❝ TELL YOU WHAT ——— i’m reasonable . how about a nice bowl of milk for doing this one thing? ❞
@revulsicn .
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>> ⚔️ << HE SIGHS, HOLDING UP A FREE HAND while the other reaches back to put away the SILVER sword that had been within his other hand. he had no qualms here. ❝ CALM YOURSELF. the blade is not for you. might have been but it no longer is YOUR concern. ❞
@revulsicn ( for mia !! ) liked for a short starter !!
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 , the dangerous mindset of the punisher resting idly by like a shadow in the dim streetlight . unsteadiness vows discontent but he is as ADAMANT as he is stubborn in the resounding no that sounds from his lips .
❛ already told ya once madani --- i’m not your one man firing squad ❜ @revulsicn for madani
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@revulsicn / sc.
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 ? when the whole world had gone to shit and people had started eating each other , frank had been on the road , trying ( and arguably failing ) to move on with his life . a lot had happened since then . frank , being frank , had done his best to help people who needed it along the way , and frank being frank , never stayed with them for long .
then the longer into this whole thing everyone got , the less he crossed paths with others . people got more CAREFUL , stayed in groups , avoided strangers like they were infected , and for good reason . hell , the past couple of months , he’s barely even spoken a couple of sentences out loud , and all had been to himself , or the poor son of a bitches who’d turned that he’d put out of their misery , or all the assholes he’d killed who thought they could just do whatever the hell they wanted now that they thought there was no one left to STOP them ...
so what were the odds that now , after more than a year , he would suddenly cross paths with a familiar face from before this whole thing started ?
his gun had been raised instinctively before registering who it was; though as his gaze fell upon the other’s face , he FROZE , blinking in surprise , recognition finally finding it’s way to his eyes as a quiet breath of a laugh left him . ❛❛ christ ... ❜❜ he muttered under his breath in disbelief , lowering his gun , brows furrowing and eyes narrowing slightly as if to ask how the hell ? though instead he said ; ❛❛ never thought i’d see you again . ❜❜
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@revulsicn said : you wouldn’t leave the gang , right ?
❝ 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 we’re going to stop being friends i just..... this is a very good opportunity shaggy. i can’t pass it up. ❞ there’s a KNOT IN HER STOMACH that she 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 when she had planned this announcement. slim hands wring together, smooth over non-existent wrinkles in her skirt. a small smile plays upon her lips, perhaps a touch watery, but there’s no denying the undercurrent of excitement beneath. the resolve. ❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 really loved the video FRED AND I sent in, they want to pick us up for an entire season. can you imagine? 𝚒’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚟. ❞
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❛ 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃 ❜ arrogance floats across the features of a man that knows all too well what he’s capable of , ❛ it sounds to me like you might have bitten off more than you can chew , madani ❜ @revulsicn for dinah !
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“SOMETIMES YOU WIN, and sometimes you learn.” @revulsicn
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@revulsicn liked this for a starter » arthur & molly.
“ how ‘bout you calm down a little an’ then try an’ spit out what you’re tryin’ to tell me. maybe . . . put the bottle down ? that surely won’t be helpin’ you any, miss o’ shea. “
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@revulsicn sent: “stay with me.” from mio @ jonas!
‘ ...yeah. for now. ‘ his voicemail was starting to get clogged up with messages from his dad and alex asking when he was going to come home, but he only continued to ignore them. it was easier to stay with her where he could block it all out. ‘ i was worried you’d be sick of me always hanging around. ‘
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BATTERED BODY AND BLOODIED LIP , a pitiful sight to behold in the dead of night as he stumbles his way to her door . aaron’s mouth had always been quicker than his brain , logic out of the window when survival instinct should be taking over . perhaps his craving for control has ( ironically ) gotten out of control and now , despite morbidly enjoying the sharp ache singing in his ribcage , he fears the unsettling realisation of actually being alive . all it had taken was three drunk guys , a fourth one nervously on the lookout for cops , and a handful of worn sneakers to the stomach ; for him to regret ever wishing to feel anything but numb and non - existent .
