#delxsive

[graveyard-ripper]

@delxsive

misty rucker looks…normal. pallid, perhaps, but otherwise as gaunt and exhausted as any other day. ( except it is not any other day. underneath the sleeves of her jacket are cigarette burns wrapped in bandages; her fingertips are chewed bloody and covered with band-aids; her sense of reality is still somewhat blunted from doubling up on anti-nausea medication this afternoon. today is the day she almost lost everything, and if she had not forcefully slept her way through half of the day, she would look much, much worse. )

the psychology building is quiet. mostly unoccupied at this hour – except for the looming sense that there should be something lurking where there is nothing. tonight, misty rucker is dressed in camouflage and without makeup to conceal the dark circles under her eyes; tonight, she is the graveyard ripper, and she knocks, per the email she received, on her professor’s door.

#delxsive #WithIvy #WhereItAllBegan #ProfessorAU

[ragearia]

@delxsive​:

        i’ll walk you home. the words echo somewhere within the doctor’s left hemisphere, bounce back towards the scholar with a slight narrowing of dark hues. forgive that inherent tendency to doubt the intentions of ANYONE within a 2-mile radius, it’s pathetically wired into her programming. of course ivy is accustomed to such offers, though perhaps not from someone so … peculiar.

         ❝ you’ll      WHY ? ❞ the words escape pale lips, rendering attempts to contain her thoughts ineffective. ivy draws back in with a slight smirk, the flashing of white canines proof of a brewing amusement. there’s a wall, a certain STONE persona built around the taller woman that stumps even ivory grimes. ❝ chivalrous of you, though i can assure you that i’m capable… ❞ despite futile attempts to stifle a chuckle from between ashen lips, ivy continues, ❝ unless you have a specific reason in mind ? ❞

        Joan is not overly surprised: Ivy Grimes is not unintelligent and she has every reason to hesitate. There is no basis of trust between them yet; Joan has not cultivated one. But human beings are by and large social animals, and roam in packs, and she knows from experience that a woman alone in a city in the dark will prefer to have a companion, even a half-stranger as Joan is, rather than be exposed to whatever the night holds.

        “You would rather walk alone?” Joan says mildly. She does up the last buttons of her coat. She holds Ivy’s gaze. “Whatever you prefer.”

#delxsive #what a thing to make a powerplay over joan you idiot #● control detachment and planning ( governor verse. )

[perfectfoil]

“I don’t need to reach.” It isn’t just impatience trickling into her clipped tone. It’s annoyance. It’s resentment at the situation, at being the weaker one of them again because yet again Ivy is  claiming the upper hand, this time by lording medical knowledge over her - and by pointing out the obvious, no matter how vehemently Vera rebukes her. “And you aren’t the kind of doctor I need.” Still, it has to be examined.

The blood has seeped into the coarse fabric of her blazer but it’s a cold, sticky mess now and it renders taking off blazer and shirt much more tedious than it ought to. Layers are peeled off. Slowly. Vera shivers at the sensation, at the smell, at the cold air on her bare skin. “She’s already in the slot. Ow -” Twisting at the waist, neck angling and turning as she strains to better her vantage, she quickly closes her mouth and regulates her breathing through her nose. “First aid kit’s in the middle drawer.” There’s a glance to Ivy’s face, a sigh of resignation. “I don’t fancy a trip to medical.”

@delxsive​  /  ctnd.

#delxsive #verse ;; wentworth 02 #Angy

[vulnerastti]

x || @delxsive​ cont. from x

        It’s one hell of a contrast of colors that paint statue-esque features. Where pigment completely drains from her eyes, it fills her cheeks with red hot emotion. Jaw clenches, tendons dancing in the hollows of cheekbones with each flex and grind of teeth. She isn’t mad, just a little slash a lot taken aback at the remarks of the woman who she’d chosen to (recently) lie her affections with. Though Ivy’s words were forged from inebriation, there was a certain harrowing truth to them. She knew, everyone knew, but there’s never been a spotlight directly shone onto her reputation as an educator. 

        “I think I may have lost an earring outside earlier, help me look for it?” She moves to stand beside the other leaning against the counter, a gentle hand laying across a forearm to carefully tug and coerce. She didn’t lose an earing. She wasn’t even wearing a pair. It was a poor excuse to get Ivy away from the crowd (and red solo cups) and to introduce her to some fresh air. 

