#rangerisms

[stringswoven]

‘ You’re not fine, Max. ’ Her jaw squares.

“ Why does everyone keep assuming that about me? ”

The snap. A defensive tactic. If it’s not uttered in words, it’s felt. Through looks. Pity. But Lucas… he sees her. Reminds her he does, and her heart sinks when she meets his eyes, fighting the urge to spill her guts.

“ Then you should know I’m fine, like I said. Besides… don’t you have basketball to worry about now? ”

cont’d / @rangerisms

[tauredhel-blog-blog]

i just- ∞

Send ∞ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently taking their hand.

[hewaanders-archive]

☌

☌ :Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

      He doesn’t actually have any piercings in the same         way that he doesn’t have any Vallaslin.  He was         too young when he was sent away to have either        and he never really had thought about it until he         recently rejoined some semblance of society.      He may no longer be a slave, but the first thought he        had regarding piercings and would he get one was        ’ If my master wanted. ‘      In other words, he would be easy to talk into piercings.

[bxroness-blog]

rangerisms said: "This is why-" he flinches, "OW! Sit still while you quicken my death?!

{        ➷☉➹        }

   she fights the urge to roll her    eyes as she fastens it properly.

        ❛ it's barely grazed you and          the bullet isn't lodged. sit          s t i l l. ❜

[thornsofthedalish-blog]

rangerisms said: "… that isn’t even a- you know what? nevermind."

"What? You're the one came here talking about tits. Which, mind you, I'm hardly familiar with."

[thornsofthedalish-blog]

"Rich tits always try for more than they deserve."

"Too bad there’ll always be a richer tit…er." 

[niveussurgens]

rangerisms

          As much as she hated to admit it, Snow White was           not cut out for a nomadic lifestyle though unfortunately           for her circumstance demanded it to be so. Growing           tensions between the templars and mages certainly           did not help the young mage's plight and so she had           opted to keep to the wilderness -- where she could           easily lose herself should she be pursued.                     Foot catching on a root, the former noble let out                     a surprised cry before colliding with the ground                     and just knowing she had twisted her ankle the                     wrong way. So much to her dismay she was                     crawled over to a rock, sat on it, rested her staff                     against her shoulder and pulled up the dirty skirts                     of her dress to examine her purported injury.           Though in a place like this, where the Veil was slightly           thinner and she was therefore granted a slightly better           awareness it was clear she was not alone, hand settling           on her staff defensively, the mage look around for a           moment before finally speaking.                                                           "Show yourself -- I am armed..."                             Says the girl wearing finery in the wilderness.