#ruehashimi

[demoliticnist]

❛ I’m making my hispanic ancestors ashamed. ❜

“Really? That’s- uh, it’s a bold statement. How so, kid?”

[chainsxwsmile]

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Send “♩ ♪ ♫ ♬” to listen to the mun sing: If they get 10, they can pick a song, or take requests!

10/10 YAY!!!!!! I’ll try to get some song up tomorrow or Thursday, if not then at least during the weekend! 

[speedyistheotherguy-blog]

Ciryke was bitter about the situation, on one hand she was given her freedom. But on the other hand she was technically in custody of a hero, impulse. She waited patiently at the gates of Belle Rev with the armed guards, waiting for the hero to arrive.

Bart tried to keep his excitement under wraps as he pelted towards Belle Reve. In just a few minutes he was going to be in charge of a real meta-human criminal! Well, a parolee. Bart didn’t know what a ‘parolee’ was, but he was anxious to find out. Max had told him yesterday that this was going to be “an exercise in responsibility” for him and that it would “teach him a lesson about authority,” but Bart just thought it sounded like a chance to boss a supervillain around, an idea which pleased him very much. 

“Don’t worry, citizens! I’m here.” Bart greeted the guards as he skidded to a stop outside the front gates. He puffed out his chest and opened his throat to make his voice sound deeper. “So, where’s the cannoli?” He asked, looking around at the guards. Were they standing in front of the criminal and blocking them from Bart’s view? “Er, parolee! I meant parolee. Not cannoli.” The speedster corrected himself with a nervous laugh. “I definitely know the difference between a cannoli and a parolee.” 

[fearbehindasmile-archive]

Hi! May i rp with you using an oc of mine?

// of course you can~ you don’t have to ask me y’know, I’m perfectly fine with rping with your OC. uvu

[infamous-harleyquinn]

" And now is the part where we say goodbye."

“What are you talkin’ about, kid? Where are you goin’?”

[rakyatleader-archive-blog]

" Vaas got angry "

“…You told him about us speaking?”

[hockeyvigilante-a]

@ruehashimi liked for a starter

☠ “Wait a minute...Who are ya supposed to be?”

[king-of-fools-blog1]

👂

Send me “👂” if you hear my character’s voice in my writing!

[beareroftheblueorb]

" You talk weird. Are you a pirate?"

    “Yer mum t’lked w’rd aftar ah w’s dun wit ‘er tu.”

[bakingfox-blog]

✣

✣ bringing them food

“Thanks but I dont need your peasant food!”

[demoliticnist]

🎴

Send me 🎴 for my muse to tell yours which Pokemon they think best fits them!

“Hmm, maybe a Charmander; small, fiery, and tough.”

[voodooandelvis-blog]

Ciryke bitterly walked into the dance studio. She was being forced to come here by her school therapist in order to try and rid the child of her anger and stress. She sat her bag down and slumped against the wall, crossing her arms

Lilo walked out of the bathroom after changing into her hula attire; actually on time for once. She frowned slightly when she saw the girl sitting alone, knowing how it felt to be the odd-one-out, she walked over to her. “Hiya!” she grinned, hoping Myrtle Evans wasn’t the reason her potential new friend looked so down. “Are you new?” Of course she was, but Lilo wasn’t sure how else to break the ice.

@ruehashimi

[thesymbolofnoxus]

✂

SEND ME ‘✂’ AND MY MUSE WILL KILL YOURS. RIGHT NOW. BRUTALLY, HORRIBLY, BLOODY. JUST DO IT.

It seemed, to Darius, that whatever demons Ciryke had within her just couldn’t be controlled. It was affecting his home, his people, and soon enough, the Grand General himself was displeased. Something needed to be done.

Darius felt she deserved a proper death. With the time they had spent together, the general would be a liar if he said he hadn’t grown attached to the girl. Sometimes, tough love was the Noxian’s way of expressing it, but the very fact alone that the kid spent so much time with him was proof enough that he cared in some aspect.

