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dyzzythedemon · 2 years
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daredevil-vagabond · 5 months
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Hello Chester (or is it welcome back?)
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes My heart cries out to you in desperation 7 a.m. is when the station plays its sounds
- Housewife radio, GHOST
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hardly-an-escape · 2 years
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just thinking about Hob and Dream and acts of service as a love language and how Hob would react as Dream gradually reveals more details about just how horrifying his imprisonment was…
Hob realizing exactly how long it’s been since Dream was touched by another person and deliberately seeking out opportunities to touch him in casual and gentle (and plausibly deniable) ways. passing him a mug of tea and just briefly cupping the back of his wrist. a gentle hand on his shoulder as he points at something. Hob’s knee against Dream’s under the table or his toes tucked under Dream’s leg on the couch. after a while he starts hugging Dream hello and goodbye and each hug lasts a fraction of a second longer than the last.
Hob makes a random comment about breathing and Dream mentions that the glass sphere was basically airtight - mentions it in an offhand, ‘it didn’t really matter because I don’t technically need to breathe anyway’ kind of way - but it matters to Hob. so wherever they are he starts making sure there’s a window cracked or a door propped open so Dream can feel fresh air.
Hob, thinking about how cold and hard glass is, starts offering Dream his coziest sweaters and softest, most worn-in t shirts and pajama pants. fleece blankets and fluffy pillows multiply in his flat like there’s an infestation. he considers buying a four poster bed with curtains, like in the olden days, in case Dream ever wants to sleep with him take a nap.
Hob just doing everything he can to fill Dream’s time in the waking world with pleasant sensations. beeswax candles and delicious cooking smells. there’s always music playing on his stereo when Dream is over. fresh colorful flowers on the coffee table every week (sometimes he makes Dream come along to the farmers market and pick them out).
and Dream knows what he’s doing, of course, because subtlety is not Hob Gadling’s middle name, and at first it almost offends him, and then it amuses him, and finally it unlocks something inside him - because he comes to understand that Hob is not trying to fix him; he’s trying to fill in the holes that Burgess drilled in him with something new, something warm and kind.
and one fall afternoon they’re coming back from the farmers market with flowers and this spicy chili oil Hob has been wanting to try, and it’s raining so they’re crowded under one umbrella and Hob’s shoulder is pressed warm against Dream’s, and Hob is extolling the virtues of a hot bath on a chilly day. and they come inside and shed their wet jackets (because it was a rather small umbrella) and Hob immediately gets a fluffy towel to wrap around Dream’s shoulders.
and Dream just can’t help it anymore, he’s in this space that has been filled with soft, warm things for him and he’s looking into Hob’s soft, warm eyes which are brimming with love for him and he leans in and kisses him. and Hob’s mouth is as soft and warm as his eyes. and the last vestige of that cold glass sphere that was lodged under Dream’s ribs cracks and dissolves under the warmth of Hob’s care.
and it turns out Hob didn’t need to get a four poster bed after all because his bog standard ikea one serves its purpose just fine.
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brewed-pangolin · 3 months
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Soap MacTavish is 5'10", and Alex Mason is 5'11".
This is a particularly good ratio for you because it intales little strain on your back as you bend over between them while they blissfully fill you from each end.
Pockets Full of Stones Masterlist
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theroguequeen · 6 months
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The brothel scene
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okay we all know I have a soft spot for younger rhaenyra and daemon and sometimes I still think about the brothel scene (just kidding maybe I think about this like every day lol) and what can I say I rewatched it today and my mind is running wild so here we are
Starting with the moment daemon shows up and is just standing there with his silly little hood over his head, not saying a word just looking at her and the way her face lights up full of pure excitement and joy and him casually grabbing her hand and there's not a moment of hesitation.
