Ｃａｓｅ Ｎｕｍｂｅｒ： １７４

【how's that LAWSUIT going?】

[becamethehostarchive-blog]

The tumble, the struggle, the TRIUMPH. Miles catches them both and spins, nanites hissing through his skin, dripping blood along the tile as they tumble until Miles is on top, between Billy’s legs, and has a hand wrapped tightly around his throat. When he growls, his throat is a guttural mess from the nanites and his features contort in feral instinct. “You were going to burn this place with ME in it! I didn’t ASK to be anyone’s fucking APOSTLE! I didn’t ask for any of this! I came here to the right goddamn thing, not be another fucking BLOOD STAIN. YOU TRIED TO KILL ME.”

He keeps the hand on his throat, but his grip eases as he listens to the Walrider’s static musings between them, listening to how it calls to Billy, it seeks his familiarity, it keeps him there. The Walrider isn’t going to be rid of Billy Hope and it’s telling Miles in subtle whispers and the taste of Billy’s blood in Miles’ mouth that Billy is going NOWHERE.

Miles is tired. So very tired. He gives in, he caves to the static and finally leans down to rest his head against Billy’s shoulder, which is still eerily tangible to him. “You’re not going anywhere, kid. It made up it’s mind already… m’not about to argue with the thing keeping us BOTH alive.”

[hostofhope-blog]

When he had the Walrider he was unstoppable. Now? Now he’s back to being a skinny kid with no real grasp of how to handle himself in a fight. Billy screams in frustration when Miles ends up on top – his neck strains against the hand wrapped around it and he bucks beneath him but it’s to no avail. Hands claw at his forearms – nails scratching the leather jacket in desperation.

If he was already dead then why did it feel like he was dying again? He wants to shout back at him that everything this place touched was destined for death. That the only way to make it better was to burn it away. Leave nothing but a scorch mark.

Miles was grouped into that now. He was as tainted as the rest of them were.

The fingers latched around his throat ease up and Billy would have taken the opportunity to attack him again but the Walrider’s soothing murmurs keep him down – they placate him in a way that Miles would never be able to have otherwise.

It abandoned him but it wasn’t going to let Miles kill him? He sobs on a breath. “Why am I here?” He’s panicking. He’d felt himself dying – choking on blood and chemicals in a fishbowl. Now he could pick up bits and pieces of a memory that didn’t belong to him and he was struggling to maintain a physical form. The Walrider was doing most of the work.

“I don’t want to be. It abandoned me – let you kill me. Why am I still here? Fuck this. Fuck. You.” More than ever it’s apparent that Billy Hope is a scared kid.

[vxctoriano]

He didn’t see the transformation and in hindsight that was probably for the best. What grip he still had on his fragile sanity might have slipped entirely had he the courage to look up and see what was happening to the stranger. He would be ashamed to admit that he was scared, but he could only describe the man before him as demonic and what was more terrifying than finding that the religion he had scorned was the truth? He couldn’t bear it. 

He’s whimpering, hardly away that the quiet keening was coming from his own mouth and at the touch of those clawed tipped hands he cringes back, his body vibrating with trembles from the pain and the fear. He couldn’t..But he must..He opens his eyes for the briefest moment, horror plain in his expression as he sees the changes in the other man and feels his tongue glide across the back of his hand. 

“..M-my sins?”

He barely has time to croak the words before the creature lunges for him and he shrieks, dignity forgotten in the face of pure terror as the being invades his mouth, the slick sensation of it’s tongue against his own making Ruben gag. It’s fortunate for Billy that he quickly moves away, seconds after he does Ruben reels to the side, vomiting hard enough to make his stomach ache and he moans weakly, trying to look anywhere but at the other man. He couldn’t take seeing his eyes. 

[hostofhope-blog]

Billy turns his head aside and spits out a mouthful of blood that didn’t belong to him. The drude hisses in displeasure but he doesn’t want to feed it after it practically assaulted the guy. So much for keeping that under control – for keeping it a secret from someone else.

“Fucking disgusting leech of a –“ Billy bites out another curse before wiping his tongue off on the back of his hand. If he could he would rip it out along with the memories. Unlike the Walrider he remembered every moment the drude took control. Specifically the tonguing and how his blood tasted like the best thing he’d put in his mouth over the last few months.

