turkforlife:

                              Reno’s got a quick hand.
                 He’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth,
                   he’s a cowboy kid.
                            Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
               In his dad’s closet hidden with a box of fun things

         and I don’t even know what.

But he’s coming for you.

                            yeah he’s coming for you.

soubanightmare:

flammefatale:

“Soon Kiddo. The keyword ‘n all is that ‘too soon’.” Dare to lecture red? Think back and think again. Pumped gas. Hit that gear…and in followed is the frick’n turn of wheel that might not be jessst a bit too sharp. Hadn’t held on to anything? Well Too frick’n bad. Surely ain’t Reno’s fault should the floor to the front seat appears too tantalizing and beggin’ for the welp’s bloodied kiss. “M ain’t sweating. Put out?” Reno snorts. “Gettin’ on with that talk, and see if m’ puttin’ it in”

If she wasn’t about to vomit she would laugh. Hard and loud and shrill just to make him sneer. It could get a wrinkle out of Rude’s nose even, that control over normally sedate voice flat out frightening if you knew the reasons as to why. Even the cutie of a Turk didn’t though, fingers pressed against white lips as ashen face twists into an unflattering sneer, and he would know she was laughing inside at him. “You libido is only bested by Rufe’s, and hes got the gil to sate it. Blood in blond hair is just so unsatisfying though, I like the fire.” Red turning black as it recoiled from flame to thrash heat against pale skin; oh how satisfying it would be to burn that pretty face.
Soon.

“He’s got the Gills ‘n M’as got the means! Let’s call it ‘ell requittal.” And Reno did sneer this time— a cut of thin lips making too red by the smear of life still painted across his cheek. Without the need to turn his head back and look, he knows she is asking for it. Without the need to really look, he can feel those cat-liked beryl burning a hole through his head and given the chance Reno has no frick’n doubt at all she would gladly make it real. 

…Considering him being her pet or not. Oh, yes, he has pretty much came to recognize that twisted fact. Can’t really say he’s taken his pride in one such either. But hey, if it gets the job done and keeps him alive then who is him to complain, eh? “Yeah. Yeah. Whatever you say, lady. Just keep yer claws off the boss boy ‘n we are cool for a time.”

iamthenoize:

sanguinesaint replied to your post: I had a Souba/Reno ficlet idea for Yada this…

( “Shut the bloody fuck up yo! Dammit m’ ain’t no body babysitter yo.” |8 )

“So uncouth. Oh fine then, throw another fit, its not my paycheck that it will be affecting, will it~? Besides, its your job to make sure I don’t get killed too soon, so I would suggest shutting up and behaving if you want me to put out~”

“Soon Kiddo. The keyword ‘n all is that ‘too soon’.” Dare to lecture red? Think back and think again. Pumped gas. Hit that gear…and in followed is the frick’n turn of wheel that might not be jessst a bit too sharp. Hadn’t held on to anything? Well Too frick’n bad. Surely ain’t Reno’s fault should the floor to the front seat appears too tantalizing and beggin’ for the welp’s bloodied kiss. “M ain’t sweating. Put out?” Reno snorts. “Gettin’ on with that talk, and see if m’ puttin’ it in”