𝑹𝑷 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

✱ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 — v. tvd franchise

* &.┆➢ PROMPT, BROKENSPY.

❝Well, that’s not very nice.❞ his voice sounds as if he is offended, but he knows that being underestimated is not a bad thing, not at all. It is not a surprise when Deathstrokes kills, or when Joker comes back when everyone thought he was gone — they are all very very predictable. But in order to win one has to remain undetectable. It demands patience  — something that most people lack  — and persistence, even if it is with seemingly unimportant people, like this woman.   Ed shrugs  ❝Perhaps, I was lucky. Why did you think I would not last?❞ 

                                     @cruciatustm​  ; sc ; a meme I reblogged

unsnare / sc

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  𝐃𝐈𝐏  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖.  𝐉𝐈𝐌  𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍.  it’s  only  when  he’s  back  into  an  emotional  corner  does  he  confess  such  secrets.  but  this  time,  well,  he’s  more  than  willing  to  admit  ignorance  at  the  situation.  “um,  what  just  happened?”  @unsnare​  /   ⊹ ˚ .   starter call  !

🐀 - 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 ◘ 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆’𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. / @unsnare​​ / SENT

    ( they own this town ;   flora cash )

a solid solution, in fin’s opinion. ‘well, it always helps me, so maybe give it a shot,’ breath is given to the lens of his camera before he wipes any stray dust away with the sleeve of his hoodie. ‘and then if that doesn’t work, maybe, like- punch a wall or something.’

“I don’t know who sent you, but there are four other killers for hire buried in the very forest you’re using for cover. So why don’t you just come have some tea, and we can discuss the dangers of trying to kill a two thousand year old archmage.“

‘you don’t sound too convincing!’ he calls over the excess noise, trying to hold a gun with one hand, and his camera with the other. ‘also, is that really how the saying goes? i don’t remember ever seeing a happy cricket!’ / unsnare

    “  okay  listen.  this  isn’t  what  it  looks  like,  i  swear.  ”  swallowing  hard  his  gaze  moves  around  his  surroundings.  “  okay  so  it  might  look  like  breaking  and  entering  but  --  and  hear  me  out  --  what  if  it  was  just  entering  ?  there’s  no  gate  or  lock  or  anything  so.  ”  he  pauses,  face  flushed.  “  so  maybe  it’s  exactly  what  it  looks  like.  ”

          ❝ Oh, don’t be such a pain in the ass. It’s not a good look on you dear. ❞ Golden brown hues rolled so far in the back of his head that for a couple of seconds he was positive they were going to get stuck. But instead of getting stuck they landed right back on the woman in front of him. It was always quite the interesting interaction when he met someone who was too much like him personality-wise.  ❝ I promise I’m not that bad. I don't bite. Unless you want me to. ❞

❝ my sweet girl, what’s wrong?  you’re not looking good. ❞

it’s been a long day! an exhausting one, at that.     but why should this one be any different from all the others?     with a yawn, she lies down, right beside agnes. personal space? not going to happen, as harleen is way too tired to care about whether she minds or not. and since a push doesn’t occur, the blonde guesses nothing’ll change until the morning comes.     𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.    during the night, an arm is unconsciously placed around the opposite. they’re laughing as if the world is theirs and theirs alone, they’re free. at least in her dream.     a normal life. a happy one.     something she still wishes to have, despite all telling her that’s never going to happen.