#s4ints

[newb0rn]

thought?  what  other  word was  there  to  better  describe  a  grisha  who  could  call  forth  the  breaking  of  day,  whose  every  step  and  waving  of  hands  sent  shockwaves  through their  world,  if  not  special?  fred's  pale  blue  eyes  took  on  a  hazy  glaze  as  he  carefully  considered  her  words.  was  it  his  imagination,  or  did  he  hear  complexity  within  the  words  coming  from  her  lips?  " did  you  want  to  be? "  the  heartrender's  voice,  though  lacking  in  melody,  carried  a  surprising warmth and gentleness.  " special,  i  mean. "

* ♙ . @s4ints / alina said " i thought that i was special. "

[tsareviich]

@s4ints continued from [x]

he should be scared of him and some part of him is. he was the monster from the shadows. the person that caused the downfall of his family. but, some part of him, was still just a man. and vasily refused to let himself be scared of a man. he still... was. but the darkling didn't need to know that. it was definitely better if he didn't know that. surely that would just give him more power against him. and vasily didn't want him to have anymore power over him. " you're one to talk, mister i love to hear myself talk. " a pause, tilting his head. " and i think you're confusing me with my brother. he's the talker. " then again, he was proving the darkling correct at this moment. but vasily didn't care. " and i know you've met my brother so you can even pretend you don't know him. " he tilts his head again, like a confused puppy. " and come on, you can admit some part of you enjoys my company. "

[conheaded-a]

              relaxation is uncommon for him: a man on the move, constantly running, a race to a finish line that doesn’t exist yet, but it’s different with @s4ints​ ,  it always has been.  they lay intertwined, connor’s face buried in her hair, breathing her in, his breath slow, steady before he retreats, the warm darkness of sleep slipping away, losing the battle of desire to look at her, to make sure she hasn’t left yet as the first rays of light begin seeping through the window panes; casting a soft orange hue over the duvet. she glows as the sun kisses her skin, and connor is in awe of the warmth that pools around her.   

              if he were artistically inclined he might ask her to stay still, might paint her wrapped in white sheets hair splayed across the pillows in a way that reminds him of wings outstretched. instead he tries to memorize her. eyes dancing over every perfect imperfection.    the sun could hold no candle to her.

after last night, i think i'm in love with you.

              starstruck look slips into something else: something more reserved. softness melts away the same way he does around his father, his siblings, when they jab mercilessly at insecurities in a way only family is capable, before his expression hardens.

            “ willa, don’t. ”    he says quietly, after a moment, hardly longer than the pause between heartbeats, he repeats it sternly.  “    — don’t. ”   a seriousness to him that could rival logan himself. it feels cruel. like when he was in boarding school, when a girl would ask him out and then go back to her gaggle of friends to laugh and giggle behind his back. when his love notes were passed around like cheap cigars, their hushed voices just loud enough for him to hear. what he means to say is : i won’t pay you to say that;   “ you don’t have to say that. ”

       what he means to say is : i can handle that lie from anyone else, but not from you.

[xhatake]

no 1 for the expression meme 😳

don't ask me about his hair

[abusedog]

maybe it's not the BEST thing to say to a bride to be , much less when the groom is your own BROTHER , but you can never be too cautious when it comes to a marriage . ❝ you know , @s4ints , you can TELL US if he's holding you against your will or something ... ❞

sc.

[khrused-archived]

INJURED MEME WITH: @s4ints [ re: sasha ]    ,    ... " 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞? "

it  is  her  instinct  to  hide  ──────  to  shrivel  and  turn  away  from  his  inquisitive  stare;  but  there  is  no  hiding  a  busted  lip  nor  the  blood  that  had  trickled  off  her  chin...  still,  her  head  lowers  in  shame,  sore  lips  pursing  tight  in  an  attempt  to  hide  the  wound  as  a  lie  clambers  its  way  up  her  throat  yet  lodging  within  like  a  sob.  instead,  she  shakes  her  head  and  tries  to  blink  away  the  tears  still  lingering  from  fear.  "  it's  fine  ―  i'm  fine,  sasha...  "  she  tries  to  dismiss  it,  tries  to  move  past  his  firm  stance  in  a  quick  retreat  ―  not  yet  able  to  reveal  her  shame...  and  yet,  instinct  collides  her  into  his  chest  ―  impulse  leading  her  hands  to  clutch  at  his  shirt  as  nature  allows  her  tears  to  fall  and  sting  at  the  open  sore  splitting  her  lip,  "  ―  it  doesn't  matter  anymore...  "

[pointm4n]

your honour i present to you - ✨ THEM ✨ / ft. @s4ints

[pyreshe]

all I do is think about g.rishaverse livvy crying her eyes out as she tells aleksandr smth along the lines of "you were my father in every way that mattered and I loved you! I wanted to be like you! you broke my heart, and I can't even hate you completely for it-!"

