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angelusism:

❝ Ouch! So you don’t want to be my Valentine at all, huh? ❞

“haha-- whoa, wait-- what? your Valentine?”

“oh, uhh-- i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-- i mean i don’t normally... i’ve never done the whole Valentine’s thing, y’know...?”

#angelusism #ANGELUSISM ; FOUR.#robbie: [SWEATING BULLETS]

angelusism:

❝ Unless you’re my Valentine, then I really can’t make any guarantees. ❞

“heh. nah, i just meant don’t go too hard on the stores, y’know?”

#angelusism #ANGELUSISM ; FOUR.

OKAY, now that i’m back on track with Robbie’s muse, i’d like to renew my rp ad. sorry about that, things got hectic!!

like this post for a starter! capping at TWO for now, length may vary!

#ca rp ad

hellcharged

BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE.

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thewrathwithin:

Whoever skull man was, he seemed to have a fairly decent reason to want to beat the crap out of this man. If he wasn’t lying, that is. Ava has no way of knowing, and while she didn’t want anyone to die, there was no way she could stop anything else from happening. Besides, a part of her didn’t want to see just exactly what this man was capable of, lest she finally met her match.

“… I won’t let you kill him.” She finally speaks, hoisting the man down while still keeping him in his grasp. The trapped man is relieved enough to thank her repeatedly under his breath.

“But… I won’t stop anything else. Unless you are liar, and if you are I will find out, then… go ahead.”

HIS FINGERS FLEXED RESTLESSLY by his sides upon her declaration-- and Robbie didn’t even know why. he was content teaching the guy a lesson, not forcing him to cough up his life for the crime. but for some reason, there was an itch to take his head off, and scratching an itch was always satisfying--

whoa, hold up. what the hell are you thinking?!

that perturbed him some, more than he’d let on. it didn’t reflect any in his stance, nor the blaze flaring in his eyes. he simply balled his hands into tight fists, fingers biting into leather with a creak. something in him didn’t want to relent, something nameless, but he stifled it, approaching her without a word. a boot scuffed, announcing a stop and he was staring down the man now-- the sonnuva bitch deserved anything coming to him, but his want of brutality had since been dulled.

the Rider stooped to level with him, the fire scrutinising his fear; judging.

“IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY, PENDEJO.” and he rose-- only to throw a relentless punch into the man’s cheek a second later, knocking a few teeth loose in a spray of blood.

he’d survive-- his ego not so much.

#thewrathwithin #THEWRATHWITHIN ; ONE.#( BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE. )

angelusism

❝ All this chocolate around is really tempting… I’m gonna gain so much weight by the time this holiday is over! ❞

hellcharged

“Save me some, huh?”

#angelusism #ANGELUSISM ; FOUR.

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And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me” I can’t help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

#BEATS.

reb-chan

Robbies from my Instagram

Somebody help me I love him so much, is it November 29 yet?

#[ ☛ ; THE RIDER. ]#IMG.

I FEEL IT’S TIME for another rp ad!! like this post for a starter! capping at TWO to start-- length may vary.

#ca rp ad

quicksiluers

I prayed for vengeance. I got it. You…fighting to right every wrong. All the while begging to be taken out. Seems to me, your this is serving penance.

#[ ☛ ; THE RIDER. ]#[ ☛ ; WHAT ARE WE? ]#IMG.

angelusism:

❝ Is that all that takes to win you over? A wide assortment of soda flavours? ❞

“hey, i’ll take any good i can get.”

#angelusism #ANGELUSISM ; TWO.

mutanix

@hellcharged

𝓘t was a mind unlike anything she had ever sensed, even with her powers having been drastically weakened by the city. Not a human, but definitely something else superhuman, supernatural. Jean just couldn’t place what it was.

And that was just his mind. She ducked out from behind the corner, green eyes widening at the sight. None of the surprise was hidden from her expression —- she felt too deeply for that. Fire engulfed his skull, but he wasn’t a mutant. That, she could tell.

She was not a soldier, not a fighter. Not yet at least. Her fear still too strong, it still controlled her. Her presence must have been noticed, but without access to the full range of her telepathic powers, there wasn’t much that Jean could do to hide herself. Her lips parted, but no words came out until a few moments later. “I— that— that doesn’t hurt, does it?”

hellcharged

IT HURT. IT HURT EVERY TIME. the transition wasn’t just a light show and some sweet looking special effects-- it was a heat bubbling up from within, tearing through his insides, burning away skin and muscle. it damn well hurt. but when the smoke cleared, he could feel nothing, not even the hammering of bullets on his chest or a fist colliding with his jaw. but the pain caught up later, when it was all done.

he could handle it. he always had.

another one bit the dust as he tossed the weak form of a street thug toward his buddies, all of whom turned tail and ran. he may not be able to keep the Rider up for long but at least he can knock a few heads together in lieu of everything else- and there sure were a hell of a lot of those. it was after their departure a small voice intruded on the scene, and he merely tilted a head toward his shoulder.

it wasn’t often someone asked.

but he said nothing, simply angling himself toward the root of the voice. just a girl, and she looked a little uncomfortable. couldn’t blame her, he looked like some horror show out of a comic book.

