#bleedingiism

for shame

Sam had tried to put off going into town for supplies, even to the point where she had waited till the fridge was empty and other necessities were gone as well. That had last a whole but two days before she had finally given up which accompanied a frustrated groan and a muttered curse under her breath when she had used the last roll of paper towels to clean up a spill from a cup of coffee she had carelessly knocked over by accident as she was moving about.  She just hated going into an area with people that badly. Fortunately, though she still had some money left over from her last mercenary work. But even that would disappear after this trip which was a heavy reminder that she might have to suck it up and go look for work again. That made her demon happy but it didn’t help her out none. So with reluctance, she packed the camper up, grabbed the keys and drove towards the nearest town about 50 miles from where she had been situated. Half way there her eyes caught the gas meter on her vehicle and another frustrated groan left her when she realized the needle was almost on empty as well.

It seems everything had just piled up through the weeks.

If something else happened and she was going to stay in town longer than need be there was a great chance she would break and probably murder some poor fool who was in her way.

Sighing she just tried to focus more on the radio playing something she had never heard before while tapping her left foot against the weathered floor in beat until an after another 30 min went by and she was finally on the outskirts of the woods. The grocery store stood before her as well as the small town and at least she was thankful it seemed rather dead today. No body was out and about like a typical Thursday but maybe it was also because it was still pretty early.

What ever.

Getting out and stuffing the wadded money into her pocket she locked the door to her only home and then proceeded to also shove the keys in the same pocket while glaring at the offending store in front of her.

If only eating wasn't something she needed to do.

In the parking lot there were a few cars so the place was pretty empty but just as she was about to cross the road and make a beeline inside to grab what she needed the sound of a dog barking caught her attention.  Stopping before the edge of the road she glanced around just as her eyes caught sight of a dog rushing around and sniffing at her van excitedly and even so much as pissing on one of her tires.

On a normal occasion that would piss her off, but she had just a small spot where dogs were the only thing she loved and could tolerate. Unlike humans, dogs didn't betray you.

" Hey buddy, are ya lost?" She said in a voice that cracked a bit from years of never sounding this well... happy before. Even a rare smile played on her face as she knelt down and reached out a hand to the dog in a non-threatening gesture.

The dog seemed to notice her and its tail wagged some more before it walked over with a small bark and allowed Sam to pet it.

" Aren't you a sweet lil' thing. Do ya belong to anybody?" She asked it despite knowing that dogs can not talk.

The dog, obviously, didn't say anything but barked again happily and licked at her hand while she petted the cute thing and remained unaware of someone walking towards her.

@bleedingiism @mydadstomjones

iiii maaaade trainer cards

for jeremy i got him cute but deadly team combo and a jet in the form of small doggo.

angel’s is under the cut

His throat protested, but he spoke anyway. “D-...D’ya k-know where he is..?” Parker’s voice strained and crackled, stressed from the yelling, crying and likely dehydration. “Is..i-is he okay..?”

{💙} Did this guy just call him ‘sweet cheeks’? A small stutter came from the Medic at first, eyes widened from behind the mask. A few seconds of processing soon leads to him giving the other an annoyed glare.

Past Muses

His teeth ground together in concentration, wild hawk-like eyes glring holes at the helicopter as one of his men brought it down. While those still alive ducked for cover, he stood in place, watching as the metal contraption crash-landed, spitting sparks and fire. Had that finally been enough to snuff Snow White’s fire?

No. 

Of fucking course not.

Squinting past the smoke and debris, Vaas could see a lone figure pulling himself from the wreckage, panting and breathing heavily as smoke began to fill his lungs. Vaas’ men stood back in fear, cowering as the pirate lord began to approach. Brody hacked up some blood, laying limp, on his back, in the grass as he fought to catch his breath.

Of all the fuckers to come to this island, of all the FUCKERS here, it had to be this white boy that ended up being the biggest pain in his side. With talented fingers, he took the safety off his pistol, watching as Jason’s eyes fluttered to him. His chest began to rise and fall in hurried breaths, trying to force his body to move.

But the shit couldn’t.

He crouches down beside him, narrowing those dangerous eyes down at this little fucking asshole. And Jason stared back; Vaas could see the rage and anger bubbling up past those brown eyes.