#brokenweapon

[strongerthanaman]

@broken-weapon continued from x.

Melinda had already ordered several agents to go after the people responsible. As well as to make sure they brought the individual who specifically hurt him to her for her own sense of justice. “Good. Don’t you dare think of dying on me Phil,” she growled at him. 

[mistakeiwontmaketwice]

⧗@seesbetterfromadistance & @broken-weapon⧗

[MMS: Work Things] If I make dinner would either of you be up to pretending we’re friends?  [MMS: Work Things] Would it help if I mentioned it’s my birthday and I’ll like to not be alone?

[greengreasehog]

"So you're dating an alternate of yourself. That's a little narcissistic, don't you think?"

“First of all; im datin’ two other scourges, getcha facts straight. 

Second of all; have you ever taken a good long look at my blog? I am DRIPPING narcissism. I’m marinated in it. 

Third of all; if a sonic counts as my alternate, then im datin’ three of my alternates.

‘a little narcissistic’ pffft”

[apparentlyimbullshit]

He hadn’t honestly been expecting anyone, especially not this late in the day, but he’d seen the head lights pulling into his driveway, so he watched for a moment to see if it was just turn around. Turns out it wasn’t. It was a nice car, but nothing was setting off the cloister bells in his head yet. Hawkins Lab had been shut down, so no one had a reason to be coming for him. Everything had settled down right? Eleven had closed the Gate, things had been fine, calm even.

He heard the person get out of the car, and he knew the walk length by heart. So by the time he reached the door, the person would be reaching the porch. Seven unlocks the door and begins to slowly open it. “Hi there, can I--” he felt like a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat. He knew the government types when he saw them, he’s spent his life being observed by them. Seven had to forcefully swallow the lump in his throat as he looks at the other wide eyed. Did they find out? Did they know? A trembling hand white knuckles the door now. “S-Sorry... how c-can I help you?” he forces. “I’m afraid my folks aren’t home at the moment if you’re looking for them.” Seven was 18 now, but that was besides the point.

a starter for @broken-weapon

[infinitejackal]

brokenweapon replied to your photoset “so i just arrived home and my Tomy Infinite figure arrived in the...”

[ Fuck I need him. Time to save my money. ]

i hope you can pick him up eventually!!

it’s pretty wild seeing him in person as an actual...real official toy? i hope he gets more merch down the line

i desire a jackal collection...

[orbviously]

I WANT YOUR PSYCHO YOUR VERTIGO

    STICK                                        DICK

[projectlightfox]

“Do you want the honest answer or just the smart ass one?”

There’s a flurry of deep laughter as the werehybrid high tails it as far as he can from Khali. He had to make the comment and didn’t even mind getting playfully crack with a tail.

[strongerthanaman]

In the Academy|| Closed

@grinchy-weapon​

“What are you doing Phil? Your form is all wrong,” Melinda chuckled as she watched him. 

[seesbetterfromadistance]

@broken-weapon​  continued from here 

Without memories to guide him, without a sense of himself Clint is in part a shell of the man that he once was, uncertainty clear in his expression as he takes a steady breath before leaning his head back against the wall. Oddly enough he knows what he likes, he has both practical and tactical skills, but no basis for his preferences. It’s why he’s found himself up on the roof, seeking the sanctuary it’s always provided him.

“Sorry to disappoint.” It’s soft, dismissive in manner that isn’t intended to be rude but could be construed as such. “No offense, everyone keeps asking but I can’t remember shit. Somehow I can look at anything out there and now how to fire at it with a bow, I can tell you that I like coffee because I had some earlier, I can tell you how many exit points I have from here. But ask me my birthday, where I’m from, anything else, It’s just… blank.”

[agentsterling]

SHIELD Secret Santa - 12 Days of SHIELDmas - Day 10

@shieldshawk featuring @broken-weapon again!

[mistakeiwontmaketwice]

@broken-weapon

You liked the post. Does that mean that you’d like to do the thing with me? I wonder if we could convince anyone to join us. What do you think?

[crueltymade]

infinite:   *is a terrible person to Khali* me:

[mobian-merc]

brokenweapon replied to your post: “I TOOK INFINITE’S VIRGINITY!!”

“NO ONE ASKED FOR THAT INFORMATION.”

“Gorgeous! Perfec’ timin’! D’ya know what’a bedswerver is?”

[greengreasehog]

💭 - Favorite foods? ✏ - Random fact about yourself. 😈 - Are you a freak?

“Big spicy meat dishes. 

I may hate everything about my fuck all ‘dad’ but i fucking love his brother. My uncle is the SHIT. shit i hope he’s still kicking around Moebius…

Dunno. Guess that depends on who’s got me in their bed that night. I like to cater to my partners.”

[projectlightfox]

     “I’m gonna kick dat metal soccer ball inta da strat-o-sphere...”

     “What are you talking about pumpkin?” Someone was a little busy handling some personal business to see what had upset his daughter.

[strongerthanaman]

Married in Vegas|| Closed

@broken-weapon continued from x.

When Melinda woke up, she realized she couldn’t remember what had happened the night before. She noticed Phil sleeping next to her and smiled softly at him. She stretched a little and noticed something on her right hand. She stared at the ring and pieced together what must have happened. She woke up Phil and watched him noticed the ring on his own finger. 

“My mother is going to kill us,” she said with a sigh, smiling a little though.