#survivher

[feminaferitas]

"It is I... Jacques. [clears throat] Jacques."

//Ok, the last of my insane Yellowjackets crafting weekend is over (for now...) with Seance Shauna and her favorite little knife! The figure used as her body base had some imbalance issues (which were not aided by the shirt sculpt needing to cover the place where a backpack used to be) so I had to glue her to a base disk for stability -- which I spruced up with cabin floor details for some extra spice. I had to paint the symbol backwards to get it right (after some trial and error) but I think it really adds to the scene.

ICYMI: My Dead Jackie custom Pop-sicle and my Video Store Van Palmer

If you have ideas for other characters you'd like to see me try in the future, let me know! I'd love to draft up other concepts and already have 2 different characters planned for my second wave.

#ooc; out of the cabin #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanart #custom funko pop #shauna shipman #art by jam #//rbs by personals ok here #//now back to your regularly scheduled replies - apologies to my RP followers #visions: shauna #survivher

[princessofpranksarc]

beau and yasha 😌 (i'm already sorry but i believe you'll make the right choice)

send in two names and make my muse choose which one they would kill.

so , here’s the thing , she looks between the two of them , beau would never forgive her . she’d never look at her the same if she chose yasha to die . they’d never have the friendship they had , ever again . even if she brought her back . but yasha would never , ever forgive her if she made her watch the person she loves the most die , no matter how quicky she could bring beau back . wouldn’t it be better ? wouldn’t it be easier if it was yasha ? how terrible was that to even think ? yasha’s been through this before so she should die ? beau has a whole life ahead of her as if yasha doesn’t ? she’s crying as she looks between the two of them , she can’t lose either of them ( losing them is inevitable after this , isn’t it ? ) . she’s selfish , in the end , unable to watch the light leave beau’s eyes .   ❛  beau , please , don’t hate me .   ❜   she says & closes her eyes as the spell hits yasha . i’ll bring her back , i promise . 

#survivher #* 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛? ›› answered. #i don't want to talk about it

[heartlikegold]

@survivher​ said : ❝ well, how do i look? ”

        was that really even a question? betty turns onto her stomach on veronica’s bed, brows raised as she gives her best friend a long look from top to bottom. she looks gorgeous; what else is new? ❝ you really want my opinion, ronnie? ❞ betty squints, looking for any flaws and finding precious little. ❝ maybe... don’t forget to put on sunblock? ❞ she chuckles when veronica gives her an unamused glare and sits up, hands in the air to appease her. ❝ kidding, kidding! no, you look great. I don’t think you need to change anything. but, maybe consider taking a change of clothes just in case? I hear it’s supposed to rain and that dress looks like it drags. ❞ 

the flash of a bright idea has her snapping her fingers in excitement. ❝ wait! I have my sewing kit in my back pack. do you want me to make you a little wrist thing that attaches to the train? that way it’s not getting all mucky? ❞ 

#❝ 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝙰 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚜 . . . ♡ answered . #survivher #SURVIVHER: veronica lodge.

[adveanture]

*            WHERE   DO   YOU   CARRY   YOUR   PAIN   ?   

(      your   arms      )         you   have   tried   to   hold   onto   what   is   dear   to   you,   only   for   it   to   be   wrenched   from   your   hands   .   .   .   

tagged   by:      @70th​      (   we   got   the   same   result,   rip   odesta   )    tagging:      @questsy​      (   vex’ahlia   ),      @deniesmercy​,      @melnchly​      (   hazelle   ),      @survivher​      (   katniss   ),      @emptyher​​,      and   any   other   mutual   can   say   i   tagged   you   !   

#i have perished mavis #★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 029. finnick odair ( about )

[princessofpranksa]

the second the second piece of bark snaps off in her hand her heart plummets into her stomach as she starts to plummet to the ground . her arms outstretched , she barely has time to process fjord launching himself after her . he’ll catch her . of course , he’ll catch her . what happens when he catches her ? they both die ? she feels her weight shift as something slows her down when fjord grabs her hand tightly & they both disappear . 

❝   fjord !   ❞   she exclaims as soon as they reappear , out of breath and clinging to the bark , a little higher than they’d been , once again .

❝   hang on , will ya ?   ❞   he teases & the butterflies in her stomach , butterflies she’d firmly tried to leave behind , kick up . 

