#51163

[trustschaos]

✭ lauren & jay ✩  requested starter.  ✭

it's with a grin that she slides into the jeep, tossing her bag into the backseat with complete nonchalance before glancing at @51163.

"so what's the plan for tonight? or are we just making it up as we go?"

#51163 #✩ ⁝ not a single working pen ✭ writing ⁝ ✩ #✩ ⁝ in character ✭ thread: 51163 004 ⁝ ✩ #look i remembered to write you a thing i'm a miracle

[cordrot]

i am in love with your writing almost as much as i am in love with u

wtf jenn why did you just randomly decide to make me cry on a wednesday evening? for what reason? literally fuck off i love you so much

#51163 #when's the wedding lmk please i need to make sure u can cross it off in ur crazy ass work schedule x #save.

[batfall-moved]

                                               *   )     ‘   do   you   really   think   help   is   coming  ?  ’    eyes   widen   as   mouth   slacks  ,   ‘   that   ship   sailed   when   GCPD   decided   to   side   with   FALCONE     . . .   no  one  trust   you   boys   now  ’   𝙰   𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴   𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚜   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍  ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚊𝚜    𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙿𝚂   𝚊  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.   ‘   you   gonna   catch   them   all  with   gordon  ?  ’    WICKED   sort   of   grin  sits   ,   ah   yes  this   mask   SUITS   HIM   JUST   FINE.   ‘  look   ,   the  effort   is   appreciated   but          ’   tone   taken   down   an   octave  as  he   leans   just   slightly   in.   ‘  you   boys   are  gonna  have  to  work   a    little    harder  ’

                                                  *   /  @51163​

#51163 #. V / MATCHES MALONE #. V / COURT OF OWLS #.003 #. / INTERACTION #. / QUEUE #hmmm what if #jay went under cover??? #just thoughts #<3

[queensupe]

“      why   the   LONG   FACE,   @51163​​?      ”      

she   sits   back   off   the   scene.      cop   cars   clog   up   the   alleyway   now,   stacked   corner   to   corner   in   a   sea   of   blue-red   lights   swirling   with   a   characteristic   chirping   siren   interrupting   the   din   here      &      there.      a   camera   crew   sets   up   on   the   opposing   sidewalk   with   a   makeup   chair   set   beside   it.      she   watches   a   gaffer   grapple   with   a   boom   mic   while   the   officers   mill   to   finish   their   stock   of   the   carnage.         

maeve’s   shoulders   lean   the   brick,   arms   lazed   across   her   chest.      she’s   in   full   regalia,   hair   already   curled,   lipstick   re-applied   for   her   interview.      a   framing   hand   shapes   homelander,   who’s   out   with   his   cape   a   CRIMSON   SWOOSH   interspersed   with   the   uniforms   grinning      &      clapping   shoulders.         “      we   caught   the   bad   guy,   didn’t   we?      a   real   happy   ending   for   everyone.      ”         //      STARTER   CALL.   

#*brave maeve's in-queue-sive kingdom #51163 #( & verse: the seven [ main ] )

[reignthem]

“  when exactly did we collectively land on using the term frenemy?  ”  sam frames the question to @51163​ with the hook of her fingertips marking the quotations in the air to match the downturn of her frown.  “  ------  i feel like we could have gone with fremesis, or like ...  rivpal or something that captures the competitive nature of the word.  ” // sc.

#51163 #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 ( 𝐬 𝟑 )

[reivontulet-arch]

meme reply (  accepting  ) //   “  do i smell bacon?  ”  for @51163​ 

rory’s head whips to the side when jay’s groggy baritone comes from the bed nestled at the furthest end of her living slash bed room. she glimpses one striking blue eye peering over the corner of the pillow and grins,     ❝  amazing work, detective.   ❞   she teases as she turns her attention to the breakfast spread she’s been working on. game nights at molly’s tended to drag on ,  nothing a little wayward fun couldn’t fix though.   ❝ i’ve got bacon and pancakes, and coffee’s brewing.  i turned off your alarm. you said you didn’t have work today.  ❞   rory explains as she finally plates the bacon and moves around the counter, unabashed at the obscene coverage of jay’s shirt as short legs patter across carpeted floors towards the bed. rory tucks one leg under her as she picks up one of the freshly crisped bacons, takes a generous and noisy bite out of it before offering the rest for jay, the plate set on the bed between them,   ❝ come on, get your protein. ❞

#51163 #‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ interactions — if one desires change they must invite the chaos. #‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ verse — we all have a hunger. ( standard main ) #she eats in the bed cause she's the WORST

[archived-swallowedblood]

send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that bianca has taken of your muse.   ›   ft.  jay halstead (  @51163​  ).

#i literally had so many pictures that i just.. couldn't choose from??? #but also yea :/// she obv has a lot of pics of him #i cant fgkjfg #51163 #✩ : // 〔 𝙾𝙾𝙲. 〕 edits.