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[mrs-scarecrow]

Even as a hunter Naib is an excellent cuddler~

The Hound concept belongs to @gurkhasblade

[askthedemolitionist]

👀

Send me 👀 and I’ll tell you my muse’s first impression of yours // @gurkhasblade​

“Oh!!!!”

Rocket likes Naib! Rocket likes Naib a lot!!! – even if he’s only been here for a short amount of time and…. unfortunately thinks that maybe Naib doesn’t like him…? He hopes not!! That makes him sad.. But!! He understands that not everybody is for somebody! And maybe he’s just biased, because Naib just.. reminds him of… something– a cherished object of his from simpler times.

“Well – Don’t spread this around!! But–!!!”

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“I have had this stuffed bear!! He was the cutest and I loved him!! He was the cutest little bear ever and we would eat together and play together and sing together and go, go catching butterflies together and it was so much fun!! His name was Mister Handsome-pants! He was a Valentine’s Day gift from my mom!! My MOM!! I miss my mom..!!” 

“But during one of our adventures, Mister Handsome-pants took a tumble..!! It was THE WORST! I’m sorry Mister Handsome-pants….There were tears all along his arms, head, belly… and his muzzle.”

“Mom spent all night trying to stitch him back up. She even put him in a little hospital gown and everything.. and she told me that he’ll be okay. And he was!! Mom never lies! My best friend was okay and happy!! Maybe his smile was a lil funny but I don’t care! I still love him!!”

“So when I saw that Naib had the same stitches along his mouth – I, I immediately thought about Mister Handsome-pants!! Maybe they would’ve became friends!!! Best friends for everybody!!!!!”

[askmisterripper]

❣ (don't judge me, let naib be a disaster)

12. A kiss to your muse’s shoes. 

Boy oh boy, I do love being a footrest :)

Your ass is grass Mercenary~

[askthexplorer]

❣ <:3c

@gurkhasblade // 9.  – a bleeding / bloody kiss.

[prxspector-blog]

@gurkhasblade || Norton & Naib

“The exit gates are open!”

“Don’t rescue me!”

“Don’t move, I’m coming!”

“The hunter is near me!”

Matches can be very grueling, and for someone with a lung disease like Norton it can definitely slow him down. It’s the one thing he hates whenever the match goes on for longer than needed, but as long as they win and he sees his teammates safe and happy he can be a withering, wheezing mess on the floor for all he cares.

This time, however, he has to make an exception.

Now, normally Norton doesn’t meddle with how other people live their lives as long as it isn’t too self-destructive. They can do whatever they want to do, and he respects that. But a certain Mercenary really concerns him, especially from their previous match.

He didn’t notice it when the match ended earlier; how the ex-soldier looked more tired than usual, the way he would purposefully avoid seeing Emily when it was practically a routine for them all at this point.

The Prospector sighed as he followed the other, ignoring how his lungs screamed at him to rest. Catching the other’s arm before he could escape out into the hallways towards the dorms, Norton started tugging the other back to the manor’s clinic.

“Oh no you don’t,” he all but wheezed out. “If you don’t want to see Emily, then I’m treating you myself.”

[ask-aesop]

The fusion of Naib and Aesop made by @gurkhasblade​ which is Here

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My headcanon is that he’s mute due to his PTSD and Autism and he refuses to learn ASL. So he just does whatever he wants and writes down everything. He also grave robs in the middle of matches and hits hunters with his shovel.

[old-aesop-blog-archive]

💭

Oddly enough, Aesop doesn’t start out answering as much as he’s begun writing quietly. A pregnant pause ensues, that is, before he glances up from the sheet - however, it appears he’s reading off of it, trying to memorize the words. Despite his best efforts, his memory isn’t promising, especially due to the brain fog coming about of informing another of how you feel about them. That, and Naib could occasionally appear intimidating.

“He doesn’t care enough about himself, which is a rarity in most circles I’ve been a participant of. For someone who continues to save everyone else through one method or another, he doesn’t stop to think about how valuable he’s become. It’s odd that he can be cocky, however - It’s not at all that he lacks confidence, I admire that, and find it admirable that he can conduct himself without thinking to how others might perceive him.”His brows furrow, a hand reaching his forehead as if to block anyone’s view of him as, under the surgical mask, the mortician’s visage contorted into a frown.

“I wish I could have that confidence. It comes only rarely. I envy him. That is not to say I discount his own troubles; it seems a good portion of us all have been through some tragedy. I feel terrible that I can’t alleviate some of those problems, it’s difficult to watch him in pain, mattering on the situation. Sometimes, I recognize I’ve become desensitized to pain through my own line of work. We all need some form of help, if only he would accept when it’s offered to him.”

A pause. A deep breath. Talking is difficult, even with a pre-planned message. Did he say anything that could be taken as offensive?

“But I’m a hypocrite. Anyways, while I can’t entirely relate to his shellshock, at the very least I’m aware of how unpleasant loud noises can be, especially from gunfire, or even a growing crowd. It’s difficult to imagine that paired with some such things being a reminder of war, which is horrid in and of itself. The death toll is too great for our country to be holding that as anything positive. He goes through enough on a regular basis, it’s a bit muddled as to why he’s here. Adrenaline isn’t a worthy excuse. Does he realize the weight of the mistake he made? Of course, again, despite his confidence, he doesn’t conjure any of it as to realize he could do with some care.

That other people care for him, and if he doesn’t care for himself, he could do with using others caring as a reason.”

He’d only written the equivalent of footnotes, small notations of which to remember more lengthy things, but now, there’s nothing else on the sheet.

“Mister Subedar is…a good man, who I look up to at times.” A pause. Something still feels missing, but it’s not on the sheet, so he continues to nervously tap the sheet against his hand, as if using that to generate another sentence via osmosis of words into flesh.

“I wish I were that strong. I wish I didn’t have to rehearse my lines. He needs to care more for himself, or I might remind him to, and if I have to remind him, I will become irritable very quickly.”

There’s still something missing, but mulling over it too long will become upsetting, so there, he’s finished.

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ooc; The fem!event was held off for this one as it wasn’t a drawn ask.

[expluere]

“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S  ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting !

      HE IS ELDRITCH’S ANGEL:  screaming / writhing / mourning the hot hot halo grit between his own teeth. there is a whole scorching horror located inside of him and he has no interest in that. this is an all too familiar scene for kurt, the heavy plumage of weight tackled onto the concerts of ache,  found in earth - bound vagabonds. kurt could say, ‘ finally! someone up to my speed ! ’ but this is a realm discernible from his own ; he himself is the nightingale in the seams :  he flits about and instead seeks solace in the warmth of his book. his gentle, calloused fingers that trailed the sliver of words that bounce off its own muted pages, famished of a world splintered off his skin, they make its way to the cliff of the page and turns with a harnessed crinkle.

      there’s a tender bridge to the calamity that harvests within naib. kurt is ever so mindful of this —- he is the same after all. to covet this humanity is the same to covet its horrors.

            ❝ is that so? ❞ are you comfortable? or are you so used to being weaned on chaos?                  ❝ you’re as brooding as ever !  come – have a seat! i’ll show you a sanctuary you’ve never seen before. ❞   his books.      //    @gurkhasblade