#putrifyre

[huntershowl]

@putrifyre​.

no sound between the two figures, other than blood dripping from her hair onto the floor, a mangled corpse lying beneath her. ❝ here to see if the rumors are true? you’re too late. ❞

[lothson]

@putrifyre​ asked: [ slow dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to slow dance . B)

              the   precise  ,     careful  ,    artistic   dances   of   albion’s   nobility   are   far   different   from   the   celebrations   that   were   held   in   his   homeland .     when   the   drums   and   the   pipes   started   to   play   he   was   perhaps   one   of   the   most   sprightly   in   his   steps  ;     EVERY   SKIP   AND   JUMP   ON   TIME   AND   ENTHUSED .     but   these   dances   are   so   very   hard   to   get   used   to   ;    flat   footed   and   imperfect   is   he .     𝐒𝐎   𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍   𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐔𝐏   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 .     the   other   knights   would   never   waste   their   opportunity   to   take   the   hands   of   their   pretty   interests   and   guide   them    around   the   floor .     mordred   much   preferred   to   watch   if   he   did   not   have   some   role   to   play  ,     if   he   was   not   trying   to   make   some   form   of   impression .                                         it’s   not   often   that   his   view   is   blocked  ,     at   least   not   for   longer   than   a   second .     this   time   his   view   is   blocked   for  long   enough   he   needs   look   upward .     before   him  ;     a   noble   he   does   not   recognise   but   that   is   likely   a   guest   of   someone   else   in   the   room .     𝑯𝑬   𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑺   𝑨   𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 .        never   before   has   an   offer   to   dance   been   extended   towards   him .     it   is   not   of   the   social   order   to   ask   a   prince   to   dance  ,      nobility   or   otherwise .     so   this   surprises   him .      he   isn’t   angered   -----------   he   doesn’t   care   for   such   social   order   -----------   he’s   merely   quite   shocked .      it’s   a   pleasant   surprise  ,      one   that   even   brings   a   faint   smile   to   his   face   as   he   breathes   a    note   of   hesitation .

                          ❝     how   could   i   deny   such   a   request  ?    ❞    

[unseencne]

                  𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊  𝖍𝖊  𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉  𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗  𝖍𝖊  𝖜𝖆𝖘  𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙  𝖔𝖓𝖊  𝖙𝖔  𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐 ,  the  first  born  son  and  yet  the  one  that  suffer  the  most,  the  one  that  brought  the  prophecy  to  life,  made  to  life  in  the  darknes  that  was  his  father  mind.  and  yet  his  brother  zeus  was  the  one  they  would  always  choose,  the  bright  one,  the  one  that  would  the  fate  of  all  in  his  powerful  hands  while  hades ?  well  hades  was  just  another  one  of  those  whom  deal  with  the  rest,  the  missing  pieces  zeus  could  or  had  not  the  mind  to  deal  with.  why  would  he  feel  so  angry ?  what  was  the  reason  for  him  to  feel  such  a  anger  inside  his  chest ?  almost  as  if                  tass  would  do  just  the  same,  one  fine  day,  those  bright  eyes  would  fall  upon  zeus  and  love  the  light                  it  happen  before  with  hera,  she  had  loved  hades  until  the  day  her  eyes  had  fallen  upon  zeus.  he  was  the  one  left  behind  the  one  that  was  never  bright  enough  nor  good  enough !  

❝   did  it  ever  occur  to  you  that  i  never  wanted  this  to  begin  with ?   ❞            oh  he  would  regret  this,  he  would  regret  those  words  later,  but  wasn’t  he  the  best  one  to  make  people  ran  away  from  him ?

          @putrifyre​   ↷   gets a angst start.

[tocxmply-archive]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ 💞

— @putrifyre —

          me, going around like the Tooth Fairy to drop this on all my favorite blogs: starting with your own becausE HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR BLOG LARA. HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR HELL PUPPER. HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELF. i’m just gonna cling to you & keep you forever and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! and now, because as usual i am the worst with sending these asks back:

@brightprofiler & @boltxnbastard & @onlyliberty & @nytchld & @arizonadirtbag & @emusecollective & @arcusignis & @theeldestsun & @sviker & @agentharrisonofshield

          let me grab all these lovelies just because i can, to gather them all for a big, big hug filled with love and all my appreciation for them & their muses — for being so talented and so amazing and so wonderful and so lovely — and i hope they are all well and having a good day ❤︎❤︎❤︎

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for putrifyre : i can't count the number of times where i've stared speechless and in awe at @putrifyre blog. lara is so unbelievably talented. her portrayal, her writing, all the metas and details = a thing of beauty. i'm so thankful to write with her.

