#derobergeist

[inkedstonearchive]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @derobergeist (Charlie)

“Fuck.”

That’s not what he expected. He expected some other middle aged angry man, after all, nothing about the dossier he was given said anything about Charlie fucking Palmer.

But here he was, foot planted on Palmer’s chest with a sword hovering inches from his nose. The assassin was quick to take an unexpected target off their feet,  but the sudden realization of who he was dealing with made him freeze.

He spent the last few years trying to get away from all of this. Everyone being fucking dead or in space helped that, and King knew he’d end up running into someone eventually. 

Just not now.

“How the hell are you still alive?” Ninjak hasn’t killed him yet. Seems like he’s trying to decide if he will or not. 

[bornofbloodandwater]

@derobergeist

[Xiomara🩰] Caffeine is a good start. Need to finish a setlist with Katinas for next week though. See you in 30 minutes? Or is this more pressing? 😉 I can leave him hanging for a while.

[Thackery🧿] Hmm. I suppose I could give you 30 minutes. Might cost you some bargaining points however, since I’ll just be here, alone, slowly freezing to death, pining.

[Thackery🧿] I’m a patient woman, Thack, 30 minutes is nothing. Not for your company. See you then x

[sunbentsky-archived]

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀

🧡 @derobergeist went trick-or-treating! 👻🎃

[pride-of-azkets]

@derobergeist/@stillwater-butcher sent "Trick or Treat!  🎃" for a lil spoopy goodie

Emmanuel wasn't sure he'd ever seen the harsh man smile before, or even give the glimmer of one. But there it was, the subtle implication turning up the corners of Charlie's mouth and softening his eyes.

"What?" He asked, still breathing heavily with that big foolish grin, holding fast to the halter of the colt he'd run down in an equally foolish pursuit. There would be no answer from the stoic man, but it seemed that, for once, Emmanuel's lack of self-preservation when not at the expense of his mentor had brought some modicum of mirth. Good, he thought. Now he could gain that approval again.

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[torntruth]

@derobergeist​​​​​​​ :   “That BD had the slickest editing I’ve seen in years. Glad to know the recc that led me to you was legit.” || for Judy -from derobergeist/Kerry Eurodyne —     this is random !     /     definitely  always  accepting  .

The laugh that falls from Judy’s lips, while short, was genuine. This  little  burst  of  enthusiasm. Judy leans back in her chair, feet kicking up onto her own desk. Arms crossing over her chest. Patterns of tattoos sparkling her skin. There’s still a smile curling up the corners of her mouth. 

“And, I accepted before I knew what I was editing. But, this? This was fun. I never really got a chance to get into your music before. Today you have yourself a new fan. Come back anytime.”   

[morelikeavet]

@derobergeist​ said:  ‘i’ve been less than half myself for more than half my life.’ -from Dr. Thackery.

montgomery leans back in the wicker chair, slowly blowing the smoke out from his lungs, looking at the joint for a moment before he lolled his head to the side so he could see thackery better. “i understand that. it wasn’t until i came to this very island... my own little piece of paradise...” he trails off with a smile on his lips, gaze drifting to the rafters. “is that why you came here?” he finally asks, looking back at him. “would you like to find yourself, dr. thackery?” he smirked, offering him the joint.

[daedaluscried]

@derobergeist

“ W-where am I? “ Luna’s voice was soft but awkward, startling from her mouth in gasps and stutters, “ Who are you? “ She could feel the usual anxiety and ability inside her chest starting to burst and it took everything in her to not let it lose.

[fourmarksmage]

@derobergeist​ asked: ❝you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options?❞ (Thackery)

resident evil village starters | accepting 

Yennefer pursed her lips, not bothering to hide her particular distaste to be stuck in the situation of relying on anyone. But her options were limited, and none of them particularly better, like he said. At most, ignoring his advice and continuing to go it alone would almost certainly put her in a worse situation. She liked to think she could make the most of those -- find a way to turn it around to benefit her in the end (or, at the very least, pose a detriment to those who would get in her way).

But she also hated to ignore a more sure-fire path.At least, if she could trust him. It was the devil she knew and the devil she didn’t. She took a step closer to him, her chin tilted up at a stubborn angle.

“I don’t. Which is why if this doesn’t go according to plan, there will be consequences. If my trusting you puts me through hell, I will make sure you experience it tenfold.”

Her trust wasn’t one lightly given, and that only served to make her reaction to a betrayal of that trust all the more excised.

[fliesicecold]

@derobergeist said: Can’t sleep?

he’s lost track of time as he sits, thinking about how the hell he got into this whole situation and regretting every moment when he hears palmer. with a heavy sigh, he offers a tired smile and a shake of his head. “i see you can’t either,” he says, lips twitching up just a bit more. “how are you feeling?”

[inkedstonearchive]

‘that wasn’t an insult. just being frank.’ || from charlie - @derobergeist​

"Was mean. We are in Hell. Do not have to be mean for no reason. Sheesh." Omikron is at his wits end with this one. Nothing seems to calm him down and nothing seems to work, he's just....so angry. It must be exhausting.

