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@c0mpositeur said i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world. ( @ tony )

Tony blinks. He doesn’t quite know what to make of that statement. Christian is far from the worst friend in the world, whether he wants to kiss Tony or not. Tony won’t lie and say he hasn’t thought about kissing Christian before, but he’s never voiced those thoughts. He’s never had the courage to. “You can kiss me.” He gives Christian a small smile. “I won’t mind.”

Jerome had killed his father, so he figured he was either the leading authority on daddy issues or he was absolutely not at all qualified to speak on the topic of daddy issues. Either way, he doesn’t care. His solution is always the same. “Y’know, it’d be easy to just—” he makes a stabbing motion in the air in front of him and clicks his tongue “—off the guy. I’ll do it for ya if you want.” He has no qualms with murder. Then again, Jerome doesn’t really have qualms with anything. He supposes it’s what makes him such a good criminal.

“Yeah. Should be easy.” Most of the locks could be frozen, and Jerome has a knife and a lock picking set if things come to that. “You ready?” He also has a plan in place if Cameron decides to go off the rails, but Jerome isn’t going to tell him that.

“   What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ” / jerome

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF MEME

"Have you met my father? He's the gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss king." Cameron snerks loudly at the other, rolling his eyes. It was hard to really explain, but he figured Jerome would have at least some capacity for understanding. Anybody who runs around in clown makeup should, right?

"Daddy issues are ingrained into my genes apparently. But I'm not about to let it ruin my day anymore-- what did you say we were doing again? A b&e?" Breaking and entering. Easy stuff, right? Especially when Junior could freeze the locks off of anything.

He grins, leaning back in his seat and letting the first two legs of his chair come off the floor. “Aw, come on. You don’t wanna kiss me? I’m offended, Cam, really, I am.” Jerome’s pretty sure he wouldn’t want to kiss himself, so he doesn’t blame Cameron for it, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to have some fun with it. “Alright fine. What’s your favorite restaurant?”

“   There’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? ” / jerome

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF MEME

"I think we're moving a little too fast there, champ. At least take me out on a date first." Cameron isn't about to address the mental stability allegations, thank-you-very-much. "Something to wine and dine before we get to the fine."g

@s-unfleur asked are you sure you’re okay? / connor + zoe

Connor isn’t sure of anything anymore. Ever since he’d heard what had happened with Evan and Jared, he’d been holed up in his room trying to understand why the fuck Evan had done that. What the hell could possess him to take advantage of his parents and sister like that? Connor doesn’t get it. He isn’t trying to, but he really doesn’t get it.

Zoe’s voice is muffled by his door, but there’s no mistaking his sister’s question. “I’m fine.” He thinks they both know he’s lying. He pulls the door open to stare at her for a moment. “Do you need something?” He doesn’t know why else Zoe would be talking to him. Sure, she seems to want to make an effort, but Connor knows her better than that. She probably hates him. He won’t blame her if she does. God knows he’s been a shit brother. He could say he’s been trying to work on it, but he’s not entirely sure if that’s true or not, considering he’s been shutting himself in his room when he doesn’t need to eat or go to school.

@nightmdic said you just don’t know who i am. (for jerome!)

He blinks. It’s not often that Jerome is caught so off guard, but apparently this doctor has managed to successfully confuse him. “You’re a doctor.” He says it like it’s obvious. “Unless you’ve got some sort’a double life you ain’t telling anyone about?” That would be interesting. He could use that as blackmail if he wanted to.

Jerome has never cared about manners in his life. He just grins in response and keeps staring for a while longer. “Sorry,” he says when he finally pulls his gaze up to Marie’s face. He doesn’t sound sorry at all. “Couldn’t help it.”

👀 / jerome (he’s probably being blatantly and rudely obvious about it, so uh. sorry marie)

She catches him out the corner of her eye, the wandering gaze enough to have brows furrowing, arms coming to a light cross at her chest as though utilizing them as a shield against his sight.

". . .It's rude to stare."

@notefinal

“Do I look like a cop to you?” He hopes not. Jerome hates cops. There’s more than one reason for it, but he’s not about to spill his guts to Marie. “Yeah, but I ain’t gonna get killed if I’m out here. You, on the other hand,” he grins, tapping his fingers against the pocket of his jacket, “it’s a possibility.” He won’t be the one to do it. Not tonight, at least.

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜  / jerome

"-Am I going to get in trouble for doing so?"

A broq quirks up at his words, shifting her stance as guard swiftly rises in their presence. It's dark, the sun having set quite a while ago, and she had simply been out just to obtain some more supplies - simple things obtained at a local store; bandages, minor medications.