[toscrve]

i love u and everything u do makes me smile

*  @putrifyre.

LARA THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR HOW MUCH YOU MAKE MY HEART BURST EVERY TIME I SEE YOU ON THE DASH

[spllcat]

CONT. from this

彡  ♔      ＬＯＲＤ　ＯＦ　ＡＬＬ　ＨＯＵＮＤＳ　　☛             he stands there,  in his courtyard,  rain pouring off of him.   every inch of him is soaked through,  to the point that he shivers.     he shivers.       his name stirs him from his dreamlike state.    tassos turns to face the other,   features gaunt.    eyes are wide.    watery.     lashes drip with rain.      he’s holding his hands out in front of them.    the only thing that smatters across them is dirt,  the makeup he’s smeared about his features and his palms,  and water.   ❝  i can’t … — wash the blood off. ❞   he murmurs.        ❝  it won’t go away. ❞

spiralling, he’s spiralling,  woken in the night by a nightmare he can’t shake.   but then ely is there,  his jaw cupped in his hands,  his lips taken by the others.      tassos returns it with the same intensity,  the same adoration.     it’s like a reflex.    it whirls him out into a tailspin yet somehow grounds him more than anyone ever has.    ❝  it’ll — get on you —- ❞  he whimpers among kisses,  but the hallucination is already beginning to dissipate.  already chased away by the other.  already fading.

the rain poured heavily over him, soaking him as he made his way toward tass.  but he couldn’t care less ; not when his lover was so obviously distressed, lost in somber thoughts.  he approached slowly, wary of the reaction he could cause.  he was so terribly afraid to make him feel cornered or trapped.  the last thing he wanted was to evoke a negative feeling.  he wished nothing more than to be a safe havenfor the other.  to bring him comfort and make him loved and cherished.  “ tass ”  he called softly, trying to catch his attention.  hoping he would be able to help, able to bring him back.  he stopped breathing for a second when the hound faced him, heart breaking at the sight of him.  

“ it’s okay,  i’m here ”  he murmured against his lips.  “ come back to me,  love. ”  hands were soft and gentle, not wanting to startle the other.  tender, always tender as he cupped his face.  pressing himself against him, trying to ground him in the ‘there and now’.  kissing him with a desperation that felt like the world was ending.   he took a step back, bringing tass’ hands to his lips with devotion and reverence.  pressing a soft kiss against his palms before doing the same for each fingers.  “ no you won’t. ”   not that he cared if he did, but the whole point was to comfort him.  he kept tass’ hands clasped between his, thumb tracing soothing circles.  “ come on,  love.  let me take care of you. ”  

[lothson]

Omg draw pls :o ♡

SEND ME “DRAW” AND I’LL DRAW YOUR MUSE (4/6)

[unseencne]

putrifyre  asked : "I didnt snore, did I?"

                𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇  𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒  𝑜𝓃  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓈  𝒶𝓇𝓂  𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒  𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇  𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈  𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌  𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽  𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 .  a  soft  smile  dances  on  your  lips  while  slowly  you  take  in  a  deep  breath  and  eyes  raise  to  sit  and  find  tass  eyes  for  a  quick  seconds.  red  ruby  eyes  had  never  looked  so  satisfied                 nor  happy.  in  that  moment  your  mind  was  clean,  clean  of  thoughts  that  had  been  yours  far  too  long.  a  laugh  comes  rushing  through  your  lips  while  your  eyes  raise  to  find  tass  yet  again.            ‘   no  love,  you  did  not.  you  slept  like  a  rock.   ’            there  is  a  soft  playful  tone  in  your  words  and  a  teasing  smirk  dancing  on  your  features.

          morning after   .   ↷  @putrifyre​​​​  /  not accepting.  

