#Devil’s Backbone
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“Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done? I've fallen in love with a man on the run. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please—Don't take that sinner from me.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do? I've fallen for someone who's nothing like you. He's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone. Oh, I just wanna take him home. I just want to take him home.
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he's somewhere between a hangman's knot, and three mouths to feed. There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose. He did what he had to do. Oh, he did what he had to do.
Don't care if he's guilty. Don't care if he's not. He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please—Don't take that sinner from me.
Oh, don’t take that sinner from me.”
#vashwood#trigun#trigun stampede#OraclesAndOmens#Oracle’s Art#I have so many feelings about these hands…#Seriously#so many feelings#tristamp#Devil’s Backbone
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The pines, they often whisper
They whisper what no tongue can tell
He who drinks from the deep water
May he know the depths of the well
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➵Passerine
arthur morgan x f!reader, explicit, dark/heavy themes, ongoing
When a run-in with an O’Driscoll leads you to a fate worse than death, it’s up to Arthur to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
➵Devil's Backbone
arthur morgan x f!OC, explicit, longfic, ongoing
Limpany’s burning was a lot more than meets the eye. Deception, greed, and murder follow everyone touched by Leviticus Cornwall. A story where the Van der Linde gang gets even more inescapably involved in Cornwall’s dealings, with the survivor of the massacre at the heart of it all. Slow burn. Pre-Blackwater and beyond.
Chapter I : Limpany : I | II | III | IV | V
Chapter II: Diablo Ridge: I | II | III | IV | V
Chapter III: Owanjila: I | II | III | IV | V | VI
➵Seven Deadly Sins
arthur morgan x f!reader, explicit, complete
Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. Someone catches feelings along the way.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |
Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Drabbles/One-Shots
➵➵ arthur morgan x f!reader, explicit ➵➵
➵The Fine Art of Knot Tying I, II, III
➵In the French Way I, II
➵Gone Fishin'
➵Barely Hidden
➵NSFW Alphabet
➵Virtuous
➵Convalescence
➵Regret Me Not
➵In Sickness
➵Cleanliness and Godliness
➵Painted Ribbons
➵Anything You Can Do
➵Learning the Hard Way
➵Accounting and Other Arts
➵Caught
➵To Name a Vista
➵Pain Relief
➵Defying Conventions (ABO)
➵Mirror Image
➵Cartography
➵ Lookin' for Trouble
➵ Snowbound
➵ My Love and I Did Meet
➵ Stance
➵ Holy
#twolafic#seven deadly sins#red dead fanfic#red dead redemption 2#passerine#devil’s backbone#miniprompt#arthur morgan smut#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x reader#voluptatem
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Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part seven
It's so fun to relive this fic as I post it because when I tell y'all I've been writing it for MONTHS I mean it
Warnings: more unsub!Hotch in action
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Seven: I've fallen in love with a man on the run -- "Devil's Backbone" by The Civil Wars
A week later, you found yourself on the BAU jet once again -- awake this time, and headed to Florida. It was a run-of-the-mill case, nothing too special, but you remember it because of the call Rossi got when you landed.
“Really?” he asked, turning around, walking to the back of the plane. A smart move, to keep his face and expressions away from the rest of the team. “Alright. Do they know who did it?”
You shared a look with Morgan and Emily. Reid was listening intently, and JJ was typing furiously on her phone.
“What is going on?” you whispered.
Emily shrugged.
“Alright, okay. Thank you. Uh-huh. Bye.” Rossi returned to the main cabin and took everyone in. “Issac Holman is dead.”
“How?” Reid asked before you could say, who?
“He was beaten and shot in his home in Washington,” Rossi replied with a shrug. “They don’t know who did it. It looked personal, but he wasn’t liked in his neighborhood. It could’ve been anyone.”
“If they even try to look,” JJ added, gesturing with her phone. “I’m hearing that they saw it as a good riddance case.”
“Who are we talking about?” you asked.
