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[via bleedinghearth]

💋

Um. Maybe this isn't the best idea.

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ One. Back up. Two. You're late. ❞

He's already bracing for Dragon Spit, because he knows it's going to happen... He's going to approached the side of his snoot and bump his forehead to it first. Sighing out a quiet,

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ You're lucky I like you. ❞

Then he'll place a kiss on the side of that big ol' nose... and prepare.

6/5 Kisses [Grimbright]

#💚 || ask answered #bloodstainedsails #🖤 || ever watchful shade #bleedinghearth #{ FRONT FACING TEDDY MY BELOVED }#{ ALSO- gay }

[via bleedinghearth] “The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem.” [Sorry this one is fucking funny as shit. From Theo, for King Shit (Durov)]

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟! (accepting)

“Ah... It would appear that boon is only granted when the assassination attempt fails.” He looks playfully disheartened, covering his face with his hand. “Alas, the gods did not see fit to make my hide as impenetrable as yours. Woe is me...........”

#┆answered.#bloodstainedsails #THEY ARE THE DRAMA #VERSE┆long enough to count the hearts that hit the ground #𝐕. count the hearts that hit the ground┆MORLOST.

[via bleedinghearth] "𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂𝙷! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎." (Pick one. I know we discussed a lot of options but Pick One.)

@bleedinghearth / plotted.

…Great.

Micromanagers were a migraine. Their suits came built with a shrill little voice-box that his hat couldn’t quite muffle. They also happened to be small enough that it was practically inevitable to lose sight of the little busybodies, and if you lost sight of them, they could crawl right up onto your shoulder and get directly into your business. All that obnoxious, high-pitched meddling… right in his ear. Even thinking about it was annoying him.And they came through his office every day.

The macromanager? Maybe once a month.

And he knew the value of peace AND quiet, in spite of his size.

Today, though? After how HIS morning went? Chip would rather a swarm of those itsy-bitsy bossy cogs were in his office instead.

“Mrngh…” He grunted as he lifted his head from the table. Glancing up, the desk groaned his dismay for him as the manager deflated upon seeing all of that paperwork. In lieu of a nose (or a forehead, for that matter), Chip pinched the saw-tooth between his eyes. Not that a nose would’ve mattered. The static in his memory processor's been buzzing since on-boarding. No massages, no repairs, and no breaks were going to fix that.

He sighed, rubbing out a piece of dried frosting between his fingers as he looked towards the door.

“... I know,” he grumbled at last, adjusting his posture in a half-hearted attempt to hide the red light flickering from his chest, “Believe me, Mr. Rammshead, with the amount of time I’ve spent just filing property damage claims this month, I’d sooner be fired than not know.”

He’d have to file one for suit damages today at some point. If there was enough ‘today’ between all of the sleuthing he was going to have to do to figure out exactly how many employees were terminated within the past…

Chip looked at the clock.

… 2 hours that he’d been out for.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Would you like to set up a meeting for later today? You caught me at a bad time, I'm afraid."

#bleedinghearth #bloodstainedsails #(D:) Users / ID_07429 / ic #(D:) Users / ID_07429 / thread #(D:) Users / ID_07429 / ask #chose chip bc im feeling him the most + love the dynamic ideas we've been plotting. :)

[via bleedinghearth]

Now, who's this little cutie? Soft as always for kids, Teddy caught wind of a little one hanging around Alexander's castle, and as such, in secret, amid the other dishes he'd been borrowing the kitchen for, he's baked a small batch of soft snickerdoodles.

He'd eventually found her, and, in an effort not to impose, crouches down to offer a small plate of his handiwork.

"Hullo, little lassie. You can call me Teddy. If your da's all right with it, I wanted to offer you some sweets. I won't be offended if the answer's no."

Hannah had seen the odd man around, the guards weren't worried about him and neither was Alexander and Cromwell... so she suspected he was a friend. Tail idly swishing behind her, the child watched him approach, ears perking up at his sweet offering.

"He should be okay with it, thank you. I'm Hannah." She greeted, accepting one of the treats to nibble on.

#lil'hannah #bleedinghearth #bloodstainedsails #royal!verse

[via bleedinghearth] "Is something wrong?"

3 AM Starters || Accepting! || @bleedinghearth

Croc had paused, lifting his head to sniff at the air before his whole snout wrinkled in a brief snarl.

"Yeah. Somethin' up ahead is burnin'. Don't smell like anythin' safe to be around, either."

Fire in itself was dangerous enough, but a chemical fire– especially if one didn't know what exactly was burning– was twice the trouble. Gotham had enough problems with Joker gas or Fear Toxin without adding flame to the mix.

#Answered #bloodstainedsails #bleedinghearth #// Hello!~

bloodstainedsails

Teddy: Planning to make you some killer thick cut bacon, maybe

“...Bacon?”

#THICK cut....#bleedinghearth #bloodstainedsails

@bloodstainedsails | Wanted to meet Walter Clizby!

His assignment had been, of course, explained to him, but it had been clear from the way the liaison at Baxter’s spoke about it that this would be a different sort of job. No matter, Clizby wasn’t here to judge a charge or their potential peculiarities— all that mattered was that they were in some form of danger and Clizby had been sent attend to them.

Teddy. It makes him smile a bit as he looks over the file once more. It seemed like a child’s name but he had been assured that Teddy was a grown man. A grown man who used to work on the force and had amassed a number of potentially dangerous foes through his line of work. It seemed a rather typical assignment in all actuality.

But the implied ease of the situation had not made Clizby wane in his duties. He still came armed. He still came with his eyes scanning the area, knowing that he would have to learn this new scenery soon.

He knocks, straightens his tie, and stands a little taller— he’d like to make a good first impression, no?

#bloodstainedsails #ch: walter #walter has a new charge! :3 gonna protecc