#marvinmilks

[thcbvtcher]

❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜

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"YEH KNOW WHY ?! THA'S CAUSE I AIN'T EVER WRONG, SON !" His tone was filled with rage. Increasing his voice- intense ! Like his old man would when Butcher was but a young lad. His father would shout, the spaces surrounding them would fill up with misery, and there was no room for escape until his father's throat went raw. But even then, he would move on to something more... punishing. Claiming dominance.

It's as if his father's demon was taking over- the way Billy Butcher strided over to M.M like he was ready to pick a fight with him. Promising to make him eat his words, bully Marvin into what Butcher wanted. A reminder that nothing else fucking mattered. NOTHING. Every step the Brit takes towards the other man makes him only more enraged. The weight on his shoulders was heavier, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his ribcage the closer he got to Marvin... READY TO BURST FREE FROM ITS CAGE.

Seething like a rabid dog ready to tear the other apart until... until something in him snaps him out of it. Butcher comes to a halt. The two men are now only inches away from each other. Both are ready to give each other a beating of a lifetime if necessary. Billy is who he is through & through. And nothing.... NOTHING CAN CHANGE THE UGLINESS IN HIS TAINTED HEART.... least that's what he always told himself.

TOO FAR GONE, HIS MIND AND HIS HEART. Right ? Fingers curling into his palms to form into a fist by his side. Eyes squeezed tightly as a defeated sigh then escaped past twin flesh. Shaking his head in disappointment, towards himself. Ashamed. Not like he would ever dare expose that loudly.... least maybe not to the entire gang. But M.M... was always the one to pull Butcher back when he had gone too far, lost within the fog of vengeance.

"....Yeh know I'm right 'bout this. Yeh know... no matter 'ow fucked up this shit is.... It's the only way. 'Omelander got the V1... wha' ? Wha' do yeh wan' us t' do ? We got nowhere t' go ! The flyin' cunt will come lookin' for us one-by-fucking-one. 'Ave all our asses an' cook us alive. I ain't wan' tha' for yeh or The Boys.... I sure as 'ell know Starlight or Kimiko don't want any of yeh' dead. So be fuckin' it. The virus has to do. Even if it means...." He, Starlight, and Kimiko... dying after everything... just to bring down Homelander.

[starliqqht]

❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜

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"I MUST LOOK ABSOLUTELY MISERABLE IF YOU CAN TELL BY JUST MY LOOKS." A half-liften smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, a chuckle that holds no humor. Annie lets out a shaky sigh; her throat feels tight as her bottom lip quivers. Her chestnut hues were glossed with unshed tears that stung her eyes. A sniffle as the young blonde nods her head after a moment of silence. Turning quickly to throw her arms out desperately around M.M and bury her face into his chest. Squeezing tight- but not as tight, having to hold back her super strength.

Maybe his arms can keep her safe for tonight; maybe he can chase away all the horrors- all of her failures. "I made promises to protect them. I-I let them down. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. I let down, M.M." A shattered sob spills past twin flesh as tears begin streaming down her cheeks like an ongoing waterfall. It won't stop. Watching on her phone as Homelander's followers hunt down yet another group of Starlighters- taking them... most likely planning to run tests on them... let them suffer and die. The world is so cruel. "I'm a fraud." She was never a hero. Just as fake as Vought had made her out to be.

[f0cksupes]

The rage in him has grown carnassial teeth, a living arrangement of appetite burrowed in the mind, worrying at the soft meat of his thoughts day after day until everything comes away blood-warm and ragged at the edges. A bad dog under the old porchboards, froth stringing from bared gums. There are days where Butcher can feel it moving around inside him like a living thing ━━━ a half-starved thing pacing his ribcage, throwing itself against the bars whenever the scent of weakness drifts too close. For a soldier, an objective is like an oasis, and a starving man can make of his want whatever suits him. Give somebody long enough without water and they’ll kneel before a mirage; give a man like Butcher something to hate and he’ll start a war. Morals are funny like that. You only have them until you don't, and he's never pretended he had any to begin with. Through all of Mallory’s plots, he had never once laboured under the illusion that this was about justice. [ If it were, Soldier Boy would be back at the Kremlin, not in a hide-out Butcher's procured for him, betraying any last moral he might've held. ] @marvinmilks is not like him. For all his yapping and snapping, there’s something un-ruined at the centre of him. A general grudge is not enough to corrode the man's integrity, nothing seems to be. Butcher’s never never had the patience for decent men, either, yet he indulges Marvin time & time. There's a perverse delight derived from being anchored, being held back from crossing that final line he keeps approaching ━━━ He's a selfish man, and its a selfish want. Before he can take another step, 𝗠𝗠 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀, ❛ I nearly shot you, you know that? ❜ And he thinks: You should've done it earlier, mate. Too late now to turn back. Maybe this is the time he'll cross that line, and never come back from it.