“I think it was the year before you joined us,” Morgan said. “Holman murdered his friend’s family. Mom, dad, and a little girl.”
“Madison,” Reid said quietly.
“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask.
“Because he wanted to,” Rossi shrugged. “His words.”
“We found him when he was seconds away from killing another family,” Morgan continued. “He tried to create a hostage situation, but we got them out.”
“God,” you groaned. You found yourself not that upset that he was dead, but something still felt wrong. No one deserved to be brutally murdered, even if they had murdered a family. “Well. On to the next one.”
“Yep,” Emily nodded, exhaling. “Let’s go.”
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Hotch made sure to be long gone from Washington by the time the news broke about Issac’s death. He had another job to finish, one closer to Virginia, so he decided to stop back at his place near Quantico first.
He needed a rest after the drive to and from Washington. He needed to sleep for a full twenty-four hours if he wanted to feel awake again.
Before he could do that, though, he tossed everything in the washer.
Hotch’s phone remained on the kitchen counter, only a few texts from Rossi and one voicemail from him, too. He picked his phone up to listen.
“Aaron, hey-- I got a call a few minutes ago from a friend up in Washington. Issac Holman is dead. They think it happened last week, but they don’t have any suspects. Just thought I’d keep you in the loop. I hope you’re doing alright. Call me if you’re not. Bye.”
Unexpected, but fine. He should’ve known Rossi kept tabs on almost everyone.
He decided to call him back, regardless of if he answered. He needed to curb suspicions before they even began, so he dialed.
Dave didn’t pick up, so Hotch left a voicemail in return. “Hey Dave, got your voicemail. Thanks for keeping me updated, I hope they figure out what happened. Sorry I’ve missed you, I’ve been leaving my phone in random places around the house,” he chuckled. “Thanks again for checking in. Talk soon, bye.”
He ended the voicemail with surprising calmness. Indifference. How easy was that? This would be easier than he thought.
Once his laundry was done, he put it in the dryer, and then went to bed. He slept like the dead.
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Rossi listened to Hotch’s voicemail in the conference room of the police precinct in Sarosota, Florida. Hotch sounded good, better than Rossi was expecting, but not off the deep end, which left Rossi relieved.
You heard every word. Because Rossi wasn’t aware of how loud the speaker was, and you didn’t want to tell him. A foolish part of you wanted to hear Hotch’s voice. And he did sound good.
Hearing his voice made it all hit you like a ton of bricks. You missed him more than you previously thought. Everyone saw you missed him more than what felt normal, but no one mentioned it.
Rossi did, though, after he caught you listening to the voicemail. He gave you that typical Rossi smile.
“I know you miss him,” Rossi said, nudging your shoulder with his. “He sounds like he’s doing good.”
You nodded. “Good.”
“I know things ended…badly between you two,” Rossi started again, “but he’s going through a lot.”
You scoffed. “I know that.” But did he really have to end things with you so abruptly and fiercely? Like he wanted nothing to do with you in the first place?
Despite that, you don’t blame him. He lost his wife and child to a serial killer. They were divorced, sure, but should you really have been sleeping with him so soon? How much of this had you caused by not giving him more time?
Part of you wanted to apologize, but didn’t know if that was right. If you had the right to apologize.
“Do you think I could go see him?” you asked, not expecting an answer, but Rossi still gave you one.
“I think he’d like that,” Rossi smiled. “But I don’t know for sure. I can’t speak for him.”
“I know,” you said.
But you wanted to see him. Even if it was just to say you were sorry.
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Aaron woke after nearly eighteen hours of sleep. His head hurt like fucking hell. He needed painkillers. Or something.
He went stumbling into the bathroom, pawing open the medicine cabinet. He steeled his face when he saw the various vitamins and over-the-counter cold medicine from when Jack was here. Hotch grabbed them and tossed them aside. The bottles clanged loudly in the bathtub. Whatever.
