- ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛꜱ

[markedwrath]

—ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪᴛ, ɢɪʀʟ.

THE ROOKIE DEPUTY ( brought back by holly because she misses her girls ) from FAR CRY 5 by Ubisoft. This is a sideblog to 1DEFENSE , so you will get a follow back from that blog. [ GOOGLE DOC ] Created 2023, deleted, remade.

ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴀ.

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[ofvoidx]

perhaps hope county's real fear wasn't the terror of physical trauma or horrors beyond belief— IT WAS LOSING YOURSELF . somewhere, which feels like decades ago, faith was a teenager that loved doing good things. HELPING PEOPLE . she had such a vague and gullible personality. she was a ray of sunshine that sought out social connections and that's how the drugs started. JOSEPH SEED IS A MASTERMIND AT TWISTING PERSONALITIES . jacob needed help with his trauma. john needed help with his sadistic tendencies. faith needed help with drugs. INSTEAD JOSEPH SEED HEIGHTENED ALL THESE —

— look at all the pretty, little monsters he has made. yet laurel doesn't let go. THE DEPUTY HOLDS ON TIGHTER . something in faith's chest feels like it could heal. maybe. it feels lighter.

rachel's hands move, cradling laurel's jawline and holding the woman's head in place. SHE PLACES A KISS AGAINST THE TOP OF LAUREL'S HEAD . there's a part of faith that feels real for once, instead of this idea that joseph wants. NO , YOU WERE PURE AND CLEAN AND HIS ANGEL . nobody here wants to be an angel, do they? rachel misses all the normal things: cooking a dinner, watching a stupid tv show, shopping for groceries. laurel could demand she stay here, but it still wouldn't be as much of a prison as joseph has created for her. WHERE DID HER PERSONALITY GO ? fight, win, be your own person again.

"laurel," and that is probably one of the only times faith has said the deputy's actual name. IT IS SPOKEN LIKE A PRAYER . "why did you want to become a sheriff deputy?" also one of the rare times faith has asked laurel about herself, as a person. perhaps things could heal. @markedwrath

[markedwrath]

she had heard many a name for herself during hope county's war, but her own was said very little. the one she loved, granted by her mother, kept quiet as if sacred. of course, faith would know it. it isn't a secret - nothing that silly. but "rook" has answered to "deputy" and "rookie" and so many other things that she had almost forgotten was laurel was supposed to sound like when spoken properly, by someone who cared.

" I joined the military at eighteen, just out of high school. my dad was a cop and he raised me so I guess part of me just wanted to be like him ... but I liked it. I like helping people. it's a purpose ... good reason to get up in the morning. " she wanted to be like the "him" she knew, not the monster he turned out to be. and she wanted to make things right in their hometown.

laurel found out quickly it was a chore she could not do alone.

" fall's end was supposed to be easier. less work, more down time. joseph fucked that up. " she tilts her head, happy to be in hands that do not come to hurt her. pieces of her begin to relax. in the quiet of the bunker, she whispers. " what does rachel like to do? "

[flowerisherehi]

I drew this 2 years ago and forgot about it until just now

[swagvo1d]

doomed

[relamb]

@markedwrath: if i'm stopped for any reason, you have to keep going. clear? / joey

This feeling of discontentment rests within the confines of her ribs; it aches, often suddenly and then not at all. But it never goes away. It lingers like a phantom would at the foot of a child's bed until the parents come in to reassure the child that it is nothing. They're imagining things. She's imagining things. This deal with God resembles some kind of emotional stigmata. No one else can see it, but the wounds are there all the same.

"You're funny," the deputy hums. She's in no mood to argue now, though Acacia knows that's exactly what this will turn into. Her hands load another round into the handgun she's carrying with a nod of the head. The Seeds have tried to take everything from her. Acacia will not let them take Joey too. What good is preventing the end of of times if the ones you love are not there too? "I'm not leaving you behind. Never."

[markedwrath]

Joey is too focused on their surroundings to roll her eyes, but Acacia would know Joey's thoughts on her stubbornness. Two bullets are snatched quickly from her belt and the shotgun is reloaded. The ejected casings are still hot to the touch. They clatter against one another in the dirt.

"I'm not the only person that matters here." That matters. The taste of the phrase is sour. Joey doesn't think that highly of herself. She doesn't want to die ... & she doesn't want Acacia to leave her, but she's practical. "You gotta help the others, too, Rook. You can't risk is all for one person. Not in this shit."

