#bloodymyhands

[featherstcnes]

@bloodymyhands asked for angst and i delivered

a part of her wished she could say that she knew this was a bad idea from the start. it seemed a simple enough mission, though. a small tactical team ( led by the armorer ) would go in, get what they needed, and get out. bo had trusted the intel given to her by a few other mandalorians -- she'd even done some of her own research. for all she knew, the city that the team was going to was going to be empty. it was supposed to be abandoned, destroyed since the empire had left. and yet the moment she lost contact with the team, she knew that things had turned sideways. there had been consistent check ins. and while she had waited for a response, giving them time in case they were needing to stay quiet, there was a point that bo-katan couldn't sit idle anymore.

and so she found herself on the same planet that the other mandalorians had went to, attempting to be as stealthy as possible with the group she'd brought to save those that she'd lost contact with. " move out, " bo-katan commanded tilting her head down the hallway. they'd cased out the seemingly empty town for a bit before coming up with a strategy. she just had to hope that it ended up working. the seemingly old town was just a facade, as its depths below were remnants from the empire. bo had her blasters in her hands, preparing to defend herself if necessary. there didn't appear to be many heat signatures around -- at least not yet.

careful feet brought her down an empty hall, hearing footsteps from the other mandalorians in the other sections of the labyrinths down here. her eyes immediately focused on the image of the armorer's helmet and furs on the desk near what she assumed were holding cells, but she found only one door closed. her stomach dropped instantly. was she still alive? was this part of her armor just perched on this desk as a warning to bo and her team? a sign that they were next for coming here to save their people?

grabbing the helmet and the furs that the woman donned every day, bo-katan moved further down the hall to the door that she had seen shut. all of the other cells were empty, at least down this hallway. she had to assume that the other mandalorians were held elsewhere. but truthfully? the others were the last thing on her mind at the moment. pressing a button on the pad on the frame of the door, she saw the door quickly slide open, only for her to be met with a sight that had her frozen in place. the unmasked features that her eyes immediately went to, the vision of a woman that her mind wouldn't let her forget even if she'd attempted to. the voices of the men and woman she had brought with her faded around her, and all she found herself able to do was stand in the door frame, staring at the woman that was equally someone she admired and someone she had let herself hate for years.

her fingers tightened on the grip of the woman's helmet in her hand. all this time. all this time, and bo-katan had been blind to the possibility that the armorer was anyone from her past. she should have known, hearing how many times that the woman had spoken of death watch, even if it had just been in passing. rook kast. she would remember that face anywhere. it had been engraved in her mind the moment she'd lost mandalore.

" bo-katan! " she'd heard axe's voice break her out of her trance. " i'm here, " she yelled after a moment, clenching her fists. somehow, she had taken further steps into the cell. she let herself look at the woman again, seeing the blood in her hairline, the shallow breathing that was the only sign she was still alive. the footsteps coming closer down the hall had her making a split second decision to cover the armorer's face with the helmet once more, careful to avoid hurting her any further with the movement. soft brown hair stuck out from the bottom of the helmet, but bo didn't have the time to care to fix it. she couldn't, not now.

when axe rushed in, talking about incoming ships and blaster fire, bo nodded. " is everyone safe? accounted for? " once she received confirmation, she leaned down towards the armorer. " help me get her onto my ship. " she said, axe not hesitating as he moved to one side of her, moving an arm around the woman to help get her up, bo supporting from the other side. there was blaster fire ringing in the air the moment she set foot outside, but bo ignored it as she rushed to get the armorer onto her ship to set the woman down on a seat. she'd have to hope that the trip was gentle enough to get her home safely -- it wasn't as if she had a ship with bunks, with anything useful to help the woman. this would have to be enough.

" go, " axe had said. and she had. the mandalorians were not on the losing side of the battle this time. they would make it home safely, bo-katan knew that.

when she'd arrived back on mandalore, she'd avoided the med bay that part of the tribe had been rebuilding, and she'd immediately went to the forge. to the quarters that the woman in her arms had been building as a place for herself, away from everything else. once she was sure that they were alone, bo took off her helmet, placing the blue metal piece on a table near the door frame before she moved over to the armorer. she grabbed whatever supplies she could around the room, knowing that the woman had to have something that bo could use to at least help clean her up. once she had a few spare pieces of clean cloth, she moved back to the armorer's bedside. before she could tell herself otherwise, bo took off the woman's helmet. she'd already seen her once. and bo wasn't sure what injuries that she had. she was sure that the armorer had plenty of injuries under her clothing. but bo didn't see any rips or too much blood on the fabric, and so she kept her hands away. cursing under her breath, bo used the fabric to brush away at some of the blood on the armorer's head. her touch was firm, yet still gentle as she moved over the other woman.