Aaron found the Excedrin and wrenched the cap off, grabbing two and then a third. He swallowed them dry and shook his head, waking himself up.
He had plans for the day. He had a new unsub to catch.
This one was particularly disgusting. This unsub murdered his wife, nearly murdered their son, yet was never convicted, and even retained custody of their son after it all. The evidence, the profile -- none of it was enough.
Hotch needed to do some surveillance work first. He needed to make sure the son was nowhere near the home when he acted. He would never put a child through something like that.
Not like Foyet did to Jack.
Hotch smacked the doorframe of the bathroom as he left, hearing the wood crack underneath his force. He kept walking.
He threw his clothes in the dryer, surprised by how little blood was left on them. The few that weren’t redeemable, he threw in a separate trash bag to burn somewhere. At some point.
Back in his bedroom, he rummaged through his closet for a black shirt and dark blue jeans, preparing for a long day of surveillance.
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Strauss called Rossi on the third night of the Florida case, under the guise of a status report. It didn’t take long for Dave to realize what she really was calling for.
“He’s fine, Erin,” Dave chided lightly. “You could call him yourself.”
“I tried. It went to voicemail.”
“He’s been off his phone more, like you suggested,” Dave added. “I just talked to him a couple days ago. He said he’s been leaving his phone around the house instead of staying attached to it, which is a good thing, if I say so myself. Quit worrying.”
“Alright,” she conceded. “I do hope this time off helps him heal.”
“I think it already has,” Dave said.
“And you haven’t discussed any cases with him?”
“Nope.”
“Has anyone else?”
“I just told you he’s off his phone,” Dave paused to chuckle. Who knew Strauss would turn into an overbearing mother over Hotch. “No, Erin. No one has.”
“Good, good,” she said, pausing. “How are you?”
Dave smiled. “I’ll call you later.”
After hanging up with Strauss, Rossi decided to send a quick text to Hotch. Strauss is worrying. Give her a call when you can, would you?
Hotch replied about half an hour later. Just saw she called, about to call her back. I was out on a run
Rossi smiled, wishing he still had Strauss on the line so he could say See? He’s doing just fine.
+++
A day of surveillance taught Hotch a few things. 1. The unsub lives alone with his son. No other family members means no unnecessary casualties. 2. The unsub is home alone most of the day while his son is at school. Presumably working a remote job. 3. This will be easy.
Or so he thought, because the next day took a turn.
Everything went according to plan, until the unsub ruined it.
Hotch parked down the street. Went up to the unsub’s door, knocked. The unsub answered. Hotch, prompted, “I’m a retired FBI agent, Jason Gideon. I’m writing a book.”
The unsub’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed. “No you’re not,” he said.
Hotch narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I remember Jason,” the unsub laughed, good-natured. “You’re the other one, right? Morgan? No, Hotchner. That’s you. You were younger back then.”
Hotch was caught off guard from the start.
“You said you’re writing a book? Come on in.”
Hotch took the opportunity and went inside, joking with the unsub that he introduced himself as Gideon in case he recognized him.
“No hard feelings,” the unsub joked back. “Want something to drink?”
Hotch didn’t answer. The unsub made the mistake of walking ahead, giving Hotch ample time to smack the unsub on the back of the head with the butt of his gun.
The unsub went down to his knees with a groan, but quickly regained his footing, spinning around to stare wildly at Hotch. “What the fuck?”
“Shut up,” Hotch hissed, barreling closer and swinging a punch, but missing. The unsub bolted for the back door and Hotch followed.
“You’re crazy!” the unsub yelled, twisting the back door’s knob. It didn’t budge. “What the fuck!”
“You killed your wife!” Hotch yelled back, cornering him against the door. “And you kept the kid. Do you hit him too?”
The unsub stared, bewildered. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play stupid with me,” Hotch growled, grabbing the unsub’s shoulders and slamming his head back into the door, forming a dent. “You know what you did.”
