#❛ you're gonna deploy me in the end ❜ ⸗ * / DEVELOP .

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Repairs done

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker rolled over with a groan, his hand flying towards his alarm clock and coming down with a resounding thud. Of course that didn't work so he had to run his fingertips along the top of the torture device to find the right button. One of his father's companies really needed to invent a better alarm clock. Why was his so loud today? The next question to pop into his mind was why he felt like he'd been clubbing last night. Not that he did it much anymore, he'd been on the fairly straight and narrow since leaving college but he certainly hadn't forgotten what it felt like afterwards. Strike that, not straight but very, very narrow, especially since relocating to Baltimore. He'd been on the East Coast since just after Christmas, attempting to pull a newly acquired company up by its' bootstraps.

He knew why his father had bought it and as vice president of Walker Industries, he would have done the exact same thing and had told his father so but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be a struggle to get the business profitable and switched over to producing the circuit boards they needed for the airplane instrumentation that they were developing. It meant a lot to him that his father trusted him to handle such an important task. At least all the new equipment was in place and most of the new training was finished. That had been the easy part. The harder part was convincing the former employees who had stayed on that he was, in fact, in charge. He was used to men old enough to be his father scoffing and heckling at his orders. He was used to the pushback, to the fact that they thought they knew more than him.

He didn't like it but he was used to it. It took a few minutes longer than usual for Finnegan to get vertical and out of bed and he winced as the bathroom light came on. When he opened his eyes, things got even worse. He looked like he'd been on the losing end of a fight. Two black eyes, his nose swollen and still sore and a weird patch on his cheek that felt like rug burn. Oh, at least he found his missing contact. It had managed to work its way down into the corner of his eye while he slept. Gross... there was no way he was going to go into the office today. He called his executive assistant Megan and asked her to screen and forward his calls.

She was surprised by his request simply because it was the first personal day he'd taken but knew better than to ask questions. He had one conference call later but he would simply turn off his laptop camera and pretend he was having technical difficulties. He dug around in his kitchen drawer for two Advil and washed them down with some orange juice before making himself a bowl of cereal. His furnished apartment had come supplied with two small TV trays in the living room closet so he pulled them both out and made himself a makeshift desk on his couch. It would do. Luckily it was Friday and he wouldn't have to hide from the office for too many days before he looked like himself again. Emmett Locke was surprised to find Peter in the office when he dragged himself into work at 8:30 the next morning.

"Morning boss."

"Hey Emmett. You know you're not on the schedule today, right? Hey, do you know anything about this Mercedes?" he asked, pointing towards the metallic blue car on the side of the lot.

"Unfortunately, I do. Got into a little accident last night. I was wondering if you'd mind me using a bay."

Peter raised his eyebrows and Emmett knew exactly what that meant. This was his second accident since Peter had taken over three months ago.

"Go for it. How's yours?"

"Better than his, somehow. I'll pay for the parts, obviously."

Peter just gave him a wry smile and nodded his head, then handed him the keys. Emmett knew that just replacing the airbag that had deployed would probably cost him a grand or two and by the looks of it, yeah, he was gonna need a new bumper as well. The hood didn't look too bad and he was pretty good at bodywork so he hoped it would be salvageable. Thinking about the airbag made him wonder about Finnegan and how the punk felt this morning.

He knew he really shouldn't care since this accident wasn't his fault anyway and now he was paying for it but he couldn't help but wonder. Three hours later he had the steering wheel back on, the dents banged out of the hood and the new paint drying. It was almost as good as new. He decided to take a break and grabbed a bottle of water from the machine before heading outside. He was leaning against the wall when Tristan, Peter's boyfriend, pulled into the lot. He got out gracefully, flashing Emmett a bright smile.

"Hiya, Emmett."

"Hi, Tristan. Come to drag the boss away?"

"You know me so well. Yes, it's gorgeous out and I decided it was a good day to ride. We're picking up Angie later and it's going to rain tomorrow so it's now or never. I assume he's pretending to work on that mustang?"

The two of them cracked him up. Tristan knew as well as Emmett did that Peter had spent years on that mustang and had gotten a lot of work done on it but even he had to admit that Peter was to the point where the progress wasn't obvious.

"Actually he mentioned finding a carburetor earlier in the week. Maybe it's in."

That would explain why he was here working.

"Sure, uh huh," Tristan teased

"I know I'm never going to actually get to DRIVE that car."

All Emmett could do was shrug.

"Of course, I can't complain. It's a lot of fun even standing still."

Emmett's eyes widened and he tried not to laugh. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Tristan was implying but wasn't sure he knew either of them well enough to say anything about it outright and confirm his suspicion so he played it safe.

"Is that so? I'll keep that in mind."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"I'm gonna head in and try not to cause a disaster. Have a good weekend, Emmett."

"You too."

He pulled Finnegan Walker's card out of his wallet and typed the number into his cell-phone. The paint wasn't quite dry but there was no reason not to set something up now to get it back to him. Besides, he knew Finnegan was a little bit worried about his car and might be relieved to hear from him. He wasn't expecting a woman to answer the phone.

