#untodeath

[rescuefield]

you've pulled me out of some dark holes. / from Chris

"you'd do the same for me," automatic, always loyal to that one shred of family left. would go to the end of the world for her brother - did so over and over at the expense of her physical and mental health. claire knows better than to say that last part out loud, last she wants is for chris to feel even worse than he already does. "what matters now is that we're together."

more like alive and somewhat well, the ongoing silent prayer in her head worked better than expected - this never ending search finally coming to its final moments. "i didn't think leon could find you," an admission that lets out more her concern on her brother's well being than the former rookie cop's skills, still claire can't help but feel a little sting at her pride for not being able to find him on her own. a brief pause, gaze set on dirty hands. "ugh, kathy won't let us in looking like this."

[auco]

❝ this must be what it feels like to have a good time. ❞

｛ ✧ : MINI STARTER. / @hatefueled

[sangelune]

i work better on my own. / @untodeath

   the  words  have  soap  stop  dead  in  his  tracks,  the  smile  he  once  held  faltering  and  completely  falling  from  his  face.  it  was  off  the  cuff  -  and  it  struck  him  a  little  harder  than  he'd  wanted  it  to.  it  was hard  to  go  outside  the  141  -  and  piers  just  hit  the  nail  right  on  the  head  as  to why.  it  was  also  why  he  appreciated his  squad  as  much  as  he  did.  his  brows  furrow.  damn.  they  had  to  separate  him  from  them.  didn't  everyone  know  by  now?  no  one  really likes  soap.  aside  from  price,  ghost  and  gaz.  the  exceptions  to  the  rule. 

  am  i  really  that  bad?  do  they  just  tolerate  me  too? 

   he  doesn't  want  to  think  about  it.  it  eats  at  his  insecurities  -  and  he  shouldn't  be  showing  that  off  to  just  anyone.  someone  new  shouldn't  be  able  to  pick  that  apart  that  easily.  then  again  -  insecurities  are  funny  like  that.  always  coming  up  at  the  most  inopportune  times. 

  chin  up,  yer  a  soldier  for  fucks  sake. 

   "tha'  bad  of  an  impression  already?  shite."  he  puts  his  hands  up  in  mock  surrender,  a  smile  settling  upon  his  lips  that  does  not  reach  his  eyes.  "if  ye  really  were  tha'  good  on  yer  own,  why'd  i  get  assigned  tae  ye  then?  wanna  explain  tha'  one,  mister  lone  wolf?"  he  lowers  his  hands  and  leans  himself  forward,  letting  his  lips  curve  into  a  self  assured  grin. 

   "thinkin'  ye  might  wanna  revisit  yer  superiors  if  ye  think  yer  tha'  good,  aye?  fer  now  -  this?  it's  an  us  op.  so  -  we're  workin'  together.  copy?"  he  tries  his  hardest  at  the  end  to  channel ghost,  standing  himself  up  and  wiping  the  grin  off  his  face,  slipping  his  thumbs  under  his  vest,  reaffixing  it. yeah.  tha's  better.  like  lt  does  it,  yeah?  yeah.

[redemn]

he’s  not  quite  leaned  up  against  the  tree  that  he  and  john  are  sitting  under  ,      some  good  mile  or  two  out  from  camp  ,      but  he’s  next  to  john  regardless  ,      still  grinning  over  that  mental  image  he  has  of  the  big  gods  of  their  little  troupe  all  piling  on  john  for  one  of  the  smartest  things  arthur  think  he’s  ever  heard  him  say  .      it  definitely  seemed  the  same  for  everyone  else  .      the kid's  brave  ,      saying  it  to  dutch’s  face  like  that  ,      but  even  hosea  had  double-taken  and  gotten  up  at  that  .

