#frenzie

[namorfetish]

uhmmm hi namor nation. first frenzie post ever. do we like it. yes or no.

[clawedxmoon]

Grunts of pain and struggle seem to echo in the wilderness, because some birds started to fly away as soon as they heard the feline yelp in pain. A beartrap, of all things to get stuck into - with a potential bear nearby. Zeza muffled a sob as she tried to open the jaws, but failed miserably and ended up cutting her clawed hand along the way. Footsteps that sounded heavy and clanky approached, causing the feline to struggle some more out of fear it might very well be that hunter, and potentially mistaken her for the beast. ❝Nonono! Stay back! I'm no beast!❞ She cries out, shrinking slightly in fear of the armored man that made his appearance. Her tail curled slightly, fur standing up. Gods, what an embarrassing way to be found. At least she is being found now than when she's bled out, in truth.

Starter for @frenzie -Vyke

[lemonspades]

Soundwave and the cassettes. Megatron’s most devoted disciple. Also Ratbat is still an old senator, he got cursed into being a bat cause he was a jerk, but he’s since gotten better ^v^ 

[necremant]

@frenzie. ⸻ °｡

Knowledge that Daphne is sure may be more useful to else at the Hold than her, but knowledge she'd have him share with her regardless some other time. It isn't so much that she dismisses Thiollier's politeness as she does mean to reassure and placate. It, of course, is presented with a bit more bite than intended, but such was the doll's nature.

       ❝ Kindness should not be done with expectation.   - Quit fretting. ❞   Another slow, gentle glide of the comb and the Revenant does all she can not to pull through the nots, to use nimble and delicate fingers to pluck out what debris prevents smooth passing. She would not be satisfied with only the bare minimum. Silken locks would be restored, even to their fluffy and perfect braids, no matter how long it would take her. It was the least that could be done on her part for his kindness, weightless as he might think it to be. It would always remain important to her. It would remain something for her to repay despite the sentiment she'd just implored upon Thiollier. Still...  it reminds her in her hypocrisy to, at least, offer some forgiveness.

       ❝ You may brush mine in turn if you feel so inclined. ❞   Another pull, soft but insistent, and she believes she's achieved the cleanliness desired. One, two more passes and the comb slips through silken locks like a breeze. Daphne would smile if her painted lips would allow. For now, the warmth to her voice would have to suffice.   ❝ Just a little more... Then I could braid them together again... ❞   As though making the declaration to them both. Daphne does not rush the rest of her movements. If anything, she is finding peace in the slow method. Rhythm in the long, relished sweeps of the comb. A reminder of some distant memory. A remembrance that brings a fondness to her hollow chest.

In no time at all, she's finished. At least with the brushing. She reaches then to offer the comb to Thiollier, motioning for one of the hair ties instead.

       ❝ If you still feel unclean, we can bathe. ❞   Deft hands work apart their hair in sections, taking her time to smooth them out as she begins weaving them into braids.   ❝ I do not mind doing your hair again, either. It'll be easier to clean anyhow, now that I've combed it. ❞

[gryffn]

@frenzie, sarmenti: you look terrible. come into the shade.

the past few days of travel had seemed longer than usual by undeniable measure, and lazare has had little to show for it beyond a gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach and a weariness too obvious for his liking. occupied dwellings had been far and few between, with nothing of use to be found in those abandoned or populated by the dead. the only game to be found was small, while no fish bit at waterways that turned out only to be good for baths and the refilling of waterskins. none of the camps he had encountered had been willing to let a witcher sit at their fire; lazare had hardly seen the use in employing axii to change their minds. his food stores have slowly dwindled.

though, as he has often found, small snatches of respite can come in the most unexpected of times.

lazare draws zephyr to a slow stop as he stares hard at the stranger that had beckoned to him. he had been guiding his mare by a lead rope for at least a league now, intended to give her a break in their monotonous travel. the stranger sits at a tidy camp struck in the shade of a copse of trees, and from her the witcher sense no malice or ill-intent. he had meant to walk past, wary of another denial, but the welcome had presented itself.

slowly, not cautious but measured, lazare makes for the stranger and her camp, zephyr snorting softly behind them as they move into the soft grass and off the old road they had been on.

"long days of travel," he offers as flat explanation. he is not willing to agree to if he looks terrible or not insomuch that he would rather not think of it at all.

[prophetyse]

❛ hmm . . . it's got to be here somewhere ❜ she's got one hand on her chin, holding the bone in thought. her other hand is holding onto sabina. dragging her along on this little journey to find a misplaced document. sarmenti could have just gone looking for it herself but going together is always more efficient. at least those were her thought when she started taking sabina with her. ❛ have you seen the scroll on the way ? i could have sworn i left it here. ❜ / from sarmenti !

there’s something endearing about sarmenti and the ease she has around her. enough that she lets herself be grabbed and dragged around to find a scroll. a scroll that is apparently not one of the many that she can currently see. “i’ve seen a lot of scrolls. i assume it’s none of these.” her eyes whipping around at the piles of parchment that sarmenti is ignoring  “perhaps if you described it. i would actually be able to help you.” there’s a small smile on her face as she speaks, surprisingly amused at the whole situation.

[faesomnia]

sender kisses receiver's knuckles. / from zhongli to venti !

↪ 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

A  warm  night  overlooking  the  harbor  is  about  as  amorous  a  date  could  get.  Scheduled  weeks  in  advance  following  the  end  of  Lantern  Rite,  they  still  only  just  arrived  the  day  prior.  Opting  to  leave  their  lover  in  anticipation,  they  kept  out  of  sight  until  now.  Both  are  patient  beings,  but  having  the  power  to  pluck  away  at  threads  of  composure  has  the  addictive  feeling  of  a  thrill.  Donning  loose  linen  garments  that  flow  with  each  breath  of  wind,  Venti  saunters  to  meets  him  at  the  balcony  as  planned.  Their  hands  outstretch  to  embrace  hisᅳlips  meeting  the  fair  skin  across  knuckles.  A  knowing  smile  and  titter  follows  as  they  step  closer,  the  gap  between  them  both  decreasing.

❝ Never  letting  me  forget  how  much  of  a  romantic  you  can  be.  Not  that  I'm  complaining. ❞