#outdraws

[royalarms]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

U ARE WONDERFUL !!! THANK U omg im weepy, this made me so happy 🥺🥺

[palespawn-s]

i have a headcanon, the gods made clive gloriously tall so he could see astarion from anywhere in the room

the way this came to mind immediately

[eisiramdeus]

the only thing cute round here is the squirt gun you on ur hip old mfer ( LISTEN HERE BITC

❝Yer even cuter like this tryna run yer mouth. Keep it open, that squirt gun's 'bout to splash.❞

[erobret]

ASHE & CASSIDY AESTHETIC BOARD 001

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[danseher]

@outdraws​ said:    the mystery of a man tucks his head quietly, almost acknowledging the tombstone with the name of his old colleague. gerard. ‘ just here to see someone ‘ 

        YOU’VE   BEEN   HERE   BEFORE.   IN   A   DREAM,   IN   ANOTHER   LIFE.   .   .    She shifts, the woman you used to be, presses palms to the glass in your mind, and she pushes.  🇫‌🇪‌🇪‌🇱‌ 🇸‌🇴‌🇲‌🇪‌🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌.   She wails, and she sobs.   🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇩‌🇮‌🇩‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇸‌.    She cries.   You can feel her squeezing at your lungs but it’s not enough, it never is. His name reads like an old ghost, every etched letter like another knot in the noose you call a necklace. You know you’re supposed to feel something, you almost want to.

DISTRACTED, you hadn’t heard him approach, though your eyes graze the old worn texture of his shawl, across the knicks in his armor-     He could shoot you, it would be easy, you’re unarmed, yet you don’t feel the press of revolver or the intent to harm in the way he moves. . . .

                                                         Just here to see someone.

      Your trust in his words reads plain when you dare to take your eyes off him, that unnatural yellow, vacant gaze of yours grazing back over the name on that headstone again.    Someone. . . Was he someone to the bounty hunter? The memories are fuzzy, like trying to see through T.V static.          ‘     A familiar smile, the charm in the way he spoke, he jokes with another figure, introducing you, black armor and a wide brimmed hat--     ’

A pressure rises in your chest, she’s pushing again.    🇷‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌🇲‌🇧‌🇪‌🇷‌.    Your brows furrow ever so slightly, the twinge of something stirring that never makes it past the first draft.

                       " . . . I’m sure he would appreciate it. "   

    God the words hang heavy, a catasrophe of questions lingering on your tongue. But can you even stomach the answers?

                                                          "  Do you miss him?  "

[faemoria-arch]

                                                            13 .   one of your favorite 80′s songs  .

i am admittedly not a huge fan of much 80′s music as a whole  ,  but over the last few years i found myself greatly regretting that i did not really listen through prince’s work until after he passed away  .  picking a favorite from all that is really difficult  ,  but i think  when doves cry  is the definition of a bop  .

                                                  23 .   a song you think everybody should listen to  . 

UH i don’t know if this means every single person in the whole world or every person that might see this in my general range of influence lol  ,  so i’ll go with the latter  &&  say all of you should take the time to at least listen to the first two minutes of  ghost love score by nightwish  no matter what your first impression of the music is because i’d be lying if i said i was fully convinced their current main vocalist isn’t an actual angel  .

                                                            steals ma hat back while u arent looking

                      ¨  goodness        !!  a ruffian  &&  a scoundrel  .  i suppose it is                       a good thing you are  𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮  enough to get away with it  .   ¨ 

                                                 @outdraws​              ♢  some munday music asks

[cewyll]

@outdraws​ liked for a starter.

❛ just how often do you plan to use that? ❜ a pointed look to the revolver.

[rebellock-a]

shirt stuck to his arms and chest uncomfortably and paired with the kevlar vest over club jacket it smothers him worse than any inferno. his body's burning after a shootout. when he turns he notices the strands of hair sticking to her neck and cheek. they lived. the blood pumps hot through his head. hotter still when they take her face and sink roughly onto her mouth

THEY FOUND THEMSELVES IN A GOOD OLD fashioned shootout with a rival gang, a shootout that they shouldn’t have survived, a shootout where the odds were inadvertently stacked against them. Yet here they stood, alive and victorious. The two lone survivors among the bodies that laid abandoned by their enemy.They were alive. They did it, they had won. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest, her breathing is fast and heavy as if there isn’t enough air in the world to fill her lungs. In the aftermath, the adrenaline has not yet subsided and as a result she feels pure electricity coursing though her veins, emanating in a warm heat that is quickly becoming unbearable. And yet she does not move, does not flinch from her spot. She is cemented in place by the gravity of the situation as an overwhelming exhaustion begins to creep in, a sharp contrast to the energy she felt only a few minutes before when they were in imminent danger. 

It’s only when she looks to her partner that the spell begins to break, that she no longer feels paralyzed. Lips part to utter a quip, or to express the relief she feels in that moment, but there is only silence as a pair of strong hands take her face and her mouth is engaged in a searing kiss. A kiss that contains all the vigor of their encounter, that steals the breath straight from her lungs. Fingers fumble against the buckles and straps that secure their vests until she is able to remove the protective layers of Kevlar. Roughly she pulls him by the lapels of his club jacket against her, until not an inch of space is left between them, and she can press her chest tightly against his. Her head is still swimming from the roller coaster of emotions, of the highs and lows that came from their most recent encounter with death. Amidst the fog one thing remains clear, one certainty that will never change: there is no other person she’d rather have as her partner in crime.