#tobebrutal

[thanflowers]

@tobebrutal (nathaniel) — starter call / accepting!

        “you...came back.” elspeth frowns deeply, a furrow of confusion forming between her brows. “i told you to take whatever you could carry and go. i thought that was very generous.” her jaw tenses, arms crossing over her chest. blue-green eyes trail past him, focusing instead on a point over his shoulder. it's hard to look at him without thinking of his father. “why would you return?”

[calperna]

fingers trace the strange hand, twisted and rough bark too lifelike to be anything but a corpse. a pretty one, in it's grotesque glory, but a corpse all the same. her hand falls to the side and calpernia's gaze falls to the next one that is sprawled and half-crawling across the ground. "what occurred that created these things?" it is half question and half demand for an answer as she turns to face bellara. the odd tree-bodies had not gone unnoticed in their latest trek through arlathan and calpernia can no longer keep the query silent.

@tobebrutal

[kirkw4ll-a]

@tobebrutal liked for a starter! (for whoever u want!!!)

"i wasn't going to ask you if you're alright because i don't like being lied to. so, what's wrong?"

[lunaastala]

@tobebrutal liked for a sing song starter! (pikachu i choose samson >:3) -> seventeen - sharon von etten

"i see you so uncomfortably ALONE -- i wish i could show you how much you've grown."

[thanflowers]

elspeth vs the childish urge to kick nathaniel howe in the shin and then just run away.

[spentfaith]

 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜  𝚊  𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖  𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ,   𝚜𝚘   𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛  𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜  𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 ,   𝚒  𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚐𝚎𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 .  @tobebrutal​  ♡

 ‘Get  comfortable’.  Nancy  hadn’t  been  comfortable  since  long  before  all  this  insanity  had  started  in  this  town.  Every  step  she  took  felt  like  it  was  being  watched,  every  corner  turned  was  taken  with  precaution.  Every  waking  hour  felt  like  a  trial  against  something  she  didn’t  fully  understand,  so  the  concept  of  being  comfortable  was  laughable.  So  much  so  that  Nancy  did,  in  fact,  laugh.  Breathy  and  mostly  through  her  nose.  Her  head  shook  after  the  fact,  arms  crossing  somewhat  sheepishly  across  her  chest  as  she  did.

 “Hmmmmmmm,  you  think  a  little  storm  is  enough  to  deter  me,  Billy?”  Glancing  out  the  car  window,  the  timing  was  near  poetic  as  a  tree  not  too  far  from  his  car  was  struck.  She  flinched.  The  following  thunder  rumbled  loud  enough,  she  swore  she  felt  it  run  throughout  her  entire  body.  But  the  composure  of  one  Nancy  Wheeler  would  not  crumble  under  something  as  banal  as  a  storm…  However,  the  idea  of  her  walking  the  rest  of  the  way  home…  “How  is  one  even  supposed  to  get  comfortable  in  a  car?”

 Granted,  Billy’s car  was  a  lot  more  comfortable  than  what  Steve  and  Jonothan’s  cars  had  ever  been.  She  wondered  what  they  would  have  thought  about  her  being  here,  in  his  car.  Nancy  wondered  what  anyone  would  think  about  her  being  here.  Something  in  her  sparked  at  the  idea  of  the  world  learning  Nancy  Wheeler  wasn’t  just  a  stuck  up  priss.

[austerulous]

*IC WORD ASSOCIATION .

—  annie

ROUGH — Play HIDE — Bed FOOLISH — Idiot SAD — Shame HATE — Punish LIGHT — Fire DARK — Night MOTHER — Female FATHER — Tyrant CHILD — Soldier MARRIAGE — Serve LOVE — Fear SOFT — Heart PET — Company DREAM — Nightmare DIVORCE — Goodbye WATER — Rain LOUD — Scream ANNOUNCEMENT — Command POWER — Kill FIGHT — Spar WHITE — Bone SICK — Useless KISS — Desire  HURT — Home HAPPY — Yearning

—  maria

ROUGH — Grit HIDE — Masquerade FOOLISH — Idealistic SAD — Mourning HATE — Contempt LIGHT — Moon DARK — Boudoir MOTHER — Solitude FATHER — Inheritance CHILD — Treasure MARRIAGE — Orthodox LOVE — Safe SOFT — Lips PET — Darling DREAM — Escape DIVORCE — Fissure WATER — Sea LOUD — Rambunctious  ANNOUNCEMENT — Formality POWER — Conflict FIGHT — Hunt WHITE — Lumenflower SICK — Comfort KISS — Voracious HURT — Heal HAPPY — Memory 

tagged by:  @derjaegermond​ – thank you! ♡ tagging:  @arrowablaze, @foreverascout, @tobebrutal, @pohlepen​, @fatesheld​, @veinblooded, @oceansvanidicus, @massensterben, @luckydxy, @agglomerate​, @luckyberet, @lustmord.

