she saved herself.

Eira. Half elf. Swashbuckler. Street rat. (Sideblog to lieutenantbae.)

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BEST OF WOLFPUPY

[melisica]

[chinuplittlepup]

[oksanelle]

[greelin]

good responses to getting stabbed with a sword

wtf

that’s fair

not again

are you gonna want this back or can i keep it

[gallagherista]

[incorrect-deathnotequotes]

My father didn’t raise me to be a quitter. In fact, my father didn’t raise me.

L (via incorrect-deathnotequotes)

[hellblazed-blog1]

needsnohero:

“Nice, John. Real festive.” A pause. “I’m decorating.”

“That’s why he’s so jolly, innit?” His pause is a bit longer. “I’m stronger than you are, y’know.”

[needsnohero]

“Yeah?” She holds his eyes, but slowly stretches out one hand. There, against the nearest wall, holly sprouts and creeps along. Eira grins. “I’m faster.”

[elven-knight-jermayan]

needsnohero:

elven-knight-jermayan:

 “I…” It was on his lips to claim there was no need, but that was not the point of a present. She had gotten him a gift, because she wished to, and it was churlish to declare he needed nothing.

If the same rule didn’t actually apply to asking where it had come from, he would hold that up as defense anyways. “It was to my mind to thank you, but that seems a premature thing,” he said.

Now he most certainly had to get her a gift as well, and that was still more delicate. “We do not make a large celebration of the holiday here,” he said, a little cautiously.

[needsnohero]

The words hit her in a soft spot, a chink in the armor — one she never knew, so never thought to protect. We do so with family. What Jermayan suggests right now is more than any bright wrapped gift, something she’d given up asking. Is that what he really means? Is that what they were now?

She’s saved from the task of finding some reply that doesn’t let that pent up emotion escape. Eira grabs onto this new topic all too willingly — not only to leave the old one behind, but because it’s something she’s been eager to do. “I was thinking the same thing,” she counters, matching the surreptitious smile in his eyes. She turns, making her way merrily to the door, voice echoing off the walls back to him. “Stay right there!”

[hellblazed-blog1]

needsnohero:

@hellblazed // bc I miss you.

     “——— Where’s your Christmas tree?”

“Up Saint Nick’s arse.”

[needsnohero]

“Nice, John. Real festive.” A pause. “I’m decorating.”

[elven-knight-jermayan]

needsnohero:

@elven-knight-jermayan

“I already got your present.”

“I…” It was on his lips to claim there was no need, but that was not the point of a present. She had gotten him a gift, because she wished to, and it was churlish to declare he needed nothing.

If the same rule didn’t actually apply to asking where it had come from, he would hold that up as defense anyways. “It was to my mind to thank you, but that seems a premature thing,” he said.

Now he most certainly had to get her a gift as well, and that was still more delicate. “We do not make a large celebration of the holiday here,” he said, a little cautiously.

[needsnohero]

“Oh. Don’t they?” For a moment, she fears she’s made some mistake; his APPROVAL is something she greatly desires, though something that Eira would never admit.

“That’s okay. You don’t need to get me one.” A pause. “— but you will have to wait before you open yours. It’s not yule time, yet.”

[needsnohero]

@elven-knight-jermayan

“I already got your present.”

[needsnohero]

@hellblazed // bc I miss you.

     “——— Where’s your Christmas tree?”

[we-are-rogue]

art by Verena Biskup

[yourplayersaidwhat]

“Evil don’t matter to a mouth”

-Our gnome rogue after being yelled at when she asked if strahd was hot

[hellblazed-blog1]

needsnohero:

“No offense, mate,” she counters back, taking the offered beer all the same, “but I’m not coming to you for relationship stuff.”

“Why not? I’ve got OODLES of experience. Young pup like you should be eager to partake of my wealth.”

[needsnohero]

“Not all experience is GOOD experience,” she offers sagely. “And I don’t want this guy to leave in the morning while cursing my name — which is kinda your forté.”

[hellblazed-blog1]

“You just tell old Johnny what’s got your knickers in a twist, yeah? Nothing a cold beer can’t fix, I’d wager.”

[needsnohero]

“No offense, mate,” she counters back, taking the offered beer all the same, “but I’m not coming to you for relationship stuff.”