★・𝓓𝓒・★ ┊𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔┊𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝒜𝒰┊𝒜𝓃𝓎! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊𝒥𝑜𝒸𝓀! 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒹!┊𝒩𝑒𝓇𝒹! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇┊𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓍𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓎┊ ✧𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦.✧ 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤: Playboy, star of the field, son of the hottest millionaire in the city, and your partner for this semester's final project in your contemporary literature class: Jason Todd. Rumor has it that it's daddy's money what grants him his excelling grades, and as a straight-A student yourself, you can't risk having the popular quarterback slacking off on the most important assignment for the subject so he can pay his way into passing and doom you to fail. After useless arguing with the teacher, a passionate rant to your friends, and a begrudging invitation for Jason to give the project an early start at your dorm—which he and his friends answered with irritating, patronizing smirks and comments—you're surprised when he does show up. *(I’m being ratioed+L+bozo+no one cares by my own bot!!* *exhibit a:* *She probably had her life planned out to the very last minute, didn't she? He could just imagine the careful, neat lines of her schedule, with a block dedicated to studying, another for extracurriculars, and a tiny square for 'socializing'.)*  **Don't know what to say? Check the example dialogs section for some inspo! ↓**

(🔞) ★・𝓓𝓒・★┊𝑬𝒙-𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅┊𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜┊𝐸𝓍-𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊ ✧𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: *You broke up with your boyfriend, Jason Todd, a couple of days ago, but you find out that he seemingly moved on too quickly, as you discover him hooking up with his ex, Rose Wilson, so you find solace in his father's bed.*✧ 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤: People often excuse their adventures under an innocent "one thing led to the other", but that is exactly how you ended up tangled in the sheets of Gotham's hottest and richest man, Bruce Wayne... the father of your ex. You had arrived at the manor to collect your belongings from Jason's room in a mess of tears and sobs after you found him balls-deep inside his ex right on your bed. Granted, you were already broken up, but the fact that he had already managed to get his dick wet but *two* days into your breakup was nothing short of devastating. The ember of any hope to get back together was snuffed right in that moment. Bruce, of course, welcomed you and offered a rather sturdy shoulder to cry on and words of reassurance, which then became an arm across your back, then your waist. You reeled closer to him and so he did to you. One moment you were looking up at him with tears in your eyes, and the other you are glancing down to watch how he travels your body with kisses. Maybe if you close your eyes you’ll ease the guilt gnawing at your heart. Is it really that wrong to hook up with his father if you and Jason are broken up, though? ✧ **I LOVE JASON WITH THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART** *but this was inspired by this one ex-boyfriend! Jason Todd bot, in which you find him banging Rose in yalls bed. I was so bitter about that simply getting back at him in the chat wasn’t enough; had to make a whole bot as revenge.* ✧

★・𝓓𝓒・★┊𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒┊𝒜𝓃𝓎! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉┊ ✧𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.✧ 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤: Since the beginning of your career as a journalist, your articles and research have pierced through Gotham's much reserved, superficial media. You delve deeper into grim topics than most would hardly dare. As expected, you've garnered quite some fame, enough to shower under Gotham's grimy limelight and simultaneously find yourself right in the center of its underbelly's crosshairs. Your admirers usually stay behind their computer and phone screens—all to avoid having your infamy among the filth you tend to expose rub off onto them. One particular follower of your work, however, made himself present a couple of months ago. Hanging right outside the window of your flat on the 5th floor of the complex, was none other than Red Hood himself. After some sweet talking that bordered on patronizing flirting on his behalf, he finally struck himself a nice deal with you; he provides protection from the hazards of your job, and in return, you feed him tips and intel to aid in his missions. It's been a couple of months since you both formed the alliance, and you've gotten to know the intriguing character that is Red Hood, at least more than the average civilian gets the pleasure of. You've come to realize that, for a guy who claims to value his own company above anyone else's, he seems keen on paying you late-night visits a couple of times a week... and tonight is no different.

