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when it’s been a hot minute and re-reading rps make you miss the grumpy cunt 😩

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prickling at the surface it was easily noticed how the environment itself had slowly begun to affect his own appetite of mood. laughter erupting from different sections of groupies depending on the individual supe that happened to be in attendance or rather a few applauds for some random gesture of abilities that earned them favor. fucking pathetic. like a dog bloody being made to do tricks all for an ounce of attention. thick untamed brows furrowed in their mere annoyance. outline of the jawline tensing and the mental control was slowly slipping away out of reach. fingertips that curled around the transparent glass frame slowly began to tap on the outer rim. as those deep pools of chestnut burrowing focus on the bar top, if looks could say silenced words– well, butchers would read a thousand.  who’s fucked up idea was it to come to this gig ? oh yeah … FUCK. the temptation alone just to latch onto this secluded spot where he was able to just be with the consuming thoughts– ones that focused on that of his wife. becca. his entire being vibrated with such warmth and peace within her presence. ever since the disappearance he’d been nothing but a crumbling shadow of the man he’d once was. a shell of the former being that used to attend such events with his spouse on the arm, forcing a smile and watching becca blossom under the light. to say she was an angel would be quite the understatement. 

a glimpse over the shoulder to all the commotion suddenly erupting in applause and cheering. what stupid cunts are making animals of themselves now ? and there the fuckin’ prick stood— american stained cape hanging off the broad shoulders, crimson gloves that raised up to either of the individuals sides before slowly turning around to those who’s attentions had drifted towards the main attraction. homelander– the defender of america .. some dared to adventure as far as the whole world. vision purely honed in on the supe alone whilst the surrounding figures and voices blurred into the background. a slight twitch of the eye where the bubbling of pure hatred began to arise from the depths. already imagining the boy’s reaction one after another … hughie with those big puppy dog eyes almost pleading and begging him not to do something stupid. M.M possibly having a clear line of sight to butchers currently slumped over stance on the bar top and frenchie probably otherwise occupied. finger tips begin to uncurl from the glass frame and rest on the outlining rim of the wooden surface. in that time butcher had gathered himself just enough to push lightly off, the leather of the trench coat falling back in full length down his own frame and the males back now faced the bar. a singler brow raised slightly, almost caught off guard by the company of another and when it didn’t take long to note it was a supe– it was near instinctual. compared to the handful that seemed to beam and soak in the attention that vought had sunk their hooks into, paraded around like show ponies and yet somehow he’d found himself curious with this one. it was completely bloody obvious with the misery quite literally slapped across the supes face. despite the original intent that solely involved americas number one, butcher instead leaned further into the bar top allowing either elbows to sit securely atop. “ and here i thought all you fuckin’ lot were shoved so far up voughts asshole, that ya’ didn’t have much of a bloody voice of your own. ” a tease, a prod or poke at a wild animal to test the waters. what can he say ? he knew nothing of the border line that shouldn’t be crossed. in fact butcher would more than likely be the type with zipper down, cock free and pissing all over the entire thing with a smirk of triumph and content smothered across his face. all followed with the middle finger rising to the occasion as a bittersweet parting gift. quite the rebellion with abso - fucking - lutely no self concern for the males own wellbeing.

@withsunlight

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

i'm not going to lie-- feel like i needed this. it's the sweetest thing. everything has sorta gone down hill and activity wise has just dropped and i was starting to question whether to stick around on here or not ..

and i didn't think that my butcher meant little to jack shit to anyone to be honest so honestly it's nice to hear <3

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SHIT. already the layers of consummation of liquor dared to waver across the tongue, a further disdain for the environment that not only himself but the boys had found themselves in. deep chestnut orbs scooping out the individuals that bundle together in a swarm, instinctual like a bee to the queen. a faithful soldier in all aspects ready to supply, defend and even risk limb for limb for an ounce of approval. the notion itself made one's skin crawl, strands that covered the physical limbs stand up on end and the thick brows furrow in disapproval. roughened digits curled into the inner palm, tucked comfortably inside the pockets of worn leather. it was noted that the supes with less material covering assets drew overly sized, scruffy dressed individuals in for the taking. a facade of kindness, smiles and even the odd connection or photograph providing that tad extra fee. stupid cunts. it didn’t take a genius to see the obviousness of how literally agonizing and excruciating it truly is– to watch this so-called performance that vought displayed to the public at any given chance of the fucking day.