[kellm4n]

            there is a certain amount of paranoia required of them to do what they do, gerri had learned that early on, to stay on her toes, to wait for the other shoe to drop. it’s helped them stay afloat in times of crisis, and so when she looks at greg and decides he’s up to something, she feels that conclusion is a justified one.

          @s4ints​ doesn’t remind her of logan, not really. he is more like baird had been, trying to play big dog. if she had to guess, if she had to put a read on him, she might say he’s hiding something, some sharp edges beneath that soft bellied display.     he’s been useful, helpful even, but he’d played his cards right in their first interactions, betrayed tom by revealing his little coup, his meeting that had no cause other than harm. she wonders idly if he believes she owes him for that. perhaps she does. but that is something he will have to ask her himself.

❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜

            calculating gaze flickers over gregory hirsch : not a roy. adjacent perhaps, but not like the kids. it’s the same way she or tom is family, only when it is beneficial.    “ you’re suggesting the general . . . asshole-ness is genetic ? ”    he wouldn’t be wrong.

[mysfated]

trembling  fingertips  glide  along  the  silken  edges  of  death's  ,  @s4ints  feather  ──────  her  bones  aching  with  each  shallowed  breath,  each  moment  a  step  closer  to  her  end...  "  i'm  reaching  out  to  you...  "  she  whispers  breathlessly,  voice  more  a  painful  whimper  than  a  plea,  "  ―  can  you  hear  my  call?  "

starter inspired by lay me down by sam smith

[vullcanica]

@s4ints , ❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜ - Cora

Constance peers at her from beneath his glasses with the closest approximation to bewilderment he can manage without shattering the geometry of his face. "Whose bloom? Yours?"

Still, after millenia on earth, some phrasing always ends up lost on them. It's inevitable with how little effort they put into narrowing the language barrier humanity keeps building with odd new words. Surely she can't mean nature. They're not of it, either of them. Then again.. If this is about their earlier argument...

Connie's face arranges into something with softer edges, eyes a touch more liquid. His head tilts curiously. He can indulge her this time... "I suppose you have grown taller since I saw you last,"

After all, a land grows fastest after war. It has little choice in that, does it? A civilization far away is about to pick up what pieces it can and build atop the rest. Decay feeds the bloom. And she herself has certainly had her fill lately too.

"How was your trip?"

He's seen the paperwork. 12,900 dead, twice as many injured, cities burned to the ground. They still ask, with the hope she's at least enjoyed herself.

[xhatake]

obito is 5'5 bc canon is wrong & i declare him a short king

kakashi 🤝 obito

[ not being able to reach the top shelf at the grocery store ]

[keikakudori]

🔥 forcing my obito muse to reappear by bullying him immediately ♥️

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

❝ do you think you're not? you truly are, no matter the state of your appearance. i see no reason why that would ever be a deterrent, truly. if you feel that detracts from things, then i assure you --- one must only take a look downwards. you're certainly blessed in some areas, not to mention those long legs. i have often thought that a degree of imperfection is ever essential. ❞ even he was not perfect. even he had his own flaws. ❝ i rather hope you don't doubt yourself because of that. it raises questions, certainly, but it does not dissuade those who would be interested, i imagine. you are a man with a truly striking presence. i doubt that will ever change. ❞

[khrused-archived]

MUSIC FOR THE SOUL   WITH: @s4ints [ re: sasha ]     ,    ... " 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗. "

pearly whites bite down a grin ────── a blush blooming across her cheeks as she dares a timid glance. " no, " she admits with a hesitant grin, fork stabbing into the final piece of their dessert ― blatantly refusing to share the final taste of heavenly rich chocolate. the perfect ending to a perfect dinner ― one that required a dress with a price-tag she still wished she could forget and manners that made her feel more alien than human... still, despite her apprehension she had fun.

" ― but that's only because you're here. " she retorts, shifting in her seat, defying the grin that aches at her lips as she feigns disinterest, turning a cheek as she nibbles at the prongs of her fork...

[enclovir]

 ❝ ────── and i've been asking myself... when is this gonna get better... ❞

@s4ints​  ,  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 :     𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

[pyreshe]

hob & seven ,,,, or perhaps daniel & thirteen for the expressions 🥺

autism of the endless