#wellplayedpawn

[lady-incisor]

Headcanon: Men

Of all the company that she keeps, Kikuchi enjoys spending time with men the best. She can appreciate the way they look - she’ll even find something that she likes in a decidedly unattractive specimen.

Sex is something that Kikuchi often seeks from male company, albeit simple promiscuity is no longer part of that equation.

[justanotherskelle]

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Huh... a pawn you reckon? I hope you don’t let people play you too hard bud.

[lady-incisor]

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Eyes meet. Nothing said. Understanding ignited.

[lady-incisor]

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Battle theme: Boundaries - Vector Hold

Battle intro: “Well, well. I always knew you were a fighter.”

Victory: “Is that all?”

Defeat: “I won’t make the mistake of holding back next time.”

Assist: “Where the fuck did you come from?”

Dual Strike: “Keep leaving yourself open. It makes everything easier.”

Defending: “Looks like you can use some help.”

Taunt: “A big man like you is scared of me? Hilarious.”

Reacting to Taunt: “Don’t be so cheeky, now.”

Flee: -She stares at Torque for a moments (not unlike a caged animal) before booking it at full speed.-

Reacting to Flee: “If you’re going to fight, at least finish it.”

Tie: “This isn’t over, yet.”

Perfect Victory: “That was a disappointing show in strength.”

Finishing Move: -A blade sweeps over Torque’s form, a cut that could have easily cut him in half if not for her obviously holding back. As he falls, the camera zooms towards her as her lips contort into an eerie, sadistic smile.-

[abrokenjester-blog1]

alternate

send me a symbol & i’ll write a starter! or send me “alternate” and i’ll generate a number!

☎ roommates au

Hey, did you know that we’re out of handsoap?

> You turn to look at your friend from the bathroom. Yeah this place was kind of cramped but you know... you do what you have to in order to live. Renting out to a total stranger who turned into your friend? Was one of those things.

Oh... are you going to be shopping this weekend or am I? Because I actually do have overtime coming up.

[abrokenjester-blog1]

00:00:00 because love is cutting your ankle in half

IN A UNIVERSE WHERE EVERYONE IS BORN WITH NUMBERS ON THEIR WRISTS COUNTING DOWN TO WHEN THEY’LL MEET THEIR SOULMATE, SEND ME 00:00:00 FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO THEIR NUMBERS HITTING ZERO WHEN THEY MEET YOURS.

> You stare at the man. He... He looked like a hobo.

> You’re sorry. You can’t do this. You can’t have a hobo as a soulmate. You don’t think you could love someone like him. You were only a little better than a hobo yourself.

[wellplayedpawn-blog]

[With the phone in hand he looks back to the man cowering on the floor beside him, his first step lunged and obvious as he moved to gauge the other man’s response to it. He had no doubt he was either going to flinch, or be far too absorbed in himself to actually notice. The step gave him his answer and from then on he considered his choices, as few as they were.

He had to make a choice, and quick- after all, while they were hidden they wouldn’t be hidden forever…

<<Call the police T, you’ve got to call the police…>>

>>Fool, call the cops and your giving yourself the noose, just run… This ain’t your game…<<

It had been a while since the voices had aired themselves, but then again, it had been a while since he’d been in this kind of situation. All he knew was he certainly wasn’t taking the fall for this- for once, this wasn’t actually his fault…

And people… People  should pay for their crimes…]

[The actions were quick and solid, the gun holstered and the his own blade unsheathed, with the next step, his posture almost melting to the floor as his blade met sock, skin and muscle, the motion fluid and autonomous as he stabbed the makeshift blade in through, and out of the back of the man’s exposed ankle, cutting through as much of the Achilles tendon as he could with the one motion, the soft chatterings and smatterings of his thoughts ringing in his ears- Carmen was upset, but then really, when wasn’t she? She’d see soon that he was taking her advice, albeit with his own, more definite twist.

Next, the phone, he was going to use that cellphone now.]  

[abrokenjester-blog1]

> What was he-?

> You don’t have time to react as he sliced at you. Hamstringing. You weren’t going to go anywhere. That was just- rude. At least you don’t scream at the pain. You were too numb to feel the pain right now. Later, maybe. But not right now.

> Now you’re paying attention to him. What he was doing. The gun had been replaced with a knife, but he was making no moves to harm you any further. Just incapacitate you. You should count your blessings at least. You lean your head back, against something hard and wooden and you have no idea what it could possibly be. You close your eyes. Your neck was bared. No- not bare. Shit.

> Your hands reach up and before you know it a sickening sound was being issued. You were sure you could only hear it but whatever. You were pulling off a raggedy cat collar. It could have been black at one point, but months of wearing it turn it into a near indescribable color. And where it had once been was a rather grotesque sight of sores and wounds and blisters and blood and pus. You didn’t care what happened to you any more. You were free

> And just as a final ‘fuck you’ to Him, you toss the thing on His chest.