❝   you . . .   ❞   almost died for me . . .  saved my life . . . are my hero . . .  except she doesn’t say any of that . she presses her forehead against the tree as her fingers grip the bark tightly trying to get some of her confidence to make the rest of the climb & calm her racing heart . fjord had saved her again . she had to remember that they were just friends . he would’ve done it if beau had fallen , just as he’d done for her . & she’s glad ! she’s glad that there’s no doubt in her mind he’d have done it for beau too because she cherishes this family . but it doesn’t mean she hates the realization that he’d kissed her all those weeks ago because she’d been dying , not because he’d wanted to . he’d kissed her cheek the day before because she’d saved him & he’d been grateful , not because he meant anything more by it . & he’d jumped off a tree to save her because he didn’t want her to die . they were just friends . she could handle being just friends . if only the butterflies would get the message , she thinks , & starts to move up the tree again . 

@survivher​ asked : hey ... hey ... write me some details on how jester felt after the tree jump. you know the one. ;)

#survivher #* 𝑖'𝑚 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟. ›› answered. #* 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝘩𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. ›› headcanon. #* 𝑜𝘩 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑. ›› jester x fjord.

[adopertum-gone]

A  LOOK  INSIDE  FRED’S  PHONE :      DAPHNE  BLAKE. 

↳  @survivher   said   :    ☎   |   ringtone.

#passing away #survivher #d. blake tag. #edits* #tagged may rb.

[adveanture-archived]

*    @survivher​​    —    [  REUNITE  ]   HAVING  BEEN  APART  FOR  SOME  TIME,  VEX,  UPON  SEEING  VAX  FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME,  SPRINTS  TO  GIVE  HIM  A  HUG. 

THERE   ARE   FIELDS   AROUND   HIM,   FLOWERS   FALLING   IN   THE   BREEZE   FROM   UNSEEN   TREES,   AND   HE   IS   LOOKING   FOR   HER.         he   pushes   through   the   tall   grasses,   white   petals   brushing   against   his   cheeks   and   dappling   his   hair,   as   he   runs.      his   voice   catches   in   his   throat,   so   he   cannot   call   her   name.      he   removes   the   mask,   letting   it   fall   where   it   may.      he   reaches   a   crystal   river,   and   he   stops.      for   those   are   steps   behind   him   that   he   recognizes.

vax’ildan   has   only   a   moment   to   blink   in   the   brightness   and   the   tears   down   his   cheeks,   before   his   sister   leaps   into   his   arms.      he’s   only   just   left   her   world      —      her   plane      —      to   see   her   off.      to   bring   her   here,   to   their   home,   to   this   new   and   good   place   with   all   those   they   love   who’ve   come   before   and   crossed   already.      he   loses   her   in   the   shift,   in   the   journey,   but   she’s   found   him      —      she   always   finds   him.      and   they   are   the   same   again   as   they   hold   onto   one   another,   her   gray   hair   fading   back   to   the   dark   brown   curls,   the   wrinkles   from   a   life   well   and   lengthily   lived   melting   back   to   the   face   she   wears   when   last   he   holds   her   when   they   are   both   living.   

“      i   .   .   .      have   missed   you   so,      ”            he   weeps   into   her   shoulder,   feeling   her   tears   soak   his   neck   and   hair.      champion   of   the   raven   queen,   escort   from   death,   black   shroud   of   his   goddess      —      he   is   only   vax   here   and   now,   stubby   in   his   arms.      and   they’ve   an   eternity   to   be   whole   again   together.   

#★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 001. answered #★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 002. vax’ildan #survivher #oh good lord lyns #i've died #death tw

[headsaves]

@survivher​  sent  :          “  i trusted you! / from raven  ”          /          accepting.

