#misbehavc

[kryetara]

❝  𝐢’𝐦  ...   𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲,    𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.  ❞         but he’s not so certain the other man has.  it’s  unmistakable  to ira that this meeting  isn’t  by chance ;  he’s heard the rumours,  as they split through shadow in this vast and thirsty criminal underbelly.   (  some sort of unnerved little whisper that parries from mouth to mouth.  )    a  tight  swallow,  the nooks of his jaw grinding in growing discomfort.   ❝  have a nice day,  ❞     he all but  mumbles,  searching for the nearest way out,   skittish  as ever.          //           @misbehavc​  ( moriarty )  liked for a starter.

#misbehavc #c : #i realise i posted that starter call like ... a hundred years ago but #pls i hope this is ok x #yell @ me if not x #I JUST REALISED ALSO that this is absolutely in no way a one liner wow #. 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 . 𝟎𝟏 . ❛ money - maker. ❜ / present day.

[starfrckled-a]

@misbehavc​  said  :  ❝  are you flirting with me?  ❞ (    intimacy prompts  :  selectively accepting   )

𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝚃,  Sebastian moves around the bedroom covered only in sweatpants.  the sight certainly not a novelty at this point,  but rather a well practiced routine  ——  Sebastian goes out early in the morning to train,  taking his usual route and trying to avoid attracting attention as much as possible,  then takes a much needed shower when he gets back home.  they've been here before,  many times,  but there's something about this ease,  this comfort shared between them,  that makes Sebastian smile as he cranes back his neck to shoot James a look.  it's sheepish,  almost boyish in its mirth,  because the situation calls for it but also,  as if in an undertone,  because it comes effortlessly and it feels right. 

«  oh,  I wouldn't know,  James  ——  am I flirting with the man I live with  ?    »    the man he loves,  if he were the type of man to say it very often.  no worries,  though,  he is in the habit of spoiling Jim in other ways.    «  I stopped by the new bakery you said you wanted to try,  by the way.  »

#misbehavc #› sebastian moran ╱ ic #› sebastian moran ╱ answered asks #› sebastian moran ╱ he’s a ghost. you’ll never find him ( verse ii ) #& jim ( misbehavc ) #they make me all mushy and stuff #it's very rude of them

[hisarchenemy]

@misbehavc​​ , J. R. ☎ ( meme, accepting ) Contacts: // search. . . . “ M. ”  

Pablo Picasso, ‘Self-Portrait’, 1986 ♪ ♫ ♬  Shumann - Carnaval Op. 9., Reconaissance

James should know better than to text Mycroft. He better email, or better yet, give him a ring instead. so he can ignore him more easily.

#misbehavc #( — · ◤ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ◢ · — ) #( — · ◤ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ◢ · — ) #( ok but it's funnier because he DID text him. canonly. #not playing that game with u james. #he won't text back. )

[crimewroughtarc]

❝     𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋 ?     ❞     @misbehavc​​.     𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧     ——–     𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.  𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬     ;     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞.  before she replies,  a succession of violent coughs leave her,  only relieved when she dives for the kitchen window,  allowing the stifling air to seep out from the small space and into the nature blooming outside.     ❝     ...  i didn’t punch you in the boob,  rey.  i was expressing,  with my hands,  that not burnin’ the bread is ideal     ——–      its not my fault you walked into that expression !     ❞

#misbehavc #misbehavc / rey. #LISTEN..... there was no way to make this Poetic #but CONSIDER: i lov them #ix. said it’d ruin me one day. ( 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒. )

[jademight]

#im looking....👀 respectfully .. .#shut up john @misbehavc​

can’t have shit in this house

#misbehavc #me: I will Respectfully like the post #tags: that #me: NEVERMIND! #;ooc tag

[honeyglaze-archived]

♥   ⤻   lyric starter for @misbehavc​​  , ft. hera & rio.    ›  ♫  doggy style. cupcakke.

❛  warning -- i’m not the type to take home.  ❜

#misbehavc #❛ ◞ int. / hera kostopoulis. #❛ ◞ later gator / q’d. #lolol this son g

[emmafrrost]

@misbehavc​

        drink in hand, and lightly swaying to the music. she hates the friday night shift. ❝          been a while since i saw you around, R. the ladies of this fine establishment have quite missed you. can’t say the same for the men, though. ❞

#misbehavc #ν; ℓσσк αт тнє ωσяℓ∂ тняσυgн α cυятαιη σƒ нєℓℓƒιяє | XX. ƜHǀƬƐ QUƐƐƝ #//hi hi remember little old moi #//also i hope you don't mind me making us this!

