#herflame

[terrcrized-a]

@herflame​ said: “I want to kill him. I mean, I have to kill him.” 

from annie oakley’s girl starters :’)

            “ say no more, ” he’s already grabbing a comically large knife out from under his bed. it’s real. what the fuck. he doesn’t even know why he’s kept it there, but it’s been there forever. maybe for situations like this. “ give me a time and place, baby, we’ll get it done. and maybe a name-- who are we killing? ” not that it matters. if rain wants them dead, it’s probably for good reason. right? “ i’m also, like, dead serious. i’ve never been more serious in my life. ”

[madeoath]

@herflame said: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜

          ‘ . . .  THANKS , RAIN. ’    it’s not that he doesn’t think she couldn’t kill the bullies lying in wait outside of the school’s walls—if anyone could, it would be her—it’s more that he’s not used to anyone who could feasibly do something coming to his rescue. but he doesn’t think he’s brave enough to fight back, and his dad would kill him if he got into a fistfight, even if it was to defend himself. still, stan gives her a small smile, fiddling with the straps of his backpack.   ‘ or we could just go out the back and avoid them entirely. ’

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

[ozwolff]

“  BAD  IDEA  ,”  Oz  said  ,  pressing  rain  back  down  on  the  bed  ,  back  amongst  the  pillows  &&  the  multiple  blankets  .  whilst  California  was  warm  ,  the  state  she  was  in  when  he  found  her  was  frankly  alarming  .  he  had  a  lot  of  hunters  &&  slayers  &&  people  in  the  game  come  by  his  shop  &&  apartment  .  very  rarely  did  he  find  them  lying  on  the  sidewalk  .  &&  true  ,  he  coulda  brought  her  to  a  hospital  but  judging  by  previous  hack  jobs  she  ,  she  probably  wasn’t  a  fan  of  those  much  .  INSTEAD  ,  he  placed  the  mug  of  hot  tea  on  the  white  bedside  cabinet  ,  shifting  some  of  his  things  out  of  the  way  &&  keeping  his  expression  still  as  he  rolled  down  some  of  the  duvet  to  have  a  look  at  her  side  .  

“  how  you  FEELING  ?”  he  asked  quietly  ,  peeling  away  the  dressing &&  reaching  to  replace  it  ,  seeing  how  it  was  seeped  in  blood  .  || @herflame​ ||  💗

[0paliite]

@herflame​ asked: “Everyone was there but you.” For milo!

“i know.” the first time he said it, he was mumbling it. “i know and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” milo didn’t have any control of what he did from fall to spring, no matter how guilty he felt. “i was home and...it’s just really complicated.” part of the deal was not leaving from fall to spring, just like his stepmom. but what was he supposed to tell her? maybe she would just trust that he really wanted to but he couldn’t.

[dicodwell]

the angel is not one to announce his entrances. instead he does what he always does, and appears quite suddenly in front of rain with an ever present, slightly giddy, grin.  and a not entirely necessary ‘ it’s me, hello! ’

 ‘ i have seen so many new things today. also some things i would like to not see again. ’ one of the dangers of being invisible on the job.  ‘ so i came back to tell you all about them! ’

@herflame​

[tiiescut]

@herflame​ + the last of us AU.

The girl had shown up battered, bruised, and warm to the touch. His mother assumed the worst, and suggested the do what any sane person would do when they assumed someone was infected. A bullet between the eyes. But Mateo and Ella both had this gut feeling that it hadn’t been infected that did this to her. After all, Mateo couldn’t find any bite marks –– none. He wasn’t about to rip the strangler’s clothes off to find out, but if she had run into a a few infected they wouldn’t have left her body this much in tact. It had to have been people. Which was almost a more worrying thought. 

His mother finally caves, agreeing to check the girl over for more bites. They one of the tents, agreeing that they would all sleep in shifts anyway, and there was no harm in treating the girls wounds as long as someone kept an eye on her during the night. 

A few hours pass and Mateo offers to take the first watch. The fire has lowered to a relaxing crack as he sits on the ground about a foot away from the opening of her tent. The flaps have been pinned back, making watching her easier. But Mateo wasn’t exactly watching her all too closely. His thoughts always ran wild on night watches. He spooked easy generally, and he was thankful that his mother would wake up in a few hours to take over the night watch for him. 

But he hears the girl begin to stir in the tent. His eyes flicker to her, watching as she seems to start to wake up. His gun is on his hip, but he doesn’t reach for it. He simply waits for her eyes to open and for them to settle on the man at the entrance of her tent. 

“Don’t freak out.” Mateo says, voice quiet. It wasn’t an unusual request when you were deep in the woods at night. Infected could be wandering around, and the faintest sound could draw them closer. “We found you injured a few miles back... Thought you could use a place to rest.” That was putting it mildly. Mateo’s voice is warm with a Spanish accent. The whole group spoke Spanish more than English. Traveling through the south and down into Mexico when all four of them were Spanish speakers made the choice easy enough.

[recordsstraight]

@herflame || Salamanca twins

‘If you don’t eat, I swear to the patron of death herself that I will stuff a tube down your throat and force feed you.’ the words were spoken with fluid spanish, the hushed tones only making the threat more viable as Marco looked to his brother. Naturally, Leonel’s expression was hardened, dark eyes following his twin’s every move ... and with a very purposeful action, the twin reached forward, taking hold of the plate ... 

And threw it. 

Unfortunately, he either didn’t see, or didnt’ care where he threw it, the plate hitting a passerby and despite how Marco saw it hit, all he did was give the girl a lingering look before his attention returned to Leonel. He wasn’t exactly in the habit of apologizing ... she was collateral damage in his efforts in his own mind.

[optimistsclub]

meme:  YOU'RE  WALKING  LIKE  A  DISNEY  WITCH!

@herflame​  said,    ‘ put  your  shirt  back  on.  please  don’t  make  me  laugh  at  you. ’

' oh  my  god.  are  you  serious?  body  shaming  much? '   and  no,  he  doesn't  take  the  threat  of  imminent  humiliation  to  heart.  he  tuts,  pulls  his  sunglasses  out  from  somewhere  no  one  can  totally  pinpoint  the  location  of,  plops  them  on  his  face,  throws  his  hands  behind  his  head,  lays  his  back  down  and  sprawls  out  in  the  grass.  this  is  the  way  to  be,  hurtful  laughs  or  no  hurtful  laughs.   ‘ IT’S  SUMMER,  RAIN.  you  knew  me  taking  my  shirt  off  in  public  would  be  part  of  the  deal  when  you  agreed  to  hang  out  with  me. ’