#war is on

[televisionboy]

@myboynixon I ain’t scared of u

[pyromas-fantrolls-archives]

*Throws a pie right at Chimis' face* The pie war starts today.

⚙️Oh... ⚙️⚡

⚙️IT IS ON ! OHOHOHOH ⚙️⚡

[allenbezaleel]

Jews distributing dates to Muslims while coming out from last prayer in Jerusalem

#WarIsOn #ContinueToPray

[yoyosandoreos]

🍑 (definitely not a ploy to get back at her for the prank she failed to pull)

🍑 (Peach cream): My muse's hips and butt grow larger.

While she wasn't suspicious of her roomie in the slightest, something definitely seemed off about the gift that had been left for her on her desk. Poking and prodding at it for a bit, she finally caved in and unwrapped it.

Her face twisted slightly, not being used to the taste of peaches really. It was pleasant nonetheless, and she tossed the wrapper in the bin without any other thought. After getting it down and drinking some water to wash it away, she stretched in her chair before getting up and...

Wait.

She narrowed her eyes a bit as she wiggled her hips in her seat. Any attempts to stand were met with resistance from the arms of her chair. Grumbling, she pushed down on the chair and tried to force her way out of it. Several long minutes passed as she wiggled and grunted and pushed with all her might. Finally, it came free, clattering to the floor and sending her ass and thighs into the biggest fit of jiggling she'd ever seen or experienced. A solid 2 minutes of wobbling later, and she was able to stand freely and examine herself in her mirror.

Her jaw dropped at the sight of herself.

Her hips and butt had exploded outwards, tripling in size in a matter of minutes. She'd definitely been growing while trying to free herself, and now that she was free, she could appraise the damage fully. Her shorts had begun to tear all over, mostly along the sides of her thighs along the seams. With pale flesh bubbling through the holes, she grumbled and huffed, turning to Testy's side of the room.

Her eyes landed on one of their long skirts and knew exactly what she needed to do...~

[levmovska]

location: The Garage open to: Alon, Nadya, Nikhil, Axel

Lev is late to the party. Parking up the street from the garage, his sights flicker between each mirror before he leans toward the glove compartment, opening and closing it with a soft click once his handgun is extracted. A quiet huff escapes him before he pushes the door open, stepping out of the car and placing hand and piece into his pocket. It's frigid outside, his breath swirling about in the air around him. His arrival is only announced by the two beeps of the alarm, the only sound to be heard within this area of the city at such a bizarre hour. Still bruised and a little broken, he holds his chin high as he pulls out his keys, unlocking the back door to the desolate building and slipping inside. His sights rove about the space, landing upon those that are family, if not by blood then by affiliated bond. There is no ghost of humor to be found within his gaze. Despite the gathering waiting for him, this meeting is hardly something jovial. For this young man, it is mechanical. A job, and his particular specialty. Sick fuck, most would call him. They've already started, but then, he knew they would. He'd given Axel the details of their festivities, and trusts him with this entirely. Slow steps bring him to circle around their two guests, studious as he takes it all in. A single glance in Axel's direction, a small nod, and Lev steps up beside him if only to look at captured in the eye. If there is one lesson his father had instilled upon him, it is to engage his prey. Know them. Introduce yourself. "My name is Lev Vasile." It always begins this way. An introduction, careless in essence but important. "My father's name is Dimitri Vasile." He lets this sink in, a small smile tugging the corner of his mouth upward. His father is dead, and Lev reminds himself of this simple fact with a single word: "Was." One guest squirms while the other's nostrils flare. Lev lets out a hum, hesitating for only a brief second before turning and stepping away. He wouldn't be partaking tonight, but he would take the blame. "Were either of them there?"

[smxxve]

Folks complain about the so called slow, boring episodes..but those lead to the great eps like tonight where all the threads come together.

[littlemisswillowtree-blog]

Small Fic || Brutal Truth

It was the b r u t a l truth: her father was a killer. She’d been oh-so-excited when he came back,expecting him to love her at once. But all she’d gotten had been a c o l d smile,before her father--no,before Atlas,as she could not think of that monster as her father--had walked over to her mother. He had given her the briefest of kisses,making Jessamine fall in love all over again,before he’d gone and utterly b e t r a y e d them all--

--And buried a knife in Jessamine’s heart. The woman had pulled away,his name falling from her lips in a pained cry before she’d gripped at the hilt of the knife,as if she meant to pull it out. The struggle continue for a few moments with Wilhelmina watching on in horror and Atlas in satisfaction,and then the Lovelace woman had simply...died.

“Will...oh,little Will,it is your turn now.” And then he had grinned a feral grin. A grin that sent shivers down her spine. So preoccupied was she that the bloodstained knife--pulled out of Jessamine’s chest--had gone into her own chest before she had time to fight it.

The last thought of Wilhelmina Lovelace was how she wished she never had a father to be hurt by.

And Atlas--having killed all members of the family he could’ve had--walked out with his head held high and his knife is his hand,not caring who saw him.

{ custosanimaru }