#bloodiedblade

[satsalloni]

It's come to my attention that the name we have for Well x Astarion for now is wyllstarion

But I was thinkin' of another ship name similar to bloodweave

What do y'all think of bloodiedblade? Or is that edgy??

[inurest-blog]

ID ▶ MICHONNE  //  BLOODIEDBLADE:

EMOTIONS ARE HIGH IN THE WAKE OF THEIR VICTORY   against the herd, gratitude mixed with remnants of fear    —-    and michonne’s chest has been aching since the moment carl’s wounded face met her eyes, an image she doesn’t think will ever leave her mind.   there’s a sensitivity that follows, a vulnerability that she hasn’t felt since her own son, and despite how worried her attachment to carl makes her, she’s not  ASHAMED  of it.   he may be alright, but she’s scared for him, for how he’ll recover, for how rick will recover.   though, they hadn’t been the only ones met with gut-wrenching fear.

         the three had waited a few hours before explaining their run in with the group of bikers    —-    a technical near-death experience, and michonne had found herself conversing with sasha more than anyone, settled on the stoop of the infirmary, awaiting any word of carl’s condition.   at the words, she can’t help but look up, eyes widened ever so slightly.   it hadn’t been expected    ;    one of those things that’s already known despite it never being said.   these people are michonne’s family, no matter what, and she doesn’t need to hear it to know that she is loved    —-    but it means a lot, especially coming from sasha.   especially after everything she’d lost.   michonne knows how difficult it is to allow love in when all it ever seems to bring is pain.   offering a small, breathless smile, she nods once.

         ‘   i know,   ’     she says, whispers, hand reaching out to rest over sasha’s own,     ‘   me, too.   ’

 a  stranger  with  a  gun  on  her  and  a  gun  on  abraham,  a  stranger  changing  his  mind  like  a  pendulum  swings  BACK  AND  FORTH  in  a  GRANDFATHER  CLOCK,  tick,  tock,  and  her  life  in  the  balance.    i’m  not  gonna  kill  you  ---  YES,  I  AM,  and  the  way  her  heart  jumped  up  into  her  throat!    took  her  most  of  the  drive  home  to  realize  that  she  wasn’t  scared  for  ABRAHAM,  that  it  wasn’t  a  DEEPLY  SEATED  FEAR  OF  FURTHER  LOSS,  but  something  more  instinctual.    once  everything  had  settled  she  approached  maggie  first,  the  shape  of  her  heart  still  lingering  in  her  throat,  choking  off  her  breath  ---  I  THINK  I  WANT  TO  LIVE.  

 i  love  you.    when  she  holds  the  words  in  her  mind  they’re  spoken  in  HER  BROTHER’S  VOICE.    she  never  told  bob  ---  should’ve,  she  would’ve  meant  it,  but  it’s  hard  for  her,  was  hard  for  her  even  before  all  of  this.    god,  she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  ---  she’s  sure  it  was  ADDRESSED  TO  TYREESE  ( something  she  suspects  she  and  michonne  may  have  in  common )   but  god,  GOD,  for  all  the  space  he  still  occupies  in  her,  she  can’t  remember.  

 she  touches  her,  and  sasha  turns  her  hand  over  to  clasp  michonne’s,  her  fingers  threading  through  her  friend’s  and  locking  tight,  HOLDING  AS  THOUGH  FOR  DEAR  LIFE.        “ just  ---  wanted  to  make  sure  you  knew. ”        i  think  i  want  to  live,  and  the  tears  blooming  in  the  corners  of  maggie’s  eyes,  and  her  strong  soft  arms  around  her,  i’m  proud  of  you,  I  LOVE  YOU,  we’re  gonna  make  it  through.

