#bandortalah

[futurepop]

@bandortalah liked for a starter.

   ❝Look at this!❞ Eve dips into her fingers into the sparkly blue eyeshadow and then rubs it all over her eyelids. ❝Isn’t this the prettiest eyeshadow you’ve ever seen? It’s so glittery!❞

[flyzireael-blog]

@bandortalah     // pre-established plot.

BY THE GODS     what were these creatures? They were unlike anything she had ever seen, unlike anything she had ever fought or even dreamed of. This was a whole new manner of beast, as if they’d come straight from the fiery depths of Hell. Her beloved Zireael was little match for such creatures and that yielded nothing but fear and panic from the Ashen One. Sheathing her weapon, Cirilla chose to run. If she could only escape the horde of grotesque specimens, she’d perhaps have the upper hand and could tackle them one by one. In her attempt to turn on her heels and run, one of the horde laid a claw on her. From shoulder to the bottom of her spine, it raked through soft flesh. Tearing through the skin like a hot knife through butter; pools of sanguine poured from the open wound. Was that really all it took? One lucky lunge with that bastard claw had her almost instantly on her knees. A mighty screech left the Heir’s lips, teeth gritting shortly afterwards. She’d not die here, not now. There was so much she had left to see of the world. 

[thuashdore]

        ❝  you  did  not  have  to  do  this,  you  know?  ❞  it  was  a  rhetorical  question,  for  two  reasons:  one,  because  she  wished  to  fill  the  silence  more  than  anything  else  (  such  was  in  her  nature  ),  and  two:  because  she  already  knew  that  the  other’s  answer  would  be  something  pertaining  to  their  insistence.  still,  she  anticipated  an  answer  regardless,  though  did  not  hope  for  an  outcome  any  different  to  the  one  she  had  already  envisioned.

        she  pressed  the  dampened  towelette  to  her  face,  pressing  gently  and  keeping  her  hand  there  only  to  ensure  it  would  remain  where  it  needed  to  be.  fortunately  Lovetz  had  not  drawn  blood  this  day,  though  she  did  have  quite  the  bruise  forming  across  her  pale  complexion.  in  that  short  time  she  had  already  revised  her previous  query  internally.  after  taking  a  pause  to  sip  at  the  drink  her  host  had  provided  (  she  showed  her  gratitude  with  a  smile;  as  best  as  she  could  muster  ),  she  spoke  again:

        ❝  I  mean  to  say:  it  was  an  argument;  nothing  more.  I  should  not  have  provoked  him  as  I  did.  it  will  be  fine,  once  the  pain  dulls.  ❞

@bandortalah  //  for  modern

[gellintalah]

“ that’s the smile i was hoping to see… ”

after the damage meme

    🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ What a smile indeed. The wicked curve of her lips only grew larger, more defined, as she twisted and pushed the blade deeper into her enemy. Sylvanas was proud, much more proud than was good for her. She’d underestimated her, allowed her to get too close, and now… “Even you can die, Sylvanas.” Came the words from her lips, yanking her serrated blade from the wound, watching the dark blood seep from it. “And you had to know that we would come for you,after what you’ve done.”

[ebonbladed-blog]

🔥

Nonverbal RP starters || Accepting

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

 He seemed to freeze as she approached, those blue eyes watching her as if she were the only thing in the room. A mixture of terror, hate, arousal, and affection blossomed in his chest, almost threatening to make his heart stir. Pallor lips pulled thin as she stopped before him, looking down at her as if expecting...something. Anything. He couldn’t tell with Sylvanas. Would she lash out at him, or caress his skin? Tear it from his limbs? She had done all of them before, and he found that her touch was intoxicating, no matter the reason. She had been the only touch he had for many years, how could he not grow to adore it?

Claws seized the collar of his armor, the plate clinking as she yanked him down so that they were barely parted. Blue eyes stared into smoldering red, and he found himself at peace. For now. That cool blood began to heat, just the slightest was as magic burned through his veins, drawing him into the arousal of the living. After a moment, his arms curled about her, resting on the wide flare of her hips. In life, he had admired her, both as a warrior, and as one of beauty. In death, he could not escape her. And he enjoyed that.

[blacktaloned]

‘  if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?  ’ && for whichever muse hits you hardest for this one

buss memes

“I am not afraid for me, or my people. I’m afraid for you. Your hatred blinds you and sends you down a path that not even your own people will follow.”

[steelnutsack-blog]

@bandortalah

“wow! you don’t scare easy. i love that.  but that fucking stink eye you’re givin’ me?  i can’t have that shit.”

[elatcd]

😘 i don't know what the context is but it's you so i had to send one

   A KISS. SWEET. TENDER. POISON. It was laid upon her lips, catching the ninja with speed hitherto unimaginable. The effect was immediate. The first feeling was like that of a needle puncturing her heart. Psylocke's breath turned to ice in her throat, her eyes widening in shock. The creature held her cheeks in place, her mouth aligned with her's, as the feeling of an incision began to spread. Her nervous system, too, turned to ice. Blood flow ceased, neurons quieted, and the pain grew. On the outside, the poor mutant's veins erupted in pronounced purple, becoming like spider webs over her skin. 

   Her body was dying. Not just dying; changing. Death whispered in her ear, and sickness overcame her. The demon's arms wrapped around Psylocke's waist, pressing their bodies together. Where one should have been warm, and one cold, both were edging towards the brittle. There were whispers in her ear, whispers of service in death. Forsaken was a word that was uttered. The assassin could not resist. Color left her skin, her eyes, her lips. 

   When the kiss broke, she fell limp, only to collapse to the floor in a heap. DEAD. Or undead? 

😘 for kisses.

