#artisanals

[loath3d]

it's late, far too late for even xaden to be out wandering the courtyard of basgiath, yet here he is — and there she is. ❝ hey, you! first year! what are you doing out so late? you know better than that. ❞ he knows who she is — audra, she's in his wing — and he's never seen her step out of line like this. while surprised, he'll continue to approach her with his hands in his pockets, only stopping for half a second when he notices the tears sparkling in the dim lights outside on her cheeks.

starter for / @artisanals

#❛ reply … #❛ xaden riorson … reply. #artisanals #hehehe here u go

[godfae]

＊ ♞ 〳 𝔩𝔦𝑘𝔢𝔡 , @artisanals . [ 🇸​🇴​🇵​🇭​🇮​🇪​ 🇹​. ]

❝ if all goes according to plan , ❞ words 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 out as 🇼​ 🇮​ 🇩​ 🇪​ as the smile 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 at your lips . you've been eagerly awaiting sophie's company for days , 🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇪​🇳​🇹​🇸​ apart as work had pulled you to a quiet town in cork . ❝ — we'll finally get ᵒᶰᵉ night of 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 peace 🙵 quiet . my phone is off , i swear . ❞

#artisanals #kisses ur cheek #i love u i love THEM #⁽ 𝔠.𝔠. 𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 ₎ ﹐ ▒ 𝙲͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙿͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟ ͟𝟼͟ ▒ : 𝑑ialogue .

[nonsupe]

" they warned me not to trust you. " it takes everything in him to bite his cheek and swallow a laugh. of course they did. the caretaker isn't someone to be trusted, not with his history both with and long before the company ever discovered him. they were right to be cautious, to warn others of him when they could or felt the need to. priority or scare tactic. he's a wolf in sheep's clothing: blends in where he needs to, ready for an attack.

" did you expect anything less from them? " in a way, he likes that his presence is proceeded with a warning. they know exactly what he's capable of and now so does everyone else. but he doesn't want to give off the wrong image to @artisanals. they need each other out here, like it or not. she may be the one person he might not be able to fool. but it is still impossible to hide the smile that comes forward as he speaks his next words, " do you trust me? "

#artisanals #𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 . inbox. #𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 . you've become familiar with destruction‚ season three. #drops this carefully in your lap #i love our babies shiloh and sophie so damn much

[ltr1ley]

@artisanals : ‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’ / gaz

it's like the nag of ringing in his ears, a constant ringing, gaz unfortunately is at the end of his own frustrations. eyes are tired behind the mask, a glimmer of something much more than the man would ever say because he never would. shoulders roll, easing some tension out from his body, always sore, always exhausted but he never said a word. eyes finally meet garrick's, a sound akin to a scoff leaving lips as he starts to remove his kit. ❛ we get ourselves nearly killed everyday, today is no different and tomorrow won't be either. ❜ as he sets his gear off to the side eyes leave gaz's, he knows he's being harsh but everyday is not a guarantee for them, anything could happen, even to skilled men like them who think they have everything under control.

ghost takes a moment to still himself, hands on the table in front of him. chest rises and falls, his heart beating fast despite his calm attitude. that constant ringing only seemingly getting louder by the second as silence hangs around them. they're a team, they're meant to help one another, have each others backs and he knows this. ghost also realizes that shutting garrick out won't do any of them good, communication is needed. swallowing thickly, a sigh leaves him shortly after. ❛ i did what was needed to be done, there's nothing changing it. i took a chance, a very calculated one at that, sergeant. had it not been for you, maybe i would have died but i knew you had my back. ❜ finally pushing himself from where he'd been, he walks over to garrick and puts a gloved hand on his shoulder, squeezing almost reassuringly.

❛ it wouldn't of been possible without you. ❜ his way of saying thanks, something no doubt the team was accustomed to by now. rarely have the spoken words of 'thank you' ever left his lips.

#artisanals #𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ﹕ what survived may not be kind but it is me.

