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Okay but what if you did Romaine Lettuce in 12 Pastel Skull Mobster my aesthetic

I think I messed up somewhere

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        Bitter men with bitter smiles milled around Gotham City, weeping with shimmering jewels and shiny plastic credit cards. Selina loved herself a rich man with nothing else to do but get himself wasted while putting all of his alcohol on daddy’s tab, with daddy’s car keys and money stuffed in his pockets. Flash ‘em a pretty smile and watch ‘em fumble to whip it out for a bathroom stall quickie, and then realize that their flirty companion had stolen their goods and hightailed it before they could stuff her with their daddy issues. 

        Pricks, all of them.

        Perhaps that’s where she made her first misstep, a cat caught in a mouse trap because she always liked a bit of cheese with her milk. What could she say? She was always fond of dairy-

        She was not, however, fond of being manhandled by goons in plastic masks because she may or may not have attempted to take their boss’ pretty new car (and his pretty new fling, she liked redheads). She would say “shoot me” if the joke wasn’t met with literal bullets from literal guns, and she was filled with not so theoretical holes that Roman Sionis would take pleasure in-

        Well, the bastard had an obvious torture fetish, it wouldn’t take much to connect the dots.

        It was with an unceremonious toss that she found herself in the aforementioned Mobster’s presence. She grunted and rolled to her knees, looking sharply over her shoulders at the men that had carried her halfway across Gotham on the whims of a manchild. Color her surprised, she’d pissed Sionis off. Again. For the third time that month.

        ❝Mind teaching your boys some manners, lover?❞ Selina asked sharply, eyeing the man with extreme caution, watching for a subtle movement that would end with her brains not-so-subtly decorating the carpet. ❝I like your suit, by the way. Italian? Didn’t take you for a Prada man, but I didn’t take you for much of a man anyway. Who kidnaps an innocent girl just trying to make a living? Scandalous.❞

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     Contrary to popular belief, he did not want Selina dead. No, no, no, it was honestly quite the opposite – you see, he simply couldn't live without her. What would a crime-lord be without competition, without an enemy to level the full of his wrath on? He had already won several of their spats. He'd even taught her a trick or two – taught her not to fall in love or even like people. People were a beautiful little liability, anyways.

     Of course, he knew that. She had just tried to make a runaway with his little arm ornament; even if she was just this week's lover it was still quite annoying to have your things taken away from you.

     Contrary to popular belief, he did not want Selina dead. In line with it, he did want to see her strung up on his wall, sporting a few new cuts and bruises, perhaps a brand in his name, marking her as his.

          ❝  — Aw kitten, y'know ya can't teach ole' dogs new tricks. My boys are a lil' bit too set on roughin' up anything in their path. I'd say they like it, really. — ❞              Without moving from his seat, Roman pretended to not sneak even the slightest look at the woman, acting as though he was examining his fingernails, picking dirt and blood from beneath them.           ❝  — You've got some sharp words there, pussy cat. I guess you have to have claws everywhere – otherwise the big bad wolf will eat'cha up, fur an' all. Not sure if this wolf would be satisfied though. Not after he ate up all your friends. —  ❞

     Sionis couldn't help it; his lips twisted into a smile. Practically danced right into a smile. Those had been fun days. Now he settled for making sure to pick up and break any little kid that the bleeding heart in a catsuit tried to help. Har har, momma cat wanting to protect all those little kittens and stretching herself too thin – she was so funny, so funny and so weak when it came to really trying to keep him out.

            ❝  — You know, 'innocent' people seem ta get hurt a lil' bit more often than others. Do you wanna become somethin' of a martyr tonight, pretty kitty? Right ole' spandex saint. C'mon, let's take a stroll then. —  ❞

     The mobster rocked back in his chair and then forward again, coming to his feet with a little bit of a huff before stalking towards her and circling her once, slowly. Satisfied with her bonds still being in good condition, he swept down with ease and grabbed her upper arm tight in his hand.             ❝  — An' let's talk 'bout your options. I have the venue for your great sacrifice, a'course. It's not too far – I hope you don't mind the stairs too badly. Can't have you crawling along walls like you seem so fond of doing — . ❞

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Cat’s got no tongue || ( Closed )

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Life feels more and more like a bad dating sim

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He’s may be the King of Crime, but he’s also the King of Horrible Life Decisions. How about picking your title more wisely in the future, maybe?

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                            God’s away, God’s away,                                                                                God’s away on Business. Business.

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fourteen associations

reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

animal:  Venomous snakes and Coyotes. colour:  Black and white. song:  Stitched to my Heart - Black Heart Procession. number:  8 day or night: Night plant: Nightshade smell:  Gunpowder, Smoke. Copper, Iron, Blood.   gemstone: Onyx season: Winter place: Penthouse apartments and prison cells. food: Italian food, wow I’m weak. astrological sign: Aries elements: Fire drink: Wine, laced with a little bit of poison.

tagging: Shoot, I already tagged you for everything. Um. Daughter, you do it. xprincipcssa

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Hey everyone! I’m back on the circuit now that I’m finally done with the mish-mash of vacations I’ve had going on. Now, I have a TON of other blogs (which you may or may not know). Because of that I’ve added a link on my blog that leads to a page where you can find all my blogs! So if you ever need me, just try to figure out where I am that day and you can get me on them. Or roleplay with whoever you want! 

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Going to Tennessee

This time around, I’m going on a family vacation we’ve been planning for around two years that kept getting postponed due to emergencies. I will be gone from July 4th to July 10th! Once I return all activity will begin again; I have no games to play and no more blogs left to start up. 

