#bryghter

[theboatbuilderswife]

@bryghter

                 && I plotted a thread

                                          ❝ Let her in - ❞  she had been watching, a tad amused actually. The whole coven was monitored heavily by cameras hanging on every corner throughout the grand mansion, and while - apart from the training area - the mansion seemed to visibly lack any other technology, she had a proper laptop on her desk in her private chambers, for one was nothing without such machinery nowadays. Not to mention, it brought enough entertainment during strangely rare quiet nights like these - or what it was supposed to be.

     ❝ What exactly makes you think you are welcome here? ❞  fingers snapped, dismissing the death dealers that had brought the woman in. In a slow pace Helga moved around her desk, pale brows raised in a questioning manner.  ❝ You’re taking quite the risk. Don’t try anything stupid. I believe you have done your research before coming here. Don’t think you are safe. ❞

[soldiiered-blog]

          “ ⸻  okay,  in my defense,  they  STARTED IT. ”  it’s  true enough.  sure,  he’d sought them out,  but they  had  fired the first shots.  who knew being a truly  awful  human being came with a heaping helping of  PARANOIA  ? ?  “ and they were scumbags,  if that helps any  ? ? ” 

          please don’t call the cops  . . .  things get messy when people call the cops.  the us government doesn’t exactly like  bailing out  its hired guns.  particularly not lincoln’s  PARTICULAR  breed of hired gun. 

          “ maybe you should just pretend you didn’t  see this. ”   

/ starter request for @bryghter .

[oftorchwood-blog]

@bryghter | liked this weirdly specific starter call

      “It should be put on record that I have never made pancakes from a box mix or otherwise before. So... there’s a reason for my failure.”

              Lukas sighed and wiped a bit of the powder off of his shirt, staring at the bowl defiantly.

[qceenmother]

          “I really don’t think that’s the best way to go about it,”           she knew it wasn’t what the other wanted to hear, but            it was her honest opinion. “I am sure we can find some           other way to get your memories back--we just need a            little time and patience.”

@bryghter wanted a starter

[chartedworlds-blog]

@bryghter

Out of sight he watched as a pack of drowners darted through the trees screeching, wobbling, and blinding fast, their bruise-blue feet kicking up mud and water. They never acted like this, though. They were scavengers who frenzied over the scraps of dead bodies. That is, until the moment they laid their wide eyes on a sole traveler, and out there, her blonde hair was too clean, too bright, against the damp bark. It was her they wanted.

She was human. She had a sword, could turn around and hunt him down. But what if she wouldn’t? There was no time to think about it. Drawing his bow, an arrow cut through the air and it plunged deep into a drowner's neck, slapping it into a puddle where it squealed, writhed, then died. The others spun around looking for the source. Valathaan eyed her far in the distance. 

Get out of there.

[strangestviking]

@bryghter   continued   x

                       OPEN HANDS WERE DEFENSIVELY POSITIONED in between the space between them in a   p l a y f u l   manner .. TRULY MEANT, but with LACK OF HEART  thanks to the  ❝  Oh no, no–  ❞  his hands fall on his sides  (  one bent to the side to lean a small amount of weight on his arm  )    ❝  I  MEAN  to say that  TONGUES  around the army speak  poetry of your magnificence and unlikeness in your battle skills.     WHICH   in my opinion...  is  too much flattery for a shieldmaiden from Lagertha’s earldom–  ❞

[kingofashcs-blog]

                         ❛   i have heard your steps a thousands feet away ,        is there a reason for you to follow me for this long ?   ❜   //  @bryghter

[hesaflirt-blog]

@bryghter  ;  starter

Regardless of both Mack and Coulson’s doubts that an asgardian would have any interest in dating a terran, West seemed to think he could charm just about anybody and he intended to prove his point. His teammates stood idly by as the inhuman strutted over to Ryen as they were flying back from a successful mission on the Zephyr, “Today went well. You were badass out there,” he told her, letting a smirk spread across his rugged features, “Are all asgardians as skilled as you are, or are you just special?”