[oathwilled]

@artisanals inquired: “I hope this is important. For your sake.” / isa

Brows climb high, and he bites his tongue. " Oh, aye, for my sake, " he echoes, tossing his pack down near the fire; it slumps, not terribly full. " Now, before I go and possibly inflict some uninteresting tripe on yerself, if it's not important enough —— what, praytell, is goin' to happen? Just so I'm understandin' of all my risks. "

#;; & still alive despite everything. ( bg3 v. ) #artisanals #( he is such a lil shit i'm sorry lmfao )

[kcrclrezni]

@artisanals from here (legacy editor)

Nikolai can understand restless hands and feels the need to keep his moving as he ponders Zafiya's answer, or rather, many answers. Clearly the second one - the yes - is what she seems to think reigns true. He clears his throat before he finally speaks. "Then what would you consider to be the reason why I shouldn't have you at my side?" He can't help but add in a little humor in an attempt to soften the mood and continues with, "Just don't say bad breath. There's things can be done about that."

#artisanals #queue

[heartsbreaking]

@artisanals sent [TEXT] - i’m sorry.

[ MSG : leo ] it's okay we're both busy [ MSG : leo ] i was in court all day and didn't get to check my phone until later [ MSG : leo ] you can get me apology takeout tomorrow

#artisanals #*[ PAGE K : STARTERS ] #character : karen page

[tsareviich]

@artisanals : [COLLISION] - The sender accidentally bumps into the receiver, causing both of them to drop their belongings. ( for zafiya ) meet cute! || accepting.

sometimes he regretting moving to ketterdam. maybe it would have been better to just face nikolai's wrath than face this place's... everything. he didn't mind it most times but now, when someone ( he didn't catch names, of course ) was chasing him down. vasily hated running, he never had to do much of it back in ravka. horse-riding, sure. but this? this was terrible. vasily missed the easy life, the comfortable life.

unfortunately, vasily was so lost in thought he forgot to watch where he was going, resulting into him running straight into someone else. he really, really hoped they were not going to kill him. he was really tired of people trying to kill him. " fuck, sorry, " he murmurs, trying to get back to his feet. he drags them into an alleyway, away from the street. he lets out a soft sigh of relief before he turns back to the other person and he blinks. "-- zafiya?"

#artisanals #♕ ┊ v. ketterdam ┊ ❛ no mourners ; no funerals ❜

[loath3d]

it's difficult to talk to the woman standing just a few yards from him, but if looks could kill... the distance would mean nothing to her. he shifts on his feet, leveling a half glare at her. ❝ stop looking at me like that. if you need to say something, just say it. ❞ perhaps xaden shouldn't take that tone with her. he's only just graduated, and her ranking is high above his own. he stands his ground, nonetheless, chin lifting ever so slightly.

starter for / @artisanals

#for mira uwu #❛ xaden riorson … reply. #❛ reply … #artisanals

[featherstcnes]

azriel knew about being a burden. his childhood was enough proof of that, and despite the years he spent alive, the memories wouldn't escape him. he doubted they ever would. and it was why he didn't blame rhysand for putting him in this position -- for making him check in with people around prythian. for making him keep tabs on any information about amarantha. about the people that had been close to her, so that rhysand didn't have to. azriel kept his information close to him. detailed records of what he found out from various people that he'd been tasked after.

but somehow, despite the distance he'd traveled, the people he'd met, he always ended up here eventually, across from @artisanals.

artisanals asked: ‘ i didn’t want to be a burden. ’

" you're not a burden, " he managed out in response to zafiya's words, his eyes flickering over to her as she spoke. he was leaning against a wall, his wings tucked tightly against him. " if you want to talk ... talk. " how was he supposed to deny someone that? and isn't this what rhysand wanted? information? he told himself that was what he was listening for. he told himself that was why his shadows stirred slightly at the idea of listening to her talk, of listening to her open up even the slightest bit. " my silence isn't disinterest, " he started, voice soft. his arms crossed gently in front of him. " far from it. "

#artisanals #artisanals / zafiya #* ⟢ ━━ azriel. ( answered ) #hehehehehe #i'm going off of our idea we talked abt once . #but pretending that he's seen her often . bc . yeah #LMFAO

