#90calibre

[viiktor]

@90calibre 𝖘𝖈

“ What’s more important to you? their life or your reputation ?”

[executionaryglory-archived]

His voice BOOMS with an eerie echo, and his body glows with an eerie, bluish-green tint. The executioner chuckles with the added ambience, glowing eyes directed right at the SHERIFF as his axe is pointed in her direction.

“You think YOU can stop the great DRAVEN? Think again.”

@90calibre sc.

[executionaryglory-archived]

“   violence is indiscriminate. if you use it as a tool, it will do more than just kill your enemies. sometimes it will kill the ones you love most.   ”

“Man, how many times do I have to hear this? Blah blah blah, don’t care, princess.”

Draven doesn’t even look at her, more focused on the axe twirling idly in his hand, seeing his reflection every so often and smirking slightly at it before he finally bringing his gaze back to the sheriff.

“You done?”

[bladeddancer]

› ⠀ STARTER CALL ⠀ ...  ⠀ ft. @90calibre​​  :

she taps her fingers on the table,   in sync with some unheard rhythm    ─    her blades follow motion.   there’s a glitter of impatience in irelia’s eyes.       ❝    well,   what am i supposed to do here?    ❞

[jiinxcd]

❛        YOU  KNOW  WHAT  ---  I’M  NOT  REALLY  IN  THE  MOOD  FOR  TALKIN’      ❜

foot  kicks  a  can  across  the  bridge  ,  a  place  where  great  travesty  occurred  not  too  long  ago  --  well  ,  great  travesty  to  SOME  ,  but  the  click  ,  click  click  of  the  grenade  about  to  BLOW  ?  nothin’  but  music  to  her  ears  !    she  hops  ,  gallantly  jumping  over  a  crack  in  the  foundation  of  the  bridge  before  a  crimson  gaze  shoots  back  towards  the  other  ,  two  fingers  rise  to  shape  a  gun  ,  the  echoes  of  a  familiar  voice  whispering  in  her  ear  ,                                                     do  it  jinx  ,  it’ll  save  EVERYTHING

e  v  e  r  y  t  h  i  n  g  .  as  if  everything  hadn’t  already  been  destroyed  for  her  .  ❛    silco’s  dead   ❜    a  quiet  choke  ,  fists  tighten  to  a  fist      ❛      mylo    ---  claggor        ❜    you  mess  everything  up  !      ❛   vander      ❜    YOU’RE  JUST  A  JINX  ❛    powder  too  ---  you  lookin’  to  be  NEXT ,  hot  shot  ?        ❜

@90calibre​  ❤’d

[decoryphee]

@90calibre liked for a starter / accepting.

the ball whirls to life beside her, mechanisms shifting, the light tick-tick escaping its core. orianna pauses in her steps, head tilts quickly to the left (an odd motion, too clanky, too mechanical), and she turns, glowing eyes staring out into the abyss behind her. darkness conceals, spreads shadows far along the walls and concrete passage, hides that which wishes to remain hidden - but has already been found. ❝is there something you need?❞ she speaks, acknowledges the presence behind her. persistent thing, she thinks to herself, to have followed me all the way out here.

[crescenthost]

@90calibre   sent: ‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night.  ’   /   meme

diana  subdues  the  exasperation  that  the  enforcer's  words  bring  forth—  𝙊𝙁  𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀  𝙄𝙎  𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎  𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂,  choked  up  with  desire.  it's  the  memory  of  soft  lips  and  a  woman  so  bright  the  imprint  of  her  stays  even  after  diana  closes  her  eyes  that  makes  diana  ache  as  much  as  it  makes  her  hold  her  weapon  more  tight,  𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

after  all,  what  is  harder  than  mornings  without  tender  laughter  breaking  open  the  light  of  the  dawn?  it  is  knowing  that,  now,  she’d  cut  into  that  love  with  every  cruel  and  bad  intention,  afraid  to  be  put  once  again  at  odds  with  her  own  heart.  no,  there  is  little  diana  wants  compared  to  𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏  𝙎𝙃𝙀  𝙄𝙎  𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿  𝘽𝙔:  unshakeable  (  undeniable  )  destiny,  of  the  aspect  smoothing  out  whatever  human  sentiment  still  remains.  "  you  sound  like  you  speak  from  experience,  "  diana  says,  "  though  i  am  no  longer  tethered  to  such  things.    " "  the  night's  work  is  never  done.  i  imagine,  "  a  twirl  of  her  weapon,  "  an  enforcer's  isn't  either.  "  she  pauses,  then,  contemplative—    and  although  she  has  shed  her  human  heart,  she  cannot  help  but  grasp  at  others',  𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀  𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙊𝙐𝙏  𝙏𝙊  𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔.  "  what,  then,  do  your  dreams  entail?  what  do  you  want  enough  to  continue  fighting?    "  diana  moves  her  gaze  away  from  caitlyn  to  glance  about  their  landscape.  "  is  it  this  place?  "  a  side  glance,  "  is  it  a  person?  "

[streetwiseofficial-blog]

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