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derelictheretic · 2 years

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"Long time no see Johnny! The new place is nice, very country chic; how have you been? Did you miss me?"

John is speechless; shocked, stunned. Angry—Oh yes, he's angry. It's a low heat kind of anger, those green eyes shine and twinkle, squinting at him like a fox from the shrubbery and causing a pit of anxiety to swell in his stomach. Her painted lips are twisted into a wide smile, it's gorgeous—hideous; filled with insincerity and the promise of harm and his skin trembles at the memory of them. How the fuck was she here? Why now? No, he knew why, this was what she did; show up exactly when it was most inconvenient and spin his perfectly calculated plans into chaos just for her own amusement.

"Hardly long enough—how did you find me?" He mutters warily, eyes squinting as she moseyed up his front porch. The sound of her boots hitting the hard wood was grating and he could feel his blood sizzling in his veins—Get off my porch. Get off my property.

"You buy up half of this little County and think you're staying under the radar sweetheart? Come on now don't be dull, invite me in; offer me a drink, your manners as a host haven't gotten any better—" Heather scoffs, gesturing behind her with a wide swing of her arm before she rests her hand on the doorframe. John's spine goes rigid as she moves to step inside.

No, absolutely fucking not.

"If you step one foot inside my home I will shoot you," He snarls—bares his teeth, grips the back of the couch and thrusts a threatening finger in her direction. It all feels so familiar and that heat rises as he realises she's getting to him, just like she always did; worming her way under his skin and making him revert back to that mess of a man he was in Georgia. He can't let her in, not after all the progress he'd made, not after all this time. Once she was in, much like a locus, she would stay—infest every nook and cranny of his home and he'd be deprived of his sanctuary. Again.

Heather freezes and for a moment she looks impressed. Then she's smiling again, foot planted back on the ground and hand resting on her hip. Her expression twisting into one of amusement; as if he'd simply threatened to graffiti her car and not take her life.

"Well that's not very polite Johnny, what would your dear mother say about you being so rude," She tuts, condescension dripping from her pouting lips as she shakes her head at him. John's blood boils at the words, so easily digging into old wounds he'd attempted to carve out of himself time and time again.

How dare she—How fucking dare she.

And just like that he was ignited, like a broken matchstick, just how she wanted him.

Felt like doing a proper piece for Heather and what better moment to capture then her showing up uninvited to John's Ranch! At this point they haven't seen each other for well over a decade and the events of the game are very close to starting off so stress levels are high for John and Heather is here to make it so much worse <3

(for tagging purposes this is not ship art they are going to kill each other and not in the fun sexy enemies to lovers way but more in the friends to lovers to enemies to mutual utter and total destruction way <3)

(also bonus close up of Heather bc tumblr hates quality and the bg by itself bc I thought it was sexy)

#Far Cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #nadine doodles #nadine writes #throwing in the writing snippet bc I have been tagged in wip stuff and just haven't had the energy lol #I also tried a new shading style for this piece! not completely sure how I feel bout it but it's nice #once again I have too much fun with these two and their interactions #John goes grumpy manchild mode and Heather goes condescending bitch mode we love it <333

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derelictdumbass · 1 year

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Under The Bleachers

Pairing: Salvador Hale x Razahir 'Raze' Khemse

Summary: Salvador is enjoying a moment away from the madness and Raze comes to drag him right back in.

Words: 1, 267

Cheering roared in the humid night air, Salvador felt suffocated by the chorus of screams assaulting his delicate eardrums; yet he did nothing to remove himself from his spot huddled under a stadium's bleacher. His heart thrummed in time with the field band's drummer, honey gold eyes watching the red clad figures in awe. He shouldn't be here, there was no reason for him to be. It was in fact very stupid for him to be out in the open on his own, but if there was one thing certain about the Lycan it was that no matter how many years past his curiosity and wonder never wavered.

He'd always been enamoured with festivals, carnivals and parties and any event that promised music and large crowds indulging in humanity's creativity and joy. It allowed him to hide, be a passerby in the sea of hundreds and disappear into the fleeting delusion of normalcy. Something he wasn't alone in craving.

Electricity runs through the metal of the scaffolding Salvador's hands are clinging to, a magnetic hum racing through his veins as the festivities crescendo. Colourful lights and wondrous sounds overwhelm his senses and for a moment he closes his eyes, allowing himself to fade into the background and melt away into the moment. It felt like freedom, warmth and welcome all wrapped up in a joyous cacophony of screams and music.

"Salvador."

A gentle and comforting familiarity drips from the lips that speak his name into the air, close to his back and fanned over his hair like a summer breeze. Salvador starts turning before he's opened his eyes, letting the vision of his close friend and commander engulf his view when he does. He easily surrenders to the depth of Raze's presence with little complaint, head tilting upward to meet the dark pools of his eyes, ever so intense yet drenched in care as they take him in.

"I'm meant to be back already, aren't I?" Salvador is sheepish as he speaks, hushed as he smiles and lets his hands drop to his side.

"About a half hour ago." Raze confirms his query with a stern frown. He crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head up as he keeps his eyes locked with Salvador's, a reprimanding pose matched with an unimpressed gaze. Something that would have the younger Lycans bowing their heads and tucking their tails between their legs, but it only made Salvador grin.

