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NIKOLAS PETRAN HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but niko is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden

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NIKOLAS PETRAN HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but niko is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden

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NIKOLAS PETRAN HAS MOVED ! apparently i overwhelmed myself with blogs but niko is still very active in my head so you can find him over on my multimuse @ofeden

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tragedies​:

“ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵 .    ”        she grins,   showing a mischievous flare as she looks up at the taller male.   a innocence blooming over her features.     (  …   eyes regarding every twitch of his lips  )          “    hmm are you not.   ”      she says softly.    proving she believed him.   she didn’t know what it was,   maybe her own familial connections but she believed him.          “now all that does    .  .  .  .    is make me even more curious  !!  ”    

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘  ,  and  just  as  well  ,  what  can  be  said  about  satisfaction  ,  and  nikolas  petran  is  well  versed  in  both  .  he  maintains  the  smile  ,  matching  the  mischievous  layers  like  her  own  before  he  shrugs  a  careless  shrug  ,  ❛    curious  about  whether  i  bite  or  not  ?  now  something  like  that  is  only  going  to  get  you  into  trouble  .     

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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godbanes​:

            out of fear,   because staying in her comfort zone is better,   because she cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel—-        “  dunno,   dude.  i’m just sellin’ weed.  ”     and hard drugs,   and secrets,   and her own soul.     “  ‘s a good income,  you know?    you got other suggestions then be my guest.  ”    she shrugs and shifts uncomfortably in the spring cold breeze,   pulling the leather jacket tighter around her.

❛     𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆      ❜  a  shrug  ,  far  too  casual  than  it  should  be  ;  but  niko  has  become  well  versed  in  this  life  ,  always  being  something  new  ,  something  necessary  for  the  one  in  front  of  him  .  some  may  consider  this  a  weakness  ,  but  he’s  survived  on  far  less  ,  ❛      besides  ,  there  are  better  ways  to  get  an  even  better  income  ,  you  should  know  that  by  now  ,  no  ?    ❜

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« nobilitylost » jeong kitae​

Personal emotional support animal. It was crudely put, but not wholly inaccurate. “Pretty much,” he said, admitting what had just been said. “I’m like…an insurance card. You hope you don’t need me, but when you do, you’re glad as fuck that I’m there.” He shrugged, falling into step beside the other man. “I let them know who’s lying, who’s a cop, who’s not doing what they’re supposed to do, what deals might not be such a good idea. I’m…” His voice broke off, thinking of how to put what he was trying to say into the appropriate words. “Honestly, I’m pretty surprised they let me come here as unescorted as I have…they’re usually more careful than that.”

Which meant they trusted Nikolas implicitly; there was simply no other answer that made sense.

“Lead the way. We don’t really shake hands, but I’ll make an exception for this. If I can touch them, I might be able to get a better read on them. One at a time is better; more than that and it tends to short circuit my abilities…too many auras at once.” They walked for a few steps before Kitae paused, head canting back toward his host. “And if you have anyone in particular you want me to look at – that you might suspect – let’s meet them first. After a while, colors start to bled together.” His powers wouldn’t fizzle out, but it left him with a headache and a bad mood – two things that didn’t make him the best company. “And then after, drinks? I can always use a drink after a mass reading.”

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄 . 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓  .  they  thrive  in  recognizing  it  within  one  another  ,  in  objects  ,  in  permanence  .  value  and  power  tend  to  come  hand  in  hand  ,  those  that  have  both  are  considered  unstoppable  ,  and  where  one  is  lacking  ?  well  ---  they  seek  out  the  ones  with  what  they  need  .  he  assumes  this  is  how  kitae  came  within  the  grasps  of  his  handlers  .  how  easily  the  weaker  man  can  be  swayed  by  such  a  useful  tool  to  the  trade  .  the  weaker  man  ,  of  course  ---  nikolas  petran  would  prefer  not  to  conform  himself  to  that  .  

