musiisms:

                      sticks and stones
                      may break my bones,

                                                                 but words will make me hurt you.

straxrdinario:

                                      they’re my family.

                                    not by something as
                                 ACCIDENTAL as blood. 

            –   BUT ONE MADE BY CHOICE.

Villainous Attributes: Stefan

aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold / cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow – minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful 

Tagged by: @nocturnedreaming

Spooky Aesthetics: Keaira

bloodied knuckles | tear-stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody hand print on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin
| eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a
hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark
forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled,
abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse |
the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards
covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air |
eerie old photographs | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a
dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street |
ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting |
church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival |
a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms
| a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma |
an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust
| owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar |
flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being
followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth
| soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs
of glowing eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in
the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood

Tagged by: @quirkycoterie

A Thorn in the Side

rei-sekiro:

Previous Reply / @nebula1984

The Seeker remained shivering on his back, his eyes still trained on the Elezen. He tested the chains again as though that would still change anything. If he were a bit warmer, he’d probably have a bit of a clearer head on how to approach this situation, but with every passing minute the shivering got worse and worse, the chains now clinking as a result. “I didn’t think you were trying to help,” his jaw tightened, forcing himself to stay jovial through the ever apparent discomfort. 

“I’ll have you know I am very resistant to poisons…” He shrugged, moving his legs slightly to try and keep himself warm, “Whatever you put in my food, you’d have to do a lot better than that to kill me.” He had figured what was in his foods was drugs, but he hadn’t considered it could’ve potentially killed him. Rei wrinkled his nose as the thought of that. How stupid was this Elezen to almost accidentally kill him. “How am I acting like gutter trash?” he raised an eyebrow, “Last I checked, you’re the thug who kidnapped an innocent merchant.”

Rei blew at the hair in front of his face again, unable to move it with his hands. He was far from innocent, as he claimed. But at least he had an idea of who wanted him and why, “Well, at least it’s the Sea of Clouds… this makes escaping from here a lot easier,” he grinned at the Elezen through chattering teeth, “Thank you for not going to the Garleans. Makes calling for help less troublesome…” his voice trailed off, “And just so you know, I am not a lord,” he frowned. 

The Seeker adjusted himself again so that he was on his side, his gaze averted slightly so that he stared at the floor now. There were no keys on the Elezen that he could see and nothing like a loose nail that he could notice, “I may not be a lord, but I have money. I’ll pay you more than whatever bounty you’re hunting.” It was always his first move—offering more money for his own freedom, “Should be easy since it’s just a pirate’s fee,” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. 

“Trust me, I’m the better buyer. You don’t want to anger my organization. They will kill you, your family, your family’s family…” he growled under his breath. “Think this through…carefully.” He clenched his fingers into fists behind him. It wasn’t an empty thread. Yuuta would kill hundreds if it meant getting him back.

Alex shook his head as he got up and moved towards a table in the far corner that was mostly hidden in shadows. Grabbing something fabric from the table before walking back over. He threw the fabric over Rei. It was a heavy blanket. Alex could be cruel but he wasn‘t that cruel, even to a smart-mouthed person like Rei.

“Your mouth talks like gutter trash for being an ‘innocent’ merchant. Which is what clearly tells me you ain’t no lordling. That an the fact you ain’t sniveling like some whiny brat over being kidnapped. Plus normal merchants ain’t resistant to poisons. Only those like you an me are resistant to that dung.” Alex leaned against a wall with his arms crossed as he kept his narrowed eyes on Rei. “But do feel free to keep rattling on about yourself. Give me a clear idea of who you really are.”

