#perfectiofractum

[americanavengcr-blog]

     ❝ we’re not in the habit of turning people away -- but then again they don’t seek us out all that often... why don’t you come in, we can talk it over --- work out the details. ❞

    @perfectiofractum - miri the avenger?

[unrechtlich-blog]

ƒ @perfectiofractum │ gebrochene Frau

    “Your brother is quite the staunch fighter,” Leonhard spoke levelly as his eyes rose to meet his dinner guest for the night. “However, I have been told to handle you more ... delicately.” A flicker of a grin rose momentarily before it was banished and once more the surgeon’s face was impassive. “Now, do you prefer chicken or fish?”

     Perhaps starting a conversation by saying, but not, that her twin brother was the new doctor’s current test subject was poor etiquette. Leonhard didn’t care; what he wanted was for Miranda to understand that she had no leverage here. Either she listened and did what was asked or Gideon would be the one to pay for her sins.

[saltwaterschmooney-blog]

perfectiofractum replied to your post:HC tbh: Echo would adopt all the abused and...

Orly? >.>;

oh yes

[lcdrcargopants-archive-blog]

⚜ -perfectiofractum, because why the eff not ?

send me ‘ ⚜ ‘ and I’ll put my iTunes or Spotify on shuffle and use the first 15 songs to create a playlist for our muses.

First meeting: Promises - The Boxer RebellionGetting to know each other: Moving On - Decyfer DownEscorting them back home: Illuminate - Project 86Longing: Breathe - Superchic[k]Going to a party together: There You Go - Johnny CashDefending them in a fight: End of the Dream - Evanescence Confessing their feelings: Always (Bimbo Jones Extended Mix) - PlumbSharing a romantic/friendshippy moment: Sea of Heartbreak - Johnny CashA tragic turning point: There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet - Panic! At the DiscoHeated argument: Centuries - Fall Out BoyGoodbyes: Crazy Beautiful Life - Ke$haChange of minds: I’m Not Sleepin’ - Big Bad Voodoo DaddyThe final battle: In My Arms [Radio Edit] - PlumbReunion: Last Chance Train - Bon JoviHappy ending: Sick for Me (feat. Bear Hands) - Big Data

[zverskiy-blog1]

★ @perfectiofractum​ │ Intro Starter

    ★ ---- Sent to perform his job, he’d focused on one thing and one thing alone. His target had been identified and he was there to comply. Released upon the world with one objective cemented into his mind. 

      He’d seen her coming. Her stealth tactics were slow and left him ample time to react. Why she hadn’t tried to shoot him he didn’t know, nor did he remain focused on the thought for long. Rolling back on the ball of his foot, his body moved an instant later, metal hand snaking out to clamp vice-like about her throat. His eyes were cold behind his goggles as he stared back at the woman who’d tried to kill him.

      There was one snag in this kill. There was to be no collateral damage. She was not his target. Hefting her off the ground by her throat the Soldier intoned flatly. “You are not the one I need.”

[soliitudo-archive-blog]

    @perfectiofractum didn’t ask for this one but suck it.

           ‘ you and me. movie. dinner. the whole shebang.              if grumpy the dwarf doesn’t like it he can just get              over it. we’re not beasts of burden. we can have               some fun. besides... it is valentines day. ‘ 

[soliitudo-archive-blog]

     @perfectiofractum requested a valentine’s day starter.

         ‘ so --- we should go somewhere. i mean not like..             a date. unless you wanted it to be one. i just mean.            i know this place -- and they’ve got chocolate milk-            shakes half off after 8pm.. and it’s 8:15pm.. and             y’know it is valentine’s day.. ‘ 

[mutxntrage-a]

@perfectiofractum ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs

                    “You’re a hard woman to find.”                     Hᴇ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, waiting for her to slip up and reveal just what she’s capable of doing. He’s leaning against a wall, lighting up a cigarette. There’s barely a soul around save for the stragglers that have no home to go back to. The flickering of the fire from the lighter barely illuminates his face before it’s snuffed out.                      “Miranda, am I right?”