death before dishonor

ind. original character. dev by solito.

[e1igius]

[ DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE OFFICIAL NOTICE OF DISHONORABLE DISCHARGE FROM THE ARMED FORCES ] contained , sawyer , huckleberry l. , O-3E , reconnaissance marine , scout sniper graduate. discharged from the military to serve time in federal prison due to charges containing but not limited to treason , murder , attempted murder , domestic-terrorism , battery to be served in congruence with: desertion , disobeying a direct order , mutiny. amendment , released from federal prison due to [ REDACTED ] , considered armed & dangerous. not authorized to engage unless under direct threat. codename: eligius.

welcome to E1IGIUS , an independent & private ( mutuals only ) fandomless original character developed by solito [ she/her , 25+ ]. originally developed in 2018 for the hundred , character takes liberal influence from the eligius iv concept from the show's fifth season. can be previously found at reapusa & dngerclose. minors & personals do not interact. blog is rated [ R / 21+ ] with heavy triggers present ( see bellow ).

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a study in : what it means to be american , betraying your only identity , leaving everything behind , meeting failed heroes , surviving trauma , when the hero becomes the villain , protecting the innocent , the echo of lost purpose , being worn to the bone , the last resort option being taken repeatedly , a veteran's story , &. bad attitude worse mouth.

BIO. STATISTICS. INTEREST TRACKER. HEADCANONS. PROMPTS. VERSES. PROMO. PINTEREST + icon template > wire e1igius (ic) + discord so1ito (for plotting)

trigger warnings on the blog ( bold is common , others are less frequent ): serial killings , murder , disassociation , body dysmorphia , internalized homophobia , the military industrial machine , alcoholism , war ( implied middle eastern conflicts ) & war crimes , unidentified mental illness , post traumatic stress disorder , religious trauma , god complex.

note: triggers are tagged trigger cw but it is not recommended you follow this blog if any of the above are an issue , triggers are tagged often , but mun is at times forgetful.

[e1igius]

if you like huck you'll likely love my version of jason todd

[e1igius]

the lack of surprise from the persuasions of district two are ( inevitable ). he is --- surprised , to say the lease that they've allowed their careers to expose themselves this much prior to the games already. though he figures ( in the back of his mind ) that there is a certain president to thank for that. the man wants nothing more than to see district twelve crushed. which means , if he has to rig the game in the careers favor more than usual , why not. no one is really thinking about the 74th games. no one will notice if it's a little more rigged than normal. what everyone is looking forward to is the 75th. and huck has a sinking feeling that next year , the games will be outside of the regular pool of kids ( he wonders how adults will react to their names in the reaping pool ). or so the rumor has it anyway , at least he's safe --- being a victor. still , she is a presence regardless. he wonders if flickerman noticed it as well in their interviews , the golden boy is larger and more charismatic ... but she , she's the real weapon that two brought to the games. and he's nothing but impressed by it. « doll i ain't think that you'll do yourself much good keeping them for company. » he speaks up motioning towards the kids from one , figures if he's going to get his kids any alliances , she's the one they likely don't want to have to keep checking over their shoulder for. « you and your district partner , y'all really something of a skill set , why don't you finish makin' ya'llsellves the undeniable advantage , and add a little bit of tinkerin' madness to your duo , » with that he motions towards his own two tributes , who could likely outsmart the entire arena if they wanted , but need to be able to make it out of the initial bloodbath to do so. « they can outsmart anythin' 'cept maybe a knife to the throat. »

@clov3s ! liked for a starter

[e1igius]

fingers are not the plan of the universe , they have no thought. and barely follow the directions that the brain gives them. they trace the counter top in the victor lounge at the towers ( this year's little apartment complex for the tragic tributes ). and yet , nothing seems to catch his attention more than old friends , a pause in his waning thoughts as blue eyes catch a glimmer of shine from the fork on the counter which reflects with perfect polish the other victor's brown hair. maybe he should correct himself. friends isn't exactly the best word in this situation. the blonde isn't usually much of a talker. but he has a tribute assigned to him this year , and so maybe he should actually play nice with the other victors again.... not that he isn't polite usually. « g'mornin'. » accented voice trails off near the end of the word , as if embarrassed that he's even speaking. but still somewhat , cautious. as always. snow's little puppets are not exactly a crowd favorite amongst the victors. a small nod towards the vast array of the large breakfast buffet for the victors , he's not sure who the glamour is for , it's not like they believe the false support of the capitol anymore. « that looks delicious , y'think it's poisoned or would that be too on the nose ? »

starter for @wickedaxe !