#mutanix #MUTANIX ; ONE.#oh my gosh bless you for the starter #sorry i'm so late!!#poor jean tho

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▐ PLACE IN SOCIETY;;

✖ Financial– wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / n/a ✖ Medical– fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged ✖ Class or Caste– upper / middle / working / slave / unsure ✖ Education– qualified / unqualified / studying ✖ Criminal Record– yes / yes, for minor crimes / has aided / committed crimes but not caught yet / none

▐ FAMILY;;

✖ Marital Status– married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged / partnered / single / divorced / widow or widower / separated ✖ Children– has a child or children / no children / wants children / had a child ✖ Family– close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / sibling(s) are deceased ✖ Affiliation– orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s)

▐ TRAITS & TENDENCIES;;

✖ extroverted / introverted / in-between ✖ disorganized / organized / in-between ✖ closed-minded / open-minded / in-between ✖ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ✖ cautious / reckless / in-between ✖ patient / impatient / in-between ✖ outspoken / reserved / in-between ✖ leader / follower / in-between ✖ empathetic / apathetic / in-between ✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ✖ traditional / modern / in-between ✖ hard-working / lazy / in-between ✖ cultured / uncultured / in-between ✖ loyal / disloyal / unknown ✖ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

▐ BELIEFS;;

✖ Faith– monotheistic / polytheistic / atheist / agnostic / nontheist ✖ Belief in Ghosts/Spirits– yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✖ Belief in Afterlife– yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✖ Belief in Reincarnation– yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✖ Belief in Aliens– yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✖ Philosophical– yes / no

▐ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION;;

✖ Sexuality– heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / greysexual / [x-files theme] ✖ Sex– sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable ✖ Romance– romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable ✖ Sexually– adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ✖ Potential Sexual Partners– male / female / agender / none / all / undetermined ✖ Potential Romantic Partners– male / female / agender / none / all / undetermined

▐ ABILITIES;;

✖ Combat Skills– excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ Literacy Skills– excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ Artistic Skills– excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✖ Technical Skills– excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

▐ HABITS;;

✖ Drinking Alcohol– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Smoking– trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Other Narcotics– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Medicinal Drugs– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Indulgent Food– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Splurge Spending– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖ Gambling– never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

#[ CONFIDENTIAL. ]

×♚

[ USELESS DETAILS ; accepting. ]

× – what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?

in the mornings, Robbie starts off fresh, smelling like deodorant and aftershave. by the afternoon, he wreaks of petrol, in no small part due to his profession as a mechanic. occasionally he’ll smell of leather and smoke, after a night out street racing or trashing gangsters as the RIDER.

♚ – do they have a favourite piece of clothing?

his trademark leather jacket, definitely. he doesn’t place high values on clothing generally but that’s an exception.

#batsheir #[ MESSAGE. ]#☛ ; MEME.#[ CONFIDENTIAL. ]#bless u for sending

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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day? ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

#[ MEME SUNDAY. ]

ubiytsar

⧗┆ @hellcharged

It had taken time for her to re-learn MERCY, something that had been taken from her in the midst of the Red Room. Try as they could, though, they never managed mould her into the cold killer they wanted. They could not freeze her heart. She was born in war, in love, in FIRE — fire would never truly leave her.

But it was men like this that made her question whether or not her mercy was deserved. She was stronger than she looked, so while he was an entire head taller than her, Natasha had no problem easily pressing him by the throat against brick walls. Her voice was low, the same one that was last heard by many of the BLACK WIDOW’s targets. “You really shouldn’t have done that. You really shouldn’t have raised a hand to her again…”

The fear she saw in him changed suddenly. He hated her, of course he did. Violent men always hated the women who bested them. But that disappeared, and there was just fear. His eyes widened, white yet bloodshot, and were focused over her shoulder.

Her nails dug in, a warning that he were to remain in place as she turned. It was a startling sight — the angled lines of his skull ABLAZE — that she could admit, but she kept most of her surprise from appearing in her expression. She’d seen worse, which allowed her voice to keep its ease when she addressed him.

”Do you mind? You’re going to give this guy a heart attack before I’m done with him.”

hellcharged

YEAH, THE FLAMING SKULL had that effect on people. time had by now numbed him to the stares and gaping, and even the fear. even before the whole ❛spirit of vengeance❜ gig, he’d muted the judgments of others, and they had no sway with his life, not in the least. he didn’t give a damn what people thought of him, and that turned out to be an asset in tidying up his God-forsaken streets back home-- though if Gabe had ever reviled him, he didn’t know what he’d do. his little brother’s opinion was the only one that matters, and the only thing that could slam a foot on his brakes.

luckily, the specifics were on a need-to-know basis, and Gabe didn’t need to know. not yet, not unless it truly mattered.

now he’d been keeping tabs on this asshole for a while, a real scumbag with a track record. he’d had a great idea-- break the guy’s arms, maybe that’ll teach him to keep his hands off where they weren’t wanted. and when he’d closed in to enact this plan, a spider had caught his fly.

WE SAW HIM FIRST, RED.

when he’d paused at the mouth of the alley, the lowlife had seen him first, before the stranger’s gaze promptly followed. the Rider merely tipped his head aside, the flames licking at the chilled air as he was met with composure, rather than the usual panic his appearance seemed to elicit. guess some of the people here really had seen worse than a dude with his head on fire.

but whoever she was, he could take it from here.

he clenched his fists at the ready, wringing out the creak of leather, and so seeped an unearthly voice from the blaze.