her   hands   were   still   shaking   ,   blue   eyes   fixed   on   the   crimson   water   in   a   bucket   between   her   feet.         breathe   in   ,   breathe   out.         repeat.         again   and   again.      clarke   knows   she   did   the   right   thing   ;         ending   finn's   life   before   lexa   and   the   rest   of   the   earthborns   could   get   hold   of   him   had   been   for   the   best.         he   would've   suffered   before   the   commander   finally   decided   to   kill   him.         a   small   knife   to   the   heart   had   been   merciful   ,   but   clarke   knows   better   than   to   expect   her   own   people   to   agree.      especially   raven.         oh   ,   raven   .   .   .         she'd   heard   the   girl's   screams   all   the   way   across   the   clearing   and   they   just   kept   repeating   themselves   in   her   head   over   and   over   again.         guilt   threatened   to   pull   her   under   like   vicious   waves.         this   was   all   her   fault.         someone   pushes   back   the   flap   of   the   tent   clarke   is   in   ,   startling   her   out   of   her   own   messy   thoughts.         her   eyes   zero   in   on   the   person   making   their   way   into   the   tent   and   she   presses   her   lips   together   ,   blinking   back   the   tears   that   immediately   spring   to   her   eyes   at   raven's   venomous   tone.         the   hatred   is   to   be   expected   ,   clarke   thinks   absentmindedly.      she'd   just   killed   the   boy   raven   loved.         she'd   killed   the   only   family   she   had   left.         ❝         i   know   ,         ❞         she   whispers   after   a   moment   of   making   sure   the   brunette   is   done   speaking.         the   tension   in   the   room   is   thick   ,   all   traces   of   the   tentative   friendliness   between   the   two   are   gone.         ❝         i'm   sorry.         ❞         clarke   drops   her   gaze   to   the   water   again   ,   busying   herself   with   washing   her   hands.         ❝         she   wasn't   going   to   change   her   mind.         i   -   i   had   to   do   something—         ❞         a   choked   up   sob   flies   past   her   lips   and   she   squeezes   her   eyes   shut   ,   head   shaking   as   furiously   as   the   way   she   scrubs   her   hands   ,   feeling   her   skin   of   her   palms   go   raw   with   each   pass.         ❝         i   couldn't   let   him   suffer.         ❞

#OOPS ??? #survivher #✦ ｡* ♔ ❪ arc one. ( main ) › improvidus apto quod victum. #✦ ｡* ♔ ❪ answers › the princess is speaking. #death mention tw #blood tw #eliza taylor /

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @survivher​​    —    DOES  ANYONE  ELSE  SEE  THIS  GUY,  OR  AM  I  LOSING  MY  MIND? 

HE   KNOWS   BETTER   THAN   TO   LOOK   UP   IMMEDIATELY   AT   BEAUREGARD’S   WHISPER.         she   may   not   be   subtle      —      very   few   in   their   little   family   are      —      but   caleb   knows   to   be   when   possible.      only   slowly   does   he   takes   the   chance   to   turn   towards   her   query   from   the   fruit   stand,   feigning   nonchalance   as   best   he   can,   not   looking   too   long   before   he   returns   to   shopping   for   their   lunch      —      for   the   extra   supplies   yasha   needs   for   her   fruit   salad.            “      no,   i   see   him,      ”            he   replies   quietly,   giving   the   shopkeep   a   nod   and   payment   while   placing   their   purchases   in   a   basket   from   home.            “      and   more   importantly,   it   is   clear   that   he   sees   us.      do   you   recognize   him?      ”            at   first   glance,   from   said   distance,   caleb   does   not,   and   he   is   not   sure   whether   that   is   better   or   worse.   

#✦ ∘ ∙ 011. answered #survivher #thanks for sending this in ! #some post campaign shenanigans #when you and your bestie are constantly working to overthrow powerful evil people lol #but you're just trying to do some shopping for your wife

[bh-arc]

@survivher​  asked:   “did i just miss something?” from velma? :) ↳   the  fall  (  2006  )  sentence  starters. 

                    𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚  𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙚   ,   attention  only  partially  given  to  the  other  before  her.   &  partially  basically  just  means  . . .   not  at  all.                      ❛       what   ,   huh  ?         ❜          she  briefly  looks  up  at  velma  ,  annoyance  written  on  her  features   ,  before  she  redirects  her  vision  back  to  the  very  captivating  fashion  magazine  within  her  hold.    her  words  register  ,   &   carol  just  shrugs  ,   simply  not  caring  too  much  at  all.    she   pops   her   bubblegum.       ❛        how  the  hell  am  i  supposed  to  know  ?   i’m  busy.  can’t  you  tell   ?         ❜

#survivher #😔

[feminaferitas]

supernatural/monster au character backgrounds

v: it's not evil - just hungry, available for shauna/jackie/misty/nat note: full background/social and timeframe setting for verse/threads is flexible dependent on plotting with partner

Cast: Shauna the psychopomp, Jackie the siren, Natalie the dhampir, Misty the hag-touched.

Shauna Shipman: Psychopomp

A psychopomp, or in essence, a reaper, is a melancholy and misunderstood figure. Associated with death but never the cause of it, Shauna is feared all the same. She arrives at the site of death and quietly begins the work of preparing the soul for its next stage of being. She does not judge or condemn the dead, but simply makes the transition to the afterlife a little easier, perhaps a little kinder. Her hunter's knife is the scythe by which she severs the threads to the mortal plane, whether or not there is a body left to carve. It is somber, solitary work to clean up the place where a life once was, but she dutifully does her work no matter how many believe her to be a butcher.

