𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥

❛ 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 ❜

[silveredscion]

I just don’t have the motivation to be here anymore. I’ve tried to come back several times. And it’s not even the lack of muse.

Tumblr is just toxic and I think I’m done with it tbh. So. If anyone wants to keep contact, ask for my discord. Doesn’t matter how little we’ve talked. And if you’re up for it I rp there too. I just. I think I’m done with tumblr. At least for a long while.

[silveredscion]

Also going on a massive purge on Discord, so if you can’t message me after this, that’s why.

I’ve said it before, and some people tried to prove otherwise at the time, but really, y’all are only here for a specific muse, and don’t give a fuck about the person behind the blog. Couple of you I thought of as really close friends, and I wanted to give the benefit of the doubt, but damn y’all always come through and show how shitty you are.

I don’t wanna cause a fight, or argue, so that’s why I’m doing it this way, and not confronting those specific people. Sure this could be seen as petty, or some people might be like “they’re just people on the internet, you shouldn’t care”.

I’ve made a few friends who are NOT replaceable from my blogs and time here on tumblr. People who I love to death, and who we both plan on meeting up and having all kinds of shenanighans and fun. Friends who I know I’ll have for a lifetime. People who are MILES better than anyone I’ve ever met first in person. 

Guess y’all should consider this my official resignation from Tumblr, then. At least on this blog. Because I’m so done with the shallow bullshit. I don’t have time for it, I don’t have the mental stability for it, and I shouldn’t have to put up with it.

Peace.

[silveredscion]

I just don’t have the motivation to be here anymore. I’ve tried to come back several times. And it’s not even the lack of muse.

Tumblr is just toxic and I think I’m done with it tbh. So. If anyone wants to keep contact, ask for my discord. Doesn’t matter how little we’ve talked. And if you’re up for it I rp there too. I just. I think I’m done with tumblr. At least for a long while.

[silveredscion]

I just don’t have the motivation to be here anymore. I’ve tried to come back several times. And it’s not even the lack of muse.

Tumblr is just toxic and I think I’m done with it tbh. So. If anyone wants to keep contact, ask for my discord. Doesn’t matter how little we’ve talked. And if you’re up for it I rp there too. I just. I think I’m done with tumblr. At least for a long while.

[silveredscion]

So, after ten months of being unemployed thanks to the 'rona being a thing and turning the world upside down, I finally managed to get a job. I know I just came back to this blog, but since it's a full time position, I'm probably gonna be back on low activity. Hopefully I'll be doing replies every other day after work, that's my plan.

So not doing replies tonight, but I'll be doing them tomorrow. I start on Friday officially, so I still have the next two days off. Really hope I don't hate this job lmao.

[silveredscion]

gravitasfatum·:

@silveredscion· asked: Leslie walked past, harshly yanking on the otherman's ponytail, smirking as he did without saying a word.

“Gah!” Luxu let out an indignant and pained shout when his hair was yanked and glared after the young man. “Think that’s funny huh?”

He ran after and snatched the hat from Leslie’s head, making sure to do a little hair yanking of his own while he was at it, and teleported away onto the roof..  “Not as funny as this!” He shouted, throwing the hat down into the crowded street below.

❝ SON OF A-- ❞

Really, Leslie should've seen this coming, but he hadn't even bothered to consider the CONSEQUENCES of his actions against the one-eyed wonder who'd constantly decided to bother him on a near daily basis.

Seriously, what was this guy's deal? Luxu, right, that's what his name was.

❝ --don't you have anything BETTER to do than to loiter around the mansion, anyway?! ❞

[mirisx-deactivated20230930]

@silveredscion​ asked:  “ ★ - drag my muse by the arm “

     “Alright, alright! I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone, just let me go!” Fait yowled, free hand desperately working to pull Leslie’s hand from his arm. His grap was far too tight and if all he was doing was trying to make a point, to get the stupid stray to vacate the area, then he would abide by him and leave, climb back onto the rooftops and slink away like some awkward, idiotic thief in the night. But he had to let him go. If he squeezed his arm any tighter, he was sure to have bruises later on.

     Ears pivoted backward, tail thrashing behind him in irritation, and, somehow, he felt as though he would not be set free so easily - not until Leslie was certain he was far and away from Corneo’s ridiculous mansion and wouldn’t bother coming back at all. Still, the feline would struggle, attempt to catch his feet on loose or jutting cobblestones to give himself leverage, but he wouldn’t find purchase he would remain prisoner to this man for a few moments longer. How irritating.

