And Upon A Pale Steed He Rode...

"And power was given unto him to kill with weapons, famine, death and the animals of the earth." mun +25  Potentially highly triggering content/ nsfw. | selective. MultiV OC. Written by Z Read first: Q&A

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Yo, roll call?

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I can’t get into my asks. 🥲

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Yo, roll call?

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Currently: me at my MacBook to finish my application for a writing circle/course.

Also me: stressing over the section where I need to provide a piece of writing. (Having too many to choose from.)

🥹

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In light of some news about the deletion of writing blogs. I will be moving to discord! Just in case mine gets deleted.

My discord is zeroraven#0013

Please find me there if you’re interested in RPing/writing with me! Or I have other socials as well! Feel free to DM me.

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Hallooo

[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

[roleplayerconfessions]

🌴 My muse can survive a lot of fucked-up shit, and I wish someone came up to me and said, HEY, LETS WRITE SOME FUCKED-UP SHIT. I want to see what happens, dammit.

[aenslem]

Stahma Tarr in Defiance “Down in the Ground Where the Dead Men Go”

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@welcometothemonsterhouse

[addicted-to-michiel]

Ok, so I really don’t think I can cope with this.

[tanyaaloves]

[thevintagearab-deactivated20230]

لا أخشى على ظهري من عدو شريف بقدر ما أخشى على صدري من صديق مخادع

نحيب محفوظ

Translation:

“I don’t fear for my back from an honest enemy as much as i fear for my chest from a dishonest friend”

Nobel Winner Najeb Mahfouz

[the-write-ideas]

do you believe you are incapable of love, or just unworthy of it?

[stuffandthangsandangelwings]

This is the eighth case he had come across. A professional hit. No evidence. No finger prints, fibers, no DNA what soever.

This murder was cold and calculated. Although, as Will walked the crime scene he can see the remorse. It was a professional hit, and yet their killer felt for his or her ( though Will leaned more toward a young male ) victims.

Will studied the scene. He walked over to where the young couple had been laid out; as if in sleep….So peaceful, remorseful. Despite the bullet holes in the both of them.

“ This is my design…” Will whispered to himself before he walked outside to where Jack Crawford and the rest of the FBI’s forensic team waited.

Will looked to Jack.

“ It’s the same MO as the Browns case. Our killer is professional. But they don’t want to kill. They don’t have a choice. Something or someone is forcing them to kill. They don’t have a choice.” He stated.

Now it was a only a matter of catching them.

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[stuffandthangsandangelwings]

They’ve been at it for hours. Will examining case after case to see if there were any connections. It’s a very professional killer. That much is sure. Will believes these deaths are contract kills. Now they only needed to connect each case.

He sighed heavily rubbing at his temples as he thought things over. There had to be something. Some small detail that would allow him to figure out the next contract. They could trap the killer.

Will doesn’t necessarily feel like this particular individual needs to be jailed. Each kill showed a sense of someone full of remorse and he was sure they were being made to kill.

He looks over his case files once more. And that’s when he sees the connection. It’s not much but something to go on.

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It had been a stupid mistake, and the asset had paid the price for it. Throwing his pair of gloves out in a trash can by the mark’s home after he had killed them. It may have not been much to a civilian. But those gloves were Italian made, beige leather and fine stitching. There was only a handful of shops in the greater city area that would even think to order them from overseas. Even more specific it was from leather in a small area of Italy. Maybe his subconscious had wanted him to get caught. Sleepless nights and long days wore the young man down.

He sat at the table of the interview room, sharp angled features and pale skin matched with silver blond hair. He looked nearly dead by those points alone but the loudly buzzing fluorescent lights that flickered and fought to stay illuminated above him further seemed to wash him out. The dark fabric of his long sleeved sweater seemed to swallow the rest of the light. The off white walls around them cast in a greyish shadow.

His wrists were encircled by a pair of cold metal handcuffs, he could’ve picked them and freed himself. But there was the fact that if he was found out to have slipped up by a stupid slip up like tossing gloves at the crime scene, he’d have people gunning for him. Like violent hounds, they’d go after him in hopes of becoming better assassins themselves. And he’d kill them, and he was tired of the blood. Tired of the death.

Pale ears that were lined with piercings picked up the slight sounds of footsteps in the hallway, it lacked the curt dominance of a captain or lead investigator. And from the way the shoes sounded on the cold linoleum floors, they didn’t sound expensive as a Lawyer might have. He only glanced up when he heard the door open, seeing curled dark brown hair slightly mussed over a scruffy face and deep inquisitive eyes. Sable’s own gaze was mismatched. A deep honey gold and a mid-toned blue. And for a handful of moments that seemed to last forever Sable regarded the man.

“I don’t want a lawyer,” he started. Accented words soft, emotionless and maybe a bit rough with lack of use. He wasn’t paid or trained to talk, weapons weren’t of use if they were noisy.

( @stuffandthangsandangelwings )

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…. 👉🏽👈🏽

Well I’ve cleaned out my following list.

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Hello friendos!

I am slowly getting back into writing and roleplaying, but I’ve noticed that Tumblr is not as active as it used to be.

I will be keeping my blog in hopes of it picking up. Someday. But I’d also like to say that I’m moving my activities to Discord! If any ones still interested in writing with me, please send me a message or like this status and I can give you my discord tag.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angst  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

[idontkillorphans]

“ what is going on ? are you okay ? ”

sleipnir looked up at the man. “Nothing too exciting...and - yes. I’m fine.” He reassured Sable, squinting up at the man instead.

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Mismatched hues fixed on the mousey haired male, the silence stretching on between the two after the seemingly innocent answer. Sable’s frown deepened at the edges of his mouth as he narrowed his eyes that had been partially filled with concern. He wanted to retort that the heavy bang he had heard from the floor below, where he had been musing over files and reports on his laptop, didn’t sound fine.

Nor did the way Sleipnir was draped haphazardly across the floor and furniture seem fine at all.

The silence took an air of sternness.

“Uh…huh.” He answered, with a slight blink before leaning against the doorway with an air of mock casualness.