#* asks .

[goodecraft]

@actssassin asked  :                 ‘ you’re unbelievable. ’                                                                    LYRIC MEME :  BORN  TO  DI.E  ( accepting ! )

         BROKEN  GLASS  IN  THE  BEDROOM  AND  IT  IS  NOT  EVEN  NEW  YEARS  DAY  .  hardly  a  result  of  his  lack  of  stealth  .  on  the  contrary  ,  the  hunter  moved  with  the  soundless  grace  of  a  ghost  .  phantom  steps  through  the  halls  ,  not   a  single  wayward  creaking  floorboard  groaning  under  misplaced  weight  ,  not  a  footprint  to  be  found  .  he  is  a  heavily  armed  silhouette  in  a  house  full  of  unsuspecting  prey  .  mute  as  he  was  it  was  his  violent  intent  that  rung  out  like  china  shattering  against  the  hardwood  .  sharp  and  resounding  the  splintering  emotion  roused  the  witch  but  a  fraction  of  a  moment  before  a  silver  bullet  lodged  itself  in  her  skull  .  once  awake  the  bed  is  left  vacant  (  poof  ,  like  a  candle  snuffed  out  without  any  trace  of  smoke  )  transmuting  behind  the  gunman  she  tsk’s           this  was  bound  to  hurt  .   with  a  flick  of  her  wrist  he  is  airborne  ,  limbs  limp  as  a  rag-doll’s  as  he  sails  across  the  room  slamming  into  the  vacant  vanity  chair  .  surrounding  curtains  aiding  in  her  assailment  , coming  away  from  the  window  frames  to  encircle  wrists  and  ankles  ,   securing  him  against  the  wooden  frame  .  

                                      ‘  YOU’RE  UNBELIEVABLE  .  ’

          struggle  as  he  might  against  his  bonds  there  is  a  admirable  composure  to  his  words  .  though  ,  he  could  very  well  be  staring  death  in  the  face         AND  DEATH  IS  FAIR - HAIRED  /  DELICATE - BONED  ;  MURMURING  SWEETLY  WITH  BLACK  MAGIC  ON  HER  LIPS  .  ❛  i’m  afraid  flattery  will  get  you  nowhere  ,  mister  berkman  .  ❜  clairvoyance  had  never  been  the  supreme’s  cup  of  tea  but  knowing  the  right  people       that  had  always  been  her  own  unique  brand  of  spellwork  .  the  coven  may  find  her  fancies  frivolous  and  self-serving  (  they  were  right  to  think  so  )  but  knowing  the  enemy  was  instrumental  in  survival  and  survive  she  would  .  gossip  was  the  alter  and  she  the  willing  disciple  .  ❛  i  wouldn’t  be  opposed  to  watching  you  beg  though  .  it’s  always  amusing  to  watch  the  more  handsome  ones  squirm  .  ❜  the  corners  of  her  mouth  quirk  upwards  /  a  smile  of  questionable  origins  .   a  flash  of  teeth  that  is  more  a  warning  than  a  welcome  .  then  she  approaches  ,  a  robe  is  wrapped  around  her  nightgown       not  once  does  she  falter  in  her  telekinetic  hold  on  his  position  as  she  primps  . 

        a  cigarette  is  produced  from  her  pocket  ,  self-kindling  between  her  fingertips  before  yielding  before  him  .  ❛  unfortunately  ,   i  don’t  have  time  to  play  with  my  food  in  the  middle  of  the  night  .  maybe  you  should  call  before  dropping  by  next  time  ?  if  you  get  the  chance  to  that  is  ...  ❜  they  are  eye-level  now  ,  hand  on  her  hip  as  she  bends  forward  gauging  his  reaction  .  ❛   so   ...  let’s  say  we  skip  this  little  game  of  cat  and  mouse  ,  hm  ?  ❜   a  cloud  of  smog  exhaled  into  his  bewildered  face  ,  the  makeshift  shackles  tightening  as  she  leans  away  ,  but  only  ever-slightly  .  ❛   tell  me  how  you  found  us  before  i  start  breaking  those  pretty  bones  of  yours .  ❜    

[age736]

// which is worse... trying to force out a really hard sh*t or getting your tail yanked out.

Getting your tail yanked out is like taking a hard shit while being kaioken x 20

[orderlostarchive-blog]

do you think ralph suffers from ptsd?

       most  definitely  .  the  events  of  the  island  were  very  scarring  for  him  ,  &  as  previously  stated  ,  ralph  has  to  attend  intensive  therapy  for  ages  afterwards  .  he  constantly  goes  to  sleep  with  dreams  of  killing  pigs  that  turn  into  boys  that  turn  into  simon  &  piggy  ,  &  he’s  constantly  reminded  over  the  dead  &  rotting  paratrooper  they  found  in  the  trees  ,  of  jack ,  of  that  chant  —  KILL  THE  PIG     (     THE  BEAST  ,  THE  BOY     )     SPILL  HER  BLOOD  ,  BASH  HER  IN  .  he  hears  it  every  time  he  closes  his  eyes  ,  sees  jack’s  bloodthirsty  face  ,  remembers  how  he  was  set  to  kill  ,  remembers  how  he  slowly  declined  into  insanity  ,  how  he  still  hasn’t  recovered  yet  .  ralph  often  disassociates  ,  &  he’s  basically  a  zombie  until  he  or  someone  else  snaps  out  of  it  ,  but  in  his  head  ,  ralph’s  going  through  a  waking  nightmare  .  he  has  good  memories  on  the  island  ,  but  these  seldom  shine  through  ,  too  often  overpowered  by  the  nightmarish  experiences  he  faced  .

