#mlotov

[ezerkenegdc]

@mlotov​    +     sc

     “     you  use  to   ride   bulls   for   fun ?    ”

[cultfought]

“ you ever think about what you’re gonna do when all of this is over? think everything’ll just. . . go back to normal? ”

@mlotov​ / sc !!

[finalvlog-a]

@mlotov​  .  .  .  continued from this

He smiles when she gives him a drink without asking, “Thanks.” Then he wraps one hand around the glass and lifts it to his lips. He isn’t a fan of beer, or of drinking in general, but he knows when it’s useful to do. Like when getting to know someone or endearing himself to the person running the bar who is probably a great source of information. Alex’s smile widens when she gives a personal story about kicking Mark’s ass in soccer back when they were kids.

“Huh. I’d of pegged him as a baseball player.” Alex seems to contemplate it as he takes a longer, slower sip of the beer. It isn’t bad, but he plans on nursing the drink for a while so he doesn’t have to order another. Alex’s gaze drifts across the bar, noticing the others milling about before snapping back towards her when she asks him about the peggies. “He told us a little. It sounds…” Sara wasn’t here, he could be as blunt as he wanted to be. “Sounds pretty terrible.” He admits, going for honesty. “I’m hoping I can help him out.” Alex rolls the glass between the palms of his hands, staring down into the amber liquid, “He seems convinced he’s in deep. That no one around here can do anything about them.”

[blissflower]

@mlotov​

                   “I know that it’s strange   -   scary, even, to think that Joseph is right but... I know. I’ve seen it. Would it really hurt you to consider the fact that he’s really heard God’s plan? That he wants you to be a part of it?”         Circling like a shark. A smile on her face that doesn’t quite match the seriousness of the conversation. They’re working on softening up the locals. Attending local barbecues, preaching on street corners. Faith is in charge of the home visits, two of the Chosen behind her, gripping their guns.               “I was afraid at first, too, but if you’d come to one of our ceremonies, you’d see why we all believe in him so much.” 

[suresaint-moved]

Gets a Long Starter  Far Cry: New Dawn  ,  @mlotov  .

With an aged rucksack strapped to her back and a small tin box hanging from her side, she scales the rusted ladder attached to the side of the old grain silo to look upon what was once Holland Valley. In the distance, the sky grew pink, and yellow, and the faintest of pale blues. She didn’t stop to admire it, she only climbed higher and higher until reaching the top, and clambered over the railings with a slight grunt. 

The silo’s lid clunked and the sound reverberated inside of its hollow body as she stepped semi cautiously over it, perching herself at its highest point. She slid the rucksack from off of her back and held it between her knees, unzipping it and removing a red stainless steel flask. Steam rolled out from its top after she uncapped it, drifting off into the chilled morning air. Coffee. She had found a tub of it in the very back of a dusty cupboard, in a house that had been half destroyed during the bombs all those years ago. It smelt of better times.

The tin had still been sealed shut when she’d found it, and when she’d opened it and shaken the coffee grains out they had smelt as fresh as the day they had been harvested. She took a sip of it and burns the tip of her tongue. Too hot still. So she set it down by her side and rummaged through the bag again, this time taking out a packet of dried meat. There had been packs of the stuff left in a locker down in John’s bunker, and she’d felt obliged to take most of it with her upon resurfacing. It had taken a lot of self control not to eat it all. She knew if she did then she would be sick. Now she pressed a slice of jerky to her tongue and chewed slowly on it, dumping her rucksack to the side as she ate to take hold of the tin box fastened to her belt this whole time. 

She handles the box with more care than she had the rucksack, like what was inside of it was too fragile to handle it any other way, and finding the perfect place to set it down, directly adjacent to the sunrise, she opened its lid. The hinges creak. On the underside of the lid she had stuck some of the sketches which she had drawn in the years that she had been confined: of places, of people. Loved ones. A sigh escaped her and at last she settled down, like only now she found some semblance of peace, staring at one sketch in particular. 

         Mary May.

        “Is it a good likeness?” She asks, but her voice is all in her head.

[thcbaptist]

@mlotov​ asked:  ❝ i should have killed you when i had the chance. ❞

     John just looked at the woman silently for a moment, his face showing none of the brief amusement that her words had offered him. That was her fault then, wasn’t it? The world was not sunshine, and roses like the masses had been led to believe -- it was a place of sin and violence. If you do not know how to survive, then it will eat you alive. That was what John and his family had offered Hope County, a way to survive when the lord once again cleansed the earth. What had they gotten in return? Spat in the face.

    So, in the baptist’s opinion - whoever opposed them was welcome to burn, no matter what his brother preached of their salvation.

   An amused, almost mocking smirk  finally crossed his face.” Ahh, you should have Mary May -- but instead, you and the rest of the county have that little deputy running around. You see, if you killed my siblings or me, you would just prove what I have said all along - you are no better then us.”

[peacefulapostlearchive]

@mlotov​  \\  cont

he stares into the hills as if somehow it’ll help calm him or make any of his troubles go away  .   that isn’t how any of this works and he knows it . doesn’t stop the apostle from staring . paul sips from his own mug noticing that she’s only held onto hers  ,  not that he can blame her really .  he doesn’t know the full story of what happened between  john and mary may .  just enough to understand why she may have trouble trusting even the SOFTEST  OF  SEEDS  .  

the love he has for his brothers is UNCONDITIONAL but allowing the county to starve or even suffer from lack of supplies never could sit well with him  .  when her question is asked THE APOSTLE SIGHS knowing he needs to be truthful but he has yet to determine just how much he should say .  ❝  I was lost . . . that’s what i was.  i was a nobody with nothing from nowhere when joseph found me  .  ❞

[safefromsin]

@mlotov & @earlygraave

          “---No way. Where have you been keeping this stuff, Mary??”