#fategrabbed

[redshcdes-archived]

@fategrabbed​ troll’d:

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.” from karkat :3

* Misc // Accepting

Her pusher felt like it was caught in her throat, having caused the teal blood to freeze in place. As if she didn’t hear those words correctly. ... He didn’t mean it like -- No. No ... As if.

Like hell was she going to let herself look like a fool in front of Karkat. Hasn’t she enough with him? This game of push, pull, push, push, pull, push, push push... She was getting tired.

A heavy exhale brushes passed her lips, as if she were holding her breath. Her arms cross as a hip pivots. “OH? Is THAT so?” she’d begin, giving her signature grin as she ignores the tingling warmth on her face. “Well I’m going to just have to REMIND you that you said this when I give you your LARP costume! And drag you over to my hive to draw with me! OR whenever I get to get a taste of that SWEET candy red from your little grub face!”

[yuribrd]

@fategrabbed​ gets a little starter — ( BYLETH )

          ❝ You know, most people said you were dead, all those years. ❞   His expression might’ve appeared more glad, were it not for something less so in his eyes.   ❝ I’m impressed!  You certainly had me fooled.  But I suppose it is better to be a fool who gets to see their friend alive than... the alternative. ❞   A shrug, as he realizes he doesn’t really care to finish the full version of his long-winded diatribe.  Notably then, his tone drops, with no more flourish.   ❝ Things have been rough.  I imagine it’s no different for you now too.  If there’s anything you need, just say the word. ❞

[fomorias]

@fategrabbed​ / starter.

      ❝ Byleth? You seem troubled. What can I assist you with? ❞

[patroklides-archive]

night terrors.   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare. pearl -> steven     /     @fategrabbed​ (accepting)

SHE HAD BEEN ALARMED, at first, by how much he needed to sleep; it’s no wonder humans have never managed to travel any further than their moon when they only live about eighty years or so and spend so, so much of it just … sleeping. [ and if steven is half-gem, shouldn’t he only need to sleep half as much as a human? did he really need to sleep eight whole hours every night? ]

         and when a human is asleep, how are you supposed to know if there’s something wrong? they’re such delicate, fragile lifeforms — they constantly have to consume energy and expel waste and breathe oxygen to survive, and what if he forgets to breathe one night and none of them notice? no — she has to stay nearby, in case he needs her.

         so she doesn’t mean to hover — or, well, she does, but only because she’s worried! after she lost — that is, if something happened to him, what would she —

         “ steven! “ at the first shriek of distress, she flings herself onto the floor beside his bed, catching one thrashing hand in hers. “ are you alright? are you breathing? do you need to use the — ” she doesn’t have time to finish before he’s flinging himself into her arms, shaking and whimpering into her chest.

         dreams. garnet had mentioned that once before, hadn’t she? the imaginary stories that humans see when they sleep. could a dream have this effect on a human? [ he’s so small, she thinks. she was never this small. never this fragile. what’s a pearl to do? ]

         she lifts a hand and slowly, gingerly pats him on the back. “ there, there, ” she sighs, tears welling up in her own eyes even as she does so. “ it’s alright. i’m here. ”

[cowlgbt]

@fategrabbed​​ from here. 

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝙰   𝙻𝙾𝚃   𝙸𝙽   𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽:      they’re   both   in   shades   of   bloodshed,   carmine   slinking   the   brim   of   her   cape   just   like   it   splashes   dark   the   bullet   of   his   mask.      he   has   a   gun      ;      hers   tucks   into   her   holster.      she,   too,   likes   to   pair   a   scything   smirk   with   her   cowl   from   time   to   time.      

“      bet   he   loves   it   when   you   call   him   b.      ”            kate   doesn’t   need   to   try   her   hand   at   redeeming   the   robins   that   batman   could   call   rogue      ;      she   has   a   sister   of   her   own   on   the   run,   tipped   into   rabbit   hole      &      𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳.      in   a   way,   she   gets   his   sharp-toothed   grinning   as   much   as   she   understands   the   dry   vermouth   of   a   wit   that   he   flings   out   in   every   direction   like   the   contradiction   of   carefully   aimed   shotgun   splatter.      she’s   still   tending   that   unweeded   garden   of   the   flagrant   urge   to   find   her   own   way,      to   drag   her   way   out   of   the   mire   of   fitting   herself   into   a   soldier’s   uniform   to   fend   for   herself      &      serve.         “         anyone   tell   you   that   you’ve   got   a   yen   for   gallows   humor,   hood?      ”   

they’re   jawing   in   the   ink   black   like   it’s   nothing   more   than   a   social   call,   but   kate   has   the   infrared   shielding   tipped   down   in   crimson   spyglass   over   her   eyes.      scoring   the   horizon   trawls   up   a   series   of   blurry-bright   spots   looming   closer.      her   gaze   narrows.         

“      𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽   𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂   𝙸𝙽   𝙴𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃.      ”      the   long   curve   of   her   spine   unfurls   until   it’s   straight      &      stalwart.      she’s   a   symbol,   too,   wind   slapping   the   beating   curtain   of   her   cape,   the   spines   of   her   mask   contrasting   hard   against   the   loose   pool   of   sallow   street   lamps      &      starlight.         “         -----         let’s   see   if   you’re   as   quick   with   your   fists   as   you   are   with   the   standup.      ”