#implsvly

[heartsbreaking]

@implsvly sent how long have i known you?

"ages," alice sighed, leaning her elbow on the door of travis' car. hiding things from her friends was something alice consistently dabbled in even when she didn't entirely mean to. she was good at oversharing when things were easy and undersharing when it came to things getting tougher. she turned her attention from her friend in the driver's seat to the road passing by outside the window.

she sat in silence for a few moments, shifting again to pick at a piece of string hanging off the frayed edge of her jacket. "you've known me long enough to know when i'm feeding you bullshit." she didn't like being called out on it, but she supposed she appreciated it that he didn't let her get very far with it. "i'm sorry. force of habit. you know."

[cannibyl]

@implsvly sent: i think i’ve seen you around before .

THE JUKEBOX PLAYS A HAUNTING country tune  in  the  background,  punctuated  by  the  occasional  clinking  of  glasses  and  muffled  conversations—the  volume  lower  than  it  had  been  only  a  few  minutes  ago  after  a  fight  had  broken  out  between  him  and  some  drunken  fellow.  The  owner  of  the�� bar  had  gotten  the  latter  kicked  out regardless of who was responsible for starting it,  as  Johnny  had  built  up  some  form  of  respect  from  the  owner  by  dealing  with  a  few  problematic  customers  for  him  in  the  past.  It  was  safe  to  say  they  had  some  sort  of  understanding  now,  though  he  had  received  a  warning  a  few  times  before  too for unfavorable behavior. He is allowed some leniency, but not outright invincibility.

Johnny  stands  at  the  bar,  wiping  the  blood  from  his  knuckles  after  the  recent  scuffle.  The  pain  is  nothing,  mild  in  comparison  to  the  previous deep  cuts  and  stab  wounds  that  left  a  hefty  number  of  scars  along  his  body, some raised and whitened, others still red and angry from being fresh.  As  he  finishes  off  his  drink  with  one  final  swig,  he  notices  a  figure  approaching  from  the  corner  of  his  eye.  Thus,  his  gaze  cuts  to  the  side  to  land  on  an  unfamiliar  male.  Tall,  strong,  displaying  a  build  somewhat similar  to  his  own.  Cocky  as  ever,  Johnny’s  first  thought  is  that  he  could  take  him.  It’s  fun  to  toy  with  the  ones  who  are  weaker  than  him,  but  he  enjoys  a  challenge  too  if  he’s  looking  to  pick  a  fight. 

The  statement  from  the  stranger  lingers  in  the  air  for  a  moment  before  Johnny  answers.  He  can’t  tell  if  it’s  a  threat  or  not  ;  if  he  recognizes  him  from  the  streets  or  from  something  more  sinister.  Drayton  always  did  call  him  careless,  claiming  he  was  gonna  get  the  family  into  a  whole  lot  of  trouble  one  day.  ❝ Y'know, that don't surprise me none. You might’a  seen  me  workin’  up  at  the  gas  station, ❞ he  answers  easily in his usual gravelly tone, his  body  angling  away  from  the  bar  to  face  the other.  Dark eyes lock onto bright blues, attempting to read his face and body language. Whoever he is, he doesn't appear to be immediately hostile. Or maybe he's looking to finish what the other man couldn't. ❝ It’s  a  small  town, but I sure as shit don't recognize you. What's it to ya anyway? ❞

[abyssurvived]

IMPLSVLY: [ standing over a body ] " oops. " from HERE ( accepting! )

         blend will say to herself later on that considering it all, she reacted fairly calmly—- if by grabbing @implsvly and attempting to drag him from the crime scene ( naturally failing when she finds herself skidding back in the gore ) is anything close to calm. blend finds herself warring between the two halves of herself; the side that looks into this very shit, that knows with each beat of her racing heart that every second spent standing over the corpse ( god—-- with what’s left, can it even be considered a corpse anymore? ) is another knot in the hangman’s rope around their throats. the other part of her, the part buried deep that makes her scars pulse, can’t help but consider ( despite knowing through and through who travis truly is ), what would be left of travis had his claws and fangs not made quick work of the supernatural now laying in pieces at their very feet. 

       it’s thanks to years and years of instinct that blend swallows her rising gorge, that she even remains upright at all despite the burning stink of blood sinking into her, grip shifting from the chimera’s shirt to his arm in hopes this time he’ll follow ( even if it’s just out of the ichor, anything that lessens the evidence of them ever being here is enough ), ❛ —-I’ll scream at y’later for being’ so fuckin’ chicken-shit stupid, for now—, ❜ solid smack! is given to the back of his head, ❛ —-don’t you dare get blood in my car. ❜

