wargcds
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a +18 strictly lgbt+ crime indie rp as hated by mulder.
est. jan 2021.
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characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood
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"to be a good manager, you need to know what your henchmen go through first hand." mickey offered her a winning smile, carefully picking up the two empty whiskey glasses from the coffee table and putting them into the backpack he'd made ripley bring with her. "it wasn't a suggestion, ripley." he looked at her only once, before looking back to the back door. "there are some gloves there as well. make sure to put them on before we come back."
"i'm not saying i'm henchman material. henchman supervisor, maybe." ripley made a mental note about the oxyclean in the trunk and the casualness with which mickey talked about it. god, what a fucking weirdo, she thought, delighted. "my sweater's brand new, i don't want to get blood on it." she actually didn't much mind the idea of cleaning up a crime scene, but mickey seemed like the kind who might flex by offering to buy her a new sweater, and it was worth a shot; she could really use some new clothes. "don't you have extra guys for this kinda thing? those guys can't be the best you got."
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" billy ? " zeus did not, under any circumstance, shriek. he just wasn't the shrieking type, of course. he was a six-foot-two man with a baseball bat in his hands and he did not shriek. anyone that said otherwise needed to get their ears fucking checked, zeus figured. " what the fuck is wrong with you ? i almost killed you ! " he hadn't swung the bat at all, frozen with fear at the noise coming from his living room, but nobody needed to know that. " what the fuck are you doing here ? "
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"whoa, whoa, whoa," billy spoke out his hand reaching out as a means to defend himself after sneaking through their window. "what the fuck is going on?" he knew the answer to that question given the fun little quick change he had done but they didn't know that, right? this was meant to be a way to avoid suspicion, save the day by scaring off the killer but entering their room to an immediate defence had concerned him instantly. "are you okay?"
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"trust me, you don't. those are not comfortable at all." adam paused for a moment. "or so i've been told, anyways." he cleared his throat, eyes glued to the book still; if he could just focus on the goddamn words on the pages, he could almost pretend she wasn't there. "there's a bucket in the corner over there." he said, finally looking back up at her, the challenging grin on his face expression just how much he didn't believe her. "i'm sure you can hobble over with the handcuffs still on." // continuation from this post for @cvpidswings.
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"ivy, please don't do this." céline shook her head. she stared down at the wine pooling against the white background; her only thought was that it was going to stain, that she probably would have to pay extra at the end of their meal; because céline had been an idiot, and hadn't waited for them to finish eating before speaking up. she wanted to crawl underneath the table and disappear forever. "you know what i mean." she sighed. "listen, it's not━ don't blame yourself or whatever, okay ? we're just in different places, i guess."
❛ ivy stone . ━ ⊰ ✶ open starter / right where you left me .
if you had asked ivy five minutes ago if her relationship was imperfectly perfect she would have said yes . five minutes ago she believed that she was still the one they wanted , the one they’d always want . perhaps that was just a fantasy that she had ignorantly written upon the walls of her mind ; shielding her from the cold , hard truth . she was utterly blindsided , frozen in her tracks , it felt like the worlds around had frozen with her . it wasn’t until her wine glass tips over , spilling the remnants of her red wine all over the white cloth that she was pulled back to reality . ❛ what do you mean . . . you’ve met someone ? what does that - what does that mean ? ❜ she could feel her mascara running , leaving a trail all the way down to her jawbone .
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I AM GUILTY, MOTHERFUCKER, I AM DEATH.
wargcds ; a study in nature vs. nurture, addiction, violence & freedom. lgbt+ only. eighteen plus. written by mulder.
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"you want to run your mouth like that ? fine." mickey grinned. there were very few people from whom he would take such criticism in stride, and ripley had, somehow, become one of them. "there's a coupla' galons of oxyclean in the trunk of my car. go pick it up and start cleaning, kid. i'll go deal with the one in the bedroom."
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"you know, you really need some new henchmen. these guys are seriously sloppy. turn on a blacklight and this whole place lights up."
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(visibly shaking and covered in blood) yeah its just been kind of a long week haha
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anyways give me a plot where muse a is an infamous drug dealer who deals to the elite 1% and he meets muse b, the girlfriend of his biggest (and potentially most dangerous client) , and he’s fucking ENAMORED by her . she’s untouchable , and that only makes him want her more and he feels no guilt bc her boyfriend is an abusive piece of garbage . muse b’s bf takes a liking to muse a , thinks he’s cool or whatever , and invites him to a shit ton of parties , underground fights , etc. stuff that only his inner circle is apart of …. and she’s always there and becomes lowkey intrigued by him ?? starts out innocent , just idle conversation in the absence of her bf until they want /more/ . cue lots of sneaking around , “he’ll kill us both if he finds out”‘s , longing stares . PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOOI DD
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"you're a fucking asshole, do you know that ? " juliet said; she was angrier at herself than ar rhea, in the end, for opening her damn mouth when she knew she shouldn't have. there was no reason for her not to blame the whole ordeal on the other woman, though. "god, you got not a single ounce of shame. no fucking moral. i can't believe this— and i bet you feel so smug about it. using people like they're your little fucking pawns. hope it was fucking worth it, rhea."
open to : m / f !
plot : rhea is a private investigator and she may or may not have used your muse for vital information. even if she does feel a little bad about it she sure as hell isn't going to admit it. feel free to run with this !
" i don't know what reaction you're expecting from me right now, but you're not going to get it. i needed information and all it took was a smile and a little cleavage for you to offer it up — the guilt you're feeling sounds like a you problem. maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut."
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zeus wasn't going to open the door ; it was late, dark, and he was in a city he'd never been before. whoever was on the other side of that door could go fuck themselves, for all he cares. except the person was damn persistent, and the sound became so obnoxious that he would rather face a gunnman than hear it for another second. he didn't bother replying to the man's question of the address, simply raising an eyebrow and pointing to the number etched next to the doorway. "list man, if you're here to rob me you could've just climbed through a window like a normal criminal." he sighed, eyes watching over the stranger's shoulder, trying to see if they had any other company waiting in the dark. "i live here." zeus lied. "and i don't book my own house. go find someone else to murder, i'm sure there's an old lady somewhere that'll let you in to use her landline or whatever excuse you'll use next."
he must be unluckiest person alive — caught in the pouring rain , the key to his airbnb missing from the lockbox and no matter how many times he tried to call the host , all of them went straight to voicemail. it was a headache , worsened by the freezing weather and the unnerving darkness encasing the neighborhood with so many street lights just dead. aki was just about to return to his car when he noticed a light turned on inside the house , immediately pressing the door bell no matter how many times until somebody opened the door. " this is 476 barbary , right ? " he asked , though knowing full well he wasn't mistaken after already double , triple , quadruple checking the address sign. aki looked at them a little apprehensively , a little suspicious , but mostly just tired and resigned. " i booked this place a month ago so , uh ──── i'm just confused with what's going on here ... "
open to m. just a little barbarian (2022) moment.
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"thats—" agatha stopped, at a loss for words. "it does'nt even make sense. i'm not a sin, hana. why should you deprive yourself of something that makes you happy ? what would you gain from that, apart from a fucking miserable life ? "
✱ open . m / f / nb .
' i wish i knew you before it felt like a sin . '
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REVERSE STARTER CALL ; please like this post & i'll go through your opens ! open to mutuals & non-mutuals !
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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”
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Only Murders in the Building
━ 3x02 "The Beat Goes On"
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REVERSE STARTER CALL ; please like this post & i'll go through your opens ! open to mutuals & non-mutuals !
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