SKALITZHARE.

18+ multimuse kcd ask/rp blog

[skalitzhare]

@skalitzhare -- a selective, mutuals only, 18+, multimuse kcd ask/rp blog.

this blog features triggering canon-typical topics such as war, violence, gore, and death. these will not be tagged.

cherished by elias; they/them, 21+, uk. established october 2025. sideblog, follows from @quixoticbones.

guidelines. characters. writing. prompts. ask.

[kagonaa]

But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy I am trying to break your heart

[troutdraw]

henry the kind of guy to eat an onion like an apple

[synskalitzuv]

For some time, Henry was scared war would reach Theresa again; that Sigismund and his Cumans would try to attack Rattay while Hans and Henry were talking to von Bergow. Gladly, it seemed like the usurper didn't have much coin to pay his troops, and there was trouble coming from other parts of the country (and also Hungary). Theresa was safe that the Ginger Fox was gone and Markvart was dead. For now.

Until there was another reason to shed blood.

As she stepped back, he entered the house with closed eyes, taking a deep breath. It was soothing, that feeling of belonging to a place. He could have stayed in Kuttenberg, but Theresa wasn't there. His place was with her, he couldn't think of anything else.

"It's fine, Theresa. I had something on my way to the mill. I can wait." Some dried meat that he had shared with Mutt, though eating Theresa's food would be a God's sent after that horrible siege in Suchdol. For now, he didn't want to recall those moments. He wanted to focus on Theresa and his future.

A soft smile spread his lips as he brought a hand to her cheek, cupping it gently. "So... what's your plan for the future? You'll still marry me?"

Clearing his throat, he dropped his hand as he blushed slightly. "I-- I mean... you intend to stay here, in the mill?"

[skalitzhare]

A blush crept over her cheeks as he held her face so gently and asked about her future. With him. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, until he backtracked, seeming to think twice about what he’d said - perhaps it had been something in her expression, or her lack of reaction.

Flustered, she spoke, “I have no suitors, if that’s what you mean to ask. It’s still just my uncle and I. My plan was to stay, until… until you came back.” The admission came surprisingly easily. In some ways, it was like no time had passed at all; Henry had changed, but her love for him had stayed the same. She loved him just the same as the day he’d left her, as if it were just yesterday they had been running down the river together, side by side.

“What about you? Will you stay here, in Rattay, now?” Then the question she dreaded the most, “Or is there more to be done?”

She hoped there wouldn’t be. Henry had already been through so much. She wanted to settle down with him, keep him warm and happy, care for him.

Both of them, safe.

But with the state of the world, and the nature of her Henry, she wondered if that would ever be possible.

[lilobooms]

aaaaand it’s done 🎉

this one was pure joy start to finish…i got so carried away drawing them, i love their dynamic so much 😭

hope my jammies like it!

[fiiski]

It's just the two of us, at the end of the day.

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[sagathera]

jesus christ (and warhorse) be praised

[skalitzhare]

@pirkstein : [ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize - for henry.

Henry had approached that camp with a hand hovering at his hip, a tension coiled in his muscles, ready to spring. But it had all fizzled out the moment he laid eyes on the man - even if it was just the back of his head. There was no mistaking who it was, Henry would recognise him in any form, any light, any angle. All remaining fury he still held towards Hans was temporarily forgotten, replaced by the rush of relief that followed his recognition, and without any hesitation he stepped forward into the camp, making his presence known.

“Sir Hans! What are you doing here?” in a poachers camp, surrounded by equipment, clearly not deserted. Was he this ghost the gamekeeper was on about? And then, bizarrely, he realised that he actually didn’t care at all.

Since they parted in Troskowitz, Henry often found himself laying awake in whatever straw bed he managed to talk the owner into letting him stay in for the night. He replayed his scathing words over and over in his mind, wishing things had gone differently, wishing he had kept a cooler head and hadn’t given rise to Hans’ anger. Maybe then, they would have been able to weasel their way into the wedding together.

And, quite frankly, he missed him.

“Fuck, it’s so good to see you,” all he cared about what seeing Hans again, and the apology that followed spilled from him before he could think through his words, “I haven’t stopped thinking about everything I said in Troskowitz. I’m so sorry, Hans. It was unfair of me.”

[buzztimez]

kcd2 eat your heart out

[alex-fevralsky]

[blacknighted]

Waiting out there, body bitten with the lashing start of winter, Henry had hoped for two things: that the door would never open and that in time it would.

In his chest, mad like stallion, a hare seized by arrow and agony both, his heart in all his terror so wickedly galloped. It was strange, he told himself, how he would now yearn to reach the hillocks and the forest's trees. Why, it had never him seized this terribly, not beleaguered in its horror that war so brought, but he stood less on a battlefield and more in graves, hadn't he? Or a garden. Underfoot, hope like a sapling burst through the dirt.

That was it. Door opening, Henry realized that he'd been desperate for hope for months and years. Theresa's warm eyes in that color in his memory...

She could kill him. Her, her voice, and her rich, brown hair.

