#bup1957

@bup1957​​ said: ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ | for jigen (´ヮ`ʃƪ)

soft dirty sentence starters

“Wha - Kent, I -” The line beeped dead before he could finish his sentence. However, he doesn’t really need to ask anymore questions. Kent was blunt and clear. He set the phone down onto the receiver, swallowing nervously. It wasn’t like Kent to just bark out orders, he must’ve been in quite the mood today.

And oh, Jigen liked it when Kent got into that kind of mood.

He needed to clean their bedroom. Nearly tripping over the corner of the rug, Jigen rushed to get to work. He had a solid hour and a half to get ready. Already tossing his jacket, tie, and hat into the hamper, he quickly cleaned the surrounding area and made the bed.

evil sentence prompts / accepting.

anyone who puts on a crown will end up looking for a kingdom   ———   @bup1957​.

You stink of ambition. Courtesy prevented such a thought to unfold upon Ann’s tongue; it took root unspoken, tainting the image she was certain he tried to cultivate. Speech was a tool of theft as much as one’s hands, and, so, a question: what did Mr Mansley wish to gain with his words? The answer came just as quickly. Yes, ah-h-h-h, this is a government man, a pen-and-paper foot soldier of the great American empire. Bureaucracy bred titles which bred titles, a populous nation ever more fertile for bottom feeders; here, before her very eyes, was a prime specimen of such stagnant water. A crown, a kingdom, a rhetoric justification   ———   what magnificent names for his greed!

❝   I apologise; English is not my native language... Do you mean that positively..?   ❞

She softened her sentence with a smile, the slight bow of her head well practiced. How exciting! Ann rarely spoke beyond affirmations, much less debated, but this was bait she was simply unwilling to release. Although Kent Mansley could (would, oh, how sweet her day becomes if only it was a would!) be dissected for all his body can offer, the true extent of his character remained hidden. For better or for worse, a man’s malignancy is unwritten in the lines of his flesh; an asymptomatic disorder until witnessed.

❝   Um... It is just that... One interpretation could be that striving for high places is a good thing, for it delivers a kingdom in need of a king with one who fought for the title, rather than simply being born into it... Ah, but... I am sorry. This is not a very pleasant topic... Would you like a slice of strawberry shortcake?   ❞

“Wakey wakey eggs and bakey.” Hex croons sarcastically, peering down at the disheveled heap on the floor of what they’ve long since resolved to be an office. His office.

Kent Mansley. Conniving, cowardly, willing to throw anyone under the bus to further his agenda. Pretty standard stuff for a power-hungry government official. ...What, they had to occupy themself somehow while Kent was down for the count, and what better way to get to know their new pair of legs than watching an hours-long montage of his most shameful memories?

Munching on a bag of Ruffles potato chips they’d scrounged from his desk drawer, they point a lazy, admonishing finger Kent’s way. “Not gonna lie, pal, I thought you were doin’ a bit there at first, but c’mon— six hours? Kinda rude makin’ a curse wait around just to pile up some z’s.

 FRUIT HEADCANON MEME -- ACCEPTING 

[  @bup1957​​ asked : 🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them?  ]

thank u jonnie. i owe u my lyfe. <-- borat voice

683′s reputation matters IMMENSELY to him, he constantly wants to be thought of as the coolest, best, most talented and definitely not stupid person in the universe.  he has delusions of admiration and respect while not particularly doing anything admirable or respectable.  at the very least he just wants to be liked by other people, but he has trouble with that, too.  

most atominans see him in two categories: maliciously incompetent, or just a unfortunate victim of circumstance.  either he’s intentionally a bad worker and a difficult person to be around because he’s just a lost cause and he’s a jerk, or they think he’s unable to perform his work due to circumstances out of his control (like, the assumption he isnt smart, capable or mentally stable) and thus deserves pity.  683 does not like either of these because it basically means everyone either quietly hates him or feels bad for him.  he’s somehow in the middle of these two assumptions: he just Can’t act like them, and he gets frustrated that he cant and that no one seems to understand he doesn’t Mean to be such a scatterbrained lunatic, and then he decides to actively sabotage himself just to make everyone mad because he’s mad at them.  684 falls into the latter category of thinking 683 is not actively trying to be awful but he just somehow cant help it and maybe its the rest of their collective responsibility to fix him somehow

‘ you’re avoiding me, don’t try to pretend that it isn’t obvious. ‘

“Sadly, in this line of work, I need to look.” She sighed, scribbling out the sketch in her booklet and flipping the page to a brand new one before looking up at the stranger, who was sitting at the table beside hers in the café.