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daud | the knife of dunwall ([personal profile] wolfofdunwall) wrote in [community profile] kingdomsofrain2018-03-15 04:04 pm
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picture prompt meme




the picture prompt meme

leave a picture/pictures and i'll respond with a character of your choice (or, if you'd prefer, of my own choosing). or leave a comment and i'll respond with pictures.
zsaszle: (suddenly I'm in over my head)

[personal profile] zsaszle 2018-03-16 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi." A very informal greeting, but by no means unusual from Victor. He wasn't really the type to give long speeches or make a big announcement about how he'd caught him off-guard or something about how he shouldn't try to run. For one thing, the very visible guns he was wearing tended to do a lot of the talking for him. For another, he didn't really feel like threatening this man anyway. Seemed pointless.

But he did want to know where this was going.

"We could actually go inside." As dramatic as standing on a dark street was, this was Gotham. It was raining, he didn't like getting wet. So he pointed at a bar down the street with his thumb. "They make good drinks."

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radostnaya_devushka: Artwork by grobi_grafik @ deviantart (☼one black eye busted teeth)

Buddy | Lisa The Joyful | (honey badger don't care, honey badger gaf)

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isfallingdown: (not with a bang)

i'm sorry buddy

[personal profile] isfallingdown 2018-03-16 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard keeping track of anything anymore. If he'd ever known how to keep track, and really The Photojournalist couldn't say. He knows he's a (he thinks is a?) photojournalist, or he was, or he wanted to have been. He knows he's had the bandana around his head for a while. He knows there's someone very important somewhere around and somehow he'd wandered away from that very important person (or had he run off? why would he have done that?) and he has to find Kurtz as soon as possible even if the name spells trouble down his spine, even if he feels a little nauseous a little grateful a little awful just to think the name. He knows he's somewhere in the desert, though he's pretty sure he's never been to this part of the desert before and he's definitely certain that he has no idea how he got here in the first place.

The Photojournalist sits down by the cactus to think it out. Maybe his memory trouble's caused by something. Probably comes from um. Walking around in the sun too much or maybe not getting enough water. He's never been good at staying hydrated. Maybe he's been smoking too much? ...Nah, that can't be possible. It's probably the water thing. Man, he's got to drink more water. But where's he supposed to get that now?

He's looking around when he sees someone, a somewhat small someone. Can he approach the somehow? He stands, takes a few cautious steps toward the figure. "Hey, uh... Good morning?"
radostnaya_devushka: Artwork by grobi_grafik @ deviantart (☼how to believe in futures)

[personal profile] radostnaya_devushka 2018-03-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
The Photojournalist doesn't look any different from the men in Olathe. This one just has the decency to wear a shirt. As for Buddy's appearance, she's clad her her usual poncho with a mask on her face, obscuring her feminine features and hair. At his question, she doesn't speak much at all, choosing to nod at his response.

She'll have to play everything by ear and sight.

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puppet_mistressofhell: (i am not your equal)

Isolde, Lilith, Rosalie | OC | OTA | I'll take anybody ayyyy.

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yesterdaysheadliner: (not like i care)

idk where they're living but hey what the hell

[personal profile] yesterdaysheadliner 2018-03-16 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, for god’s sake. There they go again with the noises.

Ever since the new people moved in next door, it’s been one big veritable orgy over there. Fine, fine, that may be an exaggeration; Dean doubts (maybe) that sex is involved, and it could be the noises are just the typical sounds of moving in. He doesn't know; he's never made that kind of a racket. And whatever the noises are, there's no getting around the fact that they're disturbing his peace of mind.

They'd arrived the other day, a large group of women, all piling into the rooms next door. He doesn't doubt there's plenty of space in there for them; his own apartment could easily house the members of a mid-sized jazz orchestra. Of course it doesn't. Dean lives alone, and likes it like that. It's the best way of ensuring peace and quiet.

Which he isn't getting now.

He gives a deep sigh as another crash (maybe not a crash so much as a dull thump, but it feels like a crash) shatters his silence. Well. Well, if those ladies want to make a circus of themselves and this entire floor, they're not going to do it without his objections.

In half a minute he's at their door. Dean gives four quick raps, then waits, arms crossed, ready to give an earful to whichever occupant responds.
puppet_mistressofhell: (hold my twisted tongue)

don't mind the sentient nuclear zombie living next door... he don't mean any harm

[personal profile] puppet_mistressofhell 2018-03-18 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Twelve women make for a noisy, noisy, apartment, it can't really be avoided. (That's if you don't factor in the fact nearly all of them are nubile and sexually active, with others and among themselves.) Most of the time they are fortunate to live next to people to can't hear it, don't care, or are bribed easily to shut up.

