fanny's. status : closed for dominic @laughstrack

she’s reached that stage of drunkenness when her need to be liked becomes almost unbearable. in drunkenness, her sensitivity is only amplified ; one wrong word or sour-edged glance might shatter her harder than the pop of a confetti balloon. leo’s nowhere to be found, and with every minute that passes she has to fight the urge to send him a paragraph threatening to throw herself off something, or at someone, whichever comes first. she’d come to fanny’s hoping that she might find solace in frankie but he’s too busy being infatuated with jules to notice her. lovely, gorgeous, irreverent, perfect-titted traumatised jules. ( she could kill her ) . instead, she’s found comfort in the kindness of strangers, six vodka cranberries down ( she has a uti ) and trying to figure out if she’s missing him because she’s drunk or simply drunk enough to miss him. between pablo and giovanni — two gay italians just here for the holidays — she’s having the time of her life ( or at least it looks like she is, which is basically the same thing ), flung between the two of them to voulez vous, sensually dancing like they’re sophie and sky on a broken tiled dolphin mosaic courtyard in kalokairi rather than the sticky dance floor of fannies. body twirled into one set of arms, she’s sent twisting back out towards the other, a screaming mess of joy, but overshoots it, hands letting go of giovanni’s as her centre of gravity's thrown off, weight flung into a new body. for a moment, all she can do is laugh tipsily, head buried in an anonymous shoulder, one hand splayed against their chest. “sorry! sorry, we were just—” her eyes snap up, words catching in her mouth. in the dim lights, it takes her vision a second to readjust ( the glasses she’d worn when she knew him have been long since abandoned ). “wait, fuck. dominic? dominic evans? am i dreaming right now?” hands move to pinch all over the skin of her bicep.

#lo & dom. #lo & dom 001. #⥂ lo barrymore. ╱ threads. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #slowly moving all my event threads onto the dash<3 dont mind me<3

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JUDE & ISABEL — THREAD 001.

location :  trinity, during the discord mini event.

description :   jude calls off his casual thing with isabel (again) and she says that's fine, which pisses him off. they argue about his ex, jenny.

featuring :  isabel @oculiaperticlausi

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

despite it's owner claiming the opposite, trinity basically feels like a sex club, so it's hardly a surprise when he runs into isabel, or rather she runs into him, no doubt having orchestrated a plan to meet him exactly when he's coming out of the bathroom, only to shepherd him back in. "we can't keep doing this," jude says, slightly breathless, after they've finished, back against the cubicle door as he zips up his fly, a fresh smudge of lipstick on his neck. "nah, i'm bein' fuckin' serious, iz. my girlf— ex-girlfriend comes here every other night. it's only a matter of time before she clocks it." he can already see a jenny cohen tantrum on the horizon, nails and hair and heels flying everywhere. "she's fucking scary when she's angry."

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

isabel fixes her dresses. she licks the pad of her thumb and moves it to his neck to wipe off her lipstick as he explains the situation with his… whatever. girlfriend, ex. clearly, a situationship that still has some complications behind it. it was a good thing she didn't give a fuck about that sort of thing. she lifts her eyes up toward him as she shrugs her shoulders, a small smirk on her features. "we don't have to keep doing this, jude." she could easily find someone else to drag into the bathroom whenever she wants. "call this the last hooray," she tilts her head to the side. "but you know if you change your mind…" she gestures around the bathroom. "we'll always meet back here."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

honestly, jude had been hoping for a little more opposition. what he'd wanted was some kick back, and for isabel to say, are you crazy? how dare you say you won't fuck me any more! i can't live without your dick, or something to that effect. her contrasting lack of care is almost more insulting than if she'd been the one to suggest they cool it off. "wait, what?" jude starts, eyebrow furrowing into a heavy crease. "so you're fine for us to just, like, stop? you're not even gonna argue with me on it?" jude's offended. wounded, even. jenny would never let him off the hook this lightly. she'd be sinking her claws into his skin just to get another taste.