     “Please, just let me go,” he hissed, yanking all the more until, finally, he gave in.

[silveredscion]

The first time, Leslie let this guy off with a warning. SECOND time, and the silver was already finding himself getting PISSED and irritated; usually people left well enough alone after the first failed attempt, seemed the shorter of the two male's were going to cause the right-hand of the Don a HARD TIME.

And Leslie really wasn't in the mood today. Not that he ever was, but why couldn't this guy just understand that the silver was trying to keep people out of trouble? Some caught on, others didn't because of their impaired judgment due to alcohol or whatever drugs they'd dug up, and some were simply THAT desperate as to give away their dignities to the Don of Wall Market.

Leslie didn't relent until he was certain, much to the brunette's suspicions, that they were far enough away from the mansion, giving a slight SHOVE forward added to his release, a hardened SCOWL on the silver's face.

❝ How many times I gotta tell you, SCRAM? This isn't a place for MEN, no matter how PRETTY they might be. ❞

[silveredscion]

rcdback·:

     A smile mirrored the one given to him, but it never reached his eyes. Undeterred, ‘Pretty boy’ continued his advancement up the stairs, boxing him in with his back to the rich, scarlet lacquer of the doors.  “Perhaps I do have enough time to convince you–”        Voice dripping in honey and suggestion, but loathing flickered like a dying ember beneath the surface. Let him see what he will.  The courtesan slid his hand up Leslie’s chest, curling over his shoulder and pulling him flush.  To the others, it would appear that he was merely trying to seduce his way in, whispering sweet nothings and promises of pleasure.  “▇▇▇▇▇.“

       Truly, the words meant nothing to Nero, perhaps some nickname from a long deceased family member, perhaps a lover’s pet name for him– it mattered not as he hissed into the shell of the silvers’ ear.  The dead and dying still whispered to Nero, and one such soul readily supplied him with the phrase, regardless of how many suppressants he was laden with. Continuing his advancement, he sought to shock, overwhelm, dominate.         Nero’s free hand reached low on the others stomach and pantomimed inching lower, tugging slightly at the edge of his pants.  A sliver of a portal, a slight of hand. The belled sleeves of his garment now concealed the cold metal pressed against the interfering guard’s lower stomach. The threat was not a threat of death–not immediate at least– but instead of pain. Nero felt the other stiffen just a fraction, and he smiled, teeth clicking like the jaws of a trap.   “–But not in front of them.  Perhaps we can discuss this somewhere a little more private.” 

The next slew of events seemed to occur so fluidly, that the silver barely seemed to have time to REALIZE what exactly had led up to this situation until it was already upon him. Much like a predator seeking out its PREY, Leslie knew the other guards would be watching, but in the manner of which he and the raven were positioned, it certainly made it difficult, if not IMPOSSIBLE for them to see what exactly was happening.

But Leslie had a good idea, and he could DEFINITELY feel it against his skin; the coldness of steel and metal KISSING ever so gently, any further motion would've caused damage he wasn't willing to RISK at this point.

And then, there was the BAIT that had been sensually whispered into his ear. It was MORE than enough to draw his interest, threat aside. Frowning, his eyes fixated on the other before him, the silver gave a slight nod, gesturing for the others to open the doors.

❝ Talk first, THEN we'll see. ❞

Despite his growing concern and worry, Leslie's tone, nor his face BETRAYED his thoughts, and as the set of crimson doors parted, he made the motion to back away, assuming the threat would be rescinded long enough for them to go inside, the silver swiping his arm in a gesture that ordered the others to close the doors behind them once they entered.

This was NOT how he was expecting his night to go.

[silveredscion]

boundwithindarkness·:

How interesting- for this being to approach with death either side of the metaphorical knife edge he paced along. From what the sable had been able to gather, Sector 6 and its bright lights and grandeur held a great many dark secrets in its underbelly and ShinRa were interested in one aspect in particular- arms smuggling. Trace a shipment and one could find the apparent betrayer within the company ranks - who it was going to barely mattered but ever curious, Nero wished for all of the details. 

“Threat? Not entirely-” Nero paced further out of the shadows, his bound arms and mask-obscured face disallowing one to read expressions. “I am here on business… a business in which will not result in the harm of any unless I am obstructed.” 