❛ And I nearly gave a toss. Reckon we're both havin' an off day. ❜ The gnarled laugh sits in his throat, a bark swallowed. A bullet wouldn’t do him any more harm to his v-riddled body than the bat Marvin had taken to him, but Butcher is tempted to force his hand regardless, if it'll give him some catharsis. The thud of his boots is muffled by the bite in his tone as he steps forth with casual ease, ❛ Nearly's the story of ya. Nearly got your family, nearly walked away. I don't play like that, and you bloody know it. ❜

❛ You got a better hand than the one we're holdin', put it on the table, but I ain't standing 'round fondling regrets. I'm sorry, M. He's the only toy we got to use, and we ain't shelving him until I'm done. ❜

[wihlted]

         they   sit   side   -   by   -   side   on   the   playground   in   the   back   of   the   school,       the   swing   set   creaking   with   every   movement   that   serena   makes.         they   probably   shouldn't   be   out   here,       but   she   couldn't   take   the   smell   of   the   mold   anymore,     and   the   alcohol   in   her   coffee   mug   made   the   entire   place   feel   claustrophobic.           serena   leans   back,     tips   of   her   blonde   curls   brushing   the   mulch   beneath   them   as   she   looks   up   at   the   stars.           then   at   m.m.

you   could   tell   i   was   falling   or   escaping   from   something   .           —            @marvinmilks

         ❛       it   wasn't   easy,       was   it   ?     ❜                 she   asks,       sitting   up   and   twisting   towards   him.                    ❛       sometimes   running   feels   just   as   difficult   as   letting   something   swallow   you   whole.     ❜

[h0mlander]

@marvinmilks asked: You're the last person I wanted to see today.

john's expression barely shifted at the remark, although the corners of his mouth tugged up in slight amusement. he hadn't expected anything less from one of billy's cronies so mm's reaction to him was not a surprise.

“really?” he mused lightly. “and here i was thinking i'd be the highlight of your day.”

the sarcasm sat comfortably within his tone, easy and effortless as always. his gaze lingered on them for a moment longer than necessary, studying the irritation written plainly across their expression like he found it genuinely fascinating.

perhaps he was. he tilted his head slightly as though disappointed by the expression.

there was always something strangely enjoyable about the way people looked at him . mm had always carried it differently to the others though. less explosive than billy. more restrained. like every visible reaction had to be dragged forcibly to the surface.

interesting.

"c'mon,' he continued lightly, after a beat, 'you guys are beginning to make me feel really unwelcome..."

his eyes drifted briefly around the room once before turning back toward's mm.

"where's butcher, anyway?" he asked casually, as though he was inquiring about an absent friend rather than a man obsessed with killing him, "i'm beginning to think he might be avoiding me...can't imagine why?

[wihlted]

call   me   when   it   goes   to   shit.           —          @marvinmilks

         serena   blinks   once,     then   twice   when   she   realizes   m.m.'s   still   speaking   to   her.         doe   eyes   look   up   at   him,     full   lashes   and   red   -   rimmed   eyes   that   say   exactly   what   she's   thinking           —         i   think   it   already   has.         but   she   smiles   her   perfect   ballerina   smile,       closed   -   lipped   and   dimples   shallow,     not   quite   reaching   the   apples   of   her   pink   cheeks.                 ❛       thank   you,     ❜                is   what   serena   says,       her   hands   wringing   a   golden   ring   around   her   middle   finger.           she   already   knows   she   won't.           she   wouldn't   call   anyone,       couldn't   bother   them.           serena   sniffles   quietly,     then   rubs   her   hands   over   her   cheeks   with   a   deep   breath.                 ❛       i'm   fine,        je   suis,       emm   …         oui.           yeah.           fine.     ❜                

[citizenstarlight]

😎 iktr

★ ⋆ “Every time I am at my lowest, you are always there to pick me up. You are one of the kindest men I've ever met. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Even if you would deny me my white claws…" She smiles and laughs. "You are one of the best things to come out of this whole mess."

 bingo card ! ★ accepting

[awkwardcourage]

It's somewhat embarrassing that Hughie hadn't noticed sooner. How many times has he been sent out on the request to bring back as much antibacterial handgel as he could physically carry? How often had he shrugged off @marvinmilks' evident desire for order and cleanliness? If he were to try to defend himself, Hughie could say that his life had been insane since Robin died and now was the only time it had relatively slowed down; but still. He should have seen it sooner.

Hughie approaches M.M. with respectful caution. Everyone is on edge. It's impossible not to be, in a place where sunlight is scarce and black mold plenty, and Vought is a heavy presence weighing down their shoulders and bowing their heads. He doesn't want to bother him; he wants to do the opposite, but it's difficult to tell if his presence is unwanted or not.

"M.M.? Are you busy?"