thy kingdom come.

𝖆 𝕶𝕮𝕯 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊.

[chivalrik]

#𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖐 a low activity, low maintenance writing blog 𝙛𝙩. characters from warhorse studios' kingdom come: deliverance.

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𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘. pirkstein / drahnovice / vranik, putrefacerem / spoilsovwar, lenzimanot, vigilant-cleric

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑. joyousdefunct (oc multi). i. this is a laidback, scattered activity writing blog intended for those 21+ / 25+ preferred. i make every effort to respond to things but can't promise consistent presence or ooc communication. ii. send prompts! they have no expiration date. iii. in an effort to keep my 'likes' tab semi-organized, i tend to 'unlike' posts after a certain amount of time has passed. this is not a reflection of my personal feelings on the post itself. iv. re: muses with 'canon' / end-game ships: i do not auto-ship nor will i jump into a storyline with assumptions unless previously discussed or given the okay. i value and welcome all dynamics. v. discord is available to mutuals. credit. psd. promo. carrd.

[repmet]

*patpat*

[sarharmonics]

Left at the graveyard, I’m driving past ghosts. Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close.

[arutai]

Daria Sidorchuk by Marta Syrko

[renegon]

Hal in the Mysteria Ecclesiae DLC 

[bloodfeudsart]

𝕾aviour 𖥔 𝕾urvivor

[meanbossart]

Harvest past, summer’s end If we still are not saved, was I not sufficiently ashamed? Neither did I blush, save to speak your name?

[thingsfromthedirt]

[eltonjohndenver]

medieval girlblogger looking at an illumination of a young martyr: ugh she shouldst be in the tavern

[pinacoladamatata]

"I'm glad you still have some of that boy from Skalitz in you"

[chivalrik]

what body part are you?

the brain. to say you have a tendency to overthink things would be an understatement of the century. it’s the only way you can function. spending more time with your thoughts than others because they simply don’t understand. how can you make them understand? the answer is, you can’t. some people are beyond logic and reason, but that doesn’t mean they are lost. you are the one who is more lost than they are, hemming and hawing over all the choices that you don’t need to. to tell you to ignore it, though, and to trust your instincts would be nothing short of a waste. stay with your thoughts, but it will not give you peace of mind.

tagged by. @drahnovice 🖤

theresa got lungs:

breathe in. the ability to breathe is almost completely reflexive, and like most things, it comes to you naturally, with little effort or meaning. many of the diseases that affect the lungs are hereditary, is there some unknown family trauma there? something someone wasn’t telling you? if we only inhale, we die. if we only exhale, we die. we need both. you have mastered that tactful dance, at least, until something unexpected comes knocking. something that steals your breath away, that pries your oh so precious air from your lungs and leaves you cold, winded and alone. a collapsed lung cannot kill you, but it aches more than broken bone, it’s sticky and bloody and cloying. you can recover though. you always have. breathe out.

[drahnovice]

ㅤRE: HENRY CATCHES ERIK IN A LIE. ㅤCC: @chivalrik.

NOT OFTEN IS ERIK'S RENDERED EMBARRASSED, idling in Henry's bedroom in Pribyslavtiz with a face flushed with, well, embarrassment and mortification, surely, but with shame, as well, self-conscious and all too self-aware of the image that's been painted: the picture of a man fleeing. For once is the soldier his own age, twenty-three and horrifically awkward whilst Henry, tousled from sleep, stares from the pillows. "I'm not leaving," Erik says, and it's a falsehood Henry sees through and ripostes with an accusation — "Make it worse" — that causes Erik to bristle.

Bristle angrily, however, Erik does not. Defensive, perhaps, and embarrassed, but not angry. ( Well, not too angry. ) Wordlessly, he exits the bedroom, and it is not wordlessly that he returns with — a plate of sweet pancakes; with a face ridiculously red, now, too. "I'm still m – macerating the blackberries, you little bastard."

[chivalrik]

in the time it took for erik to leave the bedroom and return, henry had risen from the small, dented pocket his elbow had made in the mattress to sit, slightly wilted from the early hour but otherwise no worse for wear. even the rabbit in his heart seemed to have slowed to a curious hop, ears pricked— mutt’s as well, if the pitched whine beyond the window shutters was anything to go by.

“breakfast in bed, is it?”

it’s that stutter that melts him through and with it, the notion to jest. deflect the intimacy of the moment with one of his little bastard jokes. instead, henry pats the space next to him and scoots over.

“enough for two? you’ll join me, surely.”

[medievaljournalist]

lot of people dont realize this but when theres a battle you can get all kinds of free shit from all the #deadbodies

[kabuffr]

A pretty flower by name Klara

And yes, in kcd2 I have only two options)

[lenzimanot]

@chivalrik

[stiwfssr]

[kathrenax]

[chivalrik]

drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

returning this x1000