#driptgold

[healscoliseum]

his eyes light up when he sees he following, in this order: (1) soraya in that beautiful robe, a work of art in that red gauzy fabric (2) the wine glass in one of her hands and (3) the phone in the other. taking a long sip from his own glass, he drapes his arm over her and smirks into the camera. #classybitchactivities

at this point, she’s lost track of how many pictures she’s taken. when she’d started, she’d been draped lazily in the nearest chair, glass of wine much closer to full than it is now. the gauzy robe drapes just right, and, well… how is she meant to miss out on all these pictures when she looks this good?

she doesn’t even turn when his arm drapes over her, just leans into his side. her own smirk blossoms into view as she slants her gaze toward him, remains visible for just a moment before it disappears behind her wine glass. 

                              “we look good.”

@driptgold

[softmagicks]

drapes on her.

she makes a pleased noise, leaning into him comfortably.

yes, this is nice. another pleased noise sounds from low in her throat and she takes a minute to tuck herself closer. this is safe, comfortable.

fuck what anyone else has to say about it.

“hi, baby.”

@driptgold

[plagueash]

drops a dagger in her lap. when removed from the black leather sheath, she’ll see that the blade is jet black but somehow luminous. and razor sharp. he radiates impatience — this is her birthday present and he’s dying to know how she likes it.

she lifts her eyebrows. even before the dagger hits her lap, she can see the impatience coming off of him in waves — can’t say that she’s surprised. there’s a snort of laughter that edges on fond, an exaggerated roll of her eyes before she can even think to stop it. 

humming, she unsheathes the blade, eyes it curiously. maybe she’s imagining the glint of light off the edge, but it looks sharp, dangerous.

she loves it.

she flashes him a broad grin, slipping the dagger back into the sheath. “this is fuckin’ cool.”

@driptgold

[nevivorona]

julian says lucio has no rights and also he sucks

[dispetal]

                 Send me an ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal!

@driptgold -- BOLD WORDS coming from someone who is helping me shape how i play and see ruby!! you’re just as brilliant at all your characters and i honestly cannot wait to thread with you on any of my blogs. you rock.

@soultimed -- are you kidding me?? you’ve helped me see an entirely new side to oz that i haven’t seen before, and it’s refreshing to see! while i’m at it, you are INSANELY talented as an artist, every time you reblog your art i get so happy that someone so talented is someone i know!!

[dieverge-a]

‘ whatcha gonna do now? ’

        “I    dunno,    my    man.    Die,    probably.”            Brows    knit    up    in    false    surprise    and    sorrow.            “Oof,    yikes,    isn’t    that    DISCRIMINATORY    to    you,    since    you    ARE    dead?”           Whoops.

[marigoldeneyes]

tams, tengo una pregunta sumamente importante. tengo que saber si nish cree en lo siguiente: 'sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy sanará mañana'.

los canticos rituales sobre traseros de anfibios son, de hecho, la piedra angular de sus conocimientos sobre sanación y nos dan una introducción al extenso arte del mezclar la música con gel mentolado y la creencia en los cuartos traseros de estos verdes animales, en este ensayo yo

[bauglirth]

love me, elf satan.

♛ : RANDOM INBOX ; ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

oh, lucio.  NOBODY  loves you. 3

[girlwise-a]

driptgold replied to your post “your annabeth brings me so much nostalgia?? like it just makes me...”

seconded.

i love you sm.

[healscoliseum]

' that was something, huh. ' cheerfully, he shoves an upstart ( and definitely drunk ) patron off the seat he'd claimed. all it takes is a smirk and a flash of his claws to send them scrambling to the other side of the tavern. ' YOU were something, ' he continues, setting down a bottle. with a flourish, he pops the cork and watches the wine fill two glasses. ( the red matches both the color of her lips and the blood she spilled on the coliseum floor. ) ' tell me you're gonna do that again. '

her mouth is a sharp curve of amusement, gaze settled on him briefly – it’s hard not to, she can admit that, especially when everything about him screams look at me. eyes drop to inspect her fingernails then ( can’t give him too much attention, can’t make things too easy for him ) and she bites back a noise of displeasure at a rather pronounced crack running along one of them.

“of course i was something,” she says easily, allowing him only a flash of a too-sweet smile ( she means it; she doesn’t care who he is, she’s not making things too easy for him. ) “i’m impressive.” there’s an arch of an eyebrow like she’s daring him to argue with her on that.

she doesn’t particularly suspect that he will.

and, well- “i’m usually more behind the scenes.” she’d intended to help, really; stepping foot in the arena had never been a part of her plan. do no harm and all that. “that said…” she hums, tilts her head like she’s looking for something – and maybe she is. “i could be persuaded to fight again.”

@driptgold

[softmagicks]

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

the sound of his voice gives her pause, makes her blink in surprise. she feels her face flush a little, the curve of her mouth a bashful smile. a quiet, fond noise leaves her. now that he’s spoken, she’s thinking better of getting up; that much is evident in the way she settles heavily against his side.

“you say that like i won’t be back sooner or later,” she says, as if she hadn’t simply settled down beside him again once she’d spoken. she all but drapes herself over him, humming contently. “we both gotta get up eventually.”

@driptgold

[plagueash]

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

the roll of her eyes is probably obvious even from a distance, the action of it moving her whole body. she can’t help it – he’s so fucking dramatic. she presses a hand against his shoulder to prevent him sitting up further, and, what do you know: the eye roll is back.

“quit bein’ a fuckin’ baby,” ana demands, snorting out a laugh. “you need to sit down and let somebody deal with your shoulder.” a pointed look follows, suggesting that it’s likely she’s going to be that somebody. “you look like shit an’ you’re gonna keep lookin’ like shit if you don’t let me deal with this.”

@driptgold

[nevivorona]

it seems to me         that love could be labeled poison                  and we’d drink it anyways.

jul/cio aesthetic for @driptgold

[fadedintheflames]

driptgold replied to your post “driptgold replied to your post “((Hey all, sorry I basically...”

as someone who was at this point earlier in the semester, you got this. it’s hella difficult to see it now, but you’ll come out of this and things will be okay.

yeah it’s just extra stressful cause it’s my BFA show and i need to get things DONE

[wileds]

💞 wink wonk, did we expect anything different.

💞 friends with benefits  /  with these two?  yep, it’s an unsurprising outcome but still good.  i am eager for love to get the Full Lucio Experience, and vice versa because love is also a Character to be around especially with all the extra arcana tidbits.

what kind of r/s does your muse want with mine?

[anbik-blog]

driptgold replied to your post: day ???? of me putting up with my girlfriend’s...

wHAT THE FUCK

ms ‘all my icons are tits’.