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Hey gang
I'm alive
#a hat in time#ahit#a statche in time#swap au#ahit swap au#ahit au#queen vanessa#snatcher#swap#au#a hat in time au#a hat in time swap au#princess nessa#princess vanessa#prince vincent#king vincent#the queen#ahit the prince#the prince#swap vanessa#swap prince#swap snatcher#ahit swap vanessa#ahit swap snatcher#ahit swap prince#alternative universe#hey guys sorry ive been dead#have this art as a treat
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nessa.... <3
@rubys-forest
#my art garbage#a hat in time#ahit#ahit au#ahit swap au#a statche in time#king vincent#princess vanessa#queen vanessa#sona dude thing
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SCREAMSSSDHDBDHDH💕💕💕💕
ITS HER ANTHEM ONG!!!
YES I'M BACK @rubys-forest !!
I was listening to the ballad of Jane doe and this came up
#nO YOURE NOT BOTHERING ME#THIS STUFF NEVER BOTHERS ME FAHWGSGSGDGGD#a statche in time#princess vanessa#ahit#my bestie made an edit using this song and the storybook#literally HER anthem
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HI FRIEND I SAW U WERE DOING $5 COMMISSIONS!?? what are your any and all hcs for wuthering waves any character?? especiallyJiyanaheehehehe ily thank you MWAH
[General Jiyan headcanons] [x reader!]
Summary: headcanons for Jiyan! And you, of course.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
A/N: Jiyan,,,,belobed,,,, thank you for commissioning me!! I hope this is okay!
Jiyan is a busy man, and it's hard for him to take the time away from his duties to spend quality time with you. But he does try.
He's the kind of lover who will make his way home to you in the dead of night, to find you curled up in bed. He makes sure to remove all his armor so the clanking doesn't wake you.
He rests his hand on your face, gently brushing the hair out of your face as he smiles warmly down at you. You're the reason why he fights so hard everyday, he has to protect you and the others, no matter what.
I don't think he'd be touchy, but let's you cling onto him as much as your little heart desires, it doesn't bother him, he only asks that you don't do it while he's on duty.
Hug him, squeeze him, kiss him all you want, he'll sit there and take it because while he may not show it in public, bro will kiss you breathlessly at home.
It's so bad that you gotta tap his shoulder to get him off, you're literally gonna suffocate.
He trains you to protect yourself, he is away alot. This is a no brainer, he worries about you every moment he's away even if he knows it may distract him from his job as a general. He shoves you out of his mind as much as possible, he really does try but it's still there.
Jiyan is a really good househusband, dare I say the better cook and housekeeper. There's something about taking care of you that fills him with joy. While he won't do every, he does every chore with you or you both split it equally.
He likes to playfully flick water off of his fingers at you, and then act as if nothing happened.
"Jiyan, did you just?" "No, what are you referring to?" "You flicked water on me!" "I think you're going a bit insane, my dear."
Oh my god can I say he's youe scary dog privilege? Very few people know you're his partner, so when it does come up, it's usually when you're at the market collecting fruits and vegetables and the like.
He trials behind you like a shadow, humming and nodding when you ask him his preference.
Let's say this is before marriage, he gets RED when people pass along their congratulations to the both of you, he doesn't deny it, just shaking his head behind you with a finger to his lips.
He does have a ring, but it's at the base, statched under his pillow where it'll sit until he's ready.
He doesn't think he'll ever be ready, but when you smile and blush like that, he knows the time will come soon.
#teddy asks ♧#commission ♤#teddy loves waves ☆#wuthering waves jiyan#wuthering waves#wuwa jiyan#wuthering waves jiyan x reader#wuthering waves x reader#wuwa x reader#jiyan x reader#jiyan wuthering waves
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Number 15 from the drabbles list? (any character you'd like!) 🥰
You got it ;)
15. "Talk to me."
Hunnigan's eyes burn in the late night dark, the glow of her computer screen blurring and flaring briefly before she removes her glasses and rubs at her eyes. The monitor crackles slightly before Leon's voice filters through the speakers, her tired body immediately at rapt attention as she slides her glasses back in place.
"Hunnigan?" He sounds breathless, the connection gritty with static and interrupted at times by loud clatters of unidentifiable noise. Leon makes a short, sharp sound, his voice even more frantic when he speaks again. "Hunnigan, you still there?"
"I'm here. What's your status, Leon?"
"They---they hit me with something," he manages, Hunnigan's blood running cold in her veins. "I d'know what, but it's not---not good."
"What sort of something?"
"I think---" Leon cuts off his words to groan, the sound utterly agonized. "S-some kind of poison? I---I don't---"
"Did you get a look at the projectile?" Hunnigan asks, tapping at her keyboard to pull up the data report on the compound Leon had been tasked to investigate. "What are your symptoms?"
"Hurts," he gasps, "they're chasin' me."
"Symptoms?" Hunnigan repeats, but Leon's voice has gone hazy. Whether from the pain or whatever substance he's been shot up with, she isn't sure, but she can tell just from his tone that he's distracted. The comm line rustles for a long moment, before Leon's voice comes back in a whisper.
"They were ready for me," he gasps, strangely panicked. "They knew---they know---"
"Keep it together, Leon, I need you to work with me. Should I send evac to the rendezvous?"
"I'm---they're gonna---I can't---" Leon babbles, intercut with increasingly choked sounds of pain.
"Talk to me, Agent Kennedy," Hunnigan says, sitting up straight and putting as much stern reassurance into her tone as she can. "I need you to focus on my voice."
"Hunnigan," he whimpers, "I don't feel right."
"I know." Hunnigan's knuckles are white where they clutch at the mouse, gaze fixed on the pages of information scrolling past. "We're going to figure this out, okay?"
Leon gasps suddenly, the sound of shouting filtering into the background of the hissing radio line. "They found me. Hunnigan, I---I'm compromised."
"Is there anywhere else you can hide?" Hunnigan demands, but she's too late. The sound of gunshots fills the still-open line, Leon's ragged breaths audible only when his half-empty magazine runs out of ammo in a few shots. He makes a strangled sound.
"Get off me!" he growls, the sound of a scuffle interrupting Hunnigan's feed. It doesn't take long for him to cry out, coughing. He tries again to speak, but it's interrupted by statches of static. "Hun--gan! Ne---you to---"
The line goes dead and disconnects, leaving Hunnigan drenched in cool light from the computer, and Leon nowhere to be found.
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Day 10 - Life Day Damerey Celebration
Prompt: Celebration
Summary: Poe and Rey celebrate Life Day their own way.
Warnings: Ooops! They took over this one. They were getting tired of the lack of smut. So... this is rated Explicit. MDNI
AO3
It was only their third Life Day as a couple and they almost didn’t get to spend it together.
Rey had been offworld on a peacekeeping mission for over three weeks. It was supposed to be an easy assignment. New Republic advisors had already laid ground for the peace talks between the Statches and the Aeoliahs, but once Rey arrived both sides had suddenly demanded more from the settlement. Rey learned later that both species had esteemed the Jedi and were trying to prove to her that they were better than the other. In the end, Rey had finally helped them reach a prudent arrangement that would hopefully maintain peace between the two for a long time to come.
She arrived back on Yavin IV in the afternoon, just in time to join in on the annual celebration. Not only was the whole colony gathered to eat and drink and be merry, but several of Rey and Poe’s friends from the Resistance were there to take part in the festivities. Friendships created during war tended to last a lifetime.
Rey landed her little cruiser on the Dameron family landing pad, then rushed to the empty house to shower and change. Wearing a lovely little green dress that she had picked up while on her trip, she jumped in the speeder and headed into the village.
Wetyin’s Colony was lit up already with bright lights that Rey knew would look amazing after the sun set. Decorations representing the local traditions of several species bedecked every corner, as well as most trees and bushes. An open-sided tent had been set up with tables in case it started to rain, and food was being prepared almost non-stop, but those who weren’t currently eating were out and about in the village square, drinking and laughing and singing. There was a live band in front of the local grocery, and several people were dancing.
Rey found her friends easily, as Chewie’s tall form stood out among the crowd. He was the first to see her and immediately wrapped her up in a hug, lifting her feet off the ground. Beau, Kay, Jess, and Karè also swooped in for hugs; she hadn’t seen any of them in almost a year! Finn and Rose followed them. Rey saw them frequently, as they had both finally settled right here in Wetyin’s Colony. After spending almost two years with Lando and Janna helping former stormtroopers find their homes and families, they had finally married and planned to start a family here on Yavin IV.
Rey and Poe had already beaten them in that department; Rey was currently three months pregnant. Nobody but Finn, Rose, and Kes knew and since Rey wasn’t showing, yet, she was content to keep that secret for the time being.
As she was laughing at something Jess was saying, strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Rey tilted her head to the side, welcoming her husband’s wet kiss on her neck.
“Sorry I’m late,” she told him, lacing her fingers with his as they lay over her still flat belly.
“You made it,” he said softly in her ear. “That’s all that matters.”
The party continued on as the afternoon waned and the sun set. The bright orb of Yavin still lit up the sky, preventing complete darkness, but no one complained. Rey and Poe ate, danced, spent time with old friends and new, and ate some more. Never once did they leave each other’s side, and they never stopped touching. By mid-evening, Rey was exhausted, but still wired. Her trip had been long, and while she loved spending time here with her extended family celebrating Life Day, she ached to spend some time alone with her husband even more. As they danced together one more time, she gave him a meaningful look.
No words were needed; Poe understood.
Without any hesitation, they both left the dance area and headed for the edge of the village where Rey had parked their speeder. Rey drove, as Poe had had more than a little alcohol this evening, and within twenty minutes they were home.
“BB8’s gonna be mad we left him and DO behind,” Poe said as he pulled Rey through the front door, nuzzling her neck.
“He probably won’t even notice for hours,” Rey answered, rubbing herself against Poe’s front. He groaned in response.
“That’s a beautiful dress, by the way,” he said just before he began to suck on that spot just below her ear. She shivered in response, her body already prepped and ready thanks to their constant touching all evening. “I can’t wait to take it off.”
“You don’t have to take if off right away,” she answered. Grasping his elbows, she backed up until her butt hit the edge of his desk. She shimmied up onto it, spreading her legs.
His eyebrows shot up as he slid up against her. “A little desperate tonight, aren’t you?”
“Pregnancy hormones,” she responded. “And more than three weeks away from you.”
“Kriff!” he breathed harshly. “I missed you!” He began kissing her, opened mouthed and wet, rocking his pelvis against her core.
Rey pulled her skirt up and out of the way, then began working at his belt and fly, grateful the war was over and he no longer wore a blaster on a regular basis; quickies like this had been almost impossible back in the day when they were both heavily armed. She still carried her lightsaber almost all the time, but it was clipped to her belt and easy to remove when needed.
And it wasn’t in the way tonight.
As Rey gently pulled Poe’s mostly erect cock out of his pants, he took a quick step backwards, taking her panties with him. She hadn’t even felt his hands move that low; she had been so focused on her own task.
“Smooth, Dameron,” she smiled as he quickly moved back between her legs, pushing her skirt back up as it had fallen when he stepped back.
One of his hands fondled her pussy, and he closed his eyes and moaned. “So kriffin’ ready for me,” he whispered.
Rey threw her head back in response to his intimate touch. “Yes!” she hissed. “Poe, please! Now!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with a grin. Taking his cock in hand, he lined himself up and slid home.
“Awwww, yeah!” Rey gasped, bringing her knees up and leaning back slightly, trusting that his arm around her back would keep her from falling all the way.
Poe stopped when he was all the way in, his eyes watching her intently.
Breathing harshly, Rey looked back at him, her skin tingling, her core throbbing. He filled her so absolutely full. “Poe?” she asked, wondering why he was so still.
“My Jedi,” he whispered. His eyes drifted down to where they were joined, then he focused on the lightsaber on her belt with a smirk. “My Jedi.”
Rey knew how turned on he got when he was able to fuck her while she still wore her lightsaber; it didn’t happen very often. “Your Jedi,” she confirmed. “Forever.”
His eyes met hers again. “Forever.” Then he began thrusting, his hips snapping into her over and over again.
The euphoria built once more, and Rey closed her eyes, letting herself go, not fighting the feelings, both physical and emotional, that this man created in her. After weeks of controlling her temper and remaining distant and formal, it was a relief to let herself go. Poe was the only person she opened herself up to completely, the only one she trusted enough to keep her emotions safe. She may be the guardian of the Jedi, but he was the champion of her heart.
Her release came seconds before his. She cried out, letting herself fall forward against him, feeling his arms wrap around her tight as his hips jerked erratically and he spilled himself inside her. For a long moment they simple held each other, panting, Rey’s legs wrapped tight around Poe’s waist, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Finally, Rey lifted her head to look at her husband. “Happy Life Day,” she said with a smile.
Laughing, Poe hugged her once more. “Happy Life Day, Sunshine.”
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we love queen exploiting kids
More @rubys-forest AHiT Swap AU art Ft. GoT!Hat Kid
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Donut, masks and present for the twins 👁〰️👁
Also good morning, gay gay homossexual gay gau gay gay tchola
🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?
Phobos: any cold drink. Brain freezer
Deimos: give this boy a hot chocolate drink and he will give you candy he has statched for favorite people only
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
Phobos and Deimos don't really act that diferent from strangers to friends, they have a public image to mantein and it's easier to do so if you act like yourself like 80% of the time. However if you are closer to them you will see them when they need comfort wich could be a sweet moment... or extremely annoying bc it's a lie and they just need attention
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?
They both love more giving than receiving gifts
However there is a secret competition between them of wich twin gains more than the other
Both will cherish any crappy handmade present more than an expensive ass one thats for sure (that one is +10 point of valor intead of 1 :] )
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matty is wearing jewelry for the first time. one step at a time. he needs to grow out his hair and shave that hairyyy ass statche. he looks like my father😭😭
yeah that’s the one thing to celebrate he has rings on!!!
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Dream #4:
Me and my dad are walking in hollywood down this big street, we pass this hotel that has life-sized golden figures of celebrities. My dad mentions that the hotel is very popular. Right next to the hotel is this massive towering department store.
We go into the hotel and go up a floor where we discover that the department store and the hotel are connected. The department store is really liminal space backroom vibes but everything is white and black.
As we're exploring a siren goes off and i lose track of my dad. At first im confused but it becomes clear that its a horror factory. Im looking through items when I feel im being watched and have to run for my life as my dad is dragged away and presumably killed.
The premise is that with each room and each time you get deeper into the department store more and more horrific twisted digures will try to kill you. (A bellarina with a cracked face, a shadowed figure that tries to sink you into the floor etc.) and you can see other people that have been stuck in this never ending maze aswell.
I'm in a presumably second story room which has railed off walkways above an lower room below where people are being chased/killed, connected with my floor with big grand staircases.
But i die to the Bellarina (im cornered in this tall ceiling but smallish room with only a wooden wardrobe in (walls are statch white and ceiling and floor are dark grey)which she claws herself out of. I shut my eyes and squeeze myself against the wall as much as i can.
I feel multiple cold limbs caressing me before my neck is snaped) and i awake as a horror that has to kill others now.
#dream blog#dreamcore#dreaming#dreams#liminal#original dreams#dream#this was a wild dream from what I can remember#most of my dreams play out like movie plots or nightmares but I never feel scared
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ONE ANNOYANCE AFTER THE OTHER. He hated it when some bitch ass motherfucker crossed his path and pretended to know better than him – who had been preparing for that freaking mission over the past couple of months. Study the design of the house, all the known exits as well as the secret ones. Guard rotation and what kind of heat they packed. What sort of movements did they deployed and how they worked together. He studied every fucking code to open doors without tripping alarms – did everything he could to get the fuck in and out as quietly and quickly as possible. And now this little bitch had ruined everything because he had tripped over a trap and set the entire security guard forces on their ass. Lovely. Just fucking lovely.
AND THEY NEEDED AN EXIT. A quick and quiet out despite the chaos of the alarm ringing on their heads and the sounds of countless footsteps on their way to their location. It would be easier to leave the man behind. Leave him to his fate while he would do what needed to be done. Fuck that shit. But the fact that he could not tell what the other man was… bothered him. It was very, very rare for him not to be able to quickly identity someone’s origin through their scent. And this time… Kevin couldn’t. It was a mystery and he hated those. He liked to have answers, to know what he was dealing with and he would not get anything out of the little twat if they were too busy dealing with foot soldiers.
AND THEN HE FELT IT. Talons digging into his skin hard enough to make him arch one eyebrow. Bird like features? Only birds had talons, right? Blue eyes glanced down to the area where the talons had make contact with his skin. The scent was still unfamiliar but he had a clue now. There was a Big Bird from fucking Sesame Street involved and that made the tiger within him stir for just enough to make Kevin want to pounce on the other man. So… a chicken and a tiger working together? Could this fucking day get any worse? “You’re an idiot.” A loud sign escaped from Kevin’s lips as he ignored the man he was dealing with to favor the sound of the footsteps approaching. They were on borrowed time now. “You triggering the alarm one hundred percent made them move the mark.” There was a panic room in the office above them, wasn’t it? The door was too thick to explode, the codes required were fingerprint level and optic scan – none of those things in his possession right now. Shit.
”HE’S PROBABLY STATCHED AWAY.” Thanks to the adrenaline chicken but Kevin refrained himself from the last comment. “They have security measures to keep the target safe if some cock-sucking idiot trips the alarms. He might be beyond our reach now.” The air ducts were too small and they had their own filtration system inside. Fucker would be there for days and they didn’t have days to deal with this. “The panic room they are most likely keeping him is beyond our reach.” The mission was for all intents and purposes a failure…. unless… “You – Chicken Boy… can you fly?” If that bitch opened a pair of fucking wings out of nowhere, then Kevin would most definitely be impressed. “You can drive the soldiers away while I hide. Once the alarms are off and they call it safe, boss man will come out and we can finish the job.” Or at the very least – he could. “Unless your plan is to do sarcastic remarks until they all die? We might be here a while if that’s the fucking case.”
"Delusional? Oh darling, that's one way of putting it, but I prefer 'optimistically unhinged'—depending on who you ask." Toby flashed a grin, bright and cheeky, even with the barrel of the gun aimed right between his eyes. This bloke was just full of sunshine, wasn’t he? All scowls and anger, as if someone had stolen his morning tea.
Like a bleeding Pokemon, this one. Does he know more than a few choice words? A one-trick brute whose vocabulary probably peaked at 'growl' and 'snarl.' But he couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him, the way his pulse kicked up a notch. This was no ordinary geezer with a gun.
No, he was something else. Something... familiar.
The alarm shrieked on, a banshee's wail slicing through Toby's skull. Bloody hell, did they have to make it so sodding loud? He winced, the sound like knives in his ears. But he kept his eyes on the man, watching, waiting.
Ready for anything.
A sudden yank jarred him, the gun vanishing as a hand clamped around his wrist, the grip like a vice. Toby yelped, half-stumbling as he was dragged forward, his boots scuffing across the slick floor in a mad scramble to keep up.
"Oi! Easy on the goods, mate! I usually need a pint before being manhandled." He tried to pull free, but the man's grip was iron. Toby's lips twisted. This was getting old fast—time to stop playing nice.
He flexed his fingers, nails sharpening and curling into talon-like points, his eyes narrowing as a shrill, hiss slipped past his lips, the beast part of him slipping through the edges of his mask. Without hesitation, he drove those claws into the man's wrist, not deeply, but just enough for the sting to be felt, for the skin to break, and the point to be made. "Let. Go."
Toby wrenched free, putting a few steps between them, hands raised slightly, talons gleaming under the dim light. He gave the man a look—half smirk, half warning.
"Look, I get it. You’re the big dog here. Or cat. Whatever makes you sleep better at night." Toby shook his head, his grin almost taunting. "Point is, we’re on the same side. So how about we stop with the alpha male posturing and actually get shite done, yeah?"
He jerked his chin towards the stairs. "Boss's office is up there. Saw it when I was casing the joint. Unless you've got a better idea, which somehow I doubt."
Toby raised an eyebrow. He didn't know who this bloke was or what his deal was. But he knew one thing - they both wanted the same man. And like it or not, they stood a better chance together than apart.
Guess we'll see if this kitty can play nice after all, Toby thought wryly. Should be a right laugh either way.
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Swap au...
#a hat in time#ahit#a statche in time#swap au#ahit swap au#ahit au#queen vanessa#ahit swap vanessa#swap vanessa#mustache girl#ahit mustache girl#ahit swap mu#swap mu#the queen#swap#au#ahit swap#a hat in time au#a hat in time swap au#oh swap au how i missed you...
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since the new storybook is out I could finally post this muahahah homophobic vincent
@rubys-forest
#crappost#a hat in time#ahit#king vincent#a statche in time#ahit swap au#ahit swap snatcher#ahit swap prince
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roast hurley IF YOU CAN
Hugo Reyes Has Done Nothing Wrong In His Life Ever
#legit my only problem with hurley#whether in the context of actual criticism or me being funney#is that time him and libby purposely destroyed his food statch#this is played as a fun growth moment but like. they're survivors on an island#that is such a waste of food that could have been shared amongst lots and lots of people#that is. the Only thing hurley has done wrong
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QUESTIONS SEEMED TO GET A RISE OUT OF SOLDIER BOY; HIS RAGE NOTHING but threatening as he watches the other man take the blunt from his hand. " Then, to answer your question- fuck yeah, I am, but this shit isn't nothing compared to the shit I've done before; if anything, this is all KIDDY SHIT. " The older supe nonchalantly shrugged as he reclaimed the blunt, inwardly dismissing the notion of finding solace in it; if only it had the power to truly ease his inner torment. But it's not powerful enough to wash away the demons from his mind forever. " You couldn't tell me what to do even if you wanted to, " A curl at the corner of his twin flesh, amused as he takes another hit, longer this time, holding it, holding it until his lungs are filled with the smoke, titling his head up to blow out the fumes, watching the greyish transparent haze disappear right before his eyes, he let out a sigh and turned to look at Butcher. A moment of silence hung in the air as he extinguished the flame by pressing the blunt against the back of his boot.
" I was young when I started a lot of shit... smoking, drinking... you name it, I fucking did it. " As he sat there, memories began to flood his mind, unwanted and unbidden. " I used to steal from my old man, you see. He was always busy working... the number of times he was at home only felt so little, a handful ? Maybe ? Which left me to find ways to AMUSE myself... when the maids were off cleaning, I was off exploring my father's liquor cabinets. Found his secret statch, smoke just about all that he had there-- " Soldier Boy spaces out, eyes wide. Wonders now, since Ben was just a youngster back then, If his father ever noticed the half-empty bottles and the missing cigars... and if he did... that meant he knew of Ben's alcohol abuse and said nothing of it, why did he care ? He shuts his eyes, almost in agony, face scrunching up as he gets up from the chair. " -- You don't wanna hear the rest, boring shit back when I was still like you-- human and easy. "
continued from x | @thecreativeforge
Well, someone been having a rough evening, able to get his knickers in a twist over a simple question. Then again, Butcher didn't expect much else from the likes of Soldier Boy, so broken that holding onto the belief he was nothing but perfectly fine was the last straw of sanity he could possibly hold onto. Not that he was either fine or sane, but neither was Butcher.
"Calm your tits, old man. It was just a question." Butcher muttered as he extended his own hand out of his pocket, reaching and taking the offered blunt before placing it between his lips, taking a long drag. He'd done all kinds of drugs in his life, and the green stuff was certainly the lighter option out of everything he had opted to partake in during his years. The smoke filled his lungs, the calming sensation tickling at the edges of his consciousness, handing the blunt back to Soldier Boy.
"I ain't telling you what to do. You're a big boy now; you choose however you wanna... self soothe." He watched the supe take back his stick, leaning back against his chair. "When'd you start? Same age as those stolen Manhattans?"
#thecreativeforge#⋆◂interactions┊all threads#🛡️◂Soldier Boy┊Interactions┊Main#🛡️◂Soldier Boy┊Interactions┊Long#tw drugs#tw alcohol mention
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He did not know quite how he got roped into cleaning up his image this looked like a completely different person now saved from the colour palette of red and black.
Varya had watched Quilda for a while he had even suggested Glorfindel go over to her but the Lord turned it down, so now here he was bowed with his hand extended Infront of her “Part of me wishes court would carry such whimsy on a regular basis, would my lady wish for a dance to clear her head even for a moment” Varya said glancing up at her from his bow
-@varyano-horseman-of-mandos
Quildalótien watched the dancing for a long time – hoping to get out there. But her anxiety and fear kept her from doing do.
Her had made sure to get a well covered dress – to cover the marks all over her both from ex-betrothed but she still felt exposed, contasntly picking st the ends of her sleeves or pulling it up.
The powerless valars’ daughter constantly statched her hands out of the nervousness – lining heavy marks on her sensitive skin.
She jumped on her swar when someone approached her – and watched him with wife fearful eyes until he spoke and a familiar voice reached her ears.
“V-Varyano. . .?”
She whispered weakly and lacking all the confidence she once had. She was about to call him Varya but she was not sure if she was now deserving of it.
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