❝        come  on  ,      marston  !        ❞        arthur  laughs  ,      when  the  kid  grumbles  a  fifth  time  at  his  calls  for  peace  .        ❝        it’s  the  gettin’  away  ‘at’s  the  easiest  part  !      what’re  they  gonna  do  ,      come  after  us  ?      they’re  too  busy  with  their  plannin’  they’re  gonna  be  nothin’  but  happy  we  ain’t  there  to  bother  ‘em  .        ❞

@untodeath  .      ❝  easy  for  you  to  say  .      i’m  the  one  getting  beat  up  .    ❞      from  John

❝        gotta  admit  ,      you  were  pretty  dumb  .        ❞        just  to  wedge  a  cherry  on  top  of  his  already  vexing  antics  ,      arthur  reaches  over  to  the  younger  boy  sitting  beside  him  and  ruffles  his  hair  .        ❝        what’d’ju  think  was  gonna  happen  speakin’  back  to  dutch  like  that  ?      and  in  front’a  miss  grimshaw  ?        ❞        he  laughs  ,      a  genuine  sound  that  devolves  into  a  little  fit  of  giggles  .      he’s  tickled  to  death  by  the  whole  thing  .      of  course  he’d  had  to  take  the  kid  out  of  there  before  one  of  them  really  did  toss  him  into  the  fire  .

he  leans  over  his  crossed  legs  ,      elbows  propped  on  his  knees  .        ❝        you  know  ,      i  weren’t  the  perfect  kid  either  .      i  made  my  fair  share’a  smartass  remarks  .      but  i  lived  .        ❞        he  sighs  ,      looking  out  into  the  plains  .        ❝        you’ll  live  too  .      unfortunately  for  me  .      i’m  the  one  gotta  put  up  with  you  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    asked by @untodeath ( wyll) :       " the scales of justice tip in favour of the wealthy . "    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

man scoffs in response , but in agreement rather than ignorance . will knew all too well what the sting of social circles felt like . his entire life had been a testament to this fact . the need for wealth simply to stay alive was far more pressing than any need his forbidden love could ever consider , william far from immune to the implications that his status would mean he didn't stand a chance . he'd witnessed the unfairness of the justice system , taking from those who can ill afford to loose their treasures while big cats and lords flaunt the rules with coins and promises . it boiled his blood , which is why he often refused to consider it . " and yet , there's little to be done about it . two men can hardly change an entire system , can they ? best not to dwell on it . "

[silvertonguesilverdollar]

@untodeath - starter for young John

Golden hair blows in the wind. Birds chirping. Dutch and Arthur mucking about in the lake besides their camp. Their laughter bringing a smile to Hosea. The air is peaceful...aside from a certain young person.

Hosea tilts his head. Shifting his gaze towards none other than young John Marston. 'John. What. are . yer' doin'?' Oh yes. His tone is gruff and complimented with an eye roll. If it's not Arthur causing a ruckus, then it's John. and here he was expecting a little peace today.

[facesblind]

@untodeath  for  piers  nivans prompted:  012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

     𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘆  𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱  𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗽  𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗺'𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱  𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀  𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀  𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘂𝗽  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,  𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆  𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵  𝗶𝗻  𝗮  𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁  𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆  𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄.  it's  quite  a  sight  —  not  enough  lights  below  to  outshine  constellations  above,  the  area  empty  &&.  abandoned.

     nothing  here  poses  a  threat  to  bsaa's  north  american  branch;  this  far  away  from  danger  &&.  this  close  to  their  safehouse,  there's  no  need  to  be  this  alert.  despite  the  safeness,  schrödinger  keeps  her  guard  up;  if  she  were  a  dog,  her  ears  would  perk  up  at  the  sound  of  rooftop  door's  openig;  picked  up  is  the  pace  of  familiar  steps,  and  so  she  doesn't  even  turn  around  to  check  who  decided  on  disturbing  her  peace.

     ❝  if  you're  worried  i'll  jump,  that  is  not  my  intention.  ❞

     the  clarification  is  smooth  and  sounds  believable,  though  legs  dangling  as  the  girl's  seated  on  the  edge  of  the  building  could  suggest  something  different  being  on  her  mind.  ❝  just  because  i  was  dragged  into  this  mess  involuntarily  doesn't  mean  i  wish  to  end  my  life.  i'm  not  that  dramatic.  ❞

     miriam  probably  is  that  dramatic,  actually.

     ❝  now,  with  that  being  clear  —  what's  up?  here  to  stargaze  or  to scold  me  for  sitting  this  close  to  the edge?  ❞

[heavenprotectarc]

⸻ @untodeath gets a thing ( piers uwu )

this was bad, very bad in fact, so bad that for the first time ever since he met the sniper, the redhead let out a swear as he dodged another swipe from the massive tyrant, his gun had been lost in the chaos and steve was sure that he was in for another lecture, either by piers himself or by his supervisor.

