#deathbysharptongue

[infiltrcte-blog]

@deathbysharptongue [<3]

            “Hey Azama.”

            The small archer approached the priest, a smile decorating             her face as her exposed eye twinkled with perhaps interest             for once in her life. Setsuna typically appeared rather             indifferent in most situations unless she was trapped or             being insulted complimented. But today the woman in             turquoise seemed quite eager to say something.

            “Knock knock.”

[torndragonprincess-blog]

@deathbysharptongue answered your ask:"I think you have a concussion."

“...Oookay Azama, up you get.”  This princess may not have healing abilities, but she was able to heft the so-called monk without much trouble.  “We’re just going to go find someone to heal you up, hm?”  She knew it was a bad idea for him to go to sleep while he was in this kind of state so she didn’t want him lying down, and she was careful not to move his head or neck too much as she lifted and began to carry him.  It was a bit awkward given he was taller than she was, but she’d carried much heavier things in weight training before.

“I’d turn into a dragon to carry you but I’m not sure you could hang on.”

[camplazlow-blog]

Mako, Ryuko? Nonon? RAGYO? NUI?

GUESS MY FAVES // accepting

MAKO!!! she was my fc for a while tho i think that was before my fe days

Fire Emblem Fates  LASLOW: A Lot Of People

Fire Emblem Fates round 2 electric boogaloo  ODIN: feltreecia and performartyr

Fire Emblem Awakening

Haikyuu

Kill La Kill MANKANSHOKO MAKO! @deathbysharptongue

Pokemon Special

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle FAI: endeerment

Overwatch

League of Legends ( not my main )

FLCL

[madkingtrashking-archive]

deathbysharptongue replied to your post:oH NOOOO IT WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA RE-READING KOE NO...

why you would do that to yourself

bECAUSE I SAW THE TRAILER OF THE MOVIE/OVA IDK OF IT THEN I GOT NOSTALGIC NOW IM REREADING AND AAAAAAGHH

[sultryblood-blog]

✖ lol what

4. neck kiss.

his violence gets the best of him.  he’s pissed - furious even and he knocks the documents off the desk in a fit of growling rage, slamming his bruised fist into the wall with little care for the pain inevitably to follow.  saizo, with no desire to rein in his temper, captures azama’s wrists, pressing him into the wall regardless of the other’s protests.  so, the priest might have become something like a stress ball the ninja can bite and bruise whenever he needs it, but azama doesn’t really complain ( yes, he does ).  still, azama has the power to stop this whenever he feels like it, whenever he wants.

if nobody knew better, they might worry for the priest because saizo has murder in his eyes, but nobody ever knows the difference whether the ninja might kiss you or kill you.  sometimes, it’s both.  

his grip is powerful, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave bruises blossoming on the other’s wrists, but saizo’s lips are strangely gentle against the priest’s jaw.  he peppers kisses along the grizzly line before meeting neck and saizo has half a mind to tear teeth into the muscle, taste the blood in his mouth and relish in the iron.

but he chooses to kiss instead.

[royalcherryblossombean-blog]

The young priestess looks at her crush from afar, thinking on how to approach him but nothing came to mind. She was so shy when it came to her crush.

[ofthelace-blog]

                                                ( @deathbysharptongue. || partially continued from ❤. )

     In the moment-- his lips against hers, the pregnant pause in the moments afterwards, stumbling words on his end and ire building on hers-- she’d had the words taken from her, interrupted by others with armfuls of silverware and the rest of the meal’s ingredients. Smoke met her nose and other things had her attention, although her gaze was distant, smile drawn thin and back turned to the coward of a man as though he were not in the room.

     Now, however, it is different. Her grip is iron against his wrist, voice sickeningly sweet and close to his ear as she apologizes profusely, but his presence is absolutely required in the healer’s tent, he’ll be right back! Promise!

( A lie, but with fury practically dripping from every movement, who could dare to challenge her? )

     They’re out of earshot and away from prying eyes before the smile and words turn dark, taking a fistful of his shirt to bring him to her level, absolutely livid.

     “So? What the heck was that? And don’t try getting out of it with one of your speeches about divine intervention, or fate, or whatever.”