Bed/Mobile

until i pass out, which’ll probs be soon tbh

ametdraco said:
Little Thing

not-ashamed-of-my-assassin-roots:

not-ashamed-of-my-assassin-roots:

The shy, young boy looked up at the woman with curiosity. She was different and he didn’t understand why. “Why are you a different colour? I’ve never met someone like you before.”

Using a hand on one of the walls in the grounds, he propelled himself around a corner and kept going as fast as he could, laughing all the while.

Seems he knew how to not skip a beat, and she mimicked his maneuver. Though she wasn’t as small, or limber, and struggled. But she kept her footing, and attempted to at least keep right behind him. So she could reach out and-

hound—of—justice:

Connor leaned further into the mage’s touch.  She was right.  While it was true that he and his father didn’t have the best relationship, he was now determined to never repeat the same mistake if he were to ever have children.  No.  He would find a way to be with his children and to forge a healthy relationship with them.

"You are right, my love…and…you and I will never be fractured…as my mother and father were.  No beliefs or differences to come in between us or our love for each other."

"I have no beliefs of my own, Connor. And I think it’d be stupid of us to keep separated because of them, anyhow. As they say, it’s not what we have in common, but what we don’t that truly defines who we are as a couple. It’s what we bring to one another." Cerina shrugs, setting back on her legs.

not-ashamed-of-my-assassin-roots:

"I don’t believe any father would want that of one of their children. If they do then they are not fathers nor are they men in the first place," he replied sternly, his mind fixed firmly on his own father and the time they had spent with each other all that time ago.

All this talk had her thinking, and she smiled. “With talk like that, I’d say you’d make a great father. Wouldn’t lie to your kids, and- well, you’d give them the chance to grow and learn…” Something she never had.

"I’d want it for my kids too, so they could make something of themselves, unlike me…" At least she was trying, right?

ex-templar-spy:

"I called you out here in the middle of the night. It’s only fair I pay for your drinks. Plus my brother just sent me some money and I thought why not? A few drinks can’t hurt. And he knows it’s a tiny amount considering it’s my old man’s fortune I’m spending. He’ll think it’s my sister. She goes out partying every week."

"Oooh, okay. Now I feel less guilty. The old man’s money’s not being wasted by us, and you can probably retire on the funds? Yeah- sounds good." She chuckles, shaking her head. "How’d you get so lucky to be born into a rich family? Only thing rich about mine is the their rich bullshit they spew at the Holidays."

vantrece:

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♛▌▓ ❝Cool it?

                [Oh this woman did not seem to be aware of what the c o l d wind
                of destruction was capable of. L’Étranger loosens and coils about
                her ankle like a living weapon. Icy tiers softly glowing a dim crimson
                as they narrow at the woman.]

            ❝Do not test me, fool. For I do not take kindly to mockery.

                [It did not matter to her in the slightest that the woman’s comment
                 had been a ‘compliment’. Such a crude ‘compliment’ it was, and
                 the cyborg would not have that. An alloy heel clicks on the hard
                 surface— the entire foot just a metal copy of what once had been
                 flesh and bone.]

[She could feel the heat rising at her finger tips, her body prepared for the worst. She could tell this woman was a high threat, but she wouldn’t back down. Not yet, at least. She was taught better than that.]

"I don’t take kind to threats either, or your attitude."

[The Mage shifted her footing, jade eyes falling to the other’s feet. She took note of everything. And would be prepared to strike herself.]

"Now we can just let this go, and it won’t go sour, okay?"

Cut ‘Em Down || Closed RP

murkofftactical:

It was only by word of mouth that the deputies in the sheriff’s office had heard about a rowdy gang of cowboys outlaws, were headed to the small little town of their’s. Other than the general goods store and the people who ran the tiny shops all along main street, there wasn’t much other than the main attraction. Cerina’s Saloon. Where her girl’s were the top priority and the establishment had a clean and sparkling reputation considering it was also a brothel. A damn good relationship with the law bringers in the town too helped her keep everything in check.

There was definitely some sort of bell that went off in the local’s head when a new person visited them for a shot of whiskey and a roll in the hay, they were loud and destructive, and even though they knew that there was no tolerance for this kind of behavior they tried to get away with it anyways. They thought they were special but there was no way in hell that it was actually going to happen.

Another deputy already enjoying a drink had left to round up the other two since the Sheriff was spending the rest of the week with his in laws down at the ranch. Sure the man didn’t know how to herd some cows but his aim was impeccable and that better stand for something down where ever he was.

