#❛ ⁞ ◤ ——— ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ

[sapientiiae]

@hyruleanlegends asked: "I'll do anything for a woman with a knife." flirty prompts

The words left the princess amused, though she was also tempted to roll her eyes. A kunai knife dangled from betwixt slender fingers, swinging back and forth as the Hylian continuously gave a small jiggle of her wrist. It would have been so easy to flick her wrist and send that same blade flying wherever she pleased, a skill that had been honed with the Sheikah’s assistance.

The general of the Hyrulean Army did occasionally manage to catch the royal off guard with pretty words or actions, which would then morph her into a silent and red-faced mess, but not tonight. Tonight the  royal was feeling too mischievous, as suggested by the impish grin that had found permanent residence on coral painted lips. With another flick of her wrist, she now sent the blade circling around her pointer before it was back to dangling precariously between her fingers once more; all the while, her gaze never once left the frost-haired woman that stood in front of her.

“Is that so? Are you certain? Perhaps even willing to make a bet?” Her grin broadened as she tossed the kunai into the air before catching it once more, her calculated precision preventing the sharpened blade from doing any damage. “Because I am willing to bet that despite the fact that I am a woman and do happen to carry a knife in my possession,” she continued, the very knife she spoke of glinting in the light, “I could think of a handful of things you would not be willing to do.”

[frnknstin]

"What are you looking for now?" — From Sherlock Holmes. ( @reverdies )

Victor rose slowly from the open cabinet, turning to face Holmes with an expression that comically screamed "child caught in the act." Clearing his throat and avoiding Holmes' gaze, he stumbled over an excuse for the mess he had made. "Why, I was just... you know..."

Holmes' tone made Victor feel even more like a guilty child. Determined to regain his composure, Victor straightened up, placing his hands on his hips and lifting his chin. "I was looking for more of that blood test which you created, when I looked in what I thought was the chemicals cabinet it—why, it was full of different types of bullets." He decided to omit the detail about the blood-stained ones. "So, I thought, maybe it could be here, in the kitchen, yet—" He paused, glancing back at the open cabinet and the stench emanating from it. "That—now that would be a collection of pig hearts. Marinating. Decomposing. On a kitchen shelf."

He had found tobacco in a Persian slipper, cigarettes in the coal scuttle, and suspected he might find a new will to live somewhere among the unanswered correspondence pinned to the mantelpiece with a knife. Victor was fairly sure he had lost his old will to live in the opium stored in the Russian nesting dolls.

Why was he even apologizing? Holmes was the one living in a pigsty. Victor kept his chemistry materials impeccably organized, bullets in the kitchen icebox, pig hearts on the bathroom counter, and tobacco in his wallet, as any sensible person would.

Exasperated, he gestured vaguely at the chaotic cabinets. "This is—this—" Victor turned back to Holmes, seemingly at a loss for words. "What is this, Mr. Holmes?"

[zzimaa1999]

"How will you die? Slow like a snail? Or fast like a shooting star?" — Ginette Pontmercy. [@reverdies]

ᴠᴇʀsᴇ: 20, following first exile.

"Th-the plan… the plan was to go out like comet," Fyodor muttered, his words shaky, both from the cold and the weight of his thoughts. "L-leave an impact, da? But here…" He let out a long breath, watching the steam rise from his lips, briefly blurring his vision before the endless stretch of white dunes came back into focus. "Here is… nothing. Nothing but zima. C-calm, cold… dead. Stillness that d-dies slow."

Back in St. Petersburg, he remembered how autumn would slowly give way to winter, a soft, familiar shift, like an old friend arriving on cue. Here, there was no such transition. Just an endless, frozen void. He hadn’t even been here for the worst of it yet—the so-called coldest months—but already the days felt like they were crumbling into the frost-bitten nights, as if time itself was freezing over.

Fyodor wrinkled his nose as his face began to numb. He jammed his hands deeper into the fur-lined pockets of his coat, turning to glance at the woman beside him. "N-not much n-nature left for you to study, I’m afraid. Snow’s already b-buried most of it."

[formerlyrighteous]

i find you really distracting.

@italianexotiicbeauty

    " — i know."

[bloodybcrbie]

Flowers are a strange thing in the Entity’s Realm, but somehow, Michael still managed to acquire one for Tiffany. A blood red rose, thorns and all, is offered to the blonde woman as a gift and a sign of affection.

