#intranox

[gunslingiing-blog]

caress + bicep.

Send ‘caress’ and a body part to see how my muse reacts to being stroked there.

“oh, yeah. feel that?” he flexes his arm for kez. “that’s all muscle. i could lift a whole salmon with these bad boys.”

[notpetals]

⇛

Send me a ⇛ for my muse to react to your muse pointing a gun at them

   His gaze travels downwards to the weapon in hand, directed at him no less. Amusement runs down his spine towards her act of threatened violence though otherwise does not make itself known. Best to leave surprise lingering should she pull the trigger and find meager bullets have done nothing more than put a few holes into him. 

   “Do you think it wise to do that?” Yor shifts and draws back the cloak that had curled about his form in the low breeze, hand lingering just above Thorn, hues trained to meet her now. “Better make it count.”

[rebooted44]

Gives him a little pat on the shoulder, "I hope you're having a good day, Banshee."

touch my muse -- tread with caution

“hm.” banshee glances up at the unfamiliar face, head cocked almost questioningly. nothing unusual here. so he offers kez an appreciative nod.

“thanks.” he would smile if he could. “hope your day’s been a good one, too.”

[eliksnii-a]

slides over some food, this is how she tries to make friends.

   Rhysis peers over curiously, down to the foot being passed along to him. Four eyes blink in unison before turning to stare at the person offering. There is no telling yet just who this might be as since the time passed between the Red War and now it seemed as if so many non-Guardian people were out and about.

   “You may keep your food, I am not hungry. The thought is appreciated.” 

[rnxgade-blog]

do you feel lucky, or do you think you just “got lucky”?

          --visage hidden behind visor is directed at her, posture slumped and nothing like the ‘legends’ he’s sure have been spread about him. shin malphur didn’t want this - never asked for anything he was given. all he wanted was a family, one that didn’t get wrapped up in the light and the politics that came with it. so much for that.

          “neither.” a pause, body turned away slightly, closed off. “nothin’ lucky about it.” // @intranox // a meme // aa

[hisvengeance]

@intranox

SHE WAS GOOD! Or so he heard. A top-shelf killer. One that could perform any task, given the right amount of pay. Naturally, due to the nature of Jericho’s field-- -- rebelling against The Machine Empire, he needed to see it first hand. Through a proxy, he hired her to kill none other than himself. A cryptic message was added, however: one that told her to cease her hunt once the target spoke a specific phrase. In a way, hiding, running, intermixing with the smog of the night. It felt freeing. It felt like HOME. A grin appeared upon his visage. She was close. Very close. Yet he wasn’t done with her just yet. He had to see how she fared in actual combat first.

[ofprimeval]

💖

hand holding is a mistake waiting to happen. 💖

“hmm.” thank god i’m wearing gloves, is the first thing the drifter thinks to himself after he feels something suspiciously hand-shaped squeeze his hand. a highly unusual sensation to be feeling at any given time, in his book. so he looks over his shoulder at the perpetrator. 

“you always this grabby?”

[gunslingiing-blog]

😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.

Intimidation Meme

thats what i wanted to hear!! thank you for thinking so!