#intcashes

[perfectmetaphore]

@intcashes​ said  ❝ If you stand in my way, I will cut you down until you have no blood left to bleed. ❞ - IRIE. 

Life is a fragile, sad thing if you think about it. It can be over in the matter of seconds and you won’t even notice, but on the other hand, you might just be so unlucky as to end up in the slow and painful circle of life... or death... caught in never ending regrets about what you’ve done or haven’t done. It’s when you realize everything is so fucking POINTLESS.

So why exactly, in this moment, did he decide to stand in the way of someone who might just end his life without a second thought. It’s not like he has much to bring to the table either when it comes to combat skills and such. Sure, he’s got both a blade AND a gun, but only one leg and absolutely no desire to fight a battle that’s not even his. Jesus Christ. 

“Noted, however, I do not see the need to further the bloodshed. Surely, there must be another way to solve this rather than... whatever fury that has been caused. If I may, this is a crewmate, allow me to speak with him and as Quartermaster, I will also hand out the necessary punishment” 

It’s a careful suggestion but the only suggestion at this very moment. 

[arienheart]

@intcashes​ — kaz’s not-gf~

“ i’m going to have to find a buyer for these jewels once we get back to ketterdam... ”  and then get at least some of the money to heleen, which was not going to be an enjoyable conversation. but at least he could spare inej being a part of that meeting. she wouldn’t have to even set foot in the menagerie if he had a say in it.  “ after that, we’ll see how things go. “

[inkwise]

@intcashes​ hit the HEART. (Any muse)

How foolish one must be to even entertain the THOUGHT of entering an abandoned building that already has a reputation for being haunted. How foolish one must be to dare tread on the territory of the Ink Demon, the very monster that stalks these halls and calls the old studio his playground.

So the Ink Demon creeps up behind the intruder, and when they turn around they will be greeted by a wide GRIN and dripping ink, crooked horns that looks BROKEN, and a torn bow tie on a chest that reveals the lining of a rib cage.

“ BOO. ”

[maimeelai]

CLOSED. ( with @intcashes​ ft. jez. )

“hey, jez - we’ve got to go.” art approached, fresh from scraping through his fair share of strigoi just across the clearing whilst his friend dealt with the other. he was exhausted, a mixture of his own blood and theirs splattered and stained across his face and that gym class uniform he was still wearing. this must be the end of the road, right? they’ve already cleared the capital - which was surprisingly doable considering their current novice status. the official guardians of the paribatra manor just up the myanmar border had him and jezabel to thank and hopefully decorate with those prestigious molnija marks after such an ordeal. “it’s a dead end.” ominous silence thickened the air as he leaned in, offering jez a hand. “we’re done here.”

[prognatae-a]

@intcashes​ continued  

       “ i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you, ” he added as she righted herself, the lost footing almost certainly his fault. he clasped his hands behind his back, figure tall and, as ever, smiling. “ of course, i meant what i said, ” he reassures her. “ i could never pull off moves like that. ” there’s a soft laugh on his lips, finding that the best way to introduce himself to people is to make a joke, it helps set people at ease, and it alleviates some of his own tension too. he doesn’t get much chance to be himself. “ i’m actually a pretty terrible dancer when it’s not a formal dance. ”

       there’s a small frown as she refers to herself as a nobody, a statement to which he would strongly disagree. “ oh, i highly doubt that. no-one is a nobody and everybody is important. ” he’s been working hard on making sure people feel valued. he’d hate for anyone to genuinely believe they weren’t important, not just in his eyes, but for themselves. 

[toysong]

@intcashes​ hit the HEART.

Everyone in New York knows the name Joey Drew. Everyone’s heard about the studio, at the very least one or two words about it. Joey Drew Studios and its little cartoon devil. The cartoon devil whose grin a certain music director is starting to see in his sleep.

It’s driving him MAD at this point.

“ Wish I could get a new job, ” Sammy grumbles to himself as he walks into the bar across the street.

[wildcr]

@intcashes | continued from here

“ Sorry, there, sweetheart, but I don’t answer any personal questions until at least the third date and last I checked, we’re two strangers at bar. “ Jez offered the other woman a shotgun smile, still casual and more of a smirk than a smile proper. She’d caught sight of doodles on the other’s napkin and that had sparked the conversation about art and, apparently tattoos. With Jez’s long black hair pulled up in a high ponytail, the shitty tattoo on the back of her neck was all too visible. That had, of course, led to the conversation of potential coverups and then the story behind the crooked half-cursive names she kept hidden under the sheaf of her hair. “ You really should at least buy me a drink first. “

 —  jas rolled her eyes when she heard the other woman’s answer, a little overdramatically for show. “all the more reason to not care what you tell me -- you’ll probably never see me after tonight, right?” she countered in response, leaning on elbow against the bar as she looked at the other woman. jas had only a surface-level interest in tattoos -- she liked the look of them and she liked drawing, but most of hers held no deeper meaning or emotional power. they were an aesthetic choice. but she did have an interest in drama, especially other people’s, so she was much more interested to hear the gossip behind the other woman’s tattoo. “if you wanted a drink you should have just asked, cupcake.” jas grinned playfully before turning to wave down the bartender.

