#rootkill

[ieatstardust]

stimming isnt enough i need to explode like the combination of rootkiller (CuSO4) and orbeez (idk what orbeez are made up of i think its black magic)

[mercurized]

“I know you’re awake. You can’t just say ‘shutting down’ when you ignore me.”

[medemorphosis-a]

—   @rootkill.      🍷, a drunk text from ellie.      social media & texting prompts.

[ TXT, 11:49:13PM ]  hey questionn

[ TXT, 11:49:20PM ]  why does thi s beer ta ste like fucccckin ass

[ TXT, 11:49:26PM ]  m totally nnot even buzzed

[ TXT, 11:49:30PM ]  wat a buzzkill

[ TXT, 11:51:04PM ]  ooh m y god, buzzkilll

[ TXT, 11:51:10PM ]  i fucking get itn ow

[greysmith]

❛  that  thing  costs  more  than  most  people’s  rent,  it’s  state  of  the  art  and  made  for  a  specific  kind  of  chaos. what  are  you  planning,  exactly?  ❜

[  ...  ]  :  /  /  @rootkill​.

[isgcd]

rootkill:   💬

 ‘  m’not    really     surprised     tha’    you      murdered    him.    ‘

send    in    💬    for    a    generated    starter. 

[nitebit-archive]

@rootkill​       /           ♡  

‘   shush.  they’ll hear us.   ’    it’s spoken through gritted teeth  ,  her knuckles white as she squeezes the other’s arm.   she had made herself an unspoken promise.  the only way she’d go back to the facility is if she was dead.     ‘    we can go around the building.  make a run for it.   ’

[wilczmina]

 @rootkill​​  said   :    [  choke  ]  😳  meme  :  nsfw  muse  reaction  prompts  .

 rarely  did  geralt  meet  someone  who  rivalled  him  in  strength  and  quickness    .    he  expected  other  witchers    ,    of  course    ,    to  exhibit  the  same  amount  of  skill    ,    of  reflexes  and  reactions  as  he  did    .    but  witchers  had  been  made  quicker    ,    more  durable  and  capable    ,    with  reflexes  rivalling  the  quickest  of  monsters    .    nothing  should  have  caught  him  off  guard  like  this    .

 miraculously    ,    his  skull  did  not  split  when  it  hit  the  ground    (    though  the  sound  and  the  pain  of  it  certainly  could  have  tricked  him    )      ,    though  it  cracked  loudly  and  echoed  against  the  walls  in  much  the  same  way  a  resounding  whip  might  crack    .    from  his  throat  came  a  high  cry  he  had    ,    until  this  moment    ,    believed  himself  incapable  of    .    head  pounding  and  eyes  watering  from  her  squeezing  at  his  throat    ,    the  witcher’s  hand  shot  up  to  grab  at  her  solid  wrist    ,    gripping  it  tightly    ,    fingers  curled  to  dig  nails  into  that  flesh    .    he  bared  his  teeth    ,    glaring  up  at  her  :  a  challenge    (    try  it    ,    and  you’ll  never  have  the  chance  to  talk  to  another  witcher  again  !    )    .

 ❛  le-et  go              ❜          and  he  sent  a  knee  hurtling  up  at  her               anything  to  get  rid  of  the  grip  at  his  throat    .

[lethalhacksa]

❛  everybody  in  this  party  is  so  fucking  fake.  ❜

[  ...  ]  :  /  /  @rootkill​,  people  i  don’t  like  by  upsahl.

[endurvor]

━━ feat. @rootkill.

❝ no way, ❞  tentative step close.  the scrape of a canvas sole against a wooden floorboard ━━ covered in dust, charged in mold.  ( you could drag a whole foot across the entire floor & it'd hardly scratch the surface of greenery, overgrowth. )  ❝ no fucking way. ❞  she almost fails to recognize her voice in the moment; there's an edge to it, a tinge of ━ surprise.  anticipation.  excitement.  she's got a good feeling about this.  a really, really good feeling.  she reaches out, & her hands brush on something smooth, something of a material she can't put to an exact name; it's a book of some kind, she knows that much,  IAN'S CARDS - DON'T TOUCH!  scrawled messily at its front.

huh.  someone took their cards seriously.

❝ okay, ❞  ellie stands to full height, binder secure in both hands.  she turns toward the doorway, a few footsteps forward, where a certain electric-haired woman awaits.  ❝ how much you wanna bet these are rare? ❞

[empathicstars]

@rootkill​ liked for a starter! 

   They needed to speak to her. 

   There was information they needed from the sole occupant in the brig, information vital to the ensuing mission, and so far as Aella could tell, no one had been able to draw the truth from her lips. Her lieutenants returned frustrated, cloudy-eyed, hands wrapped into fists with lungs full of shallow, shaking breaths. 

   It was not long at all until they asked the empath for help and, as ever, she accepted, quietly, lips sealed, head inclined. It was rather early in the morning when she stepped through the doors of the brig -- nodded to a guard officer, who moved to take a stance outside the door. 