"Walker Industries, Vice President Finnegan Walker's line. How may I assist you?"

The business card he held his hand didn't say anything about Walker industries, it simply had a fancy seal in the upper left-hand corner and Finnegan's name and number embossed in silver on a neat, white card stock. Did she say vice president? And Walker industries? Damn, now the little roadster made a lot of sense. The littlle punk was obviously doing very well for himself. Luckily Emmett wasn't the kind of person to be intimidated by titles.

"I need to speak to Finnegan Walker about returning his car."

"His car? Your name, Sir?"

"Emmett Locke."

"Please hold."

And with that, annoying music filled his ear. Before long, she was back.

"I'll transfer you. Have a nice day."

"Hello, Emmett."

Finnegan honestly hadn't expected to hear from the man today and maybe never at all. If he had, he would've given poor Megan a heads-up because she had been very confused.

"Hi, Finnegan. The car's all set, just waiting for the paint to dry. You can pick it up anytime after 2:00 p.m."

Finnegan took off his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose very carefully. Picking up his car would be a huge pain in the ass after staring at the screen all day and he really wasn't sure if he was up for driving. The headache he'd battled since he woke up was still throbbing. Being without the car all weekend sounded even worse.

"Are you there?" Emmett asked, worried by the silence.

"Oh yeah, sorry, just figuring something out. You caught me off guard, I hadn't made any plans yet. I have a conference call at three o'clock," he said, thinking out loud.

Emmett really didn't want to spend another night waiting around for someone to pick up their car.

"Need me to drop it off to you?" he asked, glad that the accident had happened close by.

He assumed Finnegan lived nearby as well or at least on his way home, although that Mercedes was definitely out of place in his neighborhood. Heck, most neighborhoods. As long as he didn't have to go downtown, it would be fine. Plus it gave him an excuse to drive it which would definitely help to make up for the huge pain in the ass Finnegan was simply because he didn't know how to drive.

"Would you?" Finnegan exclaimed, relief flooding his voice.

"That would be great."

Maybe this weekend and this day wasn't shot to hell quite as much as he had assumed. He didn't want to give Emmett the chance to change his mind.

"I'm on Federal Hill."

'Federal Hill? What the hell had Finnegan Walker been doing out near... Route Forty?'

Fine, he'd have to take the tunnel but as long as he got out of here soon. Traffic would be okay and he could call Andy to pick him up or just take the bus. What a pain. Emmett could think of a lot of things he'd rather be doing on his day off. Maybe he'd hang around the city for awhile or catch the ferry to Fells Point. May as well make something of the evening. He had options. 

"Fine, text your address to this number."  

[behunted]

thinking about leonette’s thoughts on the seeds

joseph: wouldn’t have given him a second thought if it hadn’t been for her mother. she both fears and admires him now. jacob: greatly looks up to him, there is no order she wouldn’t follow. she’s one of the chosen for a reason. john: would trade him for a corn chip. would also kill for him but don’t tell him that. faith: looks upon her with kindness, but pities her in a way. paul: she fears she will ultimately disappoint him.

[haro-hawayu]

CCS: Clear Card Ch. 57

Happy Halloween~ I wonder if there's any hint of spooky in this chapter... maybe not?? XD Chapter 57 is currently available on the CLAMP-net’s YouTube Channel. Also check out @meimi-haneoka's post on the latest chapters for EN-JPN differences because they're always important to note.

Links for previous chapter reactions can be found here.

Live Play-by-Read Reactions

Momo! Kero! Suppi!! They look amazing together in color!!

Ooooh we are opening this chapter with some story!!

Probably Naoko's script but knowing CCS it's probably 90% true to what is actually happening.

That cat... might be very significant.

There's a "cat-motif" for this story segment too... I'm convinced the cat is important.

Red Queen...?

Naoko confirmed magician??? XD

Ohhhh Kero-chan possibly knows about the Clock book?

CLOW!

CLOWW!!

Actually why am I surprised... if Kero has seen it, it's probably likely.

BUT CLOW!!!

Achieve the impossible... ; w;

CLOWWWW ! ! ! !

Wow this Book is... sentient OuO

I wonder if Clow's own book was made based on this... or idk.

Talk to it... again?

OMGSH IS THIS THE VOICEE?

THE VOICE that's spoken to Sakura before going "you can not/no longer return??"

Sakura's gonna be Alice!!

And no one's more happier than Tomoyo ^^

LOL that's what you're worried about Syaoran?? Tomoyo will get everything down even if she has to deploy drones--totally not out of her budget and abilities, hehe.

Waaahhhh that exchange between Akiho and Kaito TuT

That scene with Kaito's hand though... had to pause there for a sec.

