hey everyone, just to let you all know, i’ll still be writing bigby, but not on his own separate blog anymore as i have way too many to deal with, so ! he’s now been moved over HERE.
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hey everyone, just to let you all know, i’ll still be writing bigby, but not on his own separate blog anymore as i have way too many to deal with, so ! he’s now been moved over HERE.
FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS : BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION ! rules : bold what applies to your muse and repost
SNOW WHITE .
jade trinket boxes | taste of iron | fingertips on a mirror | yellow and green with envy | long - handled hunting knives | sewing by the window | combs laced with pearls and poison | an apple white one side and red the other | white doves | frosted glass
THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS .
a blunt axe | a ring of chalk | tear - stained cheeks | sweet pears | hands tied behind back | shallow rivers | aching feet | walking for days | flowing gowns | liquid silver | wax seals | blinding lights
THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST .
lukewarm bath water | sapphire butterflies | tiny milk snakes | baskets of strawberries | fat toads | sparkling snow | fur cloaks | raw gemstones | kettles made of copper | red wine | a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere
BLUE BEARD .
a tiny key made of gold | pools of blood | stains that won`t rub a way | galloping hooves | treasures from far away lands | dragged by the hair | dark and damp cellars | marble walls | shivering with fear | screaming at the top of your lungs
THE SIX SWANS .
sitting side - saddle | daughter of a witch | nettles | white feathers | refusing to smile | needles and threads | a castle in the forest | sound of beating wings | birthmarks | climbing trees | balls of yarn | silver crowns
LITTLE RED CAP .
wildflowers | rich - tasting cake | wicker baskets | the path rarely trod | sharp teeth | curtains drawn | a dying fireplace | grey pelts | red velvet | handmade quilts | sunlight peeking through branches | opening corks with a satisfying pop | looking someone directly in the eye
tagged by : @gamenu ( lov this aesthetic like i lov u ) tagging : @sneewittchen @grcndel @deathforgot @froreblest @fastiell @deccay @goddessoath @corazcnvacio @glcsslipper & anyone else who wants to fuckin yoink this meme, welcome to also say i tagged you or not, either’s cool with me 👍
Okay, this one is absolutely fantastic.
* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :
001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
Sometimes you don’t get closure. You just move on.
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❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS ! ( accepting ! )
Bigby must of become so used to Gren’s presence beside him sitting on his stool, his musky scent and cheap cologne he doesn’t even mind anymore becoming just a part of the Trip Trap, part of him, that his low drawl of a statement surprises him, bringing him out of his reverie.
He thinks about it, how he’s found himself spending more and more of his time in the Trip Trap with their crap squiggly wallpaper, the mystery over the purpose of the pickle jar cruelly taunting him always, the free Huff n’ Puffs on the house, the shitty music that fills half of their juke box that gives him physical and mental headaches, but liking all of it regardless. He remembers being taken under both Gren and Holly’s wing before he knew it at the beginning of things; bringing him food as thanks, asking him to come over and hang out afterwards, their treat; mending relationships and finding out they have a lot more in common then they thought; finding himself helping out on sorting out regulars, and those not so regular, easing up things for Gren; late night talks over how confusing it was to be ❛ human ❜ when they weren’t in the first place, how easy other Fables who weren’t like them forgot that this isn’t their norm despite practicing it for centuries now, how they yearned to be one with the wild again because it was simpler.
They’d also been making sure to remind him, endlessly, they’d both gladly hand his ass to him if he doesn’t take better care of himself, especially when they’d discovered how bad his side’s been fucked since Bloody Mary crippled it with that silver bullet, a target unfortunately taken advantage of before the bastard he’d been trying to catch from a past case escaped, leaving him delirious from blood loss and silver poisoning — all because of an overlooked shard that hadn’t been dangerous till now — by the time he made it over to the bar before collapsing in a broken heap, ruining Holly’s newly mopped floor, the smell mixing with copper as he bled out from his open, messy wound before being stitched up again by Swineheart, both hovering with anger and worry over it.
So Bigby merely smirks at the memories surfacing up in his mind, taking a swig of his neat whiskey, having a feeling that it wasn’t just the alcohol giving him this hum of a warm feeling in his gullet; ❝ I guess so. ❞
Curls up in his chair and dozes off for a nice, nine hour nap.
