#from: mara .ᐟ

[musouie]

i was on the fence about watching arcane because of league of legends but your vi fic has inspired me 😩 thank u for ur godly work damn....

AH MARA I'M GUSHING, THANK YOU ! IT'S LOVELY TO SEE YOU ACTIVE AGAIN <333 i hope you enjoy arcane because it truly altered something within me ... i'll never be the same

[snomis-goofy]

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 Homunculus by ; Trickle,Tikaal.ᐟ

Pairings; Blade x GN!reader

Prompt; Reader is a stellaron hunter,, takes place on the loufu,, reader is injured. Maybe ooc blade just a bit here…

a/n; This was rushed as heck, written in like.. two hours and now its 4:00 in the morning lol. Guys i swear blades sweet i swear guysd...,.,.

Warnings; Heavy blood/gore. Swearing. Reader is injured. Blade himselfs a warning tbh… (I love him dearly and will die on this rock.)

Word count; 1023.

Enjoy ! ദ്ദി ≽^⎚˕⎚^≼ .ᐟ

Bloodied bandages, scuffed knees, and a sword lodged in your side. The deep crimson spewed from the gash, seeping into the torn fabric around it and seemingly melding with the sword itself; making it impossible to pull out, despite your attempts too.

Your desperate attempts too… a shaky hand grasped the hilt, tugging once, twice, muffling your pained groans into your elbow as the gooey sounds of ripped muscle slicing the edges of the sword and pooling blood dribbling down your side filled the loufu. Of course you just had to join Kafka and Blade, Of course Elio had to have seen this coming and assign you on the script.

Slumping against one of the buildings, away from prying eyes, your body ragged; a purple-ish welt forming just under your eye. For once you were thankful to be in the more mara struck areas, grateful civilians were scarce, though even if one monster saw you; it’d surely be the end.

And oh, lucky you! Here comes one now.

Though mara struck, yes, the familiar figure approached with steady steps. Crimson eyes akin to the blood caking your skin, gleaming as he clutched the hilt of his own sword. Your eyes were glazed over, hazey, in a way you truly thought you could be imagining him being here. “You slipped up.” He grumbled first. No, he really was here, you determined. To which, you (not) so sweetly replied “ duh’...”. Immediately regretting the snarky remark, seeing as the breath made your throat tighten and lungs give a jarring pain through your body.

He, ever the talker, gave a brief sigh through his nose. Slowly falling to one knee as his eyes ran over your figure with a critical gaze. Your shoulders slumped and eyes fluttered, the tension briefly ebbing away as he studied your injuries.

Though you were definitely not expecting him to hoist you up. Carelessly at that.

Jostling you around with the sword still nearly spearing through you, giving a sharp hiss at the feeling as searing tears stung your eyes. “... Careful!” you spat, effectively earning a grunt from the man. Despite the roughness he held you closely to himself, one hand hooked under your knees and the other clutching your shoulder as he walked.

“Careful? I could have left you.” he pointed out dismally.

Where was he taking you? You hardly thought much on it, not that you could, your consciousness was quickly receding. Giving a dizzying nausea to your foggy brain as you watched your blood seep into his clothing. Your cheek was pressed to his chest as he walked, hands folded limp around the blade stuffed in your sure to be scarred skin.

You counted the steps, the shifts of his shoes along the pavement, then along wood. A house? Then came a slight thud, making your eyes strain as blade padded through the living room of some poor civilians' home that they had to evacuate due to the influx of mara. It was humorous. They were probably fretting over a mara-struck getting in their home right around now. Funny how their fears were sealed.

He sat you down -more gently than he had picked you up- on the plush couch. Watching with a narrowed gaze as a groan left your pursed lips, your hands clutching the cushions and eyes zeroing onto the sword. A whimper being swallowed down your throat at the gruesome sight.

“I’ll call Kafka.”

Great, more waiting. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful, really, you knew you could tough it out if he just pulled the damn thing from you. A ragged breath quickly left your lips as you grasped his wrist and brought his marred hand to the hilt. “Just… fuck just pull it.” Vaguely, so so vaguely… he grimaced at the idea. The mere sight alone made your brows pinch together and lips pressed to a fine line. “You’ll bleed to death.” He practically balked, though his hand tightened on the hilt, your own weakly wrapped around it. “I’ll be fine, ‘ve been through worse.” Slurring your words together, you weakly dribbled the words out. Blearly blinking up at him. With a rough huff, and a slight down curve to his lips, he swiftly slid the sword out.

