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ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵈᶦˢᶜʳᶦᵐᶦᶰᵃᵗᵉ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦᶰᶰᵉʳˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᶰᵗˢ﹔ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ⋅ ᴬᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᶰʸʷᵃʸ﹕ ʷᵉ ʳᶦˢᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᶠᵃᶫᶫ, ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ, ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ⋅ ᴬᶰᵈ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗᶦᶫᶫ ᵃᶫᶦᵛᵉ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᶫᵒᵛᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵈᶦᵉᵈ // i’m willing to wait for it
ind. private Percy de Rolo || run by Rion
ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵈᶦˢᶜʳᶦᵐᶦᶰᵃᵗᵉ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦᶰᶰᵉʳˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᶰᵗˢ﹔ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ⋅ ᴬᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᶰʸʷᵃʸ﹕ ʷᵉ ʳᶦˢᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᶠᵃᶫᶫ, ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ, ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ⋅ ᴬᶰᵈ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗᶦᶫᶫ ᵃᶫᶦᵛᵉ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᶫᵒᵛᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵈᶦᵉᵈ // i’m willing to wait for it
ind. private Percy de Rolo || run by Rion
I'm not having a tone of luck over here with threads (on any of my da blogs tbh) so for the foreseeable future I'll probably be over on Percy BUT he's a dnd character and I'm more than willing to do crossovers if anyone is interested in a quietly sarcastic gunslinger
Hey everyone! It’s my first giveaway, how exciting! A couple weeks ago I passed my first milestone of 100 followers on this new blog and now that I’ve completed some new work for this blog, I’m doing the giveaway like I said! :)
I just appreciate everyone who has liked, reblogged, and commented on my work. I read your tags and they give me life. Thank you so much!
Rules:
You must be following me although new followers are welcome and it’d be nice if you stuck around after.
No giveaway blogs.
Likes and reblogs count.
You can reblog as much as you like but don’t spam your followers. :)
I can draw any OC/Fave and please have references available!
Winners will be selected randomly.
I will be messaging the winners and if I don’t get a response within 48 hours, I will select a new winner. Please have your ask box open.
Giveaway ends August 30, 2017.
She approaches from behind and covers Krem's eyes with her hands. Leaning forward with a grin, she whispers in his ear. "I missed you..."
Sudden darkness is usually enough to have him reaching for a weapon, but he knows her -- there’s a familiarity to the hands that cover his eyes, to the smell of her, and the voice in his ear. “ did you, “ he jokes, lips quirked up at the corners. “ i missed you too. when did you get back? “
I’m going to be opening commissions up this weekend just so y'all know
|| nakoma
Nakoma, for perhaps the first time since their first encounter, smiled at him. It was small, but still very much a smile. A small smile that hid an even greater feeling of happiness on the inside.Small, soft, so fragile that it might break if I hold it wrong. Precious little thing, I want to protect it. It’s so cute– He liked her! She was glad.
“Dream walking.” she replied. “You weren’t asleep, but I could still reach you. That’s how I knew. It wouldn’t have worked if you weren’t sleepy enough.”
“ do you check up on me often? “ he’s almost embarrassed -- he hadn’t realized that he was so tired, until she had commented on it. no, that’s wrong -- he knew he was tired, but he wasn’t aware that anyone else knew. still, he’s not upset -- the opposite, actually. it was rather nice, knowing that someone cared so much about him. pressing his cheek into the fur of the rabbit, he smiled, too content to be worried about what else she might see.
im so tempted to bring back my stiles blog but im very far behind
your fave is problematic: cremisius aclassi
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|| melwyn.
“Why didn’t I think of that..? That would have been awesome. Could have.. Shown you off to the entire court.. Yeah.”
It took a tremendous amount of willpower to not drink the entire drink straight from the bottle. Not to mention, given her current position and her considerable lack of sobriety, that undoubtedly would have made quite a mess. Instead, she managed to, albeit clumsily, pour herself a generous glass.
The kiss seemed to subdue her, at least for the time being. In order to avoid spilling alcohol on the both of them, she forced herself to sit upright.
“I’ll.. Deal with it after the.. Later. I’ll deal with it later. Right now I just needed something to keep me from killing a man. Don’t tell Adren about this please.. He’d go ballistic.”
“ not sure that would’ve gone over well, your worship. “ his voice takes on a teasing lilt towards the end, and he can’t help but smile, despite the concern the has fogged over his eyes -- she’s adorable, even when drunk and stressed out. he loves her. “ i won’t say anything to him -- he doesn’t like talking to me, anyway. but, will you talk to me? about what happened? you don’t have to now, but -- later, when you’re not so drunk, will you talk about what made it so bad? “ he has no doubt that it was bad, but he can’t help but worry over her; something has pushed her to drinking in excess, after all.