[spectrisconsarcio]

@bandortalah “You’re getting cold,” he muttered against the space behind her ear, one hand raising and breaking contact with her only to drizzle more blood over her from the pail next to the tub. It, too, had already begun to cool with exposure to the air. Unfortunate, he grumbled. Human was too thin and light to facilitate a bath. “Poor choice.”

[leondxs]

🔪 (sends all the knife memes oops)

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

Amber eyes creased in a cheeky smile, displaying his fangs to his attacker. Even with his back against the wall and a weapon pressed threateningly along his throat, the creature remained prideful. A strained chuckle wheezed out as he stared back at her.

❝ My, how forward of you, ❞ he purred weakly, feeling the dagger’s edge pressed against his Adam’s apple. He didn’t dare swallow, though the temptation was strong. ❝ And what, pray tell, have I done to deserve this? ❞ He questioned, his tone coy and edged with sarcasm.

[khazun-blog]

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

they  were  all  DEAD.  the  entire  crew  gone.  in  one  fell  swoop,  the  dominion  has  eradicated  the  marines  that  the  she-orc  was  responsible  for.  her  duty  was  to  lead  them   ─   PROTECT  them   ─   &  ensure  that  the  covenant’s  goal  would  come  to  fruition.  but  at  what  COST?  all  she  had  to  do  was  wait  for  reinforcements  &  they  could  have  been  saved  yet  her  impatience  became  her  downfall  when  she  urged  everyone  to  enact  a  surprise  attack.  the  dominion’s  forces  were  too strong,  resulting  in  disastrous  CASUALTIES  in  her  crew.  fathers  &  sons.  daughters  &  sisters.  the  weight  of  their  deaths  was  heavy  upon  yatul’s  shoulders  &  the  consuming  GUILT  was  something  she  would  have  to  bear  for  the  rest  of  her  life. ❛   yes   ─   &  i  am  ASHAMED  of  it.   ❜ 

MAD  DISRESPECT   /   accepting   /  @bandortalah

[killthebxy-archive]

❄️ !

trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection(always accepting) // @bandortalah

          okay Remi but where do i even start!!! i love everything about your muse, okay? it’s admittedly a fandom/universe i am not too familiar with, but it doesn’t even matter because i look at your portrayal and i feel like i already know everything i need. you have such beautiful writing, and even though we only started our own thead very recently, i’ve seen other bits of it with your other mutuals and all i can say is that it has me in complete awe — which, needless to say, means i am so very pumped for the little thing we plotted and are now working to bring to life together! it’s been what, two replies? and i am already smitten with the dynamics between Sylvanas and Jon, and i’m so here for this wild ride. also! you are the loveliest yourself and such a cute bean, and i’m so happy we started talking❤

[mourniings-blog]

✿ if it's alright !

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number   /     ACCEPTING

34. gentle peck

monsters had to look out for one another. monsters had to protect one another. was it so difficult to assume monsters would then bond together ?

soft gaze stares up at the woman before her, intimidating in her beauty that rivaled even marishka’s. there was a strength in her marishka couldn’t quite put her finger on, but no doubt it was a strength that came through suffering. marishka may not have been the most intelligent, but she was well-versed in that. most strength came from suffering. 

and so marishka does what she wishes so many had done to her, what she wishes an absent mother and father had done instead of give her up to a life of fighting, what she wishes dracula had done to forgive her mistakes instead of raise a fist to her.

standing on the tips of her toes, the vampire briefly presses her lips to the imposing woman’s. barely a peck, more a brush of soft lips. no words pass between the women, the kiss more than enough to emulate everything she wishes to say. you are strong. you are fierce. you are a thunderstorm with skin. but then, because she can’t help being a tease━━

                        “ was it as good for you as it was for me ? ”

[tomahowl]

                  “How far can you shoot?”

          He’s referring to the magnificent bow strapped to her back.  Was that the way to address someone who was considered a QUEEN? Perhaps not, but Gedon was never good at addressing ‘authority figures.’ Perhaps it was because he’d had far too many negative run-ins with those who held power.  But then again, he had not met many WOMEN with power outside of his tribe.  The world outside his people was an idiotic one— Deciding one’s worth and capabilities based on sex.  He grunts disapprovingly at the thought, not at all considering what implications his noise and facial expression might hold.

                   “I, too, choose to wield a bow.  But I am not fearful of close combat.  Are you?”

@bandortalah

[gellintalah]

❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜  

milk & honey

   🗡｡･:*:･  “That doesn’t make you entitled to get what you want.” Her words were spoken with venom. Sylvanas was the queen of hatred, but Nanthis Thundersnow had some hatred herself to be rivaled. Especially after everything that had happened. “You don’t get to destroy people, just because you were destroyed. Surprise, your highness, a lot of people died. You’re not special.” She laughed, then, her weapons gripped tightly in her hands, her eyes searching for guardsmen, her mind waiting for the opportune moment to s t r i k e. “You’re just a bitch.”

[ebonbladed-blog]

Flirt: you’re so much hotter covered in blood

Flirt with Koltira! || Always Accepting

The glowing blue eyes of undeath seemed to flicker at her words, pallor lips pulling thin. A slight twitch in his limbs caused his fingers to clench, almost as if expecting her to start letting his blood to get the sight she desired. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Quickly, he schooled his body story stillness, a smile curling his lips as he looked upon the Banshee Queen. Oddly enough, the words had provoked a pang in his chest, almost like his heart skipping a beat, which was strange for his heart beat no longer. 

“If it is not my own blood, then I will gladly wear it.” Her approval was...desired. The benefits of that approval were desired. And he couldn’t stop himself from wanting that.