#cracknoir

[dxsole]

a2 for didi!!!!

😤 GONNA WHACK YOU!!! 😤

Not Accepting. Also @cracknoir​

If she doesn’t get whatever she’s yelling about in 0.4 seconds, she’s gonna start biting!!!!

Also, sketch under the cut too bc I loved it lots!!!

[phencyclidinc]

@cracknoir​ || cont. 

     She didn’t know what to expect when it came to his reaction upon seeing her again, but it certainly wasn’t that. A small smile tipped her lips as she watched him excitedly bounce his way to her car. Touching her fist to his, Angel was a little surprised that he would inquire (or even remember) as to what she wrote on her note, but pleasantly so. “Yup.” Short and sweet. She was sure he, more than anyone, understood the underlying message there. 

“You look good yourself.” Her eyes darted over his face now that he was closer, wondering how much of what he’d been taking lately, and if he was eating even remotely healthy. “Sounds like business as usual. Get in.” Unlocking the doors, she checked her mirrors while he got in, easily falling back into the bodyguard routine she’d left behind, which had become second nature when she was around him.

“How’ve you been?” She asked, pulling out onto the street and following the familiar route, keeping an eye out for any sign of law enforcement. “Found someone else to watch your back, I’m hoping?”

[mcneyhoney]

@cracknoir

Unenthusiastic fists wrap against the wood, "c'mon -- Stef, open up," he stopped banging on the door when she yelled, forehead thumped against it instead.

"I know," he murmured, through a sigh. He slid down the door, sat on the floor. "It's what I'm best at, right? Fucking it all up," he should've been mad -- he wished he was still angry, but even when this all kicked off, all he felt was this fetid lump in his gut, "I was married, before us, for the best part of a decade," he didn't talk about the wedding ring on his bedside table, didn't talk about his daughters mother. "Thought I was different now," he thought he was better, thought his self-imposed icy exile would've done the trick, thought it would've cleared his mind. It didn't. Three years in Alaska feeling sorry for himself, wasted.

"I just keep making the same mistakes."    

      nothing turns her stomach quite like a man in the wrong. self pitying excuses, pleading for forgiveness or another chance  ---  it’s fucking pathetic. at least it was when luc would do it. this isn’t her first time backed into a corner with nothing but a rattling door between her and a world of hurt, but this is the first time she hasn’t sprinted to the other side of the room and desperately looked for a way out.  this time she’s ready for a fight, deep down knowing jimmy would never even dream of raising a hand to her and gaining herself a sick bravery from it. 

          when he bangs the door her fist thumps back in a furious retaliation, finding herself near disgusted that he would keep trying.   “ i don’t wanna hear no self pitying bullshit! you seemed pretty damn sure of yourself before, don’t think some sad boy act is gonna change my mind! “  

           she doesn’t  care  about his past or the ghosts that haunt him, not now, anyway. not when the first time this  marriage  is mentioned is to get him out of the dog house.  the more he speaks the more riled up she gets, smacking the door again.   “ if you  know  you make these mistakes why the fuck don’t you change?! i am not your therapist, i am not here to  fix you  or to forgive you and kiss it better when you fucking hurt me! “  

                the last word is punctuated by a kick to the door, one unplanned and unprepared for. the second her bare foot hits the door she cries out, mirroring jimmy and dropping to sit on the ground. 

[hammurabicomplex-a2]

❝    I NEED SOMETHING  EFFICIENT.     but discreet,  too.     preferably small enough to fit into a suitcase.    ❞      explosives are  his  area of expertise,   not hers,   but she sure has very specific demands for it.     a very high budget,   too,   but they’ll get to that once she’s certain he’s the right person for the job.       ❝    do you think you can do that?    ❞

@cracknoir​​   ;   ♡

[vihilum]

@cracknoir [ continued from here. ]

Jimmy and his soliloquies - the man loved to fucking talk. Sadie hardly minded. He never missed a beat, or a punchline. She liked his stories, she liked how he fought. She liked his face, she liked his smile. Stupid fucking smile. He was interesting. Frayed her nerves, got under her skin, crawled inside her head. But he kept things interesting. She leaned towards him - just close enough to steal the stick from him, placing stolen cigarette between her tiers. “Jimmy,” she inhaled, and grazed his jaw, exhaling the wisps of smoke against his lips, lips twitching into the faintest of smiles, “you really gotta ask?”

