#( v. undetermined )

[gcverncr]

"The hell you starin' at?" { From my Hector because AAAAAAA- }

no meme.

"Me starin'? YOU'RE starin'. Starer."

[burdenedreverence]

How things seemed to always change for the worse, when it came to Hayden's destiny.

"Listen here, shit-stain, I don't care how big you are. Give us your paperwork or else."

Threats made to Hayden could often be overlooked, few people posed true danger to him. Was that arrogance to think? No. It was a simple truth, one that was backed up by a lifetime. At times he could allow the poor manners of a hooligan to unanswered, it wasn't like they could stop him.

His hand moved with speed that betrayed his size, fingers closing around the jaw and mouth of the man. His vicelike grip tense as he raised the man into the air with an arm, their legs kicking as they tried to resist Hayden. Their hands going to grasp at the thick arm of the soldier-warrior.

"Preying upon weary travelers is a dangerous profession." He'd remark dryly, raising the man higher in the air until he was several feet off the ground to the astonishment of his compatriots. The absurdity of the situation giving them all pause, to which Hayden used by taking a step to the side. His arm would tense as he began to fling the body of the robber towards his allies, causing them to crash onto one another tumbling to the ground like a set of bowling pins.

Hayden smiled, a thin thing, at the display.

That smile soon faded as his head turned, to stare at the stranger who had been watching. What the fuck was he? A sideshow for the viewing pleasure of people?

"You trying to step up too?"

@soulsbetrayed

[empcrer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 an inquisitive brow at @doedsdans. " I've never come across one so willing to learn about the tadpoles... " Especially with the history of his kind. Still, he won't retreat from a potential recruitment– illithids remain superior in every way.

" Tell me... what intrigues you about Ceremorphosis? "

[soulatsiege]

" try to be a bit more enthusiastic, will you? " - Percy @lightning-arias

Stannis gritted his teeth and harshened his palms, trying to focus on the kid's young age and how he was not the guy who gave the order. Whenever pantheons mixed, it would devolve in increasingly weird dick-measuring contests... Again, he told himself, it was not the boy's fault.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I'm old enough to have had quests assigned." And he would never go against duty, which is why he was hearing the boy out. "And I know damn well there is nothing enthusiastic about them."

[burdenedreverence]

“What in tarnation…”

[desiredpower]

Of all the questions he had been expecting, that had not been one of them. At least not from someone that didn't look that much older than he currently did. Tom found himself hesitating briefly before answering.

"Actually, I have." Over six decades ago, or was it seven by now? The way time passed still felt wrong to him now that he was free from the diary. "Your eyes look awfully familiar. Mind telling me your name?"

There is some relief that comes, allowing him to actually look back at him with mismatched eyes. A brief pause follows however, not sure how to answer his question. He couldn’t really find a good answer, since he wasn’t even sure why they felt familiar.

“You wouldn’t have been in any orphanages when you were younger. Have you?” He finally says, assuming that would be the only place they could have met. @desiredpower

[tvstarkuma]

[text] Help! I've fallen for you and can't get up!

[vuulpecula]

✖ @deficd ❤'d for a starter !

“I ain’t arguin’, I’m just waitin’ for you to be done being wrong.” Fox smiled in her crooked way, offering out her half smoked cigarette as a peace offering. "That thing is just as dangerous as a gun, if not more." She nodded toward the bike again. There'd been more than enough accidents, more than enough pieces left behind on the highway, to help her win her argument. Once you saw how fragile a human body was, you didn't soon forget.

[bloodenkids]

Send ✖ for a twisted and dark  thread based on fairy tales/Disney movies

27. Corpse Bride

Harrison hadn't all that aware since his death, not really; maybe some part of him still held on vaguely, attempting to find a way out of his catatonic purgatory, a way to move on. It felt a bit hopeless, knowing no one kew he was dead, that his killer had buried him secretly on his property. The chances of him being found and properly laid to rest were slim.

Erosion weathered the dirt near his unmarked grave, bringing him closer to the surface, towards those that could find him— his one rotting hand barely poking out from the ground, looking like the gnarled roots of the tree he was buried under.