In one sudden move, the unsub lurches forward, knocking his forehead against Hotch’s, causing the latter to stumble backward.
“Shit,” Hotch cussed, anger brewing closer to the breaking point. “Oh, you--”
The unsub yanked the back door open and ran, the door shutting behind him just long enough. By the time Hotch wrenched it open and sprinted into the backyard, the unsub was gone, hiding in the woods.
“Fuck!” Hotch screamed, the sound coming from his chest. Not only was he recognized, but the unsub got away. Once he got his hands on him--
But for the next two days, that didn’t happen. The unsub fled the home, but Hotch knew, at least, that he wouldn’t dare go to the police. Not if he was as guilty as Hotch knew he was.
+++
Once the Florida case was over and the jet touched back down in Quantico, you knew you had to visit Hotch.
With flowers in hand -- that you nearly threw away five times on the way because you thought you looked ridiculous -- you knocked on Aaron’s door, not expecting him to answer. If he didn’t you planned to leave the flowers on the welcome mat. Either way, you were here to drop off flowers, check in, and say goodbye. That was all.
Hotch answered the door, shock covering him when he laid eyes on you.
“Hi,” you said, holding up the flowers.
“Hi,” he echoed, standing in the doorway. “What can I do for you?”
You grimaced at the professional tone. “Just wanted to drop these off,” you handed him the bouquet. “And apologize for how things ended. For ratting you out.”
He shook his head. “It’s alright.”
“We miss you,” you said, smiling sadly. “But I hope you’re doing better.”
“I am,” he said, smiling softly. It almost looked too genuine, but you supposed that was a good thing. “And I’m sorry too.”
“It’s alright,” you echoed. “Don’t worry about it.”
And you left. Said something about how you just got back, didn’t get much sleep. He knew the drill. He said goodbye. And you left.
You left.
#unsub!hotch x fem!reader#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner x you#hotch x reader#unsub!hotch x reader#unsub!hotch#hotch x fem!reader#Devil’s Backbone
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Devil’s Backbone
Photography by David Velez
#davidvelez #david6of7 #photograph #originalcontent
#plant #unique #devilsbackbone #nature
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Well, I never did say I was perfect. At least I’m limiting myself to a couple of pints tonight.
Weekly running total by Wednesday Night:
Last week = 22
This week = 2
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horror sub-genres: gothic
#horror#horror movies#gothic horror#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror cinema#horror aesthetic#dracula#frankenstein#the masque of the red death#the fall of the house of usher#the old dark house#the others#the haunting#crimson peak#the devil's backbone#the bride of frankenstein#the uninvited#sleepy hollow#interview with the vampire#the orphanage#bram stoker's dracula#dragonwyck#gaslight#the woman in black#nosferatu#phantom of the opera#dr. jekyll and mr. hyde
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It’ll be a while when I’m ready to post Devil’s Backbone 2, but should I continue it on the original fic or start a new one? I don’t know which I prefer or what’s easiest for people to find
Let me know :)
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Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) // The Devil's Backbone (2001)
#shoujo kakumei utena#revolutionary girl utena#rgu#the devil's backbone#el espinazo del diablo#very reliable posts#watch the devil's backbone YES YOU THE GIRL READING THIS!#rgu spoilers
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Day 52 - Devil’s Backbone to URM Mile 35
Day 52 – Devil’s Backbone to URM Mile 35
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#adventure#Canoe#Cape Girardeau#Dale#Dale Sanders#Dan#Dan Faust#Devil’s Backbone#Faust#Kayak#Matt Briggs#Mississippi#Mississippi 2022#Mississippi River#Mississippi2022#outdoor#river#Sanders
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loveland ⛰colorado, june 2022
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I'm very late to be jumping on the bandwagon, but I'm so confused that some people are surprised that Guillermo del Toro, a person who helped create
a film where the protagonists are sheltering in an orphanage that's run by Republican loyalists and being targeted by Francisco Franco's bombs,
a film where the antagonists are occult Nazis (and Rasputin) who want to unleash eldritch beings upon the world,
a film where the major antagonist is a sociopathic Falangist captain who is hunting the Spanish Maquis, either murders or is responsible for the deaths of most of the rest of the cast, and might just be more monstrous than the child-eating monster with eyes in its' hands,
a book trilogy and a television series where one of the major antagonists is a Nazi, we're shown the wholly unsympathetic reasons for how and why he became a Nazi, he repeatedly targets, torments and tortures one of the major protagonists because he despises him for being Jewish, and in the final act of the story the vampires take over at least North America and put all the humans in camps to be farmed,
a film where the major antagonist is a cruel Colonel in the American army in the 1960s who tortures and plans to vivisect the imprisoned Amphibian Man, and is defied and thwarted by a mute woman, a Black woman, a gay man and a Russian spy,
and now a film where the characters suffer under the Italian Fascist regime, a little boy is forcibly recruited into the army alongside other children because he'll make 'the perfect soldier' and Mussolini is outright mocked to his face,
hates fascism???
