#bluedeneb

[a-punk-and-her-horror]

((Inktober day 12 starring everyone’s fave big blue kitty @bluedeneb))

[schlemicl]

Deneb ;

( SPOTTING )

“Big Blue’s coming.”

“Look out for the paws, they’ll crush you.”

“Welcome to your demise.”

“A pleasure to spar with you, Deneb.”

“Let’s see who’s tainted now, hm?”

( KILLED )

“Aww, look at the cute kitten fall.”

“Not all cats land on their paws seems this one likes to land on her back.”

“Deneb’s down for the count.”

“Bye-bye, Big Blue.”

“Warm kitty, Soft kitty.”

( DOMINATING )

“Go back and lick your wounds, kitty cat.”

“You know the saying… the bigger they are.”

“Shhh, Kitten’s asleep.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t crush me.”

“You may be stronger but I’m fast.”

@bluedeneb

[magdavirtute]

[ refill ] (for bluedeneb; maybe they're having a nice "Eldrid" lunch together)

@bluedeneb

It was nice to be away from all of the distractions of the world for once, returning to a kind of simplicity Magda never thought she would miss; it was nice, quiet, and peaceful, and made even better by sharing it with someone she knew would appreciate it much the same. Lifting her cup to her lips to take a drink, she realized too late that it was empty, and had to resort to setting it back down awkardly, still in want of a drink. There was only a moment between her eyes locking into the pitcher and the impulse that told her hand to reach for it, but in that moment Deneb beat her to it. 

Surprised, she let her hand fall back into her lap and watched her glass slowly fill. “Oh- thank you, you didn’t have to...”

[incistyx]

✦ = being well-dressed (bluedeneb)

A long day in the lab called for a nice night of relaxation, anything to break away from her pages of notes and test results. Cleaning up, she managed to get almost all of the blood out of her skirt, leaving a few faint spots here and there, before leaving the medical bay. She hummed quietly to herself until she spotted the Torao, looking remarkably neater than usual. 

“What’s the occasion?” she asked, raising curious eyebrows. 

[hvshi-cowboy]

commission for @bluedeneb / @reynavaleria 

chick for better quality!!!

commissions are still open! 

[schlemicl]

❛Everyone who knew his face is dead.❜ Deneb stared down at their dead target, a large paw resting on the spy's shoulder to keep him steady.

GOT S07 E01-04 Quotes : [ ACCEPTING ]

His breathing was quick, dark eyes widened at the sight before him. The fight that had just happened between the three was intense and left the spy winded. After chasing the mark down for the longest of time it was easy to say that this mission had certainly tested his stamina. Luckily at the end of it all, he had succeeded in that challenge and was now able to rest. A heavy huff before breathless words left pale lips. “Except for us.”

@bluedeneb

[a-beast-of-prey]

Not in the list, but how about K' accidentally falling asleep on Deneb and she wakes him up?

@bluedeneb [X]

He’d entered Nova’s common room with two thick sets of files tucked under one arm, a growing need for coffee, and a headache, having left Lakonna behind in the briefing room to deal with Valeria’s and the UPR captain’s loud and heated back and forth so he could get stuck into the “homework” both bosses had assigned him in peace. From the roa: information on a mark to study. From the Valkyrie: a slew of schematics, profiles, and a carefully constructed fake persona and backstory he’d need to learn and adopt to prepare him for a stealthy deep cover op.

The torao’s presence in the middle of the room, sitting cross-legged and sharpening her spear, had come as a surprise; he’d assumed she never really strayed from her home planet. But seeing as she was aboard this ship, she must have signed on with the Universe Defence Squad at some point. He would’ve asked when it happened and what prompted it, but he was too tired and too busy to care, instead wordlessly plopping beside her to begin thumbing through the mark’s file first, simply because it was the less bulky of the two.

He didn’t get very far in before unconsciousness blindsided him, the words in his lap blurring incomprehensibly then fading to complete darkness long before his head tilted and found a place against her thick shoulder. The pages fell from their perch, slipping from loose fingers to spill across the floor. He heard none of it, breathing deep and even through parted lips as he unknowingly indulged in a dreamless and much-needed sleep.

It was the usual that prompted it: successive days of little or no sleep thanks to insomnia and a generous dash of nightmares. And the inevitable crash as the lingering buzz of too many energy drinks consumed hours ago could no longer keep him powering through jobs had only sped the inevitable process along. And the rhythmic scraping of blade on whetstone had probably helped lull him towards rest, too.