[dxsole]

Momentum is new— She had accessed and downloaded all the collective knowledge (and stupidity) of mankind into her hard drive but nothing could really explain what sand felt in your eyes. Or how warm air stuck to your skin— it felt like a yak was licking her face. Amazing.

She couldn’t wait until later, when she got to reshape the land...move mountains to point North and for her cyberspace aesthetic to change the dusty red landscape to a blinding magenta. Add two more moons to better illuminate the night— they pass a person on the road and there’s another spark of lightning, this time from Beatrix’s fingertips, something coming back to her through the bolt and leaving the human motionless in their wake. Collecting lifeforces was going to be pretty easy at this rate. 

In fact, there comes a stretch of peace and Beatrix is determined to break it— from her fingertips is static and light, a rainbow of colors extending to the dark heavens above, Beatrix giggling manically to herself— corpses turned into crystals, dead flesh becoming new. They were disjointed, sharp, each one a different hue of Lisa Frank proportions, but still... new life in a barren landscape.

She’ll come back for them later. 

Her internal clock didn’t work here unfortunately, but time passed just as quickly as it did in the digital world. No more ones and zeroes but air and wind and dirt and rain now flowed around her, and everything she touched turned to quartz as it flew by her— a cookie crumb trail of crystalline structures being the only indicator that something different than the perilous storm had passed through here—

"—Oh boy,” She clings to him a little tighter as they nearly spin out of control. Beatrix has seen what happens to these fragile human bodies when they get thrown from one of these things— even fully charged, she doesn’t want to know what a broken spine feels like. 

“Yeah, Speedracer. The aliens are underground. Deep underground...Basement level 23. You’ll need a key for the elevator...” There’s a pause for dramatic emphasis. “or, you know, a wicked awesome digital lady that can short out the security system.” She points to herself a grin. It’s her. She’s the wicked awesome digital lady.

dxspereaux​.

Her eyes roll dramatically. “You’re no fun.” It’s the end of the world, nothing is particularly fun anymore. Jimmy points out the wasteland and she’s already waving at him dismissively. “A shithole with potential— use your imagination, Jimmy doll.” 

Beatrix’s world had been her own making and soon the rest of the world would be the same. A new cyan and magenta painted world with all the lights and sound that she wanted, molding the remaining human into her own image…and have them all directly under her thumb. She’ll be their savior. Their goddess— and they’d do anything she pleased.

“I’m like Google on steroids.” She corrects. Wikipedia had issues, ahem, human error. “Oh, they have the best shit. I coulda told you that. They even have these big cannon things that—” She trails off with a giggle. “Aw, you’ll see when we get there— Also, if you call me that name again, I’ll blow your head up.” She gives him a little tap to his shoulder. “Ride on, cowboy! We’re goin’—” Beatrix pauses to align herself towards Area 51. “That a way!”

Her body aligned with the Groom lake base, Jimmy glanced in the direction she pointed, a wall of sandstorm stretched up into belching and grumbling sky – hidden by all the sand was a furious storm that had rages since the volcanoes erupted. It was warm now, humid, stickier, even at night. 

The bike kicked into action with a twist of his wrist and stamp of his ankle, the Harley roared into the storm. 

Everything was an earthy red in the storm, sparks of lightning swirling above them, in the clouds of dirt, illuminated their way. 

It took him a moment to notice what it was on the road when they passed. It was a person, crawling around on the gorund. Jimmy didn’t slow down. There were other things in the storm, things he thought he saw, things he hoped he didn’t. With reckless abandon, he drove blind, and yet his get guided him best – just continued in the direction.