a part of her felt as if she should feel like she owed the armorer nothing, now that bo knew who she really was. but how could she just let her suffer?

once she had cleaned her up enough to the point where it looked as if the bleeding had stopped, bo cleaned her hands of the woman's blood and took a deep breath. she felt like she barely had processed exactly who was laying in front of her, but at the same time, her mind felt like it couldn't even begin to attempt to. she didn't know what to feel and some quiet part of her was grateful that she didn't have to speak yet. that she didn't have to attempt to put words to how she was feeling. despite the endless thoughts running through her mind, she sat at a chair near the bed, eyes focused on the unconscious woman. her feelings aside ( both good and bad ) , bo knew that she couldn't just leave the woman alone. maybe the armorer would never forgive her for seeing her like this. maybe she would never let bo speak to her again because of it.

she would say she didn't care after the events of the day, but bo-katan knew that would be a lie.

[crumbledstatues]

@bloodymyhands sent : there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all. | ALICENT (for Rhaenyra)

THERE IS ONLY ONE PERSON WHO HAVE SEEN EVERY FASCET OF ALICENT. That is Rhaenyra. As much as Alicent has seen it as a weakness, there is no way to escape it as long as Rhaenyra lives. Her former friend knows most, if not all, of her past secrets. She knows what makes her tick and send her to the brink. She knows of Alicent's dreams, what she wished for if she was anywhere but here. It haunts her, what can be used against her now that they have become like this.

"I could say the same about you, Rhaenyra. You think you could hide under a cloak of righteousness, that you could do no wrong. But I know you."

[iccarian]

“  shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding.  ” ― @bloodymyhands, sabine wren.

rogue whips around with the frenzy of a wounded animal, ripping the outstretched hand from elbow in the process. gaze is sharp as the silver of a blade, teeth grit into a half - snarl, borne of the outrage that boils beneath their skin. what self righteousness, to claim such a tone. but ―― dizziness in waves nearly topples shin before they can protest, a pounding ache in their skull demanding as much attention as the wound in their side. they waiver, breath hissing as head is shook as if to rid the blurriness creeping over their vision. fine.

she sits ( ― collapses, more like ) in one of the creaky chairs in ahsoka's shuttle, huffing through the feverish warmth climbing up pale skin as unsteady fingers make clumsy work of unlacing the armor over shoulder & torso. ❝ and whose fault is that? ❞ she still manages to glare at sabine, ire ever - present. ❝ i didn't need your help. if you hadn't interfered -- ❞ a stifled groan, one of the makeshift plates peeling the thin - cloth tunic underneath from the sticky mess of blood seeping from her side. ❝ i hate this planet. ❞

[selunaris]

hotd prompts

@bloodymyhands asked: ❝ were that to happen, losses would be incalculable. ❞ - from shadowheart

"Must you always be so... glum?" Luna's shoulders dropped, seemingly exhausted with such a conversation. She supposed she should hardly be surprised, when they were servants to goddesses sworn against one another. It was like Shadowheart was determined to be difficult. "I know it doesn't really fit the Sharran aesthetic but come on! Have a bit of... hope or something!"

[eldritchborn]

“&– - She said she was looking for the world, and no one tried to stop her until she gave her sword up to the lord.” A look flickered across Kasaen's face, before the page was tucked away. “&– - Old prose, while poetic, doesn't seem like it holds much weight to the current going ons.” // @bloodymyhands liked for a starter !

[kismade]

" i'm always early. " kismet grins, all teeth. they are. but that more to do with the fact that time seems to slow to long grinding halt around them. the passage. the effects. the actual magic of time itself. but perhaps that's just how the evil little being functioned. " i wasn't able to get anything good from the logs though. unless you want to inspect my work, shin hati. " / @bloodymyhands gets one for shin hati too.

[lightsiided]

“war is hell, rey.” - from ahsoka maybe?

* hitchcock prompts | accepting

     tiredly, rey rubs at her eyes. "i know," she murmurs. out of any number of things she is certain of, that sticks out above the REST. "i know."

it's hard not to feel like she did when she was younger -- uncertain and afraid, with the odds dire and unfortunate possibilities stacking up around her. it weighs on rey's shoulders until the simple act of standing and walking starts to feel difficult. WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO? if only there was an easy answer.

"we have no choice." there is much at stake -- perhaps even more than the last time war found her. rey has a family now. a planet full of people who count on her. a legacy she's not done building yet. a whole new generation of people just like her -- people who need her HELP. "we tried to stop this before it got out of control. but he was too fast. now... we need all the help we can get."

there is no turning back. no considering the what ifs or should haves. there is only FORWARD. rey catches the other's gaze and holds it. "so, can i count on you?"

