zekrompunisher:

GiantDad vs. Big Truck. The Ultimate battle in my opinion

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elite-knight-champion:

oh my god…

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knightofcarim2:

Darkmoon blade is my fav covenant right now. I spent the holiday invading but it is a shame that fails the most part. I hope Dark Souls II has something like that when it comes out.

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» Ill-Equipped [closed]

softheartheavyhammer:

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  “Eh…” Usually he would refuse, but she was right. He argued with himself for a few minutes before recalling his own words… he’d like to keep his limbs.  

  “Do you know how to stitch things up? I have needles, for cloth of course. But I do have a bit of silk thread; isn’t that what someone would use for flesh wounds?” His deep voice was sort of… pleading. He genuinely didn’t know how to stitch himself. How helpless do I sound; what the fuck is wrong with me? I know she’s gonna make me pay for this later. Uuuugggghhhhhhh— 

 ”Would you mind… very much… help— giving me a hand?” It was like it physically hurt him to say the words. He legitimately could not fix himself when he choked on the h-word. The warrior shook his head. With his one good hand, Tas untied a pouch from his belt, and shook it in Jenessa’s direction. 

 ”All the stuff’s already in here. Please?” He turned on the charm, smiling cheerfully at her. That should help ease the awkwardness. 

She raised an eyebrow at his smile, unmoved at his apparent attempt to flirt with her. Standing with a sigh, she removed her own pouch with her own curved needles that she had brought with her. The spool she withdrew was wrapped with snow white thread, the needle a burnished silver that gleamed in the firelight.  

"Take off your damn shirt." She told him, already threading the needle and securing the knot. Once that was done, she set them aside and drew a dagger, a flame emanating from her finger to heat the steel. "I’m going to have clean it out and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like that either. Try not to scream too much. It’ll attract attention." 

softheartheavyhammer

» Reblog if you have no triggers when it comes to what you rp.

This is for people who might have twisted ideas for rp, and want people to know they’re open to it. Doesn’t mean you condone, but if you want the dark stuff, the stuff that makes people squirm, and aren’t triggered — I think it’d be good to let people know. Triggers aren’t something unacceptable, of course. But I think it’d be good to help people find others that don’t have that limit to themselves and are fortunate enough to not experience triggering things.

» Ill-Equipped [closed]

softheartheavyhammer:

 Kid. Kid. Kid. 

  That was so fucking annoying. He carried on without a hesitation, temporarily dismissing his anger. Instead, he snatched up his hammer and replaced it in it’s holster.

"You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t really want the answers to.And for the record, I had every reason to stare at you. You were minding my business. And! My arm is fine - well, it will be.” He glared at her when she invited him to sit. But when his eyes fell and he saw how much blood accumulated on the stairs, he realized he had to sit there anyway.

   Talkin’ to me like I’m some kinda kid brother. What a cunt. Doesn’t even know me. I’m a grown ass man. Who does she think she is? This is stupid because I have to sit here and now she’s gonna think she’s so damn cool. I guess she is pretty cool.  

"Well, why are you here, Jenessa of Thorolund?" Tas spat the words with sarcasm, yet still he managed to find a seat at the fire, directly opposite the woman. Without another word, he removed his glove and began cleaning the wounds with a clean cloth, glancing at her every now and again. His arm was torn up, a piece of his hand cut out… he might need stitches. Just the thought made him shiver for a second and he spent the time staring into the bloody mess, deciding what to do.

"That depends." Jenessa replied, her sword being drawn with a flick of her wrist and she sat it upon her knees as she produced a clean cloth from her pouch, moving to remove dried blood specks from the polished steel. Her gaze was on him as she worked, deft fingers moving with practiced ease. She glanced at his arm, examining the deep gash and sighed. 

"You going to need help with the scratch?" She asked