#[x] filed under: reply #[x] verse: aperitif #delxsive #[ I HAD TO REPLY TO THIS ONE TOO IM NOT EVEN SORRY ]

[madeherchoices]

@delxsive​   |   liked

“      Don’t   COUNT   MISTAKES,      I   lost   track   of   them.      ”

#delxsive #▐ .:｡ ○ V: JIGSAW'S BAPTISM ○ .:｡ ▐ #▐ .:｡ ○ THREAD ○ .:｡ ▐ #my baybee gorl

[cunninglinguistx]

@delxsive​ || continued from here

      The grin was unmistakable as she let the bathroom door swing shut behind her. Why Ivy put up with her shit, she didn’t know. After disappearing from the table for quite some time, the ex-con had taken it upon herself to find the other and sure enough, here she was. Before she can get another word out, she’s quickly silenced by words that hit her like a freight train. “What?” she questions with a laugh that is entirely laced with confusion. Still standing in front of her door, she side steps so that her hip is now leaning against the sink. “You’re joking, right?” 

#delxsive

[alyafae-a]

❛ This stuff never gets to you? ❜   |   [ @delxsive​​ : ivory &. juliet ]

if the question hadn’t come so sudden, she might have laughed about it. the ridiculousness of it all. maybe it doesn’t get to her all at once, not right away. maybe she has built up this shield around herself, which keeps it at bay before allowing everything to crash down onto her; when she’s alone and there’s no one to see just how much all of it affect her. face remains emotionless, hard to read, but she knows her eyes always give her away; one way or another. still, she keeps her guard, turning her head to look at the other woman.    “people are lying if they say they don’t let anything get to them. some handle it better than others and it still gets to them.”    what about you, she can already hear the voice, almost judging because juliet is sure they know the answer already.    “it haunts me. but i pay for it every day.”    everyday that i’m stuck, that i find myself trapped.    “does it change anything?”

#delxsive #𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄. juliet burke #𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. answered #hello!

[sadiesawyer]

9 people tag game  -  answer these && tag 9 people you’d like to know better / catch up with !

last song: “Iron”- Within Temptation

currently reading:  Transfer of Power- Vince Flynn

currently watching: I have baseball on while I’m doing this.  But TV shows, The Blacklist is the only one I’m watching right now.  I don’t watch many TV shows.  

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @delxsive

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @abbyissharp  @thedoctornumber11  @tomorrowneverdiies  @ayakoito @walkinggatorbait  @detectiverickitubbs  @pantslessoptimism  @scarletwitchrpblog  @the-1890s-runaway

#OOC #delxsive

[graveyard-ripper]

@delxsive

( the pop quiz that landed in front of misty on monday morning was to be expected; ivory told her to study over the weekend. of course, she instead spent her weekend reminiscing about their first date – which was chaste and sweet – and fantasizing about what they would do the next time they saw each other. naturally, when she did see her, her presence proved to be a potent distraction, and she performed miserably on the quiz. )

thoughts of classwork are far from her mind when the younger woman opens her front door, looking even more casual than she had last friday. misty smiles at the adorable sight, almost laughing. those must be her pajamas. ❝ hi. ❞

#delxsive #WithIvy #GradingPapers #ProfessorAU

[sylaar]

“  put it down before i make you.  ”

meme

Was she really this stupid? He'd thought Ivory had learned her lesson the last time they fought; broken and bloody. And Sylar had barely lifted a finger.

A bored sigh escaped him, quickly followed by an amused grin. At the very least it would be amusing, though not entertaining in the least bit. Truthfully, there wasn't a lot that enthralled him lately. Noah was still keeping an eye on him but isn't wasn't anything fun. Peter abandoned him. And Claire? That was a different story.

After a moment, he turned to look at her again, a grin still on his face. "I'd like to see you try."

#v; evolutionary imperative ( post bnw 2 ) #delxsive

[ragearia]

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ // THIS IS SUCH AN IVY SAYING I COULDN'T RESIST

Joan's eyebrow lifts. She turns toward Ivy Grimes and regards her, differently than before: rather than veiling the look behind a polite smile, a courteous remark, assessing Grimes from a distance, she looks at her with naked scrutiny. Her eyes sweep down, then up, lingering on Ivy's face.

It sounds like the sort of thing a young woman would say when craving attention. Ivy Grimes would not be the first woman to be drawn to Joan that way; attention from a superior is a natural balm to insecurity, a caress on a bruise. Her answer is a smile, little more than an upward quirk of her lips.

"Be sure to keep me informed of your study's progress," she says, "Doctor Grimes," and turns back to her computer screen.

#delxsive #● meme response tag. #ok thanks joan #● control detachment and planning ( governor verse. )

[perfectfoil]

The words of introduction and of apology don’t make up for a lack of explanation her intruder is demanding she provide, and they solicit  a scoff, some bitter and wholly unimpressed gust of air, instead of the returned greeting she might have expected - one perhaps amiably served with a couple of pills along with some information to clarify the entire matter. Vera stands, rigid in form and mind and with the calculated endurance of someone wrought from resilience and obstinacy.

