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dcputyrook.

Harsh wasn’t his original intention, but sometimes a little force behind his words worked. Even if it was used to motivate the other rookie deputy to continue going forward. They had enough shit on their plate. And Rook definitely couldn’t do it alone. It was considered a MIRACLE that he got this far already. 

I know you’ve heard stories about me….

Rook’s eyes snap upwards, head jerking around at the sound of it alone. Tracey didn’t seem like she heard, nor whoever else within this room with him. Shit. He needed a break. All this BLISS was starting to get to his head. Relaxing back into the cot, Rook breathes out a sigh, finger lowering from the talk button. 

“Just remember, I’ll be there if you need me. We can kick John Seed’s ass together. Should be fun. Make it like….a best friend date or something like that.”

Almost absently, she wanders toward the kitchen and stops beside the sink. She releases the talk button and listens to him talk as she runs some water and splashes her face. The cool water eases the heat of her tears, washes them from her eyes, and she rubs her cool, wet hand across the back of her neck. It’s a small, thing, but it helps.

Jane can’t help herself; she smiles a little at the sentiment and picks up the radio again to reply, “A best friend date? Huh.” She huffs a quiet chuckle and goes on to say, “I guess that’s as good a description for what we are as any, huh?” 

For a moment, she’s quiet, looking out the window and watching as Nick brings a plane down on the runaway. She focuses on the radio again and says, “Are you sure you’re okay over there? You know I can come across the river whenever you need.”

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tcnaciious.

     Milo eagerly took the flash and screwed off the top. She was about to throw it back when she thought about the young girl running with the men in charge. Faith. That was her name. She’d already been bathed in the stuff a couple of times but wasn’t sure how it’d go if she actually ingested the stuff. She shot a glance at Jane before leaning down to smell it: oaky with a sweet kind of smell. Perhaps apple? It was definitely whiskey. 

          “Huh, sure don’t look like a deputy,” she replied, finally taking a cautionary sip before a gulp. It was definitely whiskey; one that had been aged well. It burned going down, bringing a smile to her face. She’d have drunk the rest had it not been the fact it didn’t belong to her. Milo’s eyes dropped down to the offered hand, senses coming back to her. She was being careless – out of the ordinary for her.

          “Milo Vellan, Deputy,” she placed the flask in her hand before giving it a small shake as well. The thought of her being a dirty cop crossed her mind but didn’t make a whole lot of sense given the type of cult they were. They wouldn’t have someone lying about their motives just to trick people into joining. But she couldn’t seem to lower her guard again. “Whatcha make of all this cult and end of the world business?”

Scoffing, Jane accepted the flask, gave Milo a shake, and then sipped the whiskey as well as a subtle sign that it was fine; she was trustworthy. “Afraid my uniform is at the cleaner’s. I’ll go n’ pick it up n’ make sure the Seeds know just who they’re meant to be chasin’ after.” She shoved the flask back into the center console of the truck and slammed the door shut, making her way back across the lot toward the garage in question.

Over her shoulder, she said, “I dunno ‘bout the end of the world, but this cult is fuckin’ bullshit. They’re all batshit. They’re violent, dangerous. Ain’t no place for ‘em in this world, and I aim to be rid of them.” 

She paused beside the door of the garage and met Milo’s eye from several feet away. “If yer doubtin’ my intentions—I don’t blame you. But I’ve been runnin’ around all over this fuckin’ county tryna drive ‘em back. If we walk by a gaggle of ‘em, you’ll see just how much Eden’s Gate loves me.” She turned back to the door and lifted her silence pistol to shoot through the lock. It gave way easily, and she eased the door open to look inside. The propeller was leaned against a wall in plain sight, and Jane glanced back at Milo.

“If yer interested in helpin’, I could use yer help carrying this propeller back to the truck.”

No Hope County

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Bastion Slinger’s Song

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thcbaptiist.

@rookiedep liked for a short starter.

