#headshct

[TEXT] yeah. you finished w your runs already ?

[ To: The Good Cop ] Yes. For once right on time.

[ To: The Good Cop ] Disorderly conduct drunk turned into a proper hobbit today

The outward thought would get a chuckle from the Captain. In a way the whole scenario was rather unbelievable wasn’t it? Fortune wasn’t to be known to possess any sort of intimacy–yet here she was, seated on the Sheriff’s couch, the woman in question resting upon her. The going-ons of the city were muffled at best by a surprisingly invasive quiet of the room.

“Such a strange thought, lassie.” Fortune begins, moving to level their faces. A kiss is placed upon her lips gentle at first–then a hand would move to pull Caitlyn closer. Seconds passed and they remained that they until the Captain found it proper to part.

last time i was in the dragon age fandom i got driven out by a popular blog cuz they didnt like who i was interacting with

my opinion on;

character in general: i love caitlyn actually she was my original favorite piltie and my first marksman and i’m a one-trick cait now so what’s up.how they play them: i went through this on skype basically your writing’s good i just think it falls into the pitfall that the entire tumblr community has fallen intothe mun: meme of all trades

do i;

follow them: yarp with them: no :(want to rp with them: sureship their character with mine: not really tbh but i haven’t given it much thought

what is my;

‘No, no, no, no! Not happening! Not literally right after I rejoin. No way.’ The girl crossed her arms, wrinkling her already messy uniform. Her hands subconsciously flickered to her bracelet - a ring of brilliant metal, studded with gems - the key to her transformations - and twisted the band nervously. Lidded eyes narrowed as she pointed an accusing finger at the student in front of her, looking cool and collected as ever.

‘Did Lux put you up to this? This has got to be some sort of prank.’ Satisfied with her own conclusion, Jinx kicked back in her chair, putting her feet on the desk. The Star Guardians were a super private special exclusive club - not everyone could join, jeez. Star Guardian Prime was very selective - she was proof of that. And, yeah, maybe she’d struck out on her own for a bit, but she came back, right? That had to count for something.

So it absolutely boggled her mind when Caitlyn flashed her wrist at her - there it was, her own Guardian bracelet. Her shriek could be heard from outside the classroom - ‘You’re Janna’s replacement??’ Never had Jinx intended for the senior student to be replaced with so stiff and professional a student. Rumor had it that Caitlyn not only had top marks in every course, but was also the leading member of the rifling club. She pinched herself - ow.  No fuckin’ way. 

Fists once clenched along the length of her legs now settle between. Despite the tension their little dispute wrought, Vi still finds it to be slouched in the chair next to the Sheriff’s desk. Of course she considers Caitlyn’s words (even though it never seemed to be that way…) It’s difficult to avoid her hawkish gaze, though she knew it sought to soothe rather than judge. Shoulders rise and fall in a heaved sigh, and Vi interlocks her bandaged fingers.

“I guess I’d be glarin’ at ya through a set of bars on occasion if that weren’t so.” She huffs through her nose in an awkward laugh and shifts forward a bit. “But...it’s a bit more than that...” She admits, combing through her own hair.

  STANDING BEFORE the door took more courage than Riven dare say.      First, it meant admitting that she was accepting help - help that was   offered more as a one-time thing, no less. Second, she had encroached   on unfamiliar grounds. This was only her second time crossing through   the Land of Progress, and being here somehow felt like she had betrayed   Noxus.

  As for the third reason -