goin' to hell in a hand basket

Name's Ricky, but I guess that doesn't matter much anymore, huh?

[plantsplice]

Flower Language

[archive-mechanicalsong-blog]

“Aimee.” Theo says it once to get a feel for the name, smiling a little after he says it.

The forget-me-nots are a nice light purple color that is easy on the eyes. If it were possible he would like to look at them all day, but nothing would get done that way. It’s a shame there weren’t many of them about.

“That’s unfortunate, they’re really beautiful.” He added.

It was concerning to think that they could run out of air down here. If the flowers were possibly being effected, what would happen to them? Could they really run out of air?

Perhaps it would be easier if he just didn’t over think it.

“The Tree Grove huh, I’ll go there when I visit next. Maybe I’ll see you there sometime.”

[plantsplice]

Ricky paused for a moment, pencil hanging in midair over the page. 

"Some of these plants are hardier than others; I've seen more than a few survive things that nothing should be able to," he said, once more shading in the color of the petals. 

He smiled at Theo for a moment, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

"If you do decide to come to The Tree Grove, I can show you some of the plants that have been watered more by blood than by water; they're beautiful."

[plantsplice]

Smell the Roses

[spadebabe-archive]

And that was a damned good question. It stopped her in her tracks, rendered her unable of movement so long as she processed the inquiry and searched for its answer. Why would she help him?

The first answer was clear - her own prejudices aside, he was on their side. He had fought the battles same as anyone else and had his blood and scars to show for it. 

The second one came as her gaze dropped, skimming the floor, his dirtied shoes, her calloused hands - and further down, the injection points on her arm, surely matching his. 

"…You weren’t the one who did it." In her heart was a clear place of hatred, set against those who had made ruin of what might have been good - her mother, the opposition, the splicers, all of whom had wrecked Rapture for her somehow.

But first and foremost, she tried to remind herself, Ricky was himself, a teammate. 

"I’ve got my own shit t’get over, Ricky, and it ain’t you. Promise." She turned to face him, apology apparently in her expression. It wasn’t the best consolation, but it was all she could offer - a reassurance that he wasn’t the problem. "You’re a friend, and I ain’t actin’ like one. I’m… I’m workin’ on it."

[plantsplice]

The answer wasn't what he was expecting: a punch to the gut, an admission of hatred, even a bout of silence to be punctuated only by the sound of breathing. The near apology--the closest he thought she could get to--stopped his breath for a moment, stung his eyes with unshed tears. 

He thought of who he was before he picked side; that brief amount of time where he spent days wandering around Rapture, watching the end approach with a growing inertia, and spent his hours bloodying his hands with the lives of the uninvolved. He wondered if she knew about that, about all the people he'd killed without cause--if anything, he hoped she knew about the flowers he left for the corpses of the fallen rebels. 

"Take yer time," he said, eyes skittering across the floor, "it's understandable."

[foxy-feels-deactivated20141128]

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[plantsplice]

➳ (( do your worst cabbage patch ))

“You can’t run away. You can’t hide when the person you’re hidin' from is yourself," Ricky panted, split lips bleeding down his chin, dripping onto Isaiah's fist where it was twisted in his shirt. 

"How long've you been runnin', Isaiah? How much longer you gonna go 'fore you realize it's fuckin' pointless," Ricky said, one hand coming up to rest upon his fist. "You keep looking for the monsters in the dark, but did you ever think to look in a fuckin' mirror?"

[plantsplice]

prompt: modern au darlings doing a cute thing like holding hands, probably

"How's the water, Ricky?" Allegany teases, feet already numb from the chill of the river water. 

Ricky grins, diving under before bouncing back up, spluttering and rubbing the water from his face. It's nearly midnight, but he'd insisted that they go swimming, right now. 

"Cold as hell!" He shouts back, a dark shape in the gloom of the water. "Why don't you get in?" 

"Why don't you get out before you die of hypothermia?" She asked back, skin already broken out in gooseflesh. 

She heard a sigh and a few splashes before he appeared beside her, dripping wet and grinning wide. 

They sat on the bank after that, listening to the cicadas and the soft roar of the river, hands clasped together despite the chill.

[plantsplice]

➳

“Do you hear them? Do you hear the voices?” Ricky asks, voice low and feverish, eyes jumping from Al's face to the darkness over her shoulder before returning to skim over her features. 

It's been too long; too much ADAM, too little human contact, too many corpses he's created or stumbled upon. His mind is a mess of bright memories and the dull roar of addiction; there is nothing left of Ricky but a cracked mask. 

There is some distant part of him trying to reconcile with him, but it's drowned out by the distant shouts of the deceased-- the ones that he killed and those that he could not save. 

"Al," he says, and grips her shoulders, "don't ever let the dead catch up to you." 