     Again he pushed the deputy beneath the water, keeping her under for a solid minute despite her struggles. She wasn’t clean. Her soul would need to be scrubbed raw and with Joseph elsewhere, he could do as he pleased. He was told to love them. But how could he? How could he love someone who worked so hard to ruin everything they had worked so hard for? For someone who didn’t believe in Joseph or their cause. It angered him. And now he had to deal with the fact that if he didn’t make the deputy atone he would not be allowed in.

          “I believe were getting closer,” he grunted, pulling the water logged woman from the river, “but don’t worry. I still have to get you to confess. I hope the time you’ve had running around has helped you think about every single think you’ve done.”

Jane struggled to keep her cool, but she hadn’t been trained for this—hadn’t been trained for water torture. She fancied herself a proficient swimmer, but swimming wasn’t the same as drowning. Her arms flailed, struggling to grab on to any part of him that she could reach, but it was futile.

When she was given reprieve, Jane gasped, sputtered, and coughed up the Bliss-tinged water from her lungs. Her eyes burned; where had her eye patch gone? Her hair, sopping, hung in her face and obscured the vision of her eye. It took a moment to catch her breath, but once she did, Jane growled out, “Confess? Confess to what? That I went ahead n’ killed a bunch of your overzealous fucks? I sure as fuck did, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.”

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eden’s gate moodboard.

　“ Jesus said to her, I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me will live, even though they die. ”

— john, 11:25.

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cerisetheai.

SHE   BELIEVES   HER.   up   until   now   ,   no   -   one   had   been   able   to   provoke   the   wrath    of   eden’s   gate   ,   but   with   a   single   warrant   for   joseph   seed’s   arrest   ,   all   hell   had   broken    loose.  the   seemingly   untouchable   eden’s   gate   was   beginning   to   fall   ,   &&   it   was   all   down   to   the  woman   standing   in   front   of   her   —   if   anyone   was   going   to   assist   her   in   rescuing   chris   from  jacob   ,   then   it   was   her.   ❛   jane   ,   THANK   YOU.   i   wouldn’t   be   able   to   do   this   on   my   own   ,    no   matter   how   much    i   want   him   back.   ❜   a   hand   raises   to    grip   the   other’s   forearm   ,  administering   a   gentle   squeeze   of   acknowledgment.   if   eden’s   gate   wanted   a   fight   ,   then   they  were   going   to   deliver   it   to   them   firsthand.   ❪   just   hang   in   there   chris   ,   WE’RE   COMING.   ❫

“You don’t got a damn thing to thank me for. I’m sure if the situation was reversed, you’d do the same for me.” She gives Claire one last squeeze before letting go and motioning for her to follow to the grappling markers to make their way back down. Jane doesn’t talk much during the climb down, too focused on the physical strain. 

Eventually, she makes it down to solid ground, and she can see the subtle markers guiding them back to the bunker. Only once they’re walking does Jane start talking again. “You gotta know, Claire... once we get Chris back, he ain’t gonna be the same. Jacob, he... he gets in yer head. Makes... makes y’do things.” She rubs the back of her neck, uncomfortable with revealing this when the same has already happened to her. “If Chris has been there a while... who knows how deep Jacob’s dug his claws in?”

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PIN MY MUSE

rpmemes-galore:

disillusionedhumanity:

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose

Adds some tbh, I need more variety:

Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT

Send “HA” to pin my muse against the wall as a JOKE

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

Send “LISTEN” to hug my muse against the wall to let them know they LOVE THEM

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❛ i was afraid that i might . . . not come back . ❜

  meme// @rookiedep

Confession weighs heavy on her heart,  sympathy is quick to rise. Cynthia wants to help despite not completely understanding her circumstances, she can never begin to comprehend  the life of a deputy  but she can offer solace.  Arms would extend  as she  pulls  the older  woman  into  a hug,  offering  comfort  through a tight embrace. 

❝  You’re here  and you’re alive.  That’s all that  matters now.  ❞  Cynthia  mustn’t forget that she is  human too,  she feels fear just as  much as anyone  —  even if she doesn’t  show it.  ❝  You’ve come  back this  time and  you’ll come  back again.I  believe  in you,  ma’am.  Lots of people believe in you.  ❞

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opisverum.