"You shouldn't be either."

@notefinal

@hatigave said ‘ i’m not against the occasional light roleplay. ‘ for art from archie

Of all the things that Art was expecting to come out of Archie’s mouth, this was not one of them. He blinks, gaping at him for a moment while he tries to come up with something to say. “Uh.” He can practically feel his face heating up. “Good for you?” He cringes even as he says it, flushing an even deeper red. “Sorry. I don’t—. I don’t know what to say to that.” He doesn’t think he’s ever been this embarrassed in his entire life, and that’s saying something, considering what he’s been through.

He’s almost tempted to go find Cameron’s father and kill him anyway. Or at least give him a taste of Jerome’s insanity gas. He hasn’t gotten the chance to test the new batch yet, and he’s itching to try it out on a hapless citizen. Cameron’s dad isn’t a hapless citizen, but Jerome has to admit that it would be fun to see the asshole go insane. He nudges past Cameron to shove the window open and swings himself up and over the sill. “Box.”

He lands boots first on the carpeted floor. “Should be about yea big.” He holds out his gloved hands, giving Cameron a rough estimate of the box’s size. “Holler when ya find it.” In truth, Jerome is here for another reason. He’s got vials of Crane’s fear toxin in his jacket. Like Jerome’s insanity gas, the fear toxin was a new batch. Jerome had offered to test it for Crane on his next mission. It’s a simple matter of finding the house’s air ducts and chucking the vials into the ducts. And if Cameron gets caught in the crossfire, well, that’s one less criminal Jerome has to deal with.

Patricide? Cool.

"Pass, but I'll keep the offer in mind."

Not something that Cameron thought about on the daily - nope, nadda, negative. But seriously, if Jerome ever let the cat out of the bag, it's not like Junior really cares either way. Justified. Probably. Kids were supposed to be protected by their parents, not fear them. At least, that's what all those corny movies and TV shows he watched growing up led everyone to believe.

What a joke.

Speaking of that -- the locks he's got his hand hovering over suddenly shatter after a high pitched whine of ice coats them. Flash freezing done easy. With a low mutter, he steps inside slowly - careful to watch for anything or anyONE who might be lurking, "So what is it we're trying to find again?" He assumed weapons, or some kind of treat. Things were getting bad in Gotham, even for the Indian Hill monsters running around every so often.

Five, quite honestly, hasn’t been much of a heavy sleeper since he was thirteen. So when Klaus started making a racket downstairs, it wasn’t long before Five was up and pissed about it. He’s just glad Dolores didn’t wake up. She’s even worse than he is about getting woken up, and that’s saying something. He watches Klaus zip past on his roller skates and sighs heavily. “Klaus—.” Whatever he was going to say doesn’t make it into words, because Five just sighs again and shakes his head. If he’s up, he might as well make some coffee.

It doesn’t take him long to blink up to the kitchen and back down to the foyer with his newly acquired cup of coffee. He holds it in both hands, sipping at it as he watches Klaus. “Can I ask why you’re rollerskating around the foyer at three in the goddamn morning?” He settles against the wall and glares halfheartedly at Klaus, coffee cup still cradled in his hands. “And why do you have to be so loud about it?”

@notefinal sent: will you please sit down for two seconds?

"No thanks!" Klaus shouts as he rushes past his brother, nearly clipping his shoulder and running straight into the glass trophy case at the end of the room.

Klaus has always been a night owl, but these days he's more of a never sleeps owl. To be fair, it's not his fault. If he didn't have these piece of shit powers, he'd probably be tucked away all cozy in bed like Luther or Viktor or— well, not Five evidently, because Five is right here giving him the most adorable stink eye.

To be fair, this all used to be a hell of a lot easier when he was on a shitload of drugs. See, this shit never used to be a problem for the old Klaus! The old Klaus didn't need sleep; he could outrun any ghost if he was high enough, and either way he never slept if he could help it. Between being absolutely wired out of his mind and hopping from place to place before the police could catch him, Klaus Hargreeves had been in a perpetual state of motion for thirteen years.

But he's clean now, and that means with sobriety comes a whole new host of issues— biggest of all being that every goddamn time he closes his eyes, he's jumped by a million and one not-so-dearly-departed scumbags trying to hitch a ride with his unconscious.

So yeah, maybe he chugged an ungodly amount of redbull, and maybe he found his old roller skates in the playroom downstairs, and maybe zooming around the foyer and 3 o'clock in the morning is the only thing that seems to stop him from getting the caffeine jitters.

Not his fault Five is a light sleeper.

"If I sit down, I'll die!" He shouts during his next pass. "Don't worry— go back to bed, Five!"

