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FIND HIM OVER AT @monstyrious !!

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BUTCHER HAS BEEN MOVED OVER TO MY FRESHLY REBOOTED MULTI SO I CAN BETTER KEEP UP WITH HIM!!
FIND HIM OVER AT @monstyrious !!
hey, were you having a dream, were you? was it a goody?
THE BOYS | 5.05 - One-Shots
@wihlted gets a thing
"it ain't that easy, sweetheart, least not fer me. ain't just about gettin' all lubed up and runnin' inta it headfirst. takes... more. don't be askin' what, cause i won't be able t' tell ya, but..." he isn't looking at her at all, is more staring anywhere but in her direction while he continues to keep his hand wrapped around hers regardless of the subtle let down. "eventually, maybe. jus' not right now."
THE BOYS 5x05 | One-Shots
glad i made terror immortal yesterday cause what the fuck.
part of me wants to put butch on his own blog for more visibility in this time of higher boys rpc activity and so i can disconnect from my main blog more cause i keep fucking things up in posts between them. the other, wiser part of me knows that i will end up with unbalanced attention between them kinda like how leonard is just drifting off in space. help.
@wihlted sent : hums a little to herself as she fixes terror's collar so it's straight, and butcher can see the little bowtie that she's given him.
"i do everything i can t' make that dog appear as horrifyin' as possible. i name 'im terror. an' you go 'n put a fuckin' bowtie on 'im." he's not upset in any manner, he's more amused that the dog is allowing it, just as he has for the last handful of years. hell, william's certain he's enjoying all the pampering. little shit. "y' gonna make 'im wear the frilly lace n' shit fer the weddin' too? make 'im be the ringbearer? or that gonna be hughie?"
inspired by this post on the radar, butcher has a piece of old, worn, white fabric tied and sewn into the fabric of his coat on his left bicep. it is a piece torn (and tended so it doesn't get further destroyed) from the costume serena was wearing the first time they were intimate, and until the point where he gets her a legitimate engagement ring, acts as the 'marker' that he's hers. it remains after they marry, but that is the intended significance of it being on his left side.
serena does not care if butcher gets high, nor if he does it with hughie. she doesn't love him anymore. just out here letting him shoot up heroin to bond with his boy.
@britfed
Hughie had lost track of the conversation a long time ago. Butcher's voice had joined the chorus of background noise that filled the bar, an easy baseline that thrummed pleasantly in his ears. He was in one of those moods; he was everywhere and nowhere, thinking of nothing and everything all at once. Butcher's go to cure for shit days was a bar and while Hughie appreciated his efforts and the warming drink in his hand, it still wasn't enough.
Hughie leaned in, until he was practically almost leaning into Butcher's arm. He lifted his head and spoke, possibly a little too loudly, into Butcher's ear. "Do you have any heroin?"
there's only so much what can be done for a kid like hughie, especially when the pain doesn't have the chance to end in something even mildly satisfying like death. he's felt it a few times himself, usually when the v doesn't take as nicely as it's supposed to and he's stuck hung over the shitter for hours on end.
when he asks for heroin, it's not a shock. it doesn't even make the man bat an eye, rather he tilts his head a little and bumps it down against the mop of curls atop hughie's skull. it's brief, and he's sitting back up right after, knocking down the rest of his spritz and cranberry in a gulp before letting the glass set back down on the thin paper coaster of its new home.
"yeah, buck, i got somethin' for ya." his arm remains still, but the other one comes around to tousle hughie's hair a little, then pat his own coat's pocket. "let's getcha outta this shithole and i gotcha."
oh yeah, i'm keeping that butcher is tee-total as well. pry sobriety from my cold dead hands.
miscellaneous headcanon / more divergencies dump.
spoiler free for season five of the show, not comic spoiler free.
post-nelrathe, he does not smell like hot pockets and desperation for long. he did before he met serena but she white woman'd him and his dog so hard that now, he's more likely to smell like someone actually washed his coat (that's still falling apart and held together with electrical tape and dreams) and he wears cologne. the specific cologne he uses is toskovat's silent at the theme park, which has hard notes of citrus and vanilla, and was chosen by serena.