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

sabel tilts her head to the side as she leans back against the door. She doesn't think this actually going to be the last time she gets in a round with Jude. They've been having the same talk practically every time she pulls him into this bathroom. "I don't grovel." She made it clear when they started doing whatever the hell this was that she wasn't interested in strings being attached. If he cut it off, she refused to let herself run after someone who was clearly going to keep comparing her to his ex. She pushes from the door and reaches out, tilting his head to the side as she leans up to press her lips against the back of his ear. She grazes them against the shell. "And we both know this isn't actually the last time." She muses, pulling back. "Am I wrong, Jude?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

"right. sure. you don't grovel," jude parrots back, a little put out. "but you could maybe grovel like. a really small bit. like a smidge." if he's being used for his body, he'd at least like to think the person doing the used him might like him, but one look at isabel's face tells him she's not about to budge. there's a thrum of anticipation in his stomach when she crosses towards him, hands intictively falling to her hips when she presses her lips to his ear. he closes his eyes in an attempt to isolate the feeling, but it only seems to strengthen his other senses, goosebumps on the place she leaves her kiss and a shiver running down his spine. "it fuckin' could be," jude warns back. "like i could walk out this door now and just, not look back. no regrets, you know." he's silent for a moment, hands still place on her hips, before he snatches them away. "is this some kind of bit or do you actually not give a shit?"

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬

"i wouldn't even know how," isabel presses her lips together as she pulls her head back, her eyes lifting up to him. there wasn't a single man in the world that would have her begging to stay and fuck her especially one who seems to think about his ex every single time they fuck. she places her hand on her hip as she tilts her head to the side. as his hands pull away from her hips, her gaze drops for a second to look at them at his side before she looks back up to him. "if you want me to give a shit about you, jude. maybe don't talk about jenny the second you aren't inside of me anymore, eh?" she scoffs. she honestly has never had a serious feeling about a single man she's ever come across, it's the way she was built. she was never meant to be a weak woman who fell for a man and the last thing she was going to do was start caring about a guy who would never have any actual interest in her. "it's kind of hard to develop any actual attachment to you when i can practically hear your brain comparing me to the woman who i assume broke your heart? you also try to break this off every time we fuck so why should i allow myself to get disappointed if you do actually decide you don't want it? please, enlighten me on why i should actually give a shit."

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

with girls like isabel, who claim they don't catch feelings, jude usually assumes they're all talk. it's why he never asks her to stay the night, or cooks her breakfast the next day, or does any of that shit that girls start to misconstrue as a ‘situationship’. things with jenny were casual, before he started cooking her breakfast and look how that ended up — with a ring in his fucking sock drawer. eventually, they always cave. it’s like in their blood or summat, or at least that’s what jude’s told himself, but sometimes it feels like he’s keeping girls at a distance to protect his own heart, and from what isabel’s saying, it’s clear she’s unlikely to give a shit about his welfare any time soon. “jesus. okay, fuck. way to fuckin', drag me to hell directed by sam raimi. i’ll just go eat a dick then.” nothing that isabel is saying isn’t true, though. “right, so i can talk about her while i’m still inside you, yeah?” it’s a joke he should probably have kept to himself, but his mouth’s more often than not a cause for strife in his life. if it’s not the things he does say, it’s the things he doesn’t, holing up and going silent whenever shit gets too real. “fine. don’t give a shit. works better for me that way anyway.” jude shrugs, his back dropping back against the wall, still showing no signs of leaving. “i was just checking we’re on the same page, so…”

#jude & isabel. #jude & isabel 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads.

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location: bathroom of fanny's. status: closed for bri @eclvpses