❝ Is that RIGHT. ❞

Though it sounded like a question, the words were spoken more so in a STATEMENT contrary to their implication. Leslie tilted his head to the side, arms folded as he carefully EXAMINED the other male before him. Now that he'd moved further out of the shadows and into the dim lighting provided by the night lights of the PLATE above, the form was more DEMONLIKE than he'd first thought it to be. Yet still having the familiar humanoid SHAPE everyone was familiar with.

Leslie Kyle was QUICK-WITTED as he was sharp, catching onto situations and scenarios quickly, and the possibility of this INDIVIDUAL being some manner of human experiment created by ShinRa HAD crossed his mind; the company had created SOLDIER after all, who said they were done using people in their little pet projects? But it was just an assumption, Leslie didn't have anything backing up the theory.

But it sure did seem STRANGE. Better to see if he could pry out some more info while he had the chance.

❝ Which is...? WHAT, exactly, if you don't mind answerin' a simple question. 'Cause, you see...I've got business of my OWN to see to. ❞

It was putting him in firing range, but a job was a job, and he didn't have a CHOICE.

❝ ...which kind of involves YOU, based on the rumors floating around Wall Market. ❞

[silveredscion]

defiantassistant·:

Understanding the other was quite sarcastic, Chadley merely just rolled his eyes at the age comment, once again making the Cyborg curious to find out just how old he really was…

Chuckling as it seemed his observations had indeed been on track and seemed to have struck a nerve, he merely adjusted his monocle before folding his arms behind his back with a mischievous grin.

“Make me then.” He stated, standing firmly still, watching Leslie closely to curiously see what his next move would be. “I’m waiting~”

Smug little BRAT. Leslie had just about had ENOUGH of this crap, and he wasn't patient enough tonight to deal with it anymore. All he was trying to do was keep some kid from getting himself into TROUBLE, and this is what he had to listen to?

❝ I warned you, and I've had it. ❞

Reaching, the silver GRABBED a hold of the young boy, by the arm, aiming to start DRAGGING him by force to follow, only for Leslie's feet to skid slightly as he walked away from Chadley. Glancing back showed that the younger of them hadn't budged even an INCH from where he was standing.

❝ ... ❞

Another attempt at a HARSHER tug, which only served to nearly dislocate Leslie's ARM, causing him to wince slightly and inevitably let go, a look of utter CONFUSION on his face.

❝ ...you packin' two tons in that backpack of yours or somethin'? The HELL. ❞

[rcdback]

Til Death||

| @silveredscion |         He bore the full weight of their gazes as he approached alone, little more than contempt hinted across his own features.  Three guards stationed at the heavy doors leading inside the manor–In their eyes, each was busy forming their own opinions of Nero. One incredulous, one amused, but the third… The golden eyes glinting from beneath the cap revealed nothing.  Watching, Waiting.  

Clever dog.

    The center of his lower lip had been painted a dark purple, and his eyes heavily shadowed giving no illusion to his profession nor purpose for being there. The garment he wore was expensive, finely crafted of shifting black silk that faded into the colors of a dying sunset, trimmed in golden designs and tied tight around his core with a red sash. He held his arms wide, and though his hands were obscured by the gilded sleeves of the garment, he made a point to show that he was unarmed. From the open collar of the inky yukata, he retrieved two scarlet slips of paper that lain near the tattoos on his chest. One bore Madame M’s sigil, the other Andrea’s.      Maybe it was the latter that had piqued the leader’s attention, Nero made note of as he watched Leslie slide forward through the others. No matter. One curious guard would not be the hitch that derailed his plans for the night, and besides, lying came as easy as breathing for the courtesan. He flicked the slips in the space between them, holding them out for the other.   “I’ll spare you from making a fool of yourself, love. There are simply some things a man can do for another man that a woman can’t. Let me through so I can get this over with. I have other patrons tonight.“ 

[silveredscion]

Many people had come to the mansion in hopes of winning Corneo's favor for some FOLLY errand or another, but this had to come close to truimphing them ALL. Luckily, Leslie Kyle was a man who wasn't easily DECEIVED, and even if he was, it was partially by his own choice to let the scenario play out.

Part of the reason WHY & HOW he'd climbed the ladder and reached such a position of importance within the Don's rankings. Tonight was one of those nights where the silver KNEW it was going to be interesting, and this encounter now sure was proving his predictions right.

