#redhemlock

[tootyfuckingfruity]

+ @red-hemlock

“I ain’t scared of no city boy with his britches on the outside. We got bats back home in Texas.”

[gnarledbite]

A half-finished box of chicken nuggets is offered his way.

Give my muse something || Accepting!

Garrett looks down at the offered box, taking in the scent of salt, chicken, and cooking grease. He ran into such scents enough but there was quite literally nothing appetizing about it (the woman holding the box was more appetizing than the food-- the blood pumping through her veins, at least).

He held up a hand in a “no thank you” gesture.

“You keep them. I can't stomach… meat. It would be a waste if I tried eating it.”

[babydxhl]

@red-hemlock | starter call.

They had been in the back of the town car for 20 minutes, circling the loop of interstitched highways between Gotham's uptown and midtown, the air tense and the traffic stilted, before Mary even said a word. She kept her gaze — expression deliberately neutral — fixed on the grey-washed view outside. Her phone buzzed a steady heartbeat on the leather seat; after a few moments she reached out to silence the torrent of notifications abruptly and flipped it facedown.

"I've done something," she started. The corner of her mouth twitched down, as though she hadn't quite made up her mind how much detail to give out.

"If I told you there was a price on my head—" Was there? Only a threat so far. But she could sense the phone calls being made, the conversations happening on the other side of doors she had been hammering her fists against for as long as she could remember. "How much would it cost me to..." She paused again, less abruptly, and her gaze flicked from the tinted glass to River and back again. "...Have you stop anything happening."

[rubycaped]

she reacted quickly. it would have been foolish of her to have not expected River to be prepared and the bat deflected one of the blades that raced toward her with a well timed batarang; a pirouette dodge took care of the second.

" I'm not in the mood for games, River! But if you plan to do this the hard way then I'll be happy to oblige. "

@red-hemlock continued from here

[mute-call]

{CONT. || @red-hemlock}

Steven has a bad habit of expecting things to just work out. In his defense, they usually do; he's not sure whether it's a side-effect of his abilities, or just how the world works, but he's almost always capable of weaseling his way out of any difficult situation in which he might find himself. ...although, granted, he doesn't find himself in danger very often.

But this feels different. Maybe it's because he has someone else to worry about in addition to himself, or maybe it's because he's crossed the most powerful person he knows, but Bell's... scared. Terrified, even.

Part of him thinks the two of them should just give up. He'll beg for Mr. Afton's forgiveness, show him that he's learned his lesson, and swear that he didn't tell Hemlock a thing. It won't work, but Steven's been nothing but loyal and efficient until now, and maybe that will count for something. Maybe-- maybe everything will work out fine, and Hemlock will go back to her life, and he'll go back to his, and they'll both learn to ignore the horrors being committed right under their noses.

Another part of him is furious and desperate, as though he's been betrayed by the universe the one time he tries to do the right thing. William can't keep getting away with this, they have to do something--

But first, they have to make it out of here alive.

He tells himself to trust Hemlock. This is her job, her area of expertise. And if he's honest with himself, she probably isn't committed to her work enough to sacrifice herself for him, which means she's at least semi-confident that she can handle the crowd. This is what he's hired her for, and he'll be putting them both in more danger if he doesn't listen.

"Right. ...right. You'll do fine!"

He takes a step backwards, slightly embarrassed about his immediate reaction to all of this, and then turns to bolt. He makes it to the door without being hit, but when he half-closes it behind him, he pauses, peering through the crack at Hemlock and the sea of attackers. None of them is from the company's security division, of course-- it wouldn't do to risk sending people with whom Steven has built up friendly relationships-- and he hopes that means they're less than the best in their field.

He should leave, but he can't. He has to make sure his only ally in all of this is okay, and stay to provide some sort of help or distraction or second target if she isn't.

He can't afford to face this alone.

[hisrighthandman]

Winter Drawing Meme  (Still accepting)

Gonna win that ugly sweater contest at work for sure~

[kaengeru]

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[aceinthehcle]

ONE WORD

Tagged by: @red-hemlock (thanks my friend!!)

Answer in a single word.

Where is your phone? - Wall

Your hair? - Blond

Your mum? - Dead

Your other half? - Gone

Your favorite food? - Fresh

Your dream last night? - Nightmare

Your favorite drink? - Merlot

Fear? - Them

Your home away from home? - Rapture

Where were you last night? - City

Something that you aren’t? - Untroubled

Muffins? - Sure

Wish list item? - Distractions

Where you grew up? - Home

Last thing you did? - Hurt

What are you wearing now? - Sweater

Your TV? - Nonexistent

Your pets? - Perfect

Friends? - Wonderful

Your life? - Complicated

Missing someone? - Yes

Tagging: @theinnocentmidwest, @archerwhiterp, @longestconofall, @paternall, @penancestares, @dustybyrd, @bloodthirstybirdbabe, @ghastlythingswillfollow, @allgrift, @aviscerated