Organization. That world finally sunk in. Alex cursed softly under his breath, “You belong to a bloody crime lord…” Followed by another string of cursing. One line even cursing about ‘Halone’s frozen tits’. Mostly a curse used by Ishgardians. “No wonder those bloody arses refused to give me more details…”

Alex punched the wall before storming out of the room. He was only gone a moment before coming back to the room with the keys. “I ain’t letting you go. Not without some kind of deal not to dare go anywhere near those I claim. I don’t give a rat’s arse if you kill my useless father. But I have others I’ll murder you and anyone else for. Slowly and painfully. You give me a deal an you get to walk. I ain’t interested in pissing on some crime organization’s business. Or you can keep running your mouth till I punch you an hand you over to those pirates. So let’s make a deal.”

A Thorn in the Side

rei-sekiro:

Previous Reply / @nebula1984

Rei stayed on his side on the floor, testing the chains around his wrists once more. They were connected to the floor anyways, he couldn’t really sit up properly, even if he tried. And he wasn’t running anywhere either. His gaze remained cool and sharp, the two crimson eyes glaring up at the man, craning his neck to even see his face properly. Apparently he didn’t take well to insults, though he had no idea what mongrel meant. 

He found himself frowning, however. Rei’s ego had him well aware that he was pretty, despite his tattoos, including the one on the side of his face, and his scars. But it was rare any had commented on his appearance. Most bounty hunters just kick the crap out of him and call it a day.

“You’re one to talk…” he muttered under his breath, “Oh yeah?” he laughed, “Gutting me for insults, are we? Boy, are you fragile,” he sneered, “And don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m easy to find,” he shrugged from the awkward position on his side. He seemed somewhat too used to this…

He hissed under his breath as he was kicked in the shin, and then spit in the man’s face as he came down to his level. “I-If I recall correctly, Mongrel-knife ears-pointy ears-dhalmel-pretty boy, was it? You…did something…” his voice trailed off and he pulled at the bindings on his hands again, slipping on to his back as he tried to back away as far as the short chain allowed…which wasn’t very far, “drugging my food without my knowledge, smart… But I have no idea what you’re talking about…”

He really didn’t, mostly because…there were a lot of people who fit that description, “You’re going to have to be a little more specific…” he said, raising an eyebrow, “You went this far to kidnap me, but you don’t even know who I am, do you?” he canted his head slightly. “If these are Dravanian sky pirates, I assume my family must have done something to interrupt their trade routes or out competed them into the ground… Or maybe I started a fight with one of the captains?” he played innocent, as he dramatically listed off the opportunities… 

“If they are from Garlemald, maybe I stole their magitek? Limsans…probably killed a crew man or two in a scuffle. Hingashi…well, there’s a whole can of dodo meat that I don’t know where to begin…” his voice trailed off. He was silent for a moment before quickly whipping his leg out to kick the squatting Elezen’s feet from under him, in an attempt to get him fall flat on the floor, “And since you apparently don’t know know who I am…you best not underestimate me. If you were thinking you were just helping ransom some poor, lost, young lordling pretty boy, you are sorely mistaken…” he grinned, barring his teeth

Alex made a disgusted face at the spit. Wiping it off his cheek as he glared down at Rei. Letting the boy talk for a moment because even if most of it was rambled garbage, some of it was still information. Information the sky pirates hadn’t given him for the job. Stuff they didn’t think a mercenary needed to know.

He hadn’t expected to have his feet kicked out from under him. Should have expected it. Didn’t. That was a dumb move on his part. Thankfully if the kid was trying to get free, Alex didn’t carry the keys on him for the shackles. He wasn’t that dumb. The only key on him right now was his own apartment key because he never left that one out of his sight.

Snarling softly as he narrowed his eyes at Rei before he pushed himself up with his elbows. “Wasn’t helping your stupid arse. I was taking you to the sky pirates in the Sea of Clouds. Why else would I take your scrawny arse anywhere near Ishgard. I just figured I’d make sure I hadn’t killed you with the stuff I put in your food. But go ahead and keep behaving like gutter trash. Been there done that. I won’t think twice about handing you over. I couldn’t give a rat’s arse if your a stupid lordling or not. If you were a lordling just mean more reason I should kick your scrawny arse around before I turn you over.”