#imortalisducem

[aformerweapon-archive-blog]

[rough day - Jamie] Something didn't feel quite right. Something was off. Henry watched Jamie cross the room and tilted his head at her slightly. As she sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, he spoke up. "Is something the matter, dear?"

        Off was a good word for it; Jamie had been trying to avoid this conversation for over a week now. But nothing had changed, and it was getting to the point where she thought he had a right to know. Settling in next to him, the brunette closed her eyes and tried to steel her nerves, afraid of how he might take the news. "I, um, I need to talk to you about something. I-- I think I-- . . . I'm late, Henry."

[icausedwar]

brooklynstrogers is making me do the thing

Rule 1: Post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their posts, then make 10 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them in your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.

QUESTIONS I WAS ASKED: 

1. Are you a fan of snow? Why or why not?

I like snow when its Christmas. Otherwise, I can't bring myself to stay long in the cold. 2. Tacos or burritos?

This changes everyday, but today I want both. So both. I have a mighty need. 3. If you had to choose any character to be for a day, who would it be, and why?

I would choose to be Shion (No. 6) or maybe even Sora (Kingdom Hearts). I look up to both of them for being strong but also being not exactly the main character. They go through shit and still stay themselves. 4. Sports cars or Trucks? Sports cars anyday.

5. Favorite type of food and why? Favorite type...this is hard. I appreciate almost all and any foods out there.

6. What’s on your TV screen right now? ( Computer screen, if TV isn’t on) ? Attack of the Crab Monsters

7. Favorite holiday and why? Fight between Christmas and Halloween. Halloween I get shit loads of food, but on Christmas I also get shit loads of food. 

8. Favorite fantasy race? This is one of the hardest questions ever...There are so many out there and I love a portion. I guess I would go for Hobbits or Nymphs. Their both lovely.

9. Favorite decade and why?

No idea. Probably the 19th Century, because of Victorian England and the piles of literature we have from that time. 10. Hobbits, Elves or Dwarves? And why?

Hobbits all the way. I relate with them more, and would enjoy the Shire to the brim if I could go. Hobbits are my thing.

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Tagging: 

thelittleoldfashioned, my12percentofamoment, i-am-ilanastark, imortalisducem, twooldtimersandaspider, youcantgivemeorders, corruptedwinter, thebamfblueelf, sharpshooterwithshades, hisavianshadow

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Here's the questions for you guis:

1. Favorite season?

2. Mexican or Chinese food?

3. Favorite video game character - one male, one female. Can be a minor character or enemy.

4. Puppies, kitties, ferrets, etc.?

5. Mermaids or Nymphs?

6. Favorite Queen or King? Why? (If not then a ruler or politician, etc.)

7. Your biggest wish?

8. What do you want to be above all?

9. Dearest toy or stuffed animal?

10. Are you okay today?

[youcantgivemeorders]

[you guyssss]

[icausedwar]

[imortalisducem]

Tony had been wandering around the idea of real life vampires for weeks after Clint had said he'd heard rumor of a group of them when he was younger. Of course, everyone called bullshit, but Tony thought the idea so ludicrous he told the group he would find one and recruit them as a joke. Clint laughed at the idea and bet money that he would find one. Despite it all, here the man was, searching in the streets and alleyways like a badly written detective story waiting to happen, all for five bucks. He should have bet more money. The night was full of teenagers with plastic teeth and black eyeliner so thick you could hardly tell they had eyelids. He stopped outside a lighter part of the city, bored and hungering for a warm sandwhich. He sat down on the windowsill of a brick building and took out his phone, glancing between it and the small crowd briskly moving along in front of him.

[saitlecheminenviron]

        It was easy enough to lose one's way, when it came to the slums of Saint Michel; it was the den of the dredges of Paris society, and the type of place no newcomer should have gone. People who got lost didn't often end up leaving the area unscathed, if they left at all. Those who resided there didn't often stick their necks out for the poor saps who wandered into danger's path, and Eponine was not about to do it without good reason. The man she spotted from her place on the edge of a narrow, crumbling garden wall stood out like a sore thumb, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He had practically marked himself from the start, coming to the area dressed like that. Jumping down from the perch, the brunette slipped into the crowded streets, following the stranger on bare feet as silent as a cat's. This man was bound to have something worthwhile in his pockets; he wouldn't even miss it. And if he did, well, it was his own fault.