#vantrece

[yblchth]

@vantrece

   “ I’unno what tha wants but I promise you’ll likely be disappointed , i’m not interested in the endeavors of man an’ their wasted ambitions .Lest there’s somethin’ you think will interest me leave me be . ”

[bellatorumrex]

          “Now, missed me, my dear Queen~?”           @vantrece ♡~

[imbruden-blog]

the scrape of a SERRATED BLADE on brick accompanies the distinct sound of his own heavy footsteps crunching against wet and greasy pavement. however, he is not alone. dark shadows dancing among the vast alleyways by light of flickering streetlamps. suddenly, in that same instant, his lips pull back from his large teeth; the graveled HISS of his voice rolls forward as though he had not used it in ages.  

                                         ❛    this one is MINE.   ❜

@vantrece

[disenvow-a-blog]

@vantrece

[lacrimoso]

@vantrece liked for a starter !

(that’s uh... that’s a lot of metal.)

He’s silent-- almost like he were struck dumb by such a sight. It’s not like it were... unusual, but it’s also not something Naki would expect to see daily. Eyes were wide with uninterrupted attention, like this was going to be the only time he’d see anything like this. Lips were ajar, just slightly open to imply a silent ‘ooo’ noise that’d never touch the open air. She’s not a ghoul, is she? He’s contemplating for a moment, because, well... uh, that doesn’t seem normal for ghouls. Balling his hands up into fists, he’s suddenly eager to call her way. Hands are brought up to his chest, practically holding all of his excitement inside himself.

“Oy-- where’d ya get all’uv that from?!”

He hadn’t even paid attention to what she’d been doing previously.

“... I, uh... askin’ for a friend s’all.”

[kaozima]

Chibi Mistral for @vantrece because they made me emotional >’V

[holofaced-blog]

mistral, why on earth she’d be at picus headquarters was anyone’s guess but eliza didn’t deal in guessing. she was fact-based and this begged a few questions. she came here to see the news reader, obviously but to what end? she wouldn’t find eliza’s ‘body’ so to speak here. she’d only find herself asking more questions. her body turns, moving to face the fearsome woman with a curiosity that’s almost organic. eliza smiles faintly.            ❛ now what on earth could you need from picus? ❜

( @vantrece  ; sc. )

[ciircumserpent]

@vantrece

       He lay flat along the edge of the ruined building, legs hooked around a pole, one arm braced against the lip, and the other straining to hold up Mistral’s weight. Grabbing her out of the air had very nearly sent his back into spasm, and it shrieked in protest as he began to wriggle backwards, doing his best not to lose his grip on her forearm. “You’re going to need to work with me,” he grunted, struggling to get in air. “Get a foot up and push, or I’m gonna drop you.” Sweat beaded on his face, some soaked up by the headband, some dripping down into his sparse beard. It was hot as Hell here, and he had already fought his way through waves of robots and nearly exhausted his supply of stimulants. Nevertheless, he refused to loosen his hold, instead tightening his legs to anchor them more safely. He could have let her go over the edge, but the idea of her body splayed out on the ground, broken in pieces, and those blank eyes, the burns from the explosion and the abrasions from Metal Gear’s impact... no. “Can you do it.”