SEND  QUESTIONS  ABOUT     /     FOR  RALPH  !  *

[orderlostarchive-blog]

i've always felt that ralph was bisexual, is this a headcanon you agree with?

       i  do  agree  with  that  !  i  actually  think  as  much  as  sexuality  is  kinda  fixed  in  some  ways  ,     (     you  don’t  choose  to     ‘     become     ’     gay  ,  it’s  who  you  are  ,  etc  .     )     ,  with  ralph  &  many  of  the  other  boys  ,  it  was  a  nuture  vs  .  nature  scenario  .  the  boys  weren’t  told  that  liking  other  boys  was  wrong  ,  &  right  from  the  beginning  ,  ralph  displayed  behaviour  that  showed  he  might  have  been  interested  in  boys  himself  .  from  the  way  it’s  described  he  looks  at  jack     (     including  the  scene  where  he  stares  at  jack’s  grey  shorts  that     ‘     clung  to  him  with  sweat     ’     )     ,  to  even  the  smallest  of  details  —  he  would  not  read  mopsy  &  topsy  because  it  was  about  two  girls  ,  maybe  just  because  of  the  time  period  &  the  obvious  attitudes  of  boys  at  that  point  ,  but  it  coincides  with  his  repeated  disinterest  in  all  things  girls  ,  moreso  than  characters  such  as  jack  &  roger  &  the  others  .  this  isn’t  to  say  that  ralph  is  wholly  homosexual  .  i  believe  that  he  is  bisexual  ,  but  through  the  overexposure  to  other  boys  during  puberty  ,  mixed  with  the  carnality  &  instinctual  nature  they  were  in  ,  that  ralph  probably  grew  up  with  more  of  a  leaning  preference  to  males  .  i  feel  like  when  he  gets  home  &  sees  a  girl  that  catches  his  eyes  ,  it  takes  him  aback  !  because  just  imagine  how  long  it’s  been  since  he  saw  a  girl  ,  especially  in  my  canon  ,  where  they’re  gone  for  five  –  six  years  .  but  to  make  a  long  story  short  ;  i  do  believe  ralph  is  bisexual  .

SEND  QUESTIONS  ABOUT     /     FOR  RALPH  !  *

[lycaean-archive]

*smooches his cheek*

                 the man sits quietly in his study , surrounded by centuries worth of ancient text and artifacts. somehow, he’s managed to stay awake for three days straight. just reading , studying , taking notes. hasn’t left the room at all in those three days. he pushes himself too hard sometimes , and this was a prime example of. so when violet enters the room , he doesn’t hear. too focused. he rises to his feet , still ignorant to her presence , and walks toward his wall of books. blue fingers tap on the texts in front of him , eyes squinting. he’s searching for frankensteins notes. when suddenly , he hears his chair being moved. as edward turns to face her, he sees violet. standing on top of his chair with her arms extended. then she kisses his cheek.     

                blue cheeks turn purple. a grin forms on his face. he places his hands on her hips , lifts her up and begins to twirl her around slowly. ❝   what a lovely surprise , draga mea.  ❞ lowers her down to the ground. raises a hand , thumb rubs against her cheek. feels as though he can spend an eternity gazing into her eyes. she was lovely , divine. he can smell the blood that ran through her veins , what a sweet scent. he needed this , her presence , her uplifting.  ❝   meriţi tot ce e mai frumos pe pământ.  ❞  doesn’t even realize he’s speaking. too caught up in the moment. edward leans down a few , presses soft lips against her forehead.❝   working on any inventions today  ??  ❞

[sundies-a]

❝ what the fuck is that? are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞

from : @huntsmark . to : vax'ildan .

a haphazard shrug pulls at his shoulders and slumps into his back . some tinge of embarrassment touches him as he's called out for his previous displays of grandiosity , and he'd like to wave them off as if they were nothing . but of course vex would notice . and of course she'd say something about it . avoidance of further bravado is all that steers his words when he speaks . " if you'd like to call it that . " a journey of self discovery ; sure . his new garb and his new skillset have proven useful enough , and with it , the plague on his mind .

he picks a bread roll from a nearby basket ( kept warm by the camp's fire ) and places it in her hands . " you should eat something . " it's his way of showing he cares . . . and also of changing the subject .

[sundies-a]

❝ i warned you not to take me lightly. ❞

from : @otlaw . to : astarion ancunin .

" well , do riddle me surprised . " for when this gruff stranger with a blade comes hurling toward him , why , of course , he'd flinch , evacuating from his path without a moment's hesitation . luckily for him , he'd worked only to slay the beasts that lie ever in the shadows , much to astarion's approval . though , he would not offer his trust , or anything else , to the common passerby . instead , he holds a dagger in the hand behind his back , and thinks that he might turn this situation over to further his advantage .

" i don't ! " take him lightly , that is . and as his sentence finishes , he reveals the knife , glinting in the sunlight that he is yet blessed to stand beneath , and places it firmly at his throat , " thank you for the help , dear , really . but , it would be remiss of me not to infringe on your heroism this day . from where do you come from ... cid , is it ? "

he always knows more than he lets on .