@motorhcad-archive / motorhcad-archive.tumblr.com
– ‘ ‘ What do you MEAN you eat your BURGER without the PEEL ? … ‘ ‘ Bites into said burger with the wrapping still around it . oh no .
“I do. I jus save it for last.”
She pops the ball of paper and tinfoil into her mouth like a little candy.
Holly Black, Black Heart
EVANGELION ,Ikebukuro
Karla Souza photographed by Rick Bhatia.
✘ would you say goodbye to the cool pacific rim shit if it meant you got your flesh limbs back?
✘ 2/10
“If you asked me a couple years ago? I probably would. I, uh...”
She looks off to the side, fingers drumming on her thigh. Her lips purse, as if she’d tasted something unpleasantly sour.
“Used to take a lot of issue with being half metal, let’s put it that way. But it’s kinda a lifestyle anymore. So the answer’s no. I couldn’t go back at this point.”
“Besides, I’d probably just manage to lose ‘em again...”
✘ Has Kaiser ever crashed?
✘ 1/10
“Craaashed? I mean, he’s had to trade paint with a few assholes, and I’ve had to refresh his panels before, but I wouldn’t say we’ve ever been in a wreck, exactly. You don’t just come out of every aggressive race clean. But he’s never been hit, just pushed around.”
“And even if I somehow managed to roll him, we’d both come out of it fine.”
Scarlet.
Key words: passion, intense, flames.
A love that lights you on fire. You don't do anything by halves, and this is doubly true when it comes to love. You're an incredibly intense and complex person. Your ideal partner is somebody who can match your intensity and feed the flame that keeps you interested in things. Most likely to be great in bed and to break hearts without meaning to, you've probably had few 'casual' relationships and tend to love with your whole heart.
Best matched with: Scarlet, Mulberry, Peacock
Swiped from @cedarscentedofficer , just take it y’all
Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!
– “ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 , “ 𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙎 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀 , Would a heavy exhale escape her in such fashion once again . Arms stay crossed lazily over broad chest , EACH GESTURE remains expectant && near IMPATIENT . H u f f i n g & P u f f i n g about with that WELL KNOWN Annoyance in her tone . – “ 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 . “ As though whatever they had REQUESTED would have been much more like a BOTHER than just a simple favor - - - then again how often would the Brunette be SEEN oh ! so IRKED by just uncomplicated question , LET ALONE to be asked for PROPER H E L P . A clawed hand shifts slow only to be placed ‘pon the back of a scarred neck , squeezing pale skin with force just enough to SEEMINGLY ‘ ‘ snap ‘ ‘ out of her current thoughts , easing her mind if only so much as a little . – “ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲’ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ? “
– CLAWS MORE THAN HANDS fold themselves on the wooden tabletop, tacky with dust and aging varnish. Her own impatient tapping leaves pockmarks through to the wood, lip sneering over a growing fang. 🙶Your job would be easier if you'd listen to me when I'm talking to you,🙷 oni half spits. The two might look to be same sided magnets, for how they refuse eye contact. 🙶I said I just needed a little blood. You're acting like it's a huge deal when it's not.🙷
Eyes narrow, more to crescents than slits; as much as it APPARENTLY irked Annie to be asked for help, it ARGUABLY irked Emma MORE to ask for it. 🙶If you're still pissed about what happened at the lake, you're bein' childish.🙷
megxlo:
That’s…fucking ridiculous. [ Meant in the nicest possible way, and it’s clear in the just-about-restrained excitement in Jean’s voice. ] Is this common on Keftan?
[ If he hadn’t gotten that introduction, Jean would be more than a little startled to see Emma’s lack of focus on the road, especially as she closes her eyes. And this is the man who, only a few weeks ago, had committed grand theft auto with only one functional arm and a pneumothorax. Seems he’s only comfortable with driving dangerously when he’s behind the wheel. ]
[ Only this isn’t dangerous. Jean doesn’t even notice how fast they’re going until he tears his eyes away from Emma and looks at the world outside the car, dark and blurring with speed. So as much as his instincts are screaming at him to slow them down, somehow, he relaxes into the chair - apparently reassured that Kaiser isn’t going to eject him again. ]
[ Jean’s stopped taking it personally. Probably. ]
[ He has no intention of talking about prison any more, especially as Emma tenses, and especially as she rolls the window down. The roar of the wind makes him shy away for a moment, before he realises why she’s doing this, and leans one shoulder out of the car’s porthole with the tag in his hand. It’s a shame that he’s on the right side of the car for once, since he’s got plenty more strength in his other arm, but he underarms the tag with all the force he can muster. ]
Don’t need you to!
