#inquests

OVERDUE MEMES // NOT ACCEPTING NO TOUCH ME ANGY

@notyourpocket​  said: 💪 ||  💪 - over the shoulder.

     A defender by heart, misplaced in a world far beyond his understanding. Any excuse to fulfill his role is one worth taking. Atop the snow covered roofs of a condo, Ludwig’s home is one he visits frequent, observing the scenic views with helpings to fresh feed collected in a burlap sack. Hours tick by, time killed creating snowballs, testing strength to hit a tree far across dimly lit roads. A lack of sleep has him dozing in the midst of his self-assigned post, having run purely on two to three hours on a daily had exhausted him to his breaking point.

     Being a light sleeper holds little benefits for someone so frequently sleep deprived - yet he finds himself thankful as the sudden stirring of his body forcefully pulls him from a dreamless slumber. Someone was carrying him, and it’s at that moment he feels hot pain swelling in his leg. Heavy armor and a slumped over form earned him the a pitiful trip onto the ground. He assumes the impact had knocked him unconscious - for how long is beyond his knowing. The sky is still dark, he can barely see. His vision is swimming with stars.

“ Unhand me at once... ” A groggy tone lacking its usual malice slithers from his dried throat. Limbs uselessly dangle over the broad shoulder of what he’d assumed to be a stranger. He’s too tired to fight back... Not until he catches a glimpse of familiar red gloves carrying his shovel.

     Lucky him.

      Lips twist into a growing scowl. Not having his shovel makes freeing himself a more daunting task than he would have wished for. There’s only one last chance he has to ensure his freedom, and it’s not one he’s content about doing. Lazed arms rise fighting back against fatigue. His helm slipped carefully into a firm hold, swiveled until red horns point inward towards the two. The man’s not paying any mind - he won’t see him - he hopes. 

     Is he really going through with this...?

Really interesting story about a teen dying of LSD overdose.  The most interesting part?  He supposedly had 1.3 migrogram of acid for every microliter of blood.  There are about 5 liters of blood in the, so that’s 5 million micrograms of acid, or 5 grams of acid.  That’s enough acid to dose an entire town.  At 5 dollars a dose, and one dose being 200ug that’s 25 thousand doses, or 125 thousand dollars worth of acid. If he TRULY had 125 thousand dollars, spent it on acid, and ate it, he SHOULD die for stupidity alone.   The far more likely story is that this story is either bullshit, bad detective work, or another shill game in the war on drugs.

Is it any of your business?

No?

WORD PROMPTS // ACCEPTING

@glidewing-bard​ said: sleepy ((u can reverse this one if u think it'll be better, I like both lol

                   [ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  asleep  on  your muse

   Staying up in the later hours was of no mystery to the Defender. A self assigned position keeping guard for those he’d gotten antiquated with (without their knowing) led to several sleepless nights. He’d been bordering near the point of pure exhaustion since the second Bard - Johann - (he’ll get it right eventually) had crossed paths with him. Seated on a bench, he now finds himself trapped with unfortunate company, listening to the man ramble openly about his day. What little questions that had arisen were answered with soft mumbles and weak grunts; the weight of a currently 62 hours and counting streak of no sleep made listening a near impossibility, and yet, hearing the familiar voice felt soothing in a way...

     Mentions on a newfound discovery barely reaches ears... Johann begins to sound concerned about something... Suddenly silence follows after only a few minutes in to a one-sided conversation, the Knight having fully leaned his weight into his current company’s shoulder. Moments pass as his breathing finds a steady rhythm, looming threats of unconsciousness lingering with an all too familiar sensation of falling in sudden short bursts, there should be concerns towards his companion’s silence... But he’s tired. Worn dry. Wrung out until any water left were reduced to infrequent droplets. There’s something wonderful in having a shoulder to lean on, he decides, allowing a dreary mind to wander. Entertain himself in indulgent fantasies.

     Having someone to rest against would be better with the presence of a warm campfire. The sight of blue or red armor reflecting its dancing orange hues and silence only disturbed by the humming of insects. Wouldn’t it be wonderful? The three of them? Resting close together - too close together - WAIT.

     His body reacts before his mind could catch up. A forceful punch and sudden shove to the Musician’s arm nearly sending him over the arm of the bus stop’s bench as he, himself, scrambles to the safety of the other end. Accusations nearly barked had he not felt some shred of guilt for his hastened actions. His heart pounds with heated cheeks and an all too familiar ache painfully tightening in his chest, nevertheless, he wills himself to speak, no matter how groggy his voice may sound.

“ ...My bad... ” Excellent apology. Only the best from the world’s most antisocial Knight. 

HEIGHT COMPARE || ACCEPTING

@nobispacems​​ said: 5'3"!