Instead of having her hunted and slain in the streets like a dog, Darius would complete the task during training. It was better this way, for her and for his pride, giving her a proper warrior’s death despite the fact that she hadn’t seen battle before.

Maybe she would understand.

When the time had come, Darius lead the girl out to a more abandoned area to train in than usual, waving away her questions, same as it ever was. “We’re here because it’s easier,” he’d say. She wouldn’t question him too much. Perhaps it was something she had learned along the way.

Arriving at the grounds, Darius placed the head of the axe on the ground, almost leaning on the weapon. He directed Ciryke to one of the dummies, instructing her strike it, standing behind her. For a while, the general simply watched her, gripping his weapon, preparing to strike.

The first cut would always be the worst.

Swinging the bladed weapon in front of him, Darius aimed to incapacitate the girl, heavy weapon severing her spine near the middle of her back. He would watch her drop, stunned, in shock. At this point, what could he say? Darius was a ruthless killer, no mercy. But maybe he would make an exception here.

“…Swain’s orders.” It was all he could think of saying in response to her pleading, her questions. To be fair, it was all that needed to be said. “I thought you would get through this… perhaps I was wrong…”

The cold metal of his footwear nudged at Ciryke and rolled her onto her back, more than likely causing even more pain to her back. He could only imagine what she was going through. Darius would take her out of her misery.

Raising the weapon once more, the soldier glanced down at her, disappointment shining in his eyes. “You had potential. But your progress was not fast enough. If it were up to me… maybe I’d have been more patient…”

In an effort to speed up the process of death, the warrior swung the axe down, using a combination of his strength and the incredible weight of the weapon to behead the girl, making sure the blade didn’t stop until the soil beneath them cushioned its’ fall.

The spray from the kill didn’t bother him too much, but the disappointment still remained on Darius’ face. He quietly sighed, letting go of the axe which had been lodged into the ground, to wipe his brow.

“You could’ve been more.”

@ruehashimi //

[the-little-red-runt-blog]

" Fight me shorty! " (ciryke youre short as hell)

“You’re just asking to get your ass kicked calling me short like that!!!” Ed cried out in an angry tone.

[speedyistheotherguy-blog]

@mutantcontract

(continued from here)

Bart had almost lost his mind when the Rogues had kidnapped Ciryke. They’d left a tape with demands and a location and a very unambiguous statement about what they planned to do to her if he didn’t show up with ten million in cash. And so here he was, the case of money all but forgotten at his side as he dropped to his knees to hug her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Cir.” He apologized, tearing off a piece of the sleeve of his uniform with his teeth so that he could bandage the cut on her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I’ll get you out of here.” Bart said, wrapping his hands around the shackles on Ciryke’s ankles. Taking a moment to concentrate on the right frequency, he vibrated the metal beneath his fingertips until the shackles clicked open, falling to the ground with a soft clank. Even for the Rogues, this stunt was an all-new low. Sure, they robbed banks and stole cars, but kidnapping and beating on kids? It was worse than criminal! Bart couldn’t wait to teach them a lesson. They’d chosen to make this personal by hurting Ciryke, and Kid Flash wasn’t about to let them get away with it. Now that he knew Ciryke was safe, he straightened up and looked around for the culprits. It was quiet in the abandoned packing plant except for the sounds of their own breathing and his feet scuffling on the floor as he turned slowly in place, listening. “Hello?” He called into the musty air. No answer. This was definitely the right place, so why weren’t the Rogues here to claim the money? Maybe he’d gotten lucky and they’d chickened out and run off when they’d seen him coming? Or maybe they had another quarrel over leadership rights and knocked each other out? 

Bart shook his head and turned back to Ciryke. He wasn’t going to worry about it now. Jay had always told him that it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He should just take Ciryke and get the heck out of here while he could. “Do you think you can stand, Cir?” Bart asked, kneeling down to help her up. Then he froze. Heat Wave was standing not even twenty feet behind her, silent and unmoving. Bart’s heart suddenly kicked into overdrive, pounding in his ears. Where had he come from?! Had he been standing there the whole time? “You-!” He growled at Rory, immediately disposing with the questions in his mind almost as soon as they’d formed. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was taking the guy down hard and fast and tossing him back into prison where he belonged. By the time the next microsecond had passed, Bart had already blurred into action, dashing at Heat Wave with a furious shout and a fist pulled back to sock him right in the jaw. 

