#thedrxgonslayer

[hxllfire-wrxith-blog]

@thedrxgonslayer {*finger guns* thank you, I'll be saving a slice of ice cream cake for you.}

[helden-sterben-nie]

"Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up." (I don't know I imagine these two having a movie night)

Angela released a huff of air to express her displeasure in having to move. It should have been a crime to do so after getting so comfortable already. “…Fine,” and with that he released his arm from her clutches. “but it better be te good stuff.”

[hxllfire-wrxith-blog]

"I won't say I'm surprised that your flirting is bad because it's actually not that surprising."

   ↠”As if it were a necessary skill to begin with. But I’m sure you know all about it,I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of admirers”

   ↠He remarked with a smirk, leaning back so his shoulder met the wall.

   ↠”Though it’s not hard to see why.”

[drxpthebeat]

@thedrxgonslayer

Lucio’s fame was a constant source of both great and terrible things. Great because he got to travel around and spread hope and joy to people, but terrible because there were a lot of people who were against his methods of dealing with Vishkar and not afraid to show it through violence. Things like fangirls were somewhere in the middle of both neat and pretty troublesome. It had gotten bad enough that the musician needed bodyguards, which in and of itself made him feel somewhat like a tool.

Upon landing in Germany, Lucio got off his plane and almost immediately began to look for the man he had hired. Truth be told, the Brazilian was stoked to meet a former Overwatch hero. He was also hoping he could find the man quickly so he would not in trouble for taking too long. The further through the airport he got, the louder sounds of excited voices became. Curious, the musician began to follow those instead of searching for his bodyguard.

Luckily for Lucio, one lead to the other. Surrounding Reinhardt was a large group of people, all fawning over the large man. Seeing a hero getting treated in such a way brought a bright smile to the younger man’s face. It also meant less attention on him, which was a big plus as far as Lucio was concerned. He made his way through the sea of people with his small luggage bag in tow until finally making it to the man he had been looking for.

“Hey, Mr. Reinhardt?” Lucio smiled nervously, awestruck at meeting such a hero who was even more impressive in real life than he was in the stories, “I’m Lucio. I’m your, I don’t know, I guess charge? For a few days. We spoke about a week ago.” He hoped the other remembered.

[runningfxrfreedxm-blog]

Not an Average Day

@thedrxgonslayer

Gina could only think of the paths ahead of her, the racing beat in her chest and the sky below her.

This wasn’t her best Run, and it definitely wouldn’t be her last. She had learned that even the best Runners had their off days, this one just had to come back for round three. Her breath exploded from her lungs as her feet hit concrete and she rolled forward, bursting back into a sprint with the angry yells of The Blues not too far behind. The latino’s sprint led her into a building under partial construction and she monkeyed her way down the spider web of beams and platforms until she hit the ground floor.

Just as a precautionary measure, in case and workers were present today, Gina yelled:

“Move!”

As loud as she could. Her warning came a little too late, way to late as she bolted right around the corner and straight into what felt like an iron beam. Holding her head as she fell backwards, she gritted her teeth as she cursed her new pain.

“Hey! If you hear someone say move you move pendejo!”

[willteacupgraham-blog]

Season 3 AU

Will had always wondered what was going to become of him. He’d felt numb ever since Hannibal had left him bleeding out on the floor. He had missed Abigail so much she was invading his mind. She was there with him, but he knew that she wasn’t real. Will walked to Abigail’s grave almost three months since his recovery, sighing softly. He held back tears as he placed the flowers onto her grave, trying to let her go.

“Hey...uh...”Will heard after a moment of silence. Will glanced at the voice. A kid with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes stared back at him. Will shivered. The kid looked like he was Will’s.

“Hello.” Will spoke softly, kneeling down to be at eye level, “What do you need?”

“Mom tells me not to talk to strangers.” The kid spoke defensively. The pair paused for only a moment before the kid sighed.

“I lost my mom.” The kid admitted, “Can you help me find her?”

Will sighed softly. He knew that feeling.

“What does she look like?” Will asked gently.

“She’s blonde...and...uh...” The kid shifted awkwardly. He bit his lip. Will smiled softly and sighed, standing up. He glanced around, looking for a blonde woman nearby. Unfortunately for the both of them, Will didn’t spot her. Will glanced back down at the boy.

“Why don’t you walk with me, and we’ll see if we can spot her?” Will asked.

“Sure!” The kid sighed, reaching up for Will’s hand. Reluctantly, Will took the boy’s hand. Will made his way slowly to the front of the graveyard, keeping pace with the kid. Will wanted to make sure that the boy didn’t tire out too quickly on their little adventure. When they got there, a van was the only thing in the parking lot. There were three people standing outside. A curvy woman with blonde hair stood in front of an elderly couple. She was playing with her necklace nervously. Will couldn’t quite pick up their voices.

