#sabohteurs

[cultfic]

⎯ @sabohteurs, eleanor dutton : “ there. it looks much better. ”

❝  hey, that looks pretty good!  ❞ head tilts as he inspects the damage in his rearview mirrror, pleasantly surprised his niece's talents with makeup manage to minimize the extent of facial injuries sustained during a rodeo session he thought would be a fun bonding experience with ellie ⎯ not that he even considered getting her to compete of course, but it was nice having her cheer for him. almost like his sister was there with him. ❝  so we agree, right? your mom asks, i got into a fight.  ❞ she's his accomplice in this little charade and placing his trust in her is a whole 'nother level of bonding: beth would positively freak out if she found out lee still rodeos on the side or that he roped her daughter into watching it.

[huntedvideo]

incoming case... rest. sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder. @sabohteurs / tara carpenter.

there were many things that finley stevens never thought he'd be, in this life. he always wanted to be a good man, but never thought he had, or ever would, achieve that. he longed to be at peace with himself and the never ending journey to find his father, but that hadn't come yet, either. and then there was being a father of his own, which not only never crossed his mind, but if it did, the idea would scare the shit out of him. with how often he traveled, and the amount of times he's almost died ( as well as put others in danger in the process ), it had never been something he thought he wanted. even when he met tara, found out she was his, he didn't feel like a dad. he didn't act like one, either, the two always fighting, fin sometimes acting even less mature than his teenage daughter. but as time went on, they seemed to get the hang of it. rocky, still, but better.

they still have two hours left in their drive. fin was fending off sleep with a cup of gas station coffee, watching the long road, dark, aside from what the headlights show. he doesn't know when tara had begun to slump in the seat beside him, but finley notices when her head gently thuds against his shoulder. glancing down at tara, her eyes are closed, her breathing is even - she looks peaceful as she rests. unable to help the small but tender grin that tugs the corners of his lips, fin quietly drapes his flannel over her body as a makeshift blanket before giving his attention back to the road. maybe he didn't always get it right, but he was trying. he hoped that was enough for her.

[slash-aaa]

omen doesn't fear verna so much as he respects her ; the being that she is, the power that she has. more than aware she could drive him mad, if she wanted to, omen intended to, for lack of a better phrase, stay on her good side. or her neutral side, at least. the shop grows darker as she approaches. he catches a solid black outline that flies about her shadow, though looking directly at it made the thing cease, only able to be seen from the corner of his eye. gaze remains on hers now, the witch calm, naturally stoic, cautious only when he needed to be, and now was not one of those time. 'then welcome to my shop,' a surprise, indeed. but she was welcome, as long as she didn't mean to harm him or the apothecary, itself. 'have you come for something specific, or are you browsing?' omen quips quietly, never moving from behind his counter. 'i've just restocked some potions. though i highly doubt you'd need them for yourself,'

quoth the raven, nevermore- and the raven forms in her shadow as she walks, death a shroud around her form, fabric of her coat like ink, pulled taught at her waist as she enters the shop with a ring of a bell, and her fingers linger on the wood as it drifts closed. a hum sits in her throat, expression stoic but the black of her eyes betray her as they sit fixed on omen's back, unblinking. " surprise, " she drawled listlessly as she invited herself in to his space, lingering in the darker corners of the room, away from the light guiding his hands as he worked. " i suppose that would depend on your definition of friendly. " still, smile coils on the red of her lips as their eyes finally meet, and verna finally blinks. her hand, dragged along surfaces to keep her present, drops to her side, sliding into the pockets of her coat. " i've NO REASON to change the nature of our acquaintanceship now, omen. you'll know if i'm ever here as anything else but a friend. "

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@sabohteurs.

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𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦- many years ago, a boy returned to his village in 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 to find it ablaze. villagers screaming, terror in their eyes : his whole world burning like a funeral pyre. the boy hid, praying for mercy. but none came. 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. she slipped through the flames, relishing in the horror she wrought . . . and amidst the carnage, do you know what she did ? 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝. / #𝖤𝖵𝖫-𝖰𝖭_

an independent, highly selective, mutually exclusive roleplay portrayal of regina mills ( the evil queen ) originally depicted in abc's once upon a time. my interpretation is heavily headcanon based, developed over the span of ten+ years and entirely my own take. all world-building, while inspired by various sources, is also my own. i only truly acknowledge the events of seasons one and two canon, though i have taken several liberties in their execution. please utilise the below links before interacting.

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when it's burn the bitch, they're shrieking- affiliated sorority witch oc. anika rose aldridge. sideblog. follows back from @sabohteurs.

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[huntedvideo]

it wasn't fair. none of them expected to be put in this situation. and most of them didn't know what to do. it wasn't jackie's fault that she didn't have as natural of instincts as some of the others. finley could sympathize ( though he might be a bit biased ). 'i know,' he jokes, nudging her shoulder and giving a grin. 'that's why i'm gonna teach you everything i know,' he shoves his pocket knife into his pocket and stands, offering a hand for her to rise with him. 'don't worry about the others, we'll show them how useful you can be,'

@huntedvideo, starter / " i know everyone's MAD AT ME for not contributing like they do- but i'm not good at anything, fin. my survival instincts are . . . i don't have survival instincts, that's the problem. "

[memuntos]