I know some people will be like that this whole city trip was just manipulation and so on and I personally think of course he had a plan for that night, but there's a change in the dynamic slowly and god it all goes over board later
When they are strolling through the streets daemon puts his hood a little more over his face and rhaenyra mimics him, doing the same while her laugh is ringing in his ears, seeing her so careless as some man is bumping into them
Daemon does not push him away but you know he is ready to it and than you have rhaenyra saying almost proudly "he called me boy"
The whole time you hear the loud crowd, people talking, even moaning and you can see how rhaenyra comes to life again, the excitement being outside, people not nociting her or at least not saying anything and acting so differently than at court, this is not about the throne, not about being the heir, this is her still young and thirsty for knowledge and new experience
And as we know this is the night where she loses her virginity, leaving something behind and entering a new chapter of womenhood
Daemon is handing here something to drink and there is fire and the mummer asking her "do you wish to know your death, child?" we as viewers know the tragedy behind this, but she does not, even laughs at it and her eyes are always wandering to daemon who till know did not say a word and just let her be, let her see, feel, smell
Now we are at the mummers play and daemon is watching it with her but is although looking at her, noticing every little motion on her face, seeing how her smile fades for a moment as Rhaenyra is hearing the people talking so casually about one of the most painful events in her life and there is the question "but would she be a strong and powerful queen" and the people booing and rhaenyra shouting against them and daemon saying to her that many of the people do want a male heir, the ongoing burden that lays on her shoulders and her turning away saying "there wants have no consequences" and daemon laughing but not taking his eyes of her, reminding her that after all it has consequences still not looking away, as he knows how that makes her feel for sure.
And for me it's clear that at the end of the night he realized that she will be a strong and powerful queen.
You can see that rhaenyra is upset and a little bit angry, her voice gets a little harsh as she replys "for one night I wish to be free of my inheritance" as she takes something to eat and running away even so daemon reminds her that common people get punished for stealing.
To me this underlines how desperate she is to just feel free, that she knows she is safe with daemon, provoking him, teasing him by running away so he has to follow her and knowing that he will.
And here we are - at the brothel, moaning all around, rhaenyra wandering around not knowing where to look at but not as shocked as some might expected her to be. This is new, yes, but she is not scared. She is ready to explore something new as she was the whole night.
On the other hand there is daemon, this is a place he knows by heart, spending endless nights there, fucking but never really feeling fully pleasured because the women may be beautiful and only there for his own pleasure but none of them are the one on his mind, hunting him in his sleep. There hair is not silver, their eyes are not hers, their moans are not hers. Not yet.
He is confident, the way he walks towards rhaenyra and once again she follows him. And she is not asking to leave this place, not once even if the moans are getting even louder and he brings her into a room full of people. There's nudity. Pleasure. And you know what? Even now she does not turn away. She stays. Looking at him. Following him. She does not shy away. She knows she is safe. And daemon feels that too. He sees it in her eyes. Some part of him maybe thought she would want to leave but on the other hand he was sure she wouldn't. He is is aware of what he is doing.
"fucking is a pleasure"
There it is. The four words. And she is still looking at him, not moving. Remember their conversation from earlier, about her having to marry someone, about her not feeling free. About finding no pleasure in the thought of having to marry just to produce heirs.
But there is is. Pleasure. True pleasure. Rhaenyra does not hesitate when he kisses her, she is leaning into the kiss, grabbing him, pulling him closer. Again, no fear, just the desperate need to feel his touch, to be seen as a women, not as the child she was. She wants this. She wants him. And I think this is what makes daemon stunned. The soft touch of her lips, not knowing exactly what will happen but ready to go all in here and now.
"fucking who we want."
She wants him. And him realizing he feels the same, this is not about manipulation anymore, this is not a game, she is in his arms, her body pressing against his. The longing. Yearning. Aching for his touch. She is so much more than he could even imagine.
The whole time they are not taking their eyes of each other. In this moment it's only them, the world stands still.
