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wynterdavenport

sagavenator:

Send me ✉ and I’ll randomly generate a
text message you’ll get from my muse.

[Text: Wyn]: How much are you attached to this plant you gave me?

[Text: Hunter of my Heart] The little tea rose I gave you?

[Text: Hunter of my Heart] I’m partial to it, why?

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[Text- Murphy Sent: 12:34 pm] Hey, I have a question. [Text- Murphy Sent: 12:34 pm] What are the chances of getting a lesson in firearms? [Text- Murphy Sent: 12:35] I know it's a weird request, but I can pay.
wynterdavenport

sortalike7-eleven:

sortalike7-eleven:

[text to: Wynter] When you said you wanted to hunt down Nessie, I didn’t think you meant it like that.

Following Wynter out to her car, Murphy’s thoughts were wrapped up on how strange this was, to be doing this without Connor. They were two separate people of course, but more often than not, they were a single unit, two sides of the same coin and it was rare that they did anything major without the other. Though, Murphy wanted to help out Wynter, and ensure that she was safe, and felt that way, too.

He didn’t pay that much attention to the car as he got into it, it just was what it was. Murphy wasn’t much on driving, so cars weren’t that big of a draw on his attention, either. Immediately, he had to catch himself not to shift in the seat, or put his feet up. She might actually care about her car — and he looked over to her at the question, “No’ matter ta me.” He answered with a small shrug.

Wynter kept scrolling, chuckling softly as she hit the Dropkick Murphy’s section on her mp3 player. Now that would be an interesting choice, wouldn’t it? Death metal? No, that’d be a bit much…She kept scrolling until she hit her classical folders, selecting a Verdi album.

With windows down and music up, Wyn set out, heading for the range. Thank god for gps. “Ever been to a proper range before?” she asked. 

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         ”I’m dying.” 

He hadn’t even been entirely aware of his own self reason for telling her. Murphy wasn’t looking for help with it, or any long drawn out goodbyes. It simply was his time, and the Lord was calling him. That was it.

Still, as Wynter stepped closer, the ardent promise on her lips, he couldn’t help but give her a soft look. He knew of her abilities, and if there was anything to be done, she could probably be the one he’d turn to. “S’jus’ m’time.” He told her, a small shake of his head. “Can ye promise me somethin’ though?”

But it didn’t have to be his time…He was her friend, she didn’t want him to accept this fate. She wanted him to give her the okay, the go ahead to try to do something about this…But no…no, he seemed completely at peace with what had been handed to him, so she had no choice but to honor his wishes, even if her inner self screamed at her to act.

"O-Of course." she replied, voice soft and shaking. "Anything."

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{strolls in with a box of extremely old medical journals} Anyone interested in these? /pick a plaguedoctor and throw them at me, I'm open for anyone ;D /
wynterdavenport

plague-doctor-priest:

plague-doctor-priest:

*And instantly Wynter is tackled by at least six greedy Doctors*

—ahah no but seriously—

Syd strolled up, a bounce to his step and an interested gleam in his eyes—
"What’cha got there?" He questioned, peering over the side of the box.

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"Oohh, they’re definitely gonna get some love here. You given’ ‘em away, or just lettin’ us look for now?" He asked, picking up two of the books in each hand to look over the titles, trying to decide where to start.

"Giving them away. I’d rather see them go to a loving home than sit on the shelf where no one spares them more than a glance." she replied, shrugging. She knew this had been the right place to take these books. Not only would they get the love they needed, they would be well treated as well, something that was more than a little important to the book seller.

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{strolls in with a box of extremely old medical journals} Anyone interested in these? /pick a plaguedoctor and throw them at me, I'm open for anyone ;D /
wynterdavenport

plague-doctor-priest:

wynterdavenport:

plague-doctor-priest:

*And instantly Wynter is tackled by at least six greedy Doctors*

—ahah no but seriously—

Syd strolled up, a bounce to his step and an interested gleam in his eyes—
"What’cha got there?" He questioned, peering over the side of the box.

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Wynter offered a smile, lowering the box a bit to reveal extremely old tomes. “Medical journals from the sixth and seventh century.” she replied. “Think there are a few in there from the Victorian era, too. I didn’t have a use for them any more, so I figured I’d bring them here.”

"Mmm, you brought them to the right place." Seth rubbed his hands together, licking his lips before tapping his foot. "You can set ‘em down." He sat on his haunches, the beak of his mask—that he often chose not to wear at the Parties—brushing the ground. "Damn, where’d you get all these anyway?”

