#cisnecorazon

[renoxvated]

The air smelled like cheap cologne and mildew, like the paint was peeling off the walls, not from radiation, or the bombs but from the stagnant scent of booze and sex. Roy didn’t really care for it all, too loud, too fake, too much…although if he was being honest, something about New Vegas and its vices had him tethered here, his ball and chain so to speak, just not for the reasons one might think.

Dressrosa wasn’t the Lucky 38, she was bustling with old world blues and new world charms. Too bad Roy didn’t have any charms of his own, still he tugs at the collar of a too tight dress shirt, black suit jacket hanging on his form, he wants to shrug it off. ❝Anyone in charge around here that I can speak to?❞ The Courier looks towards the front desk, the person in front of him stammers. 

❝I ain’t got all day to listen to yammerin’ and I’m too sober to care for answers that ain’t, yeah I know a guy let me get ‘em’ for you. So go on and get ‘em’.❞ He continues, the last bit of his words having a sort of exasperated tone. He’s sure by now they know who he is, why he’s here had to be anyone’s guess, but here he was in all his…glory, yeah, okay.

@cisnecorazon

[renoxvated]

🖼️ For Fallout verse, please! I love your graphics!

What happens in New Vegas, stays in New Vegas, right?"I'm going to kill him, sonofabitch killed fucking Benny before I could wrap my hand around his throat." Roy spits out, his anger palpable. Coarazon doesn't say a word, not as if he usual did. Roy understood why though, he talked enough for the both of them anyway. The Courier tilts his head to the side, half confused, half angry.

"No offence but I said I'm going to kill him, put him on ice, capeesh? I didn't travel around the goddamn mojave desert to get blueballed on this."Corazon gives a small shrug, taking a drag of the cigarettes between his lips. "So you don't care if I kill your brother?" He asks, although it isn't really a question, he can tell the answer even when unspoken with the way the other looks towards him. "No offence taken." the blond finally speaks. There's a look in his eyes that Roy isn't really smart enough to fully register...but he understands regardless. What happens in New Vegas, stays in New Vegas, hopefully that included murder. @cisnecorazon

[songofnoheart]

I see — Character Perception Meme [ Hi, good evening from Florida! :) ]

Send me “I see” and I’ll tell you how my character perceives yours ~ accepting

Cora- Who? Brook doesn't know much about him. Brook was never really close to Law, since the doctor seemed a little too obsessed with figuring out how he worked and it made Brook feel a little uncomfortable. Plus, he never stepped foot onto Dressrosa, so he never figured out who Corazon is. Still, if he was to look without any previous knowledge, Brook would say that Corazon seems like a light-hearted, goofy person with a lot of love to give. Brook would know since he is similar in a way. He does like people like that and would totally be eager to get to know Corazon better!

[summerxmelodies]

Continued from [X] @cisnecorazon

The funny thing was, she hadn't been talking to him at all. She'd been fussing at the juvenile delinquent that frequented the shop, Geri. The kid was forever into something. He'd stolen more than a few things and broken just as many.

Why? The usual reasons; a rough home life and any attention was good attention.

When the vial shattered, her attention immediately shifted to the tall man beside her. Dammit. She sighed, glancing to the door as Geri bolted, leaving her and the unfamiliar customer alone. She glanced down at her shoes with a faint frown, but waved his offer away.

“It's alright… Didn't mean to startle you. I was talking to Geri…” and she nodded toward the door. 

She reached for the rag in her pocket and knelt down to start cleaning, seeking to get the liquid off her shoes mostly before going to fetch the broom. “Watch for the glass,” and she offered the rag to him as she stood, momentarily struck by the fact that something about him seemed familiar.

No. She was sure they'd never met before. She pushed the thought aside and left him with the rag to clean his shoes while she fetched the broom and dust pan. 

“Were you looking for anything in particular?”

[conquiistador]

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured 8)

YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO ; PROMPTS . ( accepting! ) .

RED . The most stunning colour. Blood. An accessory more vivid than pearls. Than gems. Than gold. It contrasted nicely to pale skin, and yet, the sight before him was not beautiful.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Enough blood for it to escape onto the floor. Mixing with dirt that someone had dragged in prior. A deep furrow appeared between his brows, mouth slightly open in surprise. Then his fingers flexed. Deadly. He would kill for this.

Rocinante's blood was the same as his own. It was his blood. Dripping onto the ground. Doflamingo felt it as painfully as if he was the one bleeding. Bleeding out. He stood up, the chair he'd been sitting in creaking harshly against the floor, creating scrape marks. Claws as if he needed to prove his anger.

❝ Who did this to you? ❞ He asked. Demanded a reply as he stepped over to meet his brother. Hands reached out. Deadly. But not to harm him. No, never him. The palms placed against the other's chest added firm pressure. Who dared to this to you? Where are they? I will kill them. The fabric of his shirt was soaked crimson. Staining Doflamingo's fingers now. The contrast not as sharp against his tanner skintone. The blood was sticky. He pressed his palms into the wet shirt like he could soak it up and inhale it through skin. Put it back into his own veins.

Who did this to you?

[healingbrews]

the either or game

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[healingbrews]

⭐ one of my muse’s AUs (80s AU!)

Muse Moodboards | Accepting

[renoxvated]

🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

Roy loves to listen to old Holotape Westerns. He also very much enjoys talking to Gramps (Raul) about them.

I like to think he FINALLY got to watch one when he started staying at The Lucky 38, now he’s lowkey obsessed with watching them in what little downtime he has. His favorites are the old Cooper Howard ones. He actually HATES The Man From Deadhorse however, which might come as a shock given it’s the movie where Coop’s character gets REVENGE. He liked Coop being a good guy, thought that a guy like him shouldn’t have had to get his hands dirty, because he was above it.

Just because Roy himself isn’t above REVENGE didn’t mean that he wanted to see an ACTUAL good guy skirt the lines of morality. For all his faults even Roy, who revealed in his own revenge had a hero too and it wasn’t whatever became of The Man From Deadhorse.