It are her moans who are filling the room now and as he is behind her she turns around just to grab him again, wanting feel him, but although wanting to see his face, not wanting him to stop but to go on while being seen by him.
And as looks in her eyes he realizes that she would sleep with him. That she will not stop this on her own. That she wants this. With him. Now.
She tries to kiss him again, there's even a little smile. Daemon gets almost paralyzed you can see how he stops himself, because this is not a whore, not some random women, this is rhaenyra and you even if his look almost gets cold, it's not because he does not want her, it is because of how much he wants her, his head turning into a whole mess as he realizes that what ever plan he might have had is gone, worthless, because all those feelings are just so intense and he has to force himself to let go of her.
And again this is because it's rhaenyra. Because he will not take her virginity in this damn brothel. He knows this is precious. This is meaningful. That this is not about his own pleasure but about her and that she deserves so much more.
"Wed her to me. I want Rhaenyra."
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tobi-smp · 2 years
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anyways, I think it’d be fun if a consequence of tommy’s invisibility potion addition is that parts of him don’t all come back when the effect wares off
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teddybeartoji · 6 days
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Fem!Tooru is messy messy and gets sooo pink in the face and cums so hard when she tells you she’s gonna pee n instead of stopping, you just kiss her n tell her it’s okay to just let it all go while you’re fucking her 😞
Also begs you to piss on her cunt while you’re scissoring cause “‘s so nice n warm” ://///!!
FUSAIJDOHKJ3HFKFHKJGKAJEGFHKSEJFKJ3HFLSEKHFJAEHFKWHRIOH2QKJBDKDLQDHKQJHRHDKQJWDLKQHQH2KQ2FKJ3HFIU3HFKJ3BKFJQ3KJFBQ
YOU REALLY ARE FUCKING INSANE AND I WANT YOU SOOO BADDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCKKK SHE'S SO FUCKING CUUTEE AND SHE'S SOOOO FUCKING WHINEYY SHE'S TRYING TO PUSH YOU AWAYY BUT SHE'S JUST SOOO WEAK WHEN SHE'S LIKE THISS AND SHE GETS SOOOO FUCKING EMBARRASSED ABT THE PISS RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH TRIES TO HIDE HER PRETTY FACE AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FORCE HER TO LOOK AT YOUUU
AND OHMYFUCKING GODDDD OF I HEAR HER SAY " 'SO NICE N WARM".. I AM. EATING HER. CANNIBALISM STYLE. YOUUUU CAN'T DOOO THIS TOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUUUCKFUCKFUKKKKFUCK FUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
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bruhstation · 11 months
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You know what? fk it! *redraw my weird dream of your Ace, Thomas and Nia at the court*
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man I can't escape from this, I don't dream about it anymore, but I still remember the nonsense that Ace is talking about 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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white boy causes trouble in court. is immediately dragged outside to the back alley mid court session and pelted with pebbles by his two companions
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dracaelus · 2 months
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From The Uncanny X-men #200
This godamn issue, I swear to god- !!
I'm crying my fucking heart out. This was just too good. It broke my heart
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haoya · 11 months
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Haobin posing as Nick & Judy🦊🐰
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the-darklings · 2 years
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"Lady Dream." I KNOW DREAM WAS SCREAMING AND CRYING AND SHRIEKING ON THE INSIDE HIS WANDERER HIS STARDUST BEING LADY DREAM
shoutout to this mf for singlehandedly ending dream of the endless:
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quietwingsinthesky · 5 months
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i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.