[sugarsyearinreview]

a year in review: ships edition

you tear down my reason it's your sex I can smell you make me perfect help me become somebody else

they are truly awful, and that’s why i love them so much. i’m absolutely lucky to get to write opposite your wonderful billy. he’s so beautiful flawed and nuanced, and you have such a handle on his voice that’s both true to canon and uniquely yours. i’ve been so impressed and inspired by you since the very first thread we had together and i continue to be pushed to write in a more thoughtful way whenever we’re doing threads. 

tagging; @tobebrutal

[freedomscall]

@tobebrutal | starter call

❝ You know, if everyone’s opinion about the Howes really bothered you THAT much, you could’ve just changed your name instead of immediately jumping to the whole REVENGE thing.❞ He's joking. MOSTLY. It's insensitive, but above all else it seems to be some type of (poor) attempt at breaking through the archer's PRICKLY exterior.

❝ EVERYBODY likes a mononym. Think about it, you could just be… NATHAN. Or maybe Nate? ❞ Completely over stepping just the simple Nathaniel.

[thanflowers]

i love when a mutual w/ a multi doesn't even need to specify which muse a meme is from bc i just...know.

[freedomscall]

@tobebrutal | sebastian vael | starters

❝ It's NOT the same thing. YOU being given to the CHANTRY, ME being given to the CIRCLE. Surely you're not actually DELUDED enough to believe that. ❞

[thanflowers]

send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the hell out of them. — accepting!

        it's another argument about nothing that's really about everything. this is the maddening pattern they've fallen into since @tobebrutal survived his joining: tense silence, most of the time, a space shared because they must and not because either of them wishes it so. this lasts only as long as it takes for one of them to say something that sets the other off, and then they are fighting again. she hates it. hates this. being angry is not how she wants to spend her days.

        but hackles rise along with their voices, and soon they're nearly nose-to-nose, too consumed in their bickering to notice how close they've become. it's in the pause for breath between snarls that they both seem to realize, eyes sharp and chests heaving. then suddenly his lips are upon hers, his kiss hot and hungry.

        for an instant she considers shoving him away, asking what he thinks he's doing. then all the rage seems to run right out of her, or perhaps it pools into a fire in the pit of her stomach. her fingers curl into his collar instead, pulling him closer as her teeth catch on his lower lip. she can feel a flush forming under her skin, everywhere. maker's breath, does she want this? no—yes—maybe. she can't decide. (and perhaps she's just desperate for some sensation other than her own profound loneliness.)

[calperna]

calpernia does not laugh at being told. her lips quirk into something nearer a frown than the indifferent expression that generally occupies her features. fingers delve into one of the many large, hidden pockets of her robe as the other remains steadfastly on the head of her cane - - - the many twisting roots provide far too many opportunities to lose her footing if she does not pay more attention than usual to her placement. calpernia draws a handful of steps closer to bellara and whatever it is she is doing ; if one were to look closely enough they might see the glint of curiosity that has taken up residence in her eye.

"my life has largely been spent in more ... occupied regions. there is little opportunity to collect sap in the streets of minrathous." largely. the blip of trekking through woods and strange ruins had been spent largely within her tent when not actively on a mission ; she was never one of those tasked with things such as hunting or gathering sap. calpernia wonders if the others had done this. she will have to ask jem and caia ( two of her closest, former venatori, those who had followed her through thedas nearly twice over now ) if this is something she had missed while pouring over scrolls and following leads fed to her by a would-be god.

"do you oft trek out into the wood for grocery trips?" there it is ; the faint twinkle of amusement that is the closest she gets to the emotion in her voice. it is ... sweet. something beyond loyalty. saccharine, almost, cloying and clinging to calpernia's tongue like spun sugar. "or is this a special occasion?"

it surprises her, sometimes, how blind she'd become to the sight of them. so numerous, varying sizes and positions.. bellara no longer grimaced at the sight of them. she no longer gasped when the hand reaching from the trees was small and delicate ; a child. what a cruel complacency, time won. would continue to win, too, if her settled focus spoke of nothing else. more apt to continue this chore than delve into more questions about her ancestors and why they'd done things so.. wrong.

" i'm collecting sap, " this, she could talk about. she could smile while doing so and twist the corkscrewed nozzle in deeper. " and you'll laugh at me if i tell you. " not that she'd ever, really, heard calpernia do that. laugh. show something higher than an unenthused contempt for these tedious outings. what always kept bellara wondering why she'd come. why she'd seemed, at first, to've wanted to come, too.

the toughest nuts to crack, though, often had the best flavor.

" lucanis asked me to do it. " a request without bloodshed, deep in the forest she'd called home for so long each tree felt as an extension of herself ? that outstretched arm was her arm. the bent, crooked legs ? her legs. a whole body of people, begging not to be forgotten, their roots as deep in her as they were in the ground. this tree, in particular.. she'd thank it when she was done. " it's for a recipe. i'd told him i would since i was going out already. " before she'd learned she'd not be going alone. in light of recent events, it feels silly, now. " this.. isn't the first time you've seen someone do it, is it ? "