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Blood, deep in its color and reminiscent of ink in the dim moonlight. It dripped heavily from the Legion leader’s nose as he haphazardly tied his mask to his hip, much like his cassette player. One tossed rock had the volcano of his temper boiling over as he stalked down the remaining two survivors. Both nameless in his memory but with faces he could never forget.
『❛ First one of you cocksucker’s I get my hands on is getting a ‘new face’. ❜』
005 // 𝔹𝕠𝕚𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 -- @buckandwild
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« best kind of lullaby » / @buckandwild / texts / accepting
MESSAGE TO: songbird Sent 12:36am | I can't sleep again. Sent 12:36am | It's not the nightmares this time, I promise. Sent 12:37am | I keep thinking about the kids at daycare.
Rubbing at his face, Quentin looked up and out the window of his apartment in the inner-city. It made him sad he couldn't see the stars in a place like this, but he wasn't in the position to move. He had a business to attend to, children that looked up to him, who he promised to protect. The hours of sleep lost would be worth it for them.
However, when he thought about children, sometimes he thought about starting his own family. It made him wonder about the people in his life... Sometimes it made him think about Kate. For him, Kate was a beacon of light who always inspired him to do greater, bigger things. She was less of a songbird more of an angel every day they talked. That was where his mind wandered to even as he texted her, without realizing.
Sent 12:38am | Y'know sometimes I wonder about having kids myself. Sent 12:38am | You'd be such a good mom, Kate. Sent 12:39am | waIT I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE WE SHOULD HAVE KIDS TOGETHER Sent 12:39am | KATE ARE YOU AWAKE I SWEAR I JUST Sent 12:39am | I MEAN NOT LIKE I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU LIKE THAT Sent 12:40am | WAIT WAIT I MEAN
Sent 12:41am | Can uh... Can we talk about this?
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unpopular opinions - accepting !
nerf nurse
“ the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at math. ”
| » @buckandwild sent
THE SPIRIT STARED DOWN at the girl who stood before her and the gaping hatch door. Yamaoka had seen the human rushing towards it but had JUST MANAGED to the escape before her weak legs could ever DREAM OF TAKING HER. She glared at the blonde, the DISTASTE she felt for the other even trying to leave APPARENT UPON HER COUNTENANCE. When she finally spoke, Spirit barked out the CLOSEST THING to a laugh which she vocalized ever since the day before her untimely death. However, Yamaoka proved herself to be entirely unmoved by her jokes as her blade HARSHLY MET the surface of the door to seal it shut.
“ i did what i had to do. ”
𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 snakes between the Legion’s fingers like warm rivers, rivulets slipping down the slick material of of his worn leather jacket and staining it a crimson hue. He’s hunched over himself, breathing labored as he clasps a palm over the wound in his shoulder to help staunch the bleeding.
“You… stabbed me?” His tone was disbelieving; surprise evident even without his face being visible. Sure, he was a little new- But he’d never been injured before… Not by a survivor.
“You stabbed me.”
more like patrick dateman am i right (i couldn't resist i'm soRRY)
THIS ONE GETS IT .
🧠 + clothes
@buckandwild / headcanon meme
dwight dresses pretty simply && rarely strays from the outfit that he came into the fog with ; white button - up , black slacks , black socks , black dress shoes , && black neck - tie . it’s comfortable && familiar && an outfit he’d been wearing for years leading up to his disappearance . he wore a lot more color when he was younger — striped button - ups && colorful sweaters were staples of his wardrobe . in his late 20s he reverted to a more monochromatic palette with pops of color coming from his more leisurely dark - wash jeans && flannels . post - entity he continues his current fashion trend with the addition of dark suits due to his career && need to dress professionally .
✐ + does hair count as a prompt? ( you definitely brought this one on yourself )
Dark fog roils along the ground, the eternal blanket of darkness settling between the trees which spread beyond sight. The warmth and sanctuary of the campfire are long gone--cold and damp winds howling through unseen canopies.
Fingers are tangled into luscious locks, fevered in their approach and mouths seeking in the dark. Neither of them needs to know--don’t need to ask. This isn’t in a trial and it’s on their own time, though nothing goes unseen by the Entity. Time fades away in this place once it’s not being thought about.
Exploring hands from both parties; if they’ve figured each other out by now they don’t say anything. Kate’s soft voice and breaths of air are only heard by the one causing such sounds. Zipper has been pulled down to separate leather and her hands press to the teeshirt underneath ( though it provides no additional warmth. )
Legion’s hands are worked into her long hair, short nails gently scraping against her scalp before fingers curl and tighten--handfuls of soft waves taken in control as they pull her head back to expose her neck. The top she wears is already enough to expose much of her skin, but the act of holding her still shows promise. Mouth covers her pulse while teeth and tongue aim to bruise.
In the haze of heat and want, Legion finds their hands empty when they focus again. Had the Entity swept her away to a trial?
It was possible she was never there in the first place, serving as another strange illusion that leaves them confused.