@bloodymyhands

[folkorae]

❧ ⸻ muse roulette starter for @bloodymyhands / Feyre & Nesta !

“ 𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 ? ” 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲 ; looking at her older sister through the dressing table mirror. Feyre turned and faced Nesta with a hairbrush in her hand. “ I can't decide if I want to wear my hair up or half up tonight. ” She confessed. “ I also need help deciding on my dress. ” Feyre knows that the two have never had a good relationship in the past, but she hopes that maybe asking for help from her sister, who always knew how to dress beautifully and elegantly, could give the two a moment alone to talk.

[featherstcnes]

"are you okay?" shadowheart for lorna

it had been a long day. she could feel the weight of all that had happened start to weigh on her shoulders and she'd tried to push it down, but apparently, she hadn't been doing that well of a job holding it in. lorna took a breath and looked off to the side. she could feel that she was drained. her patron felt like a tiny voice in the back of her head telling her that the work still wasn't done. but what was supposed to be an easy day turned out to be a disaster, fights breaking out all across baldur's gate. lorna had often been a loner since she'd left her old friends, so traveling with a group was a bit of a change of pace. she wasn't used to people... worrying about her. not since -- she pushed that thought out of her mind.

" i'm fine, " lorna said a bit too quickly, attempting to dismiss the other's words. " you shouldn't worry about me. i'll sleep it off. " she focused on looking through her bag of holding for a moment, attempting to find her journal and some charcoal to write a few things down. they'd learned some valuable things today. well, lorna had. there was nothing she felt too inclined to share. these people may have welcomed her into this party in some ways, but she had her own goals that were far from the safety of the realm. " you can go see if anyone else needs healing. " though, she wasn't sure if shadowheart was referring to her physical health or whatever mess was going on inside her mind.

i could live here forever, pt. 2. / accepting

[crumbledstatues]

@bloodymyhands sent : we both know know what you've done. | ALICENT (for Rhaenyra)

"WHAT I'VE DONE?" it's pointed, finger poised defiantly and outward towards Rhaenyra's chest. "I serve my House. I serve the realm. I do my duty and what is asked of me and listen. Look what you have done." She does not need to mention it. It is laced in the venom on her tone. Rhaenyra was rebellious as a child, carefree. Her bastard boys are stark evidence of what she has done. Yet she was doted on by her father, her own children left to pick up the pieces.

[heartheaded]

@bloodymyhands { chloe }

The storm had finally settled. Rachel's patience and fear and trauma had almost been worth it, just to feel the dopamine rush of being free again. Just to be out of that damned dark room, the heat of fire at her fingers as it all went up in flames.

She couldn't open with that though, especially with how Chloe looked. Chloe wasn't at the top of her mind during a majority of her being missing, but it was clear she lived rent free in the others'. She knew that when they were together. Those times they snuck off to vandalize shit or piss off Frank or just run away for a little while. It meant everything, even if it didn't seem like it. Something about her elusive nature, her ability to stay on top of others' intentions. She basically had to put herself under witness protection to pull it off.

When she was around the school, Rachel thought no one could touch her without burning themselves. Literally and socially, she thought herself on top of the world, center stage. Everything was about her and her theater and her demons.

On top of that, she held a personal secret so fairytale-like that especially Chloe never found out about it. Acting skills always reign supreme, after all. Although, it didn't save her in time to avoid Nathan and the Vortex Club.

When she heard Nathan and Mr. Jefferson were now behind bars, she simply came out of hiding. And disappearing wasn't a walk in the park. The amount of explanations that front her mind wouldn't do out here. Not when she just finished her community rounds, also trying to get a slip of cash without resorting to horrible matters which... Have definitely crossed her mind.

Rachel stands casually with a hand on her hip, barely able to pull off that winning smile. Her heart is beating so loudly she can hear it in her ears, but if both of them freak out they might cause a scene. So, tucking back her hair, she offers a crumb.

The biggest wrench of them all is that she didn't expect Chloe and her mom to stick around this dump, but of course now it's the world's biggest junkyard. Of course she'd still find solace here. She does feel relief in that, but also a carefully tucked away regret that might have to have the dust blown off it in the next ten minutes.

"My poster said 'missing', remember?"

As if she's keeping an eye out, her gaze drifting and not meeting Chloe's eyes as she continues. There's still a vague sense of panic that someone else less savory would see her, but so far it's just been the most resilient Arcadia Bay had to offer. Some recognized her, some were relieved she's alive, but so far her own parents haven't cropped up and she can't bring herself to find out. Yet.

"You still live somewhere in town? Want to hear all about my forced vacation, right? I'll drop you all the lore you could ask for. Promise."

[feuerwizard]

@bloodymyhands || cont.

