ℬ𝔂 𝓭𝒆𝓪𝓽𝓱'𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝒆 ⁽ᵃᵖ

[rexetignus]

[novoicetocry]

[previousname-isdead]

mood.

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« Peculiar Stranger »

“I would have to agree with you there. Mm, but relax, I’m not trying to make accusations. Merely an observation.”

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            ❝ Considering your earlier comments and your demeanor I doubt you’d be the type to do such without evidence. Of course, that’s merely an observation. ❞ Plush tiers skewing ever so minutely to discreetly compliment a jesting glimmer dancing within pools of attentive cerulean.

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                  𝔒𝔥, 𝓘'𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝑦𝔬𝔲                                       𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝑘𝔢𝔰.

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« Curious Creature »

>> OPEN TO MUTUALS .

                  ❝  You’re walking a tightrope bound to slip  ❞  

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                     ❝ To live is to dance on the edge of DEATH. ❞

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« Peculiar Stranger »

“And not concerned about the so-called threat of the local law enforcement?~”

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           ❝ Rules are more like guidelines that I simply have no desire to follow. Besides, it’s not like I’ve killed anyone yet. ❞

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« Peculiar Stranger »

“- Either respectable, impressive, or a distinct collection of paranoia.~”

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                 ❝ Hn, funny. How about ready to deal with any situation? ❞

[dreaonzagle]

grief is such a quiet thing. it digs into  your very bones and stays to rest. sometimes it disturbs you as it shifts in its sleep. sometimes it wakes up and it’s like nothing’s changed.

excerpt from #moderngriefproblems by Drea Onzagle | grief book (via aesterismos)

@freedomfallen

(via ablackwing)

[rexetignus]

That moment when you realize two sassy muses have been placed in the same room.

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« Peculiar Stranger »

@rexetignus ♥’d for a small starter

“You can learn a lot about a woman based on her choice of weapon.”

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                 ❝ And what, pray tell, would that be? I have several. ❞

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« Reluctant Associate »

@rexetignus

These deals were getting easier; easy enough to arouse suspicion but then he was young. Twenty-five and full of confidence. A damn badge could be in place right before him and he’d still be waving those dollar bills as if they were his honour. 

The fact of the matter was that he was proud. Keen to call himself the next man to be made. So, he dabbled in petty crime. Extortion, laundering, fraud and the other dirty laundry of the family but soon enough his skills would be put to better use. He’d become a made man. Making his bones through the killing of another. An enemy. It was only a matter of time. Only a breath away from being commanded by his father. He worried about it. Hell, he was nervous. But really? He sort of looked forward to it. 

The respect. The gusto. A part of him couldn’t wait for the relevance. 

He stands in the cold, his hands gripping at his forearms in an attempt to warm himself. While there were no others about, he’d focus on escaping the cold through light shaking and the odd exhale of air. 

Soon enough, his ritual is interrupted by a woman. His contact. The one with whom he’d be working alongside tonight. Their target? A casino just short of downtown. Real sleazy place; a little more akin to a brothel than a home to gambling. 

He side-eyes her, his exterior suddenly forgetting the cold as he attempts to appear a little tougher before her.    

“Good t’meet you” he wasn’t too pleased about having a female companion…to him, it was as if his family were mocking him “I’m Peter.”

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         Returning to a civilian lifestyle was not a simple task for an individual who had seen and performed acts that they may never speak of for the sake of keeping their nation safe. If anything, it increased the difficulty of doing so. Years which most young men and women spent frivolously partying or pouring themselves into books in pursuit of a degree were surrendered for the sole purpose of protecting  what was precious — life. 

         From the instant she was old enough, she enlisted in the Marine Corps determined to not only display that she was just as capable of fighting on the front lines alongside the men but to prove that she would overcome any challenge thrust at her. In years before there had been females to become marines, however, none had succeeded in not only being placed on the front lines but also being offered a chance to join the black ops division. It was an opportunity that was gratefully accepted. What had once been nothing but a determined little girl transformed into a ruthless, silent predator trained to kill with her bare hands. Others flirted with mortals — she flirted with DEATH.

         The particular skills gained opened very few doors in terms of employment that would permit them to be continuously honed, one of which was thankfully perfect. A detective for the police department. Though not a simple one who merely scrounges for clues. An undercover detective who specializes in cases oft too dangerous for most.

         Hence her presence being thrust upon a man whom gave the air of a person near in age. Personality and demeanor? Hardly.

         Playing tough? Really? Either the poor male was trying to be impressive or had the impression her credentials would not be enough to aid him in the shared task assigned to them.

         A cool glance is cast toward his voice followed at first by a noise of indifferent recognition reverberating from the depths of her throat. ❝ Considering your evident discomfort, I CAN’T say the same. ❞ Cold, short, uncaring. Warmth was reserved for those privy to her boundaries. ❝ Lightning. ❞ Shifting her weight with ingrained precision, the woman pivoted away from her reluctant partner to stroll towards the target exuding no indication towards minding if Peter pursued or not.

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

[rexetignus]

« Fool »

     THERE SHE WAS, a wildflower blooming vividly inside the blistering belly of chaos.  Fate weaved its strings strangely, fabricating turns of events that not even a God could perceive.  Our villainous entity’s silhouette came onto an imminent descent, particles of soil took flight beneath his dormant domain.   ‘’ Hmm, you don’t appear like the remaining parasites. ‘’ Demeanour fervently spewed between his lips, they were trained to judge the weak, he did not care nor wish to imagine how luck remained steadfast by her side, but … . a little moment of entertainment could be attained perhaps ??  