Blood spewed, blotches of red coating your vision. Muffling your screams and sobs into the palm of your hand, your eyes blurred the scene around you together. It went by hazily, the palm of his hand feverish on your skin as he wrapped the already soaked through bandage around your torso. Your head rested back against the couch. Fat globs of tears streaked down your cheeks, burning along the bruise against the skin.

“Were you worried…?”

The quiet question hung in the air after your cries had settled down some, his hand lingering on the puffy white bandages before looking up at you with a smoldering gaze; guilt brimming his eyes more than anything. “… I was,” he mumbled. His thumb dragged along the neatly done knot tying your bandaging together.

Your lips quirked up into a weak woozy smile, your free hand, caked in blood, slowly thread through his navy blue hair. Pushing the longer strands covering his right eye back, simply to gaze at his striking features. “You’ve gotten soft, Blade…” Cooing out the response raggedly, he pinched the side of your thigh with narrowed eyes; more of a silent warning than anything. Soon however, his hand grasped yours before you could stray too far from his head, and brought it to his lips; planting a chaste kiss to the back of it.

“Save it for later… Get some rest.” he mumbled against your skin, watching with his own smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as your eyes fluttered and sickly pale cheeks dusted a vague pink from the action. Your body sinking into the plush cushions.

You of course didn’t need to be told twice, letting your heavy head fall against the armrest of the soaked in blood couch, before succumbing to sleep under his watchful and tentative gaze; his hand still holding your own until you woke up.

[maruumite]

꩜ .ᐟ ᯓ ★ account intro!!1!

ʚ・who is maruumite? (aka. mara!!)

hii!! i'm maruumite, however i also go by multiple aliases mara, marnie, or mags online!! i'm currently an art student (aspiring game dev who knows little to nothing) who just wants to rant, analyze, and share random thoughts with the things around me!!

ʚ・interests?

my interests vary a lot!! in terms of general media, i like watching animated films, zombie movies, and musicals!! as for music, i listen to a lot of will wood, gorillaz, and other similar things!

i draw a lot as well, with some occasional coding and gaming!! (i am a visual novel itch.io nerd, it's gonna be a hella visible interest here)

ʚ・what to expect from this blog?

a lot of nonsensical rambling!! sometimes it'll make sense, sometimes it wont. sometimes it's about a personal interest or piece of media, and sometimes it's just a part of my personal life. it's going to be very messy but that's exactly what this tumblr blog is for (LMAO)

・any boundaries to follow?

regular DNI stuff are applied (absolutely no racism, pedophiliic stuff, proshipping (for character related interests) or hateful things with an intention to harm or oppress, etc.)

anyway, hope u enjoy my messy ass blog!!

[versifur]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝓕or a moment he didn’t hear the other slowly because he was busy, his computer open, reading the comments that rolled in about where he has been 。He chuckled and answered accordingly about having family affairs going on 。It wasn’t completely untrue 。However, the hunter allowed himself to get situated, ruffling his hair a bit to its natural rockstar aesthetic 。He changed clothes from the normal flannel to blue jeans, white t-shirt and even a leather jacket to match 。

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓘 don’t got the whole band with me at the moment, but hopefully ya’ll don’t mind a lil’ solo act 。 ❜

As the song began to play the hunter adjusted his microphone, thick digits managed to take hold of it eyes slowly closing as he let his voice out, it sounded almost angelic 。

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓢ister Christian, your time has come and you know you’re the only one — say, let’s play 。 Where you goin’ what you lookin’ for ׅׅ𖤠 You know those boys don’t want to play no more with you 。 It’s true 。

WE’RE MOTORIN’ .ᐟ WHATS YOUR PRICE FOR FIGHT IN FINDING MISTER RIGHT ׅׅ𖤠 We will be alright tonight 。 ❜

righteouslysin​:

⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓐llowing his eyes to roll for what felt like the second time in the past few hours the hunter kept moving forward 。Navigating towards the nurse station before placing him on one of the tables 。Bruce however took over from there and the hunter patted the heroes shoulder 。

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❛ 𝓢parkles, I’ll be in one of the spare rooms, come find me when you aren’t lookin’ like death 。 ❜

“..I’ll be back with you in a bit,” He replied but as soon as Bruce took over, Steve was tight lipped and facing on the pain without a word. He didn’t even show he was hurting. Just kept on going.

He came into the spare room a short while later and smirked at Dean. “Oh yeah, so what do I look like now that I don’t look like death, huh? You going to take me out to dinner?”