#irrcverence

[huntingswarm]

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“        Where    do    you    think    YOU’RE    GOING    ???        ”        Cassandra        (    spoiled    as    she    was    )        knew    that    Jessica    had    a    job    to    do.        But    she    didn’t    really    care.        She    wanted    entertainment    and    she    was    HELL    BENT    on    getting    it.        “        Drop    your    other    assignments.        You’re    only    responsibility    today    is    to    wait    on    me.        ”        Mother    probably    WOULDN’T    AGREE,        but    she    was    much    too    occupied    today    so    Cassandra    KNEW    she    could    away    with    it.

[astwisted]

@irrcverence​ //

“you’re still up,” the blonde spoke up, entering the kitchen area of her extravagant home. she’s still getting used to having someone else stay with her, nevertheless a former client of hers, but it’s not bothersome. if anything, the interruption of the usual silence that filled the rooms was somewhat pleasant. “or am i wrong on the assumption that you haven’t slept?” 

[dimtrescu]

【 ♱.  @irrcverence​​​ 】

afternoon  tea.  yet another luxury that lady dimitrescu delights in taking part in.  of course, it wouldn’t be nearly so delightful without jessica’s presence.  porcelain  clinks  softly against her plate as she gently sets her teacup down, golden stare drawn to those familiar, delicate features.  today, she drinks tea, not blood.  that  desire has been saved for later.

❛ do you like games, my dear? ❜  a cryptic question, to be sure  --  one that is nonetheless ripe with meaning.  alcina has  quite  the plan in mind.  she simply intends to set it up in precisely the correct way, lead jessica by the hand so as to make the experience most enjoyable.

[richardtrager]

Continued from here. 

@irrcverence

      One machete hack to the arm and the girls are falling all over him, eh? Well, not in the ways he wants. I mean, jesus, is it really that bad? Richard catches sight of his left arm, dangling without feeling... and suddenly it’s all a little more real. There’s some pain creeping up into his chest and it isn’t feeling great. Honestly, his stomach is already beginning to clench with nausea. Can’t the shock of it stick around just a little longer? He’s trying to make conversation over here.

Yeah, ‘jesus fucking christ’ is right.

      “Oh, you know...” Whatever cheap line he was about to throw out just drifts away out of his reach. C’mon Rick. Don’t pass out on me, buddy. Keep it together. “Well, you’re looking now, aren’t ya? Give me a hand will ya?”

      The executive stumbles into a crouch more than sits, his vison swimming. “Find something to uh... tie around it. Your shirt? Eh?” He still, by some chaotic miracle, has the strength to wiggle his eyebrows. Maybe this isn’t a horrible way to go...

[heizen]

@irrcverence​ asked:  ‘ who are you? ‘ 

question starters ( accepting ! ! )

  the  villagers  loved  their  gossip  and  folktales  about  what  looms  behind  castle  walls  but  not  one  had  the  courage  to  see  for  themselves.  perhaps  living  in  fear  with  the  swirl  of  mystery  was  how  they  got  through  their  miserable  lives.  that,  along  with  watching  lost  individuals  wander  cluelessly  until  they  found  his  factory  or  seek  warmth  in  his  sister’s  humble  abode.  more  or  less,  those  who  wandered  to  heisenberg’s  factory  should  consider  themselves  lucky  —  wolves  do  enjoy  a  hunt,  the  chase  and  playing  with  their  food  long  enough  to  hear  it  squeal.  he  considers  the  young  girl  who  has  fallen  prey  without  realizing  it a  lost  lamb,  doe  in  the  headlights  of  an  oncoming  truck.

  yet  as  he  stands  behind  her  and  waits  for  her  to  notice  his  presence,  her  focus  never  seems  to  leave  the  mechanical  creation  that’s  partially  complete.  heisen  waits  until  she’s  about  to  touch  the  device  before  allowing  his  sledgehammer  to  drop  onto  the  concrete,  fingers  curled  around  the  hammer’s  hilt  rather  gently.  through  eye  contact,  the  slight  yelp  of  surprise  and  question  flung  out  with  the  threat  of  a  tremble,  the  man  doesn’t  move  an  inch.  then,  his  head  cocks  to  one  side  and  a  slow  grin  tugs  shamelessly  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.  ❝  i  wonder  if  those  are  the  last  words  a  mouse  says  when  it  finally  notices  the  cat.❞

[trcstfunded-a]

@irrcverence​  sent  “But why would they abduct cows?”

        there’s  a  long  pause    -    followed  by  a  generous  gulp  of  his  drink.  really,  she’d  given  him  something  to  think  about.  something  he’d  never  considered  before,  but  why  not  abduct  cows.  eyebrows  furrow  briefly  as  the  qualified  businessman  makes  a  real  effort  to  think.        ‘        -    i  guess.  they  have  four  stomachs…  that’s  pretty  interesting.        ’        a  moment  of  quiet,  a  small  gasp  following    (    cows  had  never  been  at  the  front  of  his  mind  for  so  long    ).        ‘        do  you  know  they  can  see  almost  three  hundred  and  sixty  degrees.  jesus  fucking  christ.        ’

[joshosis]

@irrcverence​

❛ hey, birthday girl ! ❜

❛ hope you weren’t goin’ crazy without me. ❜  he’s come bearing gifts  --  of the alcoholic variety, of course  ( along with a handful of his favorite films on blu-ray ).  josh has never been one to turn down a party, and today is no exception.  ❛ i brought you something special... ❜

[madeherchoices]

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​“    This can either make or break you.    ”    Amanda was sure that she sounded like a cunt right now.  IF ANYONE HAD SPOKEN TO HER like that after her first game,  she probably would have spit in their faces.  Anyone besides John.  She wanted to BE LIKE THAT.  She wanted to inspire like he inspired.  She had a DIFFICULT TIME believing that she could,  but she ALSO KNEW that John wouldn’t approve of her thinking otherwise.    “    You can reclaim your life after such a TRAUMATIC EVENT.    ”