   Cautiously, Aella edged herself into the room, took a seat across the forcefield, and for the first time, saw her.

[voieur]

     ❛  you  stick  out  like  a  sore  thumb,  ❜  despite the words, ruby’s tone seems like she almost admires the stranger,  ❛  just  be  careful  around  here,  alright?  ❜         /          ♡  :  @rootkill​.

[unferalarchive]

                                    #𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙸𝙳   .   in  response  to  . . .   @rootkill​                                                        ❛       people  don’t  kill  people  i  own  without  my  permission  !      ❜

𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢  𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.        blank  expression,   disinterest  in  each  syllable   --  each  twitch  of  muscle.        eighteen  is  more  concerned  with  brushing  smudged  gore  off  of  her  knuckles,   dislodging  limbs  and  flesh  from  the  heels  of  her  boots.        she’s  not  keen  on  the  idea  of  permission,   on  the  idea  that  she  has  to  ask  anyone  for  anything  before  she  acts.        it’s  not  her  problem.       not  her  concern  that  people  don’t  do  things.        eighteen  isn’t  people,   doesn’t  abide  by  the  rules   --   or  perceived  rules  that  guide  the  lives  of  those  more  inclined  to  human  decency.        her  head  tilts,   cants  down  as  bright  blue  eyes  stare  holes  right  through  ninety-nine.        “      oops.      ”       just  as  monotonous  as  her  gaze.        sinister  curl  of  her  mouth,   shrug  of  her  shoulders  as  she  nudges  the  corpse  next  to  her  and  laughs  something  cruel.

“      i  don’t  ask  permission.      ”        she’s  circling  her  now,   stepping  around  bodies  with  the  greatest  of  ease.        eighteen  doesn’t  know  what  the  purpose  of  all  of  this  is,   doesn’t  particularly  care  for  the  loss  of  life   --   and  yet,   none  of  it  really  makes  sense.        “      if  you  didn’t  want  them  to  die,   you  shouldn’t  have  allowed  them  to  cross  my  path.      ”        surely,   eighteen’s  reputation  should  have  afforded  her  the  luxury  of  something  more  than  the  worthless  cronies  lining  the  floor.       how  boring  that  this  had  been  all  sent  her  way.        how  sad  that  she  hadn’t  even  broken  a  sweat.        “      did  you  want  help  cleaning  up?       i’d  hate  to  leave  such  a  mess,   after - all,   it  was  quite  the  party.      ”

[prayrite]

“  can you stop standing so close to me.  you’re too close to me.  i cannot stress how much i need personal space.  you can tell me what you want to tell me with more space between us.  do you need like  ,  a potion or something.  cause that’s not really what my speciality is.  i’m good at hexes and curses though.  poison  ,  too  ,  i guess.  but i need blood  ,  or whatever.  a heart works better. ”

@rootkill​.

[forgenotes-archived]

@rootkill​ asked :    [ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

𝙔𝙊𝙐    𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉    ,        𝘼𝙉𝘿    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙀    -        stunned    .        shocked    .        you    blink    -        and    you    laugh    .        it’s    bitter    ,        hateful    ,        almost    a    barking    sound    ;        there’s    no    humour    in    your    voice    ,        just    a    mocking    spitting    disdain    for    being    denied    by    a    stranger    ,        of    all    things    .

❛❛    no    ?        no    ?    ❜❜        you    repeat    ,        jabbing    ,        still    incredulously    staring    her    down    .        ❛❛     and    who    the    fuck    are    you    to    tell    me    no    ?    ❜❜        there’s    a    rage    in    your    throat    that    threatens    to    choke    you    ;        the    edges    of    your    vision    turn    to    static    .        you    fold    your    arms    over    your    chest    and    you    can    feel    your    heart    pounding    .

❛❛    you    don’t    know    shit    about    me    ,        or    any    of    this    .        so    how    about    you    walk    your    ass    in    the    opposite    direction    and    let    me    do    what    i    have    to    do    .    ❜❜        it’s    not    a    question    ,        and    you’re    furious    .        ❛❛     the    audacity    ,    ❜❜        you    spit    ,        ❛❛     to    get    in    my    face    and    tell    me    no    .        fuck    off    .    ❜❜

[nitebit-archive]

@rootkill​      !

“  i  didn’t  think  i’d  see  you  around  again.  ”

[endurvor]

      “   what?   ”      tuft of vapor, billowing outward in a cloud of trackless smoke.     smothering the view of a cough; consequence of inhaling just a little too much at once, forcing her a moment to catch her breath, easing her lungs.     it's the weight of that statement, so coated in droves of something she can't quite put to words, that's nudging her over that metaphorical precipice—that unknown, steep and depthless.     that fearful, terrifying unknown.     swallowing the lump built in her throat, holding out the joint with a particular languor.     pinched between a thumb and forefinger, a silent offering.      “   what are you saying?   ”      apprehension crossing the forests in her eyes, threatening to overflow at the first indicator depicting unrest.      “   who's coming after you?   ”

bladerunner 2049 sentence starters. @rootkill​​, “ they’ll be coming after me soon. ”