#it wouldn’t have to change any of the actual plot of the season. except MAYBE amy’s choice but even then i think amy’s choice would be the#one episode where they should be adults. if only for the half where they live in a village in that dream.#because that’s the kind of future that children would dream up. they live in a little cottage and nothing ever goes wrong and their best#friend visits them all the time even though they’ve grown up.#they aren’t actually adults there just children with an idea of what they should be as adults and acting accordingly#and it would still end the same way.#but idk its just. rory’s 2000 years waiting for amy inside the pandorica is already tragic. yes.#now imagine its a kid. a kid in a little roman soldier helmet who will never grow up. who will not leave his best friend.#he loves her and she’s more important than the whole universe and that sort of love is supposed to MEAN something in a fairy tale!#its supposed to melt the ice out of hearts and transform people from stone.#and what that love means here. is that he will have to wait 2000 years. a child and a box.#little rory and the amelia who followed the doctor’s letters to the pandorica. and she doesn’t recognize him again.#and amelia in the pandorica… 2000 years a child trapped in a small box waiting to be rescued.#s5 is already fucked for them but it could be worse. it could be so much worse.#and it would make the doctor choosing to take her place in the pandorica to save the universe later even better.#because who else but the doctor would put the fate of the universe on the shoulders of two children and realize much too late what a#monstrous thing he’d done. and still have to hope. have to hope. that amelia would remember him fondly enough to bring him back to reality.#the logistics of all of this would have been a pain lmao. child labor laws in acting and all that.#BUT. hypothetically. it would have slapped.#doctor who#amy pond#rory williams#<- also this entire time ive been referring to him in my head as rory pond so much that i fuckin. forgot his actual last name.#and then like if you want them to be adults in s6 or whatever you can just timeskip to them getting married and still have amelia remember#the doctor there. it would work. it would.#amelia pond au
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ace-trainguys · 8 months
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Old Art October! Not sure when this one was, but pretty early. Featuring an oc taking the role of the Legends Arceus protag and Ingo.
I still haven't settled on a name for the oc, but I'm calling him Shawn currently. He's from a world like the real one in that pokemon games exist (and unlike the real one in that there are superpowers.) So when he got sent to Hisui he had vague pokemon knowledge, but not enough to identify Ingo.
Once Shawn completed the pokedex and caught Arceus, he was like hey can we get Ingo home? Because Shawn grew attached to Ingo (because he's starved for positive feedback and Ingo is generous with complements especially over battles). Arceus was like I shall send both of thee to the correct time period, and leave finding the proper place to thee. Let me know if or when thou wishes to return to Hisui.
Then, this comic!
Transcript below the cut.
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Shawn: Okay, so first we're...
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Shawn: ... actually first we should get modern clothes.
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Shawn: Okay!
Arrow pointing to Ingo: literally only got a new shirt
Arrows pointing to Shawn: kept the scarf (it's cold), graphic tee and jacket, backpack, jeans, pokemon world converse
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Shawn: So first we're going to google you (I don't know how common of a name Ingo is, but it's worth a shot)
Ingo: Ah, I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with "googling"
Shawn: (It could be called something different here)
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Shawn: It's a search engine, that you can use to find things on the Internet.
Ingo, offscreen: I see...
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Ingo: What is the "Internet"?
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Shawn, internally: What... IS the Internet???
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Shawn: It's like... a bunch of information that- that you can use computers to view??
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Shawn: I dunno how to explain it, it was such a basic background part of my life before Hisui that I never really thought about it...
Ingo: (cough) I see...
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Ingo: So our first stop is to "google" me on the "Internet" to see if there is information about myself on it?
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Shawn, internally: Ingo, that made you sound ancient... I can hear the air quotes...
Shawn, aloud: Yup! And if that doesn't work, we'll travel to find something you recognize!
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Shawn: Y'know, I bet if we go to every train station, we'll find where you're from.
Ingo: That is an excellent idea!
Shawn: So... full speed ahead?
Ingo: YES! ALLLL ABOAAARD!