Shauna often does not know those she is tasked with ferrying, but if she learns anything of them, she writes down details of who they once were in her journal. Much of a life is lost to time, but she tries to remember the ones she helps.

She sometimes takes the form of her young self, and sometimes she is older, but Shauna exists outside of linear time and most frequently appears to be her teenage self (even if she never really was a teenager). She can also manifest in animal forms, occasionally a deer or a flock of birds waiting just beyond the body.

Shauna doesn't appear naturally to the living, unless they have some connection to the otherworldly -- the killers, those who have had near-death experiences, and others who have witnessed a lot of death may be included in this, but there isn't an exact science to it.

Jackie Taylor: Siren

What she lacks in skill and acuity she makes up for in influence. Sirens have that sort of hold on people, after all. For the longest time, Jackie never really understood why she always got what she wanted -- she just knew the universe conspired to make it happen. It wasn't until she told a guy in high school to "go fuck himself" that she finally realized there was something more to her words and her voice. That said, not everything she says is compelling -- Jackie has learned to hone "the voice" she uses to influence and beguile. In the meantime, it doesn't hurt she's gorgeous and well-liked. And that wasn't because she forced anyone to believe it... right?

Contrary to popular belief, she's not the type of siren that people think should be related to mermaids. They're more classically bird-women, but Jackie doesn't manifest any avian traits (apart from sometimes getting really sharp manicures, but that's purely aesthetic).

Jackie is skilled in vocal mimicry and even if she's not the world's best singer, her influencing abilities can be dangerous to weak-minded individuals. If she's swapped spit with you too, she's likely to have a stronger hold. If she's silenced, gagged, made to bite her own tongue, or deafened, her powers lose their effect.

Jackie also has synesthesia and can clearly see and distinguish the source of sounds (granted that they're not overpowering -- she can be prone to overstimulation).

Natalie Scatorccio: Dhampir

A cursed child often born of a vampiric father and a human mother. A mix of both worlds, belonging to neither. Natalie has always been an outcast in every sense of the word, right down to her very biology. And as she slowly learned the truth about her parentage, things began to become clearer. As vampiric offspring are wont to do, Nat was responsible for the death of her father, but it didn't do anything to solve her own affliction. It did, however, free her mother from his thrall -- but her mother still resents her daughter for what she did, even if it was ultimately a good thing.

As a dhampir, she has a weakened mix of the strengths and vulnerabilities as a vampire (though of course, stakes to the heart and decapitation will do the trick). Natalie is prone to sunburns and is sensitive to light, but is slightly stronger, faster, and more durable than humans. Religious iconography does still impact her, though she does not need invitation over thresholds and is not weak to running water.

Her blood and bile are toxic to full-blooded vampires, and her own appetite for carnage can mostly be suppressed, but she does still need to drink blood every so often, especially when injured or weak. (This is a mix of dhampir lore sources, I don't love when they're just All Vampire Awesomeness with No Weaknesses.)

Natalie will stop aging on a human timescale when she hits adulthood, if she lives that long. In the meantime, she indulges in nightlife, intoxicants, and other experiences to try to numb the pain and distract from the fact there's nowhere she truly belongs.

Misty Quigley: Hag-touched

She wasn't born a witch, and she's not innately magical. But Misty saw the sorts of powers that existed just beyond the fingertips of most normal lives and wanted some of it for herself. For those who aren't lucky enough to have natural magic, well, there's always a hag coven. Misty found a gathering of powerful women who were willing to make a bargain and bring the blonde into their society. And Misty prefers this type of wicked handiwork to simply waving fingers and casting spells. Just... don't leave strands of hair or fingernail clippings where she can find them for her "experiments".

Inspired by various hag folklore and D&D depictions, Misty's magic is based in exchange and component value -- she excels in curses, inconveniences, and changes in fortune, but she's not entire malevolent. She isn't wholly benevolent either, extracting some sort of price from those who seek her aid. And if they don't, she just has fun making whatever mischief she can -- often targeting individuals to whom she later proposes the solution to their woes.

Also, not all hags are old and ugly -- Misty resents that idea, thank you!

