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crudeshock‌:

               dominic  takes  on  a  CAUSAL  posture  ,  he’s  sitting  back  while  his  feet  rest  atop  the  table.  blue  eyes  watch  the  woman  ,  there’s  an  innocent  aura  to  him  despite  the  food  evidence  in  his  hands.  he  taken  something  that  wasn’t  his  ,  but  the  chips  didn’t  particularly  have  a  NAME  either.   ❝    not  saying  people  should  put  their  name  on  THINGS  ,  but  people  should  put  their  name  on  things.    ❞   he  states  as  he  continues  to  munch  on.

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   The contents of his hands are noted first and foremost, half second stare passive until he speaks up. Some said her default expression was that of judgement and perhaps that was the case this time. At first he earns no response as she has attention elsewhere once more, fingers are quick to reset the coffee pot, and then Lera rests back against the counter.

   “Maybe. If they really wanted to keep something to themselves then they would be smart enough not to leave it where you can reach.” There is the smallest hint of a grin twitching in the corner of her mouth when the statement rises, arms raising to cross, and posture retaining the same casual demeanor.

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imperxtor‌:

Starter for @adrenalsurge!

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The keypad flares red again, beeping noisily. He can feel the weight of a bag full of personal weapons, things old and new, putting strain on his overworked knees. With a grunt, he gives the door a slight tug, praying silently that the thing will budge. Nothing.

He drops the bag with a thud, the barrel of an old wood-furnished AK poking up from the displaced zipper. He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a post-it with several notes on it, including which locker at Hereford was his for now.

He closes his eyes a second, exhaling through his nose. He punches the code again.

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Beeeeeep.

   She isn’t paying attention through the hustle and bustle of bodies that weave between each other. The base only houses so many people, but those who are there seem to consistently be on the move. Lera is no exception. Exhausted eyes move across a stack of clipboarded papers while her stride drives her forwards, tossing only a glance upwards when she comes to a stairwell and descends. 

   Rounding the corner and dipping into a room just to the right of it, a curious sound crosses over that of footsteps, a sigh. The soft buzz following thereafter draws up Lera’s gaze to a face she has yet to see. 

   A hint of a grin pulls in the corners of her mouth, amusement flickering to life just briefly as her hands lower and voice carries across the room. “You must be the new recruit. Is your locker giving you trouble?”

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im crying is this real. is this accurate. oh my god.

[loveaxel1]

[sacreddear]

pushing daisies, 1x03 | tv quote starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warnings for mentions of depression, death, violence. 

musing on setting someone on fire doesn’t mean you really set them on fire. the thought makes you happy. for a second, then you feel bad, but that second could be fun.

someone should set you on fire for throwing my heart under a bus.

while we’re on the subject of frank and honest, i don’t like that girl.

so, somebody died? how did they die?

do you think dying has made me morbid?

it could be like one of those untraceable poisons. or a four-stage poison, when you have to, like, touch four things before it actually kills the person.

you need to take a coupon for this conversation, redeem it at another date.

the room started spinning. i think it’s my shoes. they’re stiff and they pinch and i think they’re cutting off my circulation.

that was mean, a very mean thing you did.

how are we supposed to find who killed him?

you killed someone? who did you kill?

i didn’t actively kill, i’m not an active killer. i’m not a killer.

i was incapacitated with not being able to think.

you seem decidedly unhappy.

don’t go bothering the customers with this.

i didn’t murder, there was no malice aforethought. okay, maybe accidental, involuntary manslaughter.

returning to the scene of a crime is sloppy.

i am fragile on this issue.

i’m having a martini and going to bed.

am i a human sacrifice?

how did i die? did somebody kill me?

if i could pin my crimes on some dead relative especially some guilty dead relative, i’d certainly consider it.

doesn’t matter whose it was, if whose it was is dead. it’s mine now.

emotions need to be bullied, at least groomed. indulging depression is like indulging a horrible, willful child.

didn’t hear you leave this morning.

i was having conversations with myself.

heaven’s closing in five minutes.

[incorrect-r6s]

Bandit: I’m hungover.

Jäger: Stop flirting with me over the Walkie Talkie. Someone will hear us. Over.

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse is always low-key ready to FIGHT somebody

[vhsmeme]

* eating prompts 👅

‘ don’t play with your food. ’

‘ does this taste funny to you? ’

‘ toast destroyed my family. ’

‘ pie crusts and promises were made to be broken. ’

‘ i got a bowl of soup with your name on it. ’

‘ leave the gun. take the cannoli. ’

‘ i stole your spoon. ’

‘ that was kind of hot. no, really, my mouth hurts. ’

‘ comfort is a tub of ice cream. ’

‘ that omelet was an experience. ’

‘ hi, quick question: do you really think this is appropriate dinner conversation? ’

‘ we can relate to this sandwich. ’

‘ i’m giving you my apron. to throw away. ’

‘ if you cook it, it will love you. ’

‘ have you two been baking together? ’

‘ tell that cake how sorry you are. ’

‘ i can’t eat this egg. i gave it a name. a backstory. ’

‘ i’ll just silence you with this cookie dough. ’

