#( answered tag tbd )

[shadowdavutoglu]

FMK with the Jolly Rogers 😘💀

"F - Ansel, if I have to, so he’ll finally shut up about his Assassin Bingo Card. But mostly in order to:

M - Charlotte, because I might get some money out of our inevitable divorce.

K - Killing someone from your own gang seems counterproductive, and like a good way to get yourself killed too. But for the sake of the game, I’m going with Asa, because the fewer people my mother gives dessert to, the more there’ll be for her own family. Also because I don’t trust him."

[maximiliians]

fmk: 3 first people on the dash

arnauld, fanni, lixue (when we last checked.) 

“Killing Arnauld would lead to too much instability too close to my borders, so putting him down for fuck. I’ll marry Fanni, then maybe she will shut up about the river. So we are then killing Lixue.” 

[galedekarios]

the way some ppl go out of their way to actively seek out appropriately tagged content to get upset about to the point of making several posts in a row abt it... it's like that guy on bike meme tbh

[huntershowl]

@tewwor.

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ ( landing in hot with jie <3 )

❝ HA. ❞ IT'S PARTLY A LAUGH, PARTLY A WHEEZE through battered lungs and a cracked ribcage. persephone grits her teeth against the searing pain in her chest, counts silently to three, and pulls herself to her feet, leaning heavily on her rifle for support as if it were a very dangerous walking stick.

god damn. with the state of the hunters around her, you'd think it was hellhound herself that killed them. but it wasn't, because they did their homework and brought paralytic darts to the party. she fought through it for longer than expected — longer than a two-hundred-pound man would, longer than an animal — but even hellhound's force of will can't beat a strong drug, and eventually their limbs gave out. all it took was a knife to the gut and several strong kicks to the ribs to knock them down. for my brother, the man leading the group kept saying. for jamie.

god. they all blur together. she couldn't even tell you which of her victims jamie was if she tried. but this wasn't a surprising nor uncommon outcome, as many a brother and father have come after her for what she did to their families. and under the rage, under the monster, even under the mission that burns behind her eyes, something in her wanted him to finish the job.

but he didn't.

hellhound did not hear jie coming. he descended on them like a rapture, and by the time the last man was pulled off of her, the drug was already leaving her system and she was able to breathe a desperate, shuddering gasp.

now they stand lopsided, bleeding, half-draped over their rifle, and throw jie a cautious look. ❝ you here to finish the job? ❞

[tunichtgxt-archive]

I'm so proud of my new blog. I've switched up the queue, so please don't feel free to answer quickly. I'll be gone all weekend and probably won't take my laptop with me or won't have the time to answer. will be going to the ffvii orchestra, so 👀❤️

[kaerinio]

soooo . . . turns out i'm what the kids call neurospicy.

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[beforecreation]

do you hate mortals

"It'd be easy to think that, wouldn't it? It's a natural assumption, after all, a destroyer's job involves removing mortals that are deemed a detriment. It's certainly not a job for those with a bleeding heart. Mortals can be cruel, vain, and capable of an endless amount of detriment to the very planets they occupy, if not to the entire universe... But deities can be just as bad, if not worse than the mortals they preside over. It's quite peculiar, is it not?"

"I have no contempt for mortals, the most invigorating moments of my life were all a result of actions made by mortals. Rest assured, my hate is reserved for individuals."

[shadowdavutoglu]

What gives you the ick?

"I had to ask Ceylan what this meant, so thanks for reminding me that I'm past thirty. She said a lot of times it's used about turnoffs in relationships, so I'd say, wanting a relationship gives me the ick. If I go home with somebody, all I'm interested in is one night. If we trade numbers, it's only to set up some other night. So if a girl starts talking about dating or hanging out or whatever, I'm out.

Did I use that right? I'm not going to ask Ceylan."

[maximiliians]

Who did you last say “I love you” to?

“My son.” 

[galedekarios]

Do you check first to see if the people whose posts you react to on your blog follow you, or do you not really care if they see your reaction?

i'm posting my personal opinion on my personal blog to something i saw several times over in the main tags.

i'm not sure what you want me to say here, but no, i have neither the time or spoons to check who follows me or doesn't follow me every single time i make a post, nor do i find that healthy behaviour. i try to not look at my follower count at all.

[nxtesinthemargin]

Share a random headcanon. ( loki)

Loki was quite sickly as a child. He tended to get sick especially during the warmer months in Asgard. He often got heat stroke and had to be taken to the infirmary. While Thor was concerned about his little brother being okay, his friends were annoyed that the little tag along had fallen sick and stopped their fun again. Because he spent so much time in the infirmary he was close to several of the healers. As he grew older and started learning to control his magic he learned healing spells to keep him from having to go to the infirmary as often.

