#mercysought

[immobiliter]

Any time I see you on my activity tab my heart grows about 3 times bigger, what a joy it is to have you as a writing partner and get to explore writing with you ❤

ahhhhh SKELLS !!! you are a gem, thank you & all of this right back at you 💕💕 i miss you lots & i am obviously very excited to return to writing our things eventually, but i hope you are living your best ( if tired ) life with baby skells, i'm sending you all of my love !!!

[mindsmade]

@mercysought / unprompted: I just want to remind you that your writing is incredible and how lucky we all are to have you as a writing partner ❤ take care! ❤

insert :wah: emoji here!!! you're as much of a gem as you always have been pal — thank you for your kind words and i do hope you and your family are doing wonderfully 💙

[recitedemise]

@mercysought asked: ❛  let’s  pretend  like  we’re  friends .  ❜ from maxima :) (𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 STARTERS: no longer accepting.)

A strange request...but as usual, he's calm. Gale, dressed to the nines—a ravishing ensemble, his cloth of purple kissed prettily with teal—looks casually upon the twirling masses. He's little one for galas, more a man of libraries than lavish sprawls; however, with Maxima's quip, he craves home more than ever. Gosh, her cruel, foul mouth! Lesser men would wail. 

Fortunately, Gale, ears ringing with the crashing music, is hardly one to rile. As it were, he and Maxima go way back, far back, his chest with bomb and his hair more grey. She's scalding where he soothes. She's knives where he's poetry. And diametrically opposed, born to clash like the elements, Gale, beside her, finds a state of equilibrium; that is, he, inspired, grows sassy, too.

"Under better circumstances, I would advocate for being of the very same mind," he starts lamely, "but as it were, you've those morals of a corkscrew." You're a jester, Gale. He finishes his glass of wine, sets it down, and bunches his brows. Maxima... "I wonder what it is friendship with you entails. If you're asking for a dance, this is a rather roundabout way of doing it."

Not one to fear burns, Gale turns, her sharp eyes greeting him through the sheen of chandeliers. Things have changed since their youth, his life now compromised. (He needs her help.) She still dreams, he's sure.

[prvtocol]

sending you all the biggest kisses and hugs and that I miss miss bribri so so much ❤ your writing and characterization are as always stunning!

aww, the smile i had seeing this ;; i really miss you, your writing, your muses, and your edits too, skells 🥺 so glad i can see your beautiful art on twitter tho ♡♡♡

[idolbound]

Templars take lyrium and it becomes infused with their blood

if you really think about it, there really is a blood mage in all of us in thedas 🤔

@mercysought don't tell Meredith that. 💀

[afraidofchange]

I will just say, I'm turning 30 this year. Life is not different than when I was 29. Winter blues are shit and hormones are shittier. Have my words of encouragement ❤️ you'll be fine ❤️

@mercysought thank you, Skells. I appreciate you and your kindness ♥♥

[orphidian]

I will never have all the joy sparked by seeing you in any of your accounts 💓

[harringtontmaa]

steve better have cleaned that ice cream scoop before putting it in his pocket or I swear to god

           going to have to say no to that one, skells. it's also incredibly unlikely that he washed it before serving the next customer with it. sorry to everyone in starcourt who wanted some ice cream because your scooper is a disaster boy.

[aglaecan]

@mercysought sent a meme: ❛ You regret helping me yet? ❜ from loane to margaux i don't have her on my list of muses anymore but for mar? my whole kingdom

Hawke snorts. She can’t actually see the dwarf from this perspective, but she peers sideways as far as she can and can almost make out the curve of the pretty little lady’s arse out of the corner of her eye. Inspiring, frankly. Inspiring enough to keep working, even though she’s starting to lose feeling in her fingers. Maker, is it going to hurt when the blood goes tingling and burning back into her extremities after this one!

She grunts and shifts her weight, walking her feet up the wall to give herself a little more support and a little more slack – and a slightly better angle on what she’s working on. A series of quiet, incomprehensible sounds follows, as she cranes her head awkwardly to one side and manages to get a grip with her teeth on the thin bit of wire sewn into her seams, dragging it out. 

She twists enough to get the wire into her fingers and works quickly; with a few metallic clicks and clunks, the lock on the manacles holding her to the cell wall releases and she drops to the floor, silent in her soft leather boots.

Hawke crosses to where Loane is bound to the wall in identical fashion, hands over her head and locked in heavy iron chains. She grins, twirling the bit of wire she’s used as a lockpick between her fingers in a showy, theatrical sort of fashion.

“Regret?” she says as she bends to free Loane from her bonds as well. “Void, no! I haven’t had this much fun in ages!”

[desanguined]

      @mercysought​   ( maxima )     //    cont  .