His eyes seeming to examine every INCH they possibly could of the raven before him, presenting the earned favors from two of the Trio certainly DID catch him off guard. Madam M, sure, she was known to choose people on a whim and for her own AMUSEMENT, to see the tantrums Corneo would throw. But ANDREA? Just what the hell were these two up to...?

Taking the crimson envelopes, Leslie's golden-yellow eyes examined them over, making sure they were the real deal, before looking back at the figure before him, handing them back with a coy and knowing SMIRK on his face.

❝ Nice try. Sure, your paperwork's in order, but the rule still stands; no PRETTY BOYS are allowed through these doors. Don's got some EXOTIC tastes, for sure, but it ain't THAT exotic. Sorry. ❞

[silveredscion]

dogof-war·:

“Show some enthusiasm, won’t you? You’ll like this one.” 

The grin remains, teeth as sharp as a vampire’s, his stare just as bloodthirsty. Heidegger keeps eyes on the man for a few seconds, his gaze enough to be intrusive until he’s breaking silence with the shuffle of paperwork. A quick toss of a hefty document toward Leslie and then he’s enthusiastically nodding for the other to open it.

“We have intel on his location. The man you so despise-” 

he closes the gap between them, weighty steps making their way toward Leslie and before he’d know it, Heidegger is breathing hot breath down the back of his neck. 

“Vengeance…for your precious girlfriend.” He pauses, a grin forming as his voice becomes a whisper. ”Of course…” without a second thought, a hand is snatching Leslie’s chin. Harsh and rough, fingers that curl around his jaw and bring his eyes to face his master “you’re my girlfriend now, aren’t you, Leslie? Gyahaha!”

' I doubt it ', were Leslie's immediate thoughts on the matter, though the sound of paper and something WEIGHTED drew his attention back forward, just in time for the silver to catch a file that had been tossed his way. The force caused his arms to dip slightly, and his body BENDING a bit to compensate for the sudden motion, his yellow-golden eyes focusing back to the head of Public Safety.

The man who had CONTINUED the further destruction of his life. A man whom, by all rights, considering the information that the silver now had the burden of knowing, shouldn't be in charge of keeping an EYE on Leslie. To be fair, this was probably the BEST CASE SCENARIO for him right now, though. Hojo was far WORSE, as the silver had come to know from talk around ShinRa.

He should count his blessings where he could, because Gaia only knew what ELSE might become of him if he put up too much of a fuss.

❝ FIANCE ❞, Leslie seemed to emphasize with a SHARPNESS to the tone of his voice, though the expression on his face didn't betray any inner feelings. The silver simply REFUSED to have Merle acknowledged in any way LESS than how important she had been to him.

More important, by the implications, had ShinRa been tracking down Corneo? Leslie knew they had a bone to pick with the Don for blabbing out their plans to Avalanche. Wanted him DEAD just as much as the former right hand did. Still, why let HIM handle it, when the Turks, or SOLDIER could handle it much more EFFECTIVELY & EFFICIENTLY?

But the silver's thoughts were interrupted, and so was the question he'd been on the cusp of posing as he felt the other man's hand GRIP his face, and his hot, suffocating BREATHE against his skin, which made his stomach turn. And Heidegger's WORDS? They caused Leslie to SCOWL & SCOFF, his eyes shifting to look ANYWHERE but up at the man towering over him.

❝ I'm more of a MAN than you'll ever be.

Poor choice of words, and Leslie KNEW it, too, but it hadn't stopped him from saying them.

[silveredscion]

defiantassistant​:

‘I am not a child.” He stated calmly, simply stating a fact even though Leslie was clueless to its actual meaning.

Then Leslie made his own mistake, making Chadley blink as he failed to understand the threatening sarcasm. 

“Well just from my silent observations you don’t seem happy at all with your job or co workers. Your anger and frustration hints that you actually do want to do something about it, but can’t because actually to weak.”

Certainly could say the same about himself really, which was why he was so certain that he had read Leslie correctly. While Chadley had calculated that there was a chance this was going to get violent, he also wasn’t worried about it. 

Even if it DID, it wasn't like Leslie was in the habit of threatening CHILDREN. His line of work may have been less than grandios, but he hadn't even been put into a compromising enough position that would've warranted him bringing harm to a kid.

