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OUTOFRUM; Soooooo, I'm thinking about trying to get this blog back to a normal activity rate along with my others. As I have a Saints Row canon blog, two DRAMAtical Murder canons, Felicity Smoak and Chas Chandler plus my OC. So my activity might not be that great, I plan on revamping all of my blogs but especially this one to jumpstart my muse again as this layout does not please me anymore. So, like this for a starter and I'll get to them when I get home. Or message me to plot.
>>| arno.
❝ — it is whatever you want it to be. ❞
eyes squinted in thought. the crocs were good for many things, though he would FEEL slightly BAD for KILLING an animal. well, it was worth it if he could make DARTS out of them. he made sure to stay put, as the other moved forward. as he watched his mo- vements, he noticed how GRACEFUL he moved. well, ALL assassin’s should be gra- ceful, but this man was…DIFFERENT.
the croc put up quite a FIGHT with it’s thrashing and tail flicking. it was a pretty sight, and he was ready to kill his own now. unless the other was going to SHARE his prize. moving from his perch, he began move to the edge of the branch before jumping down beside the croc.
❝ — not bad… though a bit too much THRASHING if you ask me. ❞
a chuckle came from his vocals, wet hair now sticking to his forehead & he knew -- any sudden movements of his head? the tie was coming undone. perhaps, he was far too jumpy about that aspect; lots of men had long hair - of course. but not many MEN had wet clothes clinging to a feminine figure; the less clues that came to light in front of arno - the better.
& then began the effort of skinning the croc, & as he cut into the meat of the animal; through it's thick hide & into the flesh beneath. he looked up to the other with a quirked brow, lips coming to a purse before spreading into a crooked grin.
' i'd LOVE to see y' do better, arno - jus' remember t' aim for the back of th' neck - right int'a th' brain, fastest place t' kill it. '
a nod towards the water, he was far more intrigued in seeing how well his new friend could handle himself doing something even james still struggled with -- plus, while the other would be occupied by a crocodile, james would have time to fix not only his hair but his clothing as well so it wouldn't be stick so tightly to his far too feminine form.
All in Business (Closed roleplay w/unmanncd (older verse Matt) )
>>| miller.
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>>| kenway.
Despite being a man nearing middle age, Edward acted as if he were still a mere boy many times. A boy excited over a new toy–a boy excited over the idea of venturing out for the first time to do things a man would do with his father, like fish or hunt.
“Oh threaten me once, threaten me twice–Mary…” He chuckled, knowing very well that every threat to unman him ( for he had heard far too many through the time their friendship had been ) was about as empty as a bottle of rum left to a rowdy crew. Edward said nothing more until he was sure she was on board his child of a vessel, and wasn’t about to run off and away. Finally, he released her, cleared his throat, and began to pace, an awful habit he’d picked up through some time spent away from her. “Listen. Just listen!”
Leaping before her, he outstretched an arm. “Just imagine. A whole port–no–an entire trading company to ourselves.” Blue hues narrowing, mouth twisting into a sinister grin, he moved closer to her, gently cupping her cheek. “This excitement is a mere beginning. Mary, our names will go down in history. Just think of the riches that could be obtained, and the things that could be done with those riches.”
There was no longer a look of excitement in the captain’s eyes, but one of dreaminess and wonder. Edward truly believed that they were powerful enough–just the two of them alone–to conquer and perform such a feat. “But that is not all.” It wasn’t. Initially on his mind was a grand secret he’d been itching to share with her of all others. Without a sound, he drew a wrinkled map from his pocket, lay it out before her and pointed. “There. Curious, lad?”
being released should have brought HAPPINESS but instead, it brought a curl of her upper lip; displeased with the outcome - though it was quickly wiped from her features ( & hopefully unseen by him ) as she watched him rattle on with one of those insane pipe dreams of his, & yet he spoke of it with such a compelling nature ; she knew she'd go along with it even before his hand had settled on her cheek.
the feeling of scarred, calloused & weathered flesh against her cheek should not be as comforting as it was - gaze meeting his; the thought, oh, the thought of having her name written alongside his in history books years from now; tales of none but the pair of them -- why, it brought butterflies to her stomach.
her tongue flicked out to quickly wet her lips before she bothered to speak a word, ' edward.. ' her tone was quiet, hand came up, well on it's way to place on his before she caught herself & dropped it back to her side.
& then curiosity struck, fast as a cobra & a map was spread out - the thought of an ADVENTURE drawing back those butterflies. she breathed out, almost amazed & she knew she should say no. & yet all she could do? was shift a little closer to him, hand moving to place on his shoulder.