                     █░╳♰ @rookiedep atoned. ♰╳░█

                    “How wonderful it is to see you again, Jane.” The name rolls off his lips with a saccharine venom, hands interlocking behind his back with a strut in his step to denote just how much of a good mood he appeared to be in. The outpost was a trap, one she couldn’t have helped herself falling in to, just as he planned. All it took was a false cry of hostages in need and she entered the web. He strolls around her, waving his guards to stand by and give her space. Icy blue eyes roll over her form, assessing the dangers of stepping in too close. She was unarmed, but still dangerous. He’d be a fool to think otherwise.

     Foolish, he was not. “Since I was just in the neighbourhood, I thought I’d drop in and have a friendly chat.” Another pace around her, eyes never leaving between her hands and her feet, occasionally glancing up to meet her face. “You’ve certainly been causing a lot of trouble for us, and as you know, I have been having to clean up after you again and again. It’s.. Bad for business. So I’m here, today, to ask you one thing. Just one, no more, no less. What would you say to working WITH me?” The answer was one he knew would come immediately, and he held up a hand openly to pause her before she could begin a protest. 

                    “I don’t require an immediate answer. It’s one I want you to think about. You can wipe out… Disorderlies among the ranks of the Project to your heart’s desire, I can conveniently ignore your misdeeds, and perhaps give your friends at Fall’s End some breathing room for a particular amount of time until my disorderlies are removed.” He sets his hand back behind him, fingers interlocked once more. “I play no games with you today, Jane. It’s an offer I think we can make work in both of our favours.”

When he says her name, it makes Jane feel sick. Her hands clench into fists tight; right now, she’s trying to exercise a little self-preservation, so she’s stock still, coiled and ready to pounce, but God, what she wouldn’t give to pummel him to death. There are too many cultists, though, way more than she’d expected, and there’s no way she can kill John Seed without getting riddled with bullets in an instant. Maybe it’d be worth it to her, but there are three other Seeds that need her attention.

The question, at first, is utterly ridiculous. Jane very nearly jumps down his throat with a vicious, “Fuck you,” but he stops her before she can. Slowly, she starts to shift from foot to foot so she can rotate in time with him, always keeping him in her sights.

It sounds too good to be true, which makes Jane think that it is. The confusion shows plane on her face, her eye narrowed on his face though he can’t seem to meet her eyes. “And why the fuck would y’let me go on n’ do that? I could go on n’ keep killin’ yer fuckin groupies n’ givin’ Fall’s End breathing room without yer goddamn permission. So what do you want?”

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random starters from  “ undertale ”  pt.  1

001.   ❛  legends say that those who climb the mountain never return  .  ❜

002.   ❛  i can’t go to hell   ,   i’m all out of vacation days  .    ❜

003.   ❛ take care of yourself   ,   kid   .  ❜

004.   ❛  i don’t need friends  ,  i have knives  .  ❜

005.   ❛  it’s a beautiful day outside  .  ❜

006.  ❛   i know what you did  !    ❜

007.   ❛   someone oughta teach you how things work around here  !    ❜

008.   ❛   you have to try to be happy  ,  okay  ?    ❜

009.   ❛   let’s get those bones to shaking  !  ❜

010.   ❛  that’s the trashcan   —–    feel free to visit it anytime   !  ❜

011.   ❛   tra la la  .   .   .  ❜

012.   ❛   that’s a wonderful idea  ! ❜

013.   ❛   do you think we could at least be friends again  ?  ❜

014.   ❛   together  ,  we eradicated the enemy  ,  ❜

015.   ❛   ohhhh   ,   yeeeess    !  ❜

016.   ❛   we are officially screwed every which way from sunday with whipped cream  .  ❜

017.   ❛   I’M PILING ON THE SMOOCHES  ! ❜

018.   ❛   don’t kill and don’t be killed  ,  alright  ?  ❜

019.   ❛   quick  !  behind that conveniently  –  shaped lamp  !  ❜

020.   ❛   i’m only nineteen years old and i’ve already wasted my entire life  .  ❜

