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Hannigram + touching

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rcliicta​:

      she couldn’t help the smile that crept to her lips at his commentary — she was being a bit snarky about the cow. in defense though how much trouble could a small town like this really bring in // it certainly wasn’t racoon city. then again nothing could come close to compare in that hell.

               ❛  that doesn’t surprise me, cows are pretty cute. peggies … is that what you guys call those men in white shirts with the cross on their chest?  ❜     

    the ones from that church, just past ditches bunker // jill had scooped the place out not to long after she showed up. assessing threats and her general layout — taking mental notes of where avoid. that place was high on her list // guarded like a military base — it unsettled her. like weskier had.

               ❛  joseph seed … i’ve been hearing that name around town a lot. seed.  ❜     it was odd — different from idle town gossip. that word was whispered under people’s breaths // like the devil himself would show up if they weren’t quite enough.         ❛  who are the seeds … and if the half as much trouble I can go with you next time as a buffer.  ❜

‘ Yeah, those are PEGGIES.....some of them anyway. EDENS GATE crazies. They have a problem with understanding trespassing and y’know......the law in general apparently. ’

Staci couldn’t help the derisive snort that left him. The Deputy removing the hand from the bridge of his nose and letting it drop limping to his side. Hand falling clean from the bench in a dramatic arc. Knuckles momentarily  g r a z i n g  the cold floor of the Sheriff’s Office.  Sometimes he forgot how little outsiders knew. How little they understood about Hope County...about the SEED’S.

A long suffering sigh brought Staci Pratt upright. Legs SWINGING down from the bench, causing the horse head buckle on his belt to lightly clink against the buttons of tucked in shirt. 

‘ Listen. A free piece of advice for you....don’t get mixed up with JOSEPH SEED, okay? Hell, don’t get mixed with any of them. Sayin’ they’re bad news doesn’t quite cut it, so let me instead tell you that if you have a chance to keep clear of them, DO IT.  A ‘lotta folks in this town weren’t given that choice or privilege. So don’t go lookin’ for trouble. ’

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    honestly there were times when the medic regretting meeting jesse — letting him get so close. they were brief moments in her life // mostly when the cowboy did something that nearly got him killed. or pulled something like this, a small huff passes through her as she watched him disappear down the hall.  

    should he keep his teasing up, he would find himself at the wrong end of a clipboard … again. there was a split second where something crossed the medics mind. wondering just how the western man would react should she actually tell him. tease him back, direct him towards her bed or the couch.

    lips twitched at the thought // picturing the bright flush forming over his features. an airy laugh rose from her chest at the image, the flustered cowboy. it was almost enough to act upon.

               ❛   go where ever you please jesse, just say out of my spare room.  ❜          she had planned on using it for a makeshift lab // a place to work when she couldn’t sleep. make adjustments on her staff and valkyrie suit.          

‘ Well....now you gotta a fella plain CURIOUS. ’          Setting down the teetering tower of boxes in the designated area before any major shattering of personal effects or other such travesties could strike, McCree let out a soft  w h i s t l e  of accomplishment. Taking a spurred heel step back as he tucked the curved brim of the hat back a fraction with the poke of a thumb. Shifting it from were it had slipped forward upon wavy hair. Jesse letting his eyes dance curiously across the good Doctor’s bedroom for a moment.

He weren’t the type of man to snoop....but it weren’t snooping if it happened to be laid out for his eyes to catch now was it? ‘ I feel almost obliged to ask what you’re hidin’ in that spare room of yours.....got something you don’t want me to see, Doc? ’ 

The words were called over a flanneled shirted shoulder. McCree slow in his retreat back toward the door. Head eventually poking out from beyond the doorframe.  ‘ Will it make a fella blush, Miss Ziegler? ’

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WILL GRAHAM & HANNIBAL LECTER ⤷ hannibal ✗ 1x10 - ‘buffet froid’

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rcliicta​:

      pumpkin, it always took her by surprise when he called her such things. cheeks flushed briefly as the medic glanced elsewhere than the cowboy. favoring instead to watch as her dane nearly topples him in excitement. a new place and his favorite person how could he not be bouncing off the walls. angela would have to fix that at some point, maybe a run would get that energy out.

               ❛ oh the back room on the le–  ❜      words trailed off upon realizing his wording. me. not the boxes. cheeks flushed a darker red, a deep breath leaving her as she motioned to the boxes in his hand.          ❛  boxes can go on the floor.  ❜  

      they were the last in the truck anyhow, now all that was left was unpacking. which could wait for the moment, the heat from her cheeks slowly faded, the overly large dog smelling around the new area before moving to flop down on the couch.        