Now where did that come from?????
#Guillermo del toro#I probably missed some other things he's done; apologies#The devil's backbone#Hellboy 2004#Pan's labyrinth#The strain#The shape of water#Pinocchio netflix#Pinocchio 2022
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Holy shit. My Devil’s Backbone stickers turned out so good! They are 4.4” tall with matte mirror effects. I meant for the effects to be on punisher but I really like it this way too! 🥹
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last line tag game
rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Got tagged by the lovely @morning-star-joy ! Here’s a snippet from the next chapter of Devil’s Backbone.
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“Have you ever raped a woman?”
Arthur stiffens in the saddle, then turns his entire torso to get the closest to facing you that he can.
“No. Why you askin’ that?”
“Seems like you’ve done everything else-” You retort back.
“Have I ever acted untoward to you?”
“No.” You try to push the intruding thoughts of Micah from your mind.
“Ain’t that type of degenerate.” He grumbles, “Sides, it wouldn’t speak highly of your smarts if you was out alone with a man who forces himself on women.”
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Hey beautifull, wanted to let you know that I’m entirely in love with devil’s backbone, I love the way this is going, thank you for sharing your talent here ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Awww anon, thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you love it 💛💛💛 It’s been a blast to write 🤩🤪
I’ll get back to updating it soon, I promise! Moving has been INSANE so I haven’t had free time to upload a new chapter, but hopefully tomorrow!
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"Years ago," Armand interrupted, "it wouldn't have mattered to me, all this."
"What do you mean?"
"But I don't want it to end now. I don't want to continue unless you-" His face changed slightly. Faint look of surprise. "I don't want you to die."
Daniel said nothing.
Eerie the stillness of this moment. Even with the plane riding the air currents gently. Armand sitting there, so self-contained, so patient, with the words belying the smooth calm of the voice.
"I'm not afraid, because you're here," Daniel said suddenly.
it's so hard to fully survive all the parts of this chapter
#devils minion#armandaniel#armand x daniel#armandiel#armand#daniel molloy#qotd#oh lord... oh lord what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you#he’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone#oh I just wanna take him home
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The Devil's Backbone (2021) | 《山河令》 Word of Honor (2021) | Dogfish, Mary Oliver | Between the rivers of happiness and sorrow my life flows, Viet Ha Tran
#hello!!!! (waves)#my gif#webweaving#gif#poems#poetry#mary oliver#guillermo del toro#dogfish#the devil's backbone#viet ha tran#between the rivers of happines and sorrow my life flows#word of honor#shan he ling#山河令#wen kexing#zhou zishu#wenzhou#cdramagifs#cdramaedit#cdrama#cdramanet#woh gifset#asiandramasource#gifset#asiandramanet#dailyasiandramas#wohedit#wohdaily#priestnet
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