#dravcn

@dravcn​​​   says:   “   𝚒’𝚟𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞.  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜  …   ” — —   prompts  for  those  with  a  reputation.   :   no  longer  accepting  !!!

𝐀   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇   𝐈𝐒   𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄   𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒.  stephen  tries  to  avoid  the  press,  these  days.  he  used  to  find  himself  in  newspapers,  in  medical  journals  and  magazines;  falsified  private  details  were  occasionally  laid  out  in  tabloid  columns.  but  that  was  when  he  was  a  surgeon:  when  he  was  ruled  by  arrogance.  his  job  today  is  far  more  private;  he  is  far  more  private.  but  he  knows  that  the  gaping  maw  of  journalism  is  a  hungry  one.  he  was  bound  to  get  snapped  up  in  its  teeth  at  some  point.  the  sorcerer  slips  his  hands  into  the  pockets  of  his  jeans.  he  is  dressed  not  in  his  sorcerer’s  garb,  but  in  street  clothes.  his  hands  are  sheathed  in  black  wool.  the  cloak  wanted  to  come  along,  so  stephen  transmuted  it  into  a  jacket.  it  has  behaved  well;  it  looks  for  all  the  world  like  any  other  ordinary  jacket.

into the spiderverse sentence starters | ACCEPTING

The rattling of bullet shells hitting the floor is the closest thing Frank has to music.  The sound of bullets turning a human being into swiss cheese dampens the noise.

Most of tonight’s targets have been small-game.  No major links to any of New York’s heavy hitters, but they were still making entertainment based on the suffering of other people.  Still making a living off of making other people hurt.  They earned this fate.  Amid the stench of iron and the bodies on the alley, Frank is ready to leave before he realizes that there’s still a living thing in this alley.  Someone who hasn’t made a reaction during the entire fire fight.  Frank loads another magazine.  Frank has seen enough death in his lifetime to know what the presence of it feels like.

    “    it’s none of your business,    ”     she’s breathless,  struggling to catch even the smallest breath as she speaks to the other.  tara averts her gaze,  eyes turned downward as she tried to calm her mind.  avoid the pain.   it was not working quite as well as she hoped.  blood soaks her clothes,  but tara would not have been able to pinpoint where it may have been coming from,  or if it was hers.  she leans against the wall beside her,  refusing to look his direction.     “    i’m fine..  -  ”

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            BROWS RAISED IMMEDIATELY followed by a roll of her eyes.  ❝ Yeah, that’s not how that works. ❞

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cant be any worse than her actual parents lmao