#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ MEMORIIAE

[weroyals]

❝   —   𝐎𝐈   !      Lena   mighta   dared   ya,      but   you   still   did   it,     mate.      Can't   put   all   th'   blame   on   'er,      now   can   ya   ?   ❞         Menace   mode.

[forlorn-crows]

@jimothybarnes @pro-memoriia @mikorsghouls @ghoulangerlee @littlemoon-beam

thank you all for passing along the love to me <3 sometime soon i'll pass it on, promise <3

[monmuses]

" Anaaa... I am RESENTFUL over your talon bounty being more than mine." (Cassidy WHY.)

UNPROMPTED ASKS - Always Accepting!

Hearing his protests about their bounties from the past had Ana almost smile, bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle a soft giggle. Cole Cassidy? Protesting about their bounty prices? It wasn't anything new, of course. She overheard such conversations from Baptiste a while ago, but she couldn't help herself to not laugh.

"You? Resentful? Oh, don't make this sound so terrible, Cole," she chuckled with a smile. "I'm sure there is some way you can make that already big bounty above your head any larger than it needs to be. Are you planning to pick up the money for yourself?"

[compatiissante]

". . . . I will throw a spoon at you." - (Balthazar who I'm bringing back BABY)

RE: decade-old shenanigans

"not if i throw them at you first. with additional quarters." she's smiling, though. "hi, friend."

[vihrago-a]

" .... " it seems that this guy just can't get enough of anabel because there he is again and watching... the mask is really not making this seem safe at all. (henry stop LKDSJG)

… he’s basically against the window now. anabel, call the cops. you’re not stupid. however, she loves to go against her better judgement. any sense of self preservation was out the window. his mask was utterly terrifying but she felt strangely drawn to him. the doors were all locked so she was safe (hopefully) and the only way he could get to her was by shattering the glass. anabel didn’t think he would do that though. she approached the windows with a feeling of fear and worry washing over her. stupid stupid stupid stupid — the woman presses a palm against the glass without saying a word. maybe he would too.

[captainseamech]

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

@memoriiae shanted: "What if I just called you Tidal Wave because you cause such a tidal wave with your anger?" - Wheeljack NO?

             “... I’m goin’ to pretend I didn’t hear that for my own sanity, thank ya very much.”

[red9]

" Hey there handsome, I need to ask you a few questions." (ACE...)

              stuck in the fog with @memoriiae

              How could he ever say no to such charm, such a rare thing to find- and especially here of all places. Well, wherever here was. In all reality, he wasn’t entirely sure when, or how he managed to end up within this realm. Like some sort of purgatory, so many lost souls from so many walks of life just trying to get by. Why it was nice to have someone so friendly, so social. Helping ease his mind with such a naturally flirtatious attitude- reminding him much of himself. Hiding the nerves with humor and lighthearted banter, making others smile just to put them all at ease.

              The lighter he nervously twirled between his fingertips was snapped shut at the sound of his voice, dark eyes flickering to meet that smile, hidden behind a pair of rosy shades. Strange that he never seemed to take them off- but he tried not to think much of it. Everyone had their way of hiding their fear of the unknown- never knowing what might come next for any of them. At the very least, the could enjoy the time they had now together. Why a smile would tug at the corner of his mouth, that warm and flirtatious lilt matching the gamblers as his head would tilt to a side.

              “I insist, ask away- you know I’m all ears for you amigo.”

[viviskull]

@memoriiae​ : x

❝  . . . Are you really sure about that? I dunno... I don't feel it at all.  ❞  the Autobot was very distraught as it could be seen but he... he could try to believe what Vivi said!

Vivi’s heart rapidly flutters in her chest, the harsh demands her body is putting on itself to regulate its natural icy touch is nearly starting to sweat at its losing battle to the blazing flames just outside of Blade’s compact chest cavity.  The heat was uncomfortable, but it would’ve been just extremely unbearable if she hadn’t dove into the innards of her companion’s metal plating just minutes before the staggering forest fire went to encase them both into a tight circle of flames.  She couldn’t have known a fire had started by the time she had dragged this emergency hero out onto a walk deep into the woods just to get him some fresh air.  Maybe it could’ve been how the earlier ashy air brushed against her lungs that she excused herself to get a break inside the other’s makeshift pilot seat; only wanting to save herself from coughing herself to death in front of the mech.  Although her body so desperately wanted to cling onto the seat since Blades had quickly jumped to his feet, she strained to hold some semblance of calmness over her voice in the hopes to keep her nervous friend’s unease peak any further.

Her fear of heights were the least of her troubles when poor Blades was glued to the one spot beneath a tall and looming dying tree struggling to not topple down to the flames.  She was scared too.  However, with him being separated from his own team and with her phone being out of signal from the rescue tower, this dame has to keep some of this madness under control through gritted teeth.