[vynepyre]

misbehavc says:  ❛ when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream. ❜ mais

—               }{  HER HEAD TILTS in curiosity at the other’s words.  as far as she could tell, mais was no vampire, which would be answer enough for such interesting abilities.  she’d met few humans with otherworldly abilities.  she shifts a little closer, elbows leaning on her legs, her eyes glinting with curiosity.     ❝ what kind of voices do you mean?  like people’s thoughts?  or ghostly voices? ❞

#misbehavc #> spotty freckle stars and no sense of gravity | verse (main). } #> wallflower im by myself | answers. }

[quietbeauty]

        “we’re closing in about twenty minutes,” she says, and it takes her a moment to peek up from the book she’s reading. when she finally does, the first thing bella notes is the familiarity of their complexion, the dangerous color of their eyes. 

      without thought, she bends the corner of the page she’s on in her book before closing the paperback, and she straightens at the register. the store isn’t empty, there’s a couple at the back, looking at something, but her entire attention is on the new customer. so she smiles, sweetly, feigns not knowing what they are. 

      “can i help you?” // @misbehavc​ twilight/midnight sun starter ! 

#misbehavc #i wasn't sure for what twilight muse you wanted a starter ! #( verse ) into the twilight / breaking dawn.

[melnchly-a]

@misbehavc​ (MARYA!) said:  Men die. It’s practically what they’re for. to LEBEDEVA!

           “well yes, darling,” says lebed, who has seen so many years of men come and go, live and die, that some of them have bled one into another of them: shepherds and clerks and kings and princes. their land has always kept going, fighting on. they pass house after house as they walk, houses of skin and hair that shiver as they pass: marya and lebed, one with hair as dark as midnight, the other’s moon-pale. “but most of them live first, and what a charming time can be had with them, then!” she sighs, looping her arms through marya’s, the rose-pink blush of her cheeks blending gradually into the garnet shades shimmering around her eyes. all to compliment her latest dress of ruby-red, all to make her feel her own power, all to catch certain eyes. (and, in part, to complement marya herself, who lebedeva has always thought looked so charming with the reddest gems in her hair, like little drops of blood caught up in crystal.) “but tell me, marya, where has this thought come from? mortal men living and dying - - - what has that to do with you?” 

DEATHLESS: ACCEPTING

#lebedeva: marya morevna (misbehavc) #misbehavc #lebedeva: general #lebedeva: replies

[utt-a]

@misbehavc​ said:  “You mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept.”

Dusty meme

It's an old dance for them, clashing staffs, a swing traded for a kick, leaping out of thrusting reach, knowing where the other would land without a glance, movements so refined you think she'd be bored yet heart and mind were racing a mile a minute. Faster still when her back was pinned against his chest, the shallow breathed "Wait..." only slowed things down enough to check it wasn't her phone ringing. Of course, the scoundrel seized the opportunity to both flirt and taunt.

"Oh, don't... you... wish..." And she mimicking his trademark devil-may-care grin, lifted a foot as if throw off his stance with a sweep only to flash her glowing eyes over a shoulder, the sweat clinging to their pressed muscles freezing, slickening her body as her knees dropped with deliberate force sliding out from between him and the bo. "Sorry, you'll need to put in some more work before you’re permitted to see my white flag, Remy."

#misbehavc #(oh my how didn't i see this till now #my inbox be the worst sometimes #ty for this <3 #they're so much fun in everything

[starfrckled-a]

@misbehavc​ asked tk for carlos  (   test muses starter call  :  accepting   )

«  𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃.  dinner's on me tonight.  »    soft words slip out of a mouth already half curled up in a smile,  with the shadow of something heavy beneath,  something that he knows better than to let fester now.  green hues look up into darker,  warmer ones and TK's mouth tightens a bit,  lips pressing together as guilt floods his chest.   «  I never got around to apologize for standing you up that night.  so...  yeah,  it might be a little late now,  but better late than never,  right  ?   »    TK stops himself before his words can turn into nervous chatter and reaches out to Carlos,  curling a hand around his elbow.  he is done running away from this,  and he is done using them as yet another distraction to keep himself afloat.  step by step,  but they’re getting there.

#misbehavc #› tk strand ╱ ic #› tk strand ╱ starters #& carlos ( misbehavc ) #a little post season 1?? #anyway have some soft for the first interaction

[honeyglaze-archived]

arianne martell received an ask   /   ↺ @misbehavc​​ , caius :  𝟿. 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝚇.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, even if he saw her simply as another newborn -- more a chore than an equal. still, that does not keep arianne from picking at his seams, always eager for a view of the man behind the mask; kick after kick, swing after swing, she continues to evade each tactical blow ‘til her own managed to strike his lips, enough to draw blood -- RUDE, albeit unimportant to immortals like themselves. still, it was almost a RELIEF to see him stumble -- a reminder that even he, despite allusion, is far from the perfect beast he oft presents himself to be... she chuckles at the surprise that splatters across his expression, a proud and cocky smirk lifting her lips as arianne takes advantage of his falter, firms hands shoving caius up against cool italian marble...

