#xprodigium

[asundrop]

Nibbles on the dottir

y do all the vampires want to eat me ? ? ? ? 

i’m kinkshamming. call out post for @sadisticwiitch  / @delleroina / and @xprodigium I demand you guys fight to the death to earn the right to fucking vore me. i’m a PRINCESS.

[quietbeauty]

                     of course her truck breaks down in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night. she has no luck, does she? annoyance lines pale face, even if she’s thankful for the street light shining down on her. and maybe she should stay in the car ( she knows what’s out there), but she needs to know why her car broke down. bella reason’s that if it’s not one her tires than she has no idea. either way, she's going to need to call for help. the brunette doesn’t know the first thing of how to get her car running again. // @xprodigium

[killersoflycans]

@xprodigium liked for a starter (x)

For Zach, nothing felt more refreshing than the time just after a mission. Being able to clean the dirt and dried blood off of his body. But things were slightly different when he was currently in the infirmary, wincing as he buttoned up his shirt. He had been shot on the mission and while a regular bullet wouldn’t kill him where it struck, his body was still repairing the tissue from where it buried into his muscle. 

With some resistance from the nurses in the infirmary which he shrugged off, he found himself heading towards the dojo. He knew sparring would be off the table for a few days, but at least he could do some target practice with the pistols. It only took a moment for Kahn to bring him the requested gun, so Zach thanked him and stepped up to the shooting range set up inside the mansion before he started firing. 

As he was shooting, he saw someone step up to the range next to him and a smile tugged at his lips. He always liked to have a bit of competition involved whenever he was working on his shot. He usually did it on his own, hoping for a certain number of shots towards the center line of his target or a certain number of headshots. 

Never had he thought to compete against his fellow death dealer, especially one as proficient as Selene. 

“Care for a challenge, Selene?” He asked, an eyebrow raising “Something to make this a little more interesting?” Not for anything, of course, because that would look bad. However, perhaps seeing who could get a higher score based on where they hit would be a lot of fun in his mind. 

[iniziarearchive]

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise? I’m being honest, so let’s continue and be brutally honest and share some beef I had with people, this might get a little lengthy and I’m sorry for it. This isn’t something IC RP-wise, but it was on an RP blog.

One day, I made the decision to type up a post on my now archive in response to some massive drama that was going around. People were very understandably upset and I realized that, but some words were uttered left and right that I think are never okay (case in question: death threats). Now, I didn’t exactly expect my post to really get reblogged— but it went around a bit. To be more precise regarding its contents, it was surrounding the topic of race, which I’m aware is a very sensitive topic. I intended my post to primarily be a PSA on my blog, telling people that to me, they are their personalities, their actions and their ideals before they are anything else. And that to me, everyone is equal. I know that we live in a world where sadly, this isn’t yet the case— but to me, I see no one person as less than another. I also mentioned how no one should ever stoop to a level where they wish death on another human being, telling any person to kill themselves is never acceptable to me. It’s simply not. There are other ways, there are always other ways of handling situations where you don’t stoop to the level of the person who did you an injustice, major or otherwise. 

Anyway, many understood the message and it got reblogged, until about 90 notes later, when someone reblogged it and added, if my memory serves me right, roughly 8 paragraphs where they decided to call me ignorant— say that I’m narrow-minded for thinking everyone’s equal and it got reblogged roughly 20 times. But I was confused, because my post was made to show people that I (and the people who reblogged the post with support) do not think like many idiots on this planet still do. Berated for trying to do a good thing, despite my wording not being covered with cotton candy and ribbons. I wasn’t immensely mad over it at all, but more so frustrated at the time that people jumped the gun and assumed me to be saying something that I wasn’t. It’s an utter shame, because behavior like that made it so that I will not be doing anything like that again.

THE SALTY AF MUNDAY MEME {ACCEPTING}

[sanguinebit-blog]

❛  Yes,  I  must  confess  this  is  absolutely  what  it  looks  like,  but  you did  leave  me  unattended  and...  hungry.   If  it’s  any  consolation  they  were  a  terrible  pianist-  practically  tone  deaf  I  might  add!  ❜

@xprodigium

[inferuxs]

“This is a tomb for the both of us.” ( Selene )

STUDIO GHIBLI SENTENCE MEME. @xprodigium.

        “ Neither women nor men can escape tombs. We are in Braavos, sister.” 

        As he purrs the latter statement, Jaqen arches a knowing brow. To him, there is freedom within the House of Black and White; the temple was built upon that notion. Although not without consequence, there is always a way out. He, of all men, should know. 

        “ So a woman must ponder.” 

[touchofhell]

@xprodigium

    “My darling, my sweetie pie, my honey bunches of oats. How long has it been? A century? Maybe two?”

[rxbourne-blog]

The years hadn’t been kind to him.                  Had they ever been? Just when he thought he had found a way to exist despite the ever looming threats, the world had a way of proving him wrong. Another body added to the ever growing count-- another poor soul who paid the ultimate price for growing too close.                                       How many was that now?  And yet here he was, endangering another simply because he felt...lonely? He could nearly laugh at the absurdity of the thought but instead a grim smile crossed his lips and an exhale, nearly inaudible, freed itself from his lungs. Much as a raptor scours fields for prey, he watched his quarry, waiting for the opportune moment. There was no mistaking that confident stride and its whispers of cleverly masked power.  With a practiced ease he moved from his perch, trailing behind like some sort of unholy spirit. It wasn’t until he was mere feet away that the single word escaped in the faintest of whispers.       “Selene.”