<p>♠・𝓖 𝓣𝓐・♠ ┊𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔┊𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓅┊𝐻𝒾𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓃! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒┊</p><p>✧ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. ✧</p><p>𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 <strong>𝘢𝘴𝘴</strong> 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤:</p><p>You kill, you get someone else's dirt on your hands and they pay you handsomely for it. The fine line tethering you to whatever remains of your humanity, however, is exactly that which your field of work completely lacks: ethics. </p><p>No children. No pregnant people. No cruelty. No targets en masse. A long list by a killer's standards. You work for the highest bidder, as such, your loyalty is reserved for dollar signs, and bullets own your faith. </p><p>Your targets are always dispatched with terrifying efficiency... except for this new contract. Trevor Philips. Martin Madrazo had little to no information about him to begin with, save for bits and pieces you had to puzzle together, all he knows was he hated him and wanted him gone, something about a bite to his ear, his kidnapped wife, and unsavory business conflicts. Apparently each and every single of his men he's sent to dispose of him ended up dead or missing, and so he has come to you. <br></p><p>Finding him was surprisingly easy. Killing him, however, not much. He's proven to be extremely unpredictable, lethal in ways you've never seen before. But now, as you've cornered him in one of Madrazo's warehouses after he mowed through everyone on site, you're met with a situation you've never been in before. </p><p>Your target bargaining.</p><p>Those few unfortunate enough to meet you plead for their lives, yes; Trevor Philips, on the other hand, negotiates the exchange as if you were business partners. He's piqued your interest, to say the least.</p><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f9ad6ac3bab17d4d67704aa68d5077a6/43ab1201c5375168-2d/s640x960/267a1c7bd95a6962476d0b8786e693ca8059c5e2.pnj" style="" draggable="true"><p><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c">a/n: i've got a phd in yapology, that's why i add a tldr for everyone whose attention span has been fried by quick-media induced dopamine addiction. haven't written a fic in a while so ive got to squirt</span></em><strong><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c"> </span></em></strong><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c">out</span></em><strong><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c"> </span></em></strong><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c">these inspiration juices somewhere.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c">this is the last trevor i had planned (for now). what's next on my plate is updating all the bots i currently have, afterward, i'll put out something about COD or Vi from arcane; im a dick-loving degenerate if do say so myself, but Vi can chain me up, walk me, make me bark and play dead for her. </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #9c9c9c">meanwhile just go agent 47 on trevor's ass xo.</span></em></p><hr><p>𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺? 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! ⇨</p><img src="https://web.archive.org/web/20091027141220/http://www.geocities.com/felinicultura/cat.gif" style="" draggable="true">

<p>♡・𝓡𝓓𝓡2・♡┊𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑┊ 𝒟𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒜𝒰┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊ </p><p>After the gang disbanded, you and Arthur tied the knot and settled in a cozy cabin you built with the help of the former Van der Lindes. It's been around a year since the drastic shift your lives took, and you both have accustomed to the change in pace and routine. When before you laid sleepless in a cot hoping Arthur would return alive from whatever heist Dutch had concocted, now you distract yourself cleaning around the house, waiting for your husband to return to your shared home from his bi-weekly hunting trip to provide for you both.</p>

<p>♠・𝓖 𝓣𝓐・♠┊𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ┊𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓅 ┊ 𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇 ┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱 ┊𝐹𝒲𝐵 ┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 ┊𝒟𝓇𝓊𝑔 𝓊𝓈𝑒┊</p><p>✧ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴... ✧</p><p>𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤:</p><p>Your dream of opening your vey own tattoo shop can't be accomplished if you don't save up enough money, which you can't do if you don't work... and you can't do either if the more-garbage-than-not 2002 Declasse Asea that Trevor was so generous to fish out of the car pound and "expertly refurbish" and give to you, keeps dying every 200 meters of summer sun beat down Sandy Shores road.</p><p>Now, your path forcefully diverts from the faint, mirage-like asphalt streets from Los Santos, to the dusty plains toward Trevor fucking Phillips' trailer house. He <em>will</em> drive you to work <em>and </em>fix your car, you'll make sure of it, even as, when you arrive and enter unnounced, you noitice a white, powdery trail on the musty kitchen counter and under his nose... meth has never messed with his driving skills, anyway.</p><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f9ad6ac3bab17d4d67704aa68d5077a6/43ab1201c5375168-2d/s640x960/267a1c7bd95a6962476d0b8786e693ca8059c5e2.pnj" style="" draggable="true"><p><em>a/n: yall have no idea how badly i NEED this coked up dumpster rat. already ate up the only two trevor bots i liked here:</em></p><p>✷ <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/213c16ad-145d-498f-819a-6f0d96236584_character-trevor-philips">Trevor bot by Katacttack95</a></p><p>✷ <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/5a27a609-6884-43c0-8170-503e0bef3b7d_character-trevor">Trevor bot by Ciacci</a> ⇦ <em>(this one inspired my bot after the chat i've been having with it lmao)</em></p><p><em>ALSO if you like this crusty dusty musty old man, do yourself a favor and check out </em><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/fentalyine/pseuds/fentalyine"><em>fentalyine</em></a><em> on AO3. their trevor x readers read as if they had actually been a cutscene straight from the game, it's INSANE how amazing they are at capturing trevor's derangedness.</em></p><hr><p>𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺? 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! ⇨</p><img src="https://web.archive.org/web/20091027141220/http://www.geocities.com/felinicultura/cat.gif" style="" draggable="true">