Though according to the 'KID' himself, he wasn't a child. Yeah okay.

❝ Sure thing, and I'm Santa Claus' son. Next you'll tell me how you've got some weird condition that makes you look like a kid, but you're ACTUALLY in your fourties. ❞

Actually...why did that seem somehow POSSIBLE, given ShinRa's track record?

Though going back to the more important issue at hand, this kid...sure had been down here long enough to come to such an accurate, detailed conclusion. One that, if anyone else caught wind of it, could land him in HOT WATER with his position at the Don's side. Nothing could ruin his plans, not even some snot-nosed, know-it-all KID.

❝ And you don't have any sense of CAUTION, either. Just like a brat. Listen, get outta here. I won't warn you again, because that smart mouth of yours can get you into TROUBLE in Wall Market. Run off back home, kid. ❞

[silveredscion]

verumcordibus·:

“Lady Primrose sends her reguards.” He corrected with a chuckle, just here to play the part of a messenger.

“Though if you do happen to be free later I most certainly won’t complain.”

Leslie was one that certainly caught his eye a few times, though he wondered what kind of man he really was considering the scum he worked for. Then again if Prim trusted him he couldn’t be all that bad?

Figures this would be some message from Primrose. Still, didn't mean Leslie found this FINE by any means. If anything he was just ANNOYED because of it. Cheeky redheaded--actually, this guy reminded the silver of a certain TURK he'd seen around from time to time in Wall Market. Here's to hoping there wasn't any RELATION. Couldn't be, Turks didn't typically HAVE family.

❝ Sure am--not for YOU, though. Now beat it, don't have time for wise guys. ❞

[silveredscion]

@dogof-war ➤ WARNING - “Leslie-” his grin is like a shark’s, sharp fangs bared in the presence of the other “want to get your hands dirty?” / I MISSED THIS ok

Leslie had a feeling he REALLY didn’t want to know or understand the implications of the man’s words, a chill running down his spine. How many times had he done so on behalf of Corneo? Numerous, practically UNCOUNTABLE, each and every time had made him SICK for doing so, too.

Just because he’d been caught and dragged to ShinRa, didn’t mean he wanted to do them ANY favors–well, not that he really had a CHOICE though, just the mere ILLUSION of a choice in the matter.

Gaia forbid he did or said soemthing out of line that resulted in another…‘INTERROGATION’ session.

❝ NO, but I’m sure you’re going to make me do it, anyway. What’s the job. ❞

The question was spoken with a slight hint of reluctance. Heidegger made his SKIN CRAWL. Going from working for the slimiest slimeball in all of Midgar, to now being the LAPDOG of a LAPDOG? Leslie was DEFINITELY in worse shape than he’d ever been. So much for trying to leave Midgar to finish off the Don…

[silveredscion]

@dogof-war

[silveredscion]

@dogof-war ➤ WARNING - "Leslie-" his grin is like a shark's, sharp fangs bared in the presence of the other "want to get your hands dirty?" / I MISSED THIS ok

Leslie had a feeling he REALLY didn't want to know or understand the implications of the man's words, a chill running down his spine. How many times had he done so on behalf of Corneo? Numerous, practically UNCOUNTABLE, each and every time had made him SICK for doing so, too.

Just because he'd been caught and dragged to ShinRa, didn't mean he wanted to do them ANY favors--well, not that he really had a CHOICE though, just the mere ILLUSION of a choice in the matter.

Gaia forbid he did or said soemthing out of line that resulted in another...'INTERROGATION' session.

❝ NO, but I'm sure you're going to make me do it, anyway. What's the job. ❞

The question was spoken with a slight hint of reluctance. Heidegger made his SKIN CRAWL. Going from working for the slimiest slimeball in all of Midgar, to now being the LAPDOG of a LAPDOG? Leslie was DEFINITELY in worse shape than he'd ever been. So much for trying to leave Midgar to finish off the Don...

[oflockhearted]

Leslie Kyle

[unpopularrpt-blog]

Seriously?

People sending anons to RPers over 20 telling them to get a life because they RP. That’s so stupid!

Are there any RPers out there who are over 25? Wouldn’t it be nice to show the RPC that RPing is not only for teens? Most of us have been here for years because we love writing and we love the characters we’ve created and the stories we’ve written and the friends we’ve made.

Please reblog if you agree and you’re 21+