[knightbleed]

i’ve decided to remake and archive this blog. also i will be changing my url as well but so if we have any threads together they’ll be moved over there. anyways if you wanna remain mutuals like this post and i’ll give you the url

[knightbleed]

i’ve decided to remake and archive this blog. also i will be changing my url as well but so if we have any threads together they’ll be moved over there. anyways if you wanna remain mutuals like this post and i’ll give you the url

[knightbleed]

i’ve decided to remake and archive this blog. also i will be changing my url as well but so if we have any threads together they’ll be moved over there. anyways if you wanna remain mutuals like this post and i’ll give you the url

[knightbleed]

i’ve decided to remake and archive this blog. also i will be changing my url as well but so if we have any threads together they’ll be moved over there. anyways if you wanna remain mutuals like this post and i’ll give you the url

[knightbleed]

i’ve decided to remake and archive this blog. also i will be changing my url as well but so if we have any threads together they’ll be moved over there. anyways if you wanna remain mutuals like this post and i’ll give you the url

[untame]

What about him? Everybody’s best friend.

[knightbleed]

yivohn‌:

“ —- do you think i’m a liar, fae? ”  she queried, relaxing her own grip in response to his, unwanting to take advantage. it seemed to be an odd question, given she was clad in guild armor, sneaking in the night and pilfering stolen goods. still, it didn’t mean she was lying. 

in that moment, valvossa sighed. with that, she relented her grip, letting go completely so that the mace was in his hands. she’d prefer the worst to be a failed mission– not bloodshed, or the loss of a potential friend. she lifted her hands up in a gesture of surrender. 

“ look, i understand your misgivings. ”  hands dropped. she was preparing to run, just in case. she wanted to trust faelmon, but she had to be careful. “ but i swear to you i speak the truth. ”

Brows lift in surprise at her willingly letting go of the precious weapon, here he thought he would have to tighten his grip again in case she tried to snatch it from him, but it wasn’t so. Though there’s still mistrust for her stirring within his being. 

The altmer places the mace down but not too far from him, before folding his arms over his chest, then comes a sharp, exhale of air from his nostrils. ❝ Can you at least show me proof you’re not lying? A receipt, a letter, anything? ❞ there’s a part of him that wants to believe her, a part of him that wants them to remain friends, even if she was a thief.

[knightbleed]

I’d figure I’d give it a go at making some edits of Faelmon between stage 3 and 4 of hunger.

writing partners may reblog.

[fightersuggestion]

i’ll paint the walls and the streets with your blood

[knightbleed]

yivohn‌:

“ because– ”  she grunted, pulling back against the strain of his own grip. “ –this doesn’t belong to them. ” not everyone in solitude was so innocent. gods knew she found that out the hard way in the form of a duo of swindling argonian siblings.    “ i’m just stealing it back so i can return it– ” another pull. “ –to it’s rightful owner! ”

Brows lift, and his grip softens but not still enough for the item to be ripped away so easily. He wanted to ask her, why not go to the guards, but then quickly remembers the guards are a bunch of bumbling buffoons complaining about their duties with little care of dealing with thieves. ❝ How do I know you’re not lying? ❞ his asks,  ❝ How do I know you’re only telling me this so I may let you get away? ❞ 

[knightbleed]

let fae kiss your throat

[mrchandlerbings]

[knightbleed]

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

tagged by: stole from @dulein​

tagging: steal it from me

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.   bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒.   house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla-scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈.   femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.   mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎. confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎.   pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized, scrunchies, neat notes, love going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀.   soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎.   cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.   always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍. cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.  loves to paint & do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒.   old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably (definitely) did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

[mtchstck-a]

leans in real close so that my lips touch the mic: everyone here is bringing something new and unique and beautiful to the rpc and making it (and i cannot stress this enough) a little bit brighter and better. your take on media, art, and writing itself is so important and valuable and you should keep contributing if it makes you happy.

[knightbleed]

yivohn‌:

𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳, his strength easily dragging her towards him– there was no usual daedric armor to wear her down, rather the light leathers of the guild strapped across her body– one that was getting too close to his for comfort.

eyes narrowed, and she wrenched the orante mace (the item she’d been sent to steal) back, this time dragging him– even with the armor. it betrayed her strength with ease, though whether it was supernatural or not would go unknown, even to him. her blood was, at best, enigmatic and ancient, its scent unlike that of a vampire or a werewolf.

“ i’m sorry, fae, but we all do what we must.”   yet, her sword was still strapped to her hip; betrayed he might have felt, she didn’t want this to end in a fight. judging by the sheer anger in his eyes, though, she was beginning to have second thoughts, if only for her own safety.    “ would you believe me if i told you i was doing the right thing? ”

He’s got surprised by her sheer strength, one does not pull an elven warrior dressed in heavy armor as easily as she did. Still, it’s not enough to let her go. He’ll have to lose an arm for him to release his grip. The feeling of betrayal still festers within him. ❝ The right thing? ❞ the audacity, ❝ When has thievery ever been the right thing to do? ❞ He says with clenched teeth. ❝ Because I would love to hear it. ❞ there’s a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.

[knightbleed]

I have a nearly 20 hour work week next week so I probably won’t be on much after the weekend.

[knightbleed]

@yivohn​ - ❛❛ This is a game you cannot hope to win! ❜❜ 

The feeling of betrayal fills his being, he thought the dunmer was a friend but it was clear she was a foe, a damn thief. He’s quick to grab hold onto the item she was attempting to covet for herself, ❝ Is that so? ❞ he violently pulls the item towards him, along with her with it. A hiss escapes him as crimson eyes stare with rage into those of the thief. ❝ I think you are sadly mistaken, Valvossa. ❞