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brabe · 2 years
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The Anatomy of the Bar Scene
the more i think about it, the more i’m leaning towards them being ex-something rather than them only ever having been on the cusp of it.
and the way hangman sets the scene has me in a fit. how it screams SCORNED LOVER from the top of the mountains.
the way he sees that rooster is here now at last, because of course he is—no one has ever believed in rooster more than hangman, that’s kind of the problem—and sneaks to the jukebox to select just the right soundtrack for his grand entrance. the song choice. the fact that he is so dramatic about it that he feels the need to announce his presence via song in the first place. an honest to god sex song. 'slow ride, take it easy. slow down, go down, got to get your lovin' one more time. hold me, roll me, slow ridin' woman you're so fine. i'm in the mood, the rhythm is right, move to the music, we can roll all night'. how he selects nr. 86 without a second of hesitation, muscle memory, like this song speaks of history between them, an echo of a long-standing inside joke recalling once-upon-a-time familiarity and intimacy.
rooster looks up before hangman even calls his name. he hears the opening riff, and already knows what’s about to go down, could do this song and dance with his eyes closed and his shoestrings tied up together.
now god help him, hangman is going to play this cool as a cucumber. you know when you have a chance encounter with your ex whom you are absolutely, 100%, no questions asked over (shut up, you are), and you are going to make it extremely loud and spectacularly clear how you are doing swimmingly, thanks for asking, and how they are sorely missing out.
thing is, rooster still looks like a fucking million bucks, all golden and glowing. heads turning like on a string as he struts in like he owns the place by birthright, like everything until now was just the supporting act to his one-man show, hawaiian print and aviators like limelights on a background of khaki. impossible to miss, impossible to look away from. like maybe he too carefully curated his stage entrance, fashionably late and effortlessly cool as can be.  
gain the home turf. the best defense is a good offense. one-up. one-up. one-up. 
thing is, hangman is just a man, after all, and a few beers deep to boot, and god help him, but he still looks at rooster like he wants to eat him alive, because he does, can’t imagine ever not wanting. lip bite.
like an apex predator establishing eye contact with its prey (who is who, though?), he prowls in, swipes bob’s cue stick, bends himself over the pool table, takes the shot blind looking up at rooster from underneath his eyelashes. the kicker is that he wasn’t even in the game. earlier when hangman left to order more beers phoenix said, ‘rack ‘em’ to bob as they started a new game. he just dive-bombs in, putting on his own little one-man show for his one-man audience.  
‘bradshaw, as i live and breathe.’ bradshaw, not rooster and definitely not bradley. distance. so here we are after all, after everything. ball in your court.
‘hangman, you look...good.’ rooster blatantly checks him out right back, always looking back, hasn’t even the decency to be subtle about it. tone lock, missile shot and landed. and hangman takes a split second to absorb the hit and recalibrate because rooster was supposed to take the bait for what it was, wasn’t supposed to be nice, how dare he? he has no right to say that, not anymore, by his own doing.  
‘well, i am good, rooster. i’m very good [bats his eyelashes]. in fact, i’m too good to be true.’ nailed it. or something. i like to think that hangman internally cringed at that final line, god that was cheesy, talk about acting so chill it circles right back to supremely unchill, transparent, chink in the armour.
rooster shakes his head, holds back a half grin, and looks over to phoenix like, ‘can you believe him?’ but it’s half exasperated and half, dare i say, fond. like, there he is, as insufferably and maddeningly wonderful as always. and phoenix knows enough, not everything, but about there being something to know in the first place. it’s been two minutes tops and now the whole detachment does as well. cue payback, ‘sooo...’
and let’s talk coyote and phoenix for a moment. their entire earlier interaction, but especially that little pointed, ‘hey, coyote.’ / ‘hey.’ how it screams of ‘we used to hang out because our best friends were dating, but the breakup was messy, and we loyally took to each side of the divorce. for the public record my best friend is totally in the right and yours a total asshole.’
thing is, the back and fort still flows between hangman and rooster too much like foreplay, like it doesn’t know how to be anything else. too close to slipping into jake and bradley’s territory for comfort. they were always so good at this.  
