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[ Independent | Semi- Selective | Private ] Manga/ FMA:B based King Bradley aka WRATH Penned by Lakeryy [ theme under construction ]

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apple bottom jean, boots with the fur… jean hasn’t been getting much love recently because of my slightly asshole-yer muse so like reblog watever if you’re down to tango with this sassy bastard and I’ll sort you out with a little something something

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licentiiious replied to your post: So is that an invitation?

I’ll see you half past eight then.

“Don’t be late. You know I detest tardiness.” 

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So is that an invitation?

“Do you even have to ask.” 

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HOMUNCULUS

Pride / Lust / Greed / Envy / Sloth / Gluttony / Wrath

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THIS was innevitable when you looked at it. the pair of them had a shaky relationship at best. he was born and raised to lead. and she disliked taking orders. their coming to blows was only a matter of time. her spears versus his skills - his victory was quickly found. he knew he could not KILL her; she would regenerate. she could not kill him, he would not allow that; and father would be most displeased. that did not mean he could not WOUND her. battleworn hands crushed cartilage and muscle with ease, sealing her windpipe with ease. 

but this show of FEROCITY, became more than his own sin. he was proud, married. but though his wife and he grew old together, he still had the vigor of a man in his twenties. more so than that. his very nature meant he was READY to run, to fight, to fuck.

it was an outlet he often didn’t think to take. sins of the flesh did not take his fancy. usually his hands were bloodied by the time he had de-stressed. but as her body coiled around his, as the warmth of her breath returned to her body and cascaded between those dark lips against his own flesh did he feel a wash of adrenaline course through his spine unlike anything he had experienced in years. . . she meant NOTHING to him, but neither did the countless men and women he had killed in the past. 

he saw little difference in things between them and her. 

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virtusferocia:

             { ♫ };; —–                                 ❝N-No! They deserve to die, but I’m a murderer too. Don’t                               I deserve to be killed like my victims? I might be doing our                              kind a favor, but what will happen when all is dead? Wouldn’t                              I be on the chopping block next?                             … So… You’d help me? Help me kill for the greater good?                          I’d be free of it all?❞                   Maka swallowed thickly, thinking. Trust him completely, and let go, or not.                   Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. The only chance he’d give her is                   her recent kill.. Oh, she hopes she did well. If she did, she’s in it would seem.                   Good.. That’s good.                              ❝… Yes sir. I will trust you. But… Do you promise this is                             for the greater good? Not for my.. Addiction?❞

                  “For every life you take, your own gains worth. By thinning the                    numbers; your life becomes more valuable. Simple mathematics.                    Every human life is worth one single unit after all.” 

         The fact that humans gave themselves ‘worth’ made him retch. They were all made up of          the same basic elements. Only their egos made them believe that one pathetic human life          was worth more than another. Disgusting and laughable, all at the same time. 

         There’s the quip of his lip as she asks about ‘the greater good’. If that was what she                  wanted to believe, then he would be happy to help her believe such things.

                                               “We know what your murders are for. The others . . .                                                 will not understand. If we can calm your desires, whilst                                                 putting your talents to good work . . .                                                 Well then everybody is a winner.” 

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virtusferocia:

             { ♫ };; —–                                 ❝B-Because it’s wrong! I killed so many people, that                               the only people I considered family, kicked me out. They                               tried, and tried to help me but their methods didn’t work.                              I… Was supposed to be hung the next morning, but I ran                             away..                             I don’t know how to fight it, but for some reason, I don’t want                          to.. I like it. I like the feeling. It makes me happy.❞               Maka confessed. She poured it all out, told him the truth. What is there to lie               about? He already knows she’s a monster- what else could he think of her? A              thick swallow is given.                               ❝I… I can do it.. I can kill them. Who do I need to kill?❞

               “Is it wrong that we kill bad people to stop them? What constitutes as bad?                                 Murderers? Thieves? Rapists? Humanity is a taint and the more we clean                 the slate, the better it becomes. You’re doing your  our kind a favor. And                          with my help . . . well I can point you in the right directions.

                                                                   Wouldn’t you rather kill the right people,                                                                       instead of those who deserve it less?”

                          This is what he wants. He has her trust it seems - enough so that                           she can confess to him. It’s the first step. If she can confide in him,                           she can trust in him. And what mutually beneficial relationship is                                                     successful without trust?

“No. You must wait. This was your test - I hope you performed             well, it is the only chance I will give you.” 

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this ends tomorrow guys !!