@evilstalks 🔪🖤

❝ oh , michael . ❞ she croons , her tone no more than a saccharine whisper as her delicate fingertips reach out to take hold of the rose . they gently graze along the smooth stem of the rose , taking subtle measures to ensure that her skin does not become lacerated with one of the pointed thorns.

long eyelashes flutter as she gazes down at the crimson flower in admiration and a hint of delight , her grasp cradling it tenderly — almost as if it will dissipate within thin air if precise precaution is not taken. a blonde curl grazes against the porcelain flesh of her cheek as she tilts her head back to gaze up into the dark orbits of his mask.

that mask is terrifying to many , perhaps. it would make even the most valiant person tremble with trepidation.

but, to her, it brings contentment. a comforting warmth of devotion. a fervent passion that she can feel within the confines of her heart.

a manicured hand slowly ascends to rest upon his chest , her fingertips gently grazing against the fabric of the dark coveralls. a sharp fingernail makes repeated circular motions along his left pectoral , almost as a way of silently reciprocating her adoration for him. plump lips curl into a genuine smile, a stark contrast to the manipulative grin she tends to put on.

❝ how sweet of you . ❞

[hellsflowered]

@hellsmayflower 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃; ❛ i'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove my worth to you. ❜ {{ Mayleene to Charlie }}

» ❝ ...What? no, you don't- ❞

Charlie emitted a nervous chuckle, her hands instinctively rising in a gesture of defense, while she delicately shook her head from side to side.

❝ You don't have to prove anything! I already know you're worthy... ❞

The query lingered in her mind: what impelled this woman to ascertain her worthiness? «

[kukyc]

Raw Starters: Not Accepting foughtbelief: "honor is only good when you're alive to use it." [[ :3 ]]

⌜☬⌟ ➡ It seemed no matter what he did to avoid those he wasn’t fond of they always flocked back to him. It made one wonder if he had some time scent or tracker on his being that attracted those of the kids kind. Though he had taken up ignoring the kid that comment drew a sharp and mocking laugh from lips. “Honor?” he started turning back to look at the other. “What good is honor, dead or alive? It is only a means to tie yourself down and I refuse to do that.” It was a rather touchy subject for the Darkling so for now he was on edge and looking for any excuse to snap.

[wardogsong]

Who are Frank’s ships

gray ghost the frank || accepting

// this is a multiship blog, sooo..... behold my armada!

Karen Page:

@survivorofhellskitchen @sevenbulletsavior

Matt Murdock:

@blindbastard @defectivexfragmented

Billy Russo:

@prettytm @scarsmasked (not a ship yet, but still one of my partners)

Elektra Natchios:

@gloriousxdarkness @elektranaatchios

Felicia Hardy:

@felinoir

Rachel Cole-Alves:

@warcarried

Moritz Stiefel:

@andessence

Original Characters:

Beth Riley @brooklynislandgirl Lou Wolfe @shesboundtobruise Gemma Harding Russo @griim Alex Moore @fatedcuriosity Lt. Cmdr. Eisenhower @eisiramdeus Cassandra Scozzari @streetsofsecrets honorary shoutout to KT's 3.8 million other blogs, Frank is in some manner of a relationship with most of them, whether it's just drawing dicks on random things with Keegan or trying to get Roze to marry him.

AND. . . there are a handful more in the works behind the scenes, being chatted about or plotted or even just being dreamed up of.

[vortship]

🌵, 🍀?

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY!

send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog

@piinetrees I haven't been following long but they have a really good handle on Dipper and I love the plots we've been discussing. Making me wanna rewatch GF tbh.

@divile's Roman from Hemlockle McGroove. You will not meet a person more passionate about a character than May is about Roman. She really writes him with a lot of heart, I'm pretty sure she secretly wrote the books. ALSO my oldest friend on the hellsite, maker of my graphics, and person who sends me tiktoks of pugs in scenarios at 2 am.

AND

@manaborn I have never seen Ben 10 a day in my life but their blog and dedication to Gwen is fantastic. Gwen is so dynamic, I wanna be her when I grow up.

send 🍀 and i'll recommend an oc rp blog

@moonspower Vi is love. Vi is life. More importantly Vi is so fucking real. I have a soft spot for characters who go through a lot and come out on the other side wanting to help others, people who are tough but with gentle hearts. Also a GTA AND King of the Hill AND Shrek verse? I'm screaming and crying (in a good way).

