#hydrophobiic

[methdrip]

@hydrophobiic

“Dude. You ever think about how, like, it’s, like, so fucked up that we drink cow milk? Can you imagine if, like, you saw a dog suckin’ goat tiddies for goat milk? That’s, like, mad fucked up, yo. Like, scientifically.”

[odairinga]

@hydrophobiic ;)

“  JOHANNA?  ”  voice  shakes as  speaks  through the  door,  knuckles rapping  gently  against the  wood.  “  are  you  there? I TRIED,  johanna.  I  tried  to  stop  them  but  I  couldn’t—  ”  

words  fall  short  as  he  realizes the  tightness  welling  in  his  throat and  the  emptiness  of what  he  offers her.  he  tried,  he did  not  save  her. she  can  do  nothing with  that.  he  presses  his  palm  flat  against  the  door,  no  attempt  made  to  push  it  open.  finnick  is  working  only  with  what  he’s  heard, and  rumors  he  knows better  than  anyone have  no  reason to  be  rooted in  truth. supposedly  they’ve  finished  with  her,  and  that’s the  first  he’s  heard  since…

and  they  were  furious  with  her.  finnick  has  always known  when  to  fall  to  his  knees, hold  out  his  hands, and  allow  them  to  be  bound—  even  beg  for  it  to  spare  him  the  pain  of  perceived defiance.  finnick  has  always known  when  a  fight  presented itself  he  could  not  win.  his  rage  will  sooner char  his  insides to  ash  than lash  out  at  one  that  has  earned his  terror.  he’s decided  from  the  beginning  that  there  would  be  no  need to  beat  him  to  submission and  that  he  would  never  allow  himself to  become  problematic.  johanna  has  always  been  different,  and this  time  it  cost  her.   finnick  had  taken  deeply calculated  risks  and  spoken  to  who  he  could,  offered  them  what  he  could  in  exchange  for  mercy, but  he  was  a  drop  of  rain  against  a  wildfire.  his  influence  is  only  an  illusion and  would  never  impact  the  decisions  of  those  with  power  over  him.  they  could  take  anything he  has  to  offer  right  now  and  give  him  nothing  in return,  and  he  would  be  defenseless.  

finnick  doesn’t know  what  happened to  his  friend or  even  for  sure  that  she’s  home—  or alive.  all he  knows  is  that  he  would  rather kiss  cold  death  than  face  snow’s  fury,  and  johanna has  received  all  of  it.

he  taps  again  gently, the  corner  of  his  lip  trembling.  “  johanna?  ”

[candiyde]

hydrophobiic (continued)

“ damn, maybe i SHOULD see the other guy. ”   johanna winces as she rushes to retrieve a stimpak, ready to use it on piper if need be. it looks as if her dearest, favorite reporter has gotten into quite a shitty situation. carefully, she guides her to sit down on the sofa, a supportive hand on piper’s back to steady her.   “ christ, pipes, what the hell happened to you? do i need to find this OTHER GUY and kick his ass a little more, or what? ”

“No--!” Piper is quick to object after trying to shrug off her state, forgetting to mask the fear within her tone and snapping her mouth shut soon after. The men who had cornered her on her way back into the city weren’t people she wanted Johanna to meet. “No, I’m fine.” Her voice is much quieter as she falls onto the couch, trying to hide her wince at the pressure brought upon deep-colored bruises beneath her clothing. Emerald eyes are glassy and averted as the event replays in her head, but she pushes the moisture back. “It doesn’t matter-- they got what they wanted. It was a group of them.” She speaks like a scolded child at the questioning, head moving in small shakes. There was no desire to discuss it any further-- she simply wanted to forget that it had happened.

[painmade]

✔

SEND ME ✔ AND I WILL BOLD MY PREFERENCES FOR YOUR MUSE

My muse(s): Jesse Pinkman (pre and post felina), Mike Ehrmantraut, demon hunter oc, chaos god oc

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

@hydrophobiic

[ofwhcres-blog]

@hydrophobiic .

          it   was   getting   late   and   the   men   were   getting   DRUNKER      -      something   she   was   absolutely   not   in   the   mood   to   deal   with .      not   when   she’d   been   so   busy   already   that   day .      besides ,      drunk   men   tended   to   get   far   too   comfortable   with   her .      seemed   to   get   the   impression   that   she   was   a   SLUT   rather   than   an   escort .      so   she’d   make   her   way   back   to   the   bar      -      ordered   another   drink   as   she   readjusted   her   white   fur   coat ,      left   fallen   off   her   shoulders   to   show   off   diamonds   that   glistened   under   the   bright   lights   of   chandeliers ,      positioned   carefully   on    pale   skin   to   accentuate   both   her   collarbones   and   her   breasts .

          she   wasn’t   drunk      -      nowhere   even   close .      she’s   more   professional   than   that .      would   stay   plenty   sober   enough   to   maintain   her   composure .      after   all ,      her   IMAGE   matters .      especially   when   she   was   only   there   to   meet   potential   new   clients .      the   weeks   of   the   hunger   games   are   always   the   BUSIEST .      with   all   the   parties ,      men   grow   more   willing   to   spend   money .      most   want   a   beautiful ,      intelligent   woman   on   their   arms      -      someone   who   can   talk   MURDER   with   them   and   their   friends   and   who   will   still   fuck   them   later   that   night   when   they’re   drunk   and   high   and   perhaps   even   having   trouble   maintaining   and   erection .      what   they   want   is   her .      not   some   cheap   hooker .