The woman was already up and about, hands upon her hips as the visitors came strolling in. Of course, they were already off to their corners of the rooms. One over by the pianist, hitting on one of her girls, and some others off to get drunk and probably cause a scene. So, with a heavy huff from her chest, Cerina walked over and patted the man at the piano gently upon his shoulder.

"All right, quiet now!" He voice boomed over the sounds, and in a short moment, everyone was quiet. "Now seeing this is one of my busiest nights, figured I’d lay down a few rules. Or- for the ol’ timers, repeat them." There were a few chuckles from the regular crowds, holding their glasses up as she turned and gave one of them at the bar a wink.

"Now, I ain’t gonna say this twice, so best listen. One- this is a place of rest and leisure, so I don’t want to see no sad faces, got it? Two- I ain’t gon’ take no fightin’ or roughin’ up my gals. They clean, and nice as they can be. So if I find some bruises on them, you’ll answer to me. And three- we stop selling alcohol after midnight. So don’t be askin’ for any. Ya want it, hope ya got it at home, or Ned’s nice enough to sell it to ya down the road."

With a wide grin, the larger woman patted the pianist once more. “Now, let’s have some clean, friendly fun.” Cue the music back, and a few glances and groans from the Outlaws. Probably blowing off her rules and planning on doing as they please.

She found herself next to the deputy, pulling a seat by them. “Evening… Y’all spoke the Sheriff recently? Might need him to send some more guys up here if this crowd gets bad. Never seen them before, and I ain’t too kind to new faces.”

(Source: ametdraco)

ladyofebony:

Ebony didn’t know why she acted this way.

But she was just so god damned angry… Angry at her father for leaving her, and she didn’t care if that was selfish. He was supposed to take care of her, just like he promised. Even Uncle Dean wasn’t around anymore. It wasn’t fair.

In the end she was just a little girl who wanted her Daddy back. It was hard trying to be grown up when she didn’t really know how to be.

She opened the door, but sat on her bed, arms crossed, staring out the window instead of at the doorway.

"He’s not the old Dante. He’s not part of my family. He doesn’t care about this family, Cerina. All he cares about now is spreading hate and sadness. I don’t want him. I want my father back.”

She had every right to be angry- it was one of the stages of grief. Cerina had gone through it all not long ago. And she knew the girl needed someone to help her. Else she’d end up like her. So, she climbed onto her bed, reaching over to take her hand.

"You’re right- he’s not the old Dante," replied she, shaking her head with a small frown. "And- maybe I’m just putting my hopes into thinking he can be… But something tells me he does care, he just has an… odd way of showing?" Had she even seen him show such a thing yet? Actually, she’d never asked.

"You’ll be mad for a long time… But that’s okay. You have every right." The Mage nodded, feeling the tears sting her eyes. She’d been crying so much these past months after Dante’s death. "Just know we love you, and are here if you need to vent- or even scream at someone. I could use a good scream myself."

(Source: ametdraco)

IMF CUKIGN DYING FORM THE CONNOR YOU REBLOGGED THE GIFME ME FROM OH YM GDO CONNOR DON'T

CELEBRATE DEATH

WITH MORE DEATH

The 7th gif in your folder is how your muse would act during a funeral.

hound—of—justice:

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(Source: thisisrpstuff)

ex-templar-spy:


Got bored. Explored an old style. Loved it

[ I’m a little bored so I’ll just draw to try and get the art motivation back so I can finish all that I owe ]

ex-templar-spy:

Got bored. Explored an old style. Loved it

[ I’m a little bored so I’ll just draw to try and get the art motivation back so I can finish all that I owe ]

(Source: imagine-assassins)

red-grande:

pizza-death:

DAAAAAAAAAMN, that penis is PINK!

Me tbh

(Source: suqmydiqtbh)

themagewholived:

IT’S NOT YET MIDNIGHT HERE I CAN POST THIS
It’s a late pic for Hatsune Miku’s Birthday, seeing its today.
the colors are kinda bad, cause i had a select amount of prisma markers and wanted to only use them.
But I’m pretty proud of how this turned out.
Everyone wish our favorite Pop Star a big Happy Birthday!

themagewholived:

IT’S NOT YET MIDNIGHT HERE I CAN POST THIS

It’s a late pic for Hatsune Miku’s Birthday, seeing its today.

the colors are kinda bad, cause i had a select amount of prisma markers and wanted to only use them.

But I’m pretty proud of how this turned out.

Everyone wish our favorite Pop Star a big Happy Birthday!

JD.