it’s weird how the doors on the bathrooms in bars always seem to be looser. or maybe, when people are drunk or high, they’re more prone to forgetting the lock. either way, there’s a body on the other side when rory shuts the door behind them, a shedload of apologies forming an orderly queue at the back of their throat before they realise it’s teddy bent over the sink. “it was teddy, with the cocaine in the bathroom.” rory says, by way of announcement, silently scalding himself moments later. “sorry, i’m like, on my agatha christie whodunnit bullshit at the moment. gagging for a game of cluedo,” rory adds, an inkling of hope in their tone. take the bait, teddy. take the bait. “no one will humour me.” he’s assuming the substance lined up on the veneer is coke, but when he steps closer and dips his finger down into the plastic film for a taste, rory can’t quite put his finger on it. “is that ketamine?” rory asks, finger pressed to their lips as they try to identify the taste, a sommelier sampling fine wines. “i’m getting notes of horse tranquiliser.” they won’t berate teddy by telling him that he should have found a biodegradable way of transporting his drugs by now, although rory’s still toying with the idea of starting a beeswax wraps baggie business — maybe even go into a partnership with that colby girl from the colby honey co down at abernathy creek where they make their own shampoo out of spit or whatever. “i can’t even tell what that is. kinda fallen off the horse, so to speak, with that whole scene.” ‘that whole scene’ being the practice of popping pills every weekend and nightly ambien to sleep, though rory was never in the red as much as teddy, always more of a casual partaker. popping the lid of the toilet down, rory takes a seat on the lid, knees pulled tight to their chest as they glance up at teddy. “we have to stop meeting like this,” rory notes, gesturing between the two of them, once again meeting in a bathroom. “people are going to start assuming we’re fucking.”

#⥂ rory bergström. ╱ threads. #rory & teddy. #rory & teddy 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse.

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setting: outside the museum somewhere, idk some kinda garden / patio gig. maybe there's a bandstand or a flowery trellis or something equally romantic n gross. status: closed for piper @laughstrack

“...the corsage was my mum's idea,” rory admits, unsure if that makes the whole thing sound more or less lame than it already is. “she, uh… she really likes you.” more than once, inga had urged rory to redirect his attention from a certain curly-haired thespian to the proverbial girl next door. “sorry if it feels like, totally inappropriate or whatever. i know it's not prom.”  talking about the cluster of flowers around her wrist serves a larger purpose ━ it allows rory the opportunity to take her hand in his, turning it this way and that in the guise of looking at the petals, now that the joint that the two of them had come outside to share is long since burned out. there’d been a moment when rory had pressed the joint back into her mouth that he’d thought about kissing her, but she had a throat full of smoke. maybe she’d get angry if he tossed her joint aside and wasted all that weed to aggressively start making out with her. or maybe she’d have liked it, found it edgy and called him a stud. either way, it’s too late to tell now. as custom, rory had found himself thinking this could be it, a moment, only to fumble it through his inability to act. this time, he isn’t squandering it, the hand that isn’t threaded through her fingers trailing his thumb over the throbbing blue pulse point of her wrist. it feels like having a live animal under his thumb, something delicate and dangerous that pulses in his stomach. “i, uh… i kinda wish i had asked you to prom.” instead he'd taken catherine cooper, and she'd blown him in a closet at an after party he wasn't even meant to be invited to. his eyes refuse to meet piper's out of fear that they might accidentally reveal every secret longing he’s ever had. it sometimes feels like piper gets him in a way that other people can’t, a split psyche shared since sandpit days. “kinda wish a lot of things, honestly.” 

#feeling evil so u can decide if this happens before or after rory n teddy hook up (im assuming they're gonna hook up) #if its before its cute and he's a piece of shit i cant believe he'd hook up w teddy after having a moment w piper!! #if its after then i'm fetching my bolt cutters and chopping this little cunt's balls off!!!!!! #but also..... if its after then rory can potentially spoil the moment n tell piper n cause drama / tears...... much to consider.... #⥂ rory bergström. ╱ threads. #rory & piper. #rory & piper 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #tw drugs

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EDIE & ANDRES — THREAD 001.

location :  pink paradise, during the discord mini event.

description :  edie visists a strip club for the first time with andres.

featuring : andres @orngejce

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

edie wants a milkshake (preferably strawberry), but for some reason the last two bars she's been to have just stared at her blankly, like she's asked them to summon a divine apparition of the holy father, or consecrate the water into wine. pink paradise sounds more promising. pink's in the title, and although it's tucked away, it feels cosy as she makes her way down the neon-lit staircase, like entering a grown up ballpit. it's only when she reaches the basement level, eyes blinking to adjust like two wide fog lights, that she realises she's the only girl wearing clothes. "oh gosh... those are..." perhaps the only naked body of a woman she's ever seen in the flesh, save her own. her astonishment is clear, puckered lips pulsed open like a pink scrunchie wrapped around her face as she turns to the punter closest. "i mean... her 'taters are right out for the world and it's wife to gawk at!"

