#oathkept

[seraph-of-sizes]

Worldbuilding for BHoDS

Oaths:

When a human makes an oath on their vision to another human it is just a promise with a divine punishment should it be broken. (The cracking of a vision)

When a borrower makes an oath on their vision to another borrower it is the same.

When a human makes an oath on their vision to a borrower(s) (most often a swearing of protection or not to bring harm to the borrower(s)) they are Bound by Oath to that borrower(s) and gain the unofficial title of OathKeeper. The human cannot break their oath even consciously. The human will always know where the borrower is and if they are hurt the human can take the wound instead (the size of the wound is only proportional to the borrower, a large gash to them would be a minor cut to the human). The only way a human Bound by Oath can be released is if the borrower states that their Oath is void or the borrower dies.

When a borrower makes an oath on their vision to a human (Mostly forced by a human that has a borrower trapped in some way) they are similarly Bound by Oath to that human. They gain the unofficial title of OathKept. The borrower cannot reject any request made by the human they are bound to unless the task is impossible. The only upside to this binding is that the borrower cannot be harmed by anyone or anything during the duration of the oath. A borrower can be released from this oath if the human says that the oath is void, or the human dies.

[shepcwer]

oathkept

Send Jules urls for good vibes !!! || I always accept these !!

@oathkept !!! Also let it be KNOWN @deputyclank also sent me to talk about @luckheist so I am gonna talk about Mox’s Bev & Felicia sooooo here we go!

MOXXXXXXXX Yes okay fantastic! Mox’s Beverly is by far one of the most well-written muses I have ever come across. It is really evident how much Mox cares about Beverly and not only that can we take a moment and just talk about Mox. Mox is literally one of the strongest people I have ever met. No matter what she is faced with she faces it head-on, she makes sure she knows what she is talking about and keeps her head high. She is graceful, kind, and is herself without catering to things people may do to her and that is so important. I can not think of anyone else on this platform who is as strong as her and that is incredible. I genuinely do not think the dictionary has a proper word or string of words to describe just everything that is Mox. She is her own entity alone that surpasses the proper ability to have actual words in the dictionary fit her as a person. That bleeds into what she writes, it is clear on her Beverly blog and it is clear on her Felicia blog. She approaches both characters with such love that you can see in everything even just the simple aesthetic posts she reblogs. She knows exactly what she is doing, she knows exactly what she is writing and she knows exactly who her muses are and no one can ever take that away from her because it is hers. Mox is just an incredibly talented and incredible person who deserves the world and is absolutely a gem.

[feargrown-a]

❝BEV ...❞  his  voice  quiet  &  almost  unsure.  Stanley  had  his  gaze  fixed  on  the  ground,  his  feet,  his  hands -  ANYWHERE  but  her.  Bandage  was  off  now,  free  from  the  burden  of  bite  marks  on  his  face  but  the  trauma  remained  &  images  he  saw  when  IT  crouched  over  him,  teeth  sunken  into  his  face ...  ❝did  you  REALLY  see  me  with  you  and  the  others ...  BE  HONEST❞  slowly,  gaze  was  raised.  ❝because  I  didn’t ...❞

@oathkept liked !

[richtozicr]

@oathkept sent —-   Ω for a text message after making a horrible mistake

[  text: claire standish  ]     bev idk if i can do this anymore.

[  text: claire standish  ]     i just literally went back to derry again and i am a complete fucking mess, man

[  text: claire standish  ]     you’d think i’d learn to stop hurting myself and my god damn heart 

[amongstars]

it had already been a long day, but it wasn’t a bad one. honestly, steve had just been trying to keep busy. it was better for him to always be on the move, to always be doing something. if he just sat around, he was often just completely restless. looking at his phone for a moment as he stood in the elevator, he scrolled through his messages and tried to keep himself occupied. it was fascinating quite how fast the elevator in stark tower was -- with how many floors this place was, it only made sense. otherwise this ride would be that much more unbearable. the beeping of the floors changing was echoing in his mind, him leaning against the wall as he waited. he only needed to distract himself for a few more moments before the doors opened and he started making his exit. 

his gaze was still focused on his phone for a moment before he looked up and saw someone. it wasn’t quite in time, as he was unable to stop his movement before running into the redhead in his path. immediately, he tried to ready himself, a gentle hand moving to her arm as to not topple her over. he took a quick step back, removing his hand from her, giving her a concerned look. “i’m sorry, you’re okay, right? i didn’t step on your toes or something?” there was a quick laugh that escaped his lips, despite his nerves that suddenly had grown. he may be captain america but that didn’t mean he wasn’t awkward in situations like this. “i’m so sorry. i wasn’t paying attention. that elevator ride is one of the longest ones you’ll take in your life. you going up there?”

