#rescuedeveryone

[atlasburdenedarchive]

@rescuedeveryone​ said : 😬 (veth to essek?)

( sms ➝ war criminal💗 / ALMOST KILLED YEZA ) : hey r u ok? ( sms ➝ war criminal💗 / ALMOST KILLED YEZA ) : haven’t heard from you  ( sms ➝ war criminal💗 / ALMOST KILLED YEZA ) : are you dead ??????????? ( sms ➝ war criminal💗 / ALMOST KILLED YEZA ) : we’ll avenge you ig

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @rescuedeveryone​​    —    CALEB  &  ESSEK 

EXHAUSTION      —      SEEMS   TO   BE   A   CONSTANT   COMPANION   THESE   DAYS.         sets   in   at   the   slightest   provocation,   sleep   eluding   even   when   time   allows.      tonight,   however,   time   has   not   been   on   his   side.      plans      (   best   laid   though   they   are   )      do   not   much   account   for   a   wizard’s   sleep.      and   .   .   .      lately,   it   is   harder   than   it   has   been   in   some   time   to   assert   the   need   for   anything   of   his   own.      the   nein   feel   a   world   away,   even   so   close,   and   that   is   frightening   and   .   .   .      necessary   all   at   once.   

but   essek      —      essek   feels   closer   than   ever   before.      nearby   in   a   scrap,   sharing   intimate   moments   usually   reserved   for   the   family   he’s   chosen,   in   the   home   he   builds   for   them,   the   elven   wizard   is   a   comfort      —      one   caleb   forces   himself   to   forget,   until   now.      until   .   .   .      perhaps   there   is   no   longer   a   need.   

but   distant   or   close,   they   need   him      (   again   )      —      they   need   the   dome.      so   he   drops      (   falls   )      to   his   knees   in   the   halls,   dark   and   grim   and   cold,   and   begins   the   ritual.      or   .   .   .      he   tries.      he   is   bleeding   most   everywhere   after   the   fight,   and   everything   leading   up   to   it,   and   so,   so   tired,   so   he   pays   no   mind   to   a   little   extra   .   .   .      until   he   notices   it   dripping   onto   his   hand.      he   wipes   at   his   nose,   feels   his   vision   swim   .   .   .      and   still   no   dome.      that   is   when   he   catches   essek’s   eye,   over   the   dulled,   but   still   constant,   hubbub   of   the   mighty   nein   around   them   both.   

[spells-and-scales]

starter for @rescuedeveryone​

“Scatter in me the seeds of a thousand saplings. Let grow a grassy heaven.” Freya’s fingers trace the line of poetry in the notebook in her hand, the scrap of paper pasted in among pressed flowers and other things from her travels. It’s only the sound of someone else in the forest around her that has her shutting the journal rather quickly.

[vclstrucker]

starter for @rescuedeveryone

The cold breeze bites at her skin, numbing her nose & ears as she pushes on through the storm. She’s long lost any feeling in her fingers, despite the coat pockets currently housing them. What she wouldn’t give for Bren’s knack at starting flame from nothing. 

Her Undercommon is rustier than she cares to admit, but it’s gotten her through the door & alone with her mark. Left hand reaching for the iron bar in her pouch, her right extends in a practiced motion. The drow visage shimmers & fades as her focus shifts to paralyzing the target in front of her. “ Shadowhand Thelyss. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. ”

[gatecoeur]

(newt) "Answer the fucking question, Arrie. Sanic? You Sanic?"

{ @rescuedeveryone }{ GODDAMMIT NEWT OMFG XD }

“Newt, it’s 10 PM. ON A SUNDAY. WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS?”

“HOW THE FUCK COULD I EVEN BE SANIC?” 

[thiefcant]

I saw that Rixian is non-binary/generally presents masc. Would it be better to use they/them, he/them, or he/him when describing Rixian in replies?

any combination of those three is fine, honestly! he tends to default to he / him because of his upbringing, but he or they is fine.

[roselution]

@rescuedeveryone/peter ‘  the trees are always kindest when spring comes  ’

from  snow  she  rises.  not  as  elegant  as  she  wished  it  to  be  however.  she  coughs  up  the  bits  and  pieces  of  snow  that  already  is  melting  on  her  tongue.  there’s  something  in  the  back  of  her  being  that  wishes  to  make  a  biting  comment,  but  she  holds  back  because  she  is  just  ...  to  exhausted.

HANDS  would  dust  off  the  snow  from  her  dress  and  her  coat.  she  looks  at  the  tree  above  her,  the  one  that  used  to  carry  the  snow  that  landed  on  her.  “  i’m  not  surprised  for  that  season  is  the  one  the  archeart  resides  over.  ”  beautiful,  majestic;  the  elven  gods  is  more  merciful  than  the  patron  who  favours  this  season.  “  this  cold  of  the  raven  queen  only  serves  to  remind  me  how  much  i  miss  spring.  ”

[bonescribes-a]

@rescuedeveryone​ . // ( SC . )

CALEB IS CALM . NOT BECAUSE HE TRULY feels any sense of serenity , but because some logical part of his mind says that he must be . somewhere inside , he is absolutely PANICKING , but that panic is well - suppressed for the sake of what he intends ( or , what he HOPES ) to accomplish . 

his hands tremble , though , as he produces a simple roll of bandages .

“ well , i am no healer , but i have patched up a few boo - boos in my day . just -- just hold still , ja ? ”