#v: it isn't evil/just hungry #eaternalyouth #survivher #forensickness #nirvanatalie #//yall i blame rae and arrow for giving me the brainworms #//i wasn't gonna do this sort of thing but how can i not #//shauna the psychopomp you are my EVERYTHING

[princessofpranksarc]

there’s a bowl of strawberries & sugar settled on top of her belly , his head in her lap & she’s running her fingers through @survivher​’s hair , her nails scratching his scalp softly . it takes some real talent to keep the bowl from tipping onto fjord’s head , she thinks as the rain makes the ship rock them slowly back & forth . & she’s thankful , they don’t have to worry about uk’otoa ( uk’otoa ) sending anymore creepy guys now that they’ve sealed him away but honestly ? she’s starting to get a little bit nervous . that they’re not going to make it home to nicodranas , to her mama & caduceus , before their little cupcake pops out . & , like , she’s totally fine just having fjord there when she does have the baby , she’d kind of been hoping to have caduceus with them . . . just in case . as she takes a nervous bite of a strawberry she feels the movement in her lower stomach before fjord asks ,   ❛   was that a kick?   ❜   & she smiles brightly . even though she’s already used to the feeling , she never gets tired of the look on fjord’s face when he feels their baby move in her belly . she moves the bowl of strawberries off of her stomach & shifts so she can see him .   ❛   they’re , like , super excited to see you , fjord . as their mama , i can tell . they’re definitely like ‘ oh , that’s my dad , i know he’s there , i’m going to kick around so he knows i love him ! i hope i get to see him soon , i can’t wait for him to be my dad ! ’ you know ?   ❜    she says , in a high pitched voice , her accent exceptionally thick as she does before her mouth drops open & she hits him lightly on the shoulder excitedly .   ❛   and , and , and i just remembered my mama told me that she used to talk & sing to me when i was in her stomach , you know & that i could hear her & that’s how i knew she was my mama when i was born . so , like , they probably hear us talking & sometimes i sing you know & so that’s , like , definitely how they know that we’re they’re mama & papa ! you should talk to them , to my belly & maybe they’ll kick more !   ❜

#survivher #* 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛? ›› answered. #* 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑. ›› epilogue. #pregnancy /

[quismetarc]

@survivher   💬   ‘  i  learned  a  secret  :  there  is  no  without .  i  am  not  gone .  i  am  scattered  into  so  many  pieces ,  sprinkled  on  your  life  like  new  snow .  ’ 

DESPITE   SOME   INHERENTLY   HUMAN   FLAWS,   there   are   a   handful   of   admirable   traits   to   note   in   Joe   Goldberg.   Charm,   humour   and   being   the   only   well   read   man   in   all   of   the   City   of   Angels,   are   only   to   name   a   few.   Amongst   them   is   his   attraction   to   stubborn   women;   admittedly,   myself   included.   A   confident   man   is   a   man   that   can   look   a   hard   headed   woman   in   the   eye   and   bear   their   soul   open   and   as   raw   as   a   fresh   wound.   A   naive   man   is   a   man   who   doesn’t   know   how   to   pick   his   battles   nor   how   to   end   them.   But   I   can’t   fault   him,   he   has   a   lot   going   on,   what   with   the   baby   and   the   move.   In   the   words   of   Shaman   Kevin:   let   bygones   be   bye   and   gone.   

Who   I   can   fault   is   the   redhead   who   had   just   stormed   into   the   store.   It   takes   seconds   that   feel   like   hours   to   blink   the   vision   of   fury   into   clarity.   A   woman   looks   me   straight   in   the   eyes,   wielding   her   sharp   words   and   fearless   bravado.   A   woman   who   was   supposed   to   be   dead.   Joe,   is   your   ex   girlfriend   fucking   immortal   ?   Woman   risen   from   the   dead,   not   once,   but   twice,   still   doesn’t   seem   to   understand   that   she’s   no   longer   dealing   with   a   Goldberg.   The   Quinn’s   don’t   go   down   as   easy.   And   apparently   a   Stone   doesn’t   stay   buried   six   feet   under.   ❝   Candace,   ❞   the   name   comes   slowly   as   the   stomach   churning   realization   sinks   in.   Her   presence   is   a   startling   reminder   of   a   snowball   that   has   spiralled   into   something   so   much   bigger   than   it   ever   needed   to   be   and   growing   ever   still   into   an   avalanche.   I   never   wanted   to   hurt   her,   not   like   that.   So   why   don’t   I   feel   any   sign   of   relief   to   see   her   alive   ?   Why   do   I   desperately   want   her   dead   ?   Why   is   she   not   dead   ?   