It’s disgusting.

He turns over onto his hands and knees and resists the urge to throw up. Control is slowly coming back to him but he still sees the world in splotches of black and white. Billy straightens up, still on his knees with his back to the other man – whose name he now knew, whose secrets he didn’t want bouncing around in his own head but the blood dreams were stronger now.

“It’s not a demon. It’s – it’s technology. Something given intelligence. It’s not religion.” Billy grits the words out, having sensed Ruben’s fears about the drude and how it seemed to be. It calls back memories of Mount Massive and how the patients revered and feared him. It. Both.

On shaky legs he stands back up, but doesn’t turn to face him, vision finally returning to normal and the black no longer staining his eyes.

“Don’t ask.”

[aloneandlosing-deactivated20161]

AFK

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[hostofhope-blog]

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[walkonsoldier]

 @hostofhope | post-asylum AU

     Everything Billy had said prior to his name was drowned out by thoughts of containing and killing and red on red-

       “You.” The larger man grunts and his blind eyes are searching, wishing to see the spectacle of a man who had hosted that thing. The one who had finally let it free to roam and contaminate everything around him. And all in all, maybe he should thank Billy, but that thought is smothered with anything else that isn’t remnants of his prior mission. 

                      That feeling will never stop lingering. He had failed, hadn’t he?

      “Is it still within you? The Walrider?” 

[hostofhope-blog]

“Yeah me big guy.” Billy deadpans with his arms folded in front of himself. He eyes the recovering patient, recalling him in a much different fashion. Then again most of their interaction had been when Billy saw him through the eyes of the Walrider.

He’d tried to stop him, to stop the creature he supposes. That’s something Billy can’t entirely blame him for. Controlling the Walrider had been nearly impossible – he had lost control.

“It jumped ship soon as some asshole tried to kill me.” Billy takes a seat, leaning backwards to gaze up at the sky like he wasn’t talking about nanotechnology and parasitic science.

No, now he had the drude. Something arguably much worse, and much better.

“I didn’t ask to be a host you know.”

[vxctoriano]

Seeing the expression of enjoyment drop from his face made up for the pain and Ruben bares his bloody teeth in a grin, lifting a hand to wipe the trickle of blood that slipped past his lips. Of course there cold be no satisfaction derived from those who let themselves be hurt, even more so from those who didn’t allow themselves to show pain. It was a sport he was practised in and he was almost too busy delighted in his own success to see the change in his opponent. 

No…No it couldn’t be. 

He was strict non believer having been forced to endure his father’s almost zealous beliefs. Superstition had no place among logical and scientific fact. But the man’s eyes were black and the truth of that couldn’t be denied. It was right in front of him and Ruben stumbled backward, moaning softly as he brought his hands up to cover his eyes. 

“It’s not…It’s not real.”

[hostofhope-blog]

Black seeped into his veins, tracing along his forearms and up towards his heart. His skin, naturally tan seemed to pale against the contrast as he leaned forward, back curling to better get a look at the other man's face. It wasn't Billy taking in the sight though. Black voids were fixed on the bit of crimson that stained the corner of his lips, flicking down towards the back of the hand it was wiped off on.

What a waste.

One hand, looking as though it had been dipped in ink with sharpened nails rather than fingertips reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. The drude crowded in closer and with a firm, near bone-crushing grip on his wrists it raises one hand to lick at the cooling blood. It isn't as good as when it's drying on the surface.

We won't kill. But we know of your sins. See them. Billy would want you dead. Can atone in other ways.

Then it lunges forward latching onto the edge of his mouth to lick at the blood there. His form is losing human shape, becoming dark as it licks into his mouth to find the source of the blood. There isn't nearly enough and right when it is considering making a new mark to drink from - Billy regains control and physically throws himself away from him, landing hard on his tailbone as he scurries away.

[myhaunteddemons]

last night i dreamt that somebody love me - the smiths

[vxctoriano]

Ruben only felt a brief moment of satisfaction when his opponent stumbled past him, he wasn’t going to be able to dodge him forever and the stranger had height and strength on his side. Stepping slightly to the side and away from the other man, Ruben rolled his shoulders and started the slow process of relaxing his body in preparation of being hit. 