021.   ❛   i really should’ve killed you when i had the chance  .  ❜

022.   ❛  i’m gonna stay inside and watch anime like a total loser  !   ❜

023.   ❛   it doesn’t matter what it is  ,  you care about it  .  ❜

024.   ❛   in this world  ,  it’s kill or be killed  .  ❜

025.   ❛   geeettttttt dunked on!!!  ❜

026.   ❛  i like to lie on the floor and feel like garbage  .  ❜

027.   ❛   you’re a wimpy loser with a big heart  !  ❜

028.   ❛   prove to me that you are strong enough to survive  .  ❜

029.   ❛   welcome to my special hell  .  ❜

030.   ❛   you really are an idiot  .  ❜

031.   ❛   now stand still while I murder you  !  ❜

032.   ❛   who needs arms with legs like these  ?!   ❜

033.   ❛   if you take another step forward  .  .  .  you are really not going to like what happens next  .  ❜

034.   ❛   you’re gonna have a bad time  .  ❜

035.   ❛   knock ‘em dead, darling  !  ❜

036.   ❛   would you two just smooch already  !?  ❜

037.   ❛   first of all  ,  you’re a freakin’ weirdo  !  ❜

038.   ❛   i t’s time for everyone to go home  .  ❜

039.   ❛   look  , i gave up trying to go back a long time ago  .  ❜

040.   ❛   it’ll suck and then you’ll die a lot  .  ❜

041.   ❛   you’re going to have to try a little harder than that  !  ❜

042.   ❛  put a little more backbone into it  !   ❜

043.   ❛   all I know is seeing what comes next  .  .  .  i just can’t afford not to care anymore  .  ❜

044.   ❛   you look horrible  .  ❜

045.   ❛   where are the knives  ?  ❜

046.   ❛   is this really the right time for a snack  ?  ❜

047.   ❛   what   ,  you think i’m just gonna stand there and take it  ?!  ❜

048.   ❛   i was afraid that i might  .  .  .  not come back  .  ❜

049.   ❛   being friends with everyone is easy  !  ❜

050.   ❛   stay determined  .  ❜

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Favorite screenshots → Far Cry 5 (part 3)

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HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: i am relatively slow overall as i am busy many days of the week and work a full-time job but when im here i try to be productive and get as much done as i possibly can! you should never have to wait more than a week for a reply uwu

REPLIES: i am good with whatever length you want to go with. if you get struck with inspiration and reply with six paragraphs to my two or you can only manage one paragraph, i don’t really care! as long as i have something to go off of im happy!

STARTERS: i don’t really do one-line starters randomly unless i put out a call for it, and i dont drop random starters unless i put a call out. starters are hard...

INBOX: i try to respond to every meme that gets sent to me but if i really really struggle with a reply i might quietly delete it and im so fucking sorry in advance

SELECTIVITY: im very selective, i just dont have the time to be super open! if i think our characters and writing styles will mesh well i’ll probably follow/follow back.

WISHLIST: JANE 2 KISS A PRETTY GIRL THANKS FOR LISTENING!

HONEST NOTE: im a bit insecure and never sure if canon characters are going to enjoy my take on the rookie dep or that i am more excited abt how jane fits into the game then they are so i tend to just keep quiet about it LOL

TAGGED BY: the lovely @tcnaciious !! TAGGING: @dcputyrook @cerisetheai @baagha @plcytowin and anyone else who wants to swipe it!

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hey … so,.. uhh… (looks at notecards) did you uh did …you fall out of heaven because um (drops cards) shit fuck oh god fuck im so sorry  youre-youre just s o.pretty i m soryr

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ASSALAMU ALAYKUM  !! 

YES! i wanna take the time to thank all of you who decided to stay here with me, even though you have to wait a thousand years for my replies sometimes. i really appreciate you guys on my dashboard, i appreciate your patience and i definitely appreciate your interest in ajay! he’s my companion for almost 2 ½ years now, i’ve put a lot of time and effort into him and have absolutely no regrets. but of course, this great development didn’t only come from me, it was possible because of YOU AND YOUR AMAZING MUSES! so i wanna thank everyone who’s been with me for years, who just recently popped in or the one’s that inspire me a lot on my dashboard. this is a list of people who i love dearly, who i definitely look up to and who bless my dashboard with their amazing writing. please go and check them out! 

