. . . found guilty .

should OVERSEERS come to call, know your scrictures, one and all.

[vicious-mongrel]

[woetothose-blog]

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[woetothose-blog]

snaps the band behind his head :)

         HARMLESS in nature, but the sounds itself is a catalyst for gloved palm and digits wrapping around the cold hilt of the sabre, blue steel flashing ( arcing across the distance as it has done MANY times before, the edge whistling for blood ) downwards until the razor tip rests precariously beneath her pale chin, pressing with  j u s t  the correct amount of strength so that she can feel its BITE.                               ‘ I do NOT play games. ’

[woetothose-blog]

if two guys were on the moon and one guy killed the other with a rock how fucked up would that be

              ----------------???

   The more pressing issue is why one would waste time DAYDREAMING of such preposterous things. Why would men be on the moon? How would they survive on the surface? Depending on whether the other man was INFURIATING, would it truly be a problem? Personally, I do not think so.    

[woetothose-blog]

[memekinking]

 ❝  —- YOU DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH —- ❞

[woetothose-blog]

YES. Exactly! No surname. Gabe does not like it. Not an idiot and little information? Gabe's wary of smart Overseers.

       reiner’s 2spooky4 gabe. naw, but i can see why it would be intimidating or suspicious haha. man they might not get along because they’re both highly intelligent help them???

[woetothose-blog]

( ??? ) :

                “That’s a relief. I’m not exactly the best person to bite - nevermind that. I’ve noticed it’s rather stifling here, always gloomy and dark. At least where I come from it’s a bit fairer there, despite a plague being there as well.” The masks the overseers wear are UNCANNY to Alex, he’s so used to being able to see the faces of others, analyzing their features and body language. 

              “I’ve never seen rats so VICIOUS that they devour a body in a matter of an hour.” Rats were an issue in New York but they remained timid and kept to themselves.

           “ I would not be opposed to the sun showing itself anytime soon. It’s been too long, ” An aureate face tilts skyward slowly, damaged gaze skimming along a bleak blanket of gray and black. There are no hints of blue. “ Dunwall is the only city to be affected by the rat plague --- so far. I had not heard word of sickness elsewhere. Where are you from? ” The Overseer MIGHT have been alarmed at the news ( several months ago, when such talk was not common ), but the situation is so bleak.. it is believable. 

      “ The RATS? Stay away, unless you wish for the same fate. They were pests before, but now they are.... monstrous in packs. Keep to the surface and you will be fine. For the most part. ”

[woetothose-blog]

leeeaaaans on his shoulder :)

      tilts head. slowly removes himself from the uncomfortable situation, his displeasure made apparent by brusque, quick movements.

[woetothose-blog]

"how come?" boundary is quickly crossed, whatever apparel conceals back of hand ( if any ) peeled away to check for suspicious markings. none. "what has he done to you?" if anything, of course. the heretical nature of the black-eyed child and themself could be reasonable sources of reiner's disgust alone. "i could rough him up for you. find him in the void and sock'm!!" not like much can be done to bar an augur from entering where they wish to go.

       his hand is taken before it can be drawn away ( inky digits curl as if they have been BURNED, and his wrist lurches as soon as pale flesh is revealed, unmarked ), and a golden snarl seemingly hones on the other in response to the invasion of personal space. “ he has taken all i have cared for. ” the words hide animosity in between them, ivory teeth flashing in the dark. “ tell me, what god would let their followers burn so easily–? ” faces surface. faces he knows.     reiner stops before emotion ( raw, callow fury ) can bleed into an otherwise frigid voice, fingers flexing into a fist, and then relaxing. his words verge on heretical—he is quick to adjust. instead, he turns his focus to the less important matter.            “ if you would do that, it would be appreciated. i would gladly do so myself. ”

[sprsoldier-archive]

they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

unfinished poems iii // s.z (via vindictivevirus)

[woetothose-blog]

Reiner never gave the Abbey or the Overseers his last name. His parents were killed before they could say and he refused to tell anybody as a child. It posed a problem at first, but due to him excelling as an Overseer, the Abbey has ceased inquiring about it.

[tomuse-blog]

i’ve never found being ‘ self destructive ’ to be worrisome someone, some time, is going to ( DESTROY ) you & i will be DAMNED if anyone but myself has that honor

[these-chains-are-daisies]

you, frozen child, do not owe the world anything not a smile nor a glance you do not need to feel possessed into acting my dear poisonous flower, you are but a powerful and ancient specimen of life your skin is made of stardust and your eyes, they’ve known the cosmos before the kindness of a soul so you wrathful creature of splintered bones and drowning lungs, you do not deserve the cruelty of life to be poured into your heart you, owe nothing to this existence but what you choose to give

let me get the words out before I burst. Krys Kazik. (via these-chains-are-daisies)

[woetothose-blog]

they're still while reiner assesses their stance. /be patient with this one/ they remind themselves; distrust must be in the man's nature, for one who deceives cannot trust very many. "what i am is hard to describe. many refer to me as an augur or oracle. soothsayer." but they are more than a predictor of calamity. they are the calamity themselves, if a world wishes to reach its an end and forfeit the lives of those which drove it into ruin. "i can tell you your black-eyed brat would fear me."

           one discerning, suspicious eye glitters when it catches what little dismal light there is, the scowling visage canting the other way ( a slow, deliberate arc, for many things he does are executed with a purpose ), offering wordless inquiry. few things are able to pique his interest, but at the mention of the ‘black-eyed brat’, the oversee’s body language declares curiosity in the set of wide shoulders and the dip of a burnished chin.       well. friends in high places, even if they ARE heretical in nature.     “ that would be.... amusing to see, ” approval coats his voice, but so does skepticism. he is not one to blindly take strangers for their word. “ i happen to have an extreme disliking for said brat. ”

[woetothose-blog]

"but you had the opportunity to grow up. though i've got a feeling it hurt a lot, given the state of this place." no pity in their voice. they know better than that. they snap forward, reappear closer to the overseer with hand outstretched. "i have a lot of names, but the one i let people call me's jude. what about you?"

      their statement is truer than expected—an arrow sailing from nowhere and striking a deepset nerve. the hymns of whitecliff and the harrowing memories of the trials of aptitude sing just beneath the surface, but they are easily ignored, as they always have been. another slight flinch in the face of magic, but he is steady. instead, the twin voids of the bronze face seemingly study the hand offered before it is taken, firmly shaken, and let go.            “ reiner. i would also inquire as to what you are, but you seem the elusive type. ”   he has gazed upon whale and crow gods alike. this is no stranger. 

[woetothose-blog]

"it's not vile! it's the allure of forbidden fruit. whalers are to overseers what are gods to me. it's in just about every sentient creatures nature to want something you can't or shouldn't have." thoughtful nodding, though they may have scooted back a bit to avoid retaliation.

      “yes, you keep entertaining that notion while i focus on putting a stop to their illegal operations,” gloved digits fidget, but not at the damning hilt of the sabre or high powered pistol. they are safe, for now. “unfortunately, not all of us had the opportunity to grow up to be romantics...” another pause, as if he is about to say something. “---what do i call you?” 

[woetothose-blog]

augur leans back on hands, one thigh crossing over the other. "you're not disappointed that i'm not trying to seduce you, right?? i can totally see how screwing a 'whaler' might get an overseer going. it's truly the stuff of erotic fanfiction."

      the feeling that oozes from him almost comes off as appalled, bronze metal nearly morphing with his own shock. “far from disappointed. and no, that does not... it has never crossed my mind. that is vile.”