on that note, by the time the fbsa is established, nelrathe is free, and he has devoted himself entirely to serena officially, terror always has some sort of bow or flower on his collar amid the spikes. sometimes he's even wearing a sweater. he's far more aimed in the realistic manner portrayed in his brief appearances in the show compared to the wild insanity seen in the comics. he's just a dog that humps on command and is immortal thanks to butcher giving him compound v. he is not a maniac.
he has been federally accredited and funded the entire time he has been in operation, from his start in the queen's army posted in the states up until the events taking place between season four and five of the show, even if that accreditation and funding was kept very quiet and off the books during times where he and the boys were under investigation. the government has always given him the means to do his work in taking down supes until they were unable because supes joined the government.
butcher is responsible for the slaughter of approximately 148 supes in one fell swoop, canon to the comics though i will be leaving the history behind it and the means relatively vague to remain as compliant with the show / rpc as possible. just know that he blew their heads off all at once and would do it again in a heartbeat for even less of a reason than he had the first time.
the only two people butcher has ever had sex with have been nelrathe and serena. it will remain that way, because he met nelrathe at twenty-one and immediately got involved with her, and when she was kidnapped, he remained devoted to the point that even getting involved with serena a decade later saddled him with guilt. before her, he had no real interest in it. he is demisexual. he fucks nasty but both women had to earn it.
unfortunately for everyone, butcher adopts people very easily. not legally, mind you, but those in his little gang are family. the important ones to note are that hughie - specifically @awkwardcourage's hughie in both his canon and more importantly his martyr verse - and dogmeat over at @monstyrious are his children. he cares very deeply for them, will protect them where he can, and does whatever he's able to give them both some form of normalcy.
in reference to the above point, terror splits from butcher only on the occasion that either serena, nelrathe, hughie or dogmeat are present. he will stay with no one else, even the other boys. he is never alone, and neither are they.
notice: updated my canon explanation post some to include the comic influences i've incorporated that are important to the timeline / my canon. these differences are insanely important so please read them! thanks!
we got the generator going so i may be here a little. important thing is i read all of volume one of the boys and will be incorporating some of the lore into all my chars that have a verse for the show from the comics. fucking wild ass ride i swear to god.
If he's supposed to be intimidating Hughie, it's working. This stranger, William Butcher, who looked like he should be going up against the Terminator, who had somehow found Hughie in the vast wilderness of Central Park, who knew his fucking name. Weren't supes supposed to be fearless? Wasn't he part of the Seven? Only, he knew what a line of bullshit that was. All of the Seven were fucked up in some way or another and Hughie's power could do little to save him.
Hughie's mind yo-yo'd between the possibilities of what Butcher was talking about. Did he know about the basement? Or was he only referring to the school shooting? If it were the latter, then that meant he knew something about that day that Hughie didn't, a day that he had agonised over and over in his mind for two years.
Butcher unfurled again, like it was a leisurely conversation and he was enjoying basking in the thin morning sun. Hughie couldn't help but laugh, at a declaration so insane proclaimed with such grim determination. Like he actually fucking do it. "You wanna take down the Seven? Okay, okay. First, that isn't ever gonna fucking happen. Second, I don't know what the hell you're talking about because the Seven weren't even there that day and third, why the fuck are you talking to me? I'm one of the Seven!"
despite the affect of grandeur and the confidence exuded, there's something about butcher that lies just beneath the surface, covered in dirt and smudged with black paint, electrical tape holding it all together. fear. uncertainty. every sentence is a gamble, because even though he's paid attention to hughie for nearly two full years, there's always the chance that he's more scared, making him lean into loyalty rather than defiance.
people are unpredictable.
it's what makes them such shit superheroes.
he sits more properly again, pulling back just enough from the kid to give him enough space to breathe, though he's still boring holes through him with his stare. "ya might sit in their cute li'l boardroom, ya might have a place in the tower, hell, ya might even wear one a' their gaudy ass suits what cost more'n six uni tuitions." head tilts forward, gives that wibble, and he's offering up a smirk on a silver platter of crooked teeth and smoky breath.
"but you ain't one a' them."
don't worry boys...
. DADDY'S HOME.