#stormrot

[blacklotus1206]

My friend sent me this over Instagram, and my Stormlight brain rot is going absolutely insane, I read the last panel and imagined it as Kal playing the Poke syl-flute.

[decimatlas]

@stormrot​ gets a starter for Gabi from Pieck! 

❛    –––    Come, try this.    It’s a blueberry pie. ❜    She’s holding the plate out with two hands, eagerly awaiting the young girl to try the pastry.   ❛ If you    like it,    I’ll get Reiner to buy us another. ❜    And if she didn’t, she’d ask Reiner to buy them the cherry.    Or the apple.    So many choices.

[sxngre-blog]

‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’

Light & Dark || Accepting || @stormrot​

    The words give Jesse pause, and he looks back up towards the archer, pursing his lips as he mulled them over. They’re unexpected from the other man- but that doesn’t mean there isn’t value in them. Even if Jesse’s never going to openly admit that, even to himself.

      A reassurance in itself is rare between people who’ve gone through this time and time again, scenario after scenario. Jesse’s not entirely sure if it was nice or aggravating.

      “Who do ya take me for? I ain’t given up just yet, don’t get all excited now.”

     His words are boisterous, overconfident and overcompensating (to mask defensiveness, maybe), and he turns to fully face the man, but the weariness that tainted his words before have left his tone, and he stands a little taller than he had before.

      Hopefully, Hanzo was right.

[ccrruption-blog]

“I won’t let you.”

four word prompts | @stormrot

  there’s a flicker of amusement in those blue eyes, though brief, fleeting as it’s quickly swallowed down by the rough growl of a voice that rumbles their air. “it’s not your duty, nor choice, to stop me, is it? i have my orders, you have yours. i suggest you learn to obey them, soldier.”

          there’s a lingering unless you’d care to try at the end of his words, though it remains unspoken.

[xmccree-blog]

@stormrot​

     ' ----- Yall act all high   &&.  mighty with that bow,,                I'd like to see those hands of yours have                                     a shot with ol' Peacekeeper. "

[coyotefaced-a-blog]

“Nothing personal.”

    The words are cold coming from the assassin’s mouth, and there's a jump in his stomach, a grin that crosses his face in time with the bite of the arrowhead. The wood creaks behind him, the shaft burns under the muscle. Another causality in the line of fire, he’s another notch on someone’s weapon. This one’s weapon.

     But he won’t be idle, he’s pulling with shaking hands, trying to dig the arrow out from the wall he’s pinned to like a grim crucifixion, a fixture in blood flesh and steel.

         He snaps the bolt, he pulls himself out with a cry.

[helixrot-blog]

gay

‘ …and your point is? ’