#stagvour

[highstakcs]

are you husks type?

♡ " please. I ain't never met anyone more sunshine than you. the kinda sunshine that burns you to a fuckin' crisp and laughs, but, hey, no one said the sun was kind. " a man growing up in the desert, husk knows the sun's destructive capabilities.

patrolling the mojave almost makes you wish for a nuclear winter.

[voxxcd]

do you ever stop talking?

          ✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ]

"No, if I stop talking then you might start and I can't have that. You're really annoying to listen to,"

[discoinfernos]

@stagvour asked: “You’re still alive? Tougher than you look.” / for charlie !

❝ Uhhh . . . thanks? ❞ Charlie stares up at Alastor with blatant relief. She can hardly believe it herself. She was still alive — they all were, they'd done it! A rush of emotions fills her as she looks at him : relief, hurt, guilt, concern, affection. After his absence, after all fear she's felt, she wants nothing more than to throw her arms around him, crying out all the emotions she's been holding back all this time.

Instead, she restrains herself, grasping her hands together and holding them to her heart, just looking him over with a watery smile. ❝ And you too — are you okay? It was awfully close for a second there. If Emily hadn't grabbed you . . . ❞ She laughed, shakily, wiping tears from her eye. ❝ I was so scared. ❞

[toxitrosia]

˗ˋˏ ♡    are you val's type ? 

well fuck. he hadn't expected that. but then again he shouldn't be surprised. he is a catch. perhaps @stagvour has good taste after all. plucking a carnal red from his array of lipsticks, val applies a fresh coat. he presses a neat little kiss in the center of the return envelop prior to placing it into kitty's hands for deliverance. ❛ vooox, i'm going out. i'll be back in seven years. ❜

[televanghell]

💕 / i am legally obligated to send this in

    𝑰𝑭 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬           𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶    𝑳͟𝑶𝑽͟𝑬𝑫͟ 𝒀̳͟𝑶̳͟𝑼                ﹙  𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡.  @stagvour  ﹚

bonus :

[discoinfernos]

@stagvour asked: is it worth dying for? / for charlie !

Just a few more hours until Adam and his army will arrive. Charlie couldn’t sleep ; she’d slipped out of bed hoping not to wake Vaggie and gone up to the balcony. She shouldn’t be surprised that Alastor found her here — does he ever even sleep? The question, however, is a surprise, spoken simply, softly. She knows her answer, though.

❝ Yes. ❞ Charlie doesn't hesitate, doesn’t even give herself a chance to consider. It’s not something she would consider ; if this hotel is worth anything, it’s worth giving everything. Her people are slaughtered every year, and she’s trying to save them — if she, herself, isn’t willing to die for that conviction then what is she even doing?

❝ I won’t ask anyone to risk their lives for this hotel and what it stands for if they don’t believe in it. But I will. I have to. To protect our — my family. ❞ She glances sidelong at the man, her confidante, her mentor. Despite his sadistic nature, his insistence that he doesn’t believe in redemption, he has done nothing but support her vision. This fight though . . . she’d understand if he’s having second thoughts. ❝ You don’t have to do this, you know. ❞

[redemptsin]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   ruth ( @stagvour ) .

            𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓,  this  is  not  how  she  imagined  things  would  go.  But  she  has  no  regrets.  Everything  she  has  ever  done  in  her  life  has  been  for  her  boy.  And  though  she'd  tried  not  to  see  it  at  first,  in  the  end,  she  couldn't  ignore  the  signs.  The  best  she  could  do  was  pretend.  Pretend  that  she  didn't  notice  the  gloves  he  always  wore  or  the  nights  he  came  home  long  after  his  shift  at  the  radio  station  had  ended,  stinking  of  death  and  swamp  water.

            Hell  is  not  so  different,  except  he  doesn't  hide  who  he  is  anymore  and  Ruth  gets  a  front  row  seat  to  the  carnage  and  mayhem.  She  should  be  horrified  —  she  is  horrified  —  and  yet,  she  will  always  adore  him  in  the  way  only  a  mother  could.  When  he'd  gone  quiet  for  those  long  years,  Ruth  had  wondered  if  perhaps  he'd  finally  seen  the  light;  intended  to  turn  over  a  new  leaf.  Then  rumours  of  his  involvement  with  this  hotel  project  circulated.  She  stayed  away.  Not  because  she  didn't  want  to  see  him,  but  because  she  worried  that  seeing  her  here,  in  hell,  would  jeopardise  whatever  he  was  doing.

            But  after  everything  went  down,  and  the  hotel  re-opened,  she  could  no  longer  deny  the  need  to  see  him.  So,  she  sat  now  in  the  lobby.  Fingers  gripping  the  flowered  hat  in  her  lap.  She  had  been  ushered  in  by  a  frenzied  little  maid  who  assured  her  someone  would  give  her  the  grand  tour  in  a  flash.

            Admittedly,  she  was  nervous.  The  approach  of  footsteps  had  Ruth's  ears  twitching.  She  didn't  need  to  turn  to  know  exactly  who  it  was.  Ruth  would  know  that  gait  anywhere.  Yet,  she  couldn't  bring  herself  to  face  him.  Not  yet.  She  remained  seated,  her  back  to  him.   ❝   What  a  grand  place  you  have  here.  Quite  the  improvement  from  before.   ❞  It's  an  idle  comment,  but  true  all  the  same.  It  is  almost  like  a  game  as  Ruth  holds  her  breath.  Would  he  recognise  her  voice?  Did  he  even  remember  it  after  all  this  time?