#almosttulpae

[olliscot]

almost-tulpae replied to your post: like this for a starter based on your wishlist....

i know i basically have no shame and i owe you the world but your replies are on my queue and i have zero self control and i love you

if u don’t answer my question on discord u get no starters while i wait for my impending death by earthquake

[nxrthborn]

💋-from dany because yolo

@almost-tulpae

Pytre was surprised to say the least eye brows raised before wrapping his arms around the other and kissing Dany back. “I’ve got to say... I was most certainly not expecting that. I enjoyed it very much though.”

[penguinpositivity]

Hi penguin dear. Can i fangirl about @olliscot please? Such a fantastic writer and friend. Every time i find their threads on my dash i squeal with joy and i cant even begin to describe how lovely they are. So talented. The kind of rper that makes you happy just by existing.

[olliscot]

almost-tulpae replied to your post: got spoilers have truly broken any last sanity...

you should give me robb to calm my anxiety tho

robb is too busy in the afterlife making out with theon and judging everyone not named sansa and arya xoxo

[cursedvessels]

⛓️ from eh... jane :D

send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

It wasn’t the first time Ambrose had found himself in this situation. Granted, this particular time the circumstances under which he found himself here were very different than those in the past. Getting beat and restrained was a large part of his young life in the Underworld. Punishment. Training. That’s what they called it there. This time he was almost certain it was something akin to control or, maybe, just fear. Or vengeance…

The physical pain was nothing, of course. Getting beat and burned, having his flesh torn into with a barbed whip was hardly abuse compared to what he had faced in the Underworld. It was this new position of constant restrain that made his heart flutter and fear cloud his dizzied thoughts. It was the lack of substance, the sudden crowding of the spirits that constantly surrounded his consciousness. The screams… He wasn’t even sure how long he had been hanging there like that, dangling over a pit, fully restrained, bound in cursed chains, blood dripping down his temple, coughing past his lips… Bruises burning the skin around his neck as his immortal spirit tried to heal the barely mortal body, the vessel in which he resided, to no avail.

The moment he heard the door crack open from the other end of the cellar, he didn’t even so much as look up, didn’t lift his head. His eyelids remained closed, consumed by his thoughts, by the voices of the spirits that resided within those four hellish walls. It was only expected that it was his master returning, either to use another wish or to give him another beating… Maybe to give him some sort of sustenance that he likely wouldn’t feel apt to swallow, if he was lucky… He didn’t expect a girl to come clambering into that cellar by happenstance. He didn’t expect someone besides his master to find him there, shivering, bleeding, the adrenaline in his body trying to shut him down and the immortality of his spirit keeping him ticking…