[harmsdealer]

@artisanals

even though he wasn't much of a drinker—not for moral reasons; alcohol was simply hit and miss when it came to his metabolism—kei found himself frequently invited to blow-outs on the upper east side. he knew why, of course: his utility as a versatile plug made him worth the summons. and drugs were easy. servicing the brat pack always made for a lucrative night's work.

they'd reached the part of the evening where his human company began thrashing at each other under the guise of dancing. he surveyed the floor with morbid interest from the safety of a table, until a presence at his shoulder broke the reverie. he turned his head, then shot vargas a perfunctory smile of recognition. not for the first time, he wondered why liquor could make some humans behave so erratically and others... less so. ❛ how come you're not gripped by the desire to show them how it's done? ❜

#artisanals #( verse: space case. )

[blednone]

" darkness never satisfies. especially if it takes something away, which it almost always invariably does. " there is always a high price to pay for something. for love, for greed, darkness too. he knows that better than any, more than he'd like to admit. @artisanals, ⛧

#artisanals #undetermined. #starter. #i honestly don't know what this is blame the generator lmao #but you know that if you need to plot this out i'm here ! #listen you asked something for zafy or sophie but i love them both so much that you may get two starters #that way you can pick which suits them better bc i love them both sm #and i miss writing with you <3

[dreamwaited]

HE SHOULDN'T HAVE LET THE MACHINE PICK. he thought it would be something cheesy like don't stop believing. the last thing he expected was for the words save a horse ride a cowboy to flash up on the screen. flynn is positive he missed the entire intro cause he was laughing too hard. the alchohol in his system gave the italian footballer the genius idea to try to add a southern twang to his singing. and maybe it was his drunk mind, but he thought he sounded pretty damn good as he got way too into the song. he could feel his skin becoming thick with sweat from unneeded dancing.

the most confusing part of it was, was somehow a cowboy hat ended up on his head. with a hiccup that tasted far too much like his beer, flynn put the hat on dani's head. ❝ ever considered the cowboy life, dani? ❞

@artisanals ft dani based on a drunk karaoke starter call

#okay i'm testing out beta editor #i hope that's okay! #also i totally set a playlist on shuffle and this was the first one that came up and i said yes #artisanals ( ft. dani rojas ) #⚔️ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 ... ❛ footballer ❜ #artisanals

[startold]

🌿   ⟨   @artisanals​   /   scott   carver   ⟩

the   party   is   nearing   its   end   ,   people   slowly   saying   their   goodbye’s   &   going   home   .   wendy   might   have   had   a   drink   too   many   ,   cheeks   rosy   &   a   little   lightheaded   .   she   doesn’t   even   realise   what’s   going   on   until   she   hears   the   teasing   jeers   of   the   rest   of   the   jocks   .   she   looks   up   ,   spotting   the   mistletoe   too   late   as   her   &   scott   were   about   to   go   their   seperate   ways   .   a   shy   smile   appears   on   her   lips   ,   blushing   a   darker   red   as   she   takes   a   moment   to   think   .   maybe   it’s   the   spiked   punch   that   makes   her   do   it   (   though   it’s   not   like   she   hadn’t   thought   about   it   before   )   ,   but   she   reaches   onto   her   tiptoes   &   presses   a   soft   kiss   to   scott’s   cheek   ,   the   group   in   front   of   them   errupting   into   cheers   &   whooping   .

❝   merry   christmas   ,   scott   .   ❞

#❝ 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ; wendy son. #artisanals #<333

[heartsbreaking]

she was glad that he was laughing and smiling despite the circumstances. karen wished he was more concerned that he was bleeding, but she was becoming used to people being less concerned than they should be. "don't try and get out of this calling me pretty," she shook her head, a soft blush spreading on her cheeks. she was relieved that leo hopefully couldn't see in the dim light. "i worry about you no matter what." she reached towards him, looping her arm through his. "let's go, i think we might need to get you to the er."

REPLY to @artisanals / leo vargas *

#artisanals #karen and i speak about the same amount of spanish #*[ PAGE K : REPLIES ] #character : karen page