#thebaptxst

[oddyssea]

@thebaptxst––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

THE SILENCE was golden really, his eyes moving UP AND DOWN the forest’s edge for just a moment, READY for combat but showing the restraint he’d TRAINED himself into for a moment before EXHALING heavily and stepping backward for a moment as if he’s STEPPING away from nothing short of a MIND’S EYE DISASTER. He’s never been one for much DRAMATIC behavior but there’s something that isn’t sitting right with him and so for a moment he remains UNMOVING, eyes shut for a second as he runs a hand across his features before adjusting the sleeves of his dress shirt.

HE PAUSES for a moment before holding a walkie to his lips and muttering something of an order to one of the SOLDIERS under his charge and speaking candidly.

“Search the outer rim of the forest for signs of activity and report back once you’ve finished. I’d like to ensure that any ONLOOKERS know we’re aware of them.”

After a second he turns on his heels approaching the RANCH once against with a moment’s notice to calm himself down while he tries his best to maintain his composure.

[finalvlog-a]

@thebaptxst // ( continued from this )

Alex’s eyes narrow and he has so much he wants to say but he grinds his teeth, locks the words behind them. For all of five seconds before, “So you need to have god, believe in something in order to be a good person? There’s plenty of atheists out there that do more for other people than the most devout believers.” He can’t keep it to himself. He can’t let John get away with this load of bull.

“Some people don’t need the promise of a heaven or hell to make them do good things.” He lifts his chin, meets John’s eyes. “They’re just good people.” Maybe that didn’t compute for John who needed incentive. Or justification for the horrible things he did. More likely it was a combination of both. He sighs, sinks a little further into himself as John talks about what was meant to happen.

“And what if I don’t want a place in Eden’s Gate?”

[ryesons]

           ❝   YOU  JUST  DON’T  KNOW  WHEN     to  quit ,  do  you ?  ❞       at  his  home  again ,  no  less .  nick  feels  his    IRRITATION   bubbling  in  the  rising  dusk  faster  than  he  can  put  a  tamper  on  it .   ❝  what’s  it  this  time ,  huh ?  ❞        @thebaptxst   /   s.c.  

[dcngeroushearts]

♡┆❛ THEBAPTXST LIKED THE THING! ( FOR SALEM BEAUMONT. )

               ❛ your brother scares me sometimes, john. ❜ maybe this was a controversial statement to say to him — she knew of his loyalty to joseph. but, it was true. // thebaptxst​!

[peacefulapostle--a]

👌👌👌 BLESS ALL THESE KIDS AND THE MUN WHO LOVES THEM ✨

Send “👌👌👌” if you think I’ve done a good job with my OC. Bonus point if you explain what you like the most.

BLESS YOU FOR BEING SO AMAZINGLY KIND. I ADORE YOU AND I CAN’T WAIT TO START WRITING TOGETHER. 

[prosperitysleader]

            ❝ look, john, i’m running out of nice ways to say this. . .  but NO. it’s not gonna happen. just give up, please. ❞      kim sighs, pressing the heel of her hand into her forehead. john seed is a fucking walking headache it seems.  ❝ i’m DEFINITELY NOT gonna let you go look at carmina. . . especially not when nick isn’t home.  ❞

@thebaptxst / / sc.

[dcputyrook]

@thebaptxst || s.c.

“You’re a lawyer, arent’cha? Yeah, you seem to have that sort of....HIERARCHY. Regardless, have you ever done any cases that involved kids? I used to be a bailiff for a short time before i went full cop and I was always put in those courtrooms because like hell was I going to let anyone get to those kids.” Was this a good conversation topic to distract the Herald from his SUPPOSED JOB?

Yes. 

Alder didn’t want any ugly sin tattoos.

“Or were you too GOOD for those cases? Didn’t care what happened to a few kids. Just wanted those people with those cases who’d pay you well to fulfill all your drug and sex dreams. Yeah...that seems more like YOU.”

[o188]

@thebaptxst / cont.

It's almost a shame that none of the pictures mounted on the wall fall; in all honesty, Sonny wants to hear glass shatter --- wants something to give in the situation, as ridiculous as it is. The sensation of his back slamming against the wood of John Seed's beloved ranch home has him barking out in pain but it doesn't stop his struggle --- no. Not when flesh is exposed and John has intentions for it. Not when he knows that the moment he gives up, it's all over.

"He has nothing to do with this and you know it."

Exhaustion keeps him pinned in place for a moment, breaths heavy and sweat forming on the very same brow some of his bangs have flopped over. His grip is bruising, his glare cold.

"Your brother's lost his mind and he's dragging you down with him, John." Talk. Keep him talking. Get him thinking, but tread carefully. Sonny has seen the others --- the ones high on their flowers and twisted beliefs. He won't become one of them. "Let go. Just --- just let go of it. There's still hope for you."