@oathkept​ / sc

[herobelieved]

         @oathkept​  sent  :  ❝  You’re more than just a one night stand.  ❞  from  THIS.

          HE’S  A  WORRIER,    everyone  knows  that  much  about  him.     He  worries  about  everything,    he  overthinks  &&  he’s  never  without  something  to  freak  out  about.      Which  is  why  this  situation  has  arisen,      one  kiss  led  to  two,    two  led  to  three  which  led  to  hands  on  Bev’s  hips  to  pull  her  into  his  lap  &&  then  her  hands  were  in  his  hair  &&  their  lips  met  in  a  sudden  rush  of  passion  ―  something  had  sparked  then.           He’d  pulled  away  &&  as  always  got  caught  in  his  thoughts,    rattling  on  about  nothing.    But  in  amidst  the  breathless  flurry  of  words  is  the  admission  that  he  doesn’t  want  this  to  just  be  a  fling,     doesn’t  want  this  to  just  be  a  one  time  thing.     &&  then  her  hands  cup  his  face,    thumb  brushing  over  the  scar  on  his  cheek  from  Bowers’  blade  &&  her  forehead  rests  against  his  own.     Prompting  him  to  close  his  eyes  for  the  tender  moment.      Her  words  bring  relief,     comfort  &&  he  gathers  her  closer  as  one  hand  settles  upon  her  cheek  &&  brings  her  lips  against  his  own  once  more.

[ascotwearinga]

@oathkept​   liked  !

❛  we’re not socks, but i think we’d make a great pair .  ❜

[trashmcuths-a]

“ i was imagining in my brain when my dad eventually dies, i’m gonna spend christmas in cancun. “             @oathkept​

    his immediate impulse is to laugh, so that’s exactly what he does. ‘cause richie never has much control over his impulses, even with the new meds his parents are pushing. under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t give a fuck. the sliver of a filter he does possess disappears completely around the losers. they’re the only people in the world that are allowed to see the real him -- or, at least, the realest version he can manage without having a fucking breakdown. certain subjects, however, are typically avoided, mr. marsh being a prime example. richie knows beverly has a pretty rough home life, maybe even worse than eddie’s, but nothing’s ever been discussed in detail. so, he just sort of tiptoes around the topic, hoping not to making anything worse. “why you waiting ‘til he croaks? you’re gonna be an adult, bevs. that means you’ll have the opportunity to get out of this shithole and spend christmas however you want. your old man’ll just have to suck it the fuck up.”

[guiltfcl-a]

She’s beautiful and the words rest on the tip of his tongue. Despite their days together being so few, he finds himself drawn to her tenacity and bravery, something he wishes he had. He wants to know her more but he closes his mouth, looking down at the ground. Having these moments is difficult for him. Georgie won’t know what this is like if I don’t find him. 

“ Y-y-y-you wanna go for a r-r-r-ride before we m-m-m-meet everyone else? ” || @oathkept

[shepcwer]

▌█ ∵   🤢   ∵ █ ▌   ❝ And all this science I don't understand ❞ Head leans over the slightest twinge towards the other woman as she looks at her brother. Speaking on whatever it is his job title was again, to be honest she should know lord knows she still keeps tabs on him but she is half drunk most days. Taking a moment she sets herself up directly across from her baby brother and starts to do smaller movements to match his before winking at Beverly. Doing her best to clear her throat and sound like Eddie as well,  ❝ It's just my job five days a week ❞

                                    @oathkept​   lyric sc feat. Victoria Kaspbrak!                                                               Rocketman - Elton John

[bhanscm-blog]

@oathkept​ said: ❝ try to hold on to these this time. ❞

ben never had much. with his mom raising him alone, he’d always learned to cherish what he had ------ not what he wanted. and that was the case with his walkman. honestly, he usually was pretty good at not leaving it anywhere, always keeping it in his bag or in his hands as he walked. but well, ever since that day that beverly marsh just happened to take those headphones off of his head, not losing his headphones and his walkman wasn’t exactly the first thing on his mind. ( honestly, if bev took them, he didn’t even think that he’d care. ) ben had left the class bev was in with him in a rush that day, needed to get to his other class as quickly as possible to be able to hand an assignment in. it hadn’t been his intention to leave his items on his desk. 

when she approached him later that day, his walkman and headphones in hand, he gave her a tiny, sheepish smile as he went to take them from her hands. “sorry,” he said in response to her words, moving to put the items in his backpack so he didn’t leave it somewhere else. honestly, he’d been known to have his headphones dragging behind him. ( he said he learned to cherish his belongings -- he never said he was amazing at it. ) “thank you, though. wouldn’t have been able to listen to new kids on the block if i didn’t have it.” it was his attempt at being playful and teasing, but well, he was pretty sure that it just made him sound incredibly awkward. “i probably would’ve found them eventually. and by finding them i mean finding someone else using them.”

