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I have officially moved hellhoxnd to its own account. I’ll soon follow I have followed everyone I interact with/interested in interacting with from there. This blog will from now on be considered an archive.
I don’t have any bad habits. They might be bad habits for other people, but they’re all right for me.
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SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:
▼ kissing them
♢ stabbing them
♞ shooting them
✖ punching them
➶ slapping them
☠ poisoning them
☎ hugging them
☂ picking them up
✗ bringing them alcohol
✣ bringing them food
☯ coming home late
♀ proposing marriage
hellhound / attire
What are you writing about?
Currently writing a paper for a course called Florence during the Renaissance, focusing on Santa Maria Novella, Alberti’s architectural design of its façade and Masaccio’s Holy Trinity. Other papers are for Japanese Visual Culture After WWII (which could have been interesting if not for all the weabs) and Judocide: the Murder of Jewish Culture During the Holocaust (which was actually fascinating but, having done Holocaust studies in the past, I'm a bit weary) - both of which I’ve yet to receive instructions for, so IDK what I’m supposed to be writing.
Three papers due in two weeks --- ugh, at least when I had to write papers last year it was about something mildly interesting. On the plus side, I have yet again managed bullshitting my way into writing more than necessary. Or maybe that's a downside. Hard to tell when describing every tiny fart a certain artist's ever made.
Salander couldn’t help it; another crooked smile forced its way to her lips at his admission of inadequacy. At least he wasn’t getting defensive like most people did when faced with their own shortcomings. She saw no qualms in pointing out those flaws or weaknesses if they were conducive to better behavior in the future.
“Perhaps I could come with you, once I find the city. It’s delicate work and I already have a powerful computer.”
The offer felt clumsy and childish, more like a plea when said out loud. Like a little girl looking for a place to hide. She looked back down at the computer screen to distract herself from such discomforting feelings. More than anything in the world, Salander feared that her feelings would be laughed at, and she would not want to see Hellhound laugh at her.
”Sure you can handle that ride? Came here on a bike.”
That, particularly, was not meant as an insult, but rather as a genuine concern –which had him frowning and twisting his lips and wishing, more than anything, that he could pour himself a generous glass of gin. He shouldn’t --- he DIDN’T give the slightest bit of shit about her, and the fact that things may have seemed otherwise was highly concerning. No, no – he didn’t care about her. All he cared about was her as an asset and the job being done. Couldn’t have her pass out on him in the middle of the fucking road and dropping off the fucking motorcycle. Yes. That was it. Much better.
Her computer didn’t look very powerful, admittedly – if anything, it seemed like it’s been through a lot. But it was not his place to question matters he hardly knew anything of.
”You should get some sleep beforehand, at least.”
He hadn’t planned on spending the night in New Jersey, but was certainly more than capable of handling himself. Maybe hit a bar or something once she was tucked in.
STING & BITE
❝ Rudeness is not tolerated in this establishment.
What will you have, then? ❞
"Gin and tonic. Don't be stingy with the gin."
“The longer you speak, the more I suspect you would.”
Pausing to rest again, Salander regarded her partner across the room and considered his offers in silence. A safe, off-the-map place to stay would be beneficial to her recovery and efforts to root out the issues behind her arrest warrant. But by no means did she believe there were no strings attached. There were always strings attached.
Still, the offer was tempting. So what, if she had to help Hellhound on further operations as payment for letting her stay in his apartment? She would make herself useful, have a chance to heal, get back in the game as it were. Plague would be happy to hear she was still alive, and his friend Bilbo.
“It’s a generous offer. I will consider it when the job is done.”
Well, that was just unnecessary. He’d like to see her try to handle an anti-material rifle that probably weighed twice what she did with a target at 1500 meters and a sandstorm coming from the west.
He didn’t know jack shit about computers, yes. He was not ashamed to admit it. That’s what he had people like her for. Contacts. Relationships were fragile and alliances shifted often; he could save someone's life and have them try to kill him a month later; but so were the rules of the game. Hate it; not the player --- and as long as someone was willing to help, they’d be in his good book till their next rendezvous.
”Be my guest.” He shrugged, lips twisting in a fine crooked line at his own joke. “You’ll simply have to explain things as you would to a child, I suppose. I’ll get my hands on whatever I need to get that shit done.”
Humans running for cover Wishing for life Gripping the light House lift up Trees lift up Cars intersect in the middle of the sky
Send "Black and Blue" for my muses reaction to opening the door, only to find your muse beaten and bloody.