#nadeias

[eyetally]

@nadeias​ liked THIS for a starter!​

❝-—The BEST response to a knock knock joke is to knock back. Throw them off guard. MANIFEST A PIECE OF PLYWOOD IF YOU HAVE TO!❞

[morpheius]

@nadeias : 💬  random dialogue starters

"  you  must  be  mad,  coming  here  like  this.  ”

[moralscam]

💣🔦🗡🔫 ( heeey )

❛[  ♕ THE LAMB ≻ OFFERINGS: relationship wishlist // ACCEPTING!                NOTES:   💣   stole something from my muse,  🔦   stole something from your muse,  🗡   bullied my muse, 🔫   bullied your muse

Mutual theft, mutual bullying-- - oh, I could imagine these two concepts feed right into each other. And what I love is that these concepts could go anywhere from petty or ‘light’ to dangerous and damaging, depending on the level and even what is taken. Maybe even add a bit of cat and mouse-esque type element, or something like it just is a constant circle that never fixes. // @nadeias

[phoebusium]

@nadeias​​​ sent: “ maybe swearing will help “

Pinterest prompts // currently accepting.

A knight seldom knows peace as long as there’s a CAUSE to be fighting for. In the rare moments all is well, all is settled. ( which she appreciates more than you could ever know. ) && it’s during these times Phoebe can focus on the little things that give life its color. Carnations sprouting in the dirt. The buds peaking out alone was an achievement.

❛ I doubt swearing at a flower will make it GROW, nadeia. ❜

( to think how much is needed to support a single life to its full potential && fruition ) how lucky she was, to witness it in action, in full BLOOM. It was taking an awful long time, though. With a steady hand she takes her watering can, letting a shower sprinkle over the bed of soil. It’s keeping itself alive the best it can, the least she can do is help.

[tamasin-a]

@nadeias just subbed! / “  let me help.  ” ( x. )

FUCK THIS SHIT! FUCK IT! “    [...] i’m gonna kill those bitches dead when i see ‘em again, mark my words-     “ tamasin gripes when nadeia sits beside him, hands gingerly but dexterously disinfecting his wounds, wraps gauze around it tight enough so they don’t fall off. tamasin grunts, presses his head against the cold, stone wall, and he shuts his eyes as he yelps again, winces at the brush against bleeding, open gash ( stay alive! stay alive! ) against red skin. the blood that leaks out of the wounds, arrow holes through the shoulder, legs and torso, is thick and hot, hardened, blackened magma; like a volcano that had blown.

( stay alive until the horror show is past. )

he hasn’t come to this willingly, though- he’d been stubbornly trying to fix these wounds by himself, leaning against the stone walls, leg propped up as he attempts to yank them out. ( he thinks back to stone-faced soldiers with skin as red as his, cold stare as tamasin nestles his wound on the floor; that was practice, that was practice- and god, it hurt so goddamn much- ) nadeia forces herself in, demands him to let her help, and tamasin can’t do anything but relent.

he feels so ashamed. embarrassment creeps up to his cheeks; golden, fractured light beneath semi-translucent skin, burning heat uncomfortable in his fingertips. he hugs himself tighter, furrowed brows and gritted teeth, “     y’didn’t need to,     “ he begins, and then hisses under his breath as the last wound is disinfected, cleaned with a soaked rag. he tries another approach, forcing a joke through his teeth, “     i- i could’ve done it by myself, bruv-     “ and then falls silent, leaning against the wall like he had been doing, and sighs. 

“     ...thank you.     “