laces unfastened from the looping holes of the boots often slipped underneath the soles in movement, not once daring to actually tip the male up but making a mental note later down the road. of course the boys had split up one after another– frenchie being drafted in by some sort of debate that brought out slight disagreement. hughie stuck to mothers milk like glue unsure of how events will unfold in the near future. poor lad– was like watching a small fricken rat within an inch of its life. he’d advanced away from the crowded areas of course, drifting to the side open bar where some of new york's finest had found a safe haven from idle chit chat. worn leather elbows parked comfortably on either sides of the scuffed wooden surface, a small gesture to the bartender was all it took for a small glass of bourbon to be slid in front of him. perhaps a few seconds to recollect and evaluate– a low sigh managing to escape through the parted pads. his chin dripped just enough for a hooded shadow to tuck him away from peering eyes. bleedin’ twats. butcher though to himself. whole fuckin’ lot of em just want to shove their heads so far up some supes asshole. the thoughts sometimes managed to be all but too consuming. clearly painted across his own expression, only if anyone dared to look close enough. pasted the let’s say damaged goods ? a scruffy, dripped in coal black from the roots atop the head and down to the toes. a tragic, dark mess that only few want to entangle with and it happened to be just that a handful managed to weasel in through the darkness. unfishing from the inner pockets to brush against the coolness of transparent walls containing the liquid within.

@florrentine

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"The real Joe Kessler? He's dead in the Panjshir Valley, mοthеrf***еr. You never dragged me out. You left me to die." ➤ The Boys || 4.06 - Dirty Business

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"william butcher.. what are you doing here? is it because of Ryan called you again?"(meme sent by @homelander-rp-blog hi! hope it's okay sending in memes! ^^)

“ right– listen' ere, cunt. ryan could call me here from bloody kingdom come. and even then you’d be in quite the little pickle. i promised becca. and if i ain’t a man of my word well then . . ” a slight lift of the shoulders, the weight of worn leather hanging from either sides shifting in position. a move that seemed so simple and yet it had an alternative motive. what came off as a mere roll of the shoulders was in reality butcher loosening up tensed muscles, shaking the nerves that dared to snake through until becoming tranquil. a testament to the individual he’d molded himself to be after the disappearance of his spouse. rocking back and forth on the unlaced boots, scruffy looking in appearance but not that noticeable. his digits slowly curled into the inner palm tucked into the pocket confinements. 

“ now for the million dollar question here is how the fucking hell your prissy little balls ain't half way up ya’ own arse. because if i’m bein’ honest mate it’s not gaining ya’ any sympathy. ” it couldn't be resisted nor the sarcasm that flicked across the tongue with every word that slipped off them. tugging underneath the thickly layers of strands covering the jawline dare a smirk. without any backup nor even the typical supe– let’s just say it’s quite the gamble.

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“ last warning to stop being a cunt an’ fuck right off if you know what’s good. ” aggression laced through the tone in caution. beaded rivers of sweat began to slide down the sides of the temple. puffiness of crimson began to surface around the white of the orbs and his complexion ? like that of a saint's pale ass before being paddled for some random shit. spiraling– that didn’t even come an inch close to the reality of the situation. a figure that continuously popped up like chlamydia, the bastard kept getting his licks in with a kick in the balls. kessler. even when the fucker is completely wiped from the face of the earth, somehow he’d come back around, egging him on to being a royal cunt. becca— his wife. she’d been the voice of reason, to keep butcher grounded without that trigger finger testing to flip the switch and create a mass panic with genocide. of course not for humanity– not that half of the cunts on earth didn’t deserve it. walking around in their prissy costumes, high off the fucking horse attitude and the activities that vought steer clear of the public. any juicy snip bit that could easily land the supes on the wrong side of the public’s support, would leave them utterly and fucked. crimson bodily fluids stained the fingers, inner palms could no longer be scrubbed free of the actions that brought on such consequences. butcher had just merely managed to adjust to the actions and live with it on a daily basis.

“ butcher ? ” a voice called out– he’d drawn his head back from its dipped position where the shadows slowly began to creep over the facial features. tucking away the furrowing of thick brows upon glimpsing to the side and the figure that taunted mere seconds ago had vanished from sight along with mind. gob smacked. the slight confusion along with the battle of conflict barely allowed to surface across his face before being completely suppressed. finger tips slowly slipped on the rim of the nearby desk frame, inner palms resting on top of the cool dented wooden surface. ever so slightly allowed most if not all weight to gradually rely on the object to maintain his standing frame. shocker—- the doses of shooting up chemicals would come down before the storm. what a twisted fucking joke. an individual who does nothing but despise supes and all they stand for shooting up the same drug to manifest said powers to bring to the slaughter. “ ain’t you got somewhere else to be . . ” crumbling under the weight of the side effects that now left the man as if nothing but vulnerable.

@citizenstarlight

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@FOUGHTV 𝖠 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥 𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖣𝖸 𝖮𝖥 𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖹𝖮𝖭'𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖮𝖸'𝖲 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖠𝖬 ' 𝖡𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖸 ' 𝖡𝖴𝖳𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖱. 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 ⸺ 𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦 𝖨𝖲 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖢𝖳𝖫𝖸 𝟤𝟣+

'𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐺𝑂 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝑅𝑌𝐼𝑁' 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷 . . . 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬'𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘.'

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