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I’m here. I’m alive. I’m sorry about not being online lately. I haven’t been feeling like RPing lately. Idk if it’s this website or if it’s because I’m getting sick or what. I’m sorry for the unexpected quietness.
-putters across the dash- I’m here. Idk if I’ll do anything, but I’m here. Lurking. Watching all of you.
"Lying is easy. It's what I do."
[ mctherfirefly ]
“I know that, but d’you think that lyin’ to Baby’bout what justhappened is the wisest idea? She’s gonna hafta find outsooner or later and it might as well be sooner.”
drivenashell:
❝ bleedin’ heart type or not, i don’t let STRANGERS in my house. ever.
i don’t care HOW cold i’m coming off as, i’m incredibly concerned for your friend there, but i don’t think moving her in that condition would be wise. you can borrow my cell to call an AMBULANCE if you’d rather. ❞
Otis growled in frustration, gaze sliding from the stranger to Baby. A hospital meant questions, cops, and being hauled off to jail. He couldn’t bear the thought of Baby being in jail, it set his teeth on edge. A calloused and bloodied hand pulled out the gun that he’d concealed, pointing it at the man.
“Yer gonna let us and yer gonna help me take care of her or else I’m gonna fill ya full of fuckin’ bullet holes and leave ya here to bleed out and be found by yer loved ones. Now, which is it?”
rathful:
devilswcrk
❛ what’cha dooooin’? ❜
“Mindin’ my own fuckin’ business. Besides bein’ a pain in my ass, what are you doinnnn’?”
“You know how they are, these savages.”
“Ain’t we all savages? Few of us are actually as fuckin’civilized as we claim to fuckin’ be.”
raggdolll:
“ That’s RIGHT I forFUCKINGgot that you and Baby like to FINGERBANG, my bad! Oh? how about I SLAUGHTER your loved ones and we’ll see how FUCKING chipper you’d be, w-what the hell were we talking about again?”
"Y’gotta get over that shit! Death fuckin’ happens to us all one way or a fuckin’ other. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” He rolled his eyes before reaching over and grabbing her chin in his rough fingers. “Do. Not. Fuck this. Up. Now, get yer head out of the goddamn past and focus on the fuckin’ present.”
twoalleluias:
two A L L E L U I A S and an A M E N
spoiler free & will remain as such until 2 weeks after netflix release.
mxsterpink:
“I know my fuckin’ role, man. You sure as hell don’t gotta worry about that shit with me. there’s no way that if shit goes sour that I’m gonna be the one that fucked it up, I’m a fucking professional. I should be asking you all this, I don’t gotta worry about you, right?”
“I’ve been pullin’ jobs since I was fuckin’ fifteen years old. I know what the fuck I’m doing.” That meant that one of the others would probably fuck up. It would probably be that over eager little brat that the boss tacked on at the last minute, the one with the greasy hair and black leather boots who talked too much. He wanted to smack the brat upside the head, but refrained because the last thing he needed was to give one of the team a concussion.
snapiisms:
( devilswcrk )
Ginger was at Captain Spaulding’s museum of horrors or rather the museum that doubled as a gas station that sold fried chicken. She was busying herself behind the counter with some old Porno mag that had been hidden away for some time now. When the door swung open, her brow raised gently.
“Captain Spaulding is out right now,” she said monotonously. Her eyes returned to the yellowing pages. “He’ll be back in an hour.”
Otis hated going anywhere near any place that would have the remote possibility of people, especially people he didn’t know. The looks that the assholes in town gave him were were bad enough, but tourists and strangers were even worse. However, Mama had asked him to go to Cutter’s and he’d agreed, for her. RJ was out and both Baby and Mama were sick, so that left only him.
He rolled his eyes at Ginger’s words, a frustrated growl leaving the back of his throat. “Where’d the fuck did he go? I need to ask ‘im somethin’.” He was hoping that this would be a quick in and out and he could go back to the piece of artwork that he’d been working on.
tothekiing:
❝ cut the crap, won’t ya ?? ❞
“What? Can’t take a lil bit of mockery, hoss?”
sequinnedgroupie:
Collie startled back from the body, more from the shock of the sudden announcement than from fear of the corpse itself. (Death is just another part of life; you hang around enough people like her, strung-out in back alleys or high on top of high-risers, you get used it. Death was part of Before, too, the year spent in a state so burned-out the docs all told her the warped memories she had must be hallucinations, but that part was real muzzy and there was only one corpse she could recall, something found when she woke up, something scary and intimate but strange in that same, muffled way every connected to the year of Before felt.)