" oh come ooooon, " he whined loudly, earning him a few sharp glares from the other students hunched over their tables in the library. buster knew that exam week probably wasn't the best time to finally strike up a conversation with quinn, but it was quinn. quinn fucking corday. daughter of the president. there was no way he was giving up the one chance he had to get insider scoop on top-secret government intel. he gripped the edge of his seat and scraped the chair closer to her so he could drop his voice to a whisper. " you're telling me all of that is boring to you ? are you for real ?! " his wide eyes met hers and he shook his head in disbelief. she lived the life that buster dreamed of being within five feet of and to hear that she had no interest in any of it was an arrow straight through his heart. he slumped back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. " fine, you don't have to tell me about the deep state even though your refusal to answer makes it that much more suspicious. but don't worry, i won't snitch. cause you know, " he brought his fingers up to air quote the term she used. " national security. " buster offered her a conspiratorial wink as if he was in on some secret between the two. he opened his mouth to prod her further with questions but decided he'd do better off not scaring her away. so with his best attempt at enthusiasm he grinned and asked, " so what does interest you then ? "

' @nereidae → starter call, THE AMERICAN DREAM- " Yeah, I'm not answering that. " Amusement colours her tone as she swings her chair slowly from right to left, one of her legs crossed under her which she's sitting on, the other left to touch the floor. Quinn shook her head, moving the strands of loose hair that had fallen from her hazardously put up bun as she eyed Buster with a small smile. " National security, blah blah blah. You know. " It's funny that he thinks she knows ANYTHING about the country's secrets. She's not the president, just their kid. All she knows is how to get to the kitchen from her room and what to do in the event of a security breach. Quinn's seen Olympus Has Fallen. It's not that far off the drills she'd been put through when her Mom was first sworn in. Either way, she doesn't know about Area 51 and she has no idea if Walt Disney actually perfected cryogenics. " Contrary to popular belief, it is incredibly boring to be me. "

[cultfic]

the moment's been a long time coming. no more fleeting glances, no more stolen time making up excuses to stand in her presence, no more third-party intrusion; she's his again and she's wearing nothing else but the ring he placed on her finger the day she said yes.

⎯ @sabohteurs, tess ocean : “ i missed you so much. ”

index on her back traces idle patterns and he smiles lazily, presses a kiss to the crown of her head, nose losing itself in the thickness of hair. ❝  missed you too.  ❞ more than you can imagine. after four years and six months apart, danny loses himself in the comfort of their intimacy as he waits for the rhythm of his heart to ease down, feels hers on his chest where she lies decreasing in tune. he'd spent most of his time inside equal parts dreading and fantasizing about their reunion, only to be faced with the reality of her disappointment in him and the realization that she'd moved on.

heavy lids reopen, hand moving from her hip to her cheek, seeking her gaze. ❝  tess.    when i met you in new york, you said you hated vegas.  ❞ no more lies, she asked. and for the sake of their new beginning, it's worth a shot. ❝  ⎯ why benedict?  ❞

[huntedvideo]

viewer discretion is advised.   independent & selective original paranormal investigator / monster hunter oc, finley stevens. written & created by ash  /  they them  /  25+. must be 21+ to follow / interact.      CARRD.   MEMES.   WISHLIST.   SHIP WISHLIST.  PINTEREST.   AESTHETIC SIDEBLOG.   USFW.   affiliated with: @eurosleaz ; @sabohteurs / @wolfehunt ; @movemnt ; @roseguided.

[at-sabohteurs]

i saved the url sabohteurs and i can't remember if it's from a new tswift song or i just think it was when it wasn't but i lowkey kinda wanna change my url ?

[at-sabohteurs]

waested → sabohteurs

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aaaaaand i'm here! it's me, hi! i'll be here on regina, and also on beth at @duhton / might try and get on my multi at @sabohteurs and give that a bit of a revamp. point is, hello i'm here, write with me, plot with me, love me xo

[burygods]

her voice was like honey, meant her words were just as smooth. didn't mean there was any hint of honesty to them --- knows by now how easy untruths lay rest on her tongue. criminal to the bone. they're all the same, no matter how pretty they were.

" i don't know, miss barlow. " warren muses, folding arms across his chest as their gazes meet. and her eyes did not waver. " something tells me you know something. something useful. " hands then move to bury themselves in his suit pant pockets as he regards her, taking a careful step forward.

@burygods / she was always told not to play with her food. but now, no longer a scared little girl too afraid of her father to dare disobey, she knew better. it wasn't about playing with it. it was about savouring it. and she got good at it. she stopped starving. she started hunting. paige was blessed with a pretty face and a pretty smile, and deep doe-like eyes. sometimes, she doesn't realise she's using them until it's too late to stop. other times, they're as affective as a gun.

" don't you think i would tell you if i knew ? " head tilts, cocking to the side with a gently risen brow, lips forming the slightest of pouts as she fixes her gaze on the other. " i'm A LOT of things honey, but i'm no liar. truth bender, maybe- but a liar ? please. "

[at-sabohteurs]

sup. @sabohteurs. i moved.

[at-sabohteurs]

where tf is reign :

multi-muse / : @sabohteurs - predominantly female characters only. mostly headcanon based or canon inspired. featuring a selection of originals.

beth dutton / : @duhton - yellowstone's beth dutton. heavily plot-driven. open to interactions with mutuals. includes various alt or crossover verses where applicable.

kendra wolfe / : @wolfehunt - hitman ( and supernatural or paranormal hunter ) original character. open to interactions with mutuals. heavily 21+