“Mom!” The boy cried out, letting go of Will’s hand. Will let the boy go and watched him run to his mother, who knelt down and hugged him happily. Will’s chest tightened when they looked at him. He wanted to duck away and get into his car. He didn’t want them to come closer, but the woman approached him swiftly. Will stood awkwardly as the woman hugged him. He didn’t have time to hug her back as the woman stared at him thankfully.

“Where did you find him?” She asked, relieved.

“He approached me as I paid respects to someone I once knew.” Will explained.

“Well thanks for bringing him back safely.” The woman sighed, “There’s all sorts of predators out there trying to kidnap little boys.”

Will nodded, wincing. The woman started to walk away but stopped. She sighed, glancing back at Will. “Look I have to reward you for this great deed.” The woman joked, “What can I do for you?”

“Nothing.” Will winced, “It’s fine. I would have been angry at myself if I didn’t help.”

“Let me at least take you out to dinner.” The woman insisted, “We’re going right now.” Will opened his mouth to protest, but the woman shushed him. She smiled, causing his lips to curve into one. Will felt warmth in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? You fall in love with me?” The woman teased.

“Alright, I’ll go. What’s your name?” Will asked her, chuckling.

“You can call me Molly.” The woman smiled, pleased with herself, “And yourself?”

“Will.” Will sighed, walking to his car, “Where are we going?”

“Just follow us.” Molly called back, waving.

It was hard for Will to believe that, in about three years, they would be happily married and living the perfect life.

[willteacupgraham-blog]

thedrxgonslayer

After all that had happened to him before Hannibal was finally caught, Will felt numb. He waited for feeling to return to him, but nothing did. He waited to forgive himself for all of the damage that he’d done, but it was always too late. One of his best friends was gone. Will could never bring her back.

Will had brought his pack to the dog park today. He didn’t know why, but maybe sitting and letting his dogs socialize would heal him in some way. He just felt more isolated. Will just wanted to go home. Will didn’t make any moves to stand, though. Will watched Buster in particular. Buster was always the feisty one.

“Ay, Buster.” Will called out when Buster tried snapping at another dog.

[theshatteredteacup]

See? ||

thedrxgonslayer : in response to [this] post. “Molly Foster-Graham in human form, do you see?” His fingers clenched about the arms of the stiffwheelchair as if it were the neck of the man in front of him. The blood drained from his knuckles and rushed across his chest, flaring red and hot across the back of his neck and cheeks until he felt he might spew flames between his clenched teeth. Dolarhyde tilted his head and his kimono slid over his pale shoulder, exposing a few of the thick bands of ink that made up the elaborate tattoo across his back. His eyes sought Will's and his scarred lip twisted faintly before drooping back into his usual expression of empty calm, his features like the surface of undisturbed water. Before them was a screen and a projector, which hummed softly as it displayed the digital image. “Do you see?” Molly's form glowed against the fabric screen. His eyes traced the familiar curves of her form beneath her nightgown, the soft flesh of her cheek, the pink flush of her lips; a burning lump gathered in the back of his throat. “Yes...” There was a soft click and the picture changed. “Mrs. Foster-Graham changing... do you see?” 

He lurched in the chair. Pain flared across his skin, blossoming everywhere all at once. The wheels of the chair squeaked and swiveled slightly with his violent movements. The glue spread across the back of the chair, the seat, and the arm rests clung to his flesh; in his mad thrashing, strips of it peeled away and remained in place amid the smeared glue, glistening and red. Shuddering, he sank back into the chair, breathing hard between his teeth, hissing like a serpent. “Yes... I see.” He spat the words like venom. Dolarhyde's thick, muscular shoulders rolled, sending the kimono sliding slowly free of his form. The tattoo rippled on his skin as it was unveiled- almost as if it had a mind of its own, and perhaps it did.  “Mrs. Foster-Graham reborn... do you see?” She was sprawled across the bedsheets. There was blood everywhere. Her eyes were replaced with shards of mirror rimmed with blood.  The Dragon turned, his eyes burning. “Do you see? See....? See?” A claw tore down his face and he was engulfed in flame.                                                  - - - Will awoke drenched in sweat and screaming. The twisted, grotesque scar marring his face was burning; his head was throbbing in time with the rapid rhythm of his heart.  His hand drifted to the place beside him, but it was empty. The sheets were cold and trailed off onto the floor in a pale pool. He felt suddenly sick. “Molly.... Molly?!” He staggered to his feet, took two long strides to the door- and nearly plowed directly into Molly. He stared at her, hardly hearing whatever half-asleep nonsense she was mumbling to him. His hands trembled, reaching toward her cheeks, but stopping just before their skin met. He was so afraid to touch her, so afraid to find that she was not really there..., but in the end, he uttered her name on the back of a sob and collapsed into her arms.