EYE FOR AN EYE.

[atlasci]

leaving tumblr.

hey guys. it’s been real but for a multitude of reasons, i’m pretty much done with writing on tumblr. it’s kind of a cesspool lmao.

that being said, i missed a lot of y’all and i still enjoy roleplaying, so i’m gonna leave a couple links and stuff for how to get ahold of me off tumblr so we can keep writing or talking or whatever. love y’all!

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LIE REN

     Ren forced a smile, something twisted, something he’s wholly unused to. He knew how to play along, at least enough to keep him alive. Enough to buy time, enough to get help. He knew he would be no match on his own, and he didn’t know what Tyrian had in store for him. A slow death, he was threatened. Honestly, did Ren expect any less? Was he ever sure death by his sibling’s hand would be swift? The history was too deep, too dark for Ren to walk away freely. Though, why he was being targeted when he knew Tyrian had bigger things on his plate, he didn’t know.

The trip to the building that the scorpion led him to was blurred by the thoughts of escape that raced through Ren’s mind. If he could just move his hand enough to get his scroll, just enough to broadcast a location-

The shove that Tyrian gave him as they walked through the building nearly knocked Ren over, and he finally turned around to face the faunus completely. The ghost of his sister still haunted his memories, and the resemblance was still there. The eyes were still the exact same eyes he looked into as a child, but now… his pinprick pupils lacked the care they once held. “Tai,” he breathed, dropping the bag on his shoulder as both hands flitted down to his weapons, “you don’t have to do this. I’m not worth this.” Not anymore.

     tyrian strikes with his tail, but not to inject, not to sting. the metal hits the side of ren’s face hard, almost immediately leaving behind a bruise, and he spits, “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” tyrian continues to stalk forward, his eyes wide and his face twisted in fury. “that pathetic little girl is DEAD. she died along with her WEAK PARENTS!”

     his tail flicks angrily to the side and takes his coat with it, the leather hitting the floor with a thud. his gauntlets extend and he lunges, barely giving ren time to react. tyrian roars as his blades slice across his brother’s chest, not quite breaking aura yet.

          “DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?!” he roars. “THE WILL OF OUR GODDESS DEMANDS YOUR LIFE. FIGHT ME!”

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LIE REN

     Ren had been deep in his own thoughts when the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end. He was about to turn on his heel and assess the threat when he felt something prod at the small of his back, and his name fell from the lips of someone standing far too close for comfort. The voice… it sounded distantly familiar. Familiar enough to creep up Ren’s spine like an arachnid.

Considering what was best for him in that moment, Ren kept still, holding his hands out in front of himself carefully. Alone, he knew he did not hold the best odds of fighting someone who might potentially be stronger than he was, and even if he were the stronger of two, what would guarantee his safety? Slowly, he turned his head to look over his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw bright golden eyes and a dark sneer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The aura was familiar as well, and Ren knew exactly who he was dealing with.

Tyrian Callows, the man Ren used to know as his older sister, Tai Ruan. Opening his eyes again, he faced forward, and lowered his hands to his sides. He knew better than to fight back.

“Lead the way.”

     tyrian grins a bit wider and slides toward ren’s side. his tail remains pointed at his back, but tyrian puts his arm around ren as well to cover it up and laughs happily. “i can’t believe we ran into each other!” he says, his voice alive with joy. “how long has it been?”

     he squeezes ren’s side, claws digging into flesh. his voice lowers to barely a whisper. “play along or your death will be far slower.” he hisses.

     tyrian continues to make small talk as they go on, jovially pretending that ren is an old friend he just happened to run into in the streets. he eventually takes ren to his hideout, an abandoned apartment building with the windows boarded up, and pulls him into the closed off storage room.

     inside are his meager means of living: a small roll-out cot, a bag filled with dried meat and other non-perishable food, a few bottles of water, and metal polish and a whetstone for his blades. he shoves ren inside as hard as he can. he giggles.

          “now then!” he licks his lips. “are you going to fight, or shall you go quietly?”

[leneemusing]

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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LIE REN

     As Ren readjusted the bag on his shoulder, he thanked the merchant who had helped him pick out the necessary items from the list Harriet had given him for the team. Earlier that day he’d decided he needed some time to himself, a decent break, and some time to think. He was asked to pick some stuff up from the market while he was out, and he acquiesced with a simple nod. He’d walked slowly on his way to the nearest market, which happened to be quite a reasonable distance away from their outer training grounds, and he had much enjoyed that time to his own thoughts.