"ah shit, shit, shit, where is it⸺" he could hear the gunfire coming from the other man, which fortunately managed to divert the tyrant's attention, giving him a bit more time to examine to parts of the floor. a glint caught his eye and he fiercely crawled over, reaching underneath a piece of fallen debris and he lets out a small hissed out 'yes' before yanking out the handgun.

a quick check of the magazine revealed some ammo still inside before reloading it back in. firearms weren't exactly his forte, perhaps before the HCF he was more open to it, but not so much nowadays. his talent relied more on hand-to-hand combat combined with his mutated physiology, but that wasn't something he can openly use in front of others.

crouching more properly, the redhead aimed at the large bioweapon and fired several rounds. "PIERS." he called out, his comm piece had been lost earlier and he wasn't in the mood to look for it. "WE GOTTA GO."

[sadistpet]

@untodeath:

“Stop talking down to me. I’ve had enough.” 🤔 from genji

" oh, boo hoo ! you've had enough ? am i supposed to care ? "

the major is all smiles, pearlescent teeth all too sharp and the glint in his eyes like that of a cat toying with its prey, or a puppeteer winding the threads around their fingers. he folds his arms across his chest, shifts his weight onto one leg. near-white hair splays lopsidedly onto one shoulder with a tilt of his head.

as beautiful as he is arrogant. raikov toes a dangerous line -- allows himself in the line of fire for nothing but his own amusement, teases those he knows are disallowed from fighting back. taunting those of some physical prowess was even more fun. oh, the chance to hurt him, to damage him. with it comes the knowledge of the retribution they'd face, something that tantalises him more than his bullying does.

" that's how you should be spoken to. you are beneath me. " with a wink, he adds : " i have to make sure you remember that, don't i ? "

[sinscore]

𝙸𝚃   𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂   𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆   𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴,   but   Sombra   knew   she   was   uniquely   vexing   to   those   around   her.   A   hazard   of   the   job,   when   it   was   her   business   to   know   more   than   everyone   around   her.   She   was   unnerving,   untrustworthy,   brimming   with   an   agenda   that   didn't   match   the   organization   she   had   aligned   herself   with.   Talon   employed   people   that   were   more   likely   to   shoot   before   asking   questions   about   why   she   invoked   such   distrust,   but   the   woman   had   long   made   herself   valuable   [   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒉𝒂𝒅   𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈   𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆   𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍   ].

❝      Oh,   vaquero,      we   both   know   you'd   be   falling   asleep   if   it   weren't   for   me.      ❞

She's   all   teeth   when   she   turns   to   grin   at   the   gunslinger,   far   too   relaxed   in   her   seat   for   someone   with   Peacekeeper   pointed   at   their   skull.   Dark   eyes   glittered   with   mischief   as   blues   and   purples   lit   up   the   bony   lines   of   her   hands   —   screens   flashing   and   numbers   scrolling   even   as   she   kept   her   attention   trained   on   the   man. ❝   You   going   to   try   to   take   me   in,   güero?   ❞

@untodeath and cole cassidy asked : ❛ you are always trouble, no matter what era. ❜

[sangelune]

   he  realizes  a  little  too  late  how  the  mask  makes  him  look,  how  he  suddenly  hesitates  when  he's  passed  by  by  a  few  of  the  targets.  this  bow  -  it  didn't  look  at  ghost  twice. 

   it  coils  in  his  gut  and  boils  in  his  veins. 

   he  doesn't  know  what  happens  next.  the  world  goes  by  in  a  blur.  it's  all  red.  red  tinted.  red  hot.  there  and  gone.  he's  only  coming  back  to  with  his  knife  gripped  in  hand,  and  blood  dripping  from  it.  from  his  body.  viscera  on  the  ground.  a  corpse,  laying  there  -  the  fate  of  one  who  would  disregard  the  threat  he  poses.  his  hand  moves  up,  shaking,  to  wipe  the  gore  from  the  mask,  though  smearing  it  over  it. 

   he's  still  shaking.  it  takes  moments  before  the  mask  is  fully  torn  from  his  face  and  the  human  beneath  gasps  for  air  -  as  if  surfacing  from drowning.  but  he  finds  none  of  it.  nothing  to  aleviate  the  way  he  feels  so  choked  up  and caged.  like  an animal. 

