//I am so sorry-

"Don't deadname Tim-"

Something about their parents-

Identical.

John, James, Jean, Jorge, Jamie, and Tim.

Ok fun fact.

Back in the BPRD we had a set of agents who were sextuplets.

Nah. ACAB. Especially nowadays.

I assume you just don't speak much to 'em-

I had this exact experience.

"The Feds. BPRD, specifically. No promises, though. Their exec branch are a buncha' bastards."

He releases the demon, sort of flopped over his shoulders, as he counts benjamins mumbling numbers.

"Then they count. Trust me, blood of the covenant and all that, kid."

Ya like 'em?

He gives Bassist. Hellbie shrugs, a smug smirk produced as he turns.

"Look, I wasn't counting strings with Heckler & Cunt over here."

"Comrade of mine."

He taps his horns. Or their stumps. It's a demon, one representing war, death. Pain.

"It's what happens when some of us represent the worst of some of you."

Hellbie doesn't linger with Jay. He hurries, hoisting the body over his shoulders as he turns.

"That a bass?"

"Sure, cuz I chose that-"

A werewolf claw across his chest, with a shriek from his lips, before an angry-

BOOM sent the wereman off the floor.

An uppercut with the stone hand will always hit.

Well, like a boulder.

A junker, actually, one coming to finish the job with a chainsaw before the thunder of a gun removes his head whole.

The smoking pistol in Hellbie's normal hand, hues scanning the woman.

"What's with the Mad Max getup...?"

"Stay put, preetty boy."

The giant stone hand blocks his body, warding him from the shrapnel of the metallic, shrieking demon lunging atop Hellboy. A demon whose head is stopped beneath his left arm, before a sharp

Snap.

And a sudden drop, as he stands.

"You good?"

Flew through A WALL

It is working. As his expression softens. It loses and loosens those wrinkles of a frown as he takes a deep breath.

Maybe it's the tea. Maybe all he needed is the pause.

"Russians. No offense. Just had a bad experience. Of the Rasputin kind."

Deadpan expression. He fully means it.

He's gesturing for him to elaborate. He's got time. Cigarette?

DC comics Black Mask

“You have to have the will to see things through.”

"What for?"

A gentle pat on the shoulder, rattling him into place. Come on, man, keep it together.

Gutshot. The shock's more important than the impact.

"Why was this again?"

"I think you just need another point of view. None of us feel like we're at our best when we're judge and jury."

The stone hand pinches his own mug. Clinking it with hers.

"Cheers.

You ain't from around, are ya?"

"Clench ya teeth."

Poets of the Fall - War (Official Video w/ Lyrics) YouTube video by Poets of the Fall (Official)

//Daily reminder that Alan Wake is an underrated (and also not explored to full capacity) masterpiece and THE ONE FIGHT SCENE WITH THIS SONG IN THE BG ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY TYSM FOR LISTENING BSKY IMMA GO CRY NOW BYE
youtu.be/0f_hewSrAH4?...

//Hellbie's all gentle and shit then he hits you with that "*Don't touch me*"

//Thanks thanks I was trynna be funni

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