[akirathief]

@intcashes​

Continued from here.

“ Hermes knows how to tell an interesting and compelling story while keeping his audience engaged, and, my god, the jazz crooner vibes he gives off. Also he’s just cool as fuck. ”

[serenitystored-a]

@intcashes​ asked: ‘ did you read it yet? ’ (Blythe to Kerderius Hill, intcashes)

“of course I read it. I do take my job seriously, you know.” kerderius loved books almost as much as he loved magic and adventures. he wouldn’t have bothered to work in a royal library if he didn’t. “I don’t understand why you’d look into spells like those, though. they’re of little use against curses.”

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for @intcashes : beth’s ocs are one of the best i’ve ever had the pleasure of writing with in all my years on tumblr. the effort she puts into her characters is astounding! plus, she’s one of the best friends you could ask for! i hope she knows how much she’s loved. i admire her so much and wish her the best! she’s 12/10 ♡

[perfectmetaphore]

Lyrics starter for @intcashes​

“Color a yarn and the crowds will gather” 

Superstition. Beliefs. Anything that could raise interest in something as fragile as a human mind, something new to believe in. HOPE. The most dangerous feeling of them all. But, hope is also quite easy to crush, which makes him even more dangerous. 

[arienheart]

it was chilly, but kaz had left his window open. after all, there was rumors that the wraith was back in town.  ( ok yeah, he was certain of that but he wasn’t about to predict her arrival. )  and when that happened, the leader of the dregs wasn’t about to leave the captain’s favored entrance closed to her.  “ what business? “  a seemingly cold greeting, but he trusted that she would understand the warmth hidden in it.

@intcashes​ for inej~

[flixculpa]

spooky inspired sentence starters

anonymous asked: ‘ we’re locked in ! ‘ (eliza to nellie, intcashes) / @intcashes

“what?” nellie asked, a small frown on her lips as she looked over to where the other girl was standing by the door. in all honesty, she wasn’t overly worried in this scenario -- she had a bit of experience picking locks, so there was a pretty good chance she could if it really came down it, though she didn’t like using that skill too much. “are you sure?”

[maimeelai]

CLOSED. ( with @intcashes​ ft. muse of choice. )

necktar was buzzing that day, and usually, she preferred dropping by for a feed when the crowd wasn’t as busy - but as she had been pulling quite a lot of heavy-lifting on this new project she’d been working on. this meant another stretch of a few weeks immersed into the human world, lessening her feeding opportunities while at work. truth be told, balancing a stable job in the academy and her advocacy for human & vetala trade relations can be quite taxing to say the least.

“it’s okay,” the response was almost instinctive, and before it caused a mess, the hot tea was back into the teacup, turbulent swirls smoothing into a calm surface as she placed it back on the counter. “that could’ve been a disaster.” linn had a quick glance at the other, recognizing as one of her students - assessing for any more inconveniences. “shouldn’t you be in class?”

[prognatae-a]

@intcashes​ wanted a gil starter! < i’ll be there for you > 

         “ you've burned your breakfast ”

[wildcr]

@intcashes | continued from here

“ Oh, I’m so sorry! “ Blythe said and stepped away from the little sprig of aster. The warm glow faded from her hand and she muffled it in her skirt with a polite smile. The sprig, which had moments ago been bent and wilted, was back to life and in full bloom. The young woman ( or something of the like ) tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled with as much innocence as she could muster. “ I was just feeling the petals, is that alright? I didn’t realize I wasn’t supposed to be touching the merchandise. “

 —   luce had reacted faster than she meant to. she wasn’t quite sure what she was seeing -- it sure looked like the young woman in front of her had brought the flowers back to life. but that was impossible. but she spoke without thinking enough about the situation -- she should have stopped and watched for a while, tried to catch her in the act of -- what? luce wasn’t sure, but now there was no chance of seeing it again, anyway. “i- sorry, it looked like you were up to no good for a second,” she said, a little lamely, when she found her voice again. “um,” she hesitated, not wanting to look crazy. “i could have sworn those flowers were supposed to get thrown out tonight because they were dying.”