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indie highwayman oc / far cry new dawn based. written by sav. private / highly selective. sideblog to cultfought.

[goesthedynamitee]

        -- -- - - THE BAPTIST’S DAUGHTER                     ( abigail seed / @atnemnt )

[goesthedynamitee]

What would Sawyer do if someone called her Carolina? How many innocent lives has she taken? Has murder ever left a mental scar on her? Did she name the first weapon she made?

headcanon questions / / literally always accepting !

sawyer’s typically one to make a joke of being called by her FIRST NAME – she actually doesn’t hate it by any means, it’s just easier to go by her last name, and ‘carolina’ is a bit too feminine for her tastes. after the first warning, which usually sounds like: ‘the only way you get to use that name is if you’re a hot girl, and you’re in my bed’, she’ll just refuse to answer. she’s sawyer, get it right.ever since joining up with the highwaymen, sawyer’s never had a real interest in keeping track of how many people she’s killed. it’s certainly somewhere upwards of the fifties, and that isn’t counting those who died by the weapons she’s designed while in the hands of others. she’d be lying if she said she never lost sleep over the innocent lives she’s ended, but for the most part… she doesn’t have a lot of remorse for the death and destruction she’s caused. as far as she’s concerned, any resources anyone else is using are resources the highwaymen could be using, and if they want to die defending their land… well, that’s on them. if asked, she likes to claim it’s all about SURVIVAL, but, deep down she knows… there’s something FUN about wielding this sort of POWER. part of her likes the ability to inspire FEAR. though… she mostly keeps that thought to herself.and, absolutely. sawyer definitely named the first weapon she made. she designed it at the ripe age of fourteen, and it was a semi-automatic catapult, with additional explosive ammo. she named it DOUBLE F, which was short for ‘FLYING FUCK’.cut her some slack, she was fourteen.

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( atnemnt‌ / hot stranger. ) ;

it had been three days since she had won the derby, since she had been accepted into the highwaymen’s ranks. the woman still bore the cuts & bruises, haphazardly stitched up & covered with gauze. the month before had been spent watching the powerful scavengers operate; bright colors anything but inconspicuous as they mixed & separated on the montana terrain. she had been caught by a lookout in the same place- given the generous chance to prove herself in the arena. it hadn’t mean easy, but she had. oh, she had. 

abigail liked to think there wasn’t a trace of the baptist’s daughter left as she stood, moving between men & women with blood on their jackets & booze rushing through their veins. but she wasn’t one of them either. it was clear that she didn’t belong- just yet. glances & narrowed eyes followed her; some hungry, some suspicious, some curious. she didn’t know what to do here- standing in the fray. the idea of a party ( a real party ) was foreign to the new edeners she had been raised by.

the woman wasn’t spotted until she was at her side, pushing a drink into her hand & smiling at her in a way that made her chest tighten. this was foreign too. 

the woman only stared for a moment until she willed her tongue to move, some caution held in her eye. 

“ .. thanks, ” she knocked the shot back, face screwing up immediately as the fire hit the back of her throat. she wiped a hand over her mouth, coughing. “ that’s- disgusting, ” it turned into a quiet smile as she caught her eyes again, looking back at the empty glass. “ I’m.. gale. ”

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for sawyer to SET HER SIGHTS on a fresh face. . . but it was out of the ordinary to see someone so out of place. most of the people that came ‘round for the celebrations were the highwayman type -- wild, rowdy, ready to fuck shit up. it’s not that sawyer’s any excellent judge of character, but she’s getting a different vibe from this girl. it’s intriguing, she can’t lie. she’s drawn in, despite the heavy thump of the music and the rush of booze pumping it’s way through her veins.  there’s a smile on her face as the girl takes the shot from her, and sawyer joins her as they toss back the liquor. it burns -- it always does -- and sawyer shudders slightly, but is back to herself with a clear of her throat. her eyebrow raises at the other’s comment, giving an over-the-top frown.      ❝ disgusting? i even asked that fucker at the bar to give me the good shit. guess i’m gonna have to kick his ass later. . . ❞ the blonde isn’t subtle as she leans closer to take the empty glass, smiling at the introduction.      ❝ gale? interesting name. ❞     she comments, looking her up and down for a long moment,      ❝ don’t think i’ve seen you around before. new recruit? or am i just blind? i’d have to be not to notice someone like you. ❞