[e1igius]

starter call. primarily for thg verse.

[dngerclose]

too bad i'm the bet that you lost in the reaping , now what will you do when i go to my grave ? an odds man , not a broker. wyatt callow from s.c.'s masterpiece snrise on the reapng. as drawn up by ( solito ) [ f / 25+ ]. featured on @dngerclose ( a softlaunch blog ) , blog is rated [ r / 21 + ] for violent and sexual content , follow at your own risk.

[e1igius]

it's sooner than later , that i'm six feet under. 【　ＬＯＣＡＴＩＮＧ：　ＤＩＳＴＲＩＣＴ　０３　ＶＩＣＴＯＲＳ　】 - file reached, number fourteen. accessing following data on ＨＵＣＫＬＥＢＥＲＲＹ　ＳＡＷＹＥＲ．victor　６０ｔｈ　ＨＵＮＧＥＲ　ＧＡＭＥＳ. it's sooner than later , that you'll be alone.

index. biography. the games. hc. as developed by solito rated [ r ] / 21 +.

[e1igius]

in light of the new hunger games book , like this post for a starter in bucks the verse ( let me know if you need the link to the info )

[drlangdn]

drlangdn. doctor frank langdon , senior resident at pittsburg trauma medical hospital. hired by solito. writing is rated [ r / twenty-one + ] for heavily triggering content. this is going to be a long shift.

❝ sorry , i did a fellowship in cynicism. ❞

[executiioner]

SHE DIDNT LIKE THIS KIND OF SILENCE. there was a monster that lived inside it, hunkering down like a lion in tall grass. it didnt bare its teeth or make a sound, it wasnt afraid. it was contemplating. huck and anita didnt fight, rarely really argued. they worked inside the realm of logic and necessity, only stepping out when it came to each other. whatever was going on in his head was personal and it felt like she was looking at the man she had met inside that mansion. though if she was being honest with herself, that man had never changed—he just stopped pointing his gun at her.

the marshal mirrored his stance, hands on the counter between them, watching him through the tension. she knew better than to turn her back on a predator. and while she didnt think he would hurt her, she wasnt stupid enough to go against her own instincts. so she kept his gaze, dark eyes boring into his. she understand what he didnt understand. she played back her words in her head and still fell short of why this seemed to get under his skin. she wasnt dumping him ( not that they were together ) or telling him hes off her roster. it was one job.

" you played nice with someone who had the same goal. had i killed that guy because he was a bad business partner, you wouldve put a bullet between my eyes and never looked back. "

there was no question in her voice, no hurt, not even anger. it was just a fact. she knew huck. she knew how he ticked, what side of the bed he slept on, what he could do and what he couldnt. he knew her too, probably better than she wanted to admit. so why didnt he trust her on this? he trusted her with his life, with his body and yet his pride seemed to want to eat her alive. and it pissed her off. maybe after all of this, he didnt trust her at all. he was still playing nice. fuck that.

" and youre right. i never asked because i would never ask you to go against who you are. when i found out what was being asked, i made a choice. and yeah, it wasnt you. do you not trust me? or are you pissed off you get your pound of flesh? dont tell me your jealous. " now she was poking the lion. good idea, anita.

[e1igius]

small little bits of her knew exactly how his brain worked and the texan wondered if it was because the us marshal also thought the same way. the small glimmer in her eyes seemed to disappear as she scolded his statement, correcting the phrasing and insisting that her interpretation of the events that had transpired were in fact the correct interpretation of events. a small scoff should have escaped the tall blonde at that , but instead he finds himself raising a single eyebrow at her admittance that he would likely be able to end her if he chose to. the few civilians that knew how to admit defeat he could often count on one head , the idiots too proud to realize how weak the truly were... but not her... she spoke so plainly as if she knew she was right , as if all of these statements were her facts.