     Snow-kissed boots embraced the crusted earth’s skin, pushing a wave of wind that so brutishly sent projectile granite in randomized directions. It was easy to see — look at him — that power && supremacy was by his side, physically and magically in terms.  ‘’  You aren’t from here, are you ?? ‘’ His predatorial eyes were untethered, viciously devouring her outlines && overall appearance with a hunger demonstrated by none other.  She was in HIS domain, this was HIS world to rule and thus?  Well, it was all down to a matter of luck and personality — could she abide by his rules?

     If she was an ally of justice then clearly she’d notice; a mocking sneer gracing his facial visage.  Ruin was a mantle best worn by a Judge, and thus that is all that prevailed after his doctrine had been clarified.  In fact, she could perhaps be the LAST remaining human being alive — what a thought.  ‘’ Heh, I’ve purified this beautiful world from your kind, ‘’ parasitic ‘’ creatures. ‘’  Her query, at last, received its appropriate answer, without an ounce of remorse nor thought of how many perished in the genocide which transpired.  

                            He gazed, his sneer remained INTACT.

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                                               Parasites….?

       For a moment her gaze lingered unblinking upon his form as the venomously toned word registered in the vestiges of an ever calculating mind. Ah — mortals. He was referring to mortals. Gradually, unpainted lids fell giving way to several rapid flutters of dark lashes breaking the stoic stare cast on the aberrant male whom of which posed thoughts reminiscent of a deity she would rather sooner forget. Unfortunately, the fates desired to cast cruel cards challenging the warrior once more with a entity whom, though different in appearance, possessed an all too familiar notion of altering the world to HIS desires. The only alteration being that she had neither kith or kin to protect for they had all perished in an obliterated reality.

       Keen eyes inspected the unknown male’s visage with renewed interest, noting that despite possessing no magical aura (at least one she discern clearly) a daunting sensation emanated from him as though it ebbed out of his very essence. There was no denial in the physical prowess displayed yet appearances were never to be confided in for strength can not be discerned by looks alone. If Lightning were to select any aspect to reveal the man’s fortitude it would have to be his eyes &mdashp; not for the condescending glare etched within the obsidian irises but for the RAGING FIRE of a soul burning within them. ❝ I wonder what gave that away, ❞ a light sneer accompanying the arrant tone. Perhaps allowing her natural disdain for obvious question was an ill-favored item to reveal, however, when one had suffered the ordeals she had all cares for another’s thoughts were gone. 

       Disregarding his haughty demeanor, a leather clad hand raised permitting slender digits to apply pressure on the bridge of her nose — the act paired with an exasperated sigh. Why was it that each instance an individual, mortal or not, deemed it ‘necessary’ to purge a plane they viewed to be infested she received the short end of the stick and was left to deal with them? Oh, wait. THE BLOODY FATES. The woman was adamant they were snickering from wherever they were perched in observation. ❝ Let me guess, you want to create a new world because you’re tired of how humanity behaves. ❞ 

       Dropping the gloved appendage granted the unnamed stranger a view of the disgruntled expression adorning the woman’s face. ❝ I’ll warn you now that the last god who executed a similar plan was destroyed, unfortunately, by my hand so if your demise is what you seek then, by all means, continue. ❞ Swiftly the formerly disregarded hand rose again in a halting motion to signify an allowance to continue her words if the individual should choose to consider acting on the prior comment. ❝ However, fighting and defending this world is NOT why I’m here; that job will be someone else’s concern. My presence is merely due to a failed attempt to destroy me. Nothing more, nothing less. ❞

[drogonqueen-archive]

favorite lit quotes ➤ vicious, v.e. schwab

[rexetignus]

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      Cerulean irises scrutinized the devastation strewn before them momentarily stirring the thought that the crumbled environment had been a result of the fallen savior’s arrival. Nay, the force of her body crashing from a crumbling reality possessed no such destructive capability leading to an assumption of either a great calamity or use of a destructive weapon, whether man-made or magical in make. Curiosity nestled within the warrior’s breast spurring leather clad limbs to move, trained muscles coiling beneath the veneer of porcelain flesh effortlessly casting the lithe form to the air. 

      With grace akin to a feline, Lightning perched herself atop one of the few intact structures to once more survey the world torn asunder attempting to gleam any information as to her current location. Time felt irrelevant to the woman whose own body was out of time, the shell holding the essence of life having survived far past the years of a normal mortal life span. Thus what could appear as hours to one individual were nothing more than minutes to one whom had decided who would remain and whom would perish. 

    It was not ‘till the sensation of being watched did the fallen one tear the cool gaze from the horizon, her body twisting to view just whom had come to approach her finding a curious sight — A FLOATING MAN. From a quick reach it was apparent magic did not grant the peculiar being his current position rising further questions in an already buzzing mind. 

                                     ❝ What befell this world? ❞ 

      There were perhaps more pressing questions to offer, however, learning the fate of the space around her being was a start.  

@z-amasu

[rexetignus]

[ I’M ALIVE! After what feels like almost a year hiatus, I have returned. With that said, I’m going to be updating the blog’s playlist and re-learning the writing style I used. If anyone wants a quick little returning starter (it will help me get back into the swing of things) feel free to poke me ]