LIONHEARTED

wordless thing of calloused hands and weathered feet! you were born with a hero speared through your chest. is it hard to breathe ?

[quietnerve]

hey all ! i know the group is on hiatus, but if anyone is interested in continuing to rp with jack in the meantime, i’m still here and ready to write and plot ! you all are sweeties and i love writing with every single one of you, and chatting with you ooc <33 love ya! 

[quietnerve]

hoodwinkkd‌:

            ORIGINALLY,  ori had just been watching with an observant eye,  wondering why the other man was picking up a leaf in the first place.     there were a million and a half legitimate reasons why somebody would  —    scrapbooking,  mere curiosity,  a gentle appreciation for nature,  etc etc etc.     what ori did not expect was to see the dead foliage suddenly disappear into jack’s mouth.     memories of his dad chasing their dog around their property screaming what is that in your mouth suddenly pop into ori’s mind and he first has to blink away the surprise blooming on his features before speaking up.     ❛     dude,  what the fuck  —     ❜

jack glances at his observer, noticing him for the first time. he is not deterred however and continues to munch on his snack before swallowing it. “ we fought a goo monster like yesterday. this isn’t the weirdest thing you’ve seen. ” you do not become a public leaf eater without solid defenses prepared when faced with opposition.

[quietnerve]

geppettc‌:

      With his lips pressed tightly together, he gazed around the younger man to view the pot all the way from the doorframe where he leaned. “I’d take a bowl, but I don’t know why you look like you just kissed a few fists.” Gio wandered around a bit, and happened upon the dwelling of the giant slayer. It could be argued that Giorgio was something of a giant himself, and he’d yet to meet the younger Echo.

at  the  comment, jack  absently  brushes the  pads  of  his  fingers over  a  blue  cheekbone,  sheepish smile  lightly  lifting his  lips.

“  some  guys  were  throwing rocks  or trash  or something  at  a  stray  cat—  chasing  it,  so  I  went  after  them  and  got  roughed up  a  little. the  cat  ran  off  though, so  it’s  good  now.  ”  he ladles  a  large  helping  of  the  stew  into  a  ceramic  bowl,  trailing  a  few  droplets of  broth  from  the  edge  back  to  the  pot.  wiping  his  fingers  on  his  apron  he  offers the  bowl  to  gio.  he  hasn’t  spent  much  time  with  gio  since  their  arrival  at  the  citadel, and  somehow  being  one  on  one  with  the  other  makes  gio  seem  all  the  larger, jack  himself  being  somewhat  short  in  stature.

[quietnerve]

what a crunchy looking leaf! the reaching shape is a crisp brown shade, freshly fallen from a large oak. jack picks it up and immediately stuffs it in his mouth.

[quietnerve]

“ he-- i-- hu-- gth-- fuck. ” he hiccups, hands gesturing vaguely, but urgently, as if describing something of vast importance but ineffable construction. he licks the rim of the wine bottle in thought, then presses the cool glass to his cheek, then moves it to the center of his forehead. a long hum resounds as he considers his words. “ i don’t remember what i was sayin’. i’m ‘ore of a listener anyway. HEY! so this place is magic, yeah? yeah? i thin’ it would be pretty cool to uh.... to uh.... to uh use spells. can i do that? can i learn to do that? who can teach me that shit. abra kedabra motherFUCKERs. " he splays his fingers in an exploding sort of motion. “ boom. suck my dick. "

[quietnerve]

“ i’ve never been in an elevator. ” he’s eyeing the contraption up, crooked frown upon his cheeks. nervousness seems to be bleeding through his confusion. “ is it... is it like... wh-what is an elevator like, uh, exactly? "

[quietnerve]

“ ow... ow, ow, ow... " he’s murmuring under his breath, hand clutch white knuckled within the other, grimace carved into his expression. “ like a bad paper cut... got bit by a snake again. "

[quietnerve]

jack’s looking kind of horrified, jaw tense and brows knitted in some mix of concern and nervousness. “ you sh-- you could go to jail for that. ”

[quietnerve]

“ oh wait wait! " jack chucks a crudely yet securely wrapped bag of cookies after the other. it was not the wisest method of transportation, but he did not want the other to go without a portion of his batch of sweet treats. “ don’t forget these! "

[quietnerve]

gingerly, jack places a hand on the other’s shoulder, expression crossed with sympathy and utter seriousness. “ i once got in a fight and woke up in a dumpster. i was laying in some pile of tossed out spaghetti, so when i went home i felt inspired and learned to cook spaghetti. now i make it real good. i think that it just goes to that just about every bad situation has a silver lining if you look at it with the right attitude. you know? "

[oscar-piastri]

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[quietnerve]

isa--moore‌:

Isa stared wordlessly between the man and the stew. This was…not what he had expected today. Why couldn’t anything be simple. Whatever had happened, this guy looked to be in bad shape. “Are you okay?” he asked, stepping a little closer. “If you’ve got some to spare, I’d love a bit, but seriously, do you need to see a doctor or something?”

expression brightens happily at the accepted invitation. his momentary glee is not dampened by the concern that follows, and he generously ladles out a soup of carrots, celery, and onions into a bowl. dropping a spoon inside, with both hands he carries it over to isa and offers it with a soft smile. “ i don’t think so. i feel fine, it doesn’t hurt a lot. thanks. ” he falters, deciding after he has finished that his state requires more explanation. “ uh, some teenagers were chasing a stray cat, throwing things at it-- i got them to stop and everything. they just wanted to beat on me a bit. it’s good now. ” 

[omegajefferson]

He walked out of the dwarf’s forge looking smug and proud, his new prized weapon in hand, a  boring looking slingshot that seemed to be about to break whenever he toyed with it before stuffing it in the backpocket of his pair of shorts. Hugo grinned to himself for a moment, thinking about how much he paid for it then looked up to see another one of the Echos coming closer to the forge, probably for the same reasons he did. “Dude, lemme tell you something. That dwarf? He’s got no sense of humor. I gave him seven coins for my weapon and he didn’t even say anything. You know. ‘Cus snow white. The seven dwarves?” he said, keeping his voice low enough in the hopes that Fokgrolim wouldn’t hear him, and chuckled to himself.

[quietnerve]

jack  reads  the  pride  radiating  from  the  other, and  curiously  glances toward  the  pocketed slingshot.  hugo’s  explanation of  his  joke  (  which  jack  thinks  is  probably  very  funny  ) goes  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other,  and  he  is  left  still  waiting  for  what  is  funny. maybe he’s  missed  something, but  he  smiles anyway  as  if  he  understands.

“  maybe  he  just  didn’t  get  it.  ”  he tilts  his  head  in  gesture to  the  slingshot. “ is  it  a  new  one?  ”

[quietnerve]

tongue  skirts over  the  busted edge  of  his  lower  lip, catching  the  drips  of  crimson slipping  down.  soreness bites  into  the  tension  woven  between  his  shoulders  and  the  faint  scent  of  sweat  clings to  his  clothes. despite  his  state, a  wooden  spoon  is  dipped into  a  thick  broth  stirring on  the  stovetop. he  casts  a  glance  over  his  shoulder, revealing  half  his  face  painted in  shades  of  dark  blue  bruising,  and  smiles.  a  wordless  nod  to  the  stew,  as  if  offering a  bowl,  wiping his  fingertips  on  his  apron.

[screenshotsofdespair]

[wearepaladin]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold