#reiketsui

[allthingsglittergold]

@reiketsui @lxngfxrgxtten

[lxngfxrgxtten]

[darkestaken]

[coiledqueen]

looking glass !!

muse visions / accepting!!

Ariana peers up from her desk, sensing Archer's arrival even before Rocket's surgeon can pry open the heavy door. Her expression remains cold and impassive, her white jacket pristine, folded and creased with the utmost meticulousness. (She's stern and impossibly sharp, inside and out.)

Yes, her white jacket is pristine, a surprising fact given the blood spattered everywhere.

There are crimson spatters strewn across the cold floor, streaked across the metallic sheen of the executive's desk, splotched up the black rubber of her arm-length gloves. The whole grisly scene reads like a solved murder mystery, with the unabashed suspect and the unfortunate victim (a mangled corpse slumped in a chair across from the desk) still in plain sight. Even the murder weapon--Ariana's Arbok--remains present, lounging in the corner with a full belly, forked tongue flicking contentedly as she surveys the familiar arrival.

Ariana carefully removes the stained gloves with a grimace, dropping them to the desk in disgust. Despite the surface's defiled state, some vials filled with unidentifiable liquids and important documents lay undisturbed to the side. One, two pumps of sanitizer rubbed into her palms, and the executive clicks open the intercom with a tap of her manicured finger.

"Send in grunts for cleaning and disposal," she orders curtly, clicking the intercom off again and rising from her desk to meet Archer, pulling the documents under her arm. She strides over, heeled boots clicking hollowly, nodding curtly at her colleague.

"...You're late, Atomu. The target that Petrel captured proved to be of little use, and I...lost patience," Ariana outlines without further detail, the gruesome scene left in her wake proving self-explanatory. "We need to discuss our next move more carefully, so that there's no room for error. The Radio Tower takeover cannot fail."

A smirk pulls at her lips as she casually looks back at the blood. So much blood. Temper, temper. Test Ariana's patience, and she's still prone to...snap.

"I suggest we meet elsewhere for now."

🔎 / muse: executive ariana, pokemon

[missingstarter]

...random bad feeling.

[crimsonclutches]

f is for full restore / drabble for @reiketsui

life is so monotonous. until it isn't. nothing happens, and then everything happens--all at once.

while poring over rocket's latest attendance record, ariana squints as the names suddenly appear to blur under the office fluorescents. huginn squawks with alarm as the steadfast executive keels backwards...and then everything goes black.

something primal stirs within ariana when she's brought back to consciousness, her fist instinctively lashing out and catching her savior in the chin. the swipe fails to knock the twinkle from archer's eyes as he cracks his neck and peers down behind his medical mask, his black gloves pressing a cold bottle of fresh water to ariana's lips.

dehydrated. overworked. the doctor's diagnosis lands with the expected smugness, and ariana curses at him. calls him a hypocrite. but she drinks all the same. despite the banter, a warm sense of relief washes over the room.

they had been building rocket (and each other) up since forever. they had created a bond forged from the very fact that their existences are brutal and fleeting. (anything to find a foothold within this stark, sneering reality.)

beneath the devotion lies a promise. the same promise that led archer to drop everything mid-autopsy upon hearing murkrow's summons. a promise reciprocated countless times among all the executives. debts paid and repaid--no questions asked.

if you need me, I'll be there.

[chounaifu]

" Oh my god are you BLUSHING? In PUBLIC? "

On MAIN?

[gnzma]

🤡 BOIII

[ your muse as one of my 1200+ silly reaction pics ; ACCEPTING ]