#decidentia

       ❝   you’re good with them…   the kids, i mean.   that’s a natural talent.   ❞

@decidentia / @wolfbrawn

damp. she felt damp, she smelt damp, she was damp. usually she didn't mind the rain or snow, having grown used to both by living in Winterhold for so long, but there came a point where it started to become frustrating. and that was when her clothes become damp. they'd gotten caught in some sort of freak thunder storm that had driven them deeper and deeper into the woods. Zephyr's cloak hadn't done much to shield her from the fat drops of rain that had hammered through the trees. her companion hadn't seemed to mind the fact that he'd been rained on, or if he had, he'd hidden it well enough for her not to notice. she'd heard rumour's that the wolves were naturally warm. that the cold didn't bother them and neither did the rain. that they could walk in front a thunderstorm and be dry in an instant.

she was wondering if there was some truth to that rumour now.

if she weren't so far from home or an inn, she wouldn't have minded. heck, if she was here alone, she wouldn't have minded. she would've happily stripped off, hung her clothes in front of the fire and reveled in bed for the morning. but the sad reality of the matter was that she had company.

she was half tempted to set herself on fire just so she had an excuse to leave quicker.

she couldn't even pretend to like the company she had. she had grumbled about it for a bit, making her displeasure known, but it was clear neither of them was leaving the cabin before the storm passed. they both knew what the other was, so why pretend like she enjoyed his company? he smelt like wet dog and it was a smell she would never get used to. even the deliciously salty smell of blood couldn't tempt her. she would literaly rather drink the blood of a diseased rat before she considered drinking his. all the werewolves she'd had a run in with in the past had tried to kill her. she was surprised he hadn't taken the chance to off her now either.

with a huff, she finally broke the awkward silence that was surrounding them. (maybe it was only awkward for her? he didn't seem that bothered by her company.) "Well, it looks like we're going to be here for a while." an obvious observation, please don't let him make a snarky comment. "And if we're going to be here for a while, we might as well eat something, right?" for her it would most likely be one of the blood vials she kept on her person, but the act of cooking could sometimes be therapeutic. she sometimes ate normal food anyway, just because she missed the taste of it. it provided her with no nutritional value, but it was nice all the same.

gentle smacks are given to dez's cheeks in an attempt to rouse her. "hey, come on, dez." the arena has already cleared out, much to ophelia's insistence. dez wouldn't want people to see just how long she's been out for — wouldn't do for junkertown's queen to be out cold for more than a minute or two.

as dez starts to rouse, ophelia pulls away slightly so she isn't directly in front of her field of vision — ophelia's pretty sure she wouldn't want to the first thing she sees upon coming to once more.

honestly, ophelia isn't really sure how it happened. she hadn't been paying close attention, never is a fan of the general violence that odessa enjoys, but is always on standby if needed. and boy had she been needed.

Jean didn't like making a fool of himself, he hated feeling embarrassed, didn't want to give someone any reason to poke fun at him. Well aware that he didn't take jabs to his pride very well. He was humble, yes, but sensitive. He had seen Annie around, watched from the cafe as she skated effortlessly round the rink, one spiling hot water over himself when he watched her for too long.

He had tried a few times to talk with her when she took breaks, watched her sit quietly as her father coached her. There was something about her, quiet and reserved but elegant. It was that curiosity that had him trying time and time again to strike up a conversation with her. Over time her walls had dropped, she agreed on a drink with him, in return he would put on some skates and join her on the ice.

It was a fun idea, a deal he was willing to take as long as she promised to hold his hand. But he was too eager, going solo only to end up on his ass somehow, back and head hitting the ice, elbows surely going to bruise as they were too slow to catch him. Jean blinked, looking up at the blonde angel leaning over him, a dumb smile on his face.

“You’re so hot.”

@decidentia asked:

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . – from Eld!

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

His heartbeat had risen slightly, his eyes narrowed for a second, his composure lost only for a moment, pain not distracting him from taking out his opponent ( an abnormal, who had entered their formation ). When the sun set, and they had the luxury to finally set their feet on the ground, Levi allowed his squad to address the injury he had sustained. A deep cut at the side of his stomach had slowed him down, even if by little. Eld was the first to approach. The most confident when he was around — was it the rest of them were still scared of him, his temper, his reactions? Does it hurt? ❝ What do you think? ❞ Well, no wonder why they were so tense in his presence. 

