#deviloftherhine

[venomoushelianthus-ca]

[[For the pencil meme I had to make my gosh dang self, and in order from left to right, top to bottom; @arrowgunned, @deviloftherhine, @radicalroot, and @swordedaffair!]]

[candykraken]

♡ +time

I’m not sure if this was intentional or a developer error, but there’s an in-game calendar that suggests Inklings divide weeks into 6 days instead of 7. 

[bloodcursed]

@deviloftherhine | TRESPASSING

☩ | Negotiations never were his strong point, and this was an unfortunate truth that led to taking out the guards that now patrolled the perimeter. Who they were looking for originally and why the zone’s access had been restricted during his absence were mortal minutia he had no interest in. 

On the contrary, his actions did not go unnoticed by them... another batch, in his way again.

           “MOVE.” 

[opticallyenhanced]

@deviloftherhine

The return to the city proper was not one which Shalem felt had much need for fanfare. In fact, returning mean the assassin was quick to return to his penthouse. Though the prospect of fighting wraiths was not a good one, Shalem knew his penthouse would be the safest place he could be.

After all, that’s where he kept all his weapons.

Up on the balcony, looking over the city below, Shalem wondered how long it would be that these wraiths would stay. Is this how everything was going to fall apart? Nothing more than a mere end caused by something going out of control?

At least it seemed that for the most part, the skies were clear for the moment. Clear except for something strange... a person. A person flying without seemingly any sort of equipment. A person flying who looked like a young girl.

“Tanya...” Shalem muttered under his breath as he lowered his rifle. To think that she could fly? Well that certainly wasn’t something he saw every day. Wondering if he could get her attention, the assassin began to shine sunlight off the lens of his scope.

[groolmom-blog]

@deviloftherhine liked for a starter

“Well aren’t you just a cool little guy,” Mrs. George cooed at the stranger. A boy? Oh- a little boy. How precious. Mr. George had always wanted a little boy, but for some reason Mrs. George kept popping out daughters instead. She loved Kylie and Regina though all the same. They were her girls- her posse. 

 “No, no,” She shook her finger at the little boy, holding her glass away from the youngster. Waving her glass to the side, she took another swig of her margarita. “Try me again in 5 years for some of this.“

[grimoriomarcio]

@deviloftherein

It’s nothing that she hasn’t experienced before- or rather, nothing that could phase her after the things she’s seen and been through. 

Francesca isn’t sure that she can say the same about her Chief. So she raises her snowglobe and leans back in her bed, watching the images flash by. Tanya’s out on the streets, trying to help people as expected. Flying no less. Now that was unexpected. 

She set out with a swing in her hips and a swing in her parasol, parting the wraiths with a few well-placed illusions. 

She reached him within minutes, and waved up with a grin. 

“Wow! That’s my Chief! ‘Justice from above’, right? These guys can’t reach you way up there. So I guess when you get that back normally, we’re gonna have an airforce?”

[mediumofthestars]

✯@Deviloftherhine: Resting in a Turnabout (Event)

@deviloftherhine

✯ You know, if there’s any good thing about these city wide catastrophes, it must be how easy it makes exploring abandoned shops and such. Say what you will, but when a Bed and Bath shop is completely deserted and you haven’t had a proper night of sleeps for days, it shouldn’t be a crime simply entering in and laying on a fluffy bed, no?

✯ Maya finds it very soothing. This must be one of their most expensive articles, no? It’s fluffy, soft and it even comes with a slight odor of lemon! How can she not sleep well at this?

✯ Ah, right, because there’s always a jerk breaking the windows and trying to invade it more. She jumps behind the bed, hoping it’s not a wraith or an otherwise hostile character.

[dressedtokill-cittastore]

I would like to make an order: 2 outfits consisting simple casual clothing. no dresses, nothing feminine either thank you very much. must look professional or at least tidy. thank you very much

“I see. Professional-looking casual clothing for someone your size requires tailoring. Let me just get a few measurements...”

...

“Alright. How about these? Feel free to change out what you like. Given the heat of the summer, I thought shorter sleeves would be best.”