' if ye make me regre' this, 'm gonna be cross wit'ya; kenway. -' hand dropping from his shoulder, coming up to scratch at her nose. ' aye, m' with y', edward. lets do it. y' bloody well got me curious. oi! y'better let me stay in the cap'n's quarters, ' a brow lifted, lips turning in a smirk. ' 'less y' wan' yer crew t'know there's a WOMAN aboard, i need m' privacy.' & then her nose lifted, almost smug in her reasoning as she moved away from him. ' when should we set out? '
-- the one thing she wasn't all that keen on? was any amount of alone time with him; despite how safe she felt around him - it scared her; how she just wanted to curl up against him, how she could look at him & find herself thinking of HAPPINESS -- true happiness, a life where she had children & lived in this beautiful little house somewhere down the road with her husband & she no longer introduced herself as mary read, but instead; mary read-kenway.. or just mary kenway.
this was going to be trouble.
i swear i’m still alive guys. i’ve just been sick and also the muses i have active have been butts to me. i haven’t felt like writing so they haven’t felt like being cooperative with me. i’ll get back to things here in a few days or when i get better, i promise.
Tagged by; forpiiracy for the beautiful people thing i think.
I tag; um -- h ahaha idk eyasisms talentforlying r4gn0r0k-cyb3r-g0d libxrtatis and anyone else who wants to do it.
WARNING; hideousness under the cut.
‘ you bitch! ‘
❝ bitch with wi-fi. ❞
Arranged Marriage Sentence Starters
“So…this is your place?”
“This is your room.”
“I’m not sleeping with you?”
“I’m not sleeping with you!”
“Well…I…uhh…I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep in the same bed just yet.”
“Do I have to change my name?”
“You don’t have to change your name.”
“I like your mom.”
“So your mom’s a real bitch.”
“I like your dad.”
“So your dad’s a real dick.”
“You live here alone?”
“Who else lives with you?”
“I’m a little nervous.”
“You don’t have to be nervous.”
“Do you know how to cook?”
“I’m your wife.”
“I’m your husband.”
“You live like a pig.”
“Uh…not you.”
“I’m glad it’s you.”
“You’re paying for the wedding.”
“I’m paying for the wedding.”
“My parents are paying for the wedding.”
“Your parents are paying for the wedding.”
“I like you.”
“I don’t like you.”
“I love you.”
“I’ll take the couch, you can have the bed.”
It has to be the way your voice falters when his name is on your lips. It has to be the knot you feel in your stomach each time you momentarily gaze into his eyes. It has to be the countless times you have woken up to his smile on your mind. It has to be the sparks that surge through your fingertips whenever he touches you. It has to be the sun burning brighter than it ever has the first time you look at him in a new light. Now that you’ve seen it, you are blind to everything else. You can’t help but think that something has to be there.
What If (via inkonapagepoetry)
She flinches when you touch her, It is a conditioned response From a life of battered nerves, And you can’t imagine how it is That she can still ask you To wrap your arms around her, When so many other arms Have been cages.
am kennedy, “Bars and Hollow Bones” (via siilentiary)
dont even look at me
you think you’re a better kisser than me??? you think you’re a better cuddler? come over here and prove it punk
Assassin’s creed meme: → [1/6] assassin
↳ Edward James Kenway
For years I’ve been rushing around, taking whatever I fancied, not giving a tinker’s curse for those I hurt. Yet here I am… with riches and reputation, feeling no wiser than when I left home. And when I turn around, and look at the course I’ve run… there’s not a man or woman that I love left standing beside me.
okay just a quick post before bed --- i’m so sorry i wasn’t around today, i was just really bleh and mostly lurked on skype, i’ll do stuff tomorrow - that much i promise. like for a thing? i’ll do them with the others i owe.
okay guys—– i need help. i was putting off asking because i thought i would have it under control by now but, i don’t.
i’m trying to move. i have no family where i live and no friends, my only support being in texas ( where i’m moving to ). i am being evicted much sooner than later from my current residence because, honestly, i wasn’t supposed to be here this long to begin with. there are bills that need to be paid that i can’t afford and it’s got me in a pretty bad rut ( there’s a collection agency on my ass for one of them ). i’ve been less than successful in getting a job, twenty applications over two months, three call backs, two of which informed me they weren’t hiring, one putting me on a waiting list. normally, the latter wouldn’t be a problem. i’d wait it out and cross my fingers and hope to some higher power that i get it.
but i don’t have that kind of time. i need to be out of here by the end of the month, actually sooner. like, may 18th kinda soon. in order to do that i need 1500$. more than half of which will get me out of my financial grave ( 890$ in total ), the rest will hold me over until i’m settled in texas and secured with a job ( an estimated 610$ ).
i know i’m asking a lot, but i’ve seen the community do so many wonderful things for each other, and if there’s any way ya’ll can help me out, even if that’s donating one dollar or simply passing this along, i’d be extremely grateful and forever in ya’ll’s debt. my paypal is [email protected].
please, i just wanna go home.
i am taking commissions to help move this along!!
writing ( if i don’t know the character(s), i will research them ): 5$ – 500 word fic 10$ – 1000 word 15$ – 1000 word fic, plus five song playlist 20$ – 1000 word fic, five song playlist, plus a header image
art ( please message me for details ): 10$ – scenic / landscape / the outside world 15$ – character sketch, uncolored / unshaded / in the raw 20$ – character sketch, colored / shaded / all tidied up 25$ – didney doodles, colored / shaded / happiest place on earth
