#ennobledsinner

    The moment John had heard news about a church convoy ambushing the Velvet Dagger he’d left his ranch to visit the main church compound. While John hadn’t coordinated the raid he’d made it explicitly clear to his men not to kill the owner of the bar and where they are to take her if she’s injured.

     He pulls the green tent fold back and ducks inside. There Mairwen is, laying in one of the many cots that stretch down the length of the medical tent. He bites back his witticism as he approaches her bed, finding a seat on the empty cot adjacent hers.

    “Those look painful.” John says, nodding towards the red grazes across her forehead. She has bits and pieces of broken glass in her hair. Dirt. He brings a hand up to stroke his beard in thought. At least she wasn’t killed. “Did they burn the bar? For the record, I didn’t send them. But I did warn you.”

She counted off notes in her head, arms crossed as she tapped her fingers in time to their placement on the strings. Small, familiar movements. The same song she’d been learning the first time she’d found herself in a hospital bed. She wouldn’t call it comforting.

But it was something.

She wasn’t surprised when John ended up there, perched on the cot beside her. She didn’t bother looking at him, barely even listening to his words. For a long moment, she barely even acknowledged him. Not until she finished the song she was keeping time to. Eventually, she sighed, pushing herself up into a sitting position and looking at him, her expression blank. Dead-eyed.

❝Explosion, actually.❞  She corrected. Whether it had meant to simply be burning it down or... Something like this, she didn’t know. And didn’t care. She’d still been on the edge of the blast radius when they did it and before they dragged her away.  ❝In the kitchen. Rick wasn’t in, luckily. Just me. Closing up for the night.❞

“Oh, you haven’t seen the picture going around, John? Here, I’ll be kind enough to share with you. It is amazing what they can do with photoshop these days.”Hands him the picture with the deepest satisfaction he can manage. 

too lazy to link it but its a mun meme thing

3. my first muse was for the anime; naruto. it was the female version of sasuke. yes i was once a big weeb. don’t @ me on it. i’m embarrassed to this day. 

12. there’s a few, but i just feel like i wouldn’t do them justice. i used to rp as meredith grey from grey’s anatomy but stopped; i miss that muse. i’ve also want to write jackson avery from the same show  HAVE ICONS MADE FOR HIM just...havent made the blog. faith seed. etc. i just dont have a lot of confidence in myself to really go after any of those characters.

22. y’all gonna get some fucking love from me.

@badwclv - shanti. AN AMAZING WRITER! i’m so lucky to able to write with them! their jacob gives me fucking life. first person i ever got to really interact with in the far cry fandom ( if my memory is correct. ) and how lucky and grateful i am that you gave me & liz a chance to write with you! i’m so thankful. shanti literally has my WHOLE FUCKING HE A R T ! ! !  !

@antibuttons paige, my wife, the love of my life, the felix to my marzia. coraline jones is honestly a fucking amazing character and has so much development i cry anytime i see her on my dash. and y’all can tell paige puts her fucking heart & soul into coraline. like if ME & CORA WERE IN A BURNING BUILDING; SHE’D GRAB CORALINE IMMA BE REAL WITH Y’ALL!!! but, of course, my opinion is biased bc i fucking love paige and coraline and would honestly sacrifice all of u for these two.

@rabbitsolver - OF COURSE MY OTHER LOVELY WIFE!?!?!? YOU!!!!! whenever you get muse for a new character, you so quick to catch their personality and portray them so???? beautifully!?!?!? honestly y’all FOLLOW MY WIFE!!! F O L L O W!! you & paige have been with me since i started this blog maybe even before on my ellie blog from tlou. but like, you two will always come first??? because you guys have supported me, continue to support me and i’m just so lucky to have you guys here. 

@ennobledsinner - Z A F F ! ! ! !  ! ! YOU! ! !! OH MY GOSH! guys, zaff here? is a fucking MVP!!!! i’d give my life for YOU!!!! your john is the first one i’ve been so grateful to be able to interact with! the way you write? just has me in love! it’s detailed and just feels SO PERSONAL! really makes me want to just tell u to write ur own book imma be real. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR ART! it’s so beautiful and the way you draw anatomy has me crying scoobs. THE COLORING! OH! I L I V E FOR THE COLORING! I LOVE LOOKING AT YOUR ART AND JUST ADMIRING IT!!!! garsh scooobs!!!!! 

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She had absolutely had her parents back at the decision to not sell their shop. It was something they worked hard to build so many years ago and to keep. Sure the shop had seen better days and they needed to make repairs but she grew up here, she spent more time in their shop than she did at home. John’s harassment was absolutely infuriating, and when her parents told her they were afraid of him, well she decided to step in and handle things herself.

‘I am giving your folks a choice here,...’

Her fists her clenched at her side and her jaw was clenched. Bullshit. If it weren’t for the armed cultists behind him she’d of punched his stupid fucking smile off his face. “You’re such a fucking asshole, John.” She didn’t want to see this place owned by someone else, but she didn’t want her parents dead and this place burnt to the ground. Choose the lesser of two evils. 

i’m actually too lazy to link the meme OOHDSDHSOHFHG

she can’t help the small sniffle that escapes her. evelyn lets her legs dangle off the leather couch, staring at the fireplace, she holds the stuffed animal close, cheeks red. “i-i want my mu--mum..” evie whispers, hiccuping between breaths from the crying she did earlier as she stares at allen & hannah inform john of what happened. a member of the resistance tried to grab evelyn, saying how an eight year old doesn’t belong in a...what did he say? a... cu...cult? 

that she doesn’t belong in a cult. 

when her mum had tried to reach for her...evie isn’t sure what happened next, but there was blood coming from her mum’s leg.

as john kneels to meet evie’s gaze, she can’t help the quiver in her bottom lip and the urge to lunge forward and hug him. but she feels frozen in place as he speaks, there’s a small sob that comes from her and she brings the teddy bear closer, shaking. 

   She’s been passed between a few people now, idle in her watchings of land sliding past the window. From one town to another Nadia hasn’t found any reason to stay in them. Life around here was different from what she had become accustomed to, the next nearby city her goal in mind. Though, how long it was going to take to actually get there was a mystery. 

   Being dropped off in yet another shitty little gas station, Nadia hasn’t found anyone that was willing to take her the shortest route where she wanted to be. It was an odd thing, to see hints of fear in the eyes of men who drove trucks big enough they wouldn’t be able to pass through a drive through. What a way to prove that size mattered not.

   After some expletives tossed over her shoulder, and coat fastened, she takes matters into her own hands. Starting down the dirt road she makes sure to stay as close to the shoulder as possible. With no posted speed limit people went what they felt was reasonable, which more often than not, was not reasonable at all. Getting run over wasn’t on her to-do list.

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