Bigby rubs at the back of his neck before a tired, defeated sigh leaves his lips over the sight of Nicole curled up, asleep, in his tattered, old faded purple armchair that's definitely seen better days. He knows she should head off, more then one Fable popping up in his mind that wouldn't take so easily over the fact that she's here — especially a certain regular escapee in bacon pink — but he doesn’t have the heart to wake her; not after the scare she had earlier.
So, instead, Bigby simply drapes a blanket over her form, leaving her to her dreams. He'll wake her up later.
Ungracefully sitting himself down at his table after grabbing a cup of water, he starts to work on putting some kind of case file in place for this mysterious man who outs magic folk like them from just a look before throwing cursory comments, scrawling down and recording everything that had been said earlier on in the park, the radio a murmur, playing top hits from the 80s, the glow of the lamp emitting a golden, almost cosy feel to his messy flat. Thank god she told him everything she knew about the event before she decided on that nap.
But, after a stretch and a yawn, earning some satisfying pops and clicks and a good pull of his muscles, at least it’s something for him to present to Snow later. Even if it’s pretty thin and mostly theories. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been wrong before on being led by gut instinct alone for a time before coming across a lead. Hopefully that’s enough to win her over so he could place one of his contacts to find and watch this guy and get an idea on what his motives may be.
( if your writing was a food i'd eat it everyday without fail )
hoough .. light mum please .. i love you so much and i would devour your writing too everyday if it was food for breakfast, lunch and dinner 7 days a week for as long as i live
NAYDRA.
he is chrysanthemum blooms and lemongrass dew, ginger roots and marigold leaves; he is the rich thrum of cicadas on a long summer’s eve, the cool touch of fresh soil ‘pon bare toes, the warm solace of fireflies on a starless night; he is heavy and heady and incandescent and—
he is familiar.
❛ hail, ❜ quiet amusement buds within rumbling depths and tugs a hearty chuff from rime-cloaked maw. their soul, already unrestrained in the face of their ilk, glows a bit brighter. warbles a bit louder. ❛ protector of the divine. wolf of indelible courage. he who howls. bigby. ❜
❛ many centuries have passed since our last reunion, dear גאַרדיאַן. what brings you to my domain? ❜
Fur as dark as the void itself whips in such bitter winter’s breath. Even while he sits, paws in the snow, he still over-rules the height of even the tallest of mountains in their domain that they are weaved around. Word had spread that Naydra had been freed from the malice’s curse that still rages in the skies, and as much as he did not see eye to eye with other such godly beings — whether those created by His Lady or by Her Sisters, coupled with his duties that demanded such solitude amongst fresh pine and earthy musk — they were, at the core, the same.
A brow simply rises. ❝ I see word of my mortal alias has reached you. Don’t ask how; it just seems to have stuck like fungus. ❞ He knows how, or at least an inclining over how it’s come to be— centuries or so ago someone having brought on the catalyst of shortening ❛ The Big Bad Wolf ❜ to simpler terms of ❛ Bigby ❜, since then having spread like wildfire; his gut tells him the Sheikah are the source. Though, if it was easier for their mouths to communicate with, then so be it; in the end, it still held the same weight.
A single puff of hot air left his wet, cold nose. ❝ To see you. Word has spread of the golden boy. No doubt he had something to do with destroying the taint that held you captive this past century. I felt the disturbance in the balance, and the woe of your kin. It is good to see that you're in your former state once again, Naydra, dear חכמה. ❞
Though he smells it, the traces of calmality that stubbornly clings to their crystallised diamond hide still, causing the brilliance within their soul to shudder, fracturing into shards of colours, though trying to blot such a sad beauty and destroy the familiar scent of spicy wintersweet and rosemary with clotted, sickly decay.
GUESS WHAT I JUST PLAYED LIKE 1000000 YEARS LATE????
*house phone rings*
Me: no
COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS.
❝ …Bang… ❞
❝ This could be a trap. ❞
❝ This is strictly business. ❞
❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞
❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
❝ Time never stands still. ❞
❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞
❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞
❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞
❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞
❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞
❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]! ❞
❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity… ❞
❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can. ❞
I just wanted to try something – A test if you will – maybe not a test? Ah, a game is more accurate! It was all one big game that I started to take just a bit too seriously for my own good. This world is boring as fuck and all I did was come along and give it a little shake. Hey, I gave them all something to talk about now didn’t I?
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