❛      your  bosses  aren’t  fools    ❜    he’s  careful  to  use  the  word  bosses  as  opposed  to  handlers  in  this  topic  ,  ❛      they  likely  know  you  are  safer  here  than  you  would  be  anywhere  else  -  likely  even  in  your  own  home      ❜

a  subtle  laugh  falls  from  his  lips  at  kitae’s  words  ,  a  shake  of  his  head  following  suit  before  he  carries  on  down  the  long  ,  decorated  hallway  with  walls  adorned  with  the  works  of  artists  he  could  probably  name  off  the  top  of  his  head  ,  though  more  than  that  would  be  a  little  far  out  of  his  purview  .  ❛    it’s  a  figure  of  speech  ,  you  walk  in  ,  shake  a  few  hands  and  then  leave  -  the  proper  way  to  leave  a  party  you’re  not  interested  in  being  at  .    ❜  it’s  down  towards  the  foyer  that  he  spots  a  familiar  space  ,  already  knowing  damn  well  by  who  it  was  that  there  was  no  swapping  languages  to  avoid  suspect  so  he  stops  ,  a  nod  in  his  direction  towards  kitae  .   ❛      coyle  --  i’m  sure  you  have  somewhere  else  you  could  be  lurking  about  ,  or  am  i  wrong  ?    ❜  madden  coyle  ,  not  someone  he  would  find  to  be  a  threat  (  to  him  )  but  certainly  one  of  the  most  talented  assassins  he’s  ever  met  ,  his  ability  to  blend  in  ,  to  slip  within  the  shadows  is  something  even  niko  could  envy  ,  if  he  didn’t  have  an  entire  organization  to  worry  about  .   

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deathtake​:

❝ Well, ❞ she began, nose wrinkled in slight distaste. ❝ I always assume that a job is going to be hard               it’s just so depressing when I’m right ! ❞ Amelia could only sigh. ❝ Not that this is the hardest job I’ve ever had. There are a few that I deem much worse than this. ❞

❛      𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐖    ❜    a  nonchalant  shrug  follows  suit  ,  his  head  shakes  as  well  ,  the  truth  is  ,  easy  jobs  are  the  ones  they  have  to  look  out  for  ;  they’re  the  ones  that  tend  to  get  overlooked  in  the  long  run  .  ❛        better  to  go  in  thinking  the  job’s  going  to  be  a  little  bit  more  rough  anyway  ,  keeps  you  on  your  toes  ,  besides  ,  no  room  for  mistakes    ,  right  ?      ❜

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trageadies​:

“[ .  .  . ]𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴  .    ”      she chuckles lightly before she too falls silent.   sea green eyes watching the other before she cuts her look away,  staring up at the sky as his words settle over her like a shackle.   binding deep into her soul and cutting straight through the truth.“    something like that.   but it is,  what it is.    ”        she couldn’t deny it.   she was over 3000 years old.   and had found comfort in ways that made her feel not so along.       (  …   at least momentarily  )        

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒  ,  something  that  the  horseman  can  indeed  argue  over  ,  but  instead  of  doing  so  -  he  concedes  if  only  briefly  with  a  nod  of  his  head  .  doesn’t  that  describe  all  things  ,  and  nothing  at  the  same  time  ?    ❛      are  you  happy  with  that  level  of  existence  ?  or  do  you  think  you’re  vying  for  something  more  ?      ❜      intrusive  yes  ,  but  the  idea  of  small  talk  is  horrifying  to  a  being  that  has  been  around  since  the  dawn  of  time  ,  ❛      i  suppose  we  all  have  our  things  ,  don’t  we        ❜

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Bucky Barnes in a suit — 1x03

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godbanes​:

“  why would i want subtle?  ”     she asks with an arch of her brow,    turning on her side to look at him.     there is nothing subtle about callidora   —   she is a canvas painted in bright reds and splattered with black dots,    she is the rise of the tide,    a scream of anger in the middle of the night.     subtlety would mean being able to control yourself and callidora lacks that self-control.     “  to hell with that.    i want people to know what i am and who i am.     why beat ‘round the bush ‘bout it?  ”     a shrug of her shoulders and she extends her arms and legs across the sand,   feeling it caress her skin.       “  if people don’t pee themselves a little when they hear your name are you really that strong?  ”

❛      𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄  ❜      the  one  like  a  poison  trailing  through  veins  unknowingly  until  the  target  is  removed  .  perhaps  that  is  what  makes  him  pestilence  ,  perhaps  that  is  why  he  is  the  subtle  one  unlike  the  others  ,  war  ,  conquest  ,  death  ,  they  are  all  so  visible  and  yet  pestilence  can  sneak  up  when  least  expected  .  ❛      but  i  suppose  that  is  what  makes  us  work  so  well  ,  hm  ?  you  can  run  in  screaming  your  battle  cry  of  hurricanes  and  tidal  waves  ,  but  i  will  be  there  in  the  shadows  ,  ready  ,  always        ❜