Nakoma just. Presses the snout of her stuffed nug against Krem's cheek. Why? Because Scout Honeysnuffle deserves to participate in National Kissing day too. @couldntbcloved
she’s just too cute, sometimes he can’t handle it. krem hadn’t expected the stuffed nug he’d made her to be so adored, but it’s rare he sees her without it, and it makes him smile -- as did the kiss. soft laughter breaks free, and he fights to keep his expression solemn as he turns and delivers a very gentle kiss to the snout of the creature. “ thank you, scout honeysnuffle. “
|| @couldntbcloved
*Melwyn wraps her arms around Krem from behind, resting her cheek against the crook of his neck before placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder*
there’s something nice about being able to relax without needing his armor -- he doesn’t get to often, and in truth, it’s not often that he feels comfortable without it. being around melwyn is different, however, and when her arms slip around his waist, he gives a content sigh and leans into the embrace, dark eyes slipping shut at the soft affection. he loves her -- there’s something reassuring in the knowledge, and he doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words, choosing instead to cover her hands with her own.
Cole left the new undervest in Krem's tent. This one wouldn't pinch so much on the sides,or bunch up at the bottom and would breathe a bit better than the one he had now. Good, strong, sturdy. He also left the pattern there for the Charger as well. Then the spirit was gone, made sure to be before the Chargers finished their drills. (P.S. Hang in there! -snug- depression isn't easy!)
he’s not sure where it came from; it certainly hadn’t been there when he and the chargers began their drills, but there it is, waiting on his bedroll, when he dragged himself back to his tent, a soft new binding vest on top of what looks like the pattern to make more when needed. peeling his gloves off, krem picked up the item, rubbing his thumb against the fabric with a confused, but happy, smile. how did someone find out that his old one was beginning to irritate him?|| i’m going to cry, thank you for this, and for the well wishes.
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so I guess I’m just going to ask y'all to be patient with me right now? I’m not in a good place™ and have lost my interest and motivation for everything, including writing. I also had to have an emergency doctor’s appointment on Thursday after breathing in mold on Monday, and had blood work and chest x-rays which ended with me being put on about $100 worth of medication(that I can’t afford) for, as far as we know, forever. I’ll be seeing a pulmonologist frequently once more, and might even have to go back to using a breathing machine regularly, as multiple infections and the presence of mold and dust in my lungs have essentially killed any strengthening we’ve seen since I was in high school. For now I’m living off a rescue inhaler and no small amount of spite, but it’s exhausting, and i just don’t have the energy to spare at this point. I’ll be back, and I’m always available to write on discord if anyone is interested, but for now I’m pretty much mobile bound.
|| lavra.
It took every ounce of Lavra’s willpower not to freeze up. This was definitely a first- she’s never felt so nervous about.. Anything before. Not since her first time on the battlefield at least, though she was no older than eighteen then. Despite her nerves, however, she masked any sort of trepidation with a broad smile.
‘Be cool,’ she thought to herself. ‘Just talk to him like you would any other soldier.’
Except he wasn’t just any other soldier. He was a Charger. One of The Iron Bull’s men. To say that she admired him would be a gross understatement.
“Ah– Sorry, I.. I got a little excited.” she cleared her throat, still smiling. “I’m Lavra. Lavra.. Lavellan. You’re, uh.. Y’know.. With my sister? At least, that’s what she told me.”
Nailed it.
sister? oh. oh. it takes a moment for her words to sink in, his lips parted in silent exclamation -- melwyn’s sister. that’s where the familiarity came from; she’s not someone he’s seen on a battlefield, but rather the sister of his love. well that makes more sense, and after an awkward moment -- her excitement still startles him, to say the least -- he’s grinning back at her, lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “ right, that makes sense. lavra -- it’s nice to meet you! does melwyn know that you’re here? “ he hadn’t heard anything beyond the distinct possibility that they might visit -- but nothing certain. not to mention “ ---- wait, she told you about me? “
|| nakoma.
“She found me while I was sleeping. You’re tired, so I thought you might like something soft.”
Nakoma spends a good amount of time observing people. She’s quiet because she listens, paying close attention to people and their reactions. From what she’s gathered, people seem to enjoy the company of small, soft animals. She did, too. So it only made sense for her to want to share something that made other people happy.
“She likes you.”
the rabbit is very soft -- he can feel it’s heartbeat against his fingers, a steady, fast beat of a tiny drum, making him hyper aware of how fragile the creature he holds is. still, it’s sweet, a tiny little ball of fluff, and carefully, krem holds it to his chest, smiling warmly at nakoma. “ she’s very sweet. thank you, nakoma. how did you know that i’m tired? “
