#fuckingbiblical

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 🍒 + 𝐀 𝐔𝐑𝐋 & 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 !! 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

i really don't have a whole lot of words that could properly describe all the things i wanna say in a short enough post. i think your writing is engaging and impressive. honestly i personally don't understand the desire to format the way you do, and would normally not follow someone who formats that way, but your writing was actually so good that i dont even really notice it anymore and let me tell you that is SAYING something. since ive met you and interacted with more of your muses i just find myself more and more impressed and interested. tbf you intimidated the fuck out of me before we really started talking at all, and i NEVER thought you'd be interested in speaking to me often or writing with me much. im a huge fan of your writing style and portrayal of all of your muses so far and consider myself very lucky to have met you. im very grateful youre in my life.

jack @fuckingbiblical :3

mary stood, in almost dire disbelief, at the hulking man in front of her, trying to gather herself enough to focus on what it is, exactly she was doing. "where are you even bleedin' from?" she finally managed, tipping her chin up to look up at alfie solomons. ( ᴋɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴀʀ﹐ ᴍᴀsᴏɴ. ) there's another pause before she's actually reaching grab any sort of strip of fabric that she could start cleaning the man's wounds up — the hot, crimson liquid pushed through the cloth, staining her own delicate hands, but she didn't seem to think twice about it, instead letting her brows furrow as she inspected the source, instead. "s'deep," mary remarks, glancing upwards at the man's grizzled face, searching for a moment. "i'm gonna have to sew you up." her tone is curt, matter-of-fact — but she's leaving it open for the man to refuse, if he wanted. "but you knew that. you wouldn't have come here if you didn't." she'd be lying to say that she wasn't curious — but mary knew better. don't ask questions, just get paid.