[ And it goes sailing over the fence, just about visible as they tear away from it. There’s no way they’re ever going to be able to hear the splash, especially over the sound of the air ripping past them, but he can only assume it happened. ]
Her sharp grin is too full of pride. “Rigging? I mean it’s around, but I wouldn’t call it common. Only people that have it basically live in their cars. Usually it’s too expensive.” Rigging into a vehicle or machine in itself was plenty legal, but Kaiser himself? Nooot so much. Too many of her precious car’s secrets are over the line.
Emma keeps him exceptionally steady as Jean leans himself nearly half out the window, her actual eyes watching him hurl his damned ankle tag over the side. It disappears quickly into the speed, and she lets out a whoop that disappears into it as well, Kaiser even throwing up a little confetti fall on the dash monitor. Seems he’s stopped taking it personally too. But maybe he’s just glad the tag is taken care of. It’s unclear.
Once Jean settles back into the seat, the window rolls back up on its own, and they return to that displaced luxury quiet. The wind was strong enough to get so far in it’s pulled at Emma’s hair, leaving her with even more of a wild child look than she has at a default. Her grin is triumphant for Jean. “So how did that feel? Good as it looked from here?” A short cackle, dying out as she settles back into her seat, leaned back, one arm all the way out to sit on the wheel. “Alright, I w’s pissed at first, but now I’m almost glad you had that damn thing on. Now I want one to chuck in the river.” Just anything for a thrill, huh?
"I've never had a problem with these little grey bitches, but maybe I should have Damian put something lethal in my middle fingers. Just in case."
megxlo:
[ Jean had been feeling out of his depth back in the bar where they’d met. That feeling only increases with every new development - with seeing Kaiser in the flesh (figuratively speaking), with Emma cracking the tag off his ankle, and now this. His attention is wrenched away from where it had been glued, magpie-like, to all the pretty lights and switches in the car’s interior, as they pull over. ]
[ He’s maybe staring a little too hard as Emma bares her back, out of pure interest in whatever augmentations she’s got going on - but she might not know that. Behind the mask, his eyes light up as he sees the port, because oh my god she’s about to plug herself into her fucking car, and also because he’s wondering what other similar things are being done on Keftan - and he’s wondering where the hell he can sign up. ]
[ It took a long time for him to commit to the idea of not being fully human anymore, but now it seems like he’s embracing it. ]
Holy shit, [ is all he says at first, and it encapsulates his feelings perfectly. This is definitely cheating. If the other racers found out, he’s sure the rules would be modified posthaste to outlaw plugging your brain into your car. ] Do you even need to steer?
[ Alright. Stop staring. Jean tears himself away from Emma to look down at the closed tag he’s holding with a hand on either side, as though he’s about to crown somebody with it. ] I can’t complain. Better than going back to prison. But yeah, let’s hope, shall we?
There’s a different feeling for a lecherous stare from an awestruck one. It’s not that she can see his face, she’s not even looking, it’s that she can feel his eyes. You gain a certain kind of intuition, being a woman with her kind of lifestyle. So with only a vaguely different sort of pride, she wears the metal in her skin before the skin itself. Tugging on her collar, the largest jack pokes over the top of the back of it, and when she leans back, there’s a slot in the seat waiting for everything to settle in.
“I totally don’t.” Her hands come up, and on this slightly emptier stretch of road, she swerves gently inside the lane, wheel turning itself. She even closes her eyes and turns her face up towards the roof, but only for a moment. “I can see through cameras in the grille, and I can... feel? The radars. It’s really wild trying to explain it, but it’s like. Static around a phantom limb.” That should be a well translated analogy. “Some people just cocoon up and turn themselves into a vegetable while they drive, but I prefer to still kinda be in my own body.”
Her hands rest back on the wheel, and Jean might not believe the speedometer, or how quickly the scenery passes outside, with how smooth and disconnected everything still feels. But Emma is tense, as if she were putting effort to keep her balance in the seat. Tenser, as he speaks of prison, brow turning down. “Yeah, that’s true enough...” She wonders how many limbs he was missing when he served his time. And if they took them.
The road they’re on turns out into something wider, and when Emma starts to roll the window down, the effect is akin to opening an airlock. There’s an explosion of sound, and suddenly, the numbers on the dash are believable. There’s more than just a small river in front of them, but a multitude of reservoirs. “Make sure you get it over the fence, because I am not coming back for it!” Emma raises her voice over the sudden wind with enthusiasm, enjoying a bit of sticking it to the man a bit too much.