#1 CREW LOVE ♥

@edenssoldier  ¦  @oddyssea  ¦  @dcputyrook  ¦  @lunarcries  ¦  @ofreverentia  ¦  @cerisetheai   ¦  @leafblwn  ¦  @opisverum

BANASHUR’S WITNESSES 

@kyratking @kyratvice @alamortful @b4dboy17 @burnsidcd @thetriggcr @synthmama @lelicn @ofnoseblccds @mixreino @ruthlessmeans @puckish-rogue @fathere @baptyst @noprodigalson @righteoushield @rookiedep @sortamaliicious @malvivicntc @showmedeath @coolwcrld @salvcs @glittergcld @lcstthief @chaordiic

i know it’s not much lol. but these are the people i really enjoy rping with and/or completely admire on my dashboard. obviously i enjoy every mutual on my dash, don’t get me wrong. but these people often leave me speechless with their writing :’)))

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dcputyrook.

Burke went tearing out of the helicopter after him…but. Rook stops in his tracks, the ability to ESCAPE as he did within his grasp. But Peabody. The helicopter was catching on fire now; she’d burn ALIVE before the cultists got her. He steals his nerves, rips his knife out of its holster and goes charging back towards her. Rook clambers inside the helicopter with her, sliding the blade underneath the seatbelt and RIPPING her free.

“No time to talk!” His hand snatches her’s before he could stop himself, pulling the woman out from the confines of the burning plane and breaking out into a full on sprint to escape. The cultists behind them yelled out in shock when they spotted the two of them darting away. 

Rook didn’t plan to FOLLOW Burke though. 

So he took the alternate path, releasing Peabody’s hand when he knew she was steady on her feet and willing to follow. Which, when being chased down by these crazy assholes, was a pretty good MOTIVATOR to follow. 

The further they ran, the more distant their voices grew. Sliding to a halt, Rook drops in some foliage, drawing himself up into a ball to peer around through the foliage they were surrounded by. There was an old cabin nearby, but there was a voice coming from it. Just one by the sound of it. But currently, Peabody was his main concern. She did almost just BURN to death in a helicopter. If not that…she would have been dragged off like the others. Worried brown eyes focus on her, lips pulling into a frown.

“Hey….you okay?” His voice is kept quiet, so not to disturb anyone who happened to be nearby.

She was going to die here. She could feel it. The seat belt wouldn’t give under her grasp, no matter how hard she tried to pull—and then, blessedly, the newest deputy, newer even than her, returned, knife at the ready, cutting her free from the chopper. Jane tumbled, disoriented, upside down, and scrambled to follow him out of the chopper.

Her hand clamped down around his, booking it through the foliage with all she has. Bullets rained, shouts echoed, and Jane knew there were mere yards between the both of them and certain death. She only let go when he did, and when he dropped, Jane almost hesitated—but the thought of continuing on alone made her stop, and she dropped into the underbrush beside him.

She was a small woman, and when she folded herself up, her back braced against the trunk of a nearby tree, knees pressed into her chest, she took up barely any space at all. Her eyes shifted away from the forest in front of them to him, her pupils enormous in the dark. Now that they weren’t running for their lives, the adrenaline of the last ten minutes wearing off, she glanced over herself. 

The right sleeve of her shirt was burned open, the flesh beneath bright red, hot, and raw with the start of a burn. Her head was hurting; her wrist stung; she was covered with various cuts and bruises, but nothing that would kill her. When she speaks her voice was barely a whisper: “I reckon I’ll live. You?”

Beams of light began to sweep across the woods, and Jane’s gaze shifted away from Alder to the cultists approaching, and she reached across to grasp his elbow. “We shouldn’t stay here. We gotta find better cover. Gotta find weapons. Get outta this fuckin’ compound.”