She chuckled, nodding. “So it’d seem.” she replied, carefully setting the box down so he might examine them. “From the shop. They’ve been sitting up in the one corner collecting dust for ages. I decided they needed some love, thus I brought them here.”

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{strolls in with a box of extremely old medical journals} Anyone interested in these? /pick a plaguedoctor and throw them at me, I'm open for anyone ;D /
wynterdavenport

plague-doctor-priest:

*And instantly Wynter is tackled by at least six greedy Doctors*

—ahah no but seriously—

Syd strolled up, a bounce to his step and an interested gleam in his eyes—
"What’cha got there?" He questioned, peering over the side of the box.

image

Wynter offered a smile, lowering the box a bit to reveal extremely old tomes. “Medical journals from the sixth and seventh century.” she replied. “Think there are a few in there from the Victorian era, too. I didn’t have a use for them any more, so I figured I’d bring them here.”

kecrambles:

heterophobicgoat:

stupidandreckless:

NOOOO NO NO NONO FUCK FUCK  FUCKIG CBS IS TELLING WOMEN NOT TO REPORT SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE IT WILL “DAMAGE THEIR CAREERS” and “HARASSMENT IS AN UNFORTUNATE PART OF CLIMBING THE LADDER” I AM SO ANGRY THEY ARE LITERALLY TURNING SEXUAL HARASSMENT INTO A NORM THIS IS NOT OKAY

This is an actual article and I’m still having a hard time believing it’s real.

are you even fucking kidding me, this is so unbelievable that i thought it was going to be a parody at first

thegirlwithagun:

WHEN YOU WANT TO SHIP THE THING BUT YOU DON’T KNOW IF YOUR PARTNER WANTS TO SHIP THE THING

Send me, “Empty Pockets,” For something my muse caries at all times.

It’s sorta like The Sixth Sense but with less Bruce Willis || Sortalike7eleven

sortalike7-eleven:

With Greenly and Rocco’s antics distracting him, Murphy felt his heart lighten, just seeing them goof off again. There was no pain, no bullet wounds that marred the echo of them. It was simply them, as they were. Weakly chuckling at their jokes, he couldn’t help but fall silent as his Da spoke. Blue eyes settled on the ethereal form of him again. Part of Murphy felt guilty for wanting him to stay there and linger. These souls should be at rest, not following him and his brother around. And even if there was no moment for that - at least Connor should’ve been there to see them as well. 

Pushing down all his thoughts as he heard Wynter warn about time, Murphy glanced over to her, suddenly aware of how much this was taking out of her. She looked weak, like she was about to pass out. His brow furrowed, understanding that this must be hard on her. There would have to be a way that he could sincerely thank her for this, afterwards.

His father’s words made him focus back on the trio, a sense of urgency pulsing through the conversation now. To hear that Noah was proud of them, rendered Murphy speechless. The lump in his throat returned and all he could do was nod a little, his mouth opening to speak but no sound coming out. He may have been proud, but Murphy still felt guilty for each of their deaths. It may not have been the real case, and they may not have seen it that way, but he simply couldn’t help it.

"I miss ye." He finally got out, his voice soft, "All o’ ye."

Noah nodded knowingly. Oh, he was all too aware of how badly his sons missed him, the comedy duo behind him, how guilty they felt over their deaths. At least now he had a chance to speak with one of them, though ideally he would have liked Connor and Murphy here for this. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers. 

"I know, lad." he said softly, moving till he was standing before his son, a ghostly hand resting on Murphy’s shoulder. "But we’re always here f’ye both." he added.

Rocco laughed at that. “Well, two of us anyways. Lover boy here likes to pop out and ‘check’ on Eunice. Nice pair of legs on her.” he mused, earning a punch from Greenly.

"Ey, don’t be talkin’ about her like that." Greenly warned, ready to punch Rocco again if need be. No one talked about his Eunice like that and got away with it. The former detective looked to Murph, offering one of his goofy smiles. "Do me a favor? Find Eunice, tell her that it’s all gunna work out an’ give her a kiss for me?" he asked, his tone hopeful. 

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sortalike7-eleven

sortalike7-eleven:

wynterdavenport:

112.

"What sort of noise was that?”

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Okay. So it wasn’t exactly traditional bagpipes. Nor any sort of rendition that was worth listening to. But the opportunity was so golden to pull that sort of prank, that Murphy couldn’t help it. Letting out a laugh, the Irishman brought his hand to cover his mouth, doing a very poor job of hiding his amusement.

"Go on, laugh it up. This only means that you’ve set yourself up for payback, sir." she commented, arms crossing over her chest. Oh yes, someone would be waking up to bubblegum pop for the next week or so, rest assured. 