“I don’t recall telling you to punch me.” It was only fair that the stranger managed to hit him at least once or twice and he did nothing to avoid the punch. The pain was sudden, bright and astonishing and he choked on a gasp as he reeled back, the familiar taste of blood sickly and metallic in his mouth. That…That had hurt more than he’d expected.

“…Are you satisfied n-now?”

[hostofhope-blog]

One of his hits lands, but his enjoyment is short lived when he realizes that he hadn’t put up any fight. He went limp and let the punch cut across his jaw. Billy’s arm drops to his side, brows furrowed. What power trip he got from being able to inflict some pain was overwhelmed by humming static when he noticed the crimson at the corner of his lips.

“Oh shit.”

He doubles over and digs his fingers into the side of his head, struggling to keep control. Usually it was a combination of the two, but this time the drude wasn't playing games.

When his head snaps back up his eyes are entirely black, gaping voids in his face as he - or the drude stare back.

He hasn't fed us in days.

The voice is no longer Billy's. There's an overlaid buzzing and feminine quality to it now.

[becamethehostarchive-blog]

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[becamethehostarchive-blog]

There’s blood behind Miles’ teeth when he tries to muster words once again– trying to explain, to justify his actions– but then a very tangible foot collides with his side and he’s winded. It’s an amazing thing, however, pain. The signals go shooting up his cerebral cortex like a jolt of lightning, tinged with more data from the nanites, which hiss and growl at the onslaught.

But the Walrider doesn’t lash out like it ought to– just roars static into Miles’ ears so much so that Miles realizes that if he wishes for the onslaught to end, he’ll have to end it himself. A hand shoots out– pale from blood loss and missing a finger– and grabs at Billy’s torso. Miles didn’t expect to actually find purchase on anything but there’s flesh under his fingers and he manages to find his footing with a low growl in the back of his throat. “Fuck you, Hope. I’m not apologizing for surviving. You tried to fucking kill me. After killin’ how many of those assholes yourself?”

Miles rolls his shoulders as the Walrider hisses between their bodies like an electric tension lashing them together, and shoves Billy roughly into the wall behind him. “Get off your fuckin’ high horse, kid.”

[hostofhope-blog]

The rush of hitting someone else, of having power over someone else is short-lived. When the Walrider screams it echoes in Billy’s mind as well, but this time it isn’t really his mind. It’s Upshur’s and that is a sobering fact. Especially when Miles actually grabs onto him and curls what fingers he has left into the – oh fuck he was wearing the same jumpsuit he had back when he was a patient here.

“Because I knew it was going to come to this you son of a –“ Billy doesn’t get to finish cursing. Rather unused to being solid – or perceived as such because of the Walrider –  he hits the wall with a thud when Miles shoves him, and flickers out of existence briefly for a second.

Could only Miles interact with him like this? Because of the fucking Walrider?

“You killed me! You did exactly what they wanted! I was going to burn this place with them in it but you- !” Billy screams at him, unable to finish his sentence he’s so enraged. His voice is hoarse and he can’t properly string together a sentence to express how angry he is.

How .  .  . hopeless he is.

He steps towards Miles, and then decides to lunge at him, intending to tackle him or hurt him somehow. Make him pay for this.

[walkonsoldier]

@hostofhope | post-asylum AU

        His sight, or lack there of as it were, really didn’t help in identifying who anyone else might be talking to. He heard a loud voice, one attempting to gain the attention of someone— Or something? There was no way he could tell. 

        “Hm?” A low hum leaves his throat and he turns his head toward the voice just in case. If they were speaking to him, at least he could avoid unnecessary rudeness by responding. And if they weren’t, well, he’s sure he would be ignored.

[hostofhope-blog]

Billy wasn’t deterred by the lack of a response, if anything it spurred him on. That is until he got close enough to take in the rest of Chris Walker – the details he’d missed by standing so far away. Inside of him the drude hummed in appreciation of what it saw. The memories Billy had of him.

So different from the man that sat before him now.

