astraed:

          there  is  the  fluttering  of  dark  lashes  at  the  pointed  question,  this  stranger  obviously  seeking  answers  for  reasons  less  than  fortunate.  a  man  whose  own  existence  was  one  sprouted  in  the  underbelly  of  cities,  wandering  from  place  to  place,  one’s  bounty  and  returning  such  were  not  uncommon  practices.  yet,  a  specified  hunter  for  said  favors,  that  drew  not  just  his  curiosity  but  ire  as  well.  hand  remains  clenched  at  his  side,  suspicions  drawing  towards  the  sky.  

               ❛   i…  do  not  understand.  whom  is  it  you  are  searching  for?   ❜

@tigerstrype  ♡ ‘d  for  a  starter.

        OH, HE KNOWS A DEFENSIVE STANCE WHEN HE SEES ONE. That doesn’t stop him, though. Eyes narrow with the furrow of his brow, scrutinizing every part of this man’s expression. Spike’s learned how to read people from a very young age, but he can’t really work out anything from this guy outside of suspicion and hints of curiosity. Drawing back to his full height he heaves a sigh.

        “The leader of some freaky cult,” he responds. He knows Jet told him the name of the guy, but he’s having trouble remembering it. “Uhh--Val... something. Whatever. Anyway. Rumors of people being kidnapped and brainwashed. You haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary, I’m guessing.”

        Well, ordinary for some Martian city, at least.

hunger games trilogy || starters

feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .

❝  it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝  why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝  i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝  no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝  i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝  you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝  ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out.  ❞ ❝  here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝  i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝  i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝  stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝  you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝  you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝  my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝  for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝  destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝  here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝  they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝  you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝  well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝  you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝  i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝  because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝  you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝  if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝  what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝  i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝  where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝  i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝  the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝  hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝  a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝  kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝  i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝  imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝  i hate being so alone .❞ ❝  don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝  they will kill us .❞ ❝  you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝  please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝  at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝  aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝  some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝  whatever breaks you .❞ ❝  well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝  isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝  you are my life .❞ ❝  i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝  you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝  if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝  so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝  you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝  technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝  i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝  mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝  you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝  you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝  i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝  closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝  jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝  what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝  i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝  may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝  what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝  ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝  i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝  i knew you’d kiss me . ❞

I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

Christopher Poindexter (via quotemadness)

Are you lonely, Spike? Do you want a hug?

        “DON’T touch me. Do not. Don’t do it.”

Has ein licked you recently?

        “No. Don’t jinx it.”

astralord:

❛ oh hell no ! hell fucking NO, dude ! that’s MY guy ! ❜ with the intention of being irritating, he stands between the man & the wanted criminal. he pulls the man into a headlock & keeps him close; the other occupied with a blaster aimed directly at the rival bounty hunter. ❛ i picked him first !! i have no definite proof of that, but it’s my story & i’m sticking to it ! you know how long i’ve been tracking this guy ?! ❜

@tigerstrype liked.

        “You think I look like I care?”

        STILL, HE CAN’T REALLY ARGUE WITH THE FACT THIS GUY GOT TO THE bounty head first, so by all means he should be the one to turn him in and collect the reward. It’s not the first time he’s had a gun in his face, and if he got shot it wouldn’t be the first time for that either. Gaze moves from the firearm, to the other bounty hunter’s face, to the face of the bounty head struggling in the headlock, back to the other bounty hunter’s.

        “Fine, he’s yours.” It’s not really admitting defeat, but regardless, Spike doesn’t like it. “At least, if you can hold onto him long enough before the cops get here.”

furyeyed:

“ hm. “ 

comes the gruff note of annoyance as the bar exposes no clear sign of the man he has sought to slay, the man he dreams of gutting with every cover of glorious nightfall. his belts clang together as he paces towards the bar and pulls up a stool before the counter, the smoke filled room yet to sway him from his search. the place reeks of swear and booze, of smoke and blood. or is that him? he hasn’t washed in days, maybe stretching to a whole week and a half. the leather on his back hums of metallic intensity for all the blood its dyed in. 

“ beer. “ he tosses the change upon the counter and the barman eyes him with a warning glare, silently assuring him that should estinien try ought but quietly drink, he’d be in for a nasty end. but he’s not there to tussle with the locals, nor the stopping travellers or the bounty hunters which hang up their coats for a break from the road. he’s after one man, one specific gang leader whose head is worth his own life, if needs be. 

his elbow knocks the drink beside him, a glass tumbling and his quick reflexes are quick to seize the beverage before its contents spill entirely. so fast was that movement, it might have been a blur. he pushes the drink back towards its owner, eyes sharp yet not swollen with soft emotion or even readable thought. “ mind your cup, lest you wish to lap it from the carpet instead. “ he bites hard like a wild wolf, words like daggers and viciously sleek. the fault lies upon him surely however he savours no moment of weakness, for he could be watching, waiting for a moment of peace within which to finally strike and seize its final prey.  

@tigerstrype

        THE ONLY REASON SOMEONE WOULD BE AT A BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ESTABLISHMENT like this is if they were hunting someone, or if they were the one being hunted. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between the two. Not like it matters to him, because he’s just here for a drink since it’s cheap and no one bothers him. Most know to mind their own damn business in places like this, because almost everyone that stops by is going to have some kind of weapon on them.

        Even the barkeep, who Spike knows keeps a rifle beneath the bar in case things get too far out of hand.

        He’s in the middle of lighting another cigarette when whatever asshole that had sat beside him knocks his drink from the bar. Spike is fast when he snaps the Zippo closed, making to catch the glass all in the matter of a split second -- but the stranger is faster, and Spike’s glass is pushed back towards him with only half the amount of whiskey that had been in there prior. There’s no hiding his annoyance as he plucks the cigarette from his lips and picks up the glass.

        “Big talk for a guy that was two seconds away from paying for my drink.”

        The rest is knocked back easily. He flicks the smoldering end of his cigarette into the ashtray, then brings it back to his lips. The barkeep makes to refill his glass, but Spike waves his hand dismissively.

        “You greet everyone like that, or am I just special?” His tone is wry. The barkeep slides a cup of black coffee his way while Spike squashes out the cigarette on the bar then tosses it into the ashtray. “Bound to get your ass beat that way.”

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Fuck you. I’m still standing.

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macabrres replied to your post: “:3c”:

step on me big paw paw x3c

actually i changed my mind bye

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i love the kind of man who can kick my ass

“ of course, there’s nothing quite like a relationship built upon the beating of one’s backside, am i right? your tastes are rather questionable, you know. “

set your past on fire and leave

Belonging is the very best thing there is