   he  did  just  act  like  one,  didn't  he?  he  might  as  well  be  one.  no  different.  operating  on  rage.  instinct.  he  can't  tell  -  is  he dead  or alive?  it  hits  like  a  wave,  and  he  teeters  on  his  feet,  before  nearly  collapsing,  reaching  out  for  the  nearest  point  of  security  - 

   to  find  said  nearest  point  is  another  body.  another  living  body.  not  a  threat.  yet  still  -  it's  almost  worse  than  falling  onto  an  enemy.  to  be  baren,  without  the  mask,  so  tired  and  weak  from  the  fighting,  from  his  own  overbearing ghost.  he  might  just  rather  they  slit  his  throat  and  leave  him  there  for  dead. you  deserve  that,  don't  you  simon? 

   he  opens  his  mouth  to  say  something  -  anything  -  but  the  only  thing  that  comes  out  is  a  half  assed grunt.  useless  pathetic  thing,  isn't  he?

@untodeath

[redemn]

y'got it? 🤠

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤnope . 🤠

[lifesver]

@untodeath said: thank  god  you’re  okay . / From Steve

❝ — shoot, i am thanks to you. nice swing, harrington. ❞ flat on his back in the leaves, he's staring up at steve's silhouette in the sunlight — steve, who was still holding the spiked bat — with brown eyes blown wide. whatever kind of otherworldly thing was running amok in hawkins — leland was starting to guess steve might have a decent idea on it. he props himself up on his elbows with a sort of startled, winded laugh, quick to grab steve's outstretched forearm. ❝ aw, you do care about me — ouch, jesus — ❞ with a wince, he pulls himself up, shedding autumn debris from his now-dirtied jacket. ❝ … what the hell was that thing? you ever see something like that before? thought it was some kinda dog at first, but then, well — i don't know that i've ever seen an animal do that — ❞

[auco]

❝ i think i should've kept my mouth shut... ❞

｛ ✧ : MINI STARTER. / @untodeath

[doomdays]

pov : diego's flicking luther's ear :/

his nose crinkles as his head tilts to the side over-dramatically,  making a big show of it,  as if it’s a nuisance.    it’s diego,  so to luther,  of course it is.     ❝  hey—  ❞    he groans,   lightly backhanding diego’s shoulder.   ❝  i’m surprised you can reach,  ❞    he snickers,   though it’s not a joke he’d normally make — too aware of his larger form,  generally self conscious about it,  and yet,  this is diego,  and it’s instinct to use whatever he can against him.   

[7iktor]

@untodeath said, "i'm stoic and tough."

it's exactly what he would expect to hear from diego,   and as usual,   it's met with an eye roll and a look of nonchalance,   as if it's something he's heard over and over again but doesn't believe.    he is tough,   but he may not always be as stoic as he wishes to present himself—    that much viktor can see for himself,   anyway.   as much as he tries to fight it,  though,  a small smile begins to tug at his lips,   enough to hint to diego that he's endeared.   maybe just not in the way diego knows or even realizes. 

he's not sure if he'd ever admit it to him directly,  but growing up,  he admired diego in a way different from the rest of his siblings.   they all felt so far away from him,  untouchable,  sometimes less like siblings and more like school kids who wanted nothing to do with him.   whether or not that's just what viktor felt or if it was real,  it's hard to shake now,  but what he does remember:    diego seemed to figure himself out long before viktor ever did.  and back then,  the jealousy he felt was easy to align with the way diego and the rest of viktor's siblings were treated,  how they were all powerful in a way that viktor never could be.   diego was special,  viktor was ordinary —   and that's all he could make of it then,  but as he grew up,  even in the years he spent away from diego and the others,  a part of him started to understand that it was never as simple as that.   diego represented something that viktor could never truly figure out then,  because he needed to go on his own journey to get there—    something made easier by having him back in his life now.

❝  yeah,  diego,   and you're the most calm person i've ever met.  ❞    his words drip with sarcasm,   but he's still trying to figure out if diego even believes that himself,   or if it's just an act.   ❝  kind of overdoing it on the whole tough-guy act, though, ❞ he says, the hint of a smile still there, only teasing.