#rinascitur

[infectmama-a-blog]

@rinascitur

             “It’s --- fine.”  WELL, she realizes belatedly as she gazes at her badly skinned palms, it probably isn’t.  She hasn’t yet ADJUSTED to being uninfected any longer; she forgets, in brief moments, that a wound like this --- minor, by all accounts, but bleeding badly --- won’t merely HEAL IN MOMENTS like it would before.  “I just --- fell.  I didn’t realize I was bleeding.  I didn’t get any --- on you, did I?”

[aaquavida-blog]

I'LL GUESS DANTE OR VERGIL

Guess my top 10 characters

devil may cry // dante @rinascitur​

the vampire diaries 

voltron: legendary defenders

devil may cry ( reboot )// vergil @rinascitur

life is strange // chloe price @alteanroyalti

tales from the borderlands

overwatch

teen wolf

dishonored // daud @divinerotten

marvel comics

got them all ( but borderlands ) @iridescentpyre

[neonwieldinga-blog]

RINASCITUR ♡’D

      ❛ so, what the hell happened to you? ❜ fetch doesn’t mean to sound rude, but it looks bad to put it lightly. broken bones, bruises, casts - it isn’t a pretty picture and she can’t help but cross her arms.  ❛ y’need some help? ❜

[goonjoke-blog]

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞

゜ ♠ 。MEME !

                           ❛   yes the fuck it is        so i’ll say this ONE more time         ❜

     pulls out a gold plated pistol from his back pocket, aims it directly at her chest. when it came to his masks, he played NO games, had NO patience. his mask could not be replicated, or replaced. he had it for YEARS, and saw no point in trying to reason with her. a threat was to be more effective. and seeing her hold HIS mask in her hands, purely aggravated him.

                     ❛  hand over the fucking clown mask, or i’ll put a bullet in yer heart. ❜

[wxsdom-blog]

the booty reborn and  the receiver of the booty.

Congrats on the perfect choices for your sacraments Walter.

[wxsdom-blog]

rinascitur

        No monsters, no sight if the blonde man totting a gun and pipe…         It wasn’t pretty but it seemed like an ideal place to stop.

     Wordlessly, Henry pulled a lawn chair from one of the corners      of the storage room. He gave it an experimental push at the bo-      ttom. It seemed like it would hold the young ladies weight.

    Henry stepped back and gestured to the spot, “Do you wanna     rest?”