ᴛᴏ ꜰɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʜ

mercury black / cast by moth.

[hermaes-blog]

                    and if the skies are lined with blood i will still be standing, father.                                             ( credit )

[hermaes-blog]

exhales im back to hermaes my og my brand !

[hermaes-blog]

slams hands on table

cant think of a good url i like qlight and qleed with a q for a b but like. unsure.

[liabilitybpd]

[hermaes-blog]

me: looks at my url / theme / icons

me: .... time to change.

[onodrim-photographie]

Onodrim Photography • onodrim.fr

[hermaes-blog]

`why are metals the least trustworthy materials? 'cause they're always /steelin' — ` FINGER GUNS.

       a  pause  ,  perturbed  lashes  lay  grace  to  ivory  cheeks  harbouring  countless  tawny  freckles  prickling  to  flesh  akin  to  constellations  ;  ah  ,  alas  ,  he  vows  to  humour  her  allowing  a  snort  to  huff  through  nostrils  .    `  you’re  not  as  boring  as  you  seem  ,  blondie  .  `

[hermaes-blog]

exhales slowly ive been so distant im sorry

might have a url change while im at it.

[hermaes-blog]

sorry guys ! i forgot to tag something with blood in it hopefully i didnt trigger anyone !

[ofmymuses]

1/16 villain archetypes: THE OUTCAST.

“ i thought i wanted to belong somewhere. to be accepted. but TO HELL with you all. i have no desire to fit in anymore. ”

[hermaes-blog]

me: wants to be hugged and held, is totally touch starved and needs to be cuddled

also me: allows only a very limited number of people to touch me at all, let alone in a slightly intimate way. barely ever allows myself to show emotional weakness around people. gets anxious when someone hugs me for too long.

[ceresiae-archived-blog]

Cont. from x

Cheeks are stained rouge with chagrin upon his usage of ‘entertain’ and the closeness of proximity now between the two. 

“ Wh- h-hey would you quit that!? I’m being serious here. He hasn’t sent word on whatever task he’s on and it’s been a week now! From the sound of things YOU seem to know where… tell me. ”

Cerise attempts to bite at the thumb pressed to her lip, staring upward at the towering male with frustration and embarrassment. He was so cruel to her, more so than Roman honestly, though they both equaled out when it came to being childish.

[hermaes-blog]

   `  and  what  a  damn  shame  that  is  .  `  voice  lays  monotonous  ,  tone  vague  enough  as  it  was  as  smirk  grows  forth  of  bloomed  lips  .  he  finds  entertainment  within  her  fear  ,  suffering  gains  joy  /  as  roses  bloom  from  his  eyes  .  perhaps  she  could  serve  as  entertainment  truly  ,  entirely  dependant  as  he  pressed  his  hand  to  the  wall  directly  behind  her  allowing  ebon  eye  the  glory  of  her  entire  face  .  with  thumb  still  ghosting  unto  her  lower  lips  ,  he  marvels  to  her  visage  before  speaking  .    `   --    do  i  really  know  ?  maybe  i’ve  forgotten  .  `

[wl-moved]

❛   OH !    I - I’M SORRY   ❜    how novel  :   a princess in a quaint disguise ,   a simple hood ,   who runs from her father’s knights   &.   collides into a stranger .    pale jade peer up ,   wholly apologetic ,   but she hears their footsteps near   /   their voices grow louder  ;   she cannot risk staying in one place for too long    ❛   i …   um …    e - excuse me   ❜    //   @wingheel

[hermaes-blog]

     though  another  quelled  ‘neath  the  fire  of  his  appearance  ,  he  sought  iron  in  the  sense  of  vowing  ivory  hands  to  aid  her  in  standing  .  perhaps  he  should  listen  to  warning  words  of  emerald’s  lips  ,  do  not  draw  attention  to  oneself  within  the  confides  of  the  city  .  ah  ,  and  yet  it  pained  him  to  force  saccharine  smile  from  wolven  lip  .   `  --  you  okay  ?  `

[saecris]

@wingheel / random starter for you.

far be it from him to commentate on stranger affairs, ordinarily. a curious lilt of voice, a sceptic head cant, then a shift of loose ebon strands. ‶ ill — advised. ‶

[hermaes-blog]

     `  --  funny  ,  don’t  remember  asking  for  your  opinion  .  `   words  meld  from  ivory  teeth  ,  tongue  burns  ‘neath  embers  as  he  turns  /  head  cants  towards  the  other  with  hint  of  mischief  burning  within  ebon  eye  .

[gcrdens-a]

@wingheel

            crimson irises remained focused on the destructive world outside thick - paned windows. each time a grimm clawed its way from a bloody pool, emerald found herself less &. less capable of looking away — both mesmerized &. disgusted by the process. a street rat like herself didn’t belong in a place like this ; surrounded by doctors, murderers &. whatever the fuck kind of goddess salem claimed to be. she’d wanted freedom, for the most part, &. sold it all the way for the promise of a good meal. upon the snake realizing she was no longer alone, emerald turned &. bared sharp canines until seeing who the intruder was.  ‘  did you need something ?  ‘ 

[hermaes-blog]

    `   did  i  need  something  ?  maybe  .  `  words  digress  to  his  lips  ,  peach  in  tone  herald  to  sunset  burning  ‘neath  his  chest  plate  /  hands  well  to  either  side  of  his  head  as  he  moves  the  barrels  of  his  feet  against  the  table  .    sovereign  came  locks  of  hazed  smoke  ,  clouding  his  vision  /  ebon  marking  against  soft  grey  as  he  gave  a  low  exhalation  baring  sight  ‘pon  her  bodice  .    perhaps  through  enticing  boredom  he  could  have  enticed  another  within  svelte  words  ,  marble  passing  through  ivory  teeth  as  they  mar unto  his  lower  lip  with  a  wry  grin  .  `   ...  bored  ,  in  truth  .  `

[andywarhoel]

What didn’t kill me gave me an immense amount of trauma

[hermaes-blog]

' i thought you were different. ' naivety tasted bitter on little red's tongue while lustrous eyes squinted in mercury's direction. ruby refused to get any closer --- even with her scythe resting casually at her side, she wasn't sure she could win if a fight were to occur. ' i thought we could be friends. '

     `  friends  .  huh  .   `  he  is  not  tentative  within  his  motions  ,  taking  sweet  step  forwards  one  by  one  /  feet  moving  in  militant  form  ,  eyes  never  once  leaving  her  own  .  ebon  marks  silver  as  predator  marks  prey  ,  the  wolf  stalking  a  sweet  deer  within  the  confides  of  the  forest  as  a  sneer  envelopes  his  lips  .  `   we’re  not  friends  ?  you  wound  me  .  `  laughter  quells  to  his  throat  ,  head  cants  backwards  as  lilt  of  his  tone  evokes  further  grin  as  head  tilts  to  the  side  .