@the-blackened-dove I love seeing Roxxy on my dash. Sometimes we all just need a really tall, fancy lady. Roxxy's got a lot going on, but maintains a lot of dignity throughout. Also it's so clear how much her mun loves the crap out of her, even VOICE ACTING her, like that's so fucking cool to me. I've tried to do that before and it has nooot gone well lmao.

[sapientiiae]

@valistheanshield asked: ♨ + Reverse (Zelda coming across Clive in the springs) nudity roleplay scenarios

The princess knew of the healing hot springs that existed across Hyrule. After his injury the night before, she thought the springs might do Clive some good. Yes, she had technically healed the man, and his injury, though deep, had been mild enough that her magic managed to patch him up without leaving any new scars. Still, there may have been some residual soreness and aches, which was why the springs seemed like the perfect solution.

She’d insisted on being the one to travel with him, claiming Clive might not be able to find the hot springs on his own. The truth, however, was that the princess was always looking for an excuse to escape the castle, and well…Clive didn’t make for bad company.

After finding a suitable pool for the man to soak in, Zelda had wandered off to scout out an area nearby for setting up camp, since their travels had taken up the bulk of the day, and traveling at night wasn’t exactly advised. The Hylian knew the sun would be setting soon, which was why she’d later doubled back to check on Clive and see how he was faring. What she hadn’t expected, however, was to find the man naked in the hot springs. She’d thought he might be done and dressed by now. And even if he was still soaking, she’d expected she might, perhaps, find him shirtless at most. 

The very, very clear water of the springs, however, seemed to suggest otherwise. 

The royal’s cheeks flushed a deep red as heat that rivaled the springs crept to the surface of her skin and spread out to the tips of pointed ears. Zelda had practically stared at him, frozen in place as her brain attempted to process her shock. It took a second or two too long for the princess to spin, covering her eyes with her hands even though she’d already turned her back to him.

“S-sorry!” she stammered, feeling the heat seep down her neck as she stepped away from the healing pool. “I thought you might be done by now!”

[sapientiiae-a]

@gloryseized asked: << ❝ Duty brought us together, but it is love that will make this bearable. ❞ >> hand signed by Link arranged marriage sentence starters | please send

Their destinies had been intertwined from the moment they were both born. Ever since they came to exist in this world, their paths were always meant to cross. Link was fated to be the Hero that would save Hyrule, but Zelda (having only been a little girl when they met) never imagined he would come to be so much more than that.

As time passed and they grew older, he became a friend. And now he was fated to become her husband.

When Link managed to save Hyrule from Ganondorf’s clutches and seal Ganon in the Sacred Realm, peace was restored to the kingdom. Thanks to Link’s efforts, life returned to normal for those that remained. And after hearing of Link’s courage and everything he faced to save their kingdom, her father, the King of Hyrule, decided that Zelda would marry him — Hyrule’s Princess and Hero, a match made by the Goddesses.

Truthfully, Zelda could not help but to feel sorry for Link. As if fate had not played a large enough role in his life, her father was now ordering the two be joined in an arranged marriage. It seemed like Link had no say in his life, and the Royal Family was the one leading the orders.

She would need to apologize to Link for that.

In the first moment the pair is alone after receiving the news, her lips part so she can give him the apology she feels he is owed, but Link is the one that communicates first. His sign makes her pause, a faint sanguine glimmer shining in her eyes.

“Do you mean that, Link? Do you believe you could one day grow to love me?”

[lifcaltcring]

@killjoysanonymous asked: SOOTHE - for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack

————-　❈　————-≾≿————-　❈　————-≾≿————-　❈　

'' Sssh. Sssh. You need to breathe with me Ellie .'' Inhalation. Exhalation. She takes deep steady breaths, reliant as the glow of a lighthouse to a lost seaman. In this moment, she tries to soothe the girl she loves, the girl lost in the storm of her own tormented mind. ''Look at me, I need you to breathe.'' The words fall similar to the feel of a stone; smooth yet firm. Eyes lock on Ellie, as if by dedication the anxiety that plagues her will somehow absorb into Dina. A reversal of Pandora's box. She's cautious not to touch her, not yet. Her hands are directed outwards, palms facing up like a Saint. Her open hands a life raft. Hold onto me, she thinks. Take my hands if you need to. ''I'm here, Ellie. You're safe''

[ricochetluv]

@foxiams : “ daddy ~ ” she practically sin-songs. after all, how could she miss a chance to sow chaos like so? paying for entertainment seemed logical.