There will be some changes though! I will be adding a blog finder page where you can click a banner and go to any of my current rp blogs, so you can hunt around for where I am at the moment or interact with me wherever you like! Currently it’s in the works, but expect it to be done very soon. Secondly, I’ll be hosting livestreams when I can! I’m hoping a weekly draw or game stream. Lastly, I’m going to set a schedule to my blogs so hopefully no activity staggers. 

Also, if you wish to contact me! My skype is ame-dadra - please make sure you tell me who you are before you send a request! My personal blog is here so you can also contact me there if you wish, and you can always send an ask for my phone number if you wanna text me. Chances are I’ll probably give it to you. 

See you all in a week!

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A little bit like a slave in your own head, don’t you think?

                          It looks like a smile but it ain’t one.

       It might be a scream though, who the hell knows?

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criminal-kingpin  ➜ nodamnedsmile

I’m back and better than ever

                                   ☠ Indie Roman Sionis  ☠

                                  ☠ 9 years of roleplay  ☠

                                        ☠ Non-Verse  Specific; Multiship ☠

                                                                                                                Come and try to get me.                            

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      Whoever said that being a ghoul was the worst thing that could happen to the man deserved to get shot in the head. Which would be less than what the doctor ordered, to be honest, because whoever said that was a fucking idiot. There were many, many perks that came with being Undying. Many.

      Way more than being a goddamned human in an irradiated shithole of a world. Take for example no radiation sickness. Puking your guts out? Have fun buddy. Also, more durable than anybody else. Stab wound? No big deal, stings something horrible for sure, but he won't die. Oh, and the best thing – no more heart problems. Thought he was going to keel over from those but nope, came along and grew a whole new sort of spine and kicked genetics to the curb.

      Sure he lost his hair and some of his teeth… and most of his skin, but who needed to be beautiful when you next to couldn't die? And you wore a shit ton of masks too, that helped a but. And people looked at him funny – till he got his power back. Keeping an arsenal in your private bunker, hiring people with old money and new money alike? Hell yeah. Knowing the ins and outs of things? Great perk.

      It also meant that an esteemed man like him gathered the attention of the many factions dwelling about. Fuck House, of course, but he was good enough to Roman and they stayed far enough apart. The NCR didn't like dealing with him, but hey, they kept him happy with Caps and NCR dollars – in the advent that the pieces of paper would be worth something someday. Someday Roman would live to see – or live to not see.

      And then there was Caesar and his legion. They wanted in. They really wanted in. They wanted control, and they wanted alliance. So they went to ask of him some assistance, sending a Frumentarii to his side. It was some low down member, some child dressed up as a man, someone who couldn't even hold his tongue or speak with any real respect to a ghoul. So Roman had him killed, sent a head back to Caesar. 'Send only your best' he said in a note stuffed right on the dried old tongue of the poor unfortunate soul.

      Guess Caesar wasn't too mad – or really wanted his help – since now he was sitting face-to-face with another young thing, hair greased down and black, hands clasped together in a look of...well, not apology, but not total impatience as well. He was dressed in 'fine' clothes (Hah, what a joke they were…!) with a common man's gambling hat – nice disguise, kid.

      The old Ghoul sighed, took a drag on the crumpled old cigarette that tasted of stale tobacco and reeked of old world filth, and exhaled the smoke towards this young thing, tapping his foot idly on the ground.             ❝ — Won'cha introduce yerself now? You know what happened to the last guy after all. You ken be polite to your elders, no? — ❞

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Thank sailornils for the photos!

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Children were reliable in this way, if only because how blindly they threw themselves at their parents waiting for love, expecting love. It was stupid, but it was a fact; and Roman knew that because he had so blindly lived his parents when he was her age even when they couldn't give him the time of day.

He just wanted then to notice him, even a little bit.

Well, everyone knew how that one played out.

Her tiny voice mumbled into his neck, and for a moment he almost felt like he wasn't just using her for publicity and he actually did want her around. Perhaps it was true, to a degree, but it was something he would never admit to, something he never wanted to be true.

“Of course, princess, I've been gone for way too long. I missed you, and I bet you anything you missed me somethin' awful too.”

Dallying here would be fine, but it wouldn't be the best – Roman was tired of people pushing him and trying to shout at him for things he did, pretended he didn't, and felt no shame in doing. So he shifted slightly and pulled Melody up into his arms and then lifted her up, carrying her down the aisle of people, towards his waiting ride out. “You an' I can enjoy a night together huh? Is there something you're really into recently, some kinda cartoon or something? I could choke it down for Daddy's little girl.” He reached up with one hand, carefully balancing her, and tweaked her nose.

“That sound good, huh?”

All that which her father was hoping for would be met; sure enough, in her moment of excitement, she threw herself at him. He looked genuinely happy to see her, as she was whilst wrapping her little arms around his neck. It was very rare to ever see him act like that, with people around and all. It wasn’t that he was angry with her, as he once explained to her while gently dismissing her affections, just that things like that sometimes weren’t okay to do. But this was different; she hardly noticed the film crews in the same manner as she ignored Donnie, who had long closed his mouth and given up trying to object, seeing as everything was perfectly fine.

She hung onto him tightly, as it’d been far too long— forever, really— since she’d last seen him. Anyone who dared try to pull her away— whetherbe Donnie or the cops or anyone— she’d kick and claw at them in anger; she wasn’t called wolf’s pup for nothing. Loudmouth for the bark part, and hell itself on that bite. Daddy was happy to see her and there was nothing in this whole stinking city that’d be able to separate the two.

❝ Did’cha miss me? ❞ Melody asked anyways, her tone light and hopeful, though her voice muffled as she’d buried her head against the crook of his neck.

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Alt!

Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else; Psycho Mantis

“I could respect you -

             “But when I know everything you want and what you intend to do -

     “It gets to be a bit hard.”