#hellspuppet

[choseachother-blog]

“How did you - we - just let this happen?”

@hellspuppet .

[loveforgedarchive]

♟

@hellspuppet || meme || accepting. 

(♟: patching up a wound. )

           it was CHILDISH wasn’t it? ( pathetic, even. ) but it was the only way he seemed to afford her the attention she so wanted; that she missed. purposely jordan would endure scrape after scrape. fracture after fracture. smear after smear of crimson across faded ink … just for a taste of attention. just to catch a glimpse of CARE he seemed so desperate to keep hidden. she wasn’t ready yet. to believe the man she knew before this grand collapse was gone. & she’ll do it again, she already knows she will. because she’s not ready. “ i’m sorry … it won’t happen again. “ she’s not ready for whats to come.

[hellchased-blog]

                       TO THOSE ACCUSING ME OF LAMP ABUSE:   i have been   wronged   by the lamps.   it is my right to protect myself.   that is all.

[banefulfury-blog]

written for @hellspuppet. 

        the door to his cabin creaks open and she doesn’t bother hurrying to dress herself. standing, she turns to face him, a pair of jeans she has yet to put on dangling in her hands. the brunette wears nothing but a tank top and a pair of panties as a dark brow arches at him as he enters.           “ i borrowed your shower, hope you don’t mind.” she gives a nonchalant shrug of her shoulder. now she’s just trying to get a rise out of him. ( as if she wasn’t trying to before. )

[banefulfury-blog]

look who fricken decided to wake. up.

[gutteredsoul-blog]

honestly ... fights deab :/

don’t try to fight the pinto dean

dOn’t do it

[phantomstrings]

written for @hellspuppet. 

          “ okay-----no talky before coffee. ”  

[varseke-blog]

✳ [ @hellspuppet​ ]

                               the muddled materials in the nondescript wooden bowl cast off an       ungainly scent as they singe & crackle. a slender hand wafts the smoke AWAY,        causing it to curl over scratches of chalk, etching out some complex pattern. light        but emotionless hues look across the table just in time to watch a FIGURE appear out        of thin air --- well, at least he solved the problem of the archaic summoning. he stretches        back up to his full height, arms finding a comfortable position over his chest as he looks        his counterpart OVER. upon first assessment, he can find no panic, no visible injuries,        no unworldly relief at being extracted from a bad situation. after allowing a BEAT of        silence to pass, he calmly shrugs his shoulders. ❝ ---- you've been ignoring my calls. ❞