#sunspawned

           ❛ Are you sure they put me with you. ❜ 

This time, she doesn’t actually mean to sound as disdainful as she does. The tone to Savri’s voice is less about hostility and venom and more about a certain, almost amusing, edge of exasperation, one especially reserved for Titans in particular. Special ones. Special ones that never cease to grate on her.

The Hunter’s rigid body language relaxes some before she sighs, lifting a hand and turning her head away, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.

You’d think they’d have learned after the last time.

         ❛ Alright. Where are we going this time. ❜

ELEMENT. -What is your muse “made of”, what is their character like? Courageous, loving, scared, etc

Underneath everything, Blaise is a caring individual. He hates to see people hurt and wants to help others any way he can, but his fears and anxieties sometimes gets the best of him. And even though he has a hard time seeing it, once he gets past his insecurities, he’s strong and capable. It’ll take time for him grow, really.

just a flesh wound | accepting

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This was not how it was supposed to work. The plan was simple: carve your phone number on a knife, throw it at the object of your desire, and then hope it gets well recieved. It worked for other hunters fairly well. This was not what they had calculated. This was bad.

Shit. If she didn’t kill them, the wife she kept hearing about probably would. This was a mistake. That had been a nice shirt, too. Why couldn’t the Titan just wear armor all the time! Everyone else did!

And then their phone went off. Wincing, they checked it, only to huff out in surprise and amusement.

kink rate | openbc it’s fun and i don’t think i’ve ever talked about their kinks

Giving | Receiving | Both

Biting

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants

Pain

smooch time | closed

There had been a Look. Cricket had caught the Titan’s eye out of the corner of theirs several times. And there had also been that strange wordless exchange with a member of another team. It had been bizarre moment, but they had thought nothing of it. The Hunter had been paired up with the same Crucible teams to know there was always something weird that they didn’t understand going on.

The match was won and shorty after removing their helmet, the Titan from early came over to perhaps get them to join in the victory. What they didn’t expect was lips meeting their plasteel faceplate. A broken, surprised sound escaped their throat and they could automatically feel themself overheating. The internal whir of extra coolant and fans kicking into overdrive at their sudden onset of what perhaps would be a blush for an organic life form.

A shaky laugh left them with a quick motion from their lips, motioning towards Diah. Wow they felt like a fool responding that way!

y/n? | ACCEPTING

Pale eyes narrow at the Titan, sharpened teeth gritting and all but baring at her as Laurens circles - keeping as much rubble between the two of them as he can. The metal of his prosthetics all but creaks from the grip he holds on the sword brandished before him - aimed at her throat if she tries anything. The Hunter knows it won’t do anything against her if she does, but he keeps it there all the same. 

“Funnily enough? I came here ta get away from all you Guardians an’ it ain’t like there’s really any one all that friendly towards a runaway Hunter ‘round these parts. So. Yes, I do. Why? Ya got a problem?” His voice is tight, hoarse - like the Hunter hasn’t spoken for months before the encounter. It’s not like the appearance of another person is all that jarring or surprising to him - perhaps it’s the fact that no one tends to talk to the nomad wandering in the Wilds with no perceivable direction to his existence. Grip tightening further, Laurens’ eyes narrow further at the Titan before him as he waits for an answer