[vigilantdesert]

❦ >:) (u know this i think. mysterious aloof gal with strong amazonian woman? count me in)

Ships in the Night

You can't begin to imagine the stranglehold Meg already has on Urbosa's heart

That betrayal's going to twist like a knife :))))

[crownednight]

They both find sleep hard to come by, but it is easier now, he thinks, for the pair of them, sneaking into one another's chambers, propriety be damned, wrapped in each other's arms, together in every way they could be before finally succumbing to the few hours of rest they can each manage. His fingers ran through her hair, her head laid on his chest, the sheets tangled around them,her breathing even. Jace assumed Amaya slept, words whispered against the top of her head with a kiss: "I love you." // @worthyheir

__________✨       SHE        IS        CAUGHT        SOMEWHERE        BETWEEN       WAKING       &&       DREAMING.       sleep   has   not   been   a   friend   to   her   since   the   day   nightsong   fell   from   the   sky,       but   she   comes   closest   to   that   oblivion   when   he   holds   her.    she   can   hear   his   heart   from   where   she   lays,       timing   her   breathing   to   the   beats   beneath.     such    a    simple    thing    tethers    her    to    this    life,       gives    her    something    to    hope    &&    fight    for.       her   life   has   been   a   storm   for   so   many   months,     but    this    is    the    peace    after    the    wind    blows.       from   the   edges   of   her   consciousness,       she   hears   his   declaration.     i    love    you.       she   cannot   be   sure   she   has   not   conjured   it   from   the   depths   of   her   soul     (       the   words   are   well   lodged   in   her   chest,       warming   the   piece   of   her   she   thought   long   gone     )       she   tightens   her   hold   on   him   just   slightly,       her   finger   lightly   thrumming   three   times   along   his   side.       a   word   hidden   in   each.       her   own    i    love    you.       in   this   bed,       she   is    safe,     she    is    cherished.       the   dawn   is   still   some   hours   off.       for   now,       she   settles   into   his   embrace    &&    lets   sleep   well    &&    truly   take   her.

[silverjetsystm]

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday - [*stares at the Xmas tree* the System]

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS. | Accepting

Shabbat is a holiday. Jake will defend this hill when he can. Steven concurs even. Rest. Disconnect. Doesn’t matter if they sleep through Saturday day more often than not and wake up a few hours before Havdalah. There’s still Friday night.

Marc counters with the whole saving others. Higher callings. Know how much trouble people get up to when they got the whole weekend in front of them?

Tonight is a rare night where Marc loses. Everyone’s invited for the occasion. Tess got tipped off by Jake a week before. If they do it even once, Jake rules they do it all the way.

Back when Steven and Jake began fronting again, Mission gamely doubled its expansive kitchen. Meat separated from dairy. A third kitchen for all the mixing Marc and Steven do when left to their own devices. Jake schlepped an eclectic plethora of dishes, utensils, and all the pans back and forth from the mikveh.

Homemade and store bought potluck smells waft through living walls. Roast chicken with potatoes and carrots is the centerpiece (light on the garlic for the vampires’ sake). Plenty of different mains, sides, and desserts for kosher, halal, carnivorous, vegan, vegetarian. Wine glasses are full, mocktails aplenty, blood bags disguised by lidded mugs and metal straws.

The study is shut, the doors are open wide. Mr. Kni.ght and Dr. Moon, Reese and Soldier, the vampire children’s living parents, Greer and William, 8-Ball, and Dr. Sterman and whoever passes through. Grimm himself got an invite. Llewyn with a load of fresh produce to go home with any leftovers. Neighbors.

Let all who are hungry, etc. etc.

If anyone rolls up for an emergency, they are ready for that too.

The host(s)’ mask is neatly folded at the bridge of their nose; if this was the Mission only, one would’ve considered removing it entirely. Regardless, their head is covered if not traditional. Tension is clenched fists, a tick in their jaw, deep breaths when they think nobody’s looking. Last minute checks.

“Tess.” Marc with the con, mutters in her ear. “Could you do candles?” Two gleaming silver candlesticks await with a Netilat Yadayim wash cup and bowl of water on the midnight blue table clothed, expansive dining room table that wasn’t there this morning. “We can skip Shalom Aleichem --” he trails off, leaving room for her to agree or push back in case she had some sort of feelings about songs. “I can do kiddush. Dr. Sterman can do hamotzi. Then we can eat. Yeah?”

Another hesitation, glancing in her eyes. “Thank you for being here...I.” Glove rubs back of neck. “This is good. I think.”

If it goes well, they can do it again. Sometime. Maybe wear Marc down into a monthly ritual.

[luscinai]

full post later but on this blog it's canon that lu's other mom is selina. and by that I mean be careful of your pockets <3