Kaito... >_<

~ * ~

Thoughts

Connections are coming together and it is confirmed that Clow Reed has indeed encountered this Book. But wow, this Book must be serious business for it to be "forbidden" and also have some kind of will of its own that it can choose to go (choose another owner) and also do things like "not wanting to be seen". In fact, the Clow/Sakura Book seems to resemble it in design, and the Clow/Sakura cards are similar in the sense that they each have their own personality and will and such too. Just gonna throw a very out-there theory that (1) this Book is very old, like even Clow made the Clow Cards/Book and (2) Clow fashioned the Clow Book based on this Book maybe just maybe he did something extra and there's still something about the Clow-now-Sakura Cards we don't know yet.

I know it may seem "too obvious" and that it can be a red herring, but how can I not think of TRC/Holic and Yuuko when they talk about something that Clow couldn't make possible? This makes me feel sad... and speaking of sad... poor Kaito. He's literally just hanging in there by sheer force and will. Will he survive this series?? I'm kinda fearful of him meeting a tragic end (and Akihoooo ; w;)... the other alternatives is that he ends up in some magical coma or something TuT

And just one last thing @meimi-haneoka brought up a really good analysis of Sakura in her post about this chapter regarding Sakura really coming out of her comfort zone and "trusting her instincts" and I agree it's great character development for her!! As much as the people around her want to help her and protect her, her powers are growing immensely and it's very important that she herself grows into that role of a magician. Very glad that she's becoming more confident, trusting her instincts and going right in!! You can do it Sakura!!!

[behunted]

                               LEONETTE  ‘ LEON ‘  MONROE   :   AESTHETICS OF THE GODS

APHRODITE       laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO       glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

ARES      armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

ARTEMIS       keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

ATHENA   discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes  

DEMETER       soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

DIONYSUS         drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

HEPHAESTUS    sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

HERA   resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain , loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

HERMES     devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

POSEIDON    storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

ZEUS   thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

[behunted]

NAME // leonette monroe . NICKNAME // the huntress, leon, leonie . GENDER // cis female . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION // pansexual . PREFERRED PET NAMES // sweetheart . RELATIONSHIP STATUS // single . FAVORITE CANON SHIP(S) //  excuse me this is a house of god . FAVORITE NON-CANON SHIP(S) //  leon / everyone, lmao . OPINION ON TRUE LOVE // fake news .  you fall in love and you work on that relationship to maintain it .  there’s no true love or soulmates . OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT // just because you saw someone you want to screw doesn’t make it love . HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY // generally, she is not that romantic .  she has very brief moments where she will act affectionate, but she doesn’t go out of her way with romantic sentiments .  that sort of stuff can make her pretty uncomfortable . IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS // athletic builds, she’s active and likes people who can keep up with her . scars are attractive, as are tattoos .  if you look like a lumberjack then she might be giving you the eye at some point .   IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS // intelligent .  nature lover . confidence helps a lot .  she likes people who are dominate, even if that means she’ll clash with them at times .  she likes the challenge . UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS // don’t be overly prim and proper looking and we gucci . UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS // arrogance .  generally acting like a jackass . IDEAL DATE // prior to the cult, just getting a beer with someone and maybe going on a walk afterwards would be ideal .  she doesn’t date anymore since she joined eden’s gate . DO THEY HAVE A TYPE // you saw my lumberjack comment . AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH // couple of months give or take .  her longest relationship was with her high school sweetheart . PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY // running her hand along someone’s arm . COMMITMENT LEVEL //  she’s supposed to be committed to god right now, sorry . OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION // doesn’t care for it .  she prefers to be affectionate in private . PAST RELATIONSHIPS // sean, lydia, and eddie in that order .

tagged by: the loml @gcdsaved tagging: YOU THE BEAUTIFUL BITCH READING THIS.

[behunted]

ANON. PFF. why did leon join the cult ? did she know jacob beforehand, or did she meet him after joining ? was it like - you need a hunter ? alright. or was she promoted to that after earning trust / showing her skill ?

first, leonette is a hope county native. her family has been farming there for generations. after the death of her father, her mother was quite lost and found her way into joseph seed’s congregation pretty early on after the seed family arrived in hope county. her mother would get her to come to a few of his sermons and leonette just got sucked into the whole thing. charismatic dude that joseph seed is. 

she knew jacob vaguely prior to joining, the same with the rest of the seeds. she’d see them around town and all that. and would hear about them from others. she really didn’t meet them formally until her mother dragged her in front of them.

started from the bottom now we here. she earned her way to hunter status. she grew up hunting game with her dad in whitetail mountains. she joined the army straight out of high school, so she has four years of military training under her belt. and when she came home from serving, she promptly landed a job as a whitetail park ranger. so, she had a lot of the necessary skills that resulted in her moving her way up the ladder.

thank you for the questions, bb! ❤

[behunted]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.

bold/italicise what you apply to your muse. tagged by : stole it from the lovely @doggedpride tagging : Y O U .

DEFENSIVENESS :

arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE :

hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to bridge of nose // pursed lips, knitted brows

SUSPICION :

arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION :

open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on edge of chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders, droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE :

hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY :

chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION :

short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // rubbing hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow // shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales