#ashortdropandsuddenstop

From close of business today, James ( @ashortdropandasuddenstop ) and I will be gone for the weekend.

Under absolutely NO circumstances are we to be disturbed. Anyone who does will get lasered on sight. I’m not fucking kidding.

@vought-int3rnational - Ensure no communications.

@ashley-barrett-official - Ashley, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Keep an eye on Soldier Boy.

@oh-father-vought - Keep an eye on Black Noir.

@black-noir-vought - Keep an eye on Deep.

@firecracker-vought - Keep…doing whatever the fuck it is you do.

@ferretoftrouble - Be my eyes and ears as always, and keep Zeus company.

@gargle-my-ballsack - Fuck you 🖕

Assuming Vought hasn’t crumbled to the ground nor have any of you killed each other, we’ll see you Monday.

- H 🇺🇸

[Note: this is in verse only. James mun and I are still going to be around.]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || [ Shield ] + [ Closer ] ;3 || @ashortdropandasuddenstop​

EGON AND A GHOST ON THE SEARCH FOR OTHER GHOSTS? As it turned out, such an occurrence was entirely probable - certain, in fact, as that was precisely what the pair were doing. After receiving a call regarding a suspected haunting in a derelict warehouse, he’d been packing his equipment into Ecto-1 - when James of all people had materialised, politely pleading with the scientist to join him for the afternoon. Not the first time he’d expressed an interest in his work - and, on this occasion, he’d relented, informing the others that he and his ghost buddy would be back later.

AT THE WAREHOUSE, ALL HAD BEEN WELL - UNTIL IT WASN’T. Atmosphere shifting, a cold shiver trickling its way through his spine, danger settling into his senses. James must’ve felt it too, for in an instant, he was pushing him up against the nearest, half-crumbled brick wall, chests pressed flush as he seemed eager to keep him there. Brow raising in subtle confusion, he noticed James’ gaze drift ever-so-slightly downwards for a moment - a blush soon appearing on his cheeks when he realised just how close they were.

“Well I appreciate at least one lone person doesn’t have anything negative to say about the way I dress. I get enough of that from my companion. Thank you for actually liking my hat.” 

“why did you scream like that?” 

“I-- am not drunk. I’m-- I’m slightly inerber-- inebroo-- I’m tipsy.” Oh the poor man was beyond tipsy at this point. But he’d managed to best the others at the pub, out drinking them all-- including his own brother. Stanford insisted that his vampric associate get Stan back to their boat safely before absconding. After all, he cared about his brother dearly.

101 Dalmatians - Does your muse have a large collection of any particular thing?

Haha yes actually he does. 

Jim had done plenty during his career as a pirate. He'd pillaged, he'd stolen, a pirates life was indeed for him. But then after a braces fight with the Interceptor, he'd been boarded, held by the sword and ordered across. Unlike Jack Sparrow's tattoo on his wrist, he was known by his mocking jay.