lily of the valley

[whoknocks]

#whoknocks , 𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥, 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗥 . 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥. an independent / character study made for roleplaying purposes of 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴 . of vince gilligan's 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗱 && BCS . now please be at least 21 to follow me, as i am uncomfortable with anyone younger. my blog will include TRIGGERING THEMES , as this is a kingpin character . i am 23 years of age and i go by they / them pronouns.

carrd / psd credit

[whoknocks]

i am making an original character 🤖

[billharding]

❛    let me buy you another drink.    /    @whoknocks

school night,        after hours,        but it doesn’t stop the vast majority of students to crowd the suddenly overpacked bar,        CHILL OF WINTER asphyxiated at the very door,        open to ease the surrounding humidity.        for good measure,        he glances at his watch,        pretends to PONDER the judiciousness of walt’s offer and grins :❝    sure.        that’d be nice,        thanks.    ❞        because he never leaves anything unfinished,        current glass is brought to his lips to allow for the last drops of BOURBON NEAT to trickle down his tongue,        his throat,        burning its powerful way down.        ❝    so what’s new with you,        walt ?        haven’t seen you in awhile.        chemistry keepin you busy ?❞

[whoknocks]

𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗘 , a brilliant mind fresh out of Sentinel . Then Caltech . Then the original founder of Gray Matter . out of all things , that lung cancer is what keeps him busy, a complete overturn of events and masterwork of his brain network, a complete change in being, molecules ridden, just like the subject in his hands, god played with man. 〃 yeah . . . i . uhh work as a teacher . at a high school . 〃 he signs two fingers of a signal to the man at the bar , a shy smile before he begins to explain himself like a tall child after passing the last bill of twenty from his old leather wallet. 〃 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟 , ha ha , 'm sure you have plenty of complaints already. 〃

[rightly-deactivated20230130]

i hate doing this. i hate that it's back to this yet again. it's 2023, and so far, everything that can go wrong for me has, and is. i have an infection under my arm that's extremely painful and preventing me from lifting, which is genuinely my entire job. so i've been out of work since tuesday at the doctor's requests, i have no sick time, and i don't think i'll be able to go back for the remainder of the week. they refuse to take my doctor's note, and my mother, who i already have problems with, is constantly reminding me that i have to make rent. i don't know what this means for the future of my job and i'm trying so hard not to lose it. if you could share this, or help, it would be greatly appreciated. k.o - fi is here, c.ashapp +  v.enmo  is $johnluckpickerd, & paypal is available by request. thank you for your time.

[whoknocks]

where does your power lie?

the legs: you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

tagged by: ay yo hank @brutulist lyyyy thank you ( i think i stole ur formatting too ) tagging: @dyavolvich , @consumare , @reavers , @yaraito .

[whoknocks]

@brutulist : 〃you look great. like a million bucks of real money.〃

a cackling tone of his brother . in . law bangs like a drum in a dull breathless air that all fills was the sun's heat in their atmosphere of blended concrete with the orange of the horizon . . . 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗖𝗘 - 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦 . his response is more dry humor hiding the absolute truth . 〃 . . . why not a 𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡 ? 〃

[whoknocks]

WALTER, GO OVER THERE AND EXPLAIN TO HIM WHY YOU COULDN'T TAKE YOUR SON TO SCHOOL

𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 . . . 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 && 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

there are always the two sides of a coin, the permanence of lingering that is just as deceiving as the next side of it, a hidden identity of secrecy that keeps obfuscating his very mind : 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗖 with slightly trembling palms of uncomfort , he doesn't like being indebted to another man && now he has to repay the man in front of him somehow, according to the plan of his matrimonial partner mrs. white . 〃 yes . . . Skyler MY WIFE and I live just next door. 〃 the old man wipes his hands at back of his thighs 〃 if there's any way i could . . . do something . . . 〃 ( let me know ) was not said in the moment.

〃 . . . thank you again nice meeting you , john 〃 a right hand is held upward, 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏 a bandaged back of the hand with a catheter cap on top of it from one of his most recent treatments ( doctor said to keep it in until next thursday ) before he turns away, the inside of his cheeks are bit with a clenched jaw .

〃 perhaps this is too forward . . . i could offer you some bourbon i have hidden from my wife - - - ha ha - 𝗡𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, just something i keep for myself we could get acquainted. I'm Walter White . 〃

[lovnghusband]

these haunting eyes leave no trail of following the conversation . but mistake not ! although they may seem trapped in a state of comatose , peeled of all interest & fervor to engage ― they were confiscating every word in accordance to the neighbour's body language . CALL IT CAUTION .

last monday had brought upon his door an officer . . . JIM was the name . all shiny badge & no wrinkles disfiguring his uniform . he knows his face . he also knows about the investments THE HIGH TABLE has made to the several police departments their talons could squeeze their money-driven loyalty out of . to put it plainly , officer jim was not there to welcome the new outsiders to his neighbourhood , as hard as he attempted to play his part . he was there to supervise . to gather up bits & pieces of this sudden retirement so that he can report . there was fear in the way he stumbled over his words ― how the blue eyes raced right & left , upwards & downwards . . . but never once fixed , save for when he bid his goodbyes .

he is far too blunt to play pretend . prudence was whispered in the way the body holds itself . at a distance & motionless in silence . the only sign of life was when he raised his arm to shake the offered hand . a catheter . . . ( HE OPTS TO NOT MAKE ANY REMARKS ) .

