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brazenlass:

“Sure it was magic.” She straightened at the same time he did, squinting at him dubiously with her hands set on her hips. “So how do you hurt people, Griffith?” Was she daring him? Maybe.

“with my fists, like a normal person. though i do try not to, you know.” he glared at her. he was arguing with a child. a child. get it together, rhee. “magic is usually a last resort, or something to show off with, to scare people. or amaze them, depending.”

#brazenlass #( threads. )#this is so funny im dead

xmusiisms:

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❛ i don’t always use magic, i don’t always need to. ❜

“i hardly use mine at all, if i’m honest. the need to do so isn’t as compelling as it was when i was younger.”

#xmusiisms #( threads. )

"i love you, grif."

“i love you too, dove. always have.”

#julesxobyrne

brazenlass:

“You were gonna fry me, you ass! An’ I wanted to see if I could. Fat lotta good your magic does if you need all that wind-up.” She squatted slightly, tilting her head to look at him at his level. “So what was that really?”

“oh, for heaven’s sake, i wasn’t going to fry you.” he straightened up, hand pressed to his ribs, and shook his head. “that was called showing off, that’s not actually how i hurt people.” grif muttered. “i told you, it was magic.”

#brazenlass #( threads. )

brazenlass:

“Holy crap!” She’d said something similar, but it bore repeating. She wasn’t sure if she believed in magic, but something had just fried that wall. (Maybe it was a super weapon. That he’d threatened her with.)

Nicole balled up a fist and made a motion to punch him, straight in the gut.

he doubled over as the punch landed just below his ribcage, a small oof sound escaping him as a rush of air left his lungs. hands on his knees, grif fought to catch his breath and looked up at her. “what on earth is wrong with you?”

#brazenlass #( threads. )

"have you ever tried to use your magic through your dick?"

“juliette, what kind of a question is that?” he laughed anyways. “no, i haven’t, goodness knows what would happen if i did.”

brazenlass:

“Holy fuck what was that! You just kamehamehaad the fuck out that wall! What the fuck! That is not what I would call a fair fucking fight. How the in the fuck did you do that?”

grif brightened and turned back to her. “magic.” he beamed and straightened out his vest. it had been a very long time since he’d had any reason to use said magic, and the thrum of it in his veins was a feeling he’d missed. “my name is griffith rhee, by the way.”

#brazenlass #KAMEHAMEHA #IM SCREAMING #( threads. )

Describe Your OC

1: their voice

2: their smile

3: their greatest achievement

4: their insecurities

5: their shortcomings

6: how they deal with grief

7: how they like to dress

8: what they like to eat

9: their theme

10: their fashion sense

11: their family life

12: their romantic life

13: their embarrassing memory from years ago

14: how they react to burning their tongue on food

15: how they react to a brainfreeze

16: their dreams

17: their ambitions

18: how they sleep

19: their reaction to betrayal

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

21: how they react to pain

22: what they're like on two hours of sleep

23: how they act when they're sick

24: what motivates them

25: why you enjoy them

#( memes. )

brazenlass:

well that was… confusing? it sounded like he was challenging her, but all she saw was a light show. a very pretty light show? “… why not?”

her lack of reaction almost disappointed him. he sighed, and his fingers began to move at a blinding pace, weaving a ball of light in front of him. grif flicked his wrist and it began to spin, before he turned and hurled it towards the wall. it left a scorch mark and a hole in it’s wake.

#brazenlass #( threads. )#nicole pls do it hes a huge wimp

brazenlass:

“that’s right, it was. and i won. and i ain’t afraid to do it again, so don’t you ‘what a temper’ me!” she was still wound up, the heat of the fight thrumming through her veins. not thinking too clearly, to be wholly honest.

“young lady, i don’t think that’s a wise decision.” grif held his hand up in front of him, and blue sparks began to rise from his fingertips, weaving elegant patterns in the air. of course, he’d never hurt her, not unless he had to, but it was nice to have the intimidation factor.

#brazenlass #( threads. )

like for a starter from my pure bean~

#( out of textbooks. )#( open. )#indie rp #marvel rp #skulduggery pleasant rp

brazenlass:

“Well you’re lookin’ at me like I lost. It was a fair fucking fight, okay, there’s gonna be some give and take. Not like in the movies where you win by being fucking invulnerable ‘n all that shit. Okay?! So you don’t need to be concerned, an’ you’re fucking welcome!”

griffith looked slightly alarmed, almost afraid. “good heavens, what a temper. forgive me, i wasn’t doubting your credibility as a fighter.” he’d certainly been in his fair share throughout his hundred years. “i’m sure it was indeed a fair fight.”

#brazenlass #( threads. )#griffith rhee: scared of teenage girl

brazenlass:

“I didn’t lose! God, why is that always the assumption? Just cuz I got a few extra bruises doesn’t mean I’m going around getting beat on like I can’t even fucking fight!”