‘ it doesn’t want to be a pizza. quit trying to control its life! ’

‘ hamburgers explain everything. ’

‘ touch my fries and you die. ’ 

‘ i’m risky. i grab the cookies without oven mitts. ’

‘ i owe everything to cupcakes. ’

‘ who uses cookbooks? ’

‘ does this milkshake know i would die for it? ’

‘ i have a story about butter. ’

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ennobledsinner‌:

      “NATO?” John’s smile falters to actual disbelief at what he’s heard. The church can’t possibly be that much of a national threat, can it? There’s a moment when he’s impressed by his family’s ability to garner such attention, but then he remembers how insane it sounds and begins to question the veracity of the claim. Nevertheless, their foreign patches don’t lie, and he chooses to dismiss his skepticism. Their fancy title doesn’t scare him.

      Respecting the operative’s demands, John doesn’t take another step forward but he doesn’t withdraw either. He kneels to be on the same level with them, watching how the man holds a mask to the German’s face.

      “Check his eyes. Are his pupils constricted? Irises cloudy? This drug can cause severe hallucinations and even death; simply holding an oxygen mask to his face won’t bring him from his trance. Do you really want to deny the help of somebody who actually knows how this drug operates? His death will be on your hands.” John is careful in his delivery, his palms coming up once again to show that he means no offense with the words, “There are hundreds of those cultists and your numbers only diminish. You will be overrun – it’s only a matter of time. You need my help more than you know, Mrs. NATO.”

   If anything, their situation here was gathered far more attention than he realized, considering the reality of who had actually sent them. She does not move her finger from where it rests just barely ghosting over the trigger. Their goal had been to take him and his family into custody alive but if the opportunity never presented itself, putting them down was not out of the question.

   “We have been briefed of what your drugs can do,” she responds cooly. Though, none of them had been able to get hold of any samples to see just how to combat the effects of it. Tempting as it is to see what her nanotechnology would do in the presence of it she would prefer the test to be ran in a far more controlled situation.

   Words now whisper into her ear from the others that had deployed alongside them, extraction would not be ready for at least another twenty minutes. Damn. His mention of cultists draw her lip back in a minor sneer. That is all they were, a cult, reigning terror upon the region. Terrorists under another name and she hated every single one of them. 

   “Allow us to leave, and no more people will have to die.” You’ll be the first if not. Lera refuses to reason with people like him, as do all the others in her outfit. Every single day they left their homes they knew exactly what was to be expected of them, and for such rules to be followed without hesitation. It is why they are who they are. 

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A bit detailed doodle to test a brush

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finka vc ive only met elias once but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

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ennobledsinner‌:

      When the man approaches, his hands are held up at his sides in a show of good faith, as though there is not a revolver hidden beneath the tail of his shirt. He comes from the side, but there seems to be a momentary pause in opposing gunfire when they see their Herald approach the small band of anti-terrorist operatives. 

      “I come in peace. I can help you.” He offers, not wishing to be shot and bleeding out on the ground as the Angels beneath his shoes are. John steps over the lifeless bodies of Faith’s zombies, perhaps would have even pitied them had he not been concerned foremost with his own safety. It’s a daring move, but he’s not one to shy away in the face of danger.

      “Are you guys with the government?” The question is posed intentionally even though the answer is obvious to anyone with half a brain; John only wishes to disarm their potential skepticism. He takes in the models of their guns, his gaze moving to the different badges adorned on their uniforms. One of them, he notes, wears a German flag on his arm. The girl is Russian and the other man is turned in such a way that he can’t see his patch.

      Arms still held up peacefully, he watches the woman’s reaction as he points to the German, “He’s been affected by the Bliss. I can take you guys somewhere safe and he can be treated. Trust me, this stuff is nasty. He’ll be one of these guys before the hour is over.” John lies, nudging a dead Angel with the toe of his boot.

   Despite the lacking hostility shown her aim does not waver, crosshairs settled over his chest. The amount of bullets that the weapon could spit out could ensure at least one of them would hit if he did end up trying to do something, even if the ammo box currently attached was half empty, she felt more than confident. 

   As John moves the muscles in her jaw twitch. Behind her Olivier is speaking again but Lera doesn’t turn to acknowledge this time. Clearing her throat and try as she might, it is hard to keep her accent from pouring into words as they are raised so he could hear them.

   “We do not need your help, and if you want to remain unharmed I would suggest you and your.. friends, back off.” The pause allows for her to consider the question poised. They were all from one government or another but rarely under a single one. Rainbow simply didn’t work like that. But, it isn’t something he would know. 

   “We are with NATO,” comes the answer. A lie that forms easily enough to be believable, and her voice lowers to finally give the other yellow clad soldier his reply. She wants the others to meet up with them, another group of three, things were a bit worse than what the recon teams had predicted and they would need to rethink the approach despite a loss of surprise. 

   “I am not too worried about my friend, here. We have more than enough resources to make sure that he will be fine,” Lera almost shouts back. It was starting to seem as if he was recovering already to some degree, with how Olivier had the other man subdued and a filtration mask over his face. He has experienced worse anyways, she hopes.