HOXTON REBORN.

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[novashank-blog]

it’s only been 20 days im fine...... hi. sorry for almost losing activity. i’m here! i want to write. i’ll do some memes for sunday and then start some new threads.

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[kaitexel]

For  @pastle-lily! I was your Secret Santa this year, I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you a happy new year!! Hoxton and Wolf are precious babies and now I love them :’)

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[novashank-blog]

team bastard’s getting a starter after i come home from work (4 hours from now), but like this post for an action event starter! capping at 5!

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“Just a lil bit of patience and you get your shit back,” Hoxton says--mostly to himself, mind you. The shotgun in his hands fits him, like it could be a part of the uniform. His grin is wide, widest it’s ever been.

“Y’know, I hope guns exist in your god-realm-shit.” The mask has returned - he doesn’t have to put it on, but he does, and it’s like the first day at the bank all over again. The pink paint is a brighter neon in the haze of red alarms, a wicked smile worse than the one who wears it. The shells are haphazardly in the gym bag under his arm--Hoxton loads twelve in, one by one, eager and quick. “Guess you’ve got magic or somethin’ though, right?”

He lifts his head. The way Loki stares at him could be funny, but it’s not to him. “The fuck you lookin’ at? Just a mask.”

@mischiefreagent

[mischiefreagent-blog]

"your loss, not mine."

HE LIKES THE GALLOWS HUMOR.

    “Not sold on the assertion, friend.”

    Naturally, Loki supposed it could have come off as jarring, and really, it was–up until this point it was as if Hoxton had him on a string, all to come to a screaming halt with an ineffectual “No.” on Loki’s part, tone not dissimilar to the one you’d use when declining a salesman at the door.

    Behind his eyes and seeming look of utter ambivalence, Loki was smirking. Almost as if that was the intended effect.

   “Your plan is noble, if we’re talking honor among thieves,” Loki added, “But it’ll go nowhere. These entities hold their cards far too closely to their chest to let something as basic as fraud come to pass. It won’t make them come out any quicker, either.”

    It did flatter him that for all his crowing skepticism and doubt for Loki being, indeed, the real Loki, the Loki you read about in highschool libraries’ mythology aisles and elsewhere, that he nevertheless thought of coming to him for this plan. Maybe Hoxton did believe after all–or maybe, and this was likelier still, he’s bored and desperate. Loki could empathize with the feeling.

    “If we’re going to push boundaries to get, as you mortals would say, the men in black out, you need to think bigger than embezzlement of a currency we scarcely understand. Much bigger. Until then, I’m afraid I won’t help you. I do like you, though.” Loki tilted his head. “You’re at least thinking. That’s more than what I can say on account of many people I’ve met on this holed raft beside the sea.”

    Tapping the side of his cheek, he waved him off. “Unless you have something else to complain to me about?”

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at least I’m gay

[jade-loam]

빅ㅡ드릴맨 울프

욕쟁이 혹스턴

가면그리는거 재밌다

[novashank-blog]

the existence of dust is going to make life very, very nice for hoxton.

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[isolaradiale]

An eclipse settles over the island…

[knuckleduster]

i love sacrilege and i do enjoy some blasphemy from time to time, it is all very sexy

[novashank-blog]

mischiefreagent:

    What was this, a comic book?

    Well…

    “I find assailants on all sides, these days, seeing as I’ve taken a step back from that whole wholesale malice plus evil song and dance.” Loki was smirking. “I’m only just an ordinary old trickster, now.” Lying by omission is still lying, remembered Loki, but it was an honest lie. ‘Tis only a footnote on the ledger for Loki’s Great Lies and Betrayals.

    Just a lotta guns, and a lotta dead cops. Well, now he had to have been underselling it–no universe in which the lot of life lied with high-profile burglaries and heists could be that boring. Not that Loki had any intention of visiting, mind. Observation through proxy was fine.

    Loki watched him as the beacon was planted and its payload summoned, wondering at once at what the purpose of all this was. Unless the borderline-omnisicent entity that brought them here was taking a nap, what the need to mark random outliers of the city? To help with repairs? Boost morale? If anything, it felt like a distraction, and Loki wasn’t buying it.

    Still, seeing the process firsthand could prove helpful later. He stowed the memory and started talking again, presumably for having realized he hadn’t for at least a few minutes and that, naturally, required rectifying.

    “You say you haven’t met two of your teammates,” said Loki. “Who are they? What’s your team name? I’m awfully curious as to who a mortal heist-man shacks up with when it comes to the beacon-throwing competition.”

    He was prodding for information for his own sake. But that shouldn’t surprise anyone, not when he’s Loki.

His hand is back over his mouth, opening his palm against his face to curb the taste in his mouth. “Couple’a this girl’s friends - think they’re friends. Don’t know who they’d be, otherwise. I haven’t met ‘em.”

There’s a lot that he considered, of course - who they were. Who they could be. But liars are easy to pick out when they’re not experienced. Tell him to pick out the rat without a firewall between them, or a couple years his younger - he could tell you. For what his situation his, he has no reason not to trust Parley. Trusting Loki is another story - a story he’s not particularly interested in, mind you - but the so-far temporary alliance he’s found himself in? Manageable.

“None’a them want to go out and do shit - not going to get burned ‘cause of that, though, I say. Whatever’s in those kits is worth a couple’a brats.” He hasn’t met them, but he’s not going to be surprised if any of them are teenagers. Fucking teenagers. The worst.

The hand on his face roams to his nose, where he pinches the bridge. “And the team’s - Team Bastard. Not my fuckin’ idea.” And it folds shut, a fist for him to press his face against, eyes closed and passing through the thoughts in his head. Thinking about something a bit more familiar. He’s not one to admit it - but the air makes him dizzy. 

Doesn’t look it. Won’t look it, because that’s a terrible decision to make.

“Almost wish the real bastards I know were here. Tough shit not knowin’ anyone.” An understatement. “Fucking sucks. You know the one you’re teamed with, yeah? Aren’tcha? What’s his name?”

[skepsys]

if i dont post this i absolutely will keep picking at the tiniest things until my hands fall off so Please Just Take It

[novashank-blog]

hornsaint:

 “Androids? When did that happen?” Did he end up in the future or something and this is what happened to civli-

No stop. Thats just a theory. 

 A deep breath. 

 “Alright… Androids. But if she came from down the hole. That means…”

According to cartoons. 

  “She has a charging station underneath the hole then.”

It tells a lot about who he is as a person when he turns pensive. 

“You know what?”

Anything is believable. He’s seen a zombie. He’s seen kids that look like squids. He’s seen a man from Florida. Anything exists out here.

“You’re probably not wrong.”

Hoxton folds his arms, once pensive, now a little more neutral. He sighs, briefly, and quietly. “Nothin’s happened. Don’t go gettin’ yourself all riled up over it; I guess we’ll be told, even if that’s fucking shit to wait.”