Dodge doesn’t really know what to make of Credence. He likes him. He’s a good worker, and a hard worker. He seems to be the type of person that needs everyone to like him, although Dodge has tried to tell him that he doesn’t need to be that type of person a few times. He doesn’t know if it’s sunk in yet. He hadn’t been expecting him to be here, though. Maybe Anne had given him the day off and told him to go watch Dodge. Why she might’ve told Credence this, Dodge has no idea. He’s good at rodeo, but he doesn’t think he’s good enough to watch. He’s pretty sure that Anne would disagree, though.

He waves back as he walks over. “Why are you here?” He doesn’t think about how accusatory it sounds until it’s out of his mouth and then he winces a little. “Sorry.” He’s trying to be less suspicious of people following the end of Panic, but it’s hard when he’s spent the whole summer on edge. “It’s just—you don’t need to be here.” He’s never had an audience before. Even when he broke the state record, he didn’t have an audience. He doesn’t mind. It helps him focus better if there’s no one watching him.

BOY UNDERSTANDS THE NEED TO change shape and to begin again. He has done it before and will do so again. Now is no different when he takes up residence in another town that shall not hold him for long ( he has grown tired of moving, and longs for a place to put down roots and sink into the waiting earth. ) after all this time, he can still work       ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ HE CAN STILL BE GOOD FOR SOMETHING ! Dark eyes flicker across the open space of the rodeo as he rests his arms on the fence. It's not much for some, but to him, it is a fleeting joy not brutally stripped from his aching hands. That, and there is a particularly brave niffler trying to somehow undo and steal a freshly polished stirrup buckle from one of the saddles.

Credence almost has the creature safe and secure in his pocket when he appears in his line of vision. The niffler gets away from his hands, settling for a weak attempt at taking the button of his jeans with it as it slides down to the ground, IT'S SOMEHOW ALL WORTH IT. The wave Credence offers Dodge is weak, practised meticulously under the cover of safety of the barn loft ; it still feels all wrong.

@notefinal

Why are you like this? The question makes him scoff. Zoe should know why he’s like this. If she doesn’t, she’s a lot dumber than Connor thought. Not that he thinks Zoe’s dumb. Zoe’s a goddamn genius. She could probably get into Harvard if she wanted to. He won’t tell her that, but he thinks it’s true. “Seriously.” It’s not even a question, just a flat statement as he stares at her. “You’re asking me why I’m like this.” He scoffs again. “Damn. I thought you were smarter than that.”

His eyebrows go up before he can stop them. “Right.” Again, it’s just a flat, emotionless statement. “See, I might believe you if you hadn’t gone running to Evan fucking Hansen the second he started spouting bullshit about me.” He can feel himself getting worked up. Zoe doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of one of Connor’s outbursts, but she just might end up there anyway. “But you did, so.” He shrugs. “Forgive me for not believing you.”

@notefinal ( connor ) said: ❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

the sigh she lets out is that of a petulant teenager: pretty blue eyes rolling before her brother even finishes his sentence & zoe is certain that hell will freeze over before her brother is ever kinder to her [ she isn't one to talk though, she's never been particularly kind to him either, but the difference is that she's TRYING ] ❛ why are you like this? ❜ a genuine question, even if the answer isn't one she really wants. nails dig crescent shaped indents into the soft flesh of her arms, head shaking until brown curls fall in a curtain around her face.

❛ i'm just trying to be a better sister. ❜ it's said quietly, almost desperately — as if questioning why he has to rebuff her efforts like this, when she was doing her best to make things right. they'd never be a perfect family, she's accepted that, but she'd like to at least have a better relationship with her brother. even if she didn't truly deserve his forgiveness.

* MEME, always accepting.

@hatigave ( jackson )

“No, you’ve got to—here.” Gently, Ray nudges Jackson out of the way and stares down at the dismantled engine. “This goes here. Not there.” He points at the pieces he’s talking about and then glances at Jackson. “If you put that there,” he points again, this time to what Jackson is doing, “it’ll blow up.” And being blown up isn’t really something that Ray wants. Sometimes he thinks he should want to be dead, but he doesn’t. It’s weird. He’s gotten used to it, but he still thinks it’s weird. “And don’t put too much gas in her, either. Or else she’ll blow up.” He doesn’t really want to lose his boat. She was a gift from his mom before she died, and Ray doesn’t think he could stomach losing her. “Ok?”