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« nobilitylost » uriel​

“Promises? What makes you think he didn’t jump at the opportunity to host an archangel?” Uriel matched Pestilence’s upticked eyebrow, face otherwise remaining passive. “There are those out there that would die for the opportunity to know this kind of power, this kind of divinity.” He had made promises though, promises that may or may not come to fruition, depending on the depth and scope of the looming war. It would be hard to make someone a confident actor when the entire world’s stage was burning to the ground.

“All things must end,” Uriel agreed, “but those things should only end where there is no other alternative. We have alternatives here.” Lucifer’s death, the dismantling of Hell – those were all options on the table. As was his Father returning home an putting an end to the war between his angels, something he’d always been hesitant to do. But then, perhaps they had a better chance of watching pigs fly.

Unceremoniously, he took a seat – almost in a huff. “I do know how the story goes, but I also know that the story’s ending is…murky at best. As you’ve said yourself, your associates are already here, but the ending isn’t in sight – not yet. It could be centuries, longer even, before Lucifer’s plan comes into sharper focus.” He assumed that was the brother Pestilence spoke of, because surely he would not be speaking of  Michael. He was not the one looking to bring an ending to everything out of some misbegotten sense of unfairness. “Tell me what you know of my brother’s plan, and let’s work together to bring it to an end. That is what is right, Pestilence. You know this.”  Of course, he had his motivations for wanting the world to continue spinning, secrets upon secrets that needed to be maintained. “Come now, old friend. You must know something, or else you wouldn’t have made it so easy for me to find you.”

𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  ,  some  variation  of  a  smile  looks  to  form  ,  but  it  fails  within  the  sharp  edges  of  his  jaw  .  ❛      and  then  the  usual  thing  with  humans  ,  is  once  they  have  it  ---  they  don’t  want  to  let  it  go  ,  in  fact  they  only  want  more  .        ❜  a  pause  ,  he’s  seen  firsthand  too  many  wars  battled  over  nothing  and  everything  all  at  once  ,  ❛        that’s  why  this  promise  of  power  is  nothing  but  snake  oil  ,  they  are  not  the  ones  that  get  to  control  the  power  ,  they  only  get  to  be  a  host  -  but  i  suppose  they  all  long  for  that  special  place  in  their  heaven  once  the  well  has  dried  up    ❜

angels  ,  are  they  not  just  parasites  like  their  demonic  counterparts  ? 

attention  piques  at  the  mention  of  alternatives  ,  other  passageways  ,  alternative  routes  ,  they  all  lead  to  the  same  place  .  all  roads  after  all  ;  lead  to  rome  .  ❛    what  is  your  alternative  then  ,  uriel  ?  how  do  you  expect  it  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  mere  bandaid  on  the  inevitable  ?        ❜    it’s  true  ,  there  is  always  a  way  ,  but  just  like  his  own  existence  ,  there  must  be  a  balance  maintained  ,  two  sides  of  the  same  coin  ,  if  one  side  is  removed  from  the  equation  ,  what  do  the  archangels  think  will  happen  to  everything  else  caught  in  between  ?  

❛      i  did  not  say  the  ending  wasn’t  in  sight  ----      ❜    his  gaze  travels  away  from  the  archangel  towards  the  window  overlooking  the  cityscape    below  .  now  busy  ,  these  humans  --  living  so  ignorantly  to  the  sides  that  long  to  decide  their  fate  .  to  live  without  knowing  what  may  happen  to  them  within  mere  moments  ,  hours  or  years  must  be  so  peaceful  ,  it’s  enough  to  drive  any  seer  mad  .  ❛    the  problem  is  ,  uriel  ,  i  can  see  countless  ends  ,  ever  changing  ,  sometimes  they  come  near  ,  other  times  they  push  further  away  ,  you  want  my  help  ,  but  it  is  not  a  horseman’s  business  to  trifle  with  the  orders  of  angels  unless  you  go  against  the  balance  of  things  .  the  truth  is  this  ,  if  either  michael  or  lucifer  win  this  battle  ,  there  will  be  unintentional  consequences  ,  are  you  ready  to  risk  that  to  do  what  you  think  is  right  by  dragging  me  into  your  battles  ?        ❜

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asynjja​:

@bringwar​ said:   “ Let’s give them something they can’t ignore. ” ――   criminal minds sentence starters.   selectively accepting!

          𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒,   akin to torches leading into war ――   and it’s been quite some time,   having settled in a nice home,   thinking her family SAFE;   but one cannot win against nature.   And neither can one win against time.   Head tilts, the knitting of brows PENSIVE.   He’s piqued a primordial kind of interest ――   violence, war, revenge…   some people are born for it,   others of it.   Naturally, she responds,     “ Whatever you have in mind, Nikolas ――――   I’m all ears. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑  ,  it  adorns  features  like  armor  intent  on  shielding  from  the  worst  ,  or  the  best  kinds  of  torment  .  he  can  sense  it  ,  that  likeness  ,  that  certain  level  of  ferocity  that    burns  in  his  blood  all  the  same  and  it  draws  him  a  step  closer  .  ❛          there’s  nothing  wrong  with  a  little  subtlety  turning  into  an  explosion  ,  two  sides  ,  similar  coin  -  they'll  give  us  just  the  reaction  that  will  only  benefit  us  in  the  end  ,  as  long  as  you’re  up  for  playing  cautious          ❜

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Bucky Barnes + ‘smiles’ - 1.02 the star spangled man

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❛     why  watch  the  world  burn  ,  when  you  can  control  it  instead  ?      ❜

@carnagebled​  / one liner for lilly !

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« shatteredges » lorenzo de luca​

𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄  ,  a  chat  has  a  single  meaning  ––––––  lorenzo  knows  better  .  his  head  turns  to  the  side  ,  a  crack  echoing  off  basement  walls  as  a  set  of  brass  knuckles  emerges  from  pant  pockets  .  the  light  catches  for  a  moment  and  it  is  truly  a  beautiful  sight  in  his  opinion  .  a  gun  would  be  faster  ,  a  knife  to  the  throat  another  option  .  but  neither  bring  the  pleasure  of  feeling  bones  crack  underneath  his  strength  .  there  are  no  words  as  lorenzo  approaches  except  from  the  man  tied  to  the  chair  continuously  begging  but  soon  enough  he  falls  silent  .

blood  splatters  decorate  the  floors  and  walls  ,  streaks  of  it  across  the  front  of  his  shirt  .  it  will  be  replaced  by  the  extra  in  his  truck  before  he  heads  home  as  to  not  frighten  the  family  waiting  for  his  return  .  lorenzo  takes  a  moment  to  send  notice  to  the  cleaners  about  the  job  needing  their  attention  before  looking  back  to  niko  .  “  you  have  your  suspicions  about  who  it  could  be  ?  ”

𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊  ,  for  too  long  he’s  spent  most  of  his  life  peering  over  his  shoulder,  waiting  for  the  next  attempted  coup  upon  his  place  of  power  to  come  forth  .  still  ,  in  this  moment  he  can  only  think  of  a  few  names  ,  and  none  of  them  would  be  so  bold  ,  at  least  ,  he  would  like  to  think  so  .  still  ,  there  are  forever  snakes  waiting  in  the  coop  for  the  chickens  to  nest  and  with  melanie  too  far  along  for  their  own  good  ---  he  cannot  waste  time  playing  word  games  with  those  that  wish  to  do  them  harm  .

❛      i  have  a  few  ideas  ,  but  i  pay  coyle  an  enormous  amount  of  money  so  that  i  don’t  have  to  think  too  deeply  into  it  .  i’ll  give  him  a  call        ❜  has  it  ever  occurred  to  niko  that  the  ghost  -  like  assassin  may  be  a  part  of  this  ?  too  many  times  to  count,  but  the  one  thing  that  niko’s  learned  over  the  years  is  that  madden  coyle  doesn’t  function  on  loyalty  and  feelings  .  that  alone  makes  him  invaluable  within  their  organization  .    ❛        maybe  it  would  be  in  both  of  our  interests  though  if  you  …  kept  an  eye  on  him      ❜