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new blog over @wiiaka :)
new blog over @wiiaka :)
like for a certain bounty hunter on your ass.
give me a thread where soka can use her lasso. let her tie you up. :)
give me a thread where soka can use her lasso. let her tie you up. :)
It has been lingering on his mind for far too long, longer than any child should be thinking about but he remembers his first like it was yesterday. His father needed help and Kohana reacted, just like he was taught, and the white man fell like a sack of flour with a thump.
Something bristles on the back of his neck from Wanahton's response and he almost whimpers in reply, hands taunt on Erkowe's horse, ❝ 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. ❞
[ nightmare ] - sokanon ⤷ word prompts〢 @ulfhrafnx accepting!
𝐀 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. Not as small as a newborn, but big enough to discern a small child. Everything is grey, something touching her? The vision rips to the side, is someone wailing? People are crying. Mourning and she realizes, she isn't the only one. Some sense pushes in weird ways. Erkowe is silent, tightlipped but unmistakenly, he is crying. The next thing she feels is cold, hard dirt crunched between her fists on a nameless grave- wailing, wailing, wailing. Sokanon wakes with a sudden jerk and a harsh gasp as fingers fumble with her revolver. Cold sweat soaks the collar of her shirt, it's dark, it's cold, and the chill spares no mercy a pieces of earlier that day scram behind the ache of a hangover. Weary, and now just about cranky, she sits up from her makeshift cot, about to reach over to rekindle the fire when something rustles in the bushes. She's on her feet in a second, weapon pointed firm towards any potential threat,
❝ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, ❞ she growls, ❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐰! ❞
( ooc ): a brief historical rundown/ramble of how when Milton said the "Pinkerton Detective Agency was seconded to the government" was a goof on Rockstar's part.
Brother Bear - Sitka’s Funeral
to be a 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once. indie werewolf original character. primarily set in the elder scrolls universe. written by lady. promo by thefair.
The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
“I want to be in bed with her. I’m not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She’s better than that. I’m talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heart beat as she’s soundly asleep in my arms. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.”
— (via stylestagram1x1)
love this piece.