“Stay where you are.” Firm and intractable, her voice rings in the same tone employed with recalcitrant inmates desirous to test the boundaries. Around the can of pepper spray, her fingers’ grip notches tighter. The name she provided is instantly stored in her memory and will be subjected to a long, thorough search later. For now, she will neither acknowledge nor comment on it. Her mind is swirling with the possibilities lurking beneath the self-proclaimed doctor’s presence, from the late hour to the gash on her head, and her eyes rove curiously over her as though a clue might be gleaned from her appearance. “I don’t know how or why you crashed into my house. All I want is for you to leave.”

@delxsive  /  ctnd.​

#delxsive #verse ;; wentworth 02

[vulnerastti]

@delxsive​ || cont. from x

        She knew the risks. She knew the bolded boundary lines set in place. She knew the protocol. Did she care? No. Yes. She half cared. She’d done the math, but it was difficult to follow along with the formulas her brain had been outputting when there were no less than nine hundred flashing lights that were accompanied by the noise of tornado-watch sirens going off on the switchboard inside her head. 

        Alana Bloom was the voice of reason in the midst of chaos. Alana Bloom was the textbook definition of a mediator during any and all arguments. Alana Bloom was the dose of tranquility in courtrooms and prison cells. Until energy shifts. Until she feels threatened. Until she’s backed into a corner. Until all things rational get ejected from her thoughts by manually smashing that red emergency-use-only button. Until she shows throat. 

        She’d expect it. The act of violence, the set of bare knuckles connecting with her face. She’d seen it coming, it’d been one of the outcomes spit out from her internal computer’s hard drive. However, it doesn’t prevent the wave of heat and salt that wells up behind blues depleted completely of color, a thunderstorm rolling in over the Sahara. 

        “It’s alright.” The strike itself packed a punch big enough to detach vital wires from her motherboard and fry the (already fraying) ends completely. Her spine was locked, as were the muscles that surrounded it. Torso was twisted in an awkward half-bent forward position while one arm remained outstretched to the side of folded legs, palm pressing flat against the cold floor she sat, her other arm lifting to sweep trembling fingers below her left eye to catch any runaway tears. “It’s not your fault,” she promises. “It was my case of poor judgement and neglect.”  And it’s nothing concealer couldn’t fix. 

        She won’t ask. She won’t pry. She won’t coerce you to say or explain anything you don’t want to. Instead, she’ll shift her focus to something more relative. “How’s your hand?” Ignore the strain in her voice, she’s still attempting to rewire. 

#[x] filed under: reply #[x] verse: aperitif #delxsive #[ i hope it's okay that i continued this !! ]

[storyofwhoiam]

@delxsive liked for a Wentworth muse

Bea sat silently in the armchair across from the other woman. “So,” she shuffled in the seat, eyes darting around the room but never settling on any one point for more than a few seconds. “new psychologist.” It didn’t take a psychologist to know that she was far from comfortable in having been mandated to be in the room.

#m: bea #delxsive

[cunninglinguistx]

@delxsive​ continued from here

      There was a delayed reaction that took place, partially from the consumption of alcohol but also from the fact that this was even happening. The situation didn’t register until she hit the wall and in an attempt to diffuse it, she held her hands out by her side to signal that she wasn’t a threat, just an idiot that couldn’t keep her mouth shut. By no means was it the first time she had a gun on her though it was certainly the first time that one had been pressed up against her throat. That sort of fear could set someone straight real quick and that’s exactly what it had done. Franky was alert but even what happened next caught her off guard.

      Splashes of red stained her neck and shirt and truthfully she wasn’t sure if it belonged to her or the man. Was the adrenaline masking any sort of pain? It wasn’t until he hit the ground in a bloodied heap that she realized she wasn’t coming from her, patting over herself to reinforce there was no injury to her person. But what the fuck had happened? Chest heaved when she finally forced herself to look downwards in horror. Crimson stained part of his face, his neck, the concrete below where it was beginning to pool. Almost instantly she was taken back to the day of the riot. Meg Jackson’s blood stained her shirt, her hands as she watched the light in her eyes slowly drain and disappear. Governor Jackson was dead because of her. It was something she had never worked through and that still plagued her. Normally confident and hard to phase, Franky was a woman terrified.

      Ivy’s voice was drowned out, nothing more than a mumble at this point. The fixation on the body was hard to break. There’s just so much fucking blood. Seconds felt like hours and she was finally able to snap out of it and look away. “Fuck! I don’t know–I didn’t–!” Eyes were wide like saucers and it took one look at Ivy’s bloodied face to realize what had happened. “Oh fuck. Fuck!” It seemed like she was incapable of saying anything else at that moment. Panic was taking a hold of her, pulse skyrocketing and breathing picking up. She stood there frozen, unable to bring herself to move. If it wasn’t clear by now, Franky was utterly fucking lose and incapable of thinking for herself.

#delxsive #v; tbd #death tw #( thanks for letting my break her. i really cant wait )