#redrighthanded

[at-bureauveil]

“It doesn’t matter?” she’s incredulous at his statement, and her agitation only grows as he continues to speak as if he owes this man anything, but it seems especially, his life. “ he didn’t hand you back your life, levi, he’s the one who took it from you in the first place. ”

she realizes it’s not as simple as that, that levi has his reasons...she only wishes she could understand them on a similar level as he does. she wishes she could fathom the fact that someone who was once so important to her feels so beholden to another, and to such a degree that he could harm others so gravely.

“ you’re not his slave, levi. ”  maggie, of all people, has witnessed her fair share of exploitation. on the task force, victims recovered almost always have been made to believe they are indebted to their trafficker. it makes her blood boil to consider. what would the situation be like if only she had intervened sooner? “ you cannot keep doing this…”

continued. / @redrighthanded

[vulgum]

7, 28, 48 @ dane

7. What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

Embarrassment and humiliation are too closely related for Dane so, thinking in those terms, it would have to be abandoning the Olympics. He’s never felt more humiliated than when he told his mother he was leaving the sporting world behind for “the military” and “a life of worthwhile action” and she lost it in front of the Olympic scouts.

28. What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

That all this work is for others and not for some personal gain, though it’s clearly charged by his need to be forgiven by the creatures he’s hurt. It’s very easy for Dane to fall into the guilt complex trap he’s created for himself.

48. Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

It’s cliche to say his mom but otherwise the answer would be nobody. Or maybe too many people all at once. Like I said before, the guilt complex is huge and powers practically everything he does. 

[laidbear]

❛ most of us grew up hungry and scared and alone. one way or another. ❜ (i'm super late on this but hi)

(   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   /   ♥    )                             @redrighthanded​​

❛      if   you’re      𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮   𝙤𝙧   𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚      for   any      s i g n i f i c a n t      amount   of   time   ,   it   just   means      𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭   𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝   𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡                              not   much   you   can   do   about   scared   though   ,   i’ll   give’ya   that   .                ❜          to   call   him          𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄          wouldn’t   have   been   a   reach   .   as   the   boy   spoke   there   was   very   little   given   away   by   his   tone   ,   though   words   were   enough   to   prove   his   lack   of      𝐞 𝐦 𝐩 𝐚 𝐭 𝐡 𝐲      for   those   who   couldn’t     (      𝙤𝙧   𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚   𝙣𝙤𝙩   𝙩𝙤   )      help   themselves   .

chin   came   to   rest   in   the   palm   of   his   hand         &         gaze   lingered   on   the   man   before   him   ,   loose   curls   falling   to   the   side   as   bear   cocked   his   head   .      ❛          which   one   are   you      right   now                      you   aren’t      a l o n e      ,      and   you   don’t   look      scared                      so   what   are   you      𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘      for   ?          ❜          &          how      can      i      help      .

[kamauea]

"Too many people have opinions of things they know nothing about."@Jaxon or Kapono

Iconic Lines From Modern Media That Are Raw As Fuck meme // accepting !

☼ —— there’s a strong possibility he accidentally put a cigarette butt in the beer he’s working on, instead of the empty bottle sitting beside it on the table. a little drunk and a little high, and yeah… sometimes these things happens. he only wishes he’d noticed before he had a sip and tasted tobacco in the mix. he sighs with a frown, setting aside his bottle and glancing from Levi to the other people in their vicinity.  

“ someone once told me that was the american dream, brother. the first world farce that says you don’t gotta know shit to say shit. why’re you sweating yourself over what people say, eh? ‘specially if they know nothing about it. ”

[asilverjackal]

one of these muses looks like jenny slate, she’s jewish and gr8.

[vulgum]

"i’m gonna have a drink." @wallace or abraham

          Two rocks glasses hit the desk with a thud. “Help yourself. Help me, too, while you’re at it.” Wally always seems to look like the robber over the fence, his eyes peeking out just over the hands he has folded in front of his mouth. Watching. It pays to be observant. “What do you drink?”

@redrighthanded

[asilverjackal]

13, 19

UNUSUAL QUESTIONS. // ACCEPTING. // @redrighthanded

13. What’s the worst thing they’ve ever forgiven someone for doing, or turned a blind eye towards?

      Sal sincerely feels that the worst thing Delores, a woman he loves, did to him was give their first born son up to her friend. He can understand that she wasn’t in a right, emotional space - but it was still done without his consent. And to make matters worse, she lied about his whereabouts for a while since they weren’t physically seeing one another. Sal was infuriated and disgusted but, he forgives her. Occasionally he’s brought it up in a present-day argument though.

19. What’s something your muse only does when they’re alone?

      Sal doesn’t like to be alone for a long period of time. Reckoning that he’ll get introspective in the worst way. Away from his regular associates, he gives tall-tales to young adults in his presence. But he’s also been watching reality TV with Delores, too. He enjoys the chaos and confusion. 

[peaceificarchived]

@redrighthanded

He doesn’t do much of his own dirty work anymore. The benefits of being the don’s second-in-command, if not the benefits stemming from the fact he had already served time in prison for an assassination performed in the Bianchis’ name (though, with Levi’s refusal to cooperate with law enforcement and the fact the investigation had been far from lawful, his conviction of only second-degree murder would argue otherwise) – he has proven himself loyal and worthy and, because of this, is now able to delegate such tedious and dangerous work to his subordinates. All of which goes a long way to say: Levi Kaplan does not get his hands bloodied all too often nowadays.

Rather, the blood Sergeant Ribeiro seems so satisfied to find staining Levi’s hands; its rich, dark color slowly seeping through the cloth of his shirt as he tries to apply pressure on the wound; is his own.

Needless to say, there are no devilish smirks or humorous remarks greeting Ribeiro this time.

“You gonna stand there an gawk all day like a fucking moron, or are you actually going to come over here and help, sergeant?”

Kaplan was limping. Noah had picked up on that a long time ago, of course, but ... usually the man seemed quite capable to keep his balance and, rather proudly, as far as Noah could tell, carry himself nontheless. This day, however? The limp was much more visible - leg neither folding nor stretching as much as it should.

Now Noah knew better than to stare - at the leg, anyway. Kaplan’s bloody hands, however? Those were quite a sight, one Noah wasn’t just unable to take his eyes off of, but downright refused to.

He had been smug, just for a moment - thinking that he had caught the man ... well, red handed, literally. But ... no. Even before Kaplan spoke, Noah could see that something was off, and as he realized that the blood wasn’t proof for some kind of terrible crime? Everything seemed to fall into place - the limp, the lack of a smirk on Kaplan’s face, the ... less than graceful, well-calculated words. 

It was no secret that Noah wanted to get Kaplan behind bars, sooner rather than later, really - but he was no monster (or rather: he wasn’t the monster of the two of them), and in this moment? A scoff, or smile, or even raised brows weren’t part of his response. It was a good thing that half his family consisted of doctors, but even without that additional knowledge Noah had spent enough time completing various first aid classes.

“We’ll go with the latter, today”, though there was no amusement in his voice, expression rather calm as he walked over and hunched down in front of the man. “I’ll need to know what happened”, while already stripping out of his jacket. “Or - don’t tell me what happened, just tell me what caused the wound. Take your hand off of it, just for a second.” It would be easier to apply pressure with an additional piece of cloth - damn, Noah liked this jacket, but ... it wouldn’t be the first time blood would get caught in the fabric. He’d figure it out.