#putrifyre

[huntershowl-moving]

@putrifyre​.

no sound between the two figures, other than blood dripping from her hair onto the floor, a mangled corpse lying beneath her. ❝ here to see if the rumors are true? you’re too late. ❞

[lothson]

@putrifyre​ asked: [ slow dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to slow dance . B)

              the   precise  ,     careful  ,    artistic   dances   of   albion’s   nobility   are   far   different   from   the   celebrations   that   were   held   in   his   homeland .     when   the   drums   and   the   pipes   started   to   play   he   was   perhaps   one   of   the   most   sprightly   in   his   steps  ;     EVERY   SKIP   AND   JUMP   ON   TIME   AND   ENTHUSED .     but   these   dances   are   so   very   hard   to   get   used   to   ;    flat   footed   and   imperfect   is   he .     𝐒𝐎   𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍   𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐔𝐏   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 .     the   other   knights   would   never   waste   their   opportunity   to   take   the   hands   of   their   pretty   interests   and   guide   them    around   the   floor .     mordred   much   preferred   to   watch   if   he   did   not   have   some   role   to   play  ,     if   he   was   not   trying   to   make   some   form   of   impression .                                         it’s   not   often   that   his   view   is   blocked  ,     at   least   not   for   longer   than   a   second .     this   time   his   view   is   blocked   for  long   enough   he   needs   look   upward .     before   him  ;     a   noble   he   does   not   recognise   but   that   is   likely   a   guest   of   someone   else   in   the   room .     𝑯𝑬   𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑺   𝑨   𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 .        never   before   has   an   offer   to   dance   been   extended   towards   him .     it   is   not   of   the   social   order   to   ask   a   prince   to   dance  ,      nobility   or   otherwise .     so   this   surprises   him .      he   isn’t   angered   -----------   he   doesn’t   care   for   such   social   order   -----------   he’s   merely   quite   shocked .      it’s   a   pleasant   surprise  ,      one   that   even   brings   a   faint   smile   to   his   face   as   he   breathes   a    note   of   hesitation .

                          ❝     how   could   i   deny   such   a   request  ?    ❞    

[tocxmply-archive]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ 💞

— @putrifyre —

          me, going around like the Tooth Fairy to drop this on all my favorite blogs: starting with your own becausE HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR BLOG LARA. HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR HELL PUPPER. HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF. i’m just gonna cling to you & keep you forever and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! and now, because as usual i am the worst with sending these asks back:

@brightprofiler & @boltxnbastard & @onlyliberty & @nytchld & @arizonadirtbag & @emusecollective & @arcusignis & @theeldestsun & @sviker & @agentharrisonofshield

          let me grab all these lovelies just because i can, to gather them all for a big, big hug filled with love and all my appreciation for them & their muses — for being so talented and so amazing and so wonderful and so lovely — and i hope they are all well and having a good day ❤︎❤︎❤︎

[voieura]

miscellaneous  starters.

status: accepting. ↳ @putrifyre​ asked: “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”

       ruby’s  quiet  for  a  few  moments, and for a time she doesn’t know what to say. she’s used to keeping her expectations low, but she’s tired of it. she’s tired of all of it. this town is a cesspit of mediocrity and murder. her gaze keeps low to the earth because she doesn’t really know who’s bones she stepping on but she knows they’re there. where there’s smoke there’s fire and this land’s covered in a thick brim of it. only the fire is body parts and viscera. that oh so tired gaze lands on the figure, he looks as tired as she does. maybe more.          ❛  my  bar’s  so  low  not  even  the  maggots  could  pass  it,  it’s  just  sad.  ❜

[unseencne]

putrifyre  asked : "I didnt snore, did I?"

                𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇  𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝑜𝓃  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓈  𝒶𝓇𝓂  𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈  𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌  𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽  𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 .  a  soft  smile  dances  on  your  lips  while  slowly  you  take  in  a  deep  breath  and  eyes  raise  to  sit  and  find  tass  eyes  for  a  quick  seconds.  red  ruby  eyes  had  never  looked  so  satisfied                 nor  happy.  in  that  moment  your  mind  was  clean,  clean  of  thoughts  that  had  been  yours  far  too  long.  a  laugh  comes  rushing  through  your  lips  while  your  eyes  raise  to  find  tass  yet  again.            ‘   no  love,  you  did  not.  you  slept  like  a  rock.   ’            there  is  a  soft  playful  tone  in  your  words  and  a  teasing  smirk  dancing  on  your  features.

          morning after   .   ↷  @putrifyre​​​​  /  not accepting.  

[endlessfables-a]

          she wasn’t meant to go this far from the ship, she was meant to stay within a certain distance, but with training came a certain freedom and she lived for it. the green of the planet, the lakes, everything about it was... more freeing than anything she had ever felt. and that feeling allowed her to concentrate a little more, connect with the place, the forest, the earth... ----- except she wasn’t the only thing out there, she knew that now. there was something else... someone else? she couldn’t be sure. no matter how much she pushed, prodded... it was something she’d never encountered before. yet, CURIOSITY had spiked and she was soon coming to a stop near a clearing where she finally saw the figure.   “ .....who are you? what are you? “    ------------------ @putrifyre​

[manicfists]

               INSERT   DESIRÉ   CONVERSING   WITH   @putrifyre​ .

                                              & the tears start  welling  .    no matter how hard she tried to shoo them , cease them , avoid them , the tears were still welling & desiré against all odds was filled with pure desolation .      there’s a hum , hell , call it a whimper of pure  sorrow  .     —     she shifts to lower herself into the other’s lap ,   sharp cheekbone pressing  ,   digging against their thigh  .   palms dig into closed eye lids   —   she could try to rub the woes away   —    would it work ?  definitely not .   ❛   sorry , i hope you don’t mind if i just    —   lay here for  a   little while .  i have a headache .   ’   & by headache she means a whole handful & a half of heartbreak .

[shiningtozier-archive]

@putrifyre​ said:  “Where the fuck am I?”

“fuck” meme. || accepting

“Shit! Oh shit--!”

The slayer slides off her bed at his sudden appearance, jaw hanging as the archaic, leather-bound tome she holds falls to the floor of her tiny apartment. Lux’s heart pounds in her chest as she stares up at him in shock and awe--

His aura is blinding. What the absolute fuck is this guy?

“Y-you’re, um--you’re in my bedroom? My apartment, to be exact--” She glances down at the book she’s been spending the last hour studying. She didn’t really think the incantations inside of it held much weight, but fuck her for experimentation, right?

“Oh...oh my stars. What the hell is happening?”