#v; future

[newyorksrose]

Once Rosaria smiled like this at @prettytm and that was it. Her life was over. Billy wouldn't leave her out of his thoughts.

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

A mysterious figure appeared at Necrofia’s door.  Silky white hair, long bangs in which the entity had to frequently sweep out of his eyes, and ropes that draped over the figure.  Shadows swirled at his feet, rising up off the ground in a deep, dark smoke.

He knocked at the door once, and waited.

@necrofia​​ 

[iinspiredbydeathh]

{{ @stvrfallen }}

Only just managing to sneak the animals that guarded the camp, Tyler slowly crept around the camp being as quiet and careful as he possibly could, peeking into tents to find his father’s. He was lucky all the guards had fallen asleep and the animals knew him well enough not to cause a fuss when they saw him, just went back to doing their jobs when he gave the a quick pet.

He didn’t want to make a big deal about this. They were losing the war, he knew they were and he wanted to help. Ruby got to help, it wasn’t fair he wasn’t allowed to. He was going to help whether his father liked it or not. They needed all the help they could get.

[itsbetterinthedark-blog1]

"I don't wanna go for a bath and you can't make me!!" { @ccorrvpt-sovll v; future }

{ @ccorrvpt-sovll }

Taygete groaned in desperation, watching the way Azael stomped her bare foot against the ground like she was a child, huffing and crossing her arms across her chest. Her hair was a mess, she could see the grease from the other side of the room where she stood with her head in her hands. It wasn’t even hair at this point, just a filthy and matted mess atop her head, like someone had taken the end of a mop and stuck it on there.

It was getting ridiculous and Taygete needed to get her in a bath one way or another, so crossing the room, she reached out and hooked her hands under the smaller girls armpits, hoisting her up into the air and throwing her over her shoulder so she could carry her around the house. 

❝ Azael, enough, stop being such a baby, you smell and your hair is disgusting, it’s bath time, now. ❞

Ignoring the way Azael whined and kicked, she made her way up the stairs and brought her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the edge of the tub before locking the door behind her so she couldn’t get out. Reaching over, the turned the taps on to begin filling the tub then turned to face the angel, getting down on her knees to be at her level and looked at her expectedly, raising an eyebrow but keeping a stern look on her face.

❝ You can either suck it up and be a big girl or you can go to bed now without supper, what’s it gonna be princess? ❞

[woebegvne-blog1]

"This is almost like deja vu, isn't it? Do you remember this room? Esther has been here before. As has Ezra. Astraéa. Now...you. I didn't think it was very fair that you hadn't had a turn in here, not a drop of your blood has been spilled in this room. But I think we should change that, don't you?" { @hhopeless-romvnticc - Pierre v; future }

{ @hhopeless-romvnticc }

Vivian groaned as she came to, her head pounding along with her heart and it only increased when she moved to sit up, but found her wrists and ankles were chained to the table she lay on. Her eyes widened and she began tugging on the bindings, her breathing growing heavier and heavier and the vampire let the tears form in her eyes when she tried to turn her head, only to feel the heavy weight of the collar around her neck.

It was déjà vu in more ways than one. She knew what she was about to experience, the pain she was going to receive. She’d felt it before and it was all too familiar, whenever she closed her eyes all she could picture was her fourteen-year-old self, strapped to a sacrificial table, being prepared for torture. However, keeping her eyes open didn’t help, the bright light above her head only gave her the same memories. Looking to the side, she saw Kaiden leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging limply between his fingers while Pierre busied himself with items on another table, his back turned to her so she couldn’t see what he was doing. She already had a faint idea.

❝ Do me a favour and shut the fuck up, I knew we should have cut out your tongue… And you, thank the Gods I’m chained up right now because if I wasn’t, so help me I would give you the beating of a lifetime, your mother would be ashamed of you. ❞   

[restingonlarls]

@xangdangyangbangerblog continued from here

“I can be awfully greedy in bed, Yang. I hope you’re ready to fight over it, and I don’t mean with fists.”

[airheaded-donuts]

“What are you doing in my room?”

It’s the middle of the night, and my muse just climbed into your muse’s bedroom window.

Send me “What are you doing in my room?”, and I’ll generate a number between 1 and 25 for what my muse will say to yours. /// not accepting

18. 

On her way back to the foundation’s apartments, the former swimmer found herself being pursued by Ultimate Despairs. She was unarmed and vulnerable to attack. The chase continued for a while, but only until the brunette crashes her car due to a sharp turn. Thinking that the crash proved fatal, the despairs left her for dead. She escapes the crash with a few injuries and limped off to find help. It was too late to call for help from the foundation. If she could make it to morning then maybe she would have a chance.

Roaming the deserted outskirts of Towa City, she finds a small home. For now anything would do. She enters the home from a bedroom only to see an old contemporary inside. Every once in a while they crossed paths.

“I crashed my car. No one’s around, so no one saw, but I can’t walk home from here.”  She explained, hoping he’d be somewhat sympathetic. “Can I stay here until the morning?

[ratdad-ninjutsumaster-archive]

Back Alley Investigations

@purpletechtyrtle

“When was the last time you saw them? Any of them?”

Taking down fully grown thugs wasn’t quite as easy in this frail little body, but one of the old washed up Purpled Dragons fell with little enough effort. Equipped with a pair of handcuffs and a lead pipe Splinter firmly fastened his victim to a gutter in what he thought to be a secure closed off location and began the interrogation process... his final attempt to get some answers since being nice earned him little more than mockery. 

           “I told you, I don’t remember!” Fong protested, tugging fruitlessly against the chain “what’s it to ya’ you crazy kid?”

“That is none of your concern. What is your concern is whether or not you get out of here with all your bones intact” Splinter replied simply, giving the man a small jab in the ribs with the end of the pipe; painful, but not hard enough to do any damage. “Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo, do you know anyone who does have any notion of where they went? Tell me. Now!”

           “How the hell am I supposed to know the business of some mutated freaks! It’s been years, I think... I think last we tangled I was just part of some stupid heist”

“What sort of heist!?”

Fong went crosseyed as Splinter placed the crowbar against his nose, a silent threat to break it if he continued giving vague answers and dead ends. That, however, was when Splinter noticed the Purple Dragon’s eyes shift away from the crowbar to him. No... something behind him.

The boy spun around and raised his pipe readily, proving his assumption to be correct as he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. There were about five men positioned around him, each with their own weapon, one pistol between them.                  Despite their numbers the thugs themselves didn’t scare Splinter, but the gun was worth reckoning, and so long as there was a finger poised on that trigger he did what he was told: drop the pipe, hand over the keys to the handcuffs, and put his hands on the back of his head.

           "Just who do you think you’re messing with kid?”            Splinter didn’t say anything in response to the question, he just watched desperately for the gunman to drop his guard, to get close enough to be disarmed. When a blow to the back of his leg forced him to his knees, Splinter began considering a calculated risk, wishing he better understood his own physical limitations.       He didn’t get this far just to go down with a bullet, but at the same time he couldn’t just sit back and allow a bunch of lowlife thugs to beat him like he was just another amateur criminal. 

             He had to find out what happened to his sons.