#cawfulkiller

[ask-frederick]

"Trick or treat, Frederick?! Nyaha, I'm kidding, you get a treat tonight!" Henry plops down a potato in Frederick's hand. There's a crude face carved superficially on one side, and a bit of sticky resin is covering a hole in the top. It's actually full of molasses! What a treat.

“Henry, this is… er, very kind of you. I never imagined that a… uh, an uncooked potato could be turned into an autumntime snack. You must be… *ahem* very proud of your handiwork.”

“That said, I’m afraid I cannot eat this right now; I’ve a day’s work ahead of me and I hardly need a sugar crash throwing my day off.”

“Heavens, what’s that look for? Ugh, fine: just one bite. Hwooooo… Haaaaa…. All right, I’m going to do it…”

“…. *gulp* …Oh heavens, I think I’m going to be ill–”

“…suited for my day if I continue to gorge myself on this thoughtful snack. Huurk! Thank you for that, Henry. Please help yourself to a treat from my basket and enjoy the rest of the Festival. I… I need to visit the latrine before I head off to the training yard.”

[invisibleimpossibilities]

if robin had the chance to punch one shepherd with no consequence who is it and why

I can’t say I’d actually wish to at all. I consider myself a patient woman. I can work around people’s faults, and if I really wanted to punish someone… well, heh… there are far more effective means than what a soldier would consider a meager and temporary pain.

However… truly no consequences? Including my own guilt or a ruining of friendship? Humm… you know, sometimes when Maribelle so oft looks down her nose at me… I do find myself fighting the urge to break it.

Hah… seeing the mighty fall. What a lowborn thought to harbor, huh?

[valflame]

[afilado-blog1]

Where did this trash gremlin come from why is he so cute

[echoedfates-archive]

❝ Happy Birthday, Frederick! ❞ 

Henry bounded up to the knight, gift tucked under his arm, only pulling it out and brandishing when he was already well within Frederick’s personal space bubble.

For what it is, it’s well-made, and the fur ( ? ) is soft to the touch.

❝ What do you think?  It’s a Freddy-bear!  Or that’s what I’ve decided to call it. ❞ 

@cawfulkiller

“...I don’t know what to say.”

“No, really. I don’t know what to say.”

[siderealsmoke]

@cawfulkiller 

The night is warm, and a breeze pulls her hair out from under her cloak, waving around the edges of her mask that obscures the markings on her face. Gloves on her hands and the long sleeves keep the blue light she radiates from slipping out, boots thumping slightly against the dirt of the village paths, as she traces the same steps walked by the Shepherds earlier that morning.

One doorstep, she leaves two vulneraries for the sick pregnant woman, bread and aged cheese wrapped in cloth, and a sack full of coins. 

Her pack is shifted to her back, then she flits to the next door, another sack of coins.

The next door, a painstakingly crafted handmade doll for the tiny girl who wept when her precious toy fell into the muddy puddles beneath the convoy of the army, destroyed beneath their weight, three thin blankets, a pouch of medicinal herbs.

One after another she drifts from, only to freeze in the middle of the path on the outside edge of the village, as a noise, faint as can be, ( a twig snapping, perhaps? ) catches her attention. Her head swivels to face into the darkness of the tree line, the slots of her mask that reveal her eyes radiating blue light. 

Breeze lifting her dark brown cloak, waving behind her, she looks...wraith like, perhaps like some spirit. This mystery woman hovers, watching, waiting for anything, and then, with fleet, swift movements, she is disappearing from the pathway, directly into the trees, opposite of the sound, aware she’s being followed.

[ofimitations]

@cawfulkiller

[knoll-good-deed]

cawfulkiller replied to your post “Nya ha, I found a magazine and it said that this was a good question...”

"Aw, c'mon, Knoll, I just wanted to bond with you!!"

“We can bond over a campfire Henry.”