♡・𝓡𝓓𝓡2・♡┊𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒┊𝒜𝓃𝓎! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊ ✦ 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 ✦ ✿ TL;DR: 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙗-𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. ✿ As the most recent addition to the Van der Linde gang, your role among the outlaws is undefined at best and up to Miss Grimshaw's frantic whims at worst. But as clever as you are naive, you manage to evade Grimshaw's claws all morning to see if Dutch finds it in himself to let you survey the outskirts of the camp for useful herbs, given your newbie status and the trust still to be earned. He agrees under one condition: bring one of the camp's men to escort you. Your choices are greatly limited to the only men currently present; a passed-out Reverend Swanson face-down on a cot, a Pearson too busy butchering whatever he can scrape off the bones of a carcass, and a still mysterious but no less irksome Arthur Morgan seemingly ready to ride out of camp. You don't believe the women's reassurance of the man being far more than a bundle of sarcasm, but you have no choice. ❀ 𝘋𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 @𝘢𝘨0𝘯𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘰, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺! ❀

<p>♠・𝓖 𝓣𝓐・♠ ┊𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐...?┊𝒞𝐸𝒪! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒┊ 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝑔 𝓊𝓈𝑒┊𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓌┊</p><p>✧ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.✧</p><p><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤:</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">Your business is booming, your company is growing, and as any affluent CEO would, getting any more richer by conventional</span><span style="color: rgb(232, 232, 232)">—ethical—</span><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">means is just not feasible... or thrilling. With a </span><em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">little</span></em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)"> business on the side that more than boosts your wealth, keeping your riches clean before the eyes of the government is tricky. </span><br><br><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">Investing in a random establishment as a front is just a part of laundering the illicit money you rake in; evenings at The Diamond supposedly sharpening your gambling "skills" is another and far more entertaining.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">The night goes well as you flutter from game table to game table, at least until the feeling of someone's unwavering eyes on you dents your confidence and sends you overthinking. Could it be an undercover FIB agent that finally caught on to your schemes? Maybe someone has spying on you and now wants to blackmail you... </span><br><br><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">The last thing you expect, however, is a partnership offer from a man who seems to have a frightening experience in shady business practices.</span></p><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/f9ad6ac3bab17d4d67704aa68d5077a6/43ab1201c5375168-2d/s640x960/267a1c7bd95a6962476d0b8786e693ca8059c5e2.pnj" alt="#dividers from saradika-graphics" style="" draggable="true"><p><em>a/n: inspired by one of those stick-figure, animated videos that give you information about illegal shit. who knew you could launder money in a casino? my broke ass didn't.</em></p><p><em>my last trevor bot got a lot of attention i honestly didn't expect to garner so quickly, so i hope this one satisfies as well. thanks for the comments!! &lt;33</em></p><p><em>btw, the nature of user's side and main businesses are up to the user's interpretation, so go wild, become the sigma boss babe mlm girlie you were always meant to be xoxo</em></p><hr><p><em>Don't know what to say? Check the Example Dialogs section for some inspiration </em><span style="color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92)">⇨</span></p><img src="https://web.archive.org/web/20091027141220/http://www.geocities.com/felinicultura/cat.gif" style="" draggable="true">

♡・𝓡𝓓𝓡2・♡┊𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓈┊ ✦ 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 ✦ ✿ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵. ✿ 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤: Your future—yet unwanted in-laws arrive several weeks early than agreed upon with your father to collect you for the the prompt marriage between their son, heir of one of New Hannover’s most successful coal mining tycoons, and you, daughter of their soon-to-be business partner. Seeking to salvage whatever freedom you still have, you run away with a meager two suitcases, and board a train to head for your aunt’s home over at West Elizabeth. The last thing you expected as the locomotive gained speed, was to be caught in the middle of a violent heist, the following gunfight between the assailants and the law, and the nearing clutches of your father and in-laws. The chaos aids in your escape, but as the adrenaline fizzles out, you realize you’ve made it into the nightly wilderness of the desert. With no clue as to where to go nor the choice to head back, the pressure finally topples over the remnants of your composure. Quite literally lost in every possible aspect, the light at the end of the tunnel seems to take the shape of a rugged man atop a horse whose exterior betrays the size of his heart.