‘ Yes, ma’am. ’  The smile didn’t leave Jesse’s lips as he walked backward for a few paces. Void of Blackwatch combat uniform or indeed his infamous western attire, the man’s shoulders and arms looked almost too bare, despite the t-shirt and flannel that covered them. Sleeves rolled to the elbow. The curved brim of the cowboy hat still steadfast and resolute upon wavy hair however. 

‘ Boxes on the floor in the back room to the left. Got it.’ Turning to face the right way, McCree headed to the door in question. The small horse of a dog padding past him on it’s way to the couch. ‘ However, that still don’t answer where you want me, Doc. ’

A wicked smile is flashed back to the blonde medic from beneath an angled hat before Jesse disappears hastily with the armful of boxes beyond the safety of the doorframe. Retreating before any projectiles could meet with his head.  

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               ❛  yeah hudson left shortly after you did, something about a traffic jam.  ❜

      honestly, she wasn’t listening fully when the call came in, she had just stopped by on her way home to see how they were doing. give the young deputy something to eat, a break from the slow sleepy little town. jill had to admit though, seeing him in such a state had her curious as to what was so bad about these seed people she kept hearing whispers about.

               ❛  what happened, cow got out of the fence?  ❜    

‘ As much as I acknowledge and i’m offended by your obvious superiority complex and snarky country bumpkin remark..... I wish it had been a cow. A cow would have been a nice reprieve. I like cows. ’

A grimace overtook the young Deputy’s features as pain already throbbing in a temple stung sharply all the harder as he proceeded to drop his head with a little too much force back onto the bench. Hand raising to pinch at the bridge of a nose. He was going to kill Hudson for dipping on him for a damned traffic jam. Probably Sharky....it was always fucking Sharky.

‘ But no. Some of the Peggies had decided to step onto Rae Rae’s land again....John’s men. Next time I’m just going to fucking let them get shot. It would be worth it simply to not have to spend an afternoon in the company of Joseph Seed’s crazy eyes. ’

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      if he was being completely honest with himself, he knew this was going to happen. john had nearly bought up every place in falls end, his little bar couldn’t be much different. despite not being in falls end, he was still with in john’s area – at least his bar was. lips curved into a welcoming smile the door opened, thankfully clint had remembered to charge his hearing aid – otherwise this conversation would have been a bit one-sided.

               ❛  john welcome, so glad you could make it. i know this really isn’t your kind of place, but i did shut it down for the day just to chat with you about it.  ❜      tapping the bar before him clint gave a soft chuckle, more than ready to get down to business.

               ❛  so straight to business, i get you want to buy the place, got your messages on that. thanks for calling the bar not my house, but that being said i won’t sell her cheap and as for the threats on the machine … my life is already a living hell with ptsd, your gonna have to try harder than bankruptcy.  ❜  

The man was right about one thing.....the bar was indeed, a little too backwater for John’s own tastes. A notion that perhaps a select few would find amusing, given the impoverish water the lawyer’s roots had once drank from. But the rundown streets of Georgia were long since gone from him. Figuratively and otherwise. Torn from him and this earth like a parasite. A neighbourhood as despised, and now as dead, as his father. Both of his fathers. 

Places like this still sent a keen flutter of revulsion throughout John Seed’s veins. The scent of cheap liquor itched at a straight nose. Yet sharp eyes that always saw too much, gave nothing away as they dance in what appeared to be a rather convincing portrayal of positive appraisal around the space. Everything a well practiced routine, a waltz perfected by the courtroom that had once been his ballroom. Shoes that probably cost more than Clint Barton’s yearly earnings resounding on scratched hard wood floors. Creaking underfoot in a way that spoke too readily of the places age. 

‘ Not at all. I’m only grateful we could have the opportunity to talk this over with civility. Your establishment is well admired and we’re both reasonable men. ’  The smile is almost too perfect. White and charming in a way a pedigree show dog’s is before a wayward hand gets too close. Tattooed fingers gesturing to their surroundings in a light wave. Closed sunglass tucked in the unbuttoned collar of a shirt. ‘ However I promise you, nothing I relayed to you on the message was in anyway a threat. Simply facts I thought only right you be made aware of, Mr Barton. ’ 

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mistletoe edition

send one (or more) symbol for a mistletoe kiss situation

💘 : your muse finds my muse under a mistletoe

👀 : my muse finds your muse under a mistletoe

❗ : your muse ambushes my muse under a mistletoe 

❕ : my muse ambushes your muse under a mistletoe 

🌿 : your muse places a mistletoe above my muse’s head

😍 : my muse places a mistletoe above your muse’s head

💋 : your muse kisses my muse under a mistletoe without a warning

💏 : my muse kisses your muse under a mistletoe without a warning

❣️ : our muses find themselves under a mistletoe by coincidence 

💕 : your muse mentions that they want to be kissed under a mistletoe

💗 : my muse mentions that they want to be kissed under a mistletoe

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs in Altered Carbon

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tiberiusmadhouse​:

“Don’t know what you mean, Jack.’