[ltoliviabenson]

[goesthedynamitee]

‘ i could kill them right now and , you know , that would be easy . ’

the good place starters / / accepting !

       ❝ you could. but that would take all the FUN out of it. ❞maybe it’s not the most ROMANTIC date idea, but at least it’s a nice day – the sun is high in the sky, and the breeze is calming, even the gentle sounds of nature aren’t completely ruined by the sounds of sobbing prisoners begging for their lives behind their gags. sawyer considers today a LUCKY DAY – she doesn’t always get live targets for her weapons testing… clearly something she’d done had gone over well with mickey and lou, because she’d been gifted two prisoners. and here they were, tied to posts about fifty yards away from the two women… the perfect target practice.❝ but don’t worry, you’ll get to kill them. but you get to kill them with this, ❞     sawyer takes the dramatic moment to brandish her newest creation – it’s a frankenstein’s monster of a gun, cobbled together from a few different others. a prototype she’s hoping to recreate.      ❝ ‘kay – on the surface, this guy looks like your average automatic shotgun, but it’s so much more than that. i’ve jerry-rigged this fucker to support two different types of specialty ammo. ❞      sawyer demonstrates, pulling the first out of her bag.❝ first type – knives. just straight up fuckin’ knives. it’s a knife launcher! some fucker’s runnin’ around with a saw blade launcher these days and i thought… how can i refine this? make it more elegant? ❞     she passes off the knife ammo to abby, before showing off the second one,      ❝ and these are my babies. explosive ammo. gotta be real careful loading these but man do they pack a punch. the explode when they come into contact with the target so like… they’ll give us one hell of a show. ❞she loads the gun – starting with the knives, and helps abby get situated. thanks for being my guinea pig, babe. don’t forget to use the scope. ❞     she helps lift abby’s arms, taking the moment to press her hips against the younger woman’s from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist to help ‘hold her steady.’❝ whenever you’re ready… take ‘em the fuck out. ❞

@atnemnt

[goesthedynamitee]

‘ i will literally. see you all in hell . ’ @problemakers

the good place starters / / accepting !

❝ fuck yeah you will. ❞      sawyer laughs, shielding her eyes with her hand as she watches the explosive she’s launched blow a hefty chunk of soil and grass sky-high. she whips out a marker from her back pocket, scribbling a note on her arm, before glancing back to cap.❝ i mean, you would. if i believed in that shit. ❞      she turns back to look at the newcomer, finally letting her hand fall,      ❝ you honestly can’t believe in that? heaven and hell? there ain’t nothing like that anymore. or, if there is, ain’t no one gonna get to heaven. not in this wasteland. ❞ the blonde turns to her pile of explosives, picking one up, rapping gently on the side.     ❝ i mean… this shit is FUN and all, but it’s also about survival. the twins have the right idea… you can’t survive in this world unless you take what you need. by force. if you wanna thrive, you don’t have the option to ask nicely. some of us had to learn that the hard way. ❞ she holds out the bomb, offering it to cap, with a little smile on her face.      ❝ go on, test one out. chuck it as far as you can and watch the show… have a little fun before we’re all set for eternal damnation, or whatever the fuck. ❞ 

@problemakers

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —    THE  GOOD  PLACE  SENTENCE  STARTERS   /  PART 2 .