his feet carry him to mio’s place . mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood , chest heaving as laboured breaths struggle to push their way out of burning lungs and tired shell leaning heavily against the door frame . he should go home , but the mere thought of worrying his brother is enough to make him flee seek refuge somewhere he trusts and feels safe . albeit worrying her appears just as selfish as it must be cruel to show up uninvited in a state like this , knocking upon someone’s door at no later than four am . aaron , by all means , is truly a pathetic creature . a smile , too macabre when it is meant to be apologetic , pulls cut apart ; ripping at its edges when clouded eyes meet her’s moments later . ❝ hey , uh can . . . can i come in ? ❞
& , @revulsicn 。
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“ --- those promises we made. remember ‘em? tell me they don’t mean shit, faith. ” tracey’s hands were in the pockets of her jeans, face neutral. heaven forbid, even in a moment like this, she reveals that she FEELS, that she loves and she’s something more than attitude. brown eyes just glance away from faith’s features, the name she spoke, that always rolls off her tongue like it hurts her to say the name. she misses rachel. / @revulsicn .
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@revulsicn / for santanico!
the smell of blood in the late night fills the air in the bar, thick like fog—but what might be a stench to others is a sweet perfume to the culebras. daniel’s already had his fill of their kills, otherwise he might be joining the others outside. instead, since he came here, he’s made a practice of eating quickly, using the rest of the time when no one’s looking for him to find santanico (a worthy cause, in his opinion).
once, his life was dedicated to other things, like family or travel. food is even secondary now that he’s devoted his life to a greater cause (or rather, a greater woman). perhaps it’s because of the free food, or because they share so many things, or because he has nowhere else to go, but ... daniel wouldn’t call it happiness, what he has here. more something like contentment (knowing when your next meal is coming, and that somebody enjoys your presence; the simple pleasures in life).
‘ lovely dancing. ’ as always. they both know it, and he’s stating the obvious (the sky is blue, she is stunning). leaning up against the doorway to her dressing room, daniel folds his arms, watching. the room is quieter than all the others, his voice echoing, low. ‘ are you alright? that one at the end got handsy with you. ’
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❝ --------------- I didn't order that . ❞
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wandering leather boots pressed over the luscious tapestries that adorned the warlock’s apartment. the golden boy was no stranger to the 𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑫 male. always looking for answers. there was knowledge even shadowhunters couldn’t have. 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 hardening upon the foreign sight. ❝ last time i checked magnus did not look like that. who are you ? ❞
☠ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇. ( @revulsicn . )
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@revulsicn / sc / for sage.
❛❛ you gotta get out of here . c’mon . ❜❜
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@revulsicn.
it is not like this when finfolk die. how they die is something rin knows, an instinct he cannot remove out of his brain, and he knows it is not like this. he touches the stone, and water drips down, rolling across the engravings. he picks out mio’s name, some strange symbols. something about flowers that confuses him. mio was not a flower, and she was not a stone with carvings in it. she was a human. and now all that is left of that human is a pile of dirt. he wishes he understood what it all was for, so he could do the thing that a normal person might do. he does not understand, though, so he just stands there for a while. the breeze picks his coat up and tickles his legs. it feels nice.
‘ i’m sorry. ’ this is what he hears the others say, sometimes. he thinks he understands what it means: this is my fault. he had let her leave, go without him. he should not have, but he did, and this is what happened. he should have watched her more closely. he should have done more, caught more fish, spent more time with her. she was not happy and he did not fix that, and it made her leave. his chest aches. his eyes itch.
‘ i am very sorry. i did not— ’ his voice, already gruff, feels like. a frog, in his throat. mio had said something like that once. he had not understood and still does not, and he hates himself for it, that he never understands, and that all his failures come from that.
‘ i did not know. that this would happen. ’
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