At least the door is answered and a person comes out to greet Dean. A tall beautiful woman with supermodel-worthy looks with straight ink black hair and icey blue eyes answers coldly.

"What do you want?"

Isolde has never seen someone so ugly in her life.

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youthful_psymaster: (in the smoke)

Young!Genkai | Yu Yu Hakusho (or Team Albany!AU) | F/M | don't care

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buttreset: <user name="buttreset"> ([n] shitshitshitshitshitballs)

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[personal profile] buttreset 2018-03-16 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a fine day for a brisk walk! Michael finds time away from Hell to be, well, a bit of a relief frankly. For all he's come to find about humans and bestowing on them eternal damnation, he finds that the living are much more lively! Most blissfully unaware of their choices, he scurries around like an eager and rather large bird to absorb all the culture he can.

The he nearly plows into a woman with a rather clear message on her shirt.
]

Sorry!

[ He's quite loud with his apology. Though the demon has skidded to a halt in time to avoid collision, it doesn't stop him from scurrying around to face her and study her face. ]

I didn't know you had the dangling bits too. ...Aren't they usually in the front?
youthful_psymaster: (sharp eyes)

[personal profile] youthful_psymaster 2018-03-17 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[The collusion never happens, but Genkai senses Michael enough to back away herself and look at him with big eyes that at once look young and bright, but also old as all hell and look like they they could probe at whatever soul (or lack of it) a demon has.

The human woman is blank, but she's internally studying the man before with a keen mind. Demon. The Western Variety. Looks like a nerd. Aside from that, she's actually sort of calm.]


The shirt is a figure of speech... in my case at least.

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ivegotmypride: (Default)

Bill » everyone lives au

[personal profile] ivegotmypride 2018-03-16 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
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readyoualecture: (outskirts)

[personal profile] readyoualecture 2018-03-16 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He still dreams about her. Every night, he sees the Nancy who's not Nancy the Nancy who's beyond living and out for blood, his blood, or he dreams the not Nancy who's between his hands and dying or he dreams somehow both at once and there's no stopping himself and no stopping her and every night the world falls apart for those moments seeming hours and he knows what he's done the weight of what he's done and he can feel the skies come crashing in.

Still, when he bolts awake, it's not his own dreams that're responsible. It's Nance. (Hard to believe he's sharing a bed with her again hard to believe they're together again hard to believe she's here, she's here and she'd have him back, and somehow it all feels so natural, of course it does.) She's been having dreams of her own, seems like, tossing and kicking into him, almost like she's attacking something (or, yeah, or being attacked). This isn't the first time Bill's awakened to find her like this. The first time, then the second, he'd let her work through it, not certain he should interfere. Now, though... Maybe it's time to try a different tactic. Because she ain't calming down, and after his own dreams, this is... this is too close, too painful to watch.

He starts with a hand to her wrist, firm but as gentle as he can be."Nance? Nance, hey, Nance."
ivegotmypride: (fierce)

[personal profile] ivegotmypride 2018-03-16 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy's always had nightmares. Since she was young, the devil himself had filled her dreams, with his kind smile and beady little eyes. When she got older, the dreams changed, other men would filter into them (always, always the men), and Bill, too, would become a fixture. Since the attack, he'd been there near every night.

Sometimes, the dreams weren't bad enough to wake her. She'd sleep through them and on to the next dream. She tried to keep them from Bill. She knew he had awful dreams as well, the reasons as to why she was sure she knew, but never dared ask for confirmation. She liked to think that her dreams had been better, since she started sleeping alongside him again.

Tonight, however, the dreams have become terrors, and Nancy thrashes about on their bed. She raises her arms to protect her face as she kicks out, fighting the phantom of the very man beside her. The one who's hand circles her wrist, and she cries out, her green eyes flying open as the scream is still on her breath. She's frozen there in the moonlight, eyes wide and unfocused, jaw slack. It's an awful thing, to awake from a nightmare to find you're still in it.

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next step: marriage

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screa

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oh nancy

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oh my god

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prisonwonka: (don’t ask questions just do everything w)

The Warden | Superjail! (or that bwe au) | OTA | ANYBODY

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strategicbullshit: (an egg)

dunno what he's doing here but (bwe au? fallout au? superjail verse? HMM)

[personal profile] strategicbullshit 2018-03-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, uh… Did you ever think about not being a total asshole? Just an honest question, no offense intended."