[metalsiren-a]

❛  i'm not done with you yet.  ❜

                               ——  ✞ ;  THEIR  PASSION  IS  NOTHING  IF  NOT  FERAL,  a  primal  ache  that  eminates  between  the  two  of  them  whenever  they  come  together.  aggression  runs  through  travis'  veins,  blood  set  ablaze  by  fury,  and  sawyer  seems  to  only  fuel  that  flame,  matching  him  in  kind  with  every  kiss,  every  thrust  of  his  hips  until  flesh  is  a  canvas  of  bite-marks  and  bruises.  with  lips  swollen  and  kiss-bitten,  they  welcome  his  at  every  opportunity,  parting  for  tongue  and  teeth  should  he  so  desire.  there's  danger  in  everything  they  do  (  her  heart  fully  out  in  the  open  )  and  sawyer  knows  he  can  break  her  phsycially  and  emotionally  without  a  second  thought  if  he  chooses;  but  he  doesn't,  at  least  not  fully.  they're  turbulant,  with  ebbs  and  flows  of  tranquility  that  sawyer  will  give  anything  to  keep. 

                               gasping  breaths  fill  her  lungs  with  each  inhale,  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  as  the  warmth  of  him  refuses  to  leave  her.  full  of  him,  the  weight  of  his  body  shielding  her  from  the  rest  of  the  world,  she  doesn't  move;  even  if  she  there's  the  slight  possibility  she  even  can,  she  doesn't  want  to.  jaw  suddenly  extends,  opening  wide  as  her  brows  furrow,  his  fangs  sinking  deep  into  the  curve  of  her  shoulder  causing  a  what  starts  as  a  silent  cry  descend  into  a  raspy  moan  as  her  own  nails  dig  into  his  shoulder  blade.  one  leg  hitches  up  higher  against  his  side,  as  if  trying  to  draw  it  closer  to  her  own  stomach;  a  result  of  the  shooting  pain  that  runs  up  her  neck.  but  then  his  hips  give  her  one  swift  thrust  and  she  realizes  she's  been  dozing  off  before  this  point;  the  result  of  him  already  having  his  fill of  her  twice  over.  he  wants  her  attention.

                               before  she  can  turn  her  head  to  offer  a  scowl,  travis'  face  is  hovering  over  her  own.  sawyer's  annoyance  subsides  some,  eyes  finding  his  and  seeing  that  unending  hunger  he  seems  to  have  for  her  and  only  her.  that  hunger  bleeds  through  his  tone  as  he  speaks,  low  and  impatient.

❛  i'm  not  done  with  you  yet.  ❜ 

                                                                                         that  much  is  clear.

                               sawyer  tilts  her  chin  down  some,  though  her  eyes  don't  leave  his  as  her  brows  lift  slightly,  giving  the  illusion  of  a  doe-like  innocence,  ❛  will  you  ever  be?  ❜  she  prays  the  answer  is  never. 

a nsfw meme i can't find! // @implsvly + not accepting.

[metalsiren-a]

travis + sawyer // @implsvly

Lovelace (2013), dir. Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman

[frayededges-archived]

@implsvly sent ❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

normally, she wouldn't accept eggs as a food. she usually smothered them in salt, pepper, chili flakes and hot sauce. she didn't exactly het to be picky when she'd fallen asleep on his couch after their work out session and hadn't woken up until slater wanting to be fed woke her up. by then it was early morning. she'd already accidentally stayed over, so she tried to go back to sleep, but that didn't last long. alice had wandered into the kitchen when travis was making himself breakfast, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. she appreciated that he was willing to make a second omelet for her despite the imposition. "thanks, travis," she smiled over at him from across the kitchen. "sorry for crashing on your couch, it was a long day yesterday."

[pistolsister]

@implsvly sent you poor thing. from here! ( accepting! )

            there's blood ( for once not belonging to her own ) currently staining the pale of her calves and the red of her westerns even darker, pistol rattles in sweat slick grip, outlaw digging & digging into her gut in a veiled attempt to find the same courage that keeps her legs from trembling the moment she enters a bank or gas station, that kept her head straight & unbothered as mother superior pulled cigarette out of cigarette out from her bible, but akin to the very gun that near slips out of her grip, every attempt to pull that courage is lost. outlaw isn’t foolish, knows that things go bump in the night ( she’s had too many night drives between corn fields and endless woods to stay naive ), but that’s not to say that it doesn’t send her pulse hammering through her chest to be confronted by it. 

