#pureasdriven

[lemonheartsease]

“ you can’t cry forever. “

we live in a society

@pureasdriiven

she looks up indignantly, wiping at her face. years ago, before portal, the other woman would have been right. before carcosa, she would have agreed. but anaïs suspects the king would not be pleased if she acted so ungrateful for his gift, so she only sniffs before aggressively signing « i have forever now, or something close to it. »

[scribblesninja]

I get the idea bigby wouldn't be too keen on crane holding a razor at his throat even just to show him how to shave. Chaos ensues. Snow has to smooth things over. I actually had a really hard time with this art wise and I'm not too happy with how it came out (fucking hANDS) but I finished it I guess. If I was smart I would've made the images into actual panels so snow's dress isn't awkwardly half colored in the bigby close ups but I've run out of steam.

[sheriffxwolf]

S H E R I F F ~

“You do realize that when I take off days, its normally for a really good reason.” The sheriff eyed her for a short period of time before adjusting his 

                                                tie self consciously.

pureasdriven

[gxfferwolf-blog]

One Late Night || Closed

Despite how much Bigby loved this new job of his--and, really, he loved it--the late nights still killed him.

He could handle training during the day. As important as the war effort was, he enjoyed it simply for the fun of it, and the lack of politics or overly complicated strategy involved. Yes, he had to plan for the future in a variety of ways and, yes, these people's live were ultimately in his hands and depended on his ability to teach them how to defend themselves--and, also importantly, complete an objective as efficiently and deathlessly as possible. It sounded like a handful, but it was nothing he hadn't tackled before. His best operatives were prime examples of his ability to turn ordinary Fables into weapons of mass destruction.

At night, though, was where he was close to drawing the line. Time was short, a concept he understood. He did not, however, in any way prefer playing glorified hide-and-seek in the forest with his trainees over sleeping in a warm bed with his wife and his cubs snoozing doors away. That would be outright inane. 

He had to go in quietly, so that he wouldn't wake the kids. The lights were still on, meaning Snow was probably still having a fit over messes made and toys left out during the day. The sentiment brought a crooked smile to Bigby's face, and he hurried up the path towards his home, quite literally the only light in the dark of the valley for miles.He'd never been one for poetry, but he recognized irony when he saw it.

He entered silently, door shut softly, and jacked hung carefully on the rack. Well, she wasn't having a fit, from the sound (or smell) of things; that was always good. He ambled quietly into the living room, noting the toys still scattered about the carpet and around the couches, and it was then that he noticed her, slumped over on the couch with her arms wrapped rather tightly around one of the cub's stuffed toys (Winter's, he noticed, as if his firstborn didn't already remind him enough of his wife.)

A breathless chuckle rumbled in his chest and his eyes gleamed, reflecting the giant smile his expression would hardly allow. He contemplated leaving her there until he remembered that last time they'd fallen asleep on the couch--waking up to Snow complaining about her neck, while endearing, wasn't entirely his cup of tea so early in the morning. He neared silently, standing over her for a moment as if taking his time to think through it once again, before he leaned in closer.

"You know, I think that's what they make pillows for."

{ pureasdriven }

[janitorial-jumper-blog]

✣

Send a ✣ for my muse to accidentally send a text a to your muse that is about them.

[text]: Miss White was checking out Bigby again today ;P

[woodlandapartment]

pureasdriven liked starter call

“ Ｏh my little songbird, you are indeed pretty. But you are even more lovelier when you are quiet. And out of my sight.”

[welcometoteamz]

THE RULES ARE SIMPLE.

POST TEN  CHARACTERS  YOU CURRENTLY ROLEPLAY AS,  HAVE  ROLEPLAYED  AS, &  WANT TO PLAY,  THEN  TAG  TEN  PEOPLE  TO  DO  THE  SAME.  ( IF YOU  CAN’T  THINK  OF  TEN  CHARACTERS,  JUST  WRITE  DOWN  HOWEVER MANY  YOU  CAN  &  TAG  THE  SAME  AMOUNT  OF  PEOPLE. )  ASIDE  FROM THAT,  PLEASE  REPOST  INSTEAD  OF  REBLOGGING.

