#legendmade

[martinhampton420]

The legend himself, Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria

[asteriphotia]

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Weapons were set over the table, no bullets within, for safety mostly. Everything placed closed enough so he could reach for it and, once he put his cleaning tools down, he sat on a stool, beginning to clean them one by one.

@legendmade​

[astroflight22]

Live fast and never die

[demonslayvr]

               >> 🔥 <<                  ❝              YOU’LL HAVE NOTHIN’,    you realize that    ??    chattin’ to me    RIGHT NOW    about it.   just between th’ two’ve us could get us killed.   why ya so    DESPERATE    to knock outta here   .  .    ??          ❞              he questions,  brows knit.    two of them from extravagance ready to leave it all behind.

@legendmade​  |  surprise uwu

[zagubionywilk]

               >> ⚔️ <<                       HE CAUGHT THE SCENT BEFORE THE SOUND,   causing the half  -  but  -  NOT  -  REALLY  -  retired  -  witcher to grasp at the knife that had been sitting out ‘pon the kitchen bench.  pupil’s of   AMBER   eyes slit,  sharp and focused   (   the training never goes away   -------   something he’s   THANKFUL   for   )    as he follows his nose.   he recalls the scent from a long   (   or was it short   ??    time was   HARD   to grasp   )    time ago and it sets him on edge  ;  the wonder of why the   CAT   was here in the first place.  

was it   SOCIAL   or something much more sinister   . .  ??

a soft rumble filtered out of the wolf’s chest,  grip   TIGHT   on the blade as he came around the corner,  pausing to   STARE   at the cat who’d seen himself to one of the wooden barrels of wine that had been placed there only   YESTERDAY.    for fucks sake,  really   ??

                    ❝       ENJOYING   yourself   ??         ❞                    

@legendmade​  |  hi foole have this.

[catastropheyes]

                           *     ARIANWEN OF AN SKELLIG FT.    @legendmade​​

                “BACK OFF,” SHE says angrily, wiping her blade clean of the forktail blood. in a quick flourish, the blade is placed in its sheath on her back, and she turns, grabbing the knife from her belt in order to grab her trophy. “this one’s mine. sorry if they said you’d get anything for it. they already hired someone to handle this,” she explains, guarding her kill from the other.

[cryptidsdad]

legendmade / u get a knife dad pt. 2

“never said that I didn’t know how to cook.” the words were grumbled as he set the plate in front of the other male. “I just never feel like cooking.”

[spymade-a]

verse   specific   starter   call   --   @legendmade​

“   this   is   absolutely   none   of   your   business.   ”   both   brows   lift,   fingers   caressing   the   blaster   strapped   to   his   hip.   “   move   aside,   on   the   bequest   of   the   first   order.   ”   lips   press   together   as   his   gaze   moves   over   the   male,   head   tilting   a   fraction   as   if   there   was   something   familiar   about   him.   “   i’m   also   going   to   need   your   name.   everyone   here   is   being   checked   for   rebel   allegiances.   ”   distaste   fills   his   tone   at   the   mere   mention   of   the   rebels,   lip   curling.   he’d   always   been   good   at   lying.