[whimsygardens-archives]

SUPER DUPER ANGST MEME

[plantsplice]

jack-has-returned-rp:

send me a ➳ and i will generate a number from 1-300  (yes, 300!) for what  my  muse  will say to   yours.

read more;

[chokeon-yourlies]

[plantsplice]

Smell the Roses

[spadebabe-archive]

God, was he a mess, all blood and scar and hesitance. He did need the help, and as someone on the same side, it was her job, in part, to keep him safe. That was the secondary directive - it was everyone’s responsibility to keep each other going. Perhaps Al took it to heart a bit more than the others. She turned to leave, waving him after her. 

"…Yeah. Follow me."

She searched for something to say after that, walking away and trusting him to follow. There weren’t really words to be exchanged between them - she was uncomfortable, and he knew it well. And she bothered herself with every retraction, every pull away and inch of distance she felt the need to make between them. Perhaps it wasn’t her fault she didn’t feel safe - it was splicers that had turned things or the worse, right?

Allegany found no comfort in that. He was an ally - she should be treating him as such. Sighing, she kept her gaze closer to the ground than not. Maybe it was a better time to just… not say anything.

[plantsplice]

He tried to think of something to say--anything would do at this point, he thought, silence weighing heavy in the back of his throat--but only came up with things that didn't deserve to break the quiet. 

He scuffled his shoes on the floor, limping along after Al and trying to decide if there was any way he could befriend her.

He was a monster, one beyond rehabilitation or commiseration, and he knew she could never forgive that. Strike one. 

Covered in blood and gore, his own injuries bright spots of pain along his body--he couldn't remember a time when Al had not seen him like this. Strike two.

He stopped walking, hands clenched at his fists and teeth grinding together, staring at Al's back.

"Why would ya help me if I'm one of the things that killed so many of yer friends?" He blurted out, voice high with frustration. He couldn't understand her, and he didn't want to if it meant having to dissect the look of perpetual disgust and frustration that hung on her face whenever he was around. 

He was tired of the seething quiet that enveloped the two of them whenever they were alone. Better the two of them be honest with each other than let the silence grow any larger.

[aliasrobin]

[odahm]

[plantsplice]

//

hello, ricky's mun here! i'm making this post to mark the change in ricky's fc. this has been something that's been bothering me and i've finally found a fc that i feel fits ricky best; nick robinson.

thank you for your time!

[plantsplice]

"If only I could see your face..."

Ricky grabbed her hand before it could touch the edge of his mask, slowly but steadily guiding it back down to her side. 

"You don't wanna see what's under here," he tapped the edge of the wood, jostling it for a moment, "it ain't human."

[plantsplice]

“But if you let me I’d like to try to help.”

Ricky smiled at her--or at least what he thought was her. He was seeing triple. Goddamn alcohol.--and shook his head, motioning to himself with a shaking hand.

"There ain't no helpin' this, Al," he said, stifling a laugh against the back of his hand, trying to keep down the hysterics that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. "I'll be dead, or worse, in another year or so. Nothing nobody can do to stop that."

He let his head loll back into the wall, smiling wider now.

"But, hey, 's the thought that counts, right?"  

[plantsplice]

He laughed, a sharp bark in the silence that otherwise lingered between them. "Haven't ya heard, cabbage-patch? No one mourns the wicked."

"And no one remembers the worthless heroes, either," Ricky snapped, baring his teeth in a snarl. "So it looks like we'll both be forgotten and dismissed. Just like this fuckin' city already has been."

[cloakedwolf]

wicked memes

"No one mourns the wicked."

"Isn’t it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"

"Did that really just happen?"

"What is this feeling?"

"I will be loathing you my whole life long."

"These things are sent to try us."

"The things one hears these days."

"I don’t cause commotions, I am one."

“It’s good to see me, isn’t it? No need to respond! That was rhetorical.”

“My personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes. I hope you prove me wrong… I doubt you will.”

“Smile, wave… and shut up.”

"I know you don’t want to hear this, but someone has got to say it! You are out of control!"

"Now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project."

"Oh, look, it’s tomorrow!"

"Have you ever considered how you’d fare in captivity?"

“Alright, just don’t move… and don’t get mad at me!”

"The truth isn’t a thing of fact, or reason. It’s simply what everyone agrees on."

"The best way to bring people together is to give them a really good enemy."

"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"

"You’re the only friend I’ve ever had."

"Who isn’t less fortunate than I?"

"You’re… beautiful!"

“You’re having delusions of grandeur.”

“All of my life I’ve depended on you, how do you think that feels?”

“You and I are nothing alike and I will fight you until the day I die!”

“ I know I’m who I am today, because I knew you.”

“But if you let me I’d like to try to help.”

[bobertlutece]

Arcadia + flowers