In his semi-awake state, Harrison felt someone trodding upon the land, pacing nervously... reciting wedding vows...? Were his heart not in a jar somewhere, it would've skipped a beat. The man just above him was declaring love to someone, the love he had always wanted.

How he wished such sweet words were for him...

[burdenedreverence]

"Of course, I am. And you are too. So, get yur' head out of your ass and come home."

Some things could not be easily described or fit neatly within the box that life wanted to oh so often do. Neither of them held lives which made things easy, in fact it seemed everything was difficult between the two of them. Her touch along his scars, grotesque and a twisted reflection of the handsome face he should have, causes his eyes to close.

His eyes open slowly to look at her, so much conveyed in his emerald irises. Nothing is said as he reaches out towards her wrist and takes it, gingerly, between those callous fingers of his.

"Yur' stuck with me. Deal with it."

❛  there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @burdenedreverence

"Hayden, don't be ridiculous, you're..."

She's not sure what she wants to call him. A fool? Amazing? An idiot? The best man she knows? Stupid for thinking she couldn't save herself? Because she can, she'd have to. Because no one would come to save her, men like him should save princesses trapped in towers, not girls like her with a sword for a tongue and the inability to properly voice how they really feel. Mari reaches out for him, tracing a finger delicately along a scar.

He makes her feel soft. Unbearably so.

She can't quite bring herself to let the moment hang, in fear of some kind of awkward silence, so instead she pulls back, reluctantly.

"You're impossible."

[burdenedreverence]

“ooohhh ― ive never seen you before scarry ―” the small lieutenant exclaims in her normal, cheerful voice. she stares up at him. “you seen strong, kenny would love to fight with you.ᐟ”

"Well, you let him to know I'll be right here when he's ready to learn how us westerner's get down." He gives a thin smile to the young girl, before reaching into his pocket to reveal a plastic wrap jawbreaker.

"Now get on, I has' work to do."

[whereheartscollide]

@hxnkoflxve

"Ooooor you could just try it and see the reactions you get. Cause trust me when I say, you'd get stares. And not the bad kind either."

[sundestruct]

                 ❛           got room for me to join? second round is on me.           ❜

" .... I'm just going to drink."

[woodblxssomcrowned]

Open

"So..." She idly let's her kunai swing back and forth, loop around her finger, her chin resting in her other hand.

"Would you love me if I were a worm?"

[nitronapalm]

"Touch those fuckin' cookies and your hand is fuckin' forfeit."

[burdenedreverence]

He was born with a sense of natural athleticism and physical bravery which aided itself to many bodily endeavors. Those most naturally assumed that remained in the realm of combat, for who could imagine the soldier of countless battles to be equally deft on the ballroom floor? Well, his mother, first of all. But that was a distant memory for another time.

"As do you, my lady."

The words came with a gentleness which betrayed his exterior, although he did not attempt to appear intimidating most of the time. His goals never aligned with scaring people or bending their knee to him. No, his goals had always aligned with something noble even if he himself could not be considered such.

His hand rests in the small of her back, he moves fluidly with her against the shine of the lights and the sound of joy. This is a place for celebration, and he is celebrating something. Maybe it is simply having come back from another battlefield, perhaps it is because he is alive. Something about him is filled with energy, it buzzes beneath his skin and almost jumps to hers.

His head shifts to look at her, his scarred face pulled taut as he gives a thin smile. "Your voice roused me from my sleep. I hope, this is adequate thank you, my lady." His voice is soft-spoken, so low that it almost appears hoarse.

{ DANCE 🪩}

@burdenedreverence

Contradictions upon contradictions. Which did make sense, in a perverse way. The only certainty for humanity was contradictions, complexity, internal conflicts that seemed like there was no way they could be housed in a single body...and yet they were. Always.

This man was massive, built as if constructed purely for battle, however impossible that might be, and yet he moved lightly with her, perhaps not with inherent grace, but his hand within hers was gentle even with the callouses between them, his from his blade, hers from her instruments.

She wasn't sure if he was enjoying himself, in truth. She'd joined the crowd after her songs were done, because she loved music, she loved dancing, she loved the energy and light in a celebration, but having this man with battle in his eyes approach her to dance was...not in the realm of expectation, and she did not know why he'd done it.

"You dance well."