#inkribboned

[noonegetsleftbehind]

The loudspeakers in Heisenberg's factory crackle to life as the Iron Lord watches the other enter for the meeting they'd arranged.

"DAMN," he says appreciatively. "Hustle that fine ass in here a little faster, Redfield! Let me see those hams in person!"

That's it. He's taking drinking back up. No amount of cigarettes he smokes will be enough to cure these hams... GODDAMNIT.

[alphateamsfinest]

Jill got caught by @inkribboned

There's a long moment where the blond eyes the woman before him, expression unreadable behind his dark sunglasses. Not what it looks like? He wonders what she's going to come up with, then, because to him, it seems quite obvious what she's doing.

"Isn't it," he asks finally. "Because to me, it seems quite apparent that you've just been caught trying to pick the lock to my office..." The office that Wesker himself had been sitting inside, working.

"You have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I decide to write you up."

So maybe she should have checked a little better that he wasn't in the office. But she hadn't expected the door to swing open so easily, the tools still in her hands. Her hands are held up a little as she looks at him.

"Okay so technically, yes I was picking the lock to your office." She stands up from the one knee she had been down on. This is confirming her suspicions already, mind whirring. She could lie to him, try and blame it on a teammate daring her, or- maybe she should just be honest with him. "But it shouldn't have picked that easy." Tongue runs over her teeth, that's not making it sound any better Valentine. She takes a step into his office and closes the door behind her.

"Sir, someone else has been breaking in here. I just got to the pin and it popped open that easy. If you just let me take the handle apart, I can prove it."

[shireentheunburnt]

Five Inspirational Things

list 5 songs that inspire you to write your muse.

Her Name is Alice - Shinedown (quite a few of their songs are good for writing Shireen to, but I wanted to pick just one)

Die Anywhere Else - Alec Holowka and Scott Benson /  MandoPony (Night in the Woods rock cover)

Like Flames -  MindaRyn

Itteki No Eikyo -  Uverworld

Not Gonna Die - Skillet

& list 5 quotes that inspire you to write your muse.

1. “There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.” — Tolkien

2.  “Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.” - Pratchett

3.  “And what would humans be without love?” / RARE, said Death.” - Pratchett

4.  “ Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.” - Pratchett

5.  “ "Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—" YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES. "So we can believe the big ones?" YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.” - Pratchett

(Terry Pratchett is my favourite author :-). Death and Granny Weatherwax are my favourite characters, with Sam Vines a close second.)

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[missxnsuppxrt]

@inkribboned asked: ❛   there’s  always  going  to  be  another  case .   ❜ - from Krauser

Ingrid slumped in her wheelchair, practically pouting at the agent’s words. She huffed and folded her arms over her chest. He was right, of course, there would always be another mission. Another megalomaniac trying to make money off of pain, sickness and suffering. Another psychopath trying to make a new, superior world order. The lid had been blown off Pandora’s box when Umbrella’s T and G viruses broke out of containment in the 90s. Before then, the only bioweapons were weaponized anthrax and Ebola. Now? It was zombies and monsters and so much worse, and it felt like they weren’t even putting a dent in things. It was like a big game of whack a mole. Every time they put one threat down, two new ones popped up.

It made Ingrid feel like their work did nothing at all. Like they weren’t really helping anyone or stopping bad things from happening to good people. She felt doubly useless. She wasn’t even out in the field actively helping. She was sitting at a desk behind a dozen computer screens. She couldn’t shoot a gun or save people from danger like agents did. She could only offer advice and information and hope for the best. Ingrid, a woman who thrived off of control, was forced to give it up in moments like those. And she hated it.

“I know,” she sighed lackadaisically. “I just wish the cases we did do made more of a difference. This just feels like we’re fighting off the inevitable sometimes. We take down one bad person and another three show up to replace them.”

[shireentheunburnt]

seasonal aesthetics.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snowfall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon the skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow-up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm night's breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.    the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

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[shireentheunburnt]

Which imaginary illness do you have?

Your Result: Blooming Pox

Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.

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https://uquiz.com/quiz/0M7vLs/which-imaginairy-illness-do-you-have?p=775627

[daughterofnero]

“   you’re one of us now .   ” -Parker to Jake

Reverse Inbox Fill!

Jake couldn’t help but run a finger over the stitches on his BSAA issued jacket, holding his squad patch in place. “I am, aren’t I? Can’t just rip these patches off, can I?” His name was attached, nice and solid, his rank (he had a rank holy shit) all alongside his troop number. “I’ve never had a place with such permanent patches. The stitches are good too, nice and solid.” He looked back up at Parker with a small smile as he shrugged on the new jacket. “Thanks Parker, for helping me with the patches. My old ones were all iron on.”

[daughterofnero]

“  why are you looking at me like that?  ” -Piers to Jake

Reverse Inbox Fill!

Jake blinked at Piers, not realizing he’d been staring, and turned his attention back to the drink in his hand. They’d gone out for drinks this evening for really no reason, just to get out of the house, to some place that had nice music and the silly tasty drinks that Jake liked because his stupid liver worked overtime, and someone had made a stupid joke, and Piers- “You look nice, when you laugh. Pretty, even.” He took another swig of his drink, certain that the tips of his ears had turned red. “Wow, bartender must have added an extra shot or two to this, its a strong one.”