She could. At her door, he was half-way to turning. The gazing hillocks--again, they would beckon his name in murmurs and breaths. Yet, in what was now some great summers long passed, he had so ledged to heart and God to never bolt from a battle. Instead, he had grown reckless with his struggling, the tip of nose dug ever in war, and as he lunged in that step to sweep her in his arms -- It was him. Henry, foolish Henry, like all of a boy.

He held her like he was breaking. He held her as his cloak showed the brand on his neck. And as he pulled back a fraction with those eyes wide with horror, how he looked at her like a man with a soul in debt. "I...I'm sorry," he told her. You must have thought me dead, he shuddered, to come when the sun slept like a god dammed phantom. I'm haunting. Lingering. "May I come in?"

[skalitzhare]

Almost as soon as the door was open, Henry had stepped forward and swept her up in a great hug. It took her a moment to come to terms with what was happening, but as soon as her mind had caught up with her body she was hugging him right back. She even found herself tearing up, though hardly to her surprise - the feel of his embrace, his scent, his warmth… it was all so familiar, yet so different to how it used to be. He had changed a lot since she had last seen him. She felt like she barely had at all. When he pulled back from the hug she looked into those big blue eyes of his, the ones she had fallen in love with so many years ago, and it all came crashing down on her at once, how deeply she had missed him.

She could admit it now. The true depth of the love she held for her Hal. She’d had all this time to stop thinking about him, his smile, his hands, his voice as he spoke her name. But never once had the thought of him left her mind. A constant in an ever changing, terrifying world: her love for Henry, her worry, her grief.

But he was alive! He stood before her now against all odds, like that small, hopeful part of her had always wished would come eventually. She should never have doubted it. Her stubborn boy, clinging to life even when it tried to shake him - and it looked like it really had. Age tugged at his edges, greying hair and his lined face. He was worn, tired, all grown up into a man. And she couldn’t help but notice the mark on his neck as he at last pulled away from the hug, a brand she had seen before reserved only for the skin of killers. But it wasn’t like she didn’t know he had killed, did she? The only reason he could still be standing before her now was because that sword at his side was stained with blood.

His apology was not unwelcome, she had to admit. Some sort of message, some sign or indication that he was still alive would have been appreciated at any point in the last God knows how many years. She trusted he had good reason for it, and she would certainly let him know of her displeasure at some point, but now was not the time. Not when he was freezing on her doorstep and she was standing with the door open, letting all the cold in.

“Of course, yes. Christ—” she realised she hadn’t spoken this whole time, had only stared tearfully up at him. She scrubbed her eyes dry and stepped aside, “—I can’t believe you’re alive, Henry. After all this time. It’s…” she trailed off, no words gracing her that could possibly convey how incredibly relieved she was to see him again. She shut the door behind him, glad to lock out the cold.

“You must be freezing. Come and warm up by the fire,” she hurried him in, turning to what she could do, “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat, or drink?”

[skalitzhare]

i was fully intending on properly coming back and then i died. but i'm alive again now so it's time to lock in

[meanbossart]

DELETED POST-CREDIT SCENE: Hans finally telling Henry where the damn water comes from.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

Alternatively, send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible! Please specify the muse for multimuses!

✘ = hugging them.

Δ = playing with their hair.

❤ = kissing them.

₪ = asking them out for dinner.

☀ = giving them a gift of _ ( asker’s choice ) .

♘ = stabbing them.

♕ = bowing down before them.

♒ = lying to them.

✿ = buying them flowers.

☾ = being found shirtless.

♢ = reading them a story.

☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm.

✎ = speaking in a different language.

✏ = teaching them a different language.

▄ = telling them a joke.

♬ = singing to them.

☹ = insulting a loved one.

ஐ = slapping them.

✂ = threatening them.

❃ = dancing with them.

▤ = falling asleep on them.

☮ = waking them up after a nightmare.

♣ = discovering them crying.

回 = patching a wound.

✮ = stargazing.

▓ = caught stealing their belongings.

☽ = wandering alone at night.

♡ = complimenting them.

≡ = offering a place to stay overnight.

☢ = falling over.

✦ = being well-dressed.

❂ = wiping blood off their face.

◎ = taking care of them while ill.

☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them.

⇕ = holding their hand.

↱ = being lost with them.

☠ = pushing them against a wall.

[badookie]

Day 5 of Monastery Week - Poison

Even venomous snakes appear beautiful. (I got fooled by his kindness and was dumbfounded!!)

[pirkstein-archive]

ㅤRE: THE NAMES ARE GONNA GET MEAN IF YOU DON'T TEXT ME BACK. ㅤCC: @skalitzhare.

[ FROM: HANS ] i'm busy! with important things. Busy with "beauty sleep," that is, still lying in bed at twelve o'clock, though Henry's messages have Hans's interest piqued, though Henry has Hans's interest piqued. And, oh, how not subtle of Hans, picking at Henry for more. [ FROM: HANS ] what mean names were you gonna call me? [ FROM: HANS ] they better be good.

[skalitzhare]

[ FROM: HENRY ] Finally! [ FROM: HENRY ] mostly things like loser and meanie. [ FROM: HENRY ] I have something very important to ask you!!!