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fuhrixus:

it  would  appear  things  have  gotten out  of  hand  since  my  leave  haven’t  they?  that  is  to  say  like/  reblog  if you’re  down  to  rp  with  an  independent  &  selective  king  wrath  bradley;  FMA:B  based  and  on  his  way  to  ruin  your  day.

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           { ♫ };; —–                   The woman smiled a little as the man opened the window. Maka                   crawled right in, before moving so she could go in front of his desk.                   She pulled a seat, lithe pale fingertips curling beneath the chair before                  setting on it once it was positioned well. She looked up at him and tilt                   her head. She felt wonderful.. Fantastic now that she has that out of her                   system for a few days.                                        ❝I feel.. Amazing. It’s like an addiction.. I can’t get rid                                      of this urge no matter what I do.❞                     She responds softly, nervous.

Music to his ears. 

                           “Why resist the urge? You know how the saying goes-”

              He pauses so that he has time to return to what he was working on               before she arrived, moving to his desk and tidying the paperwork into               one neat pile before placing it in one of his drawers. Finally, he takes               a seat opposite her, formal as ever. 

                           “If it feels good, don’t fight it . . . If I asked you to do it again -                             to a specific person - would you? No hesitation. No questions                             asked? Because in twenty-four hours, if I’ve heard no reports                             on a murder tonight; that is what I will be asking you.”

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♫|| Trying to be active again, so please like/reblog if you’re interested in roleplaying with a Maka Albarn from the Soul Eater Anime/Manga series. I do not RP her from the Soul Eat NOT series. Just the regular one. Thanks! <3

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                  “ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ. ”                                                                   ─ Dante Alighieri, Inferno

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virtusferocia:

             { ♫ };; —–                                 ❝Yes sir.. I’ll find you as soon as I’m done with                               what I have to do.❞                      Maka responded. As he turned, so did she. King seems…                     Persistent of this report. Now she must stalk off into the shadows,                    where none can see until she finds her prey. There she pinpointed                   her target. In a shadowed alleyway, yelling at a woman who he obviously                   had an issue with. It was dark.. No one around but those two. It seemed                   like they could duke it out there instead of near everyone else.                How unfortunate for them- they were going to die.                 It took at least an hour to finish them both off. Taking her time with them and               making sure they were well.. Well, cut up.             At dawn, she sneaked into what seemed to be his office. Emerald irises scanning            the place for a moment before giving his window a few knocks. 

                      He doesn’t watch the clock. No he has no matter for time on a small                       scale. All that matters to him is the time between now and the promised                       day. Everything else in-between is insignificant. So he’s in the middle of                       his duties when he hears the gentle knocking at his window - he doesn’t                       even realize he’s been working all night. His head turns to see the girl                       stood there on the balcony. Slowly he rises from his desk and takes a few                       long strides towards the door, turning the old brass key and slinging the                       door open to the cool night air. 

                                                                    “Welcome back. How do you feel?” 

He steps aside to let her into the room before shutting the door behind her. No sense in wasting the warmth. 

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virtusferocia:

             { ♫ };; ——                      The girl felt.. Odd about this situation. Maka feels odd in general, but                      this is a different odd. It’s the happy odd she hasn’t felt in awhile. So                     many friends disowned her, went against her.. Now a man who doesn’t                    know her, is practically taking her in.                                      ❝Yes.. Even if I lick it off.❞                   Now she’s starting to crave murder.. Dammit, she knows better. She’s trying to                   be a better person than she has been. As he took a step closer, she stands still-                  tense. She feels so tense..                               ❝I.. I’m not the victim. I’m the one hunting for victims.                              I’m sorry sir but can we talk another time? I’m getting this                              urge all of a sudden.. I need to go somewhere quick..❞                     She speaks honestly, taking a step back quickly.

                   There’s the confession he’s been looking for - in a round about way                    at the very least. All she ever needed was a little nudge it seemed . . .                    a little motivation; someone in her corner. And this is just the beginning                    of what he can do, he will help her                   f l o u r i s h.

         “Please don’t let me keep you. If there’s somewhere you need to be -           But once you are done, doing whatever it is you need to do - come and find me.                                                                           We can talk more then. But I’ll want details.”

                    With that he turns on his heel and begins to leave, his visible eye closing                     as he saves the look on her face as he moved away to his subconscious.                     He wonders how she will be after. Fresh from that hunt, with blood still                     thick in her nostrils and over those ever so dainty hands of hers.                                                  He’s enjoying this ever too much.