             QUIET.  SILENCE .   the time worn clink of armor abandoned for the fine elegance of her abode.  replaced with the shadow of silk & velvet. he watches her with shaded interest.  long fingers swirling the wine glass with idle elegance. too pale eyes narrow at the gem at her throat. watching with narrowed gaze it’s soft pirouette between the grip of her fingers.   gold chain left to molten glow in the light of the candles.

he could guess, of course . surmise it’s origin by it’s make. it’s cast. housing & fastening.   but he is no an archeologist,  and she did not bring him here to play games.

so the pale man takes a long, thoughtful, sip of his wine.  a fine year,  well ordered.  so easy to tell the petit bourgeois.  poor wine in thrice too gaudy glasses.  foisted upon him for they think he would not know better.  a beast with tastes unrefined. 

Maxima makes no such mistake, and he dares allow himself a genuine smile. to meet her eyes, unshaded.  allow the intense strangeness of his gaze to burrow into her own.  “ No.  But I do believe you are going to tell me.  ”

[lyfeward]

priestess vc hey amis do you want to join my cult? I need a strong healer like you because (waves at self)

❝I am humbled by such an offer, righteous one, but must decline. Cults give me indigestion. Particularly concerning as I have not possessed a functioning digestive system for nearly a century. Perhaps a poultice for the road instead?❞

[immobiliter]

gates truly was the only valid person on the walrus

truly, there's a reason why s1 is the least feral season of black sails and it's all because gates was there. holding everything together with both hands

[mindsmade]

Your new icon looks beautiful ❤️ I'm scattered everywhere but the joy of seeing your blog on my dash? 📈📈

omggg skells, my buddy pal – thank you sm 😭 so happy to know you’re hanging around and keeping an eye on all us fools over here 💙 ( @mercysought )

[marblecarved]

@mercysought sent a letter to shireen baratheon: ‘‘ [ boop ] - your muses boops my muse on the nose. ’’

prompt: platonic and familial actions.

Oh ! Scrunching her nose at the unexpected action, Shireen looks up from her book, not quite sure who to expect — but her surprise soon gives way to a brief, delighted giggle when she sees who it is. ❝ Grandfather ! ❞ leaving her wooden stag and book on the table, Shireen rises from her chair in a flurry of hurried movements. ❝ You are here ! ❞

At long last ! When her father announced their upcoming visit at breakfast, Shireen was ecstatic and, in the following days, she was unable to think of anything else besides their visit; Indeed, she missed her grandparents dearly, and was looking forward to their next visit, one much promised.

Trotting up the short distance between them, Shireen comes to a stop in front of her grandfather, looking up at him with eyes still shining from lingering mirth. ❝ I missed you, grandfather, ❞ and she opens her arms, as wide as she can, as though to say: I missed you this much ! before letting them drop to her sides. ❝ I'm so happy to see you ! ❞

[prvtocol]

@mercysought​ ( Viv ) : ❝ that’s funny. i haven’t heard much about you. ❞  from v to vez! | meme tag ( always accepting )

“That’s just how I like it.” The chromed up woman’s voice is coarse and unforgiving, as one who smokes too many cigarettes — as she certainly has. Black kohl-smudge stare gives nothing more than that; vapid in their cognition of the merc sat there on the opposite designer sofa expecting to talk biz with her sister, but she ended up getting greeted by the wrong Landry.

Haven’t heard of the family’s black sheep? Of course, she hasn’t. Exist in the shadows. An unnamed enigma of chaos or some such poetic bullshit. Nah. Simply that a corpo elite is smart not to talk family specifics to outsiders. Still, Vez didn’t care what name she calls her, what fake identity she’ll don that day. Here in the confines of this North Oak estate she will be known generically as “the sister” and in the company of outsiders, uncomfortably sever private and public spheres while also overseeing them. The affairs of her sister are her own unless advice is requested. As of late, advice is being requested. Too much of Night City’s grime getting in.

Black chrome fingers silently tap against the light grey fabric of the armrest as she readjusts, leg lifting to rest horizontally on the other. Lukewarm. Let’s see how this streetkid handles a little game of you don’t know me, but I know you. “The footage of you breaking in is quite the spectacle.” A wry drawl into mentioning the crime unpaid for.  “Cheap luck that. And come to think of it, you could have asked for more money but you didn’t. An oversight, was it?”

[idolbound]

@mercysought​:  ’ I believe if you were dead the world would be a better place. ’ from the priestess because she said what sHE SAID

  “And a majority of this city would believe the same, should you ask them,” The Knight-Commander only just stops herself from rolling her eyes at such a notion. While martial law has never been favourable since its implementation, she cares little for the citizens and anyone else who opposes such measures - it’s for their safety, after all. 

  “What makes you any different?”