#inkedsin

[abrasivc]

Random One-Line Starter ( @inkedsin )         “ you’re  going  to  get  yourself  killed  if  you  keep  this  up .  you  know  that ,  right ? ”

[eisiramdeus]

Exhibit A: Alex saying something nice AFSGDHJFJF

imma be real with u, johnny guitar. he’s not saying something nice, he’s just tryna fuck n’ toss ya around like chew toy ngl

[eisiramdeus-a]

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[nicknamedrook]

@inkedsin​ said: ✂ 5'7" fuck u

Send me ✂ and your muses’ height. I’ll compare them

Otherwise known as the shortest man in Hope County because there’s something in the water that makes everyone over six foot. Except for John. 

[horrorempathya]

@inkedsin​  has  an  aesthetic.

[dcputyrook]

@inkedsin​ // s.c.

He drops silently to the ground.

Alder doesn’t know how long he’s got until John finds out that he’s missing from the room he has been left within. He’s soaked though, clothes dripping with excess water and hair matted down to his face. Stupid assholes for attempting to DROWN HIM again. His blurry, bliss-addled mind supplied the memory in question. Despite it being an accident, they COULD have not shot him when he was chest deep in the river...

He drags a hand angrily down his face, huffing out a silent breath from his lips. Alder was so TIRED of these guys. Sure, the PEGGIES only had so much Bliss left since Faith had been taken care of, but it seemed they still used much of it when they had to.

Whatever. He had SHIT to do.

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@inkedsin​  || phrases that hit you where it hurts “ you promised me! ” ಥ﹏ಥ

sometimes he can still envision the nights back in the Seed household with their father  .  paul and john hunched into a corner trying desperately to remain unseen  .  other times they tried to be normal children as best as they could  ,  building planes together and then shoving them under the floorboards in their shared room so they wouldn’t get into further trouble  .  the whole experience was so long ago but there’s still guilt there for not being able to protect his baby brother  .  

for not being strong enough to stay within the duncan household and being sent back and essentially leaving john to whatever torture they subjected him to  .  something awful happened within the walls of that home and maybe paul was lucky to not have been adopted at all but he can’t help but feel all that regret when john looks at him this way  .  

blue eyes that match his own stare at him in pain and anger  .  its almost as if he never knew this person at all  . trauma does horrible things to people  ,  he knows this but he could never imagine heading down this road  . still ,  when his brother looks at him in this way ,  paul recoils and takes a step back  .  when those words spit at him like venom , a flinch overcomes him as if he’s been physically hit  .  

                      ❝  you promised me! ❞

and he did .  when they were kids paul did promise  .  promised to always look out for him  .  to protect him as much as he possibly could  ,  but they were just kids back then trying to survive under the thumb of a father too distorted into his religion and now look at them all  ??  they are all skewed in their own views  .  paul knows what his family is but he’s still looking for their APPROVAL  .  their love and acceptance because not ever having a family forced him to crave it .  

                                    ❝  i know i did , john!  i know  !!  ❞  

he spits finally raising his voice but it causes one hell of pain in his heart and mind knowing that he could have done more  . its a war within his mind  .  did he really try  ??  he never had the tools to survive out in the world much less take care of a brother he could barely remember how to find  .  what hurts the most is remembering those words that john so clearly does  .  he should have been too young but the expression is nothing but genuine with as much agony resides those sad eyes  . 

paul swipes at the tears with eyes closed tight trying to will away the words from his childhood .  a promise he could have never kept and should have never made .   ‘ i’ll always be there for you, johnny  .  i promise  .  ‘  when he opens his eyes , paul takes in a deep breath  ,  its shaky and unsure  .  ❝   i’m sorry ,  brother  .  i’m just sorry  .  ❞

[nicknamedrook]

“Paul, I’ve got something for you, but you’re gonna need to come to Cascade’s gate to come and get him.” There was only one Seed she came close to trusting and it was the apostle. He seemed like the only one that actually wanted the advertising they were handing out about this cult. Peace, prosperity, all that jazz. 

The radio static answered her as she waited for a response, ducking down behind the old metal panels. Her truck hidden in the woods. Hopefully no one would see where she was, who she was. Her wild hair pulled back into a braid that was tucked into her hood. Driving down here was a risk and it would have been a lot, physically, easier to just kill him. The resistance would be happier with her, that’s for sure. 

But no, she was listening to her conscience. And since she went in there alone, she was the one calling the shots. 

So now she was just sitting here with a worn and bloody John Seed. Just beyond the border, where she knew his peggies were going nuts looking for him. Especially with all the blood he lost after the helicopter crashed, but she managed to patch him up well enough. She almost went so far as to give him an emergency blood transfusion. Almost. Then she remembered who he was and discarded the idea. 

He’d be fine. (hopefully) 

His breathing was haggard, but steady, and blood was dripping down his chin. Broken ribs, a fractured femur, dislocated shoulder and a few broken fingers. He wasn’t awake, but the way his eyes flicked behind his lids told her he might be coming out of this sooner rather than later. Even if his pulse hadn’t given him away yet. 

He’d have to recover from those bullet wounds and slashes before doing something so strenuous as to try and drown her again, but those were stitched up and the bullets removed. A medkit left at his side before she gave a little start at the sound of a crunch. Paul. 

Her dark stare met his across the grassy landscape before she ducked away from him and his brother, “Keep his injuries clean. If he starts to go yellow in the eyes or keeps up a low grade fever for a while, he’ll need a blood transfusion.” But all the same, she’s keeping her distance from Paul. Just because she sees what she’s doing as an act of mercy, doesn’t mean he will. 

She pulled her hair back around her neck, tugging up her hood to get back to her truck.

@peacefulapostle​, @inkedsin​