He could have handled it on his own — too many years spent fighting on the streets, too much blood spilt, many injuries sewn, and only his life to be responsible for. The battlefield changed, the purpose he’d chosen to serve, now responsible for the life of others instead ( ensure their protection, their growth, make sure they wouldn’t sacrifice their lives for a worthless cause ) — but alone again Levi would stand among enemies. His conscious choice was, to keep advancing forward, move fast, so none would catch up to his pace — it was dangerous to stay close. Yet, last time he took a moment to look back, he’d see them, his squad, chasing after him. Maybe, it wouldn't be that bad, to slow down every once in a while — let them treat his injuries (visible or not), so he could treat theirs as well. 

Most soldiers would grow uneasy when witnessing their superior getting hurt, but not them, and if they were, they were good at masking their fear, matching their leader. Most soldiers relied on someone else to make their choices for them, to take responsibility for their lives — quite common when on a battlefield, to lose trust in one's self, to look for who was more skilled and experienced. They were different, arrogant enough to know they could do well on their own, their strength as a team almost equal to his, and ready to give up on everything to keep moving forward.

Silently they sat by the campfire, as Eld worked on cleaning his injury of any dried blood. Levi could have done it on his own, yet instinctively he had given in. He was bleeding too. He was no different, and neither were they. His weak nature, his humanity, the Captain carried with pride, a rare sight a chosen few got to witness, and a lesson he wanted to teach them. Humanity's strongest soldier. His strength, inhuman. A monster. Even a devil, to some. Cruel, for his humanity to be questioned, when it was monsters he fought against, risking his life just like everyone else in the Survey Corps. Invincible? He wasn't. His life would hang by a thread, just like the rest of them. He wouldn't sacrifice any less, or be worth more.

sexuality headcanons

sexuality headcanons

men in general usually LOL

biting & scratching

dirty talk

pinning wrists & restraints

He had to keep going, there was no other choice. The duty was down to him now, to ensure this darkness that was spreading through the land and consuming countless lives, would be stropped, no matter what the cost might be, he had to keep going. So many had set forth with him and he had commanded them all to stay behind until he returned, and now the time was coming when he was to part ways with her as well, there was to be no other way, for what awaited him within the darkness, he could not bring another living soul before such a creature, he would do this on his own, and end this abyss once and for all.

“A little bit further …”

As he pushed forward for the moment, forcing himself through the forest, as he turned his head to ensure there was nothing lingering, watching, waiting for either one of them to drop there guard, as he has taken it upon himself to carry her on his back, to ensure she could be safe with him and that he could go at a quicker pace now than before, not wishing to cause her to become worn down, for she had quite the travel to make back, on her own when they reached the point where the darkness was at it's strongest, once he found where the creature was hiding and resting, she would depart and mark down the location, to ensure none would ever come here again, should he fail.

“Here …”

Finding the right spot then, as he would lower down to allow her to jump of his back and onto the ground, as he would sit down for the moment, letting her lean against him for the time being as he raised his hands and would adjust his helmet, he was tired, he was worn down, but he had to continue, if he didn’t, everything would become all the more worse and all the more awful for everyone, not merely within there kingdom, but all lands that stretch across the world, this problem, was one that he had to finish, one that he knew, that it would claim his life.

“We are close …”

Could she not feel it, could she not taste it, could she not sense the evil that was here, and how dark and awful it was, as he was careful now, to ensure she did not become too attached to him and wish to follow him, he was her commander, she would obey his commands, and she would follow them, he knew that, but she would not be happy, what he was to ask from her, was a final farewell, a goodbye and one that would be forever lasting, the same for the others, they knew his commands, where to be his final for them, this a mission and a journey that had no return for him and none other needed to die with him to see it through to the very end.

“You have improved so much, become stronger, faster as well, I am very proud to have fought beside you, and even more, to be able to call you my friend.”