They passed through the eye of the gigantic storm – and for a few miles everything was peaceful. Odd, but peaceful all the same. Corpses floated above their heads, suspended through strange atmospherics, Jimmy drove on. 

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been on the bike, could’ve been a couple hours, could’ve been a couple days, but eventually the bike burst out the other side of the storm. They were still in the desert, rain had turned to sand to an odd stillness, the rumble of thunder quickly faded into the distance, cool warm air blasted the pair as Jimmy weaved between the fauna. He pressed down on the break, spun into a stop to look over the base from the ripped up gate. 

It didn’t look like much. One or two story buildings, an air-craft hanger. 

“This place –” Jimmy said, “the aliens are underground, right?” 

[dxsole]

“Man, that was some fucked up night.“ // from molly xoxox

🍸 WE AIN'T EVEN DONE, BABY! 🍸

Not Accepting.

"That's called the Tuesday Special, sweetheart." Knox chirps from behind the counter— again, he's been left to bartend seeing as his hired bartender was also recovering from last night’s festivities at Celebration Strip. “Look at it this way, your fucked up night was half price! That’s reason enough to celebrate!”

It’s always a party with Knox and by now he was almost positive he just couldn’t be killed so long as drinks were flowing and eighties music was playing overhead. Sure, he had a blaring headache and was forced to keep his shades on lest the blinding Miami sun get to him and laser directly into his skull like the Eye of Sauron. And sure, his coordination was working at 50% at best and he can’t do any of his cool bartending tricks because his hands are still shaking (and let’s not bring up the fact that he is leaning against the bar like his life depended on it). He’s fine. This is Wednesday morning and this is nothing new. 

“What you drinkin’? Or are you leaving your liver in my extremely capable hands today?” He smiles and it’s not comforting.

[kit-just-kit]

WHAT FORM OF GENTLE AFFECTION ARE YOU?

sharing looks from across a room

having an evening of flirty side glances... the thrill of the chase and of being chased... getting to sneak around before the grand finale... you want a love that is exciting but fleeting, you want the thrill of being chased and being romanced. you have little care for how long your flings last for, but you want them to be passionate and full of laughter and inside jokes. you want every one of your past lovers to miss you when you leave. although it is impractical to ask for someone to change their nature, it may be a good reminder that some feelings are okay to embrace. there is no need to always run away from others, especially if running back to them makes you feel like the sun

TAGGED BY: @theimpalpable (thank youuuuuuuuu x)

TAGGING: @adsagsona, @becomelions, @brooklynislandgirl, @betweenshadcws, @consultingsister, @cardiomyapathy, @cracknoir

[mcneyhoney]

not Bobby tagging me in catholics v protestants like the proddys didn't ruin my country for the worst

@cracknoir u might be able 2 change ur url but you'll never change the fact ur a proddy bastard

[dxsole]

Calisto wants to mention that it would be pretty hard for him to not notice some naked woman walking around the swamplands, but he just nods instead. He’s already messed with the cowboy enough for one day.

Of course, cryptic words didn’t help Calisto’s inclination to keep throwing looks at the other. Like the slightly confused, slightly amused glance he throws at John. “...Alright. So maybe I won’t see her. If she’s gonna be uppity about it.” He hopes he’s not talking about a ghost woman or something. Calisto doesn’t like to mess with spirits.

Calisto also didn’t like to bother with people...most of the time. He’s more used to the reeds and the murky waters of the Glades, the buzzing insects and the humid air— he’s met more crocodiles and cougars out here than people and he’s starting to feel he’s forgotten how to be courteous. “You’re very vague. Has anyone ever told you that?” He questioned gruffly despite the way his lips quirked under his mustache. 

“I think one of the many problems with people,” And he could name many. “is the fact that they ask too many questions.”

dxspereaux​.

Calisto squints, points two fingers at his eyes and then at John’s. He’s watching you, buddy.

He listens, stares, blinks. People were always doing weird things in the woods…and Calisto doesn’t feel like trying to conceptualize what this guy was after. “…Naked chica. Got it.” John’s earned himself a thumbs up. “I’ll keep my eyes open.”

