#blade of woe

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Another day another slay

[nikolasromanovartbook]

Peha at the beginning of the Path

[nicstylus]

Oh Cicero... I showed you no mercy the first time and I would do it again in a heartbeat <3

[ciceroandlucien]

Blade of Woe not to scale XD

[tira3sii]

Penitus oculatus burned down my sanctuary can’t have shit in falkreath

[hydrachea]

I can't stop thinking about Blade saying gifts are unfamiliar.

And I can't stop thinking about Kafka and Silver Wolf, hearing that, and making it a mission to bring him gifts whenever they travel somewhere for their script - even if he's there with them. About the confusion in his eyes when they steal buy something and turn right around to hand it to him.

About his room starting out completely empty except for the bare minimum necessities, a few spare clothes and what he needs to take care his Shard Sword, but filling up with little trinkets and gifts over time. Clothes and jewelry and perfume from Kafka and posters, figures and plushies from Silver Wolf. About them also bringing food back, expensive specialties swiped from a restaurant and the weirdest option they could spot in a lone vending machine, a category of gifts that doesn't leave anything behind (except the photos they both take of the three of them eating together, or of the faces he makes when Silver Wolf manages to trick him into trying a suspicious snack while he's distracted with polishing his weapon).

About Kafka spending hours finding clothes and jewelry she thinks would suit him, because that's her love language. She gets him makeup too, refusing to let his good looks go to waste. She knows he can't put it on himself, they both do, and he doesn't care for his appearance enough otherwise - but he'll let her do his makeup for him anyway, because she enjoys it, and because he finds it soothing.

About Silver Wolf also buying him clothes, but the ones she gets aren't his style at all, and just barely his size. She gets them for him, but just so she can steal them right back - her love language is quality time, and she fills Blade's room with gifts she can borrow along with a moment of his day. It still counts as a gift, she insists, practically swimming in an oversized jacket she swiped from his closet.

About how in another life, Yingxing gave gifts to the people he loved and in this one, Blade receives them from those who love him.

[bardy-boy]

I’m not saying that the rat grinders choosing to worship an angry deity is good or just or right. What I am saying is that they’re kids in high school who just died. And they’re scared and confused. I’m saying that in a brash moment of being alone in the dark, can you really blame them for taking a hand glowing in light, even if the light was red?

[thefellomen]

⊱ Eluric | Liaison of Omens ⊰

[subzeroparade]

in my defence this is a joke for like, 10 specific people, but -

since this post on Mico-makes-a-sock-puppet-to-troll-Laurence came out of a server discussion, Sock Puppet Laurence has taken on mascot-level proportions in the discord.

so I made stickers.

bonus Ludwig Sock-Horse-Puppet.

[chex-mex]

Cicero and Xio being best assassin friends along with a lil spectral Lucien.

The more the merrier. Look at my clowns go! 

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Rufio, hanging out in the Inn of Ill Omen: Can't believe I am going to die someday.

Rufio: LOL. well back to sitting in my bedroom.

[flycasual]

I've had the idea of a black sacrament tattoo for years now and now that I've finally gone and got my first tattoo it's all I can think about I'm over here cutting up jpegs to piece together exactly how I want it

[scattered-winter]

“Pidge, do you know what’s going on with Keith?” Lance rested his hands on his hips, giving the girl a stern look. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I know something and I’m trying really really hard not to say it’ look!” Lance poked a finger into her face. “You know something about why Keith’s acting so…Keith-y!”

“It’s Keith,” Hunk pointed out. “Isn’t being emo and antisocial like, his thing?”

“He’s been gone for days,” Lance said. “Days. He’s not answering his scroll, and nobody has seen him, not even Shiro! Does anyone else find that a little concerning?”

“Of course I’m worried!” Hunk protested. “But I don’t know why you’re interrogating Pidge about it!”

“Because,” Lance said slowly, turning to jab a finger at Pidge again, “she knows something we don’t.”

Pidge’s eyes darted between them before her shoulders slumped. “Okay. Yeah. I—I promised I would keep it a secret, but…” Her brows drew together, and she bit her lower lip. “I’m worried about him. I think…I think he might have gotten into trouble.”

Lance arched a brow. “Keith. In trouble. Gods, Pidge, I can’t imagine that.” His voice was flat and humorless.