Gripping onto her seatbelt with a secure grip as her feet kept themselves firm to the floor, Vivi nodded to the huge screen that often displayed the young Mech’s uncertain features.  It was hard not to curl up into a ball upon the plush orange seat, given the way her fried nerves were already burning with the jumpy, nervous energies that honestly was buzzing off of Blades in confining, unbearable waves.  “I’m.. sure as rain, Beebee.”  Although the seatbelt felt painful tight upon her frame, she chokes down the stinging pain with a soft, if a bit instinctive, smile towards the other that instant.  The odd nickname came out as a last second thought in the hopes to stroke the other’s ego just a little, too.  “Ya put up with me and my Mechanic’s crazy antics enough as it is.  With your strength, we can figure out a way to get out of this hellfire.”

“We.. We just gotta look for an opening through this inferno.  Isn’t that right?”  She states.  “We can do that.”

[lastafton]

| | | | |         @memoriiae   whispered     ::     " DAD... CAN I DO A LITTLE ARSON?? " - Gregory...

❝   —   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   ?      No   !      Of   course   not.   ❞            The   immediate   answer   is   the   responsible   one.      The   one   that   any   good   parent   is   supposed   to   have.      However,   it   must   be   said   that   it   doesn't   come   from   quite   the   same   place   or   intention   as   most   good   parents.      After   all,      how   often   can   your   typical   dad   claim   to   have   deliberately   burned   down   multiple   buildings   ?

Michael   is   a   pretty   unique   case   as   far   as   fathers   go,      &&      he's   keenly   aware   of   the   fact.      He's   got   a   real   exceptional   son   to   suit.      Probably   why   he   goes   on   to   ask   Gregory   about   those   criminal   plans   of   his.

❝   What   building   are   you   looking   to   burn   down,      &&      why   ?   ❞

[curseofbreadbear]

@memoriiae​ ❤’d! ( for william! )

❝ Actions come with consequences; you'll have to pay with blood. ❞

[compatiissante]

@faztastiic / @memoriiae replied to your post “anyone: calls maya ‘baby girl’ maya: 404 error...”:

...weirdly enough my wesker muse just raised his eyebrow and went ' Hmmm ' cACKLES

you know those dumb record scratch moments in cartoons? her brain just did that. but ​it's fine, she's fine, it's all fine.

[alphateamsfinest]

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine . ( wesker ! )

 NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

Jill still had time before her shift started- thankfully- so she was going to treat herself. Dressed in her casual clothes and her bag tucked on her shoulder she steps in and orders her medium extra dry light roast cappuccino, pays, and goes to wait and- fuck that's Wesker. Maybe he hasn't noticed her, she's average isn't she, not some over six-foot tall blonde standing over there. So Jill just tries to play it off like they're strangers because maybe she shouldn't be addressing him out of the office? Sure, they spent every other 24 hours together but is saying 'hi' too much when work isn't related?

Jill grabs her drink when it's up and heads out, looks back over her shoulder to see if he even noticed her, and turns back, hand out to open the door but-

The door is being opened and she has to look up because of course he would reach over her head and hold the door open for her. She's not in work mode so she doesn't try and stop her face, that pinch between her brow as she looks up at him, surprised by it. Maybe if it was anyone else it wouldn't be surprising- shit this shouldn't be surprising of course Wesker had manners. But it's still the fact that he did it- she's flip-flopping around in her head and is almost shoved by the person behind her. She bumps into Wesker but manages not to spill her cappuccino onto him, smiling the slightest bit up at him. "Thanks, Wesker."

[vihrago-a]

.... It seems there's someone that's lurking nearby. he's masked of course, perhaps it was safer that way...? they're watching anabel with interest. that mask is pretty odd huh? (drops henry in here)

she'd noticed him a long time ago. he seemed to follow her everywhere--- university, work, home. any sane person would call the cops. but she was too nervous and scared to do anything. he hadn't done anything wrong besides be a creep so what was the harm? it was closing time and she needed to head home soon. unfortunate that she was the only one in the cafe. she's repeatedly scrubbing the same spot on the counter as she anxiously holds eye contact with the stranger outside the window. all doors are locked so he cant get in --- so she thinks. she's got a medical eyepatch on her eye at the moment so she cant see all too well. but she didn't need good vision to know just how piercing his gaze was beneath that mask. it shook her to her core. just what did he want? if he wanted to try something ... heh, good luck. she was safe in here. right? right. yeah.

[fantasywritten]

@memoriiae ❤️

GREAT. Another Bendy. Another reminder that he was just one of many. With a loud growl, Inky kicked over a barrel of ink, allowing the black substance to spill across the floorboards as the barrel broke. It was both out of anger and an attempt to SCARE THE OTHER.

“HEY!” His eyes narrowed behind the ink that covered most of his face, his tone aggressive. “Get over here. Tell me who you are.”

[lanottedellastrega]

He's always known.

The fact that "Papa" actually really DOES know what he's doing with fans...

In RHRN, he said "Where did you feel that?"

Meaning he knows we feel it. In some way.

He's awful.

[anotherbananasong]

Begging to see more of Mounty and his shoe thing 🙏🏻

@pro-memoriia boot stuff boot stuff boot stuff