     His fingers didn’t curl into fists, but there was a brief tensing to them at the slight to his mother. That was a low blow, and he’d been expecting it. .But his mother, Sarah Rogers? She was a saint, anyone could have told this tired soldier that. He was trying to get a rise out of Steve, so he swallowed back the tirade that so readily leapt to his lips. The way he kept calling him son, it was amusing as if Steve didn’t use that same gambit. At least when he did it, the pretty face he had only added insult to injury, unlike Jack who looked as if he belonged in an easy chair with a football game playing in the background. 

“The rest of the world knows what it needs to.’ A shrug at that, expression bordering on bored. The looming thing was only a nuisance because he wasn’t actually blocking any light. The better part of his life was spent being loomed over by aggressive men who wanted to take a chunk out of him. This was nothing new. “I don’t think they do…’ 

     A long pause then, brow furrowing as if he were thinking very hard before clearing with an aw shucks smile. It was a little funny how fast the kid gloves had come off. This type of interrogation suited him better though, watching as he dragged the chair over, the noise grating but not so much as the over handedness of the maneuver.

“But y’know, I don’t know all of theirs either so I feel like it evens out in the end.’ A soft pitying look, an implication that Jack might not understand that. And then his expression shifted to a look of realization. “Oh? Oh! Are you going to drop a building on me, Jack? I’m pretty sure I could survive it, but it’d definitely hurt.’

‘ I’ll bet you don’t. And I’m sure you’re real good at keeping secrets. ‘Cause a boy who’s daddy’s fist swung fast and hit hard when the bottle took him doesn’t fear anyone....not even god himself. ’ Jack’s hands remained clasped and curled around the metal frame of the chair. The Strike Commander not entirely trusting himself to let go...lest he be tempted to pick the damned thing up and clock the smug restrained little bastard across the face with it.

The voiceless threat of earning one of Amari’s scoldings the only thing keeping his tone at a level that wasn’t an echoing din through a multiple floors   

‘ In response to your question however, no....I wouldn’t waste the architecture. Too much of a tough guy for me, kiddo. You got me there. ’

Another grating  s c r e e c h  and the chair was pulled back far enough for Morrison to slide into. The metal creaking under the man’s weight as he sat back against it. One hand reaching out to  pull the datapad close. A few precise swipes and taps pulling up a file. A black and white picture of a brunette in military dress popping onto the screen, another of the same man beside it, only this one was in color. Cleary taken barely a few hours ago. The man’s hair much longer as he sat strapped in a chair similar to Rogers himself...a reflective prosthetic in place of a left arm. ‘ Sergeant James Barnes however...now there’s a guy with a wrap sheet even longer than yours.’

There’s a calculated pause as Jack lifts the device up, sliding through documents and reports. Scrolling and scanning lightly. Unbothered to attempt to hide the obvious coercion at hand. ‘ Codename Winter Soldier, longest serving POW turned assassin and a known terrorist. Now, we’ve got a nice deep hole we can store Sergeant Barnes in....so deep the Devil himself wouldn’t be able to shit on him. So I guess one of you may yet find themselves beneath a building, huh.’

Letting a smile paint and pull at his own lip’s lightly, it was pettiness that had him force his expression into a mimicry of the simpering one that had been offered to him moments before. The datapad dropped onto the tabletop with a thud that seemed to be far louder than it was. ‘ Then again I guess it isn’t the first time he’s taken a fall for you, literally and figuratively. ’

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rcliicta​:

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               ❛  really i can’t stress it enough, i know you probably have better things to do on a saturday.  ❜      lips turned into a gentle smile as she watched the cowboy saunter though the door with a box. at least he was decent company when moving instead of the moving company, and well harvey liked him to say the least. which was a relief, the great dane wasn’t always the friendliest when it came to new people.

               ❛  after harvey decided the last moving guys looked like a chew toy i can’t really risk hiring another company. thank you.  ❜  

‘ Not at all, Pumpkin. Ain’t like Reyes needs me this weekend...you’re looking a free man. ’ Pushing the door open with a foot, McCree sidled into the apartment with a small grunt. A tower of cardboard boxes balanced in his hands as a large dog bounded past. The tower wobbling precariously as Jesse’s balance was thrown for the briefest moment by the Dane’s eagerness, momentary panic in brown eyes before the boxes settled back into place. A proud huff leaving the cowboy, chest puffed slightly as he glanced to the doctor.  Smile pulling up one corner of the man’s mouth.