Andres Bonetti

Really, he had meant to go into Fanny’s, hoping to run into the group that had invited him out that night, and while he was busy following the bustling crowd, he ended up wandering behind them into the pink building. One seedy staircase later he was holding a Mai Tai while a topless girl babbled at him about her degree, feeling the glitter leaving her body and coating his sweater, feeling too guilty to end the dance early, “Honestly a biotech major paired with linguistics is a pretty killer plan,” Andres babbled back at her, cheeks flushed and humming hoarsely, “I definitely couldn’t do it, Elementary Education is high as I’m willing to go,” He laughed eyes drifting when he heard a familiar voice, sighing in relief and panickily reaching into his pockets, “I’ve got to go, but you were great,” He offered her the cash he pulled from his wallet, awkward smile as she took it and gave him a kiss on the cheek, letting out another sigh and quickly going to Edie’s side, “Strip club, Pink Paradise strip club Edie,” He explained to her resting his hand on her back some to guide her over to the bar, “Didn’t you follow the crowd too? I couldn’t get out and before I knew it I was getting a lap dance from the next Surgeon General.”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

still staring blankly, it's only when she feels the press of a hand against her spine that edie blinks awake, brain adjusting like she's buffering. edie imagines that the fat-bellied hamsters running on the treadmill that keep her brain alive are particularly lethargic today, perhaps a little drunk on too many mulled wines. she's never been to a strip club. barely even understands the purpose of them. "am i supposed to look like that?" she asks, slightly dumbfounded. she was raised to believe that they were all created in god's image, but could a god really have created those? perhaps a god with a scalpel and silicone. "everything's so..." her hands grab at the air, lips making a sucking motion, like she's trying to pull air through a straw. "and i don't look like that. i've got wobbly bits. when i sit down, there's bits of me that fold over."

Andres Bonetti

Brows furring, he slid his hand to her side, noting the confused and concerned expression on her face now, “Edie wobbly bits are good,” Andres shrugged his shoulder some, “I like wobbly bits,” He offered her a smile, moving to pull the stool out for her at the bar, waving the bartender over, “Look lets get you something to drink hm? These girls are working anyways, you should try comparing yourself to them, you’re just meant to have fun here, drink and watch them dance and stuff,” Another flush came to his cheeks, “Or if you want, we could leave?”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚

there's a heat that builds beneath her skin, breath quickening slightly when his hand slides over her side. she's already intensely aware of her body. perhaps that means she's just more attuned to the sensation, the way it sparks something between anxiety and adrenaline in her. it's not an unwelcome gesture, and while it's almost certainly a platonic one, it's a reminder of how long it's been ( months ) since anybody ( since linus ) has held her. cheeks flushed, she's not sure she can talk about his fondness for wobbly bits any more than to simply say "okay," taking the seat that's offered to her, still something of a startled rabbit in her demeanour. "we don't have to leave." in a way, it's inspiring, seeing how these women can transform their bodies into snakes around a pole. she didn't know the body could even bend like that. "i suppose it's not too dissimilar to what i do," she notes, head cocked to one side as she watches a woman shapeshift before her eyes. "people pay to see me walk on tightropes and juggle fire in silly little outfits." compared to andres' job, her work seems almost farcical. but it brings her joy. cheeks pinching up with a grin, she looks up at him with all the admiration of his students. "do you think they do strawberry milkshake?"

