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Wanted to try more intense shading with my nurse~

#art of the squish #anime girl #anime #anime nurse #tw; weapon #tw; blood #green hair #thigh highs #yandere

Mission Status: Failed

She couldn't do what she was ordered, instead she engaged and fell in love the same night she was meant to kill him. But maybe, just maybe those feelings were there from the first moment they met.

#ship: for you I'll cross every line ♥#ok to rb #tw; weapon #tw weapon #tw; guns #tw guns

ROMAN SIONIS WAS BORED. and by bored he meant the fact that it didn’t seem like anyone around him could do what he wanted them to do in the first place, which had led to threw of his goons ending up dead, which had lead to.. well, a whole fucking bloody mess, that was what it was. a mess that he would certainly not to be the one to clean up; especially not the bodies of the family that he had punished for not taking a perfectly reasonable deal and.. well, they deserved it. they really did and.. well, if anyone asked, they had forced his hand.

he was a perfectly reasonable man; if people didn’t do as he wanted, he killed them. it was as simple as that, there was not much of a way around it, but.. the idiots of los angeles seemed to not have gotten the message just yet. “leave them there,” he sighed, waving one of his goons away, ordering to go and get the car, because.. he had with this dump and incompetent people and thank god none of the blood had gotten on his brand new armani suit, because.. after that, he might have been out of goons to shot. not that he would have any problems with that, of course, but.. that fucking suit had been really expensive.

“i’ve had enough of this dump.” when the other didn’t move, roman grunted, shaking his head in disappointment. “did you hear what i just said? get. on. moving! after the day i’ve just had, i would have no problem shooting you, but.. i really can’t be bothered. go off, go get the car, shoosh!” making a waving motion with his hand, he grinned as the other left, before sighing. quinn and her bitches would pay, because.. he was building his own army in here and.. after it, he would go back to gotham and finally fucking take it. still, as footsteps reached his ears, roman turned around, reaching for the gun.

“ah - what’s next? one of the dead bodies just came back to life and is here to taunt me? boo hoo, bold of you to assume i’d be scared of a fucking rotting corpse.” still, the person in front of him was very much alive and.. interesting. very, very, interesting. “and what are you doing here?”

@volatilejoy - victor zsasz/edward nygma; @glcryngcre - joker.

#ROMAN SIONIS (CHATS).#tw; death #tw; murder #tw; dead bodies #tw; gun #tw; weapon

No I won't use anesthesia :)

#art of the squish #anime #cartoon #tw; blood #tw; amputation #tw; weapon #anime girl #anime nurse

AFTER.. FINALLY SETTING THINGS WITH EVELYN - at least, he thought they had, he never knew if she was thinking the same thing that he did, especially when.. well, things were slowly changing between the two of them and.. he felt like he was slowly getting to know his wife all over again and.. that would have been a perfect thing - that would have been excellent, if.. if he didn’t know that there were people out there, people who wanted him dead.. people who wanted evelyn dead, who was even more important and more dangerous to him. and, of course, at the top of that list was joe fucking goldberg, who wanted to ruin the family he was slowly building for evelyn and... he just couldn’t let that happen, could he? of course not - of fucking course not. and so, he waited outside an alley next to the bookstore the other worked in, gun in hand.. it was pretty late at night - people at the farm were already having dinner and he would miss this one with ellie, but.. it didn’t matter. they would have forever together and.. that was all that mattered to him. with her, with evelyn and their future child.. they could be happy. before that, though, he needed to remove all of the obstacles in his way. when he heard close up the shop, he moved in closer to him slowly, grinning at the other, as he pointed the gun at his head. “hello again, joe.”

@xtinyslip - joe goldberg.

#//i had to #EDGAR EVERNEVER (CHATS).#tw; death #tw; weapon

SILENCE. kylo needed silence to focus, he needed silence to be able to use the force and.. to be able to connect with home, to even try and get an idea of what was happening, but.. as of now, he had gotten absolutely nothing. it scared him; the silence, everything that came when he tried to connect himself to the force - there was.. nothing. not even his bound to her was there anymore, it was all silent and.. kylo found himself alone, in a planet that he knew nothing about and.. he was trying to not freak out, he was trying to not panic, because.. he was the supreme leader. there was nothing that could get in his way, not even in here. he had chosen the park to keep himself in check - to think, to.. try and reconnect; it was completely empty at this hour and.. he could use the silence. still, as he heard the footsteps approaching him, he grunted. “i’m not looking for any sort of company.” it was all that he would give them - as he remained here, legs crossed as he floated above the ground, but.. as he heard the other approach even further, he let himself fall back to the ground, hand reaching for his lightsaber, as he glared at the other.

#KYLO REN (CHATS).#angeles:start #tw; death #tw #tw; weapon

waking up had been the hardest part. chop, chop, chop.. it had been a trail as he forced his body to move, as he forced his eyes to snap open and.. fuck. fuck the fucking clowns - roman would have thrown a tantrum if he could, he would, but.. he couldn’t. he couldn’t even force his body to move, he couldn’t even force himself to get up - he could hear the river - so he knew he was somewhere down by the docks, but.. as to what else had happened, he couldn’t remember. death - that was for sure; his own death - not that he hadn’t been expecting, after dropping the lucy bomb on joker, he didn’t expect anything else. still, there hadn’t been.. anything. for a moment, roman had hoped there would have been anything else on the other side, but.. nothing. not hell, not heaven, not him, not the one person he had been hoping to see, there had been nothing but.. dark. was that what he was meant for? a life of darkness and then.. darkness again? well, fuck that, because.. he wasn’t letting himself go over there again.

BOSS, YOU HAVE TO GET UP. COME ON, THEY’RE LAUGHING AT YOU. the voice came to him out of a sudden, close enough for him to believe the other was standing there, right next to him and.. roman stood up, gasping for breath, but he was.. alone. figures. alone and in a mess of his own blood - his clothes were ruined and ripped and stained with blood and.. thanks so much, joker. he felt so uncomfortable in his own skin he wanted to scream - his neck hurt, his clothes were stained with blood, his hair was a mess and.. he was not black mask right now.

he wasn’t roman beauvais sionis - who had lived his whole life in style, in self-hated, hiding who he was from the rest of the world, no.. he was somewhere in between. a beast, filled by the anger and the desire to get revenge on the people who had hurt him.. that was who he was.

standing up, slowly, a few times.. falling up any moment that he tried, roman grabbed a rock from the ground - his gloves were ruined, might as well drop them, before slowly making his way forward. he would find joker, he would kill him - even if it killed him again and.. that would be it.

no more pain, no more heartbreak, no more.. anything. in a way, the darkness was good. in the darkness, he didn’t hate himself, in the darkness, he didn’t miss victor - not this impostor, his victor, the one that had been on his side ever since his father kicked him out and.. it was peaceful. he wanted peace - he had earned peace, hadn’t he? of course he had.

roman didn’t know how long he had been walking - hours, days, it didn’t matter.. when he stumbled across what seemed like a radio station. he couldn’t get in and ask - excuse me, have you seen a serial killer who happened to kill me a few.. days ago? months? years? - and so, he just stared, rock in hand, until a figure crossed his view. “you!” roman had no idea of how terrible he looked - no one would associate him with the luxarious club owner that he had been, just a few days ago, he was just.. lost. a lost soul. “where can i find the joker? take me to him. massive serial killer, a deranged clown - you know him, everyone does. now, servant. i’m not asking.”

had he taken a good hit to the head, as well? probably.