sometimes , but not always , the man wonders how he has ended up in this situation. with trust in a woman that would slit his throat in his sleep if asked by the government to do so , and yet sleeping so comfortably next to her that it felt almost like home. if the feeling could ever return to him, he expected that it would come in a manner somewhat like this. and yet , she does not seem to feel the same way. or at least... she keeps stating things that make him want to crawl under his skin and tear apart the flesh from his own bones.

the tease at his ego , is insane. a small blink in her direction and arms cross over a tight chest. jealous ? over what. some pretty american gun toy. that runs around taking orders like a dog ? if he wanted to do such a thing he would have stayed in the military. or does she mean jealous of the kill ? of getting to spend time with her ? jaw clenches and he swallows. eyes narrowing slightly. ❝ y'sure y'wanna go there darlin' ? ❞

there is a layer of threat in his voice that reverberates as tension under his own skin. he can feel it , as if it is lightening sparking across all of his bones. he is now , upset. fingers dig into the flannel cloth around his arms , clenching the fabric as hands turn to fists the longer he stares down at the curly haired latina. ❝ i am not , jealous. i'm just sayin' y'made the wrong call. ❞ his voice is hard and somewhat strained as if he doesn't want to actually give her the satisfaction of an answer. anita is almost never wrong. the fact that she did not even consider that he would be conforming if required to be felt like an insult above any other.

❝ it ain't deep. ❞

[e1igius]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧 , but the lord's chosen savior. independent , private & plotting heavy , serial killer vigilante original character , huckleberry sawyer. developed in 2018 by solito. character and narrative are rated [ R / 21+ ] for heavy triggering themes , minors dni. psd c.

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but oh how savior's sin , 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[e1igius]

Happy New Year 🎈🎊

[munchmemes]

psa: talk to your mutuals more

[executiioner]

IT WAS WEIRD FEELING, to react to something that her morals said she shouldnt. huck was better at allowing the darker parts of himself to breathe while she tended to try and drown them. yet when he leans closer, his all attention on her, the less she cared about what was right. it was just them after all—and other peoples on their skin. she adjusted herself on the sink so that he stood between her knees, her hand moved to cup his chin between her pointer and thumb. she met his gaze, her heart skipped at the desire that stared back her before she used the warm cloth to clean the splatter of blood off his cheek. like she said, having huck shirtless and covered in blood was a distraction, the kind that had her ruining her new underwear in a way that had nothing to do with blood and guts.

" dont get cocky 'cause you were my knight in shining armor today, " anita replied, trying and failing to hide the shiver that went down her spine that his baritone caused. it should be illegal to sound like that with his accent— and he knew what he was doing. the red stained towel slid down from his cheek to the splatter along his collarbone though she paused to meet his gaze again. " i can still take you. " a small almost playful smirk followed.

[e1igius]

there's a serenity to their quiet quarters , a moment of silence as if the world around them were required to die in order to keep moving forward. he knows the warmth in his chest is partially due to continued adrenaline running through empty veins that have no way to maintain any sense of feeling on their own. the only time he manages to retain feeling is when he's doing something that returns the heat into his body , the warmth of danger keeps him feeling that nice ninety-eight-degree humanity. or... someone , with bouncing curly black hair and suntanned skin , and the deepest pools of brown eyes the world had ever seen... as if she kept the earth's secrets buried in them. and had no plans on letting them out.... yes, she also knew how to keep that heat running. sometimes he wondered , if she had been meant to all along.

it was like they were opposites sometimes, and yet , as she ran the soft warm towel over his skin , he feels like they were cut from the same fabric. one heart torn in two , never having meant to be two different souls in the first place. ❝ oh ? ❞ he rather thinks he has a right to be cocky , but ❝ i don't think you've noticed but I'm like four times your size ma'am.' ❞

[e1igius]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 (an aesthetics dash gamebased upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost ,do not reblog .

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲 : midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 : a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 : whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential .

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 : unity, at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy.

𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧 : unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.

tagging. huck's roundtable ( no im not letting yall know who you are jeje ) @metalsiren @hijckcd @executiioner @kinghaargrove @pohlepen @prettybrawler

[e1igius]

me , two years in a row , missing huck's birthday ( he's a leo )

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BECKETT (2021) dir. Ferdinando Cito Filomarino