Andres Bonetti

“That’s a really good point yeah,” Andres took his place beside her, gaze remaining on her as she watched the dancers with a curious fondness, seeming to truly be appreciating the way they move and contort their bodies, the gentleness of it making him smile some, “You know I’ve been meaning to make it to the circus, when’s the next time they’re opening up the tent for a show?” A strawberry milkshake… he tried to keep himself from making a face at her request, “They could probably do… like a white Russian with strawberry syrup but… not sure if I’d trust drinking milk at a bar Edie,”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

"thursdays, fridays, saturdays, sundays. monday to wednesday we're on rest," edie chirps with a degree of pride. she'd been learning the flyers in anticipation for a moment like this to arise, but so far, other than andres, none of the few friends she's made have really shown an interest in coming to the circus. "what's in a white russian?" edie asks, trying to recall if she's ever had that one. alcohol's still a novel concept to her. until she met linus, all she'd ever drank is consecrated wine at communion. it still goes straight to her head any time she has a drink, and when they were touring, more than not linus had to carry her out of bars, or hold her head in place to keep her upright any time she let the devil's liquor kiss her lips. "why shouldn't i trust the milk? do they get it from bad cows?" she fiddles in the pocket of her star-shaped handbag and passes him a wad of bills. back home, her father had handled all the money. the price of things is still a little foreign to her. "i'll have whatever you're having. is this enough?"

Andres Bonetti

“We’ll expect to see me next Saturday,” Andres teased, not sure when the last time he went to the circus was… maybe when he was a boy, clutched to his mothers dress hem while his older brothers pushed and shoved each other in front of them as the wandered the hay covered paths, he could recall being slightly unnerved at the sight of thr clowns… but Edie, Edie didn’t unnerve him. The laugh bubbles out before he could help it, smiling at her thoughts and humming some, “I just, maybe I’m just being a snob, but let’s skip the milk based drinks yeah?” He offered head shaking when she held the wad of cash out, “you keep it, it’s on me,” he turned his attention back to the bartender, “can we just get a couple of jacks and coke? Some cherries in hers,” Andres rested his arm on the bar as the man walked off to make their drinks, looking back to Edie, “are you enjoying the island?”

𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.

“really? you’ll come?” with a tearful blink of her big brown cow eyes, edie throws herself into his arms, almost knocking andres off his stool in her haste to hug him. her hands bury themselves in the fabric of his sweater, head on his shoulder, body half in his lap before she realises her error in judgement, face flushed as she dismounts from his knee. “sorry. didn’t mean to jump you. i just… got excited is all. haven’t really made that many friends ‘round here yet. ‘cept fawley.” but then again, she’s only been around for ten days, and even edie can’t make friends that fast. “it’s nice!” she responds, eagerly. almost too eagerly. “i ain't never lived by the sea before. it’s special. sometimes if i walk down there in the morning before anybody else is awake, it feels like i’m on the edge of the world. like i could touch god, or something.” but these days, she’s not sure if she even believes in a god, at least not a long-haired one that drives a motorcycle. “it’s mighty different from back home!” but edie supposes that these days the circus is her home.

Andres Bonetti

A breathy laugh left him when Edie flung herself into his arms, his hand resting on the small of her back, “Yeah of course I’ll come, I’d love to see you perform,” Andres answered quickly, flashing her a smile when she pulled back, “It’s alright, I didn’t mind it,” He hadn’t truly realized how touch starved he was, already missing the weight of her on his knee when she settled back on her stool, his hand moving to rest on hers on the bar gently, finding himself unable to keep himself from doing so. He understood the sentiment, since he moved to Marina he always found himself staring out at the sea, he’d seen it sure plenty of times, but something about the way it looked here, to be entirely surrounded by it made his stomach flip, like a constant unease that excited him, “Marina is great yeah, I really love it too, I’m from Jersey so it’s a lot different here than up there.”

#i'll continue this at some point<3 #edie & andres. #edie & andres 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #⥂ edie mccready.╱ threads.

