#bladedglory

[snowinabottlearchived]

do u want to rp? i write daddy krampus but i have lots of cross over verses. plz respond. thankx

hello   ,   yes   but   i   only   write   smut   with   gif   icons   and   one   liners   if   that   works   for   u   .   

[speedsy-a]

@bladedglory​ ​   ​​   //    ○ ◎ ● ◯ ✦ — 𝒔𝒄.  

makkari  drums  two  quick  taps  on  the  coffee  table  to  draw  druig's  eyes  up  to  her,  his  attention  is  captured  easily  and  without  malice  at  the  interruption.      ❝  you  knew    this    was  coming?  ❞      she  signs  and  points  to  the  comic  balanced  against  her  legs,  eyes  wide  with  accusation  and  disbelief.    she  can't  even  wait  for  his  answer,  energy  welling  inside  her  as  she  shifts  to  dramatically  get  up  from  the  couch.    the  comic  is  tucked  under  her  arm  as  she  crosses  the  room  and  drops  directly  into  his  lap.    ❝  —  you    have  to  tell  me    if  they  survive.  ❞      the  motion  of  her  hands  and  pursed  lips  both  tell  him  she's  not  taking  no  for  an  answer.

[desafia]

@bladedglory​ sent: “  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ”  ↳ injury prompts 

              eyes widen at the sight of bright red staining the fabric of the shirt in question.  she almost drops her own weapon in alarm.  though she quickly swallows and remembers to turn the safety off before returning it to a holster at her thigh.  no sooner is the firearm secured than she reaches out her hands to press to elias’s wound.  she needs to think.  they taught them all field medicine when they were kids.  it’s just been so long.  the others were putting it into practice.  she was painting on cell walls and getting her head cut open.   “  how do i fix it?  ”  she asks,  head tilting up to meet his gaze.   

[lwiamatka-gone]

@bladedglory​ liked for a book dialogue starter.

                                        “ life is full of hazards, selection also occurs in life. misfortune, sicknesses and wars also select. defying destiny may be just as hazardous as succumbing to it. “

[archivaltm]

❝ —  are  you  sure  this  thing  fits  right? ❞  suits  were  not  aurie’s  forte,  having  little  use  for  them  in  his  life.   ❝ it  just...  seems  a  little  tight.❞  he  felt  like  every  muscle  on  his  body  could  be  seen  through  the  tailored  material.  ❝ what  if  i  have  to  punch  someone? ❞  //  @bladedglory​  ( bc  i  can )

[desafia]

magnolia’s iphone: ↳ ft. @dervoured  &  @wyhlds  &  @tantalusbred  &  @bladedglory    ​

[desafia]

@bladedglory​ sent:  ah, fuck it ↳ shove my muse against the wall for a surprise kiss

             there’s a firmness to his normally ever light touch as he guides her.  back connects with the wall behind them and she can’t help the surprised  (  and delighted  )  laugh that bubbles up in her throat.  it’s quickly extinguished by the press of his mouth against her own.  playful but hungry  (  so hungry for the taste of each other  ).   she likes this side of him.  she likes him taking what he wants and she is more than willing to give it.  to throw herself into that chasm of loneliness and need to feel something,  anything,  good she knows aches inside them both.  

fingers curl into his shirt,  other hand lifts to grasp at his hair.  she reaches for him like he’s the only thing keeping her steady  (  because he is  ).  she kisses him with every ounce of affection she has inside her.  there’s something desperate in this caress.  and it’s far easier to let her lips speak for her like this than when trying to form words that just don’t come out right.  it’s easier with the taste of him on her tongue to convey things left unsaid.  

you taste like home.  you feel like peace.  i think i might love you. 

[desafia]

@bladedglory​ eli sent: ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ 

              “  then show me.  ”  

she wants to understand.  she knows there is so much he has endured,  things he still wrestles with,  that she has not experienced.  but she doesn’t need to walk in his foot prints to be able to form empathy.  to listen.  to be there and let him exist in these moments where his own shadowy past creeps up around him.  she’s right here.  and she is more than capable of seeing,  if he wants her to.  looking in that head of his to see what it is she doesn’t know.  

magnolia carefully wraps a hand around his wrist.  as if to make sure he isn’t going to walk away  (  as if it isn’t her game to want to run and hide when things get dark  ).  other arm lifts,  fingers brush up his cheek towards his temple.  “  el,  show me, ”  a request,  an offer.  almost a command.  she won’t let him push her away.  she knows that game well and she won’t play.  not today.  not with him.  “  let me see.  ”  let her feel with him so he doesn’t have to feel alone in it.