@s-unfleur said it's too late. i'm front page news. / jerome + alexis

Even if Jerome wanted to, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Alexis was indeed front page news. He had the paper on the table waiting to be read, but he figured it’d be best to hear it from her. “That you are.” He’s grinning even wider than he thought possible, even with the way his smile is permanently stretched. “Why don’tcha tell me what you did? Make it like a bedtime story.” He pauses, giggling. “Or a porno. Whatever’s best.” He’ll tell Jeremiah the story later, once Alexis has gone. He’ll gloat about how she did it for him and not Jeremiah, because Alexis has always been more fascinated with Jerome. It’s a fact that thrills him and annoys Jeremiah to no end. Jerome always been the more entertaining twin, though. Jeremiah just needs to accept that he’s boring as shit and move on.

@s-unfleur said i’m not talking to you! / jeremiah + alexis

He blinks. “Well, seeing as we’re the only two people in the room, I don’t know who else you could be talking to.” He doesn’t see a phone in her hand. He also doesn’t see an earpiece in her ear. He doesn’t think Jerome is sophisticated enough to use earpieces, but regardless, he doesn’t see one. “Unless Jerome is hiding behind the curtain.” He wouldn’t put that past his brother, especially if Alexis is in the room. Jeremiah has no idea what she sees in him. He doesn’t know why she isn’t enthralled with him. Jeremiah is quite obviously the smarter twin. His plans are better, too. “I sincerely hope he isn’t, however. This is not a conversation for his ears.” No conversation between himself and Alexis is ever for Jerome’s ears, but he feels the need to reiterate it anyway, just in case Alexis didn’t know.

@s-unfleur said “ Don't lie to me. ” / jerome + alexis

The problem with telling Jerome Valeska not to lie is the fact that you might as well be telling a fish not to live in water. It won’t end well. He glances at Alexis and then away again. “I ain’t lyin’ to ya, Lex.” He’s just not telling her everything. “Come on, would I ever lie to ya?” He’s practically crooning, stepping up into her personal space to murmur the words into her ear. “I’d never lie. Not to you, Lexi. Never to you.” Granted, he is lying to her (sort of) but she doesn’t need to know that. And if she figures it out, Jerome will deal with the consequences later. He always does.

@s-unfleur asked “ why the aggression, huh? ” / jeremiah + alexis

He doesn’t know how to explain himself without sounding like a jealous teenager, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to do so, either. He doesn’t like that. Jeremiah prides himself on his ability to control his emotions. Being jealous is something that happens to other people, not him. Just because Jerome has somehow found himself a new fangirl shouldn’t bother him. Jerome has hundreds of fangirls, mostly members of his godawful cult. Jeremiah also has fangirls, but he likes to think his followers would gag at being called such a thing.

“I believe you’re mistaking me for my brother, Miss Kaye.” It’s not unsurprising. They do look alike, after all. “He’s the one prone to aggression. Not me.” He gives her the barest trace of a smile in an attempt to get his temper under control. “Now. What were you saying about the bank?”

@s-unfleur asked “ so, we gonna talk like grown-ups? ” / jeremiah + alexis

He can feel himself bristling at her words and he forces himself to calm down. It wouldn’t do any good to get upset with her. Alexis is a good henchwoman, even if she still hasn’t gotten over her senseless infatuation with Jerome. “I wasn’t aware that I was talking like a child.” He could care less what she was acting like, especially these days. “But by all means, continue carrying on like a chicken with its head cut off. I’m sure Jim won’t find us at all.” The sarcasm is palpable in his tone and normally he would try to disguise it, but he can’t bring himself to at the moment.

@s-unfleur said how dare you fucking ask me that. / jerome + alexis

He stares at her with a grin slowly unfurling across his face. He can’t help it. She’s pretty when she’s angry. “What?” His grin has morphed into a smirk in the two seconds it took for him to speak. “I can’t ask if you’ve got the hots for my brother?” He knows (hopes) she doesn’t. If she does, he might have to kill Jeremiah. “I ain’t gonna be upset, sweetheart.” Liar. “He ain’t a bad guy.” Liar. Again. Jeremiah can’t have Alexis. Jeremiah can’t have anything that Jerome has, if only because Jerome barely ever gets to have anything that’s truly his these days. He’s allowed to be possessive. “He’d take care of ya.”

@originhl continued from here

Eight hundred. Patrick doesn’t have eight hundred dollars. Patrick has, at most, one hundred dollars in his bank account. And that’s on a good day. He should’ve had more money in there, but the stupid Phil’s Tire Town people had taken his check when the court shit went through. It’s yet another reason Patrick hates Art. He can’t truly hate Art, not really, but sometimes he really, really doesn’t like him. And this is one of those times. “And if it’s not?” He’s hoping it’s not either of whatever it was that MJ had said. He doesn’t have eight hundred dollars. “Thanks. Should be fun.”