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MIMI & JUNIOR — THREAD 001.

location :  trinity, during the discord mini event.

description :  some back n forth between junior n mimi while they weigh up the pros n cos of fucking each other.

featuring :  junior @oculiaperticlausi

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

Junior walks over to the bar, slipping right into the spot next to Mimi. He leans down, resting on his elbows as he turns his head to look over at her. His gaze drifts across her as he presses his lips together. "You look good tonight, Mimi."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"are you trying to compliment me?" mimi asks, without removing her eyes from her phone screen, acrylic nails tapping against the display. no wonder your bitch wife left you. you're disgusting, pig. as if i'd let you anywhere near me. as if any woman would. one of her findom clients ; the kind that get off on her being mean to them, and even send her money for the privilege. she doesn't need the money any more, but in some ways, she feels like she's doing an act of service. without women like her, who would poor gerald, 58, south carolina turn to? "you're not doing a very good job of it. obviously i look good. i always look good. oh look! it's time to be real!" her thumb swipes against the notification, holding out her phone on selfie mode as she plants a kiss against junior's jaw, captures the view of the club on the other side. "we look hot," she notes, showing him the picture, before closing her phone and turning her attention to him. "why do i get the weird feeling that you're like, on one?"

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

"Yeah. What I said is what a compliment is, isn't it?" Junior is all but hoping one person stays out of his way tonight and away from his fucking brothers. Wasn't it bad enough that she did him dirty back in New York to the point where he almost went to grovel for help from the devil himself. He raises a few fingers to the bartender in hopes to get their attention. His eyes move to the camera, a small smirk curving his features. Then he turns his head to look at her. "Then what the fuck is a compliment to you?" He asks. "And what do you mean by on one?"

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"try harder," mimi says, fixing him with a smile. it's hard to tell if he's riled by her lack of gratitude, or just riled generally, but she's hardly going to bend over backwards to deepthroat his dick in thanks for something as lazy as 'you look good tonight'. it's obvious! next! "mimi, you're a vision! mimi, you look sensational tonight! mimi, if leonardo dicaprio were here, he would dump his girlfriend and abandon his twenty-five-and-under rule for you, only for you to say thanks leo, but you're pretty haggard these days, and i preferred your earlier work. it's not that difficult." lately, she's been having problems with her current 'casual fling's' inability to show affection, and it's seemingly putting a downer on every interaction with a man, a pervading sense of injustice that men can do the bare minimum and not only get away with it, but get awarded for it. "you know. on one. i don't know, there was like, this weird look in your eye when you came over. like something's about to happen. like you're looking for a fight, and if one doesn't find you, you'll start one, you know?" maybe she's been watching too much reality tv.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

Junior laughs, tilting his head down to look at the surface of the bar. "Aren't all of those just a fancier way of saying you look good?" He muses, slipping closer to her as he moves his hand to her hair, brushing some of it off her shoulder. "If you need me to be fancier than this... all yoh had to do was ask, Mimi." He smirks as he nods a thanks for the bartender when they set down the drinks. He glances back to her and for a minute he wonders if he more obvious than he thinks because he did feel antsy, in need a fight or a fuck at this point. "The night is young, a lot of things can happen, Mimi."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

"so what? i like to feel special. sue me!" when she was younger, mimi felt like she was born to be a trophy wife, titties out on the balcony of a home someone else had paid for, bloody mary in one hand and a fat joint in the other, but these days it's more fun to be ambitious. now, when she gets something, she knows that she earned it, whether it's a brand deal off the back of that fucking soul-destroying reality tv show that put her self-esteem through the ringer, or her architecture and urban planning degree that three years of only fans content and working in vegas clubs had funded. "fancy can be fun, but i don't need you to be anything other than yourself." honestly, she prefers people who are a little rough around the edges. her head swivels, eyes catching on his as junior moves closer, the hand in her hair stirring her in a way that feels dangerous. she'll get ideas if he's not careful. obviously, he's got shit going on with addison ; mimi doesn't want to be a pawn used to spurn jealousy ( she's been the other woman too many times to count ) but that doesn't mean she'll listen to her wiser judgement. "junior..." she warns as he slides her a drink, but the idea that he should be careful dies on her lips before she can even believe it. "what are we drinking? and more importantly, what are we drinking to?"

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

"I'll keep that in mind." Junior laughs. "You look fucking out of this word tonight, Mimi." He muses as he reaches for his drink. He brings it up to his lips, taking a long sip of it as his eyes take her in. He isn't the most classy man in the world so when she says she would much rather him be himself... Well, at least he didn't have to worry about disappointing her. His tongue brushes along his lower lip as his head tilts to the side at her words. "Junior..." He breathes her name the way she did, a small smirk curving his features as he twirls the strand of her dark hair around his index finger as his gaze doesn't leave hers. "Do you like it when someone plays with your hair, Martinez?" He asks in a low tone of voice as he shifts closer to her. "Because I've been told I'm very good with my hands." He turns his head to look over the bartender. "I've been drinking whiskey's and we could drink to how gorgeous you look tonight." He smirks.