So maybe there’s some offense intended. Deacon’s heard plenty about the Warden, seen some of the damage for himself, and while the guy’s got the right idea about looking out for his people as a whole, most of his methods are, well, pretty gross. And all right, sure, maybe Deacon shouldn't come into the guy's office and talk to him like this, but sometimes you just have to grab your opportunity when it arrives.

Deacon's supposed to be delivering a message, but he can get to that in a minute. Don't want to lead off with the important stuff, or you might be dismissed before you can say what's really on your mind. What a tragedy that'd be.
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conalma: (pic#11854154)

3, idek man!

[personal profile] conalma 2018-03-16 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Traveling all day by foot would make most children weary. Laura has no option but to staying on the move. Even if she was capable of feeling winded by such distance, the thought of it would never enter her mind. The important thing was to get away. To keep moving. To find her friends.

Hunger does, however, present itself.

This brings her to the dumbstruck person before her doing more chattering than taking action. She finds no need to indulge this conversation other than shutting it down to return to her previous inquiry about food. She gives them the answer they're looking for.
]

Yes.
strategicbullshit: (flannel)

if the fallout commonwealth works as a setting? i dunnoooooo

[personal profile] strategicbullshit 2018-03-16 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sooooo this kid's pretty to-the-point. ]

'Yes' you consider applesauce a food or 'yes' you think the current value of the Commonwealth bottlecap is deplorable? Oh, I know! Or, 'Yes, Mr. Deacon, you talk too much so you should really shut your mouth.' That's the one, isn't it? I can see it in your eyes.

[ He probably shouldn't be joking around with a kid, especially once as worn-out as this one looks. She looks like she's been on the road all day, and she can't be more than, what... 10, or... 13 or... Hell, he doesn't know how old kids are. Deacon knows life leaves a lot of people, a lot of young people, to fend for themselves. But that doesn't make it any less of a sad situation. ]

As long as you don't try passing applesauce off as a food, sure, I've got something to eat. [ Motioning for her to follow, he heads toward the low fire he'd built up, his bag and his rifle set nearby, a few carrots and a can of cram laid out near the flames. Deacon moves to his bag, begins digging around. ] Hold on. I've got some Instamash in here, if you'd rather have that. And, uh, half a box of Sugar Bombs. I had some bloafly but, you know, lunch.

yessss that works for me

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in_an_augustforest: made by shotsiblings @ tumblr (well...um)

August Marten | OC | Down 4 Everybody

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excultro: (half-stranded)

daud | dishonored (doto or rod)

[personal profile] excultro 2018-08-03 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
one, two, three, four.
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wingsfordays: (pic#12093360)

[personal profile] wingsfordays 2018-11-27 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Getting a text from The Red Hood out of the blue didn't exactly sit well with Tim. Even though he and Jason had been on good terms lately, the guy was a firecracker ready to blow. No, more like a bomb. Ticking and ticking and biding its time until there was a city large enough to take the brunt of his explosion. And Tim didn't want to be part of that.

But Jason's intel was clean, and though he could question why Jason of all people wanted to help him, the fact was the lead was a good one. The so-called Knife of Dunwall was in Gotham.

All these years, Tim had thought the stories about Dunwall and its feared assassin were just that -- stories. Rumors. Fantasies. It was like Batman, in a way -- meant to scare and keep everyone away. In Batman's case, though, he was a very real, very terrifying nightmare in and outside of Gotham; why then would the Knife of Dunwall be any different? It wasn't like Tim had never met an assassin -- heck, he'd trained with a few of them. But The Knife of Dunwall hadn't been seen in years, the ghost of a legend in the shadows, and Tim wasn't a believer in ghost stories.

But color him curious enough to follow Jason's leads.

The most interesting thing about the whole situation was that the leads themselves were things Tim would have followed up on either way. Terrifying men with terrifying aims of destroying cities and taking over the world, holocausts in their wake. In the center of it all, a dangerous gang from Japan that had recently infiltrated Gotham's underbelly and taken control of the East and South sides. Using the so-called Twin Katana, another legend of lore, to inflict doom and misery upon any enemies who stood in their way.

In Red Robin attire, Tim crouched on one of the dips in the bridge, watching. Below him, all he saw was an adult male, 50s or so, in the middle of the bridge. The facial recognition software in Tim's cowl worked overtime to try and place him, but the fog of the night wasn't helping. When he finally got a clear look and it registered Knife of Dunwall, Tim's eyes widened.

That. That was him? He didn't look so imposing. The only thing that could have given away his past might have been the stiffness in his shoulders when Tim's cape caught the wind. Tim grinned a little. Could he hear that? Very interesting.
not_desade: (Roses)

Modern or odd au idk

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A B C
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