#tw: dagger

[shalida]

my full piece for the @/queeroczine ! 💕👄🔪

[guessillcallitart]

"I told you I could be stealthy."

"I never said you couldn't be stealthy but based on the thud you just made, perhaps you can't."

Calla✨

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[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝙊𝘾 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝘽𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙤 2023

Katsuko

↳ for @the12thnightproject

[mistressxgrace]

[emiuli]

Helio wouldn't let that happen

[pyjamacryptid]

dig two graves

[artist-rat]

I feel your breath upon my neck / a soft caress as cold as death

[hal1uzinogene]

[gertritude-art]

some more siffrin doodles

[sunkissedlouis]

louis in a mesh shirt is everything 😣

[so-very-small]

oh, to be threatened by a giant’s dagger, the blade itself taller than I am

[guessillcallitart]

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[certifries]

and you followed

[torchflies]

Me, sobbing as I imagine an AU where Rooster runs away at seventeen, once he finds out that Mav, Slider and Ice pulled his papers.  

Where Rooster meets a girl who treats him like shit, so desperate to be loved that he puts up with it, and then — there's a baby. 

A baby boy that Rooster spends over twenty-two years raising all by himself after she leaves them, begging for help from the baby’s maternal grandparents because he has no other option. 

A perfect little boy that makes Bradley understand everything that Mav, Ice and Sli gave up to raise him, after his Mom died when he was little. He forgives them somewhere between his little boy’s first day of kindergarten and the first time his baby looks up at a jet plane and says “I wanna fly too, Daddy!”

His baby boy, who grows like a weed and then there's NROTC, college in two years flat and his little smarty pants graduates Top Gun the youngest ever — as a wizzo. His baby boy is a Weapons Systems Officer (WSO) and gets the callsign Kiwi for his big green eyes and love of the damn things. Bradley spends hours laughing his ass off, the minute he realizes a Kiwi is also a little fluffy bird. 

I need this AU so much, you don't understand. 

I need them to pull Bradley’s baby boy for the Dagger mission as a spare wizzo. 

Because you know who is going to have to demonstrate the same techniques in a F-18 single and double seater? Mav. 

You know who isn't prepared to get a backseater for the first time in decades? Mav. 

Especially not one named Nicky Bradshaw. 

[snowwgravve]

working for the knife

[0ff-with-his-h3ad]

Stolas couldn’t help but laugh, he was actually smiling at what the other said. “Oh-ho~ You are funny~” He cooed. “And rather smart, it would be a shame to waste such an intelligent person.” He pondered his decision a brief moment, though knew if he disobeyed it would end in punishment by the Dark Lord. He was at the end of Lucifers leash—

“I’ll be taking some of your blood regardless of my final decision—Look at it as your own personal payment for trying to break inside.” Stolas held out the dagger, getting a bit closer to the other now.

The witch paused as the prisoner tried to strike some sort of suggestion. Maybe he could bend the rules just this once, take his blood and release. Stolas thought to himself and looked at the man’s eyes, he could see true fear and deep-deep down it pained him in a way..

“After I take your payment, perhaps I could release you.” Stolas knew he’d cast a spell to prevent the other from stepping inside the manor without invitation.

Trespassing the Manor{test starter}

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“Now where did I put that blasted book.” He huffed as he walked around his huge library, it was filled with hundreds of different kinds of magic spell books and Stolas was specifically looking for his all powerful grimoire—he had misplaced it and it frustrated the witch.

One of his familiars flew up to the window and cawed at the man. “Oh, my darling Nim. What have you to report? Has the Dark Lord called upon me?” Stolas questioned before the crow had told him that one of his guards had captured someone sneaking around trying to enter his manor.

That peaked the witches interest, who would plan such a daring thing and what could they be after? Stolas chuckled to himself. “Nim, fetch the guard and bring the troublemaker inside.”

—Moments Go By—

The guards entered Stolas’ manor, holding the prisoner tightly around his shoulders so he couldn’t escape. “Shall we dispose of him sir?” - “No, no, I’ll deal with this. Follow me.” Stolas’ eyes flashed red before he turned and used magic to pull the prisoner along. Making his body levitate right behind, still imprisoned—bound by Stolas’ spell. 

‘Tsk tsk’

Stolas walked them into his holding area, it consisted of cells to put trespassers. “Now tell me, who are you? And why have you set foot onto my manor grounds—May the Dark Lord show mercy unless proven other wise.”