Happy To see me?

Eh, Benda was very annoyed tonight. Usually, her targets were easy to take out, but this one.. kind of put up a fight. Better said, he ran.

And then took someone hostage.

Really?

“Ah come on buddy, isn’t it easier to just give up? No matter if you kill him or not, I’ll get you sooner or later~”

The mercenary chuckled, taking a step forward.

“Or should I test my aim instead? Come on, why not make this easier for both you and me?”

The man keeps his grip tight, actually tightens it a bit which forces the remaining air from Ramsay’s throat. The knife is pressed tighter into the skin, drawing a little bit of blood.

The balls on both of these idiots! 

Ramsay, without even thinking, elbows his attacker hard in the stomach and takes the opening he created to grab him by the shoulder and flip him onto his back. The assailant would quickly find a whip-blade at his throat and the thug above him with sharp pearly whites.

The night was warm with a gentle cooling wind that brought the promising scent of baked pie. Ramsay had decided to leave the hideout due to a fight that broke out between him and one of his men. It was heated and it escalated quickly and neither side was willing to back down and say they were wrong. So, to cool off, Ramsay took a walk.

And what a walk it ended up being.

Had he known that he was going to become a meat shield for some coward, Ramsay would have stayed indoors and gone to his room. He was just walking! Then he suddenly found an arm around his throat, tugging him down with a knife pressed to the skin. His blood ran cold and even more so when he hears the assaulter speak.

The word they’re looking for is transition fhdujg but using “real woman” is not the best thing to say anon sweetie. Trans men are men and by no means women but they can still have feminine traits and appearances.

I don’t think that’s what they were implying.

That’s a tough question tbh

I’d like to imagine that because Ramsay is in a world of magic, he could transition fully, but at the same time, I want something to show that he has gone through the transformation so that people know that my Ramsay is trans.

I’ve often toyed with the idea that the tattoos could be a mark of someone’s transition but I wasn’t so sure.

It looked like Ramsay’s luck wasn’t improving despite the successful break-in; because he was in someone else’s territory.

The infamous outlaw Gasback, to be precise, and his men.

““Well well well, whadda we got here, boys? Looks like we got some competition here.”

…And one very, VERY bored priest.

Now, Ramsay had been expecting someone to show up, but not this quickly. He whips around and raises an eyebrow at the stranger. He was pretty big, but Ramsay had seen bigger.

Now I’m 800 points away because i keep getting teamed with people who throw...

i just got out of a game w/ someone who went torb and did nothing. Absolutely nothing

“The Animus Station. Jeez, didn’t you hear the announcer?” She paused, thinking. Did this guy ever say where he was going? Beckett wasn’t able to recall. “This is your intended stop, right?” 

Arkaley was a relatively popular town, known for its architecture, gangs, and historic shrine to the Guardian of Aurion. According to the brochure, many tourists come here to pray for blessings of good fortune. Being that that had to be a huge sham, that wasn’t why Beckett came here. 

She came here for its museum. 

Based upon what she’s heard and read, it was loaded with a variety of artifacts of all shapes and sizes. Of course, there was one in particular that her contractor was after: a pendant that was said to have originated in the Rift. While Beckett hated being within a close proximity of Rift-touched things, the pay was too good to turn down. Besides, her contractor did give her permission to nab whatever she wanted.

However, before she could do anything, the rocketeer needed a place to stay. If she didn’t have a more private place to prep, it would make things more difficult for her.

“Where would an inn be…” she murmured, rubbing her chin.

“Eh, whether it is or isn’t doesn’t matter nor is it any of your business.” And in fact, this wasn’t his stop, he wasn’t supposed to be going anywhere today but got dragged into following Beckett out of curiosity. Perhaps, while he was here, he could relax a bit? It seemed safe, there wasn’t a poster with his face on it anywhere which was a little upsetting but he could get over it.

kingofskycitykingofskycity said: tbh that’s the same issue I have. I was too afraid to play characters I was good at so I played healers- specifically Mercy. Now my main is Mercy and i’m made fun of constantly because of it and it honestly sucks

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They always make fun of mercy mains and then force people to go Mercy so they can continue playing and adding more hours to their already 3457626 hrs on a DPS

I had someone claim I couldn’t aim because I played mostly mercy but our next game they were on the opposing team so I went McCree and our team won. I asked them if I still couldn’t aim but like- it didn’t seem to matter how well I did on McCree or ANY hero that needed aim to be good, because I played Mercy I was apparently trash at the game.

joke around with a ship and say  ___ x ___ and then realize...

He should have figured this day would come. The day the village would try to rise against his gang and toss him and his men out. He had originally thought this fight would be easy since he and his men were trained in fighting dirty, but these villagers... They were prepared for that. They also fought just as nasty if not worse than he and his people. But that didn’t matter, he was winning.

There stood the target amongst all the conflict, the ‘mayor’ of the village. Ramsay snorts and runs his way towards them, shouldering people out of the way until he launches himself at the fat man and they tumble in the dirt a few feet away. They struggle with each other for a few moments but the orange-clad thug manages to wrap the string of the whip blade around the man’s neck, pulling tightly. The man calls out with a strangled cry for people to stop. Silence falls.

Ramsay has had the worst luck when it came to these stupid heists, he never found anything good or anything worth anything in these damn places. Well... that wasn’t entirely true. He finds a lot of food and containers of water which is always a plus for his gang! But he still felt sub-par. What kind of gang was his if all they could take was food and water? Of course, the village he was in didn’t seem to care; they were just happy they got extra rations.

It was still embarrassing. But no longer. Thanks to the words of a newer recruit they had managed to hit the jackpot. The queen of riches- at least that’s what it looked like. Through careful planning and stealth, Ramsay and his men managed to get to the room of the treasure and gods was it beautiful. Ramsay giggled with glee, looking around like an excited child in a candy shop.