Nina-delarosa:

nina-delarosa:

Nina was confused, and now intrigued. What did she have to do at 6:30 in the morning? The intrigue immediately turned to frustration when she blew cigarette smoke in her face. She hesitated before she spoke. Breathe, Nina. 

She fixes her hair. “What do you mean?” She spoke spitefully as Peyton continued to walk away.

I stop mid-stride. I just stand there my back towards. The heck is she doing? just yesterday she was disgusted with me and now she wants a conversation? “ I turn my head sideways. “ Two words. Job hunting.” I say with a little bit of a snarl.

Job Searching

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

That is fair. I like life. Life is good.

You need wings? I got you, flyman..flyboy. I’ll work on it. Send me the details. I’m firing up the engines as we speak. I’ll bring them safe and whole, Nik. That’s a promise.

But nah, no owing. Just say you’ll race me again sometime and we got a deal.

And congrats to all of you on the little one. Bet she’s a cutie.

Heard you may be in need of a pilot? Also in possible need of snacks? I come bearing both.

A lot of latter. Too much of the latter. Please take some. Give them to your boys too, yeah?

- @sgt-reaper

aye, talk to Nik.

missrosalyngrace:

“ Sorry if Nina was mean to you, she tends to do that sometimes.” I say, wanting to console her. “Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t tell anybody either. Got no-one to tell, except for Munchie here, but he is much more interested in his little buddy over there.” I say gesturing towards the little kitten laying on his back playing with his toy mouse. 

“Uhh…sure. Oh right! Your lighter.” I hop up, spilling a little of my hot-cocoa on myself, making me groan. Nonetheless, I go over to my kitchen and reach on my utmost tiptoes to grab the lighter I keep at the top of my fridge. Going over to the peculiar woman sitting on my beloved love seat, I extend my arm, offering up the lighter. “Well, if you’re going to tell me that story of yours, I think you’ll need this.” 

“ He’s cute. Had him for long? Uh... does Munchie stand for something?

“ Awesome thanks.” I scoot to sit on one butt cheek to grab the pack of cigs out of my pocket. I take one out and place it between my lips. using the lighter I light it up and take a really long drag and blow it out away from Rosie and her kitty

I look downwards feeling angry about it. I cough to clear my throat. “ Now where to begin my beautiful story...” 

Knock, knock.

HOLY CRAP guys!

So someone on Reddit pointed this out, but the ENTIRE ARCHIVE of Talks Machina is accessible on YouTube right now through this playlist on the G&S YouTube channel.

For anyone who doesn’t have the Alpha sub… They include the After Dark sections as well. 

Happy watching?!

nina-delarosa:

This girl was an anomaly. “Okay, then. Well, one of my first one’s is on my neck. It says know your rights. It’s after my favorite band,” She added, trying to make the conversation less awkward. Nina’s face contorted with confusion. Did she look like she wasn’t from around here? “I’m Russian…” She clarified, nodding her head.

“ I have one like that too. I mean a quote, from a band. It’s on my shoulder blade. it says memories take us back, dreams take us forward. “riiinnggg.” My phone rings and hold my pointer finger out. I put the phone up to my ear.” Peyton the hell! I’ve been trying to call you forever! what happened? Shawn screeches in my ear. “Dude calm down. you’re gonna get a heart attack. I’m fine. I’ll call you later.” I say while rubbing my sensitive ear. “What no.” He angrily shouts. “Bye” I snort. “ Don’t you dare-Beep” I end the call.

I look at Nina. “ Sorry about that my friend is a worry wart. Doesn’t know when to take a breath” I laugh.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

peyton-keating:

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs?” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.

Nina was in her room painting, when she heard a large thud from outside the apartment. What now? She flung open her door to a tattooed, rugged haired girl sprawled across the hallway floor.

“Well, I was not expecting that,”

I look over to the right where I heard the female voice. standing in a doorway is a lady covered in specks of colors. “What are looking at rainbow? can’t you see I’m trying to have a conversation? You can go back to whatever it is you were doing.”

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

She knew it. Nina didn’t want to make assumptions, but Peyton seemed to be fitting the bill. Nina was not swinging that way.

“Nope. That’s really not my thing,” She said in disgust. Maybe she will get the message.

“ Damn you don’t need to be such an ass. I was just messing around. Next time keep your bitchy judgemental comments to yourself.” I angrily huff at her.

I reach my arm out and snatch the handle of my suitcase out of her hand. I rush to my room number. I jiggle the handle realizing its locked. I grab the crummy key from my pocket and shove it in the key hole. I swing the door open and shut it with a bang. I feel my face is wet and realize I’m crying. I sink down to the floor and lean agaisnt the door crying my eyes out.

Oh,shit.

THIS IS SO GREAT

Fjorester tropes

Battle Couple

Meet the In-Laws

Longing Look

Declaration of Protection

First Kiss/Underwater Kiss/Kiss of Life

Everyone Can See It/Oblivious To Love

Romantic False Lead

Green-Eyed Epiphany

Like An Old Married Couple

Love Hurts

Savvy Boy, Energetic Girl

Beneath The Mask

(all gifs belong to the wonderful @dinah-lance)

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.