‘  and  then  i  remembered …  i’m  a  naughty  bitch .  ’

‘  because  i  love  you …  i  think .  no ,  i’m  pretty  sure .  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ’

‘  birth  is  a  curse .   existence  is  a  prison .  ’

‘  girl ,  you  are  a  messy  bitch  who  loves  drama  and  i’m  into  it .  ’

‘  holy  motherforking  shirtballs .  ’

‘  i  am  revved  up  and  ready  to  learn .  my  brain  is  horny !  ’

‘  i  came  to  apologize .  there …  i  did  it .  i  apologized .  ’

‘  i  could  kill  them  right  now  and ,  you  know ,  that  would  be  easy .  ’

‘  i  could  never  get  close  to  anyone .  i  never  even  told  a  boyfriend  i  loved  him .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  describe  it …  like ,  a  different  zone  of  time .  no ,  that  sounds  stupid .  a  different  clock  land .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  how  to  tell  you  this ,  but  i’m  dying .  i  mean ,  we’re  all  dying ,  slowly .  when  you  think  about  it ,  we  started  dying  the  day  we  were  born .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know ,  man .  maybe  just  tell  her  that  you’re  gay .  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  you  always  understand  about  20%  of  what’s  happening .  ’

‘  i  got  a  flu  virus  named  after  me  because  i  kissed  a  bat  on  a  dare .  ’

‘  i  just  have  some  worries ,  as  well  as  some  concerns  that  could  potentially  turn  into  outright  fears .  oh ,  there  they  go .  they  are  fears  now .  ’

‘  i  love  you .  and  i  don’t  need  you  to  respond  because  i  know  you  have  trouble  saying  how  you  feel .  ’

‘  i  was  a  good  person  for  six  months .  that’s  like  five  years .  ’

‘  i  wasn’t  worth  changing  for .  ’

‘  i  will  literally  see  you  all  in  hell .  ’

‘  in  the  words  of  my  actual  friends  :  ya  basic !  ’

‘  is  everything  okay ?  i  mean ,  other  than ,  you  know …  everything .  ’

‘  is  this  why  you  came  here ?  to  scold  me  on  the  metric  system ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  eat  all  this  chili …  and / or  die  trying .  do  you  want  any ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  miss  you ,  bud .  ’

‘  i’m  outtie ,  see  ya  in  hell !  ’

‘  i’ve  gained  a  lot  of  new  skills  recently .  for  example ,  i  learned  how  to  be  passive  aggressive .  totally  fine  that  you  guys  didn’t  notice .  ’

‘  love  isn’t  a  triangle ,  it’s  a  five  dimensional  blob .  ’

‘  more  guys  should  be  bi .  it’s  2018 .  it’s  like ,  get  over  yourselves !  ’

‘  none  of  your  exes  have  gotten  over  you .  ’

‘  oh no !  now  the  thing  i  said  after  we  kissed  will  always  be  ‘ hot  diggity  dog . ’  oh  well ,  it  was  an  honest  reaction  and  i  stand  by  that .  ’

‘  somehow ,  i  never  want  to  leave  you .  ’

‘  that  broke  me .  i’m  done .  ’

‘  that’s  not  a  present .  that’s  just  common  decency .  ’

‘  the  other  possible  medical  diagnosis  is  that  you’re  just  a  bit  of  a  dick .  ’

‘  their  bodies  are  made  very  poorly .  they’re  mostly  goo  and  juice .  you  just  take  the  juice  out  and  then  they’re  dead .  ’

‘  there’s  no  point  to  anything  and  you’re  just  gonna  die  so  do  whatever !  ’

‘  ugh ,  of  course  your  hugs  are  amazing .  ’

‘  wasn’t  he  banned  from  disney  world  for  biting  buzz  lightyear ?  ’

‘  what  a  creep .  why  was  i  friends  with  him ?  ’

‘  whatever  progress  i  have  made  it’s  because  you  and  i  have  become  friends .  ’

‘  whenever  anyone  tells  me  a  story  about  their  life  i  imagine  all  the  people  as  being  super  hot .  otherwise  i  quickly  lose  interest .  ’