“Damn they did a number on you.” Billy stopped a few feet from the guy, his arms folded in front of his chest and his eyes narrowed. “Can’t believe you survived.” That anyone survived. He licks his lower lip, suddenly uncertain of what to do or say now that he was here.

The first person from Mount Massive he could talk to and he was struck mute.

“Billy Hope.”

[won-der-land89]

[senthereforareason]

Accidents happen all the time.

Send one of the following for my muse’s response.

☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door. ↘ For yours to accidentally make mine trip on the stairs. ♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.  ✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut.  ♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing. ♕ For yours to accidentally hit their head with mine’s head. ❊  both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush. ☄ For both of them to accidentally get bitten by a furious dog. ✚ For both of them to accidentally get food poisoned. ⊙⊙ For yours to accidentally get soap in mine’s eyes.  ✗ For mine to accidentally cause an allergic reaction to yours.

[hostofhope-blog]

ｈｕｎｔｅｄ

[pierssureshotnivans]

There’s a twitchiness to the man that Piers has seen a few times before. It’s a very good indication of nerves, but also that there’s something he’s hiding. Given who’s after him, Piers doesn’t find the latter hard to believe. Everyone has their secrets, but those who come into contact with Murkoff seem to have more than most. 

The story the man shares, in fits and starts, bears up that assessment. Some of it is familiar. Words, here and there, which Piers has heard before. What was it Waylon had told him? Nanotechnology. Billy doesn’t mention that, specifically, but other things ring a bell. Piers listens, quietly and patiently, leaving his expression as blank as possible. If he were to show something which could be taken as disbelief, there may be unfortunate consequences. 

The way Billy smiles is less than comforting. It’s almost eerie, chilling Piers to the core. Descriptions of murder accompanied by wry amusement make for an unsettling experience for Piers. But he’s made of stern stuff. He’s seen horrors that would have most people questioning their sanity long after the event. Monsters are a part and parcel of his life and ghost stories have never scared him. It’s the stunning array of emotions that Piers finds most perturbing because they’re so contradictory. Smiles through death. Laughter through torment. Crying without tears. 

For a few seconds after Billy falls silent but for his sobbing, Piers says nothing. There’s a tricky path ahead of him, with pitfalls and traps be must be careful to avoid. Billy is unstable, an unpredictable factor, and Piers must steer his way through this field of explosive emotions. Eventually, after some pondering and deliberation, he finally responds to the wreckage of a man, slumped on his floor.

“Yeah, it is crazy, but believe it or not, I’m kind of used to crazy so it doesn’t put me off helping you. If you want my help, that is…” Whether Piers could actually do anything to help is another matter entirely, but they’ll cross that bridge when they came to it. What comes first is establishing whether Billy wants it. If he says no, if all he wants is to finish his beer and get the hell out of here, then Piers won’t stop him. But if he says yes, then Piers will do everything he can. 

[hostofhope-blog]

Billy spreads his hands open and covers his face with them both, fingers digging into his forehead and leaving slight indentations there from nails that just the other day had skin and blood under them. He needs to get ahold of his thoughts and control his emotions. The drude is trying to calm him down with whispered coo’s and motherly intent but Billy doesn’t want any of it. Not right now. He needs something else that he can’t quite identify but he can feel it in his chest. An aching gaping something.

Another voice pulls him away from the thought of whatever this something might be and he peeks through his fingers to stare at Piers.

He takes a deep breath in – does he even need to breathe? – he does it anyway and lets it out, dropping his hands so that they rest on floor instead of his face. What does Billy want? Does he need help? Probably. Fuck, he’d needed help before but had anyone helped him? No. They threw him into the basement of an asylum that killed him. Twice over.

“How can you help?” It may be the most honest thing Billy has said thus far. There’s a thread of anxiety and genuine uncertainty in his voice. He truly doesn’t know what to expect from Piers. How to handle an offered kindness or what to do with it.

The precarious edge Billy had been toeing at seems to be further away than it was before. He’s no longer on the verge of snapping or breaking down. Tired – that was how he felt. Not physically but emotionally, and mentally. He was tired of the drude whispering at the back of his mind and of the lingering visions back from when he had shared his thoughts with the walrider. One demon for another.