critical role quotes | accepting

[scribedhorror]

Bill@ his s/o

[amongstars]

hi i love you. and i love running around the mall with you and having drinks with you and everything about you. i especially love disney singalongs on the highway. you're such a good person and i am SO lucky to have you as a friend both on and off the dash. your writing is AMAZING and i can't get enough of you.

ahhhhh mox. i am so lucky to have a friend like you!! you helped me through so much and made me realize so much about myself in times where i was questioning so much. i’m so happy that we got so close so quickly (and that you answered that meme five million years late AND THEN BEGAN OUR FEELS) and i’m so grateful that i was able to meet you and that we were able to share that time together. i loved meeting you and i loved getting to really get to know you and i hope we get to do it again. i trust you so much and i lovE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART

also i’m so glad that you made me watch it bc ben hanscom is now my baby and he loves you and bev okay and so does steve

you’re such a light and such an amazing friend. you constantly amaze me with your writing and i love writing emo shit with you and getting the cutest damn wire messages i’ve ever seen in my life. you’re such an amazing writing partner but you’re my friend above all of that. we could write everything in the world and you’d still be my friend first. i’m always going to be here for you through everything no matter what comes our way. 

i can’t wait to make so many new memories with you and i’m looking forward to what the future has to bring! 

[herobelieved]

               @oathkept​​  sent  :  ❝  💕/ yolo   ❞  from  THIS.

           PANIC  IS  RISING  FAST,     heart  racing  in  his  chest  &&  it  feels  as  if  his  throat  is  closing  to  the  point  he  can’t  breathe.     He  can  hear  his  pulse  pounding,     he  can  feel  Bev’s  hands  press  to  his  cheeks  in  an  attempt  to  bring  his  attention  towards  her.     He  can’t.    Not  yet.    He’s  too  busy  focusing  on  the  source  of  his  panic,    &&  then  her  lips  are  against  his  own  &&  he’s  practically  melting  instantly.     The  panic  slowly  fades  &&  he  leans  forward  into  the  kiss  without  a  word,     now  his  heart  is  racing  for  a  different  reason.     Hand  hesitantly  moving  up  to  rest  his  palm  atop  one  of  her  own  on  his  cheek.           When  they  part,     there’s  a  slight  smile  that  pulls  at  his  lips.       ❝  Well,    that’s  one  way  to  shift  my  focus.  ❞

[sloppyritch]

@oathkept learns a secret 

He waits in their usual spot—the small alcove that was formed between the back curvature of the school and the dumpster, kind of gross, but it had become their own (and was convenient for discarding their cigarettes). He’s anxious, foot tapping as he takes a few drags in an attempt to steady himself. This was something he had to tell her. Richie trusted Bev, more than the others in some ways. She was level-headed, comforting, and had her own secrets to tell, which she had and she would. This was their time, their space, a safe-haven despite how closely a place of rumor and judgment loomed.

Why it has to be today, he is uncertain. Maybe it’s because the fucking winter formal is coming up. He knows who he wants to go with, but he can’t. He won’t. But the desire is so strong that he feels like he is going to lose his fucking mind.

He has to tell her. So he waits, inhaling and exhaling smoke, his the heat of his intermittent breaths manifesting in cool clouds upon contact with the late fall air.

[ssbill]

@oathkept

And so another summer beckons for the end.

Bill ignores it - as he’s done many previous years. He knows it will not stop the summer from receding to wherever it goes when its time has passed, and that fall will come regardless of his wanton feelings, but this is routine.

Once again, Beverly will go away with her aunt with little argument. Bill will watch from the edge of her summer residence and wave with a terrible feeling of loss rising up from the depth of his ankles until it consumes his whole body with overwhelming ache. It will last for a few days, then school will start and Bill won’t have time to sit and be washed over with it.

Take in what you can, his mother says in his head. Bill nods without realizing and finally rolls up onto his elbows in the grass. His blue jeans are dark at the knee with barren fields they’ve come to wallow in, and he knows his father will sort him out a cross look when he sees. Bill writes it off as a worth-it because Beverly’s laugh when they raced and collided still rings through his ears, setting him afloat in a way that could last for days.

“I don’t wuh-..” He fights his tongue; nose coming to a pinch at the bridge. His lip curls in a mockery of a snarl. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth one second, two seconds, three until it finally relents and lets him have his word. “Want you to go.” With such vigor, he hopes she will feel it aside from just hearing it. That it will act as a battery to keep her going, too. Honesty sweetens the air around them, and Bill pushes his hand through the small stalks of grass to reach for her own. He suddenly longs to feel the press of her rings between the webs of his fingers, her cold knuckles and for the scent of her cigarettes to seep into his own skin.