call me out;

[celluloids]

muselist favourites click for elaboration connections person-to-person. the need for companionship and/or contact. truths; forced, coerced, or drawn out through work and trust. bonding, literal or metaphorical. soulmate aus. corruption manipulation. deliberately making another worse to suit one's goals. learning to love it. embracing your new self. alternatively, redemption if the character has already been corrupted, and knowing you can never go home. environment weather events, e.g. rain, snow, fog. hunkering down during a natural disaster. stargazing; camping; being out in, observing, or participating with cityscape or nature. imprisonment locked away with only yourself, your thoughts, your body, your mind. another person. forced proximity, no escape. do you try to retain your humanity? gain it? do you try to form a bond? do you fight? fuck? or do you just give up? loyalty whether kink or not. co-dependency. dedicating oneself to another unquestioningly. being someone's protector, attack dog, devotee. metaphysicality dreamscapes, mindscapes. where the physical doesn't apply. where something is off. where you can shape your own world; where you are left with absolutely nothing, stripped down to your barest essentials. raw. morality what is it to be a good person? what is it to be good to one another? is it something to strive for? what if you've been hurt? what if it's more work than it's worth? is it enough to try, or do you need to actually do? tattoos deliberate marking, commitment, hidden meanings, permanency, pain.

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[carabinier]

[ New observation: this guy is not a total pushover.

It had seemed like it, at first. Most people don't stop to help someone they've bumped in the street, especially not when the weather is foul. It's the easy marking of a sap, someone he can guilt and cajole into getting what he wants. But that smallest hint of pushback — he was on his way somewhere else, that Pete can't bully him into getting exactly what he wants — has him reassessing. Do not push his luck.

So he won't. He just inclines his chin slightly in acknowledgement, smile softer now. Less animated. Less larger-than-life, and more like within the normal confines thereof. ]

Don't mind at all. [ A little shoulder pat before he withdraws his hand, properly shouldering his bag again. Oh, it's so wet. This is going to be bad. But he's doing the best he can about it right now, so that's just going to have to do. ] Beggars can't be choosers, right? Literally, in this case.

[ A laugh. It's a joke, before switching to proper, full-blown sincerity. ]

Like I said, I appreciate it. Really.