❛  -- what was it that you promised me?  ❜    her whisper is smoothed atop his lips, head tilting as hand lowers to grasp the shape bulging beneath her palm, tongue lapping at the blood dripping from his lips.    ❛  a prize -- should i win?  ❜    the fledgling hums as tongue wipes him clean, nipping at his lips as if to claim them as her own -- at least, for a short while.    ❛  i’m ready, caius --   ❜     greedy fingers manage to free his arousal, gasping as it’s weight falls into her palm, hand already wrapping about it’s shape before world could spin; and suddenly, it is arianne pressed between the wall and his weight, completely at his mercy. 

there a moment, a single heavy second of quiet passion -- nothing but the mix of their breath and the heat of their stares ‘til lips collide, the taste of copper drawing a moan from her lips as rough and restless fingers ripping spandex from her skin, revealing just enough to fulfill a long awaited desire. with ease, he slips right in and she shudders, satisfaction beginning it’s settle, however, far from reached. hips roll and arianne begins to urge his rhythm -- craving more and more with each thrust of his hips, ‘til nothing ( not even his lips ) could keep her from singing...

#misbehavc #❛ ◞ ans. / arianne martell. #❛ ◞ volturi a.u. - wild and free. / arianne martell. #im biG EYE EMOJIS #//nsfw

[wldbirds]

@misbehavc​: ❝Love should make you feel good.❞ / corin @ carlisle

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑯𝑰𝑴, 𝑻𝑨𝑷 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 . ones set to the rhythm of pacing , he does not expect from the other vampire . corin has been welcoming to him, as have been the rest.  he knows of her power , it makes him worry the words might be misleading .  WHAT DOES HE KNOW OF LOVE ?  a father’s cruel hand , a mother sold and bartered in the war .  silence falls in the library , he looks away , disconcerted by what she’s alluding to .  the affairs he has entangled himself in , with sulpicia .  with aro .  “  --   I see .  “  

#misbehavc #DONT CALL ME A CLOWN I KNOW I AM :(

[cloudbcrst]

‘let me get you something for the pain.’ / @misbehavc​

                     running    wasn’t    in    her    nature,    she    learnt    to    face    whatever    was    placed    in    front    of    her    at    an    early    age.    this    time    however    escape    seemed    to    have    been    her    only    rescue.        so    she    ran.       as    fast    as    her    feet    would    carry    her.    deeper    and    deeper    into    the    forest.    ignored    the    screaming    pain    coming    from    her    waist,    ignored    branches    leaving    behind    thin    red    lines    on    pristine    skin.    

                         when    she    thought    that    there    was    enough    distance    between    herself    and    her    attacker,    the    young    goddess    fell    to    the    ground.        𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅,    𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅    𝒂𝒏𝒅    𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅.    blood    had   seeped    through    the    fabric    of    her    dress    and    just    for    a    moment    she    allowed    herself    to    close    her    eyes.    -     breath    -     but    almost    instantly,    the    quietness    around    her    was    cut    by    a    stranger’s    words.    big    eyes    sprung    open    immediately,    searching    for    the    threat    and    trying    to    find    back    onto    her    feet.                     ‘               who    are    you ? ’

#misbehavc #misbehavc / wisteria #SAVE HER PLS

[frozenveined]

@misbehavc​ sent ‘ we’re in this together, okay? we have to be in this together because i don’t have anybody else. i don’t. you’re all i have. ’ / felix @ dem

TEETH REMAIN CLENCHED shut. mandible should shatter with the intensity. it has the strength of marble nevertheless. bleak expression somehow still handsome on his features. eye contact is delayed for now, as eyes remain planted forward. wine irises see red ; anger fills empty veins. his face softens. oh what a trap ! chuckles slip through previously shut lips. each one tastes bitter on his tongue. 

“ARE YOU BLIND ? you no longer have me either, felix. ” harshness of words only feel bolder when the tracker says the other’s name. eye contact is direct now, waiting desperately for a response. he feels betrayed ; guilt is readily shrugged off broad shoulders though. this comes far too easy. after all, the other volturi guard member is his closest friend. “ what a waste of time it has been        caring about you. ” 

#MISBEHAVC #. * QUEUE. #. * ANSWERED. / DEMETRI #me: how about something nice for the Best bros #also me: time 4 more angst bb