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@rosegarden-society
SEMI-HIATUS FOR BLOG REVAMPS
About
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AUs
- Lost Sheep
- Vampire
- Fallen Eagle
- Risen from the Ashes
Hunter Simmons (Red Eagle) bio
Thomas Hawthorne (Talon) bio (OTW)
James Hawthorne (Beak) bio (OTW)
Theodore Roswell (Ghost) bio
Lieselotte ‘Lisa’ Simmons bio (OTW)
Agent Romeo bio (OTW)
Agent Juliet bio (OTW)
Jessica Barnes bio (AU minor character)
Open Starters
- Lost Sheep (x)
-Risen from the Ashes (Jessica)
Oops, muse died on me! Blaming life events and general Stress for that one; it hasn't been isolated to this blog but it did hit here the hardest but anyways. Wanting to write Hunt again, so I'm making a discord server! Partially to strongarm myself into making a proper timeline for her after like three fucking years of actively writing her on tumblr; partially to shitpost and just fuck around in character but anyways. It's a wip but I'll be posting the link once I have stuff set up ^^
Hunter “I stabbed my demons but the fuckers don’t need blood” Ebbrell
[AFTER REVEALING VERY TELLING PERSONAL INFO] But don’t read into that. let’s move along
actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
“It should have been me.”
“What kind of person can’t even protect their own family?”
“Siblings protect each other. And I failed.”
“I failed you.”
“I would trade places with him/her in a second.”
“The was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him/her.”
“I don’t know how to go on without him/her here.”
“The only star that guided me was you.”
“She/he would have wanted us to move on.”
“I wish I could turn back time and do things differently.”
“I dream of him/her coming back, but when I wake, I am all alone again.”
“All I could do was watch in horror and do nothing.”
“I have never felt so helpless before, as I did back then.”
“I feel so guilty for being here, when he/she can’t.”
“They had their whole life ahead of them.”
“No one should outlive their children/friends.”
“I would do anything for just one more moment with them.”
“They left a void no one can fill.”
“IT’S A SWORD, IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.” My favourite scene from The Hogfather. ___ See how this comic was made here.
an obviously stolen copy of this crossed my dash last week, and i wanted to reblog the real thing. tracking down an image that originates in social media is a bit of hassle, but i am the citation fairy (sort of), and this is her quest. and she had to do whatever it took on this one. that only turned out to be less than 10 minutes, but she was prepared to put in a few hours. the hogfather lit the spark of her creation, and this is his night.
Thank you, citation fairy!
“I have a mind like ocean waves. Shifting always, too violent or too gentle, burning like salt water. Come too close and I worry that I will swallow you.”
Zoë Lianne, "Black and White"
Hunter uses an Android no I will not be taking further questions at this time.
Tag the OC that doesn’t feel remorse for what they’ve done.
you can be positive and break a bottle over someone’s head though. multiplicity of identity.
Hunter is very much a dog person and has a pet Doberman/German Shepherd mix named Axel who is both the sassiest asshole possible and also a major 'mamas boy'.
in another universe, i was free by now.
“It was all she ever wanted: to dwell in peace, without the shadow of her past hunting her.”
— Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash
only sexy bitches sit on kitchen counters that’s the law
Hunter's fun bc sometimes she'll be stuck on assignment or whatever the fuck just hating life, and just spontaneously decide to fully commit to whatever the bit is this time.
Except it somehow goes back all the way full circle to just 20-something y/o Marine energy
▸ @rosegarden-society ⟶ ❛ don’t know why but I feel conned. ❜ ╱ ( electra heart , accepting . )
“Oh, yeah?” the Onceler said loudly so that he could be heard over the music thumping from the speakers as he spun around on his barstool to grin at Hunter. “Not really where you expected to be at this point in your life and career, huh?” She was a trained assassin, and she should not have been babysitting rich guys at the club. At this point, the Onceler was only yanking her around because he could, because as long as he paid her employer for her protection, she had to give it. Her annoyance fueled him, and he liked knowing she could snap and kill him at any point, but as long as the cash stayed flowing, she would be as gentle as a teddy bear.