" ― another time , walter . "

[whoknocks]

have you ever seen a sigma thread this good . @dyavolvich

[lovnghusband]

‛‛ 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 . 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 . 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 , 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 . 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 . ( 𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 ! ) 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 , 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗 . 𝚙.𝚜. 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 ?

her handwriting lays bare on the crafting table . the letter is there for a purpose ― what to do if his attempts fail ; if the 18mm blade does not have the right hand to guide it ; what if the grid lines of the cutting mat are three millimeter upwards . . . he cannot wash the sins of a murderer by trying to FIT IN . even the sheets of papers feel sullied with his touch . ( BUT ― IS THIS NOT THE RETIREMENT YOU WANTED TO INDULGE IN ? THE RETIREMENT THAT BURNT AN ENTIRE CITY ANEW . . . WHAT AN UNFORTUNATE CLIPPED-WING PHOENIX ; how many weak ― weaker than yourself ― have you killed to be loved . . . ) . the silence shakes him for a moment ; but the letter is there for a purpose . . . a reminder to not cannibalize his own fears & slaughter his mind .

all his worries are breathed in . slowly & mindfully . just like she once taught . a weight of a mountain is released from his shoulders when he exhales . soon after his fingers reach for her letter , feeling homesick but are prompty interrupted by the ringing at their door .

the blurry silhouette behind the opaque door seems rather still . maybe it is just the mailman . " yes ? " he is greeted by a man he never saw & flooded by the sudden notes of appreciation clashing in disagreement with an advice . it seems as if he had carved out his thoughts so that he assembles whatever on earth the man was on about . forgive him , he has had too much on his plate for the past week to be able to digest it all . " oh . you're . . . flynn's father ? "

" kid was late . it was on the way ― " for a moment he considers the man . his expression is far too familiar . one that could haunt him every morning just by glancing at the mirror . " name's john . "

[whoknocks]

WALTER, GO OVER THERE AND EXPLAIN TO HIM WHY YOU COULDN'T TAKE YOUR SON TO SCHOOL

𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 . . . 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 && 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

there are always the two sides of a coin, the permanence of lingering that is just as deceiving as the next side of it, a hidden identity of secrecy that keeps obfuscating his very mind : 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗖 with slightly trembling palms of uncomfort , he doesn't like being indebted to another man && now he has to repay the man in front of him somehow, according to the plan of his matrimonial partner mrs. white . 〃 yes . . . Skyler MY WIFE and I live just next door. 〃 the old man wipes his hands at back of his thighs 〃 if there's any way i could . . . do something . . . 〃 ( let me know ) was not said in the moment.

〃 . . . thank you again nice meeting you , john 〃 a right hand is held upward, 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏 a bandaged back of the hand with a catheter cap on top of it from one of his most recent treatments ( doctor said to keep it in until next thursday ) before he turns away, the inside of his cheeks are bit with a clenched jaw .

〃 perhaps this is too forward . . . i could offer you some bourbon i have hidden from my wife - - - ha ha - 𝗡𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, just something i keep for myself we could get acquainted. I'm Walter White . 〃

[whoknocks]

〃 @yazmin2k , you know what i like about optimism and chemistry ? 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗 (Aurum) , but at least it contains free electrons 〃

[whoknocks]

SAY MY NAME . . . ( 𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘉𝘌𝘙𝘎. ) YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT

[whoknocks]

soles of one's feet rub against a bristle ground , his cheap shit shoes coated in micro - sized crystals ( naked to the human's eye , but to a dog's nose it smells like ammonium red alert ) / after an echo of a man that has returned home with a loving call out ' HONEY I'M HOME ' to the one true woman whose lingering her name 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, she blinked her eyes obnoxiously in the condescending raise of eyes, a hard hit from the bottom of the cup && it startled the teacher with confusion as he had to strap himself in for his own mistake of another son's emergency . ' OUR NEIGHBOR DID WHAT ? ' how it wasn't just his own wife's dagger arisen gaze , now it's the same feet battled && defeated in embarrassment of a complete stranger to a single knock next door fumbling through a green & tidy lawn AND HE BEGINS TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF . 〃 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 - - - was very noble of you ; but i can assure you that wasn't necessary . 〃

〃 thank you . . . SORRY , 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, how may i call you @dyavolvich ? 〃