[ofvoidx]

softness and love shouldn't seem like such a strange dream, yet it does here. EVEN FOR ALL THAT JOSEPH PREACHES . hope county is now drenched in blood and wasted futures, there is only a manic man, his sociopathic brother and his psychopathic brother. THE SISTERS HE TRIES TO CREATE . then just kills them when they don't seem as loyal or dedicated to the cause. it's the way even faith feels rachel like this was all tangible and not just a trick of the mind. RACHEL WANTS TO BE ALIVE . rachel would like to be a sane member of the real world and not a gnawing sin clawing at the very corners of faith's mind. @markedwrath

rachel's pout loosens, lips parting further. THERE'S A HEAVIER RISE AND FALL TO HER CHEST . she wants this to be real. she wants this to be about love, about hope. NOT SOME RACE AGAINST HOPE WITH A FALSE PROPHET THAT REALLY HATES . faith's heartrate picks up. she just doesn't want to be hurt, not by laurel, not by faith. IT WON'T ALL DISAPPEAR ? she can have the night. they can have the night, without addiction, without paranoia, without control. TOGETHER , JUST THEM .

" tonight, at least, becomes ours. " faith's whisper even sounded like a promise. she can keep that promise. SHE'LL KILL ANYONE ELSE THAT TRIES TO BREAK IT FOR THEM . that's their promise. theirs. theirs. THEIRS . faith moves slightly around laurel, wrapping her arms around the other woman's midsection, head resting against a shoulder. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SHE EVEN DID GET A HUG ?

[markedwrath]

The words that begin in her head can't make their way to her throat and tongue and teeth. They are stopped before they are started, banished to remain silent and unheard. How could the deputy, the one in CHARGE of keeping people safe, the one begging Rachel to flee the Father's grasp, admit to fear? How can she tell this woman that she is terrified of what the morning brings? The word 'WRATH' is carved into her skin. The point of the knife dove through the layers of her flesh and now the label is set in her soul. She cannot tell Faith - Rachel - about the pain is brought her, how she screamed, how she said YES just to try and save Joey from more hurt. If she admits to that moment of weakness and the nightmares it brought to her sleep, Rachel may not stay. She may not believe the deputy can keep her safe.

Laurel wraps her arms around Rachel as far as they can reach. Overlapping on her back, hands splay fingers wide, as if she's carrying something breakable. Something that requires gentleness. A gentleness that Laurel would not have thought she still had were it not for the here and now.

If tonight is all Rachel can promise, then Laurel will accept that. But she knows that when the sun rises, the reality will have changed. The badge that means she can't let Rachel leave the bunker. Let her go back to running and ruining the Henbane. She doesn't want her to see it as imprisonment, but rather, safety. It has to be her choice.

"It's alright. It's just us, you and me. And these fifty cans of tuna next to fifty cans of beer."

A hand rubs at Rachel's back, a ring snagging shortly at the lace fabric. "Happily stuck in a bunker with the prettiest woman in Hope County ... maybe god is real. "

[yourgodtobe]

hey come over tonight we can teach the neighbors your name

[liftedrelics]

There's a very large grin plastered all over the pyro's face when she drops the spoon and brownie mix splatters on the both of them. He's scooping what small amount has ended up on his hoodie and sucks it off of his finger. "Hey, it's not bad though." He replies, smiling again like he hadn't been the whole reason some of the batter ended up on them.

"I don't think those expiration dates really even matter for stuff like this." He continues, reaching across the counter to scoop the chocolate batter off of her tank top and licks that off of his finger too. It's one of the rare occasions life actually feels semi-normal when Acolytes of the Seeds occupied every corner of this valley in search of defectors, and anyone in disagreement with their narrative.

[markedwrath]

When she took back the main community of Fall's End, she did it with a dog and a sniper. Not that there was much to the place - one main road, a church, a mechanic shop, and a few houses. Laurel's house may not still be standing, but she has a camper. It's better than being underground in some bunker. The sweet Montana sky makes her happy.

The little pink speaker in the corner of her home spits out buckle bunny. "They definitely fucking matter. Eat this box in a few years and it'll taste like dried up paste." She doesn't actually know that, but Laurel takes a guess. She didn't see any of them in one of the sibling's bunkers, and who the fuck wants to live underground without brownies? "It's going in the oven but I'm taking them out while they're still gooey."

[dirbenaffleck]

LONGMIRE ‧ 2012 - 2017 Ep: A Fog That Won't Lift

[hoidn]

Never enough Vic 36/?

Longmire + the morning after

[markedwrath]

"You got somethin' on your cheek." - Sharky @ Laurel @liftedrelics

She goes to slap his hand away, dropping the spoon covered in brownie batter back into the bowl at the same time. The contents are too thick to splash, but some manages to splatter, both on Laurel's tank top and Sharky's hoodie. "Damn, Boshaw." Two words, spoken with twice the number of syllables required. "I found a betty box of brownies in the basement at the Spread Eagle. Casey told me to grab them since they were almost outta date."

Laurel's house - now a camper behind the burnt husk of her previous home - smells much better than Sharky's. She's told him that, too, a few times. It's better to hang at her place - and besides, it's next to the bar! Her tongue stretches to try and get the batter off her cheek. "Can't even get decent edible in town with the Seed's rolling in. Those fucking guys.."

[markedwrath]

ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘɪʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ // ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅᴡʀᴀᴛʜ TAKE 2 BY HOLLY

[1defense]

GOODBYE IS ALWAYS IMPLIED