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@mamataskmaster
When it comes to primary targets, the eyes are always a good bet. Poke, gouge, whatever. It will stop literally anyone…unless they’ve got a glass eye. In that case, rip it out, finish them off, and take it home.
My sensei, keepin it real
I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, Gore, Rape, Murder, Alcohol and drug use, Hack&Slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!
One Slip Up || @definingtheinsanity
His eyes, reddened with the effect of a recent high, lidded. This one seemed to speak in rhymes; much to his dismay. Moving from his stationary position, he took favor in walking behind her, stripping her of the privilege of awareness.
” Hell? Fuck hell. This is hell. This. Right under your ass, is hell. Do you get it? Do you see how the fucking world has chewed your ass and spit you out? No, mi dulce you haven’t even seen fury yet. “
The pistol came to scratch the back of his shaved head, making a sound akin to metal rising on sand paper with the ridge of his scar. Grabbing the tangled mess of her bound hands, Vaas forced her upward. As he knelt down, he seemed to be invoking the act of closeness. With the danger of almost coming cheek to cheek, he advanced in his assault, making sure the skin beneath rope singed with friction.
” You think hell gives a shit about your plan? You think the fucking universe has a plan? Fuck no, hermana. That’s bullshit. Now, I am going to tell you my plan, my little gift from me to you. It’s your life or there’s. I want you to prove yourself. Show me that your worth more than them. Show me just why the fuck I shouldn’t put a bullet between those teeth. "
There was a knock at the door to the shed, more like a banging.
Her muscles tensed when she wasn't able to see him. Her fingers flicked away from her hidden knife as soon as he had started moving. Tania could survive without weapons but she felt utterly naked without them. She didn't need him to notice that she had one little blade left on her person.
She could headbutt him and see where that took her. But really, he was probably the most interesting target she had been sent after. It was probably more in her interest to see where this was headed and leave her escape to absolute last minute. Probably not the best of ideas considering how unpredictable Vaas was. Whatever.
Funny, people never seemed to think that others didn't mind pain. Or that not everyone had pain sensors in their body -- for her, it was her hands and wrists alone. Her wrists could be sliced and bleeding and she wouldn't feel a thing. Instead of wincing Tania leaned her head back to hover above his shoulder, her hood having been torn off earlier and her curls free to fall between them. "I do like gifts."
"Sounds like we've got company intruding on our discussion."
"To give you a gift. Aren’t you curious what it could possibly be?"
Rikki scowled, leaned back on her foot so she could run.
“No. You’re trying to pull something.”
It was probably good that Rikki was trying to get away. Except Taskmaster so wanted to see her face when she took the gift.
"How could I possibly be pulling something? It's a box. With a gift inside."
mamataskmaster:
"Aww, you wound me. Right in my black heart."
"I’m so proud. What d’you want?"
"To give you a gift. Aren't you curious what it could possibly be?"
Shout out to the rp partners that you don’t reply to for 2 weeks that still have the patience to continue said rp with you.
Or two months. Y'know.
One Slip Up || @definingtheinsanity
“ Maybe. "
He repeated, seemingly giddy with the joy of a potential playmate. A smile spread across damaged lips, one so sly that it appeared to offer the essences of mischief. His gun lowered, the cool metal leaving her heated skin in a sick rendition of mercy. Vaas smiled again, kneeling ever so closer so he could share the breaching effect of intimacy.
” First things first, assassina. I want to know more about you. I wanna know how you think, you get me? Entertain me. ”
While he spoke, his hands gestured in a manner that only a practiced speaker could have. There was charm there, somewhere beneath the rough outer layer of a rouge, but it made itself rather scarce.
” How pissed are you? How badly do you wanna see the cocksucker that caught you dead? Take a wild fucking guess. A leap of faith. If I was to bring the men who dragged your ass in here right in front of you, would you want a bullet in their skulls? "
Everything about him screamed crazy. Everything about him made her more excited to see who she was playing with. It had never been in her plan to kill him from far away. She was a close-quarters killer and this was her domain. Except she was now toying with the idea of not escaping and seeing what he had in mind.
Her chest rose and fell sharply with the removal of the gun. A breath of relief for anyone else. But a smile was twisting onto her face to match his and she leaned to leave scant centimeters from their faces. No one ever wanted to know more about her. They labeled her sociopath and sent her on her way, either with a fight or without one (money was a very good motivator to leave).
She laughed, leaning back and tilting her head slightly to the sky. Her eyes returned to meet his and a wicked smile tugged at her lips. "Not a bullet. My methods lean more towards knives. The plan was to escape, kill you, then kill them. Hell hath no fury."
// I REALLY need to stop losing my accounts.
I'm always over at the-spider-girl if I'm not here. BUT I've found this account again.
I endure.
E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (via xlionhearts)
Knife Blade
I’m a writer not a murderer
Family Meeting | Finesse
“Teach here? Why?”
Finesse tilted her head, studying Taskmaster for a moment. “Is this because of our quasi-familial relationship? Or do you have… plans?” She wasn’t sure exactly where Taskmaster’s moral compass pointed (or even her own), so she wanted to know if someone had possibly sent Taskmaster to the school with ill-intent.
"I'm not here to cause anyone harm, if that's what you're asking." She wouldn't lie to her possible flesh and blood. There was no point when Finesse knew who she really was and the way she preferred to do things. Tania was a little more... aggressive than her male counterpart, but she was no less neutral about which side she stood on.
"Without sounding overly feely, I want to be here so that you don't have to hide from Pym to be taught by me. If you want to learn anything else from me."
… I can’t force push you, but I can knock you out with a punch. Aren’t you supposed to be studying or something?
Studying. Hah! Do I really look like the type?
I don't even know these days. Nerds are everywhere.
My job is to make tomorrow's world better. Always has been. Once, long ago, I asked Bucky what purpose Captain America served outside of combat. It was a foolish question. There'll always be something to fight for. And I'll always be a soldier.
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// I logged on to check if I had replies/asks/anything. I swear my follower count said 59 and I was like "nooooooooooooooooooo I'm soorry!!" but it doesn't and you are all still here even though I barely have anything going on on this account. <3
Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via mandolinaes)