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Target Acquired || xoruzhiye

xoruzhiye:

               There was explosions sounding through the air — and the asset moved his way forward. Slow calculated steps took in every surrounding - every civilian and cataloged them away for another time - when the target was in his vision — body flying down to the pavement due to the planted distraction he was locked on, weapon already loaded.

          Only so much was known of the target — though she was a woman that Hydra wanted eradicated for the sake of their future— the good of the mission, and the perfection to the society that he was lectured would be just the right path to take.

   His feet held no hesitation in landing on the nearest vehicle, gun pointed with an explosive device connected. It could be done — a fight to bare arms, ready - willing, and prepared to take out the target without thought, previously content with the name and dossier and soon enough and he would end her life - for the good of Hydra — and move on.

    Throughout the smoke of the weaponized grenade launch — the asset hopped off of the vehicle, landing perfectly on two heavy sets of feet and made his way over the short fence to separate the street and the cafe in which his target had landed on. He could have waited for the smoke to clear — the moment in which he needed to take one single shot to the head - however, it seemed that much easier to do nothing more than to send a barrage of bullets in the direction forcing the civilians to pave the way for their own freedom.

   ”Переместить в" he spoke into the mic connecting him to the other Hydra members — directing them to close off the area.
               There would be no escape — no survival as far as the asset was concerned, and he had no intention on leaving a survival in his wake if need be.

The disheveled woman managed to pull herself off of the ground just as the first of the explosions went off, the force of which caused the young woman to stagger and nearly fall back on her ass. Seriously, what the heel was going on? First she gets hit by a motorcycle and now explosions?  Had she woken up in some sort of alternate universe or was this all a twisted dream? No…couldn’t be a dream, her aching everything told her that and the alternate reality was utterly impossible.

People were screaming, running away from the now destroyed roadway and the explosions that continued to shake the earth. Running…probably a good idea, a sane idea even as staying there seemed like the worst possible decision at that point in time. 

Smoke began to clear, revealing at least a dozen men in dark uniforms, bulletproof vests with numerous weapons in tow. Yeah, that feeling that something was wrong that she’d gotten earlier? It was about one hundred times stronger now. Something told her these men were not damage control, that they weren’t the good guys. No, this wasn’t going to end well.

Pale eyes darted behind her, checking to see if she could run off in that direction, try to escape…No such luck. She was trapped, circled in by heavily armed troops. So….were they here for her? Why the hell would they be here for her? What could she have possible done that would warrant this sort of action? The worst she’d ever done was pirate a dvd…Hadn’t even been a very good dvd, but that was beside the point….

She was scared at this point. Scared and injured, her body still not quite over the whole getting hit by a motorcycle thing. A plan….that’s what she needed right now, she needed a plan. Her mind told her to run, but logic said that these guys would just shoot her…Well, they’d probably do that anyway, but she had a feeling that they’d just pick her off faster if she tried to make a break for it.  Although…if she got them to focus somewhere other than where she was running, maybe she’d have a chance…

Trying to hang onto any shred of calm that she had left, Wynter  rolled up her sleeves. Bloody hell, her hands were shaking like leaves, her nerves and fears starting to show as she slid the fabric up to reveal her pale forearms. Relying on her magic probably wasn’t the best plan, not even the second best, but it was all she had right now. She didn’t have a gun, stood no chance if she tried to make a break for it, so all she could do was whip out a few spells and hope for the best.

Heaven help her…

"This isn’t going to end well." she murmured, gathering up all of the strength she could. She had to act, had to do something. If she didn’t, they would and she wasn’t eager to deal with all of the bullets right now. "Mostly for you." she added, sort of hoping that the smack-talk would help with her nerves. 

The young woman held her hands before her, forcing her will and energy into a spell, The ground began to rumble and quake, the remnants of the pavement cracking and crumbling. Massive pillars of earth shot up from the ground, all aimed at those blocking her escape route. She could only hope that it worked…

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I want the K ((:D:D:D))
plague-doctor-priest

It wasn’t often that Wynter managed to get Priest into the kitchen with her, but for whatever reason, he’d totally agreed to help her with a massive batch of cupcakes. She’d taken care of the baking part, leaving the frosting of the little cakes to her beloved. 

Wynter looked up from the batter she was mixing, a grin overtaking her features as she noticed that he’d managed to get frosting across his forehead, right cheek and his nose. Oh dear. Wyn set down the bowl and whisk, closing the distance between Priest and herself so she could pull him into her arms. “Hold still.” she chuckled, leaning in to kiss away the frosting on the tip of his nose.

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