On his way out, he found himself looking forward to more time to himself, and decided perhaps he would stop and do some quiet meditation. The smallest of self indulgent smiles crossed his features, and he ducked his head as he walked through the crowded street. As people became more few and far between, Ren gave a quick little glance over his shoulder. Paranoia still followed him everywhere, it seemed. His senses had not yet given off any sort of indication that something was wrong, but he kept an eye out nonetheless.

     tyrian had been given a set of orders that, for the smallest of seconds, he had doubted. lie ren had never been one of their primary targets. in fact, he wasn’t even near the kill list of their persons of interest. perhaps this was a test of his own skill, his own strength. after all, he had found out only recently that the young boy was the only remaining blood family he has.

     maybe this was a test.

     so he follows behind, hidden in the crowd and several paces back. he edges closer and closer as the people around them thin out. but he keeps his distance. he’s done this a million times before. assassinations are what he trained for after all.

     silence. marketplace gone, feet upon feet upon feet upon feet behind them, growing further. he grins. closer, closer...

          “lie ren.” his voice is quiet. “let’s not make a scene where those who don’t need to might get hurt.” his tail curls out from underneath his coat, pointing into the boy’s back. “let’s find somewhere a little more private, shall we?”

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y’all remember back in v4 how i wrote tyrian being yknow horrifically depressed after losing a limb and being told off by salem like that and someone sent me anon hate for turning him into a “whiny little bitch”

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WHITLEY

    so they were officially done wreaking havoc — and leaving it up to their leader to finish off. whitley had no idea what sort of home they had, but it couldn’t have been worse than her own. if arthur and tyrian tolerated her, maybe salem would too.  ‘  and … you’re definitely coming too ? i don’t want to go alone. ‘

     tyrian nods and pats her head with his free hand. “oh, of course i am!” he confirms, smiling brightly at her. “there’s a room prepared for you, a family waiting for you...” he perks up a bit. “oh, you’ll love emerald and mercury! they’re closer to your age than the rest of us anyway.”

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

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WHITLEY

      tyrian’s laughter, while certainly chaotic, somehow helped to sooth some lingering nerves. it wasn’t so bad — she lived through the night ; golden red sunrise proof enough of such. it was a lot, more than whitley’s ever had to deal with in her fourteen years. she thought klein being fired was traumatic.      her own soft, weak laughter barely pierced the silent morning air. whitley walked a bit faster to catch up and take tyrian’s hand — bloody kiss to her forehead and all. atlas seemed like a lost cause, and the thought of watching it burn alongside her new family seemed like a perfect goodbye.   ‘   i was scared something really bad happened to you both. or you left without me.   ‘

     tyrian squeezes her hand with a smile and starts off into the snow with her. “never, my doll.” he muses, sighing happily. “there’s a transport waiting for us just outside mantle’s broken border.” he giggles. “it’ll take us home.” he looks down at whitley with a soft smile, so strange against his bloody skin. “it’ll take you home.”

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im just. fucking posting it as it’s own goddamn thing since APPARENTLY y’all don’t know how to fucking read. please note, this comes from my FUCKING RULES PAGE.

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LEARN TO READ

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MURDERER

Crimson eyes widen, hands shaking as he bows his head to see the truth before him. Blood drips, hitting the snow to stain it for its lifetime. Harbinger cast aside, all he had were his bloodied hands. Shaking off the thoughts and the tears DETERMINED to fall, he glared at Tyrian who got closer again.  “I won’t… I won’t go down like this. Not from YOUR actions…” His breath hitched, before he clenched a fist and tried to throw a second punch, but his energy wasn’t there, he was just losing his hope.

His world was in ruin, everything was going bleak, no contact, no hope, just despair and the prods by the psychotic bastard before him. Words failed Qrow, instead he just took a step back and shook, bitter air breezing against exposed arms as he tried to think of a comeback. “…Why… you wanted a rematch… giving me up will ensure you never get it.”

          “oh, but we all know how these stories go, qrow my dear.” tyrian dodges the weak punch. he smiles and mirrors the huntsman, stepping forward as he steps back with a grin. “you’re the ‘good guy’, aren’t you?” he giggles. “it  a l w a y s  works out in the end for you. and you and i will meet again.”

     he looks to the  c o r p s e  near their feet and fakes a pout as he stares it down. “is it good luck... or bad luck... that one of us will die by the other’s hand?” he snickers to himself, snorts under his breath. “i would consider it an honor to be your second victim.”