He knew it wasn't disappointment or anger but rather worry for his safety.

"I'm surprised you waited so long to find me." Salvador can't help but tease, stepping around Raze's hulking frame, ducking under the bleachers and side stepping out of the passageway he'd snuck in through. His coat caught only for a moment on the wire fence as he stepped out onto the grass.

"Lucian told me to let you be, so I did." Raze explains shortly, having to duck more intensely to get under and out of the poorly hidden hole. The fence shakes as Raze's shoulders drag against it and Salvador runs his fingers along the cold metal with a small hum.

"For half an hour?" Salvador asks, glancing over his shoulder to watch Raze purse his lips.

He nods curtly and pulls his mouth into a tight line. It was as if he wanted to say more but he refrained. Salvador caught himself watching Raze's mouth relax, the street lamps light catching on his bottom lip and illuminating some planes of his dark skin. It was mesmerising, of course it was, for a man foolishly lovesick with his friend anything he did was breathtaking in any lighting. Although he did wish he had more chances to see him in the sunlight, the warm golden glow would surely make him look akin to those angels he'd read so much about.

Maybe he was biased in that thought but he was sure it was true.

"I'm sorry I worried you," Salvador says softly, walking after Raze after allowing him ahead of him. They set off down the street, each side lined with dozens of parked cars reflecting the moonlight and street lamps. The ground was wet from a midday shower and now every reflection of light caught on the small pools of midnight looked like pieces of the night sky had fallen into them. Salvador made a point to step in each one, the disturbance of his boots causing ripples and droplets to land elsewhere and create even smaller pools on the ground.

They walk a ways in silence before Raze speaks up.

"I know you can handle yourself." Raze looks straight ahead as he speaks and Salvador watches the muscles in his jaw move under his skin from over his broad shoulder. He knew even if he was worried sick he'd not let it show, too obviously anyway—but there were always small tells Salvador's eyes would never miss.

"Even so…"

"The time is drawing close, I want you in my sight until this is all over." Raze steps over the topic, turning it to the ever looming fight ahead of them. All their hard work and years spent in hiding was coming to a head, culminating to the point of no return. Salvador felt the anxiety he had been running from creeping back up his spine, coiling around his throat and strangling any words he could have thought to say down.

His head falls, just enough for his eyes to land on Raze's large hand. He reaches for it instinctively, his fingertips only grazing the side before Raze reaches back and intertwines their fingers. His hand consumes his own, his gentle yet firm hold comforting in a way nothing else in the world was. No festivities or encouraging words from Lucian could quell Salvador's dread in the way Raze did.

His one fear was not having his hand to hold one day, losing Raze to the bloodshed would be something he couldn't bear.

"I'll stay by your side until the end, however near or far it may be." Salvador mutters, eyes stuck on their hands as he traces each pore and line in Raze's skin. He meant it, no matter how often he liked to slip away and pretend he wasn't in the midst of the war they were in, he would always come right back to Raze. Raze never went into a fight without him on his heels and it'd stay like that until Salvador took his last breath. Or until Raze took his.

Of course he shared that loyalty and devotion for their leader but it was more familial in intention. They were all like a family truly, but it was always true to have favouritism no matter the circumstance and no matter how Salvador tried not to show it. Though with how Lucian teased him during quieter moments he supposed he wasn't hiding it too well.

"May it be very far, Salvador." Raze matches his sombre tone, squeezing his hand in his as they turn the corner. Salvador lifts his head and catches the tense expression on Raze's face, similar worries to his own no doubt pressing down on him. There was no promise any of them would survive this, but there wasn't much life hiding underground and in the shadows so it was the only road they had to walk. Salvador slips his other hand around Raze's forearm, resting his temple against his bicep and letting Raze lead him down the sidewalk.

Until the time came he could cherish small moments like this and appreciate he got the chance to live them at all.

#Underworld Tag #nadine writes #si/oc: Salvador Hale #ship: To My Last Breath #the ship name is a wip I haven't settled on it yet but this is good for now #so those gay hounds huh. got that secretly mutually requited feelings thing goin on yeah #gay content be upon ye

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perfectquote · 7 days

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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quotefeeling · 11 months

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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i-am-thornqueen · 10 months

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I emailed one of my fave real world authors (Nadine Mutas) this morning to tell her that I love her series, I adore her writing, that I proudly and shamelessly own every single one of the physical books AND the audiobooks and she actually emailed me back????? And she was so nice?????? And she's offering to send me autographed book plates??????

Holy shit, guys, if you ever find a real life author you love, take a chance on sending them an email letting them know you love their work! Sometimes they might write you back! ❤

#Nadine Mutas #Love and Magic #authors #writing #honestly this is the power of commenting

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perfeqt · 8 days

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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perfectfeelings · 4 months

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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resqectable · 7 months

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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thoughtkick · 1 year

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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Nadine Gordimer, “A Bolter and the Invincible Summer”, London Magazine

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months

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Leo Tolstoy. Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Marcel Proust. Walt Whitman. Alan Wilson Watts. Czeslaw Milosz. Nadine Gordimer. Elias Canetti. Banana Yoshimoto. Kenzaburō Ōe. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Alexandre Dumas.