“Yeah, you must have taken a wrong turn somewhere,” he teased before taking a long sip of his cocktail. Because he was a self-made man, he believed most people’s stations were their own faults, that if they worked long and hard enough and had better ideas than everyone else, they could rise to greatness like he had. It was not his fault that million-dollar ideas like the Thneed were becoming rarer as the decades went on. The Industrial Revolution hit the world hard and fast, and now it was more difficult to think of something that hadn’t already been done before. Hell, there had been transformative clothing items before the Thneed, too, but his product had the benefit of being so much more than clothing. He had one woman tell him she was going to use it to line her cat’s litterbox in an effort to insult him, and he smiled and told her that was fine as long as she was buying. Litter liners were one of the many, many uses of the Thneed, and in fact, it was great for him if people used it for that because it meant they would have to keep buying them.
They were currently here because the Onceler had a big idea and Hunter had not, and that could hardly be considered his own fault. If she wanted something more than this, if she wanted to be the one with wealth and power, then she should have thought harder and longer and not fallen into complacency. The Onceler hated taking orders, too, a natural-born leader who knew how to get his way, and Hunter seemed content with being told what to do—or at least, she was exceptional at tolerating it.
“Well, you’re here now,” he said raising a drink to her as if making a toast. “You could stand to relax those shoulders a little bit and—dare I say—try to look happy. You’re decimating my vibe. I could do with a cheerier accessory.”
"You could say that," she scoffed, making a point of not giving the Onceler the respect of proper eye contact as she glanced around the establishment. It could be excused as simple recon, her job here was still to ensure the safety of the client after all, but surely he knew the truth, that she simply didn't want to deal with the pompous businessman tonight. Not that she ever did, her fantasies of strangling the life out of him or putting a bullet through his skull being the only thing to make these assignments anywhere close to tolerable.
Tonight was just worse than usual with the knowledge that she was missing out on the chance to gather valuable blackmail material intel on her employer and his associates, just so she could fucking babysit. Material that could be used to her advantage later on down the road... It was funny how quickly this particular outing came about, almost as if Jackson had an idea of the sorts of ideas she was entertaining these days and was trying to keep her busy. Keep her distracted and off the scent.
Except there was no way of the bastard knowing. Her plans were a secret close to her heart, kept under the most secure lock and key. She was playing the long game and had ensured that Jackson didn't even know he was playing it. She had to set the paranoia aside, remind herself that this was pure, aggravatingly inconvenient, coincidence.
As the Onceler continued to speak, Hunter started to turn to order her own drink- might as well blend in with the crowd after all, take the opportunity to drink on the job while it was there- but the 'wrong turn' comment strikes a raw nerve before she can even open her mouth. She has half a mind to snap at him, the corner of her mouth turning up in a harsh sneer that quickly turns into a forced grin, not unlike the 'devil dogs' of her familial legacy. She knew he didn't know anything about her true situation- and that was by design- but that didn't make the bite any softer, it didn't make him any less right. After all, at the end of the day it was still her own temper and rash decisions that had perpetuated this 'employment' of hers. It was still up to her to get herself out of it. One day, a stray order would be met with a bullet and it'd all be over. She just had to keep on playing it smart.
So instead of snapping, she laughs. It's a deep, throaty sound not dissimilar to the bark of a large dog, catching the attention of the bartender long before she felt the need to wave him down for that damned drink. "Everyone takes a wrong turn somewhere down the road. It's just a matter of when," she sneers, turning for a moment to pay for her drink.
"Shoulda asked for someone else if you wanted relaxed," she takes a long sip of her beer before eying the room once more, half wishing somebody would just try something tonight. Hell, at this point she'd even take a bar brawl if it meant not forcing herself to play nice for the rest of the evening. "Or found a good American Legion and not this crappy over-hyped joint."
