#knight1ies

[ignisfate]

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table / essek to blue

Oh he felt the touch of Essek's hand beneath the table, but for the most part Blue ignored it. It wasn't an easy thing, when Blue was a creature that craved contact in any form... but there was a large part of him that wanted nothing more than to see just how far Essek would take it. How much he would touch Blue in public beneath the table... would he take it further? Would he reach higher up on Blue's leg? Fuck the anticipation was killing him already.

Internally he was already a mess... but externally? He merely glanced over at Essek, and with slow actions brought the fork full of food to his mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time he takes the bite.

[madefate]

things are bad. more bad than bad. / from luz the human to hunter / @knight1ies

❝ - What the hell does that mean ?? ❞ Luz can be so cryptic sometimes - and Hunter can never tell if she means it in the way that's supposed to be funny ( is that kind of thing funny for humans ? - is it funny for anyone, actually ? he's unfortunately discovered that his definition of normal might be ... skewed ) or in the way that means yes, there's danger. So his voice comes out as a harsh whisper, frustrated and anxious.

❝ Do you mean like - ❞ Belos bad, and the thought makes his spine ache. ❝ As bad as they can get ? Do we need to - y'know, fight ? ❞

[monmuses]

@knight1ies asked: [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. ( for donnie and fenneko ) ; ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.

    It was her day off. For the first time in her life, she found some time to herself, leaning on the bench and facing an empty public playground. It was too hot for kids to be out and about, it seemed. It was a need of fresh air, sighing to herself and watching the swings idly creak in the wind.

    Perking up, she heard footsteps nearby, growing closer to the bench and a hand on the armrest.

    "Oh, uh ... am I taking your spot? Sorry ... " She mumbled, moving to the side. "Not much happening today. Not a sight to see."

[1stchild]

homura vc: are you depressed bc you're blue or blue because you're depressed

yes ... both, i think ...

[thuganomxcs]

@knight1ies sent an ask: heard you haven't fought anyone worthwhile. from botan. ➥ 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 '𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗧' 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 / open

"I mean yer not wrong. The skulls I've been knockin' around aren't a Toguro or Sensui..but the streets are safer for it."

[gloryseized]

“You said you wanted excitement!” / rue to ahiru

Meme Tag -- @knight1ies

"Ah, I--!" Ahiru began, startled, only for the sharp tug on her hand to cut off the rest of what she was going to say. She hadn't know Rue to be the sort of person to eagerly grab at someone hand's before, at least not her hand anyway. Ahiru was just the clumsy girl in the lower grade class and Rue was the star ballerina.

But now she found herself being tugged by said star ballerina, almost as if the two are good friends. Oh on, what were Pique and Lillie going to think!

"Y-yes of course I want excitement," Ahiru said, hurriedly, trying to cover the tremor in her voice and flush on her cheeks. The uneven cobbled stairs under her feet also made it very tricky to talk and Ahiru fully expected to trip at any moment. "But where are er going?"

[monmuses]

@knight1ies asked: [ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number.../ from frankie to osana ; ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

[ TXT ] : what huh [ TXT ] : wait did i block u??? i dont think i did...... [ TXT ] : i mightve forgotten to add ur contact after getting a new phone LOL [ TXT ] : 三三三ʅ(；◔౪◔)ʃ [ TXT ] : i think i forgot ur name too....... soooo remind me again?

[monmuses]

@knight1ies asked: [ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night. / guinevere to glados ; ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

[ TXT : ADMIN ] Dreams are nothing more than vague ideas that the human mind can put together on a whim. Nothing less of creativity but nothing more to truth. [ TXT : ADMIN ] You being capable of dreaming is interesting. But about me. [ TXT : ADMIN ] Why?