But like all his special projects....this one he’s going to invest time and money in even if it kills him. 

“Have an idea for you, if you are willing to listen.” Omikron settles in his chair and thinks a moment. “Aye, maybe might be good for you, yes. But you, little man, have to be willing to hear me out. Has something to do with my barracks...have been quite empty for some time. This might be good use of your...erm...way of doing things. As always, will lead to good reward.”

[bornofbloodandwater]

“well, at least the music isn’t terrible…” for a situation where they have to slow-dance | from Thack - @derobergeist​

        “I apologise that my company is not stimulating enough for you, Thackery.” Turning her face from him. Shrinking in his hold, feigning the emotional wound of his words. The smirk rising on her lips rendering her joke transparent. “But I believe I deserve at least one dance from you, you grouch.” The way she’s pressed herself to Thack’s chest drawing chatter and looks from some of the older ladies standing around the dance floor. He truly draws out the dramatic in her.

No matter the faux-daintiness and swooning Xiomara conducts for her words, her steps are precise and elegant. Clear that she frequently participates in dances, balls, galas, or any other such occasions where one might find tipsy men with a price on their head. Straightening to her regular dancing posture, polite and distant, as she makes an offer of compensation.

        “Perhaps, as a reward we can do something you want to do. Just please, don’t dissect my cats, I am sure your ... curiosity would kill them.”

[lettherebemonsters]

“You have a morbid aversion to dying." | for Solomon Grundy or Swamp Thing || from Kaeler Camrin/ @derobergeist

" Grundy not know what word means, but sounds mean. Grundy not like it when people are mean to him!"

[a-byronic-heroine]

“All homes are temporary.” || from knight!verse Charlie Palmer - @derobergeist

The Bolton ward was pacing in the abandoned farmhouse, glancing occasionally at the man she was considering hiring. “Let’s hope that sentiment is true for Ramsay bleeding Snow.” 

Domeric Bolton was dead. Lord Bolton’s only legitimate son, suspiciously died only months after Ramsay Snow had come to live in the Dreadfort. Now, with only one son left living, Lord Roose Bolton had no choice but to let Ramsay live. Kly had implored him to consider the ramifications, but he’d scoffed at her and smacked her, claiming she was grabbing for power like every other woman in Westeros. She’d not brought it up again, but she saw the way the bastard looked at her. Like some feral mongrel looking at a lame rabbit. Kly was fairly sure Ramsay wouldn’t try to kill her. She had made herself irreplaceable in value to Lord Bolton and had his fickle favor. He was unlikely to harm her as long as he still remained illegitimate and still feared the wrath of his father. But that wasn’t a permanent guarantee. She needed protection. The dead, skinned serving girl hanging in her bedchambers was evidence enough.

“I find I am in need of protection from the bastard of House Bolton who has managed to weasel his way into a position of power,” she muttered, eyeing the knight warily. “I hear you’re sufficient at both keeping people alive and killing them. Let’s hope you’re a match for a Bolton. Name your price.”

@derobergeist

[gythreuliaid]

“you really can’t stop being evil for one second, huh? It's admirable." -Aether || derobergeist

@derobergeist

"Excuse me?" The scroll she was pouring over rolled up when she looked at him. At the moment, she was translating a particularly nasty scroll of Akkadian, and she didn't feel evil doing that, but she was sure he knew about something.

"Unless you elaborate, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. I guess there's gotta be something, but you're being awfully cryptic about it, Aether."

She re-unrolled the scroll and glanced back up at him with scornful, amber eyes. Not that she knew him well, but she discerned he had some damn gall interrupting her while she worked.

[fourmarksmage]

@derobergeist​ asked: “I asked that girl which road she was taking. Said she was walking the road of hate." 

nick cave and the bad seeds ‘murder ballads’ sentence starters | accepting 

“And were you walking alongside her on that particular road?” Yennefer doesn’t bother to look up from her reading, only pulling her attention away to make a few notes, not looking up at the witcher. As someone notoriously difficult to get along with, she wasn’t particularly put out by Lambert’s more abrasive attitude.

Still, even if she wasn’t bothered by it, she wouldn’t shy away from pointing out the problems his own attitude created. It wasn’t like they bonded over being difficult. She often thought it just made the both of them worse, like the inverse of how some people could make each other better.

“Are you truly concerned about a girl on the path of hate? There’s an awful lot you can get done with a bit of hate and spite.”

[inkedstonearchive]

“No one can save me.” || from Scott Landon for Alan Wake

@derobergeist

“Cryptic.” It’s been a while since these two have stood in the same room. It’s been a while since Alan’s even left New York since...well. Everything. But he’s here now, having dragged himself to Maine after a voicemail left to him by his former mentor that left him concerned and a bit confused.

“What’s going on, Scott? What do you mean you can’t be saved? Is this the pool thing again?” Despite Alan’s own travels to strange worlds, for some reason Scott’s retellings seem just a bit...too strange.