‘  who  the  hell  is  this  chick ?  ’

‘  why  do  bad  things  always  happen  to  mediocre  people  who  are  lying  about  their  identity ?  ’

‘  why  is  it  every  time  a  new  thing  is  invented  humans  immediately  try  to  use  it  for  porn ?  ’

‘  yeah ,  i  love  you .  ugh ,  that’s  embarrassing .  i  feel  so  itchy .  ’

‘  you  are  too  selfish  to  ever  be  a  good  person .  ’

‘  you  got  it ,  you  piece  of ...  butt .  ’

‘  you  need  to  ghost  her .  disappear .  block  her  number .  bonus  :  anything  she  left  in  your  apartment  is  now  legally  yours .  ’

‘  you  are  brilliant ,  charming ,  obviously  gorgeous .  ’

‘  you’re  my  friend .  that’s  why  i  can’t  kill  you .  ’

[goesthedynamitee]

IT’S A COOL NIGHT IN MONTANA -- the bright summer sun having set to cool the valley on this clear evening. sawyer’s been in hope county for nearly three weeks, having driven her shit up at the special request of the twins. seems they’re finding some kind of RESISTANCE here, a little place called prosperity. the weapons specialist has been paying the settlers nearly no mind, not considering them much of a threat. . . she has to admit, though, she needed the EXCITEMENT. it’s almost a HIGHWAYMAN TRADITION to spend a clear night like this with an impromptu party -- it’s a bold move to celebrate in a hostile environment but that’s just what makes it SWEETER. music blasts from the speakers around the chop shop -- and beer and liquor is flowing from the bar they’d gutted from some sad, run-down little country shithole. sawyer’s sat on top of it, downing a shot in less than a split second, lifting a foot to kick the chest of the man who gave it to her.      ❝ told ya -- i’ll drink fuckin’ anything. ❞     the blonde snorts, tossing the shot glass in his face as well. she takes a moment, from her perch to survey the crowd gathered. it’s nights like these that she’ll make an effort to pick out someone new for the night. . . she’s already got a girl on the floor beside her, rubbing on her thigh. . . but, though she’s not going to say it out loud, she’s BORED. she needs someone new. and that’s when her eyes fall on exactly what she’s looking for. . . a fresh face, a girl she’s never seen before. and an absolutely gorgeous one at that. dark brown hair, pale skin. . . perfect. looks like this night was about to get INTERESTING. sawyer hops off the bar, shrugging off the girl at her side to lean over it, snapping at the man unlucky enough to be stuck on bartending duty.      ❝ hey -- get me two shots -- of some of the good shit. none of that piss in a bottle. . . ❞ it’s not long before she’s at the stranger’s side, passing her a shot.      ❝ hey, you look too sober for this shit. thought i’d come to your rescue, ❞     she grins, tossing a lock of blonde hair out of her face,      ❝ i’m sawyer. and you are? ❞

@atnemnt​ / / PLOTTED STARTER *

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[goesthedynamitee]

i need to write a proper bio but i just wanted to share a little bit ABOUT SAWYER. her full name is carolina sawyer, but she tends to go by her last name. she joined up with the highwaymen at the young age of FOURTEEN -- looking for a family of sorts among the wasteland. even as a kid, she was fascinated with tech and building, which gave her the perfect skills to rise up as a resident WEAPONS & EXPLOSIVES EXPERT. she’s now twenty-five, and designs and builds creative new guns, weapons and explosives for the highwaymen. despite her allegiance to the highwaymen and her job description, sawyer is fairly laid-back and easygoing, and fairly fond of the phrase ‘i’m here for a good time -- not a long time.’ she’s fairly ‘chill’, and enjoys a good joke, a drink or a good-looking woman. her relaxation shouldn’t be taken for weakness, though, as she’s been known to lodge a bullet in the skulls of those who cross her -- or even in an innocent or two to SEND A MESSAGE.

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