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

main Blaine DeBeers / iZombie / here Victor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale / OUAT / @frankensteinmd​ Shawn Hunter / Boy Meets World/Girl Meets World / @lifemakesyoubeautiful​

semi-active/hiatus

Joker/ @just1badday

HAVE PLAYED:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier / Marvel (Even before the movies. I’m such a little hipster. >_>)

Han Solo/Star Wars

August Booth/OUAT

Dobby/Harry Potter (for like a day)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter/OUAT

S1 Harrison Wells/Eobard Thawne/ The Flash

WANT TO PLAY:

Vlad Plasmius/Danny Phantom

Tagged by: @scvedbylove Tagging: @pureasdriven @storybrookeswan​

[scorchedcreed]

"Doesn’t it feel like time is running out… sometimes?" He chuckles absently after asking this, not really one to spew out philosophical bullshit at any given point. Sometimes, however, he did feel that way, like it was a hopeless thing to keep going. Keep striving, keep surviving. Live to see the rise of the sun again.

"Ah… dumb question," Desmond contests, rubbing the back of his head as he sits on the nearest windowsill, staring down at the street below.

[granpaw-archive]

pureasdriven replied to your post: Actual North in his keep.

After snow rescues him cut the box, he gets sick cuz not a god anymore xD

‘’You mortals are so goddamned weak!’’

[brutishbrothers]

pureasdriven: x

“Wait. What princess?”

“It’s not a big deal!  We can, uh…Go back for her!  Problem solved!”

[janitorial-jumper-blog]

I need a hug

There was no warning, only an immediate and tight embrace from the janitor. 

"All you have to do is ask, you know." He said, squeezing her. 

[woodlandapartment]

@pureasdriven

“ Looking lovely as always, Snow dear, but you should go easy on that perpetual scowl of yours. It doesn’t go well with your outfit .”

[welcometoteamz]

Archetypes Quiz (for you and/or your muse)

take the quiz here! post your results.  repost, don’t reblog.

tagged by: @humanbornarchangel tagging: @scvedbylove @psychiczombiebarbie @viridisalae @looneytxne @pureasdriven @storybrookeswan

[a-rose-by-any-other-name-fables]

When the dust settles. (Closed rp with pureasdriven.)

Rose didn’t know how many years has past since she had been here. Only that it had been far too long. Looking around the dimly lit bar of the Brandstock she took a seat at the bar. The overly large hoodie pulled over her head to keep people, fable and mundy alike from noticing her. 

Or any Fabletown citizens case recognizing her. Ordering a beer she couldn’t help but look around the bar, her eyes widening as she stopped an familiar figure in one corner of the room. 

[granpaw-archive]

✖(Snow no!)

Send a “ ✖” for my muse’s reaction to yours getting into a bar fight.

‘’Don’t drink alcohol. Ever.’’

[redbatmann-blog]

Snowby Prompt: Arguing over of the cubs will get Mr. North a Father's Day gift. Bonus points for adorable resolution.

‘’The asshole is anything but a father, Snow.’’

‘’I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that the little monsters want to give him a gift.’’

Bigby grunted. After what his father has done, he didn’t deserve shit. In fact, he didn’t even deserve to live. North wasn’t a father to him. He was just a monster who let his mother to rot and die alone, all of that because of his ‘nature’ or whatever bullshit he would use as an excuse.

Snow understood why Bigby was acting like this. Hell, anyone would act like that. However, she wouldn’t put her children through the situation of choosing sides between their father and grandfather.

The shouts and jumps of the cubs began to get stronger since now they could be heard in the bedroom. It’s obvious they haven’t seen their grandfather in a while.

‘’Can I expect this visit will go well?’’ Snow asked, raising an eyebrow.

He sighed. ‘’Fine. Only because of the cubs.’’

‘’And?’’

‘’And because you asked.’’

‘’Good,’’ she cheered. Snow gave a quick peck in the her husband’s cheek and grabbed her handbag. She was going to try to calm down the anxious kids. ‘’We’ll be waiting outside until you’re a ready. Please, don’t take too long. I doubt I can control them for much time,’’ she joked as she got out of the room.

Bigby was finally ready for the long day that’s been waiting for him. He went downstairs and was into his way out of the house until he catched a glimpse of a wrapping paper. Seemed that the cubs forgot about his ‘father’s’ gift. He grabbed and delved into it. It looked like mug badly wrapped with a note attached to it. Bigby opened the note out of curiosity. The note had the signature of each of his cubs with a short message:

‘’For Granpaw, from your favorite grandcubs.’’

He chuckled at the nickname until he remembered for whom it was. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

‘’Bigby?’’

‘’Sorry, dear. I got distracted with the gift the cubs left here.’’

‘’They’re too excited. No wonder they forgot about it. Good thing you found it before we take off.’’

Bigby took his coat and took the gift with him. He gave Snow a brief hug and a quick peck on the forehead. ‘’Let’s get going.’’