#ambitionfcrged

[wanderingguest]

+ @ambitionfcrged​ for William

“It’s not that I hate you, really. After all, you helped free me in a way. Helped make me what I am. But, you know, if you were on life support, I’d unplug it to charge my phone.”

[somebadguys]

@ambitionfcrged // ❛  i'm not done with you yet.  ❜

She whimpers, and she hates herself for it.

Blood trails down her stomach, like tears. This is a crucifixion, but she is no saint. Her fingertips, long since gone numb, flex and contract painfully, held in the chains hung over her head. A failure, a failure. He echoes the words, punctuates each condemnation with a whip.

( She got hurt. You let her get hurt. It's your fault. ) It's all she can do to shoulder the blame, etching the burden into her bones. He doesn't offer her salvation. Every crack of leather on skin reminds her that she doesn't deserve it. What was she, if not a tool for his use? What was her purpose, her worth, if she couldn't manage to protect one girl? Those wounds should have been writ on her skin. Rosalie was precious -- irreplacable. But she? She was simply the one meant to jump in front of the gun and take the hit.

"I'm sorry." Her voice barely breaks out past the tightness of a throat done long dry. How long has he kept her for? (No, don't think that -- don't think about anything. Don't wonder the day or time.) "Please," she breathes, and her voice breaks. Trails of tears roll through dust stained cheeks. "Please. Let me -- let me make it up to you. I promise," a sob, half caught in her chest, "I won't let you down again."

And even as she prays for redemption, Wren knows she isn't worthy of it.

[somebadguys]

@ambitionfcrged // ❛ I would never kill you. Not in a million years. What I can do - what I will do is hurt you, worse than I did before. ❜

Goosebumps sweep over her skin. Supplicant, she's on her knees before him, prey to whatever he'd like to do. It takes great imagination to try and conjure any punishment worse than she's felt at his hands; beaten, whipped, bled, left for days on end -- what more could he possibly do?

There's not a single goddamn doubt in her mind that he would come up with something new.

"I won't fail." Fingers grip her chin, painful enough to bruise -- and it will. Nothing more than she deserves. Nothing less. Not once has she dared to avert her eyes, trained as they are on his fathomless depths. The promise of eternal suffering is etched in each line of his face, his clenched jaw, and she's not stupid enough to not feel a primal fear at the suffering he could deliver. His hand lowers, thumb tucked at the soft hollow under her chin, fingers tightening around her throat. Testing. Pushing. Prove it, she hears, though his mouth hasn't moved to speak.

"I swear." Breathed, gasped. "I won't fail you."

[somebadguys]

@ambitionfcrged ― ❛ I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that? ❜

NOBODY. Not a single goddamn person. Could be why she’s so faithful to him — could be, but it’s not. Truth is, she was gone, hook, line, and sinker for years, and her allegiance is completely his. It doesn’t hurt that he’s ended lives that tried to end her own, and she sure as hell can’t rule out the fucking. It’s everything at once. It’s nothing. But she’d follow him straight down to hell.

“Guess you’re right.” Fingers twist a knife to dance between fingers, ever moving, ever fidgeting. A grin. “Pretty romantic, if you ask me.”

[intcthatgoodnight]

INDULGENT TROPES MEME // accepting

@ambitionfcrged: one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other - okay but hear me out; William coming in for training sessions one day in the early years, and at some point Mikhail notices he’s wearing the cross necklace their parents gave Mikkah when she was a little girl, one she always wore ? I know it’s specific it’s just what instantly sprang to mind

Just like every morning, two armed guards led him through the maze of hallways to one of the many training rooms, slamming the door behind him. It seemed William was to be his trainer today. He was one of the more sadistic ones, he seemed to truly derive pleasure in beating Mikhail down. Often Mikhail would spend the nights after these training sessions barely able to move as he healed from injuries William joyously inflicted on him. The slight silver lining in all of it was that during these sessions Mikhail could fully give into his anger, let out the rage and hatred, and try and give as good as he got. It wasn’t completely lost on him that this was most likely something they wanted him to do.

A glint of gold around William's neck caught his eye. It struck him as odd for the man to be wearing any sort of jewelry during training. A closer look knocked the breath out of him as if he had been struck in the chest. He recognized that charm. A small golden cross, something so innocuous, but he knew it. How many times had he seen that same necklace around his sister's neck? More than he could remember. To see it now worn by this cruel monster made his blood run cold. He was suddenly all too aware of how long it had been since he had last seen Mikkah.

Mikhail closed the space between them in a few quick strides. He grasped the delicate charm in his fist, moments away from tearing it from the man's throat. “Why do you have this? It doesn’t belong to you.”

[spidcrmenace]

how is this our problem? / @ambitionfcrged

"It's your problem. Not my problem. I didn't have anything to do with this. You did. Not me," he says arms crossing his chest. "I claim no responsiblity for your disaster. That's on you. Not me."

"So, you clean it up or get someone else's name attached to it," he paused for a moment, "Just not mine."

[spidcrmenace]

you have attachment issues. please fix it. / @ambitionfcrged

"You're the one who's decided that I have them in the first place." Otto may have become slightly attached to something he liked, but even he knew when it was better to let it go. To distance himself from the situation due to one reason or another.

Normally, it was because of someone deciding to turn him in to the police or they accused him of being a murderer. A truth, but one that he didn't take kindly to these days. It caused him to act brashly and in turn pretty much destructively.

"We both know fully well that I have no attachment to you. None whatsoever, Billy."

[spidcrmenace]

❝ i can’t have you interfering in what i have left to do. ❞ / @ambitionfcrged

"My days doing that shit is over." Not by choice, but by design. Perhaps it was his own greed or unwillingness to change what he'd been doing for his own means of survival. Granted, there was no doubt some who would believe that it was all for his own ego - it was not.

"If anything," he says, "I will support you. Simply that."