𝐇𝐄'𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐅   𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑   crawling   it's   way   down   his   back   or   something   else   entirely,   but   regardless   the   words   have   the   merchant's   spine   going   ramrod   straight.   the   normal   lazy   regard   of   forest   green   eyes   split   wide   -   and   he   looks   down   at   the   foxian   -   really   looks,   as   if   trying   to   assess   the   probability   of   having   a   child   running   around   somewhere   that   he   didn't   know   about.

                         ...sampo   finds   the   stakes   a   little   too   high   for   his   liking.

he   clears   his   throat,   a   hand   fluttering   over   his   chest   then   in   typical,   rose-tinted   flourish.   

"   you   know   the   deal,   ma'am.   "   comes   his   bell-clear   tones,   pleasant   in   the   moonlight   hour.   that   hand   extends   out   to   her   then.   "   simple   pleasures   aren't   free.   pay   up,   and   don't   forget   the   12%   tax.   i'm   not   running   a   charity.   "

[bloodybcrbie]

"Don't move." -a Robin Tim from this ask meme (hi!)

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡  ‪🔪 ♥︎ ⟶ two - word sentence starters . @volucerrubidus 🔪🖤

the flickering flames of the candles seem to halt at the sound of his commanding tone. it seems to pierce through the ominous atmosphere surrounding them . the beginning of her soft chanting is interrupted as her gaze slowly ascends to rest upon him , fuschia - painted lips pursed in a tense sort of expectancy .

❝ hm ? ❞

he has stepped into dangerous territory , she gathers . she can hear the subtle amount of uneasiness in his voice , she can see the faint crinkle at the furrowing of his eyebrows. her eyes squint a bit , as if intently analyzing his expression . trying to infer what he could possibly be thinking at this very moment .

the boisterous rumble of thunder can be heard outside the curtained windows , lightening tearing across the night's sky with an illuminating flash , leaving behind an eerie sense of dread in its wake — akin to a ghastly phantom silently prowling around them . it leaves no comfort for either of them — only a sense of dark enticement . a mystery lurking beneath the surface of empty pleasantries .

she stays still , her manicured grip tightening around the candle as a thin eyebrow quirks . her raspy voice punctures through the silence , at last . except they do not carry the reassurance nor the answers he is looking for . instead , they hold within themselves a faint tinge of mockery . taunting him . .

to see if he will pursue this further .

❝ you scared ? . . . it's just a little spell . ❞

[hellsflowered]

@sinshosted 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃; ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜ //for isabela from ava maybe? :3c

» ❝ Isn't it obvious? ❞

Isabela retorts with a self-assured grin, smoothly tucking a strand of her dark, flowing hair behind her ear. Her countenance exudes confidence, betraying a firm conviction in her absolute correctness.

❝ I mean, have you seen mi familia? it's almost impossible for me to NOT believe in anything supernatural! ❞ «

[kukyc]

How do you know what happiness is ? Darkness doesn't get to live happily ever after . It's just a phase . All of it will pass . You deserve to be alone . You've hurt enough people .

⌜☬⌟ ➡ Vanitas sat there listening to the being speak and at first he wanted to deny everything. He had worked so hard and come so far after becoming his own person. Yet he still remained with the blood on his hands and that was something that will never change. It at at him everyday how much of an idiot he was to allow himself to be used like this. There was much of his past that the Darkling wished he could change but would never be able to.

“I don’t know what happiness is...” It came out as a broken whisper. Confidence long since abandoned he who who hung his head and gaze remained fixed on the ground. Yet still the cloaked being continued hitting every part that he had once believed to true down to his core. Darkness could never, no should never know happiness for all that it takes. His heart throbbed within chest with the very pain he wished to never feel again. Regret.

“I do don’t I? After all I hurt so many. I deserve to be alone.” The way golden gaze trembled as he gave voice to the words he never wished to uttered? How could he be happy when he was one of the very few people that had once been out for blood. Drawing knees close to chest he held himself as if the pressure would fix the damage to his heart. Would he ever be allowed to make up and be forgiven for his past?

Maybe it would be better if he just disappeared since that would make everyone happy.