His gaze does break away, however, as he meanders back to his truck, plucking two catch-and-release traps from the truck bed, and moseying on over back to John. There’s the slightly rusty creak from the cage doors as they’re opened, sending twin rabbits racing out— even if one had the inclination to try and catch one, it just wouldn’t be feasible. 

Calisto watches, gesturing at the rabbits who were already moving out of their line of sight. “…Nature calls I guess.”  And, eventually, curiosity kills the cat. “…So, you lost the naked lady or what?”

He held his hands up in surrender at the accusatory glower, rose to his feet and dusted himself off. 

“Would be mighty helpful if you did, partner,” John knew not to make assumptions about people in some regards, but in others trusting instinct on someones personage proved useful, and it occurred to John that this gentleman could also be useful. 

He chuckled softly at the others curiosity, “don’t think she’s the kind of lady that you find if she don’t want you to,” all those years in the dirt, bulbs burrowed their way into his chest, and from decay came something – glimpsed and misidentified by eyes not built to sustain such life – such creation. In his shallow grave, the vines enveloped him, and showed him something more, being that play strings of reality like harps, and they made music, vibrations shifted into her – the mother of our world. 

Why was he here? Wandering these lands in a time he didn’t recognize? 

The universe didn’t owe him an explanation, but, he owed Calisto one. 

“We used to know each other. A lifetime ago. Don’t think she cared much for me back then. But I uh – I saw something. Something I don’t think I was meant to,” he still smiled fondly as he spoke, recalling his death, recalling his life, what strange tales he had, “s’pose I’m just looking for answers. An’ I know better than to expect to find ‘em, but a guys gotta try, right?” 

[dxsole]

“Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused me?” //from Jack??? :O

🤪 GO CRAZY, GO STUPID 🤪

Not Accepting.

Apparently, he wasn't supposed to be here. In his defense, Kidd saw a screen door slashed open, a number of electronic...things in an open van and while it was very late, he figured that if someone was up and...moving apparently, then maybe he could talk to them...make a friend maybe!

He wasn't exactly sure what he'd say but he was a little cold and a little hungry. If anything, they may offer some solutions on how to rectify that.

What happened instead was him trying to use the door properly, nearly pulling it off the hinges in exertion— suddenly there's...noise. A loud, repetitive noise. The lights upstairs go on and he can hear a commotion coming from inside—

A person comes careening Kidd’s way with twin speakers in his either arm, a lot of shouting suddenly being aimed right at him...Kidd's head ducks shamefully. The noise must be a bad thing. "I'm sorry—"

Now there's more shouting from inside the home and the shaggy-haired, loud person with the funny voice is pushing him (which he knows is rude) to run to the car, to grab something, to just book it the hell out of there— The person from inside the house, which Kidd is deducing is the homeowner comes racing out with a bat and more yelling— Why are people so loud? Kidd has yet to feel the need to be loud...

Instinctively, Kidd grabs a shiny...something from the van and throws it as hard as humanly possible at the man’s head (he will later find out that was a toaster oven and apparently you can make meals with it). His aim is impeccable for a guy that has no clue what the hell is going on. 

The beeping is still going on but, hey, that guy stopped waving the bat around. Kidd feels it’s been a successful night. "Heh." Kidd turns and smiles at Jack. "...I fixed it."

[kit-just-kit]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇   𝐓𝐖𝐎   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊   𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ?

Dionysus & Athena

Oh, sweet child of wine and law! Your father stands of pleasure and madness, and your mother crowned of wisdom and war. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by revelry, unity, and logic. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of festivals and museums as you grow into your power.

tagged   by stolen from .   @becomelions​ 

tagging .   @ericbrandonrp​, @warrioroflondonbelow​, @adsagsona​, @brokenblondeprincess​, @cracknoir​, @dcsperados​ and anyone else that wants to!

[mcneyhoney]

looked thru a few pages of my blog earlier n tell me how i’ve become a @cracknoir fanpage