Pidge glared at him. “He could be in more trouble than you can imagine,” she said, voice low. “Real, actual trouble.”

There was no denying the serious expression on her face.

“What kind of trouble?” Hunk looked nervous, obviously picking up on Pidge’s distress.

Pidge hesitated. Then she drew in a steadying breath, squared her shoulders, and said, “Keith’s a Faunus.”

A beat.

“What?” Lance leaned away from Pidge like she’d burned him.

Hunk looked equally shocked. “What kind?”

“Cat. I think.” Pidge managed a small smile. “The ears are pretty cute, but he’d kill me if I told him that.”

“Ears?” Lance shrieked, eyes bugging out of his head.

Pidge slapped a hand over his mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” she hissed. “So I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell everyone in the fucking building!”

Hunk shook his head. “No, no. He can’t be a Faunus! He doesn’t have cat ears, he wears a…hood…”

Slowly, the color drained from his face.

“Oh my gods. He really is a Faunus, isn’t he?”

“Why is he lying to us about it?” Lance flung his arms into the air. “Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell us he’s a Faunus? And how would that get him into trouble?”

Pidge’s shoulders dropped, curling inward. “I…it’s complicated.”

“Why?” Lance demanded. “How is lying to his team complicated?”

Pidge seemed to gather her courage, drawing herself up to look Lance in the eye. “He’s a member of the Blades of Marmora.”

Behind Lance, Hunk sucked in an audible breath. “Oh. Oh.”

Lance said nothing, but his entire body tensed at the name like he was under attack.

“Lance, it’s not what you think—” Pidge began, voice desperate.

“What is he doing here, Pidge?” Lance’s voice was low and dangerous; there was no more humor in it, no more messing around. This was the voice he used when he was fighting.

Pidge wilted, wrapping her arms around herself like it could protect her from the truth. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “But I—I know Keith. I know he isn’t here to—to hurt anyone. He’s…he’s not like that.”

Lance curled his lips into a snarl. “How do you know that? We’ve known him for, what? A few weeks? How do we know he isn’t like the bastards that killed my family?”

Pidge’s eyes were bright with tears, and Hunk had one hand pressed over his mouth.

“I…I just think we should give him time to explain,” she whispered. “He deserves that much.”

Lance ground his teeth so hard he thought they might crack. “I don’t want to listen to what he has to say,” he snarled. “We need to go to the police.”

“You’re turning him in?” Hunk cried, dismayed.

Lance whirled on him. “You’re not?” He threw out his arms, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Hunk, he’s a Blade! We can’t trust him! He’s here to do something awful, I just know it!”

Hunk looked devastated; tears glistened in his eyes, and he looked sorrowfully at Lance. “Yeah. He’s a Blade. But…” He heaved a great sigh. “He’s our teammate, too. He’s saved our lives more times than any of us can count. He’s our friend. We need to at least hear him out.”

Lance was shaking, head snapping back and forth between them. He let out an incredulous, humorless laugh. “I can’t believe you two. You’re really trusting a Blade? A Blade?”

“We’re not asking you to trust him,” Pidge said quietly. She looked up, pinning Lance in place with amber eyes. “We’re just asking you to…not turn him in. At least until we’ve had a chance to talk to him.”

Lance pressed his lips together. A whirlwind of familiar emotions—grief, fear, rage—swirled in his gut, battering him like stormy waves pushing a ship out to sea.

But he knew Pidge was right. Keith had had their backs in too many fights to count. He’d had plenty of opportunities to harm them, but hadn’t. Of course, he could simply be biding his time, waiting for the right moment…but despite all the rage, all the desire for vengeance…Lance couldn’t deny that he needed to hear Keith’s side of the story first.

Slowly, he unclenched his fists and relaxed his shoulders. “Fine.” His voice came out as a low growl. “But once we’re done hearing him out, it’s time to tell the police.”

Pidge looked unhappy, but nodded reluctantly.

Hunk squeezed Lance’s shoulder, ignoring how he tensed up again. “Come on. Let’s go look for him.”

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RWBY AU RAHHHHHHHHHHH

[velvet-apricots]

Old men dynamics.

[ray-elgatodormido]

I thought it’d be funny.

Hil’s mute but she’s also an open book.

Martin is getting sick of not going to Weynon Priory