          but   she   had   made   her   rounds   for   the   night ,      and   the   act   was   growing   more   and   more   TAXING      -      still   managed   to   maintain   her   slight ,      mysteriously   seductive   smile ,      though ,      as   she   glanced   back   to   the   woman   beside   her .      would   recognize   her   instantly .      after   all ,      it   was   her   JOB   to   know   these   things .      she’d   offer   a   smile   to   the   other   as   she   took   her   refilled   glass   of   champagne   from   the   bartender .      “      johanna   mason ,      right ?      you   look   gorgeous ,      like   always .      how’s   your   night   so   far ?      ”      polite      -      knew   well   enough   that   most   victors   didn’t   exactly   APPRECIATE   discussing   the   games .      not   that   she   was   about   to   bring   it   up ,      even   if   she   did   know   everything   about   her   games .      it   was   only   out   of   necessity ,      that   she   watched   them ,      anyways ,      but   she   KNEW   there   were   men   who   would   love   to   hear   that   she   had   spoken   with   their   idol .      whether   this   went   well   or   not ,      it   would   be   a   story   she   could   DEFINITELY   benefit   from   having   in   her   repertoire .

[ettusoror-blog]

continued .      {      @hydrophobiic .      }

    eyebrows furrowed. head tipped to the side, rustling choppy, dark hair. johanna looked over the damage done to panty – it looked like it HURT. she knew the sort of things that panty got up to, or, at least, had a general idea, but it hadn’t lead to anything like THIS before. johanna lets out an impressed huff.  “ oof. the other guy got it worse, i’m guessing? ”

    she was leaned across the table, curiousbut not necessarily judgmental, not scrutinizing. bruises were no fun – especially when they weren’t entirelycovered up by means of makeup or clothing. johanna had a few ideas of what could’ve happened to panty. one was rather DARK, an assumption that someone hurt her out of a potential breach of trust, of respect. or, perhaps it was perfectly consensual. of course, out of ALL the ideas she had as to what could’ve happened, the other one being much darker, johanna voiced a more light question.   “ so, was the other guy a ghost? did you totally kick his ass, or what? ”

          oh ,      it   DEFINITELY   hurt .      bruising   around   her   eye ,      deep   purples   spread   down   her   cheekbone      -      clearly   swollen   even   through   careful   makeup   and   an   attempt   to   cover   some   of   it   with   hair .      lighter   ones   scattered   at   various   points   along   her   collar   and   her   throat ,      some   lighter   ones   just   beneath   her   jaw   in   the   vague   shape   of   hands      -      lip   swollen   where   she’d   bitten   hard   enough   to   draw   blood .      would   lick   her   lips   lightly      -      the   metallic   taste   of   blood   still   lingering .      knees   were   bruised   with   a   deep   purple ,      one   MORE   than   the   other .      scratch   marks   raised   on   her   thighs      -      uncovered   by   the   shorts   she   wore .

          there   were   more      -      hidden   beneath   a   long - sleeved   shirt .      not   that   it   mattered .      she   didn't   need   any   more   SYMPATHY .      didn’t   need   pity   when    she   would   be   FINE .      not   that   she’d   lie .      not   like   it   really   mattered ,      right ?      she’d   snort      -      roll   her   eyes .      gaze   landed   across   the   kitchen      -      leaned   back   in   the   wooden   chair .      one   knee   pulled   up   to   her   chest   as   she   shook   her   head .      took   a   deep   breath      -      tried   to   ignore   the   distinct   ache   in   her   lower   ribs .      “      ghost ?      no .      fucking   wish .      but   i   definitely   fucked   them   up .      not   DEAD ,      but   they   were   out   when   i   left .      ”      a   forced   laugh .      but   it   was   true .      had   left   them   at   least   with   black   eyes   and   a   good   few   injuries .      glanced   down   to   the   mug   in   her   hands .      coffee   that   had   stopped   being   coffee   and   became   VODKA   at   least   an   hour   ago      -      a   fact   apparent   based   on   the   bottle   less   than   an   arm’s - length   away .      “      it’s ,      like ,      totally   fine ,      though .      you   really   didn’t   have   to   come   over .      "      

[bbulldogg]

@hydrophobiic / continued from here

Jade is startled --- to say the least, when a stranger knocks on her door and looks like they've just been given absolute hell. The woman certainly seems like she needs help, and Jade wasn't about to send her away without knowing she would be okay first.

Jade shakes her head and a hand runs through her hair, obviously a little shaken at the sight of the other "Yeah, uh --- I got a first aid kit and some aspirin," Jade gestures for her to come inside and steps back.                                  When the woman enters she turns away from her and heads to wherever it was she had put her first aid kit, the type of thing she never really needed but figured she should have. It finally had come in handy. She quickly digs through cabinets and drawers in her kitchen, not wanting to leave the woman alone for too long. When Jade locates the first aid kit she walks back to her living room with it in hand, along with some aspirin she grabbed "Jesus," she says as she approaches the woman "What the hell happened to you?"

[katneiss]

@hydrophobiic | sc.

THE    BUNKER    HAS    BEGUN    TO    BE    MORE  !    stuffy  by    the    second.    she    needs    to    get    out    or    talk    to    someone,    and    that    seems    to    be    johanna.    “do  you    know...    when    we’re    getting    out    of   here?”    she’s    choking    on    the    same    air,    it’s    too    much,    she    needs    new    air,    fresh    air,    she    needs    to    breath.    “it’s...    i      need    to    get    out    of    here.”