“What the-?” Bart exclaimed as the man’s face splintered and cracked like glass under his knuckles, shattering into a thousand pieces. At the same time, a flash of red light seemed to engulf him. Bart blinked away the lingering brightness behind his eyes and saw that he had been trapped in some kind of energy forcefield. It encircled him like a large, semi-transparent glowing bubble. It kind of reminded him of the sort of stuff that Green Lantern made with his ring. “Ciryke?!” Bart pressed his hands and nose to the wall of the forcefield to see if she was okay. Outside, he could see that Ciryke too had suddenly been trapped in a prison identical to his own. “Ciryke!” Bart shouted, pounding on the forcefield with his fists, but he wasn’t even able to crack it. He whipped around as he heard the sound of amused laughter echo around the room. 

“Oh, man! That one never gets old!” Bart recognized the rolling scottish accent of Evan McCulloch. Mirror Master. He looked around wildly for the owner of the voice. 

“Wish I could say the same thing about you, McCulloch.” Bart said acidly, “You and the rest of the rogues are going to pay for what you’ve done!” He growled, banging on the walls of his bubble again. “Now let us out of these stupid things before I kick your lousy butt all the way to Iron Heights!” 

Mirror Master finally made his presence known, flickering out of the shadows to Bart’s right like a mirage in a desert storm and striding casually past him without even turning to look at the speedster. “You’re not in any place to be makin’ threats, laddie.” He jeered, heading towards Ciryke’s bubble in the center of the room. Bart grit his teeth and tried ramming his shoulder into the forcefield wall, but to no avail. “Get away from her!” He shouted, watching as McCulloch neared Ciryke’s bubble. But the villain merely passed right by her, instead reaching down to grab something off the floor. It was the briefcase that Bart had brought with him to pay the ransom for Ciryke. 

“Relax, boyo, I’m just here to collect my part of the bargain.” McCulloch replied easily, flicking the clasps on the case and looking inside. 

“Bargain? What bargain?” Bart barked, but the rogue didn’t seem to hear him. He only chuckled greedily and shut the briefcase again, turning toward the door as if to leave. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, kid!” He said cheerily, offering a little wave before he disappeared again into the dark. Bart was flabbergasted. And angry. Mostly angry.

“HEY! COME BACK HERE!!” Bart shouted, hitting the walls of the forcefield again with everything he had. When he got out of this thing, he was going to free Ciryke then find McCulloch and send him on the fastest one-way trip to prison that he’d ever experienced.

“Oh, shut up already.” A new voice sneered from somewhere above his bubble. Bart paused his relentless attack on the forcefield and looked up toward the ceiling. A pale-skinned boy was floating lazily among the roof beams, looking down at Bart and Ciryke with an expression of bored contempt. “He wasn’t talking to you anyway. He was talking to me.” He sighed, as if explaining this at all was beneath him. A cat meowed disagreeably from where it sat on a beam nearby, flicking its tail and surveying the scene with glowing red eyes. “You’re right, Teekl. They aren’t very bright.” The boy snickered to the cat, reaching out to scratch behind one of its ears. 

[rakyatleader-archive-blog]

Ciryke had been out in the jungle again, wandering around and chasing after her tiger cub when he went after a small rodent to eat. During her hours of wandering she had stumbled across a temple, the child have never seen one in real life and was easily drawn in by curiosity

Citra is beyond surprised when one of her warriors inform her of a child wandering around outside the temple. She immediately goes to investigate, opening the door and stepping out in time to see the child approaching. Citra looks around, troubled to see that the child appears to be by herself, then steps slowly towards her, stopping just a little away from her, hoping to not frighten her. “Hey there, little one,” she says. “What are you doing out here?”