I   know   I’m   gaping,   wide   eyed   and   white   knuckled.   Composure   doesn’t   come   easy,   and   when   it   does   I   can   hear   the   uncertainty   in   my   voice,   just   a   whisper   over   the   ringing   in   my   ears.   ❝   How   did   you   find   me   ?   ❞   Not   the   question   I   wanted   to   ask,   but   it’s   hard   to   think   when   the   walking   dead   stands   right   before   me.

#survivher #[ 𝓛 : v. post s2 ] ❦ 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 . #i left this vague ish #so this could be actually alive candace #or ghost!candace

[princessofpranksa]

she barely hears him as she drifts , the swaying of the hammock sending her further into unconsciousness . it’s fuzzy , the way the words make their way into her brain & present themselves to what’s left of her consciousness unbelievably . she must have imagined him murmuring the words as he kissed the top of her head sweetly , it’s what she wants him to say , what she’s wanted to ask for the longest time . briefly , the first time she said i love you drifts through her mind , she’d been so nervous . when he’d asked her to move in with him to their first apartment , will he be nervous when he actually asks ? she burrows deeper into his side , into his warmth & it takes a full sixty seconds for violet eyes to pop open . she sits up , her hair falling over her face as she plants her hands on his chest , a wide , surprised grin on her face .   ❝   you want me to what ?!   ❞   she leans down to press a quick , happy kiss to his lips before she’s hovering over him again .   ❝   fjord !! did you just say what i think you said ?! because if you did , you know , obviously i want to do that !! not that i’m going to be bummed or anything if you didn’t because i don’t need to married i just think it would be kind of , like , a brand new adventure , you know ? & i want every adventure with you , fjord .   ❞

@survivher​ asked : “ i want you to marry me. “ from fjord

#survivher #* 𝑖'𝑚 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟. ›› answered.

[adveanture-archived]

*    @survivher​​    —    DON’T  MAKE  THIS  WEIRD . . .  BUT  I  SAW  THIS  IN  THE  STORE.  FIGURED  YOU’D  LIKE  IT. 

THIS   SEEMS   LIKE   ONE   OF   THE   TIMES   FIG   PRETENDS   SHE’S   NOT   AN   OPEN   PERSON.         like   she’s   not   one   of   the   most   affectionate   people   gorgug   has   ever   known,   like   she   doesn’t   make   it   clear   with   every   word   and   deed   that   she   loves   and   supports   her   friends.            “      fig   .   .   .      you   bought   this   for   me?      ”            gorgug   tilts   his   head   to   the   side,   slouching   down   so   it’s   a   little   easier   to   look   in   her   eyes   and   smile.            “      that’s   just   so   nice,   you   know?      ”            he   pulls   the   cool,   new   drumsticks   from   the   gift   bag,   all   green   and   black   and   awesome.            “      these   are   .   .   .      just   perfect.      and   i   can   use   them   at   the   gig   tonight!      ”   

#★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 001. answered #★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 004. gorgug thistlespring #survivher #thanks for sending this in ! #they're fucking cute stahp

[archived-hellesfeuer]

*    @survivher​​    —    SOMEONE  HAS  TO  LEAVE  FIRST. 

HE   PUTS   HIS   HAND   ON   BEAUREGARD’S   SHOULDER,   GIVING   A   SQUEEZE.         it   begins   as   habit,   when   he   steps   into   frumpkin’s   eyes.      it   is   something   more   now      —      it   is   their   way,   usually   for   him   when   he   is   falling   to   pieces.      today,   it   is   for   her.            “      and   it   will   not   be   you,      ”            he   says   firmly.            “      not   like   this.      not   unless   it   is   what   you   want.      you   leave   like   this,   and   i   will   follow   you.      ”            he   leans   down   to   make   her   look   him   in   the   face,   with   her   downturned,   teary   gaze.            “      you   think   i   cannot   find   you?      hmm?      you   are   not   the   only   smart   one   in   this   group,   beauregard.      and   i   am   just   as   stubborn   as   you.      ”            he   gives   her   shoulder   another   squeeze.      if   they   were   less   broken,   he   might   pull   her   into   a   hug      —      he   wants   to   pull   her   into   a   hug.      but   this   is   their   way.   

#✦ ∘ ∙ 011. answered #survivher #thanks for sending this in ! #time to cry about the siblings i guess