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MURDERER

“I didn’t kill ANYONE! You started all of this, manipulating me into getting Clover out of the way, just so you can stab him in the back! I wanted him out of our way so I could end YOU!” Heart strings snap, the control he had over his rage was slipping moment by moment. Blood boils, if this is how he fell, so be it. Qrow’s mind was made up, if he became unwanted by his nieces, by their friends and by Atlas for choosing this path of vengeance, then he’ll let it happen. 

“I’m done giving you chances, I’m done being civil… I should of killed you back when we first met, for targeting my niece. Maybe now, I’ll rectify that when I’ll kill you, Callows, and then, I’ll happily answer your question when I spit at your corpse!”

          “oh but you DID!” he croons, spreading his arms out in front of him. “don’t you see the blood on your hands? don’t you see the blood on your  w e a p o n ? ”  tyrian giggles and starts forward, not running for an attack but certainly to frighten. he giggles.

          “and when they see you here... alone... prisoner gone... your one witness out cold...” he sighs dreamily. “oh, how i  w i s h  i could be here to see it! how i wish i could stretch over your shoulder and watch your world CRUMBLE!” he cackles. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO KILLERS IN ATLAS?! I DO! I DO,  I   D O ! ”  he claps, bounces a bit.  “ T H E Y ’ L L   R U I N   Y O U ! ”

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new icons hell yeah

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WHITLEY

      as much as whitley despised qrow branwen, she couldn’t fully believe he had much to do with the ace op’s leader’s death — but then again, she didn’t know qrow. she only knew tyrian, who didn’t seem entirely keen on hurting her next. he was still better than her father, a man who would rot in prison until bribing someone to bail him out.  ‘  guess clover ran out of luck.  ‘

      she instinctively scrunched up her features in disgust and used the cloak to wipe the blood from her cheek.  ‘  but – what if something happened to doctor watts ? i couldn’t trace his location like i sort of traced yours. can we really just leave ?  ‘  she didn’t mind — atlas had been her home her entire life, and she held no love for it. staying meant getting sent up into the atmosphere and likely never getting the chance to leave again.  ‘  it’ll be fun, seeing if salem kills me on sight.  ‘

     tyrian giggles. he snorts. and then he’s cackling, doubled over as his laughter echoes across the empty horizon. “HE RAN OUT OF LUCK!” he repeats, howling. “OH, YES HE DID! YES, YES! HA-HAH!”

     he wraps his tail around whitley’s waist and pulls her close, grabbing her face with both hands. “OH, WHAT A GIFT YOU ARE MY DARLING!” he plants a kiss at the center of her forehead, leaving behind another smear of blood, and then steps back, spinning her as he lets her go.

          “as for our good doctor, this wouldn’t be his first disappearing act!” so quickly he changes his demeanor as he marches onward in the snow. “tracking him down is harder than it might seem. we’ll find him soon, don’t worry.” then he stops, looks over his shoulder.

          “you won’t have to worry about meeting her just yet.” he looks to the rising sun. “she’s on her way here.”

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WHITLEY

    she wasn’t sure what state tyrian would be in — nor was she sure tyrian wouldn’t shoot her, recognition or not. cyan eyes went wide, hurried stride slowing until she finally stopped a few feet away from her blood - splattered accomplice.  ‘  i missed something. i missed everything, actually.  ‘  she glanced over tyrian, vision briefly blurry until fighting off the urge to faint then and there.

    ‘  arthur’s missing. i couldn’t find him.  ‘  young heiress removed her cloak and offered it to the faunus without hesitation or concern for the cold.  ‘  are you okay ? is there somewhere we can go so they won’t find you ?  ‘  the next question burned whitley’s throat, though her curiosity got the better of her.  ‘  who did you kill ?  ‘

     tyrian giggles to himself as she speaks, relishes in how  s h a k y  her voice is. no matter the love he may feel for her, his hunger for her pain seems to get the better of him for the moment. “arthur’s missing, i’m sure.” he titters. he refuses the cloak, stalking past her with a grin. “and we will find him back at the castle. we’ve done all we need!”

     he spins on his toes and stretches out his arms, twirling in the snow with a dreamy sigh. “clover ebi is dead! slaughtered by qrow branwen himself!” he giggles and drags a hand down his blood-soaked face, licking it clean with a giddy grin. “and oh how  s w e e t  to watch...” he sighs. “the authorities are on their way, but with the only witness unconscious for the event, clover dead, harbinger covered in his blood, and qrow branwen wanted--! oh, my darling...”

     he reaches toward her to stroke her cheek, leaving behind a trail of cold, sticky blood. “all that’s left is to go home.”

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my first membership ran out so i can’t download the new episode and i can’t make new icons and im SUFFERING