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[yuhl]

 @fcrtunae replied to your post: that chicken looks dry.... real dry

I :clap: THINK :clap: IT :clap: LOOKS :clap: DELICIOUS. :clap: :clap: :clap: 10/10 would eat.

kjfsd my sweet love here to give me words of kindness . im lub u my angel <3 

[lightshielded]

fcrtunae replied: { bra.um and jar.van having an arm wrestling competition pws } fcrtunae replied: { both of them lifting the earth with some jumps- }

bra.um would win HANDS DOWN. our big iceborn fav is called the strongest man alive for a reason! tho - i think bra.um, from the depths of his heart, would let jarv win every couple cause he just be like that

[herbounty]

a loud bang goes off . warning shot . the pistol is pointed straight at the Card Master , and smile is seen for the first time on the bounty hunter`s face . finger off the trigger and she places Shock back into the holster . there`s fire in her eyes . the bounty she attempted claim many years ago stands before her , but she does not reach out to him to cash him in . she stands before him as an ally .  ———  gangplank has nearly destroyed what`s left of the Serpent Isle`s , and this is the night she will take him down . first , she must acquire the “ bait “ so that everything will be in motion .

                    ❛    sorry . just making our whereabouts known to a few men , but that`s me not getting straight to the point . i`ll be blunt . i would like to hire you to do something for me . are you up for that ?    ❜

for now , she`ll refrain from bringing up any sort of payment as she believes this man won`t make it out alive . the tides will burn soon , and she`ll make sure the Reaver King doesn`t see the light of day . as for those who die in her honor ... they`ll be missed by someone ( just not her . )

@fcrtunae

[agonyled]

fcrtunae replied to your post: eve’s a morosexual pass it on 

does that mean she likes Moroccans? owo { jdfkljLKFJD }

      ❝ no. wrong. now take off your clothes, love. ❞

[yuhl]

@fcrtunae replied to your post:  @fcrtunae replied to your post: ...

anything for u my lub owo

write with me B)

[essence-flux-primed]

blows one kiss, happy sweetheart / heartseekers.

⋆ — Grabs it in midair and bites down on it to make sure it’s genuine. Yep, seems to be a kiss of good quality. Tosses it in the air and lets it land in his palm to see if it’s heads or tails. 

     ...... 

     Offers a wink before tucking the kiss away in his back pocket. 

[offsct-a]

fate. ( trickster ) —— @fcrtunae​

his head lifts at the statement, looking back to the woman with a crease in his brow, a CONCERNED tightness to his lips. the weather had been cooler, recently, a phenomena that is rare in the warmer climate of Bilgewater. with that, he moves swiftly, easily swinging off that leather coat & draping it upon the other’s shoulders, the coat large upon her smaller frame. he then removes that beloved hat, placing it upon the other’s head with a crooked grin, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he straightens his own shirt sleeves with a fluid movement, ignoring whatever looks he may be receiving from Quinn’s feathered companion from up above.

&&. “ it may be an old wive’s tale, but i’ve heard that you lose heat through th’ head. better safe than sorry. ”

in truth , quinn didn’t expect tobias to hear her words. the winds rarely blew cold in bilgewater , but she still berates herself for being ILL - PREPARED. valor had already squawked at her once in admonishment today , she didn’t want her keen - eared companion to hear. so quinn had used a voice barely above a whisper —— she isn’t the complaining type anyways. with a small sound of surprise , the ranger’s cheeks WARM as her companion drapes his coat over her shoulders. her hands reach out to pull the large coat in towards her shivering body as the extra item was placed upon her head gently. quinn smiles , grateful as she begins warms up. for a man who NEVER appears without his hat , he surely parts with it easily when she had only said two simple words. 

glancing upwards towards valor , she waves rather SHEEPISHLY. the bird only squawks once and looks away. clearly , her avian companion needs some time to warm up himself towards the sight of tobias. ❛ thank you... ❜ she murmurs , perhaps even QUIETER than her previous statement. deep brown hues meets grey as quinn speaks sincerely.  ❛ I appreciate it , but won’t you get cold yourself? ❜

[essence-flux-primed]

fcrtunae:

the demand is softer than what the other must have intended, & it brings a grin to Tobias’ lips. a boy, proper and clearly out of place in the slums of Bilgewater, & it has the cardshark shaking his head as he laughs one of those low chortles, using a hand to lift that low-brimmed hat to peer upon that young man. those eyes, a clear blue, so full of YOUTH & WONDER that Tobias had lost back when he lost his people, that skin seemingly devoid of marring scars or the unkind hands of passing time. he uses that hand to stroke at the hair upon his chin, raising a brow.

&&. “ careful of what ya’ ask for, young man, ‘specially ‘round these parts of the dock. “

⋆ — “I know what I’m about.” At the very least, he acts like he does. Leaning back against a rickety wooden building, Ezreal crosses one ankle over the other and examines a bit of dirt under his nails. “This ain’t my first rodeo, ‘nd you’d do well not to forget it.” He speaks in the local, rough dialect but shifts suddenly to something distinctly ... high-born. And foreign. Piltovan. “Though I suppose you don’t get a lot of chaps like me around.” Grinning, Ezreal lets his accent level out into his natural voice—an amalgamation, untraceable. “I’m just wondering where a guy can get a drink around here. I’m parched.”