#ohsinnerman

[faithfcll]

belated contribution to today’s brand of shenanigans

[sanctumofeld]

DON'T YOU WORRY I'LL TAKE HIM OUT.

Wolfgang grabbed her shoulder, holding her back from charging the All-Knowing.

He was, after all, her father Godfrey’s friend, and a valuable ally with knowledge and wisdom to give.

Which meant, as an opponent, he was far too dangerous for her to take on by herself. His head turned, lightning iris blazing bright and harsh from the darkness of his hood, glaring at Gideon from the blackness. His voice came, rasping and heavy with promise:

“Together.”

[smouldring]

@ohsinnerman don't talk to my dad like that gideon you absolute weapon.

[huntershowl-moving]

@ohsinnerman​ said:

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon // from Silco

self-indulgent meme | accepting

THE WAY SOMEONE REACTS TO A DIRECT THREAT on their life says a lot about them. with the barrel of a gun so close to the soft flesh of their throat, most would balk, eyes going wide with the fear of death. many would beg. many would bargain. some would have nothing to say at all, throat closed up from the pure terror of it all. hellhound’s face remains as stony as it was before the cold metal tipped her chin upwards, nudging her face into the light. black eyes burn into silco’s. there is no fear in them – at least not of him, not of dying. there is emptiness where the fear should be. and behind that emptiness, there is rage, cold and dark and ever-burning. 

❝ you think this is the first time someone’s pointed a gun at me? ❞  as her throat stretches upwards, the half-light illuminates a deep, gnarled scar roping around one side, slicing directly through the jugular. it’s clearly over a year or two old, but less than ten, the tissue still stark against the pale skin of her neck.  ❝ make your threat, ❞ hellhound mutters. ❝ we both know how this ends. ❞

[huntershowl-moving]

@ohsinnerman | the still, cold world.

                                        twilight zone // accepting

           Silco had seen many people who had made that claim. Claims to fight—to survive—to exist in a world that would sooner put the boot to your wanting throat and press down until expiration. He would reason about seventy percent of those people did not have the tenacity. People were weak. Existence in an endless struggle because they did not know another way only to fall flat at the last hurdle because they didn’t have the stomach for the dirty work.

Some people were just meant to die to pave the way for those who did.

“So what are you?” Voice was curt, clipped, words obscured in thick smoke from the puff of his cigar. He gestured with it between his fingers towards her in almost a dismissive way. He already knew the answer—he just wanted to hear her say it.

“One who wants to live no matter what, or one who does live no matter what? Wanting is all well and good but if you don’t reach out and take it you’ll die like the rest of dreamers.”

HELLHOUND’S ANSWER TO HIS QUESTION WOULD HAVE BEEN very different five years ago. hell, even two or three. she knew this, felt the deep and heavy weight in the back of her head, but conjuring the thought of what she may have said back then... it was impossible. it returned nothing but static. but frankly, she didn’t much give a damn. those days were gone. the creature that stood before silco today was not the person who died alone in the ashes of a burning house. why try to hold onto someone who no longer existed? hellhound stepped across the room, boots quiet even in the silence of the room, endless sheet of black hair swishing behind her like the tail of an eel.  ❝ doesn’t matter what i want, ❞ she replied after a long, quiet moment. the hound’s manner of speaking was edged like a blade; the consonants were enunciated and sharp through her teeth, as if she was barely holding back from lashing out. paired with the quiet sandpaper rasp of her voice, it gave her words a distinctly wolflike quality. ❝ what matters is that there is blood to pay. and whatever it takes, i will not let death stop me from collecting it. ❞