[benjcmiin]

bloodiedblade replied to your post:

YOU WILL BE DOING NO SUCH THING

awww i got mom’d :(

[laidre]

bloodiedblade replied to your post: rolls my eyes so hard that they fuckin’ fall out...

people are bugging gabriel literally dug a fake grave for maggie because /he cares about her/ because they care about her. rick handed over a gun he really didn’t have to because he wanted to see if it would maybe get daryl back. cmon now people.

thank yo u

[rgthcnd-a-blog]

my name is noah and i have hamlet's first soliloquy memorized bc i had a project in 8th grade and instead of doing "to be or not to be" like every other lame in my class, i memorized the first soliloquy B))

Let me get to know you!||Accepting - @bloodiedblade​

Okay Noah, u cute or whateva

[splitthroat]

@bloodiedblade replied to your photo:

are u talkin bout ah pls tell me ur talkin bout ah bUT ALSO YES I LOVE THIS

I AM!!!!!!!! i love fake ah crew ok i play my mom jack :,)

[inurest-blog]

settling down beside her at the wall, michonne offers the open pack of cookies in her hand. ' want some company ? '

 maggie  replaced  her  in  the  watchtower  nearly  an  HOUR  AGO  now,  but  she’s  yet  to  stray  far  —  her  back  against  the  rippling  steel,  head  tipped  back  to  touch  the  only  thing  between  her  and  them.    not  that  you’d  know  it,  not  from  here.    at  the  PRISON,  the  last  place  she  really  felt  safe,  you  could  always  hear  them.    always  pressing  against  the  chain  link,  always  straining.    karen  and  HER  BROTHER  in  their  aprons  pushing  knives  through  the  woven  metal.    on  bad  days  when  they’d  piled  up  you  could  hear  them  from  inside,  sometimes,  this  backdrop  of  low  snarling.    SHE  DIDN’T  MIND.    she’d  rather  know  they’re  there  —  would  rather  have  that  edge  of  awareness,  would  sleep  easier  knowing  she  won’t  be  blindsided.    it’s  this,  the  SILENCE,  the  peace  —  that’s  what  unsettles  her.    the  not  knowing. 

 if  she  gets  up  she’ll  have  to  go  to  the  armory.    give  her  gun  back  to  olivia.    she  doesn’t  want  to,  not  yet.    she  sits  with  her  feet  planted  on  the  ground,  knees  tucked  up,  HER  RIFLE  NESTLED  between  her  torso  and  her  thighs  like  SOMETHING  PRECIOUS  AND  PROTECTED.    it’s  essentially  a  comfort  object.    a  small  shrug  from  denise,  her  lips  pressed  together.    you  know,  I  SAY  THAT,  and  people  think,  like  —  a  security  blanket,  or  a  teddy  bear,  but  i  mean.  i  guess  it  could  be  a  gun.    you  feel  SAFER  holding  onto  it.    she  thumbs  over  the  smooth  metal,  pushes  the  familiar  weight  forward  with  her  breath. 

 POST–TRAUMATIC  STRESS  DISORDER.    which  really  —  i  could’ve  guessed.    since  you  guys  got  here  i  can’t  walk  outside  without  diagnosing  someone  with  ptsd.    major  depression  seems  likely,  too.    i  can  give  you  a  questionnaire  —        NO.  THANKS,  DENISE.        yeah.  sure.  um,  i’d  put  you  on  something  —  zoloft,  maybe  —  sertraline?    if  i  had  any.

 sudden  movement  startles  her  these  days,  sudden  sound,  but  she  sees  michonne  coming.    watches  her  approach,  tracks  her  as  she  slides  down  the  wall  to  sit  beside  her.    she  SHIFTS  HER  SNIPER  RIFLE  to  hang  on  the  side  of  her  body,  to  afford  mich  the  space  formerly  occupied  by  the  silencer.        “ i  sure  as  hell  want  some  cookies. ”        she  MANAGES  A  SMILE,  reaches  across  her  body  to  pull  a  tiny  treat  from  the  offered  pack.        “ where’d  you  find  these? ”

[deadwclking]

don't you throw shade at me to carl.

          GOTTA GO