#names tho

[pizza-feverdream]

Im cooking. Idk what yet. But I'm cooking

[nextdoorpotatoart]

So here we have the poor sphinx learning how to join talon

Doom Sigma Meowria

[carolyncounts]

Introducing: Commander of the Knights' Corps and heartbroken heartthrob Lord Hawthorn.

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Bay shook his head minutely. “Lord Hawthorn? He’s coming now? What do I have to do?”

“Nothing,” Wenna assured him. “Well, be polite, but you’ll have no trouble with that. He may not address you at all. If he does, just answer honestly. He’s a good man. There will be no need to dissemble.”

“That’s reassuring to hear,” said the quiet voice of her commander from her apartment’s open door, causing Wenna to spin and draw herself up to her full height. She was a head and a half shorter than Lord Hawthorn, but he didn’t loom. He was as tall as his six elder brothers had been, as tall as his late father, but he didn’t possess the instinct some men bore to use his stature or his voice as weapons. He wasn’t raised for battle or command; those mantles had fallen to him in the late hours of the war. He was barely older than Wenna herself, twenty-seven or -eight years at that point perhaps, but due to either the stress of his position or the weight of his grief, both more suited to a man twice his age, lines had begun to settle in his face. He smiled gently, and though it didn’t reach his eyes, she didn’t take it as anything personal. “Flattering, too. I assume he’s what you wanted to speak to me about?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Wenna said. “I ask for your blessing to formally take him as my page.”

Lord Hawthorn moved closer, and Bay moved to get out of the chair. Wenna and Lord Hawthorn both gestured to still him.

“None of that, now,” Lord Hawthorn said. He knelt and took Bay’s chin in his fingers – not invasive or demanding, simply guiding Bay’s bruised face toward the light with the smallest touch possible. “A trial period is typical, before the contract is formalized. You want to forgo it?”

“I do,” Wenna said.

“He’s old for a page.”

“He’ll learn quicker for it.”

“It’s hard work. He may not have the temperament.”

“I know him. He maintains my armor already. He has temperament in spades for the rest.”

Lord Hawthorn gave Bay’s bicep a gentle squeeze, felt the cloth of his tattered shirt between his fingers, glanced down at his bare, dirty feet. Bay’s gaze stayed wide, petrified, on Lord Hawthorn’s face. Lord Hawthorn sighed and sat back on his heels. “Wenna, he looks like you fished him from the Black River.”

She’d said there was no reason to dissemble, so she could hardly do so herself. “I did, or something near it.” The Black River’s eponymous street.

Lord Hawthorn pursed his lips. Then he chuckled. “Of course you did.”

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[psycheros]

Greta for the name thing? (P.s. great blog)

thanks m8

Greta (personality): stoic warrior who just really wants some cookies

Greta (aesthetically): dutch braids, stage lights, stop signs, champagne

last one folks

[psycheros]

casey

Casey (personality): listen i know it seems like that one thing is super important but please take care of urself okay

Casey (aesthetically): journals, random tweets, kit kats, VHS tapes

no more names plz

[psycheros]

Hey fam I'm Sammy and I'm here for the name thing

Sammy (personality): u cocky ass shit ur gonna get urself killed but i still love u u absolute butter knife

Sammy (aesthetic): overalls with holes in them, black coffee, glasses, mechanical pencils

no more names plz

[psycheros]

Could you please do a Lou for the name thing?

Lou (personality): u just want what’s best for the world but not everyone agrees and that just butters ur biscuits

Lou (aesthetically): potted aloe plants, movie theatres, drum kits, a new ipad

no more names plz

[psycheros]

Reeza for the name thing. & Did you sleep well?

haha what is sleep

Reeza (personality): tough girl who just wants to cuddle

Reeza (aesthetically): trumpets, leather jackets, old books, fancy perfume

no more names plz