#hallowleylines

[bloodywoes]

@hallowleylines

"OH MY GOD! ITS MY KING! MY BOY! THE ONE WHO IS GOING TO (CENSOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) ME DOWN AND MAKE ME HIS MATE!!!"

"Anyway, can you grab the milk?"

[dcviated]

"Somebody needs to protect me if I turn into a worm!!!" This is a critical point of concern that needs to be addressed by somebody with proper intelligence.

[puelluna]

Starter for @hallowleylines!

Arya rarely took time to close up for any reason; one of the "perks" of running an interdimensional bar was that people came in whenever they wanted. Whenever.

Even death herself needed a break, sometimes.

When the bell rang signaling the opening of one of the doors, Arya started to say, "we're closed," but couldn't quite bring herself to. And so, what came out was,

"We're...open for one more customer, and then we gotta close up for a little bit!" she stood up straight, and beamed at the other as they entered,

"What can I get you?"

[nobleburn]

@hallowleylines continued from here

With a callous kick against the head of a corpse, Nikolette scoffed. "Well, I can't very well berate them when they're dead, can I?" And indeed, though she was more than happy to handle errant wyverns for the benefit of farmers so long as they appropriately praised her and spread word of her deed, was it not undeniable that their inability to defend their property from assailants was an indictment of their general weakness?

"Hmph." So far, her companion's disposition had not endeared him to her, and this little exchange had done little to change that. Talking to a weapon, and the concept of a weapon with some sort of spirit in the first place. Creepy. "It's no surprise. I was educated from a young age by the greatest tutors in the realm. It's natural that I'd excel."

Now, that she'd needed to use that education for something as banal and boring as mopping up common thugs was not her idea of fun, and Nikolette lodged another kick into a body. With her near-supernatural strength, it careened across the ground in no particular direction aside from out of her sight. "And when it comes to swordsmanship, I'm an important woman, with an important fiancé and, one day, important children." Certainly, it wasn't that she enjoyed fighting. "It stands to reason that being able to protect myself and my family would be a high priority, wouldn't it?"

Of course there would be attendants and bodyguards, but Nikolette wasn't the sort of person to put faith in others often, especially when it came to being stronger or more talented than her. "In fact, I was trained personally by a heroic elven count who slew demons without incurring so much as a scratch." Perhaps Tarin was the only one who she could begrudgingly concede to, and even then, only if he'd kept up his abilities in the years that had passed.

"But fine enough," she answered with a nod. "In the future, if there are any other hapless would-be assassins chasing after your head, I'd appreciate advance notice." Not that she had any concern about danger, especially not if Everitt attracted such poor opposition, but rather so she could ensure at least some onlookers were there to witness her own heroics.

[cadcnce-archived]

@hallowleylines replied to your post ““Get yourself a man like me.””:

Iona vc: I already have... he's great.

“You see this, ladies and gentleman? Proof is in the pudding. And this woman is someone to be jelly of. A round of applause for Iona, please.” 

He’s totally not biased because his partner in crime is the man in question.

[lawdriven]

( # SPICY ? ? ? ? )

@hallowleylines​ : 

She offered. He delivered.

( # HELP?????? )

She thought being eaten by another Sarkaz be hawt

instead, what she felt is PAIN. 

[petalsechoes]

Skadi might not say it, but one of her ‘pets’ is clinging onto Jester’s leg like a cat. If he were to listen in, he might make out the words ‘papa’ or something like that. 

Is this her way of saying dibs on him? Of course not! 

[dawnroyalty]

@hallowleylines​ [ You get an happi cat for this birth]

Upon her return within Rhodes island’s hallways, && divisons, there was one man that Blaze missed the most. That’s right, it’s mister hawk man himself, Anvil. The door slides open, unfortunately unable to burst it open due to one reason, namely that Kal’tist might cut her paycheck AND disappoint many operators. 

“SUP BITCH! I am BACK from the grave. How you been doing?” She walks over questioning, throwing her arms over him. “You uh... Doing okay there?” Is it just her, or she can smell depression from afar?