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@blieves
"Are you still thinking about them?"
“Yeah.” He’s always thinking about them, honestly. He can’t stop himself. It’s a bad habit, thinking about the Gods, thinking about Laura and Robbie and all the ways they managed to fuck him over. It pisses him off. Shadow’s gaze moves to the sky, he studies the stars.“I don’t mean to.”
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ooc. never forget shadow saw his dead best friend’s dick.
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Do it.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
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casual reminder. bruce actually learned to blow smoke rings for this scene. k thanks.
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M E D I A !
HER BLOUSE WAS HALF UNBUTTONED: plastic winking in the harsh lights of a live studio audience to reveal an expanse of smooth skin: only a HINT, of course; lest some stuffed fuck in the studio keel over with the SCANDAL of it all. Here it was: the intimate conversation between her, Shadow Moon, and a LIVE STUDIO AUDIENCE she’d been trying to get for ages. Cigarette in hand, Lucille Ball took a drag; expelled smoke like a DRAGON with that brash, TRADEMARKED smile that all of America knew. “Shadow, honey, I’m glad you’re beginning to see things my way.” He was loyal: she’d give him that. Hell, she might have admired the trait, had it not been an obstruction. Still, her programming was perfect: tailored to each individual’s taste, wrapped up in a bow upon a fucking SILVER PLATTER; her offers were the same. “I can offer whatever you want, honey. Fame, FORTUNE; the world if you want it. But you don’t strike me as that kind of man, no.” A flick of a dainty wrist; ash falling to her skirts and floor. “What about a NORMAL life? Give you back everything you lost; or let you start again. Your pick, Shadow. In exchange, you work for me. You give me information, you get paid well. Sound fair, honey?”
Eyes flicker to the smooth skin at her collar, his gaze doesn’t linger for long. He only glances. ANYTHING YOU WANT. What does Shadow Moon want? What could a man who has lost everything want? “I doubt my life is gonna be anywhere near NORMAL.” He would say Laura, he does love her, he did love her, but she betrayed him, and he knew he would never move past that. He knows that, that kind of thing is something that lingers. Like broken glass glued together, you can still see the cracks. “ “I get you’re some big important figure in all this shit but I F I work for you, I’m not working under any fucking lackey.” He means the Technical Boy, the fucking kid STILL gets on his nerves, honestly. The very IDEA that the kid could try to give him orders annoys him. “You want me to follow orders, they come from you, direct or not at all.” Words are stern, because he may not know what his END GOAL is, or the REWARD, but he knows what he wants at the moment. He wants to piss off Wednesday, and he doesn’t want to end up with the shit end of the stick. Not again.
The woman dragged the fingers of her right hand lightly across the body’s chest. She imagined she could feel a shiver in his breast-something that was not a heartbeat, but still…She let her hand remain there, on his chest, just above his heart. She lowered her lips to Shadow’s lips, and she breathed into his lungs, a gentle in and out, and then the breath became a kiss. Her kiss was gentle, and it tasted of spring rains and meadow flowers. She kissed his cheek and his forehead. He said, “You called me back.” He said it slowly, as if he had forgotten how to speak English. There was hurt in his voice, and puzzlement. “I was done. I was judged. It was over. You called me back. You dared.” “I’m sorry.”
ind exclusive & headcanon based american gods rp. Ostara of the Dawn. est. may 7 2017. lovingly penned by xR..
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@hdtvtits.
The TV is on in his bedroom, channel five. TV shows playing on repeat, casting lights and shadows across his dark room as figures move across the screen. He knows they are there, he knows they are listening. THEY’RE ALWAYS LISTENING. It’s been a long day, with Wednesday managing to get on every one of his last nerves. HE’S PISSED OFF. “Alright, I’m listening.” He drops the remote on the TV stand, moving to sit on the bed. He is listening, but he doesn’t just want to LISTEN, he wants to be HEARD. That’s the thing with humans, they can only be pushed so FAR, before loyalties begin to crack, before the lines between what’s right and what’s good start to blur. Shadow isn’t stupid, really he isn’t. Eyes dance across the god’s’ features, move over their figure, curious. “What does it mean to be part of YOUR CAMP?” His question is more than it seems, deeper than it sounds. What do YOU get out of it? What do I get out of it?
WHY ARE THEY SO PRETTY. WHO GAVE THEM THE R I G H T.
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IM HERE FOR IT PLS PLS P LS P L S
ooc. I WILL WRITE U A STARTER RIGHT NOW DONT TEST ME.
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Watch them try to guess who it’s from.
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lemon scented wife ???
