TERRIBLE FATHER :

[ shoot ] your muse shooting my muse anywhere ((pull the fuckin trigger angel))

you were scared. that’s why you did it. he told you you didn’t have the guts. but you did. someone had to stand up for you, and it was you. you wanted change. you didn’t want to be like him. but when you pull the trigger, you hear his laugh. you don’t know if it’s in your head or not. the bullet doesn’t go entirely through, it’s lodged in his shoulder. you didn’t want to kill him. you still loved him. he was all you had left in terms of family.

He knew it was a far cry to offer the other his assistance. But he still tried. Elpis was hell for Jack. The man had literally been branded by a Vault symbol. No one else seemed concerned about the man, not even himself. So the double was trying to take it upon himself to help him.

He wasn’t branded. He still resembled what Jack had looked like before. The double had no idea what that may do psychologically to Jack. Right now he was only concerned with trying to help him.

jack's foot jiggles as he keeps his gaze on anything other than chelsea. his arms are crossed over his chest and he has not spoken a single word. an hour passes with nothing from him and he finally checks his watch, ' well, it's been an hour, i'm going to leave now. this has been /great/. '

He knew he was just asking to be shot. But maybe that was what he wanted. Day after day he could feel himself becoming more distant, less caring. Blaming others, hurting others. The whole reason he had wandered into Jack’s office right now was because he had caught himself strangling someone. Thankfully he stopped before he killed them, but he was well aware that others hadn’t been so lucky.

Tim felt like he was losing himself. The line between Timothy and Jack was blurring. It terrified him. 

surprisingly, his mask is abandoned on his penthouse coffee table. of course only angel had the security codes to the penthouse, and she was catching her father coming out of the shower. he was already in sweats and a ratty old hyperion shirt with a towel thrown over his head. the hypertrophic scarring of the vault symbol is in blatant view and mismatched eyes flick angrily up to angel when she comes in before the expression melts into shock and dare she say....fear?

before you looked at your father, you saw the mask, and you were immediately struck by fear. you knew he wore it, you never found out why, but you knew he wore a mask at all times. but now, the reason was clear, right in front of you. a blue vault symbol branded into his skin. he looked scared when he looked at you. you were scared too, scared of his reaction if he saw your own scars, especially the one a few inches above your ear; the placement of the ports that used to be there. that’s why you’d left, honestly, to get them out. and, if you paid someone enough, they’d do anything. you learned that was really true today.

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

    it was a mistake to attempt to phasewalk.  she howls, the agony piercing through her like a thousand needles directly into her neck and along every sliver and curl of her tattoos.   yet her hands still clawed and gripped at the collar around her neck that was sucking her dry with each surge of power that went through her, completely fuelled by the rage that burned her up inside.   she took every means, every measure to try and get out, get this... this thing off of her neck, but her defiance is punished every time with a fresh load of those needles making her screams echo off the walls.  ❝ –    get it... GET IT-- OFF!                                                                         ARRGH--  ❞

@handsomcsthcro || meme || accepting!{h e y i started SOBBING because this is s o soft ;; tim adores jack} 

Tim’s arms were tight around JACK, face buried in his shoulder as he merely just held onto him. A quick cuddle session? More like an excuse to simply bask in attention and then give it right back ten times over. He sighed heavily, fingers brushing through JACK’S hair gently, the action having become so monotonous that the doppelganger himself thought that he’d doze off. 

It wasn’t until he felt the other’s breathing grow steady that he pulled away just enough to look at JACK’S face, eyes widening and a soft grin adorning his face.