‘ So....where do you want me, Doc? ’

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      jill had seen her fair share of frantic men on the battlefield, scared of dying. of what they might be facing. hell with s.ta.r.s there was no clue what one would be going up against. but this … this was a police station. what was the worst thing the deputy could see, miss placed evidence.

               ❛  deputy pratt.  ❜      she mused softly with a brow raised, watching the dark-haired male.               ❛  you seem a bit … frantic. anything you want to talk about.  ❜  

Jerking his head off of the waiting room bench at the woman’s voice, Staci lifted the pack of ice from off of his brow. Immediately regretting it as his head gave a painful throb at the movement. Irritation and stress etched into the Deputy’s expressions as he looked over at Jill with a light scowl forming.

‘ Yeah, actually. D’you happen to know where Hudson is? Because if you do, you can tell her from me that she’s pulling my night shift for the next two weeks since I had to attend to fucking Seed Ranch call by myself. ’

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What a real bi-experience this game has been.

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rcliicta​:

      so stubborn they all were, so hell bent on their ways. having forget the judgement of the lord, having placed their faith on the back burner for what. technology, instagram, facebook. lies. vibrant blue eyes stayed locked with the deputy, assessing him. he could send the male to john — having repent for his ways. have him confess to the baptist. sins inked into his flesh and removed. like the others his younger brother helped.

      of course, jacob would also be a help, break that defying spirit the deputy had. he would need to discuss it with his family before continuing — perhaps over dinner. gaze shifting towards the chosen, firmly grasping the deputy in his place. jerking him about at each movement made against them, they would not help him hurt the father. try as they might no one in hope county had even come close to hurting him.

               ❛  there is no need to be rough with him, deputy pratt will come around, as the others before him have.  ❜      his words are light, soft as if he is still standing before them giving his word. lips turning into a welcoming smile as he gazed back down to the deputy.                ❛  a bit of time in the bliss might ease his mind, while me and my family discuss over dinner where to place him. the reaping is upon us my children, we all must play our parts even you deputy pratt. as heroic as you may think your role to be … you have not seen the full picture.  ❜  

Teeth grit, jaw twitching as hands force and manhandle and grapple. The Chosen pulling at his arms, forcing him in place and keeping him from outright lunging at crazed cult leader, nails digging spitefully into Staci’s skin as they wrenched him back with every sharp tug. Staci could feel the small crescents being carved into his biceps, no doubt blood pooling at each minute injury as the skin split.

It took everything not to spit another round of crimsoned saliva at the smug and smiling face of Joseph Seed.  Anger and fear rising in equal measure at the unsettling image. Staci feeling the dried, caked blood and mud on his face crack  as his own expression shifted into a snarl. The echoes of Hudson screaming as she was torn out of the burning, twisted remains of the helicopter....the smell of leaking gasoline.....the cheer of the fucking Peggies...fire glinting off of Joseph’s lenses.....everything swirling around like phantoms in his head. 

The mentions of Bliss however snapped him back to the present,  the almost feral expression faltering slightly on the Deputies face. A look of subtle panic hidden in the corners of brown eyes now flitting openly across bruised features as he was almost immediately dragged backward. Away from the self proclaimed man of god. The smaller man pulled further away, closer to the water’s edge that shimmered oddly. Clouded beneath moonlight with an odd blue hue. Staci’s heels digging in as he fought violently against the Chosen’s grip. ‘ Get the fuck off of me! Seed-...you crazy bastard! Your fucking drugs won’t change a damned thing! Get the fuck away from me! ’

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a starter for the Dimitrescu daughters ( @tiberiusmadhouse )

‘ GIRLS! ’  The snarled bark echoed. Bouncing from rusted metals and twisted steel that began to subtly shiver and vibrate in such a way that had little to do with the voice and everything to do with the one wielding it. Irritation flaring so violently it took restraint to stay a hand that itched to reach an grasp for a wrench. To physically hurl it toward the black shrouded gaggle of incessantly cackling. 

                  It wouldn’t hurt them...MUCH. 

They would likely disperse. Fan out into that...hideous flurry of moths or wasps or gnats or...whatever the hell they were made up off. But the prospect of dealing with the tall bitch’s screeching and by proxy, Miranda’s nose being shoved into every crevice of his business as a demeaning punishment...ah-...no, today the price wasn’t worth the momentary release. 

So instead teeth gnashed down on the end of a cigar, Heisenberg grinding it between canines and molars. A narrowing of a grey gaze, hidden behind dark lenses and the shadow of a brimmed hat. The room still trembling. A show of the fourth Lord’s simmering temper beneath the casual stance.

 ‘ Now, I’m gonna...take a guess that you’re here to deliver a message, so deliver it. After all, I’m a busy man....and it would be a shame for it to get drafty in here. ’