Caleb meets Keyleth's gaze with a solemn expression, brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t know,” he reluctantly admits. The gnawing uncertainty inside him threatens to consume him whole, and he despises the feeling. "For now, the plan is to regroup and gather our strength. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next." And clearly, he and Beauregard had not been, despite what assistance they received from the rogue adventuring party and the Voice of the Tempest.

“I have allies I can call upon, and I suggest you do the same.” The task at hand has grown far beyond what the rest of them can handle on their own. Both he and Keyleth were nearly killed at the key, but there is no turning back now, not when Ludinus poses such a risk to all of Exandria. “I’m… aware we hardly know each other, but stopping Ludinus has been a particular interest of mine for many years.”

[maidmyth]

💝  to  wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse. (rhaenyra)

affection, @bloodymyhands.

ah, dawn's beauty — such delight to live even now! before us, sea-sky border blurs as both land & water meet as one. as arm wraps 'round form, body leans into touch & lips lift upwards with nothing less than pure tenderness. gaze turns, emerald meeting violet. " what a view this is... " falls sweetest sigh. " i must be careful, though. i may stay here forever. " silence follows, moment worhsipped, then mere whisper: " if only life could be so untroubled for eternity. "

[bloodymyhands]

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SENT AWAY

BUT THEY FORGOT TO COME AND GET ME

#BLOODYMYHANDS ⸻ independent & private multifandom multi-muse blog written by daisy. (27, she/they, est). across various fandoms including hotd, star wars, doctor who, bg3, critical role, and more. literature-heavy. lover of female ocs.

[goddessrisen]

Anonymous said, ⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character, 💻 ― excellent writing, and 🌼 ― creative headcanons. different blog for each pls! moot awards || accepting

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@mellodiies , @aercnaut , @twinklefists / @bloodymyhands , @ofovertime , @goldenfists , @giftedeath , @zealctry + so many more talented cuties

💻 ― excellent writing

@empyreous , @deadn30n , @attroxx , @strywoven , @vuulpecula , @finalslay , @vulpesse + again, so many others

🌼 ― creative headcanons

@spxnglr , @fangier , @predeition , @violevin + all of my moots tbfh, I was just trying to be good about one option per blog lmfao

[theirmadness]

senses & other specific headcanons.

📁 requested . . . irene adler.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? expensive perfume. something designer and obscenely expensive, and extremely hard to get your hands on. one of those limited releases things. but that's when she leaves the house. at home, she prefers floral scents. sweet but not overwhelming. she'll either smell like flowers or something warm like honey and cinnamon. it depends on the season. it's always something enticing and extremely pleasant.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? extremely soft. like, baby's bottom soft. her skin is naturally soft, but she takes very good care of it with daily lotioning. even before she was a dominatrix, she hardly ever did much labour work. they're also always pleasantly warm and they always smell like whatever her favourite hand lotion is at the time. whenever she comes in contact with water, she makes sure to lather her hands in lotion so they're always soft.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲? a very calorie conscious, clean diet. mind you, she is the biggest supporter of indulgence, but as someone who grew up surrounded by people who indulged too much, irene is very good at taking care of her body. everything from vitamins, booster shots and organic ingredients. she'll have a high protein breakfast, low carbs, green smoothies. but, there's always room for a little sweet treat here and there.

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞? irene is a performer. she is a talented dancer and singer. she can play various instruments, but her favourite is the piano and acoustic guitar. she has a sultry singing voice, and is naturally gifted at singing. for a while, irene did seriously consider a professional singing career. music and dance is one of her deepest loves.

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬? none that anyone ever sees, except sherlock. she's an anxious tapper, and a nail biter, but only when she's in the privacy of her own home. out where others can see, no one would ever see even the tiniest crack in the perfect composure of her character.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 / 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫? picture perfect elegance. as the dominatrix, she wears designer clothes. ultra femnine, with a hint of femme fatale. blood red lipstick, skin tight dresses, pencil skirts, high heels and diamonds. when she isn't the dominatrix, she's casual. jeans, summer dresses. anything that feels good on the day, and the weather. but whatever she chooses to wear, it's usually a portrait of who she is in that moment.

𝐢𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨? extremely so. with the right people. physical touch is a weapon to be wielded and currency to be traded, but true affection? it's something rare and difficult to come by from her. it takes a lot for her to trust a person enough to even want to be affectionate with them. it takes a certain kind of vulnerability she doesn't wear all too often. more often than not, her affection is shown through gestures, rather than touch. a gift, a favour, attention. sometimes, the password of her phone.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧? on her side, hands tucked in under her head.

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦? not at all. she is very soft spoken, and rarely ever raises her voice, even when angry or agitated. composure is something that she prides herself in, but the idea of femininity she likes to present for her business requires this persona.

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