“Dead? Jesus.” She pushed a hand through her thin, bleached hair, staring down at the slumped figure again. He might have been sleeping if the other guy hadn’t said anything. And, after a moment of thoughtful silence, she turned towards the other man.
“Have you got a light? ‘Cause I need that cig now more’n I did before.”
Otis patted his pants pockets, fingers dipping in to pull out a lighter with Confeder.ate flag on it. He’d stolen it from Baby earlier because she was annoying him with it, flicking it on and off a little too close to his head for his tastes. He’d forgotten about it until she’d asked him for a light.
He tossed it in her direction, studying her. She wasn’t reacting in the way that he’d come to expect from people who found a corpse. That pleased him because he had a slight hangover and wasn’t in the mood to hear the annoying high pitched scream that only women seemed capable of making. “I take it that this ain’t yer first rodeo.” He nudged Dead Guy with his toe, one eyebrow raising at her.
fakepact:
THAT got her FULL attention, head whipping up to actually look at him. he had to be kidding, had to be playing some sort of ANGLE, but his stare did not give her that affect. mandy tightened her arms around herself, had half a mind not to COMPLY– one could say that DANGER that frequently bubbled beneath her porcelain skin was creeping to the surface. but NO, she had to PLAY THE VICTIM ; so she did as she was told, WEARILY so. the blonde removed the CLUTCH she had on herself, and downcasted her arms. but not her gaze. that remained HEAVILY on him, laced with well-performed DISGUST.
❝ ———- HAPPY now ?! ❞
truth be told, the blonde REALLY couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. various responses and rebuttals eating away at her from the get-go. mandy had to BITE HER TONGUE, be the GOOD LITTLE CAPTIVE– after all, that was the ROLE everyone knew her for. her body began to T R E M O R, hands balling up into fists as she regarded him, eyes beginning to STING with freshly brewed tears ; but she FORCED the ARTIFICIAL reactions at bay. this might be her BEST PERFORMANCE yet ! but can she keep it up ??
Otis couldn’t stop the slight laughter that bubbled up at her reaction, feeling a slight rush of power and glee even with something nagging at the back of his mind. The tears and the look of disgust never got old, no matter how much he found himself doing this. His head tilted to the left slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, still searching for the slightest tell that solidify the nagging feeling.
“Very nice,” he hissed, flashing teeth in a predatory smile. “Yer somethin’ else, ya know that? Ya got the kinda beauty that men’ll kill over.”
The hand that wasn’t hold the gun lifted, calloused and dirty finger crooking in a ‘come here’ motion. “Come a lil closer, mama. And take off that shirt. I wanna see what yer hidin’ under there.”
OtisxBaby for that kid meme bc WHY NOT
If they had a kid meme
send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
Name: Gloria Wilson ( or driftwood/firefly ) after their mother.
Gender: F
General Appearance: skinny/lanky, blond, long limbed, albino ( like her daddy. ) blue eyed, striking sharp features.
Personality: strong willed, cunning, loyal, family oriented, anger issues, opinionated.
Special Talents: jesus christ with her family ;; probably a little bit of everything regarding their craft.
Who they like better: Baby, because she spoils her like all the time where Otis is mr. strict dad like no ice cream 4 u little girl get out.
Who they take after more: Both.
Personal Head canon: that she’s honestly just as crazy as the whole family && one day they live normally like they used to before the whole shit with wydell.
Face Claim: Saoirse Úna Ronan
Unconscious Sentence Starters
"...hear me? Are you okay?"
"...too much of a liability."
"You can't just leave him/her there!"
"Just ditch 'em."
"...to move, now! Please wake up!"
"...has passed away."
"...just call an ambulance!"
"Open your eyes."
"Squeeze my hand."
"What's your name?"
"...tell me what happened? Hello?"