Piers couldn’t know what he was offering. Even after Billy had tried to tell him, to explain it.

“I don’t usually do that.” Billy says, trying to save what little face he could after his break down. If he hadn’t gotten it under control who knows what else he would have said. Fuck he’s embarrassed. “It’s a shit ton to take in. I mean life outside. Other,” he gives Piers a once over, “people. I’m fucking confused right now.”

[vxctoriano]

“How articulate.” As if he hadn’t been reduced to curses at time to get his point across, it was easy to pretend superiority when the stranger didn’t know the first thing about him. It went both ways, had he known that telling Billy not to do something would tempt him into doing that just…He might have checked his tongue. 

The change in expression gives him a split second to react and he jumps out of the way, hoping he’d given himself enough time not to get caught. The key was not to allow himself to be pinned, undoubtedly the other man was stronger and Ruben suspected that once he was held down, he wouldn’t be able to get back up again. 

[hostofhope-blog]

Another grim smile when he comments on Billy’s vocabulary. For a high school dropout he felt pretty damned good about himself. There wasn’t much time to pat himself on the back though since this one was apparently a slippery one. He reacted faster than Billy would have ever thought he would and so he stumbled briefly, spinning on one foot to face him.

“C’mon.” Talk a big game and you should back it up. Or that’s how Billy felt and so he lunged again, arm tucked into his side in preparation to throw a punch. Straight for his face.

A broken nose might do the guy some favors actually now that he thought about it.

[vxctoriano]

“I’m almost disappointed.”

 It had long been a bad habit to let his derision rule over his logic, one could claim that it had been handed down through the generations, one Victoriano at a time. The need to mock him was strong and worth being punched in the face for the  satisfaction of knowing he had provoked him. Ruben’s words sharpened like knives and dug deep into the stranger’s heart. 

“Evidently not, but I wouldn’t advise trying to harm me.” He was thin and appeared delicate, but there was strength in his limbs and he could always curl his fingers around the other man’s throat and squeeze.

“It wouldn’t end well for either of us.”

[hostofhope-blog]

"Boo fucking hoo sorry to disappoint get in line."

Billy doesn't miss a beat. He gives as good as he gets when it comes to attitude, and then some. With overtly colorful language thrown in to boot. He had managed to get the anger under control and seemed to be slowly edging his way back to reason when the absolute worst thing to be said was said.

Telling Billy not to do something was the surest way to get him to do something. A grin tugs his lips upwards and his eyes flash dangerously before he lunges for him, intending to take him to the ground and pin him there. Once pinned he could then throw as many punches as he'd like. Being the egotistical thing that he is Billy doesn't expect any kind of resistance or decent fight from him.

Not that Billy was an ace fighter. He relied on surprise and cheap tactics.

And the drude.

[the-write-ideas]

Lost Girl (TV series) sentence pack

requested by pxrokinesis

“Who the hell are you?”

“Being human sucks.”

“You spit on the wrong guy.”

“I was wrong about you. You’re one of the good ones.”

“Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“Are you seriously gonna pretend that wasn’t the funniest shit ever in the history of funny and shit?”

“I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful something.”

“You need a snack so… you can feed on me.”

“I will never forgive you for this.”

(NSFW) “Your panty play was always top notch.”

“I don’t wear underwear.”

“Normally, that would make me jealous.”

“I’m not scared or anything, I’m just bored, and you amuse me.”

“Back off or I’ll drop kick you into a woman’s conference.”

“We’re going on a mission.”

“Ready to go home?”

“You ever pull a stunt like this again, I’ll personally rip your head off and shove it up your little white ass.”

(NSFW) "You’re right. Knocking bits is more important than saving lives.“

"You’re really hot. Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Why would anyone leave their cell phone at home? Ever?”

“If you’re looking for a distraction, I’m partial to bar fights and howling at the moon.”

“I chose you and you broke my heart.”

“Miss me?”

“You need to work on your mind reading skills.”

“I’m a very, very bad wolf.”

“I like you. It’s just that I don’t like that I like you.”

“You’re not like anyone I have ever met.”

“Don’t struggle. It’s futile." 

”Take it easy Meryl Streep.“