#cryptidmerc

[weirdworldsite-blog]

❝ I am not a murderer. ❞

“Repo! The Genetic Opera” sentence meme

     There was a muffled snort, a sort of choked-off potential guffaw that remained hidden behind his eerie, off-white mask. A gloved hand came up to almost daintily cover his mouth, doing little as the devious smirk glinted in his eyes despite his efforts to ‘hide’ it. The statement his dear old hired gun had made was simply so amusing that the older gentleman couldn’t quite manage a sentence at first. And when he did, it was nothing the other wouldn’t have expected.

     “And I suppose I’m not a bad man,” he mocked, moving to rest his arms on the table before him. “Why make such a ludicrous claim, dear boy? We both know what mercenaries do, after all.”

[woolfcried]

( @cryptidmerc )

        ‘...are you lost?’ there was a BOYISH exuberance to the young man’s voice as he entered the boiler room that was steamier than usual-- after all, it was the winter and he had a lot of UPKEEP making sure the entire building didn’t freeze. it was rare that they were looking for milo thatch, the LINGUIST and atlantis expert, but rather the plumber milo thatch.

[weirdworldsite-blog]

au where argost kidnaps doyle from the mountain for some reason, maybe as a better trophy or something, so he ends up really loyal to argost b/c it's not just about money or anything like in the canon.

{ r U I N  T H E  C H I L D

[vfdlibrarian]

dust

“It’s really not very… very pleasant in here, is it?” Dewey asked, walking into the room that had been tucked away behind the bookshelf. “I mean, I’m sure it was lovely in its prime, but now…” Now it was rather a feast for spiders and dust motes. The entire room, from the light fixtures to the once-beautiful coffee table, was coated in a look of agedness and decay. 

[vfdlibrarian]

❝ it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise. ❞

“Then what is it about?” Dewey asked, narrowing his eyes. “There’s only so much information I can readily give away before we start delving into things that ought never see the light of day. And if we’re being perfectly honest,” he glanced behind him, making sure the suspicious-looking cactus in their field of vision was just a cactus and not anything sinister or malevolent. “I don’t know what you’re asking of me.”