          swallow is dry and loud in the sudden still of the night, the crickets having ceased chirping the moment travis became— this. hand previously grasping at her chest, as if quelling her heart from beating right out of her ribcage, slapping over the other currently grasping the pistol like a lifeline—- the trusty mortar nearly vibrating out of her hands with the constant tremors that wrack her; there’s few & far between that properly scares the outlaw, and whilst she’d never claim to be an exorcist, she’d take a demon over this, ❛ —-w’wha— what are you? ❜

[bludsiren]

@implsvly liked for a starter

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖. constantly surrounded by her guards and other employees, delmaroe had to get creative in order to allow herself the freedom of her natural form. of course it wasn't all that hard, some extra pheromones and a couple sweet smiles usually had them willing to stay behind, and that's exactly what she had done tonight.

this deep in the wilderness she hadn't expected to see anyone else. especially someone that had a humanoid appearance. she had heard the footsteps when she had come up from beneath the surface of the lake, felt that beautiful little tingle the mother had gifted her with to recognize her children. those who weren't exactly human. keeping just her eyes out of the water, she stared in the direction of the noise, watching curiously as coyote emerged from the trees. no way it was simply a coyote. the mother's gifts were never wrong, and the tingle was most certainly there. she began to dip under the surface again when she witnessed the shift, watched as the creatures bones bent and snapped, the fur disappearing, until all that was left was a humanoid man. shapeshifter.

❝ are you lost, pup ? ❞ she called out as she lifted her head all the way out of the water, keeping her white eyes trained on him as she drifted closer to the edge of the lake.

[grihm-a]

𝕭𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖔

[lupaeusmoved]

objectively the dumbest shit emma has ever texted people : a series

@implsvly // @razorfst // @reb3lcrew // @thwolvss

[metalsiren-a]

omg it's only fitting that travis gets to break in her new icons. <3 that's her mans right here. the love of her life. her problematic fave. lmfao.

ARE YOU SAWYER'S TYPE?

[frayededges-archived]

@implsvly sent ❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

"no," alice brought a stack of dishes over to the sink and set it on the counter. "i gently tossed you a fork with the knowledge that you would catch it, and the assurance you wouldn't actually get hurt if i did a shitty job tossing it." she began rinsing the dishes she'd brought over, nudging him gently with her elbow. "you're fine, trav. don't get your ego bruised just because you forgot a couple forks out there." she was teasing of course, it was just something stupid to keep prodding him about.

[pistolsister]

@implsvly sent " that looks like a you problem. " from here! ( accepting! )

            jaw is near clenched, teeth practically grinding as ichor stained digits tug crimson stained denim, angry snarl escaping her alongside the whispered ❛ —-damn. ❜ they were her favourite jeans! a weary sigh as if outlaw’s spent her time long & overdue on this spinning planet presses out of her as she rises, surveying the damage on her bumper ( at least one of them survived ), another sigh hissing through pursed lips as teeth begin to chew on chapped lip—- it’s not the jeans or even the blood that she cares about or even concerns her, it’s the evidence; how often do you see a mask & pistol toting robber with a My Little Pony bandaid slapped over their calf, or how often have criminals been caught because of some unseen evidence left at the scene? it’s just what she needs. 

            clenching hands settle on cocked hips as pools of grey sky flicker over the ebbing wound, supposes spending a day or two tucked into whatever motel she happens upon with enough ice cream to send a lactose intolerant into a coma doesn’t sound terrible ( at least it’ll beat current company ), ❛ —-listen. just shut the fuck up will ya? ❜ half turn on western donned heel, pained hiss escaping at the weight that settles on throbbing wound ( a limping, mask & toting robber with a My Little Pony bandaid slapped over their calf now no less ), before outlaw spins ( gently ) back, injured leg propping on the burning grill of the motor, ❛ —-less you happen to be useful; you got a bandaid? ❜

[lupaeusmoved]

i think this might be the most foul thing she's ever said 💀 @implsvly

[lupaeusmoved]

@implsvly

"Your boyfriend is evil!" "Your boyfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, he's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

[ghstfacr]

" red looks good on you. "

blood blood gallons of the stuff .

⸺  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   ,   feathering   throughout   her   tiny   form   as   travis'   hands   make   contact   with   her   swollen   jaw   and   mangled   shoulder   .   she   wants   to   SLEEP   ,   more   than   anything   (  . . .  )   the   world   is   too   bright   ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖   𝚝𝚘   𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝   .   ❝   t h a n k s   ,   i   guess   (  . . .  )   what  happened   ?   i   thought   i   had   the   thing   ,   how   did   i   -   why   am   i   on   the   ground   ?   travis   , what is going on ?   ι'м   ѕσ   тιяє∂   (  . . .  )   ❞