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

the moment the compliment leaves his lips, her own immediately pull up into a smirk, dimpled cheeks sucked in by the sheer thrill of it. “see?” mimi purrs, something catlike in her tone that borders on manipulative, but in a teehee way, not a patrick bateman way. “that wasn't so hard, was it?” her fingertip trails over his upper lip, (perhaps only a slight graduation from a pinch of the cheek), legs uncrossing and recrossing on the bar stool, something basic instinct about it, as she turns her focus to him. the air between them has shifted. she was right — he is on one — but if mimi’s the one who gets to reap the benefits of his restless energy, you won’t catch her complaining. her head presses into the heel of his palm at the contact, a cat’s nuzzle, spine arching as his hand tangles through her hair. nose wrinkling, she shakes her head to disagree, but her penchant for honesty betrays her. “love it.” affection in any form is welcomed, her love language, her undoing, and her thumb slides over his lower lip as he shifts closer, her thigh moving to slip between both of his on the bar stool. “but i’d prefer it if you pulled it.” her eyes catch his with a flash of something challenging. now he’s got her thinking. still, the urge to play hard to get coils like a snake in her gut. “yeah? mm hmm, okay romeo. musicians are meant to be good with their hands, and i still haven’t found one who can get me off.” somebody call shania twain, because mimi’s just found something else that don’t impress her much. “what makes you think you're any different?”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

junior breathes out a laugh, his gaze focusing on her instead of anything else around him. it was the perfect distraction from the urge to throw a punch or two. "i guess it wasn't," he murmurs. her fingertip trails over his upper lip and it has him shifting closer. he has to control the urge to tangle her hair between his finger as she leans into his hand. he still keeps his fingers there though, the tips of them digging against her scalp as he parts his lips slightly. "fuck," he mutters as he twirls the strands. "because musicians are drunks who don't know what their doin', mimi." he tilts his head down as he acts as if he's going to kiss her but instead avoids her lips and touches the spot under her earlobe. "you're never going to know if i'm different unless you take me for a ride."

𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳.

oh, she’s got him alright. if it isn’t clear with the way he’s touching her, it’s clear with his breathy exhalation of fuck. it’s a sound that plucks at something inside of her, a sound that undresses her, so when his lips part she briefly slides her fingers inside his mouth, a teasing smile on her lips. “and i’m meant to believe you do know what you’re doing?” mimi asks, dragging her fingers back from his teeth. the game of it all is the most satisfying part — the push-pull of it, when she knows she wants it, and they want it, it’s just a matter of when and where. instinctively, her chin tilts when he lowers his mouth to hers, but her mouth meets only the air, his kiss instead pressed at the base of her jaw. “ugh. fuckin’ tease.” like mimi doesn’t love it. like she isn’t exactly the same. “why do i get the feeling that you’re like, super fuckin’ bad for me?” maybe because mimi's always been attracted to fickle, dangerous things, tends to choose the excitement of something rough and uninhibited over a safe, dependable love, despite her better instincts. her breath’s a little shallower, a lightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before when her fingers circle his wrist, drag his hand to her thigh, and slide it higher, let it disappear up beneath her skirt as her leg hooks itself around his. “not to be super fatboy slim, but are you suggesting right here, right now? because while yeah, fucking in public is super hot, i feel like you’ll get maximum two pumps before you’re cuffed on the spot for indecent exposure, which isn’t so hot.” holiday season has the main strip crawling with grouchy cops just waiting for some fuckup to make their day. “and unless you’re like, a two-pump prodigy, i feel like you’re gonna need longer than that to prove you’re not all talk.”

#mimi & junior. #mimi & junior 001. #⥂ verse. ╱ murderverse. #⥂ mimi martínez.╱ threads.