The Colorful Stages Of Bruises: What’s Going On In There?

nina-delarosa:

“I can’t think of anywhere, no. But, there’s a pub not too far down and a grocery store. I would try there first,” She informed her, as they walk down the stairs and out of the residence. 

If she was being honest, she was looking for someone to replace her current nanny. Not because she doesn’t like dear old Maggie, but she needed a more reliable person who wouldn’t drop dead at any second. “I never meant to offend you, so I’m sorry for that. I’m just not interested in same sex relationships, that’s all,” She was being honest - although she is a little more prejudiced than that sentence would lead on. She unlocked her scratched up, red car and motioned for Peyton to get inside.

“Could you take me to the pub first?- I’ll take what I can get. I’m not mad about you having your own opinions. That's fine, I have my own opinions too but when you judge me for my opinions that’s when I get upset. Don’t judge me and we’re good. Thanks for the ride, though. I would have had to walk for ages.” I see her wave her hand signaling for me to get in. I go to sit in the back.

Job Searching

missrosalyngrace:

“That’s awful! And you’re hot! What the heck, that doesn’t even make sense.” Before I start huffing and puffing I compose myself and steel my shoulders.

 “I’m sorry that happened to you. What brings you here?” I ask, urging her to share a little more.

“ That’s. Uh, thanks. What brings me here is that I have no place to live and this was the cheapest place I could afford after..” I mumble the next part. “after stripping for money...”

Knock, knock.

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:

“Three words, want a ride?” She rebuked, dangling her keys after locking her front door. Nina ought to be nice for once.

“ Five words. Yes please and thank you. Aha, Thats probably the only time youre gonna hear those works out of my mouth, is there any place in particular that you know is hiring?- hey, wait is this your way of saying sorry, cause that ain’t gonna cut it” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“ I would appreciate a REAL apology.”

Job Searching

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.

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.

nina-delarosa:

Nina grinned. “That’s cool,” They were interrupted by some ringing, but she was surprised that Peyton hung up. Maybe Nina didn’t scare her off after all.

“Yeah, apparently. So, what band?”

“ His name was Shawn. The guy on the phone. He was just making sure I got here okay.. Uh the band is Black Viel Brides. They’re good if you like head banging music. What about yours. Which band? ”

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Mhm. His name is Caleb. Well if you wanna get a hold of her somehow we could arrange something.

Cool stuff. I’ll get on that. You know she’ll probably ask you and I to come over for a girls night. Haha. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

It takes a long time for the Delarosa family to all get out of the door together. At around 4 she began helping Nathalia get ready, changing her out of her shirt with spaghetti stains on it and into a floral sweater. Nikolai is 9 and can get ready himself, but rarely chooses to. So with all that being said, they ended up leaving their apartment at five past five.

Nina grabbed both Nathalia and Nikolai’s hands, before she shut the door and jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. She approached Rosie’s door but stopped before knocking. “Why aren’t you knocking? I can do it,” Nathalia squealed. “How about you knock on this door for me first, milaya moya,” Nina offered sweetly. Nathalia excitedly scurried over to the door beside them and obnoxiously pounded on the door. “Knock knock!” She proclaimed. I’m sure Rosie wouldn’t mind some extra company,’ She thought. They stood their together in a huddle as they waited for a response.

“ Dammit stop being chicken Pey. Just splash it on.” Standing in the mirror peyton glares aat her reflection. Specifically at the blood oozing cut on her shoulder. Snatching the bottle of rum she takes a sip. Not thinking about it anymore she splashes probably more than necessary onto the wound. “ Fucking hell.” She says through gritted teeth. “knock knock!” She faintly hears a voice say fading over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. “ One second!” Peyton thinks she yells. “ Shit gotta hurry.” She mumbles to herself. Grabbing the bandages she scrambles to wound around her arm till about mid bicep. She grabs the long sleeve shirt hanging off the mirror and pulls it over her head. She then adjusts the shirt to cover the make job bandaging. Jogging over to the front door she swings it open. “What do you wan-Oh hey, uh what’s up?”  She looks to see Nina with two kids. Peyton crouches down twitching a little because it stretched her wound but she grits her teeth and did it anyway to be level with them. “ Hi, Nina.” she quickly glance at her. “ And who are these guys? what’re your names?”. Peyton looks to the kids to answer.

Outing with the family, Rosie & unexpected guests