[shiningtozier-archive]

@putrifyre​ said:  “Where the fuck am I?”

“fuck” meme. || accepting

“Shit! Oh shit--!”

The slayer slides off her bed at his sudden appearance, jaw hanging as the archaic, leather-bound tome she holds falls to the floor of her tiny apartment. Lux’s heart pounds in her chest as she stares up at him in shock and awe--

His aura is blinding. What the absolute fuck is this guy?

“Y-you’re, um--you’re in my bedroom? My apartment, to be exact--” She glances down at the book she’s been spending the last hour studying. She didn’t really think the incantations inside of it held much weight, but fuck her for experimentation, right?

“Oh...oh my stars. What the hell is happening?”

[grimesucker]

@putrifyre​ | ♥’d 44  574R73R

there’s IMPLICATION in the PRACTICED way his butterfly knife flips around his fingers -              1. he’s got a weapon ;              2. he knows how to use it ;              3. if he loses a finger, it’s whatever, he’s got nine more.

WELL-AWARE of the sensation of EYES upon him, grimesucker can only hope spectator reads into the ministrations of the blade spinning by deft fingers--- though he doesn’t take well to ANTICIPATION , calling forth after the passing of some moments , a CHALLENGE to be heard within the inflection underlying the tone of ROUGH VOICE ;

                                       “ you can come n’ get a CLOSER LOOK if you want. ”

           ---there’s a STRONG indication that LESSENED PROXIMITY                               would result in a potential jab to the EYE.

[zcldrizes-a]

Anything you do is distinctly and wonderfully yours, and you make it divine with how much love and talent you pour into it. You are radiant, on and off the dash. Honestly, cowards get pressed when they feel irrelevant ---- and you have a platform because of your fuckin radical muse and the awesome person you are ooc so ofc they're gonna come for u. It's legit jealousy. All of what those nons are saying is FALSE and FALLACIES and anyone with a working brain knows that. I love you, you are loved ♡

[oceancaged]

@putrifyre​  ♡’d

              “   The only thing my closet got is straps.” the woman tried to move around the stranger but she hit her hip &  this was the last straw of her positive attitude, as a rumbling growl came she screamed out in pain,

                                                 “ FUCK ! ”

[godmeld-archive]

   ❝-—A saint bernard sits at the top of the driveway-’ You always said how you loved dogs’, I don't know if i count, But i'm trying my best- When i'm howling and barking these songs❞  //  @putrifyre​ LIKED FOR A STARTER !!

[milkobiitch]

" you could have died. "

      there this motherfucker was– on his front porch. he told tass to leave��� get the fuck outta dodge before the cops came coming and sure, he did as he was told, but here he was, checking up on him like mickey was some goddamn child.      he stomps up the steps of the milkovich home, pulling out a cigarette from his pack and placing the insidious addiction between twin flesh. “yeah, well, i’m alright. don’t get your panties in a bunch, tass. ‘m a big boy.”

[unseencne]

putrifyre  asked :  💏

               𝒻𝑜𝓇  𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉  𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓈  𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈  𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈  𝒾𝓈  𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒  𝓉𝑜  𝓅𝒶𝓎  𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃  𝓉𝑜  𝒾𝓈  𝓉𝑜  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝓌𝒶𝓎  𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒  𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈  𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 .  how  long  as  it  been  since  he  as  kissed  someone ?  how  long  as  it  been  since  he  had  let  himself  feel  the  freedom  to  hold  another  in  his  arms  and  kiss  them ?  yet  with  tass  was  different,  what  the  god  felt  was  deeper  and  he  was  barely  able  to  control  the  fact  that  indeed  he  wanted  to  feel  the  warmth  of  tass  mouth  upon  his  own.  one  could  no  longer  handle  that  need  that  filled  his  heart  in  that  very  moment,  hands  were  quick  to  grab  each  side  of  tass  face  and  to  pull  him  into  a  kiss,  a  kiss  feel  with  passion  but  also  despair.  for  how  long  had  one  wait  for  this ?

     …desperately.

           fifty ways to kiss someone.   ↷  @putrifyre​  //  accepting.