so hangman doubles down, and keeps figuratively shooting spitballs at the back of rooster’s head from the back of the classroom until he’s going to take the damn bait. drop the niceties and let the temper aflame. hangman got it down to an art after all. more peacocking, more bending over the pool table, more holding eye contact while slighting his leadership prowess and smiling condescendingly as he does so. BINGO.
and rooster does try, looks to the side like, ‘i know you. i know what you’re doing.’
but oh well, here goes nothing.  
rooster looks down, charges up. ‘hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.’ rooster looks back up and half the destructive force of this hit comes from his eyes, from his closed-off stare locked onto hangman, devoid of any lingering warmth now.  
trying and keeping up with you and all of your crazy, in the air, or otherwise, will drive a man insane. he would know.
coyote obviously hears it too. the look on his face is a whole picture. he looks seconds away from leaping over the pool table and making rooster regret all of his life’s choices that led him to this very moment. he’s saved by the bell by fanboy’s whooping that redirects coyote’s death glare momentarily. the camera pans to phoenix, who for all intents and purposes is on rooster’s side of the feud, and whose expression clearly reads, ‘well, fuck’. she doesn’t know the whole story, not like coyote does, rooster not one to kiss and tell. payback in the background obviously asking himself, again, whichever soap opera did he just walk into.
direct hit. hangman is frozen in place for a moment too long, his shark-like smirk brittle. it’s just his luck that his whole life has been one decades-long exercise in breaking down and building himself back up in the blink of an eye, blink-and-you'll-miss-it, like you’re supposed to. but bradley never looked away (until he did, at least), and it’s a daunting process he’s witnessed too many times. it never fails to be heartbreaking, seeing hangman emerge on the other side with a new shiny layer to his glamour.
there it is, hotheaded bradshaw, making it too damn easy to firmly put the gilded armour back into place. they were even better at this; shooting to kill, almost like their lives depended on it.
hangman short of barrels into phoenix on his way to deliver his own fatal blow, almost daring her to intervene in defense of her wingman.
hangman completes his prowl, the cutting edge of his smirk more lethal close range, closer than he’s been in years, ‘anyone who follows you is just gonna...run out of fuel,’ hangman looks down, charges up, locks him in his chilling stare, ‘but that’s just you, ain’t it, rooster? you’re snug on that perch. waiting for the right moment...that never comes.’
trying and waiting for you to catch up, to take the next step, to take that leap of faith, in the air, or otherwise, will be a man’s downfall. he would know. 
‘i love this song.’ a final acknowledgement of everything that was, a parting dare.
coyote looks as smug as he looked outraged before. he was there picking up the pieces in the destruction of the aftermath. his best friend surviving once more, albeit coming too close for comfort.
direct hit. and rooster just sits back and takes it. his whole demeanor changes and subdues. he knows that hangman got him there, and he walked right into that one, has nothing to say for himself. he has this strained fixed little smile, he is nodding along minutely like, 'so are you really going there...fair enough.’ he looks down at hangman's lips when he gets too close, closer than he’s been in years, because he’s just a man, and he still hasn’t ever wanted anyone more. he’s effectively stunned into silence. the fortifying little sigh he takes after hangman makes his exit and leaves him planted there like, 'shit. he went there alright. it's been years, why does it still hit bullseye?' (he knows why). that deflated, resigned, 'nope, sure hasn't' and then the 10-hour long stare watching him walk away.
how the turntables.
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gortash · 3 days
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ok i need more information on rook right this moment so i know if any of my ideas are going to be possible at all. bioware give me crumbs please
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arsenicflame · 1 year
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if youre not reading the shrike series by criswritesoccasionally yet i cannot recommend it enough- its izzy-centric, steddyhands, and the current part (part 3) is doing some Excellent stuff with izzy's backstory & establishing relationships with other pirates (anne bonny, sam bellamy, etc etc)
(heads up it can be pretty heavy at times but there is also a lot of comfort)
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