#parainvestigate

she definitely did not just set an entire jewelry store on fire after making off with the most priceless diamond necklaces in the establishment. anything else did not matter to her. the shimmering diamonds hang around her neck , free in the wind as her whip cracks into the night. and then she meets someone unexpected near it's alleyway. ( hey , he's kind of cute .. in the break you in half kind of way .. )

NAME: Ashley

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I'm fine with IMs here on Tumblr and, if we're mutuals, I'm happy to give Discord to whomever wants it!

NAME OF MUSE(S): Check out my ROSTER!

BEST EXPERIENCE: I love when just ranting about two characters in IMs turns into a thread. Like, nothing immediately planned, just going back and forth like "Person A would be like 'blah blah blah'." "Well then Person B would be like 'blah blah BLAH!.'" "Should we write this out?" I dunno, maybe?" <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: The purple prose fad from a couple years ago gets me and I don't know why? When did we start dropping articles in sentences?? "Door creaks and wind blows through open door." THE door creaks and THE wind blows through THE open door! I have NO idea why that gets me so irrationally angry lol

MUSE PREFERENCES: I have a few on my muse list that are bolded because I have the most muse for them, but I really LOVEEEEEE crossovers! If you like Sansa Stark but you want to do a Walking Dead thread??? 100 FUCKING PERCENT! I will put my girl in a post apocalyptic world SO fast!

PLOTS OR MEMES: I like both but I've found memes turn INTO plotted threads so easily! They're great little ice breakers!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I don't do 5 paragraph responses but I usually do 1-3 paragraphs. Not sure if that qualifies as long compared to some of the ones i've seen floating around.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: LATE at night when I should really be in bed or during the day when I should be working and I'm hiding in the back room instead.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I think I gravitate toward muses that I share some aspects with but not all. Or I like to highlight those traits that I share over others the muse has.

oh johnnie... hellboy is like 6'9" or 6'11"

+ @parainvestigate asked: “Hey, short stack.” ( couldn't help it )

Various Question Sentence Starter - @parainvestigate​ said:  ❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

            Sutton wasn’t expecting the question to come from him, but it was the kind of gesture that most gentlemen would make when they saw a young woman out in the cold night air and she didn’t have a jacket of her own. She’d been out enjoying the night, but she didn’t feel the cold the way that a HUMAN did. Sure, it was nippy, but she supposed she wasn’t expecting him to do that for her.

The American’s BPRD had reached out to her through a series of contacts, and travel arrangements had been made for her to fly her from the main coven’s home in Budapest in Hungary and into Germany, so she might be able to assist on a case. She had not been asked to attend physically to a case of theirs in some time, and the plane ride chartered allowed her to sleep away the day and fly over during the twilight hours. And yet she still arrived at the meet up point, before any BPRD agents could. A quaint little bar, busy but not overwhelmingly so given it was close enough to the Last Call for the establishment.

The vampiress ordered a glass of darker pálinka and added a vial of animal blood to it when she was certain none were watching her, allowing her to remain at the table unbothered by serving staff and to observe her surroundings and sip on the doctored drink idly. She did not yet know the full details of the case that she would be assisting with, but she was willing to place abet on it was relating to vampires in some way, and Doctor Manning was hoping she might be able to put a halt to any trouble makers if it were quietly. Sonja had little patience for troublemakers who openly hunted humans, when others as ancient as herself had no need to feed on the masses and knew to avoid drawing attention to themselves. If rogues were foolish enough to draw the BPRD’s attention, she would help stamp them out. 

A flash of red drew her eye, as it did the remaining bar patrons. She lifted a brow, quite curious now what case involved her and the infamous Hellboy. She knew him on sight, from a combination of Abraham’s and the supernatural community’s stories. Sonja rose elegantly from her seat to assist the barkeep in ushering out the remaining people; murmuring to them softly that they had surely drank too much, there wasn’t a red skinned man with horns, and they ought to go home and sleep off the alcohol. She might have used a touch of compulsion to make sure they would think in the morning that the vision of Hellboy was merely a dream being influenced by alcohol, covering the BPRD’s tracks smoothly for them and preventing the bar patrons from gaping any further. It was rude to stare, regardless of what or who stood in front of you.

" oh yeah ? " luna stretches out lazily, one leg thrown over his, frankly, massive form. she's lost count of how many times they've woken up beside each other over the last few weeks, often simply because she didn't want to sleep alone. " is it because my bedhead and morning breath are just so attractive ? " giggling, they let a hand roam over his chest, though at this point, she has his entire body mapped out and stored in her memory forever. " i like waking up with you too. "