#saintslaughter

[ofvoidx]

━ continued from here for @saintslaughter .

OH , WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT . kristen durus certainly isn't immune to compliments -- and if she were to be honest , buying a short and black dress to wear out felt like such a normal thing. SHE'S ALLOWED TO FISH FOR A COUPLE COMPLIMENTS . and she never did just want to be pretty -- objectifying as in an object of desire. that's far more pleasing.

. . . that small quirk of kristen's lips , the smallest little smile certainly acts like she just got something she wanted. HER HAND REACHES OUT , FINGERS JUST TOUCHING THE BACK OF HIS NECK . near the base , a fingernail tapping , leaning in. " what's your favorite shot to take then? if it's not too awful a choice , i'll give it a try. "

[themultiversemercs]

What Could Have Been.

Not a starter, just a 'Snippet' that came to mind. Idea from: https://youtu.be/EHhtOo8nFBQ

Alarms were blaring, people were running around, collecting documents and securing weapons to be locked away and shipped through portals to anywhere but here.

All except those in the inner circle, who stood around a war map, the atmosphere bleak.

"So, what's the plan?" Fane fiinally broke the silence that came about as the watched the overwhelming forces approching, everyone turning to the older Arch for his response. At first, he did not, simply groaning in pain as he stood up, using his stick for assistance.

"There isn't one. Not this time. Agent has me beat."

"What do you mean, there's no plan? You've always got something!" Junkie's brows furrowed as he spoke, already catching on to Arch's intent behind his words.

The old man simply shook his head, looking between the dozen or so people with him. "Not one that means all of you leaving alive." As he spoke, he picked up a wrist mounted PDA from the table, strapping it to him and began putting instructions into it.

"096, 349, 923, 778, 073. You guys can take over from here, alright?" He asked the other Arch variants listening in by radio. There was another moment of silence, Duchess speaking next. "Take over? What are you talking..."

It quickly sunk in what 001 was going to do, and the protests soon started.

"Absolutely bloody not!"

"C-come on man, this is you! Surely you can come up with some daring escape!"

"Gareth, you can't just kill yourself like this!"

"You think I'm going to stand by and let you die?!"

"Are you fucking joking?! Not happening!"

"I'm not arguing with you!" 001 finally barked back, trying to silence them, if only for a moment. "We can all see there's too many of them for us to take here. He's after me, he won't be too upset to see you lot got out of here alive, so you'll have a chance to retaliate." He could not look any of them in the eye, instead watching as the forces approched, and stopped.

A moment later, a new alarm sounded and a member of the skeleton crew raced into the room "Sir, we've just confirmed missles have been launched. They look to be nuclear in nature."

"Figures. You want something doing right, do it yourself. Thank you, Corpral. Get out of here."

"But sir, who's going to stand by and-"

"Just go, mate." The young agent stood for a moment, before nodding, a quick salute following. "It's been an honour, sir."

"Likewise. Make sure everyone else gets out. I'll be the only fatality today." With that, the agent made their way out, securing the exits and ensuring people were off the station.

You ripped out all my parts

I couldn't care what invention you made me

'Cause I, I was meant to be yours.

"Besides..." Arch turned his attention back to his found families. "I'm over 350 years old. I'm tired of waking up in cold sweats and watching those I care about die over and over again."

A few more insturctions were typed on his wrist mounted PDA, a portal opening up on the wall at the end of the room, facing the window into the outside void. More soon opened, for each of the people's timelines that had joined him.

I hope you know we had everything

And you broke me and left these pieces

"Fane...Jill, Diana, Duch, Elliott, Houndy, Lex, Claire, Daniel, Hayden, Ameer... It's been an honour to fight with you all at our sides. And thank you for giving us families, friends, lovers, children and all that brings. I love you all." He gestured to the portals, showing them out. One by one they began to leave, going through their respective portals.

Only the Fane that he had met stayed, the two embracing and sharing a tender kiss for a moment. "Thank you for teaching me how to love again, darling." Arch spoke softly, a smile gracing his wrinkled features. "Now go. These people will need guidance, even the other me's. Keep the timelines, and this legacy alive."

He kissed her forehead once he finished speaking, With Fane shaking her head, looking up to him. "Not a chance, you know that." A short laugh came from him, even if his expression was pained. "I know. But you know I can't lose you too." He picked her up, pinning her arms to her side so she could only struggle as he carried her bridal style towards a portal, and a bewildered Drane and Junkie. As soon as he passed her through the portal, Fane scrambled to try and get back through, only to have the two holding her back, earning them a punch or kick as she sobbed.

I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and

I want you to lose like I lose when I play

Once they were all through the portals, that smile stayed on his face a moment more as he looked to each of them. "He will not win. I promise you that." With that he closed the portals, turning to watch as the nukes pierced the windows, the portals closing just in time.

What could have been.

@justanotherdayinthefirstorder

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[n0va-c41ne]

@saintslaughter​

   "Yeah?" He certainly didn't seem bothered-- But then again, he wasn't the one bleeding for once. "People bleed all th' damn time. That don't look too bad t' me." For a moment, he considered just leaving, breathing out a soft sigh as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

     "Ugh, a'ight. I ain't no medical professional, but I've done my fair share of bleedin'. Jus' keep some pressure on it for a minute, yeah?” He rolled his shoulders, idly brushing his hair out of his face. "Ya' want me t' call someone, or are ya' good jus' bleedin' out over there? I jus’ had a goddamn shower, so I don’t wanna get my fuckin’ hands dirty.”

The scrap wasn’t exactly stuff of legends; it was a goddamn ambush. They weren’t expecting the Luchadores springing that shit, they were supposed to be allies for pity’s fucking sake. Their only strategy was to scatter, hope they weren’t being chased. 

Viv had definitely felt the wound when it was inflicted, but didn’t stop to see the damage until they were practically at the street, leaning against a nearby lamp post when they got a response to their rhetorical statement. “What?” they asked, looking over to meet a face they’ve only seen in briefings. 

Fuck. 

“Don’t think you have who I need t’call...” they said, tugging off their hoodie - both to use as dressing and to hide the skull on the back - pressing the wadded up fabric against the wound with a sharp groan. “Just watch my back, tell me if you see any masked green assholes incoming?” 

[bcdwclves-a]

from here. || @saintslaughter​

he knew that les’ more, uh, abrasive nature would never go away, but admittedly, he loved that potty mouth of his. he loved the way he was crass and harsh, but he never felt it was malicious, no matter how many times les has cursed him out. he knew better than ever that maybe les was a big ol’ softie when it came down to it. 

    “oh, don’t ya’ worry about it,” he chuckles softly, pressing a soft kiss against the crown of his forehead before arms wound tighter around les’ shoulders, pulling him in closer into his chest. he would get his wish, despite not saying it. he knew him by now. 

[souldraggedmuses]

Continued from [X] with @saintslaughter​!

    As a surprise to nobody whatsoever,  Johnny Gat wasn't particularly big on discussing feelings.  It wasn't that he hated it- hell he didn't even dislike it.  He just had trouble getting in touch with certain emotions well enough to express them verbally.  Most were just bottled up until they exploded outwards.

    This was a bit different however.  It wasn't Johnny that was having trouble, but the Boss.  Maybe it would be somewhat easier to deal with than his own issues?

    "Look."  Johnny sighed, sitting down next to the other.  "Just cause you're the most badass motherfucker I know, doesn't mean ya’ can't have somethin' wrong.  Plus, I'd be a shitty excuse for a friend if I didn't even try to help."  Damn, he really should've brought something to drink for this.  Hindsight, huh?

    "The other’s ain't here right now.  Off exploring the new planet.  So... if ya wanna talk, now's the best time."

[crybabydemcn]

@saintslaughter​ - ▼

“You do, but you get your task done quickly you can leave quickly,” He picked up the jacket to the outfit, one of a few he had prepared for Les to pick through and placed it over his shoulders. “Then if you did that, you’d miss the free expensive alcohol you could also get when you’re done,” Will looked back to look over the other a couple of times before he decided that was good enough. He went to go and get his own jacket and final things he needed.

He needed an extra pair of hands to go and take something from one of the rooms in the home they had been invited to. It wasn’t dangerous, it was a small group of people so it wasn’t like there’d be that much security. Normally, it’d be idiotic to steal something in this situation but that was the point. There was only so many people to blame but there was someone far more convenient to blame. There was no real reason for Will or the Gleeful family to take it, as far as most people would consider. And they didn’t need it, it was useless. The war that resulted could be beneficial though.

[screenviolense-a]

@saintslaughter​ sent: ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ Viola

            ‘ you always have such interesting things to say to someone who could and is very tempted to shoot you. ‘ still, she did miss hearing those kinds of things, mostly because it reminded her of when she and kiki would go out and men would tell them the stupidest lines and buy them drinks.

[screenviolense-a]

@saintslaughter​ sent: “ this is no place for an angel, baby. ” Also. Viola

            ‘ i thought this was a saints bar. seems like this is the perfect place for an angel. ‘ she leaned against the bar, lit up in a familiar neon purple that cast a similar hue on her tight dress. it didn’t surprise her to see other saints dropping by, but seeing him here, away from his penthouse overlooking his new domain, had her feeling slightly suspicious. viola tilted her head to the side, resting her head on her propped up hand. ‘ did you know i’d be here tonight? ‘