#ruehashimi

[demoliticnist]

🎴

Send me 🎴 for my muse to tell yours which Pokemon they think best fits them!

“Hmm, maybe a Charmander; small, fiery, and tough.”

[chainsxwsmile]

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Send “♩ ♪ ♫ ♬” to listen to the mun sing: If they get 10, they can pick a song, or take requests!

10/10 YAY!!!!!! I’ll try to get some song up tomorrow or Thursday, if not then at least during the weekend! 

[speedyistheotherguy-blog]

Ciryke was bitter about the situation, on one hand she was given her freedom. But on the other hand she was technically in custody of a hero, impulse. She waited patiently at the gates of Belle Rev with the armed guards, waiting for the hero to arrive.

Bart tried to keep his excitement under wraps as he pelted towards Belle Reve. In just a few minutes he was going to be in charge of a real meta-human criminal! Well, a parolee. Bart didn’t know what a ‘parolee’ was, but he was anxious to find out. Max had told him yesterday that this was going to be “an exercise in responsibility” for him and that it would “teach him a lesson about authority,” but Bart just thought it sounded like a chance to boss a supervillain around, an idea which pleased him very much. 

“Don’t worry, citizens! I’m here.” Bart greeted the guards as he skidded to a stop outside the front gates. He puffed out his chest and opened his throat to make his voice sound deeper. “So, where’s the cannoli?” He asked, looking around at the guards. Were they standing in front of the criminal and blocking them from Bart’s view? “Er, parolee! I meant parolee. Not cannoli.” The speedster corrected himself with a nervous laugh. “I definitely know the difference between a cannoli and a parolee.” 

[rakyatleader-archive-blog]

" Vaas got angry "

“…You told him about us speaking?”

[rakyatleader-archive-blog]

Ciryke had been out in the jungle again, wandering around and chasing after her tiger cub when he went after a small rodent to eat. During her hours of wandering she had stumbled across a temple, the child have never seen one in real life and was easily drawn in by curiosity

Citra is beyond surprised when one of her warriors inform her of a child wandering around outside the temple. She immediately goes to investigate, opening the door and stepping out in time to see the child approaching. Citra looks around, troubled to see that the child appears to be by herself, then steps slowly towards her, stopping just a little away from her, hoping to not frighten her. “Hey there, little one,” she says. “What are you doing out here?”

[beareroftheblueorb]

" You talk weird. Are you a pirate?"

    “Yer mum t’lked w’rd aftar ah w’s dun wit ‘er tu.”

[voodooandelvis-blog]

Ciryke bitterly walked into the dance studio. She was being forced to come here by her school therapist in order to try and rid the child of her anger and stress. She sat her bag down and slumped against the wall, crossing her arms

Lilo walked out of the bathroom after changing into her hula attire; actually on time for once. She frowned slightly when she saw the girl sitting alone, knowing how it felt to be the odd-one-out, she walked over to her. “Hiya!” she grinned, hoping Myrtle Evans wasn’t the reason her potential new friend looked so down. “Are you new?” Of course she was, but Lilo wasn’t sure how else to break the ice.

@ruehashimi

[thesymbolofnoxus]

✂

SEND ME ‘✂’ AND MY MUSE WILL KILL YOURS. RIGHT NOW. BRUTALLY, HORRIBLY, BLOODY. JUST DO IT.

It seemed, to Darius, that whatever demons Ciryke had within her just couldn’t be controlled. It was affecting his home, his people, and soon enough, the Grand General himself was displeased. Something needed to be done.

Darius felt she deserved a proper death. With the time they had spent together, the general would be a liar if he said he hadn’t grown attached to the girl. Sometimes, tough love was the Noxian’s way of expressing it, but the very fact alone that the kid spent so much time with him was proof enough that he cared in some aspect.

Instead of having her hunted and slain in the streets like a dog, Darius would complete the task during training. It was better this way, for her and for his pride, giving her a proper warrior’s death despite the fact that she hadn’t seen battle before.

Maybe she would understand.

When the time had come, Darius lead the girl out to a more abandoned area to train in than usual, waving away her questions, same as it ever was. “We’re here because it’s easier,” he’d say. She wouldn’t question him too much. Perhaps it was something she had learned along the way.

Arriving at the grounds, Darius placed the head of the axe on the ground, almost leaning on the weapon. He directed Ciryke to one of the dummies, instructing her strike it, standing behind her. For a while, the general simply watched her, gripping his weapon, preparing to strike.

The first cut would always be the worst.

Swinging the bladed weapon in front of him, Darius aimed to incapacitate the girl, heavy weapon severing her spine near the middle of her back. He would watch her drop, stunned, in shock. At this point, what could he say? Darius was a ruthless killer, no mercy. But maybe he would make an exception here.

“…Swain’s orders.” It was all he could think of saying in response to her pleading, her questions. To be fair, it was all that needed to be said. “I thought you would get through this… perhaps I was wrong…”

The cold metal of his footwear nudged at Ciryke and rolled her onto her back, more than likely causing even more pain to her back. He could only imagine what she was going through. Darius would take her out of her misery.

Raising the weapon once more, the soldier glanced down at her, disappointment shining in his eyes. “You had potential. But your progress was not fast enough. If it were up to me… maybe I’d have been more patient…”

In an effort to speed up the process of death, the warrior swung the axe down, using a combination of his strength and the incredible weight of the weapon to behead the girl, making sure the blade didn’t stop until the soil beneath them cushioned its’ fall.

The spray from the kill didn’t bother him too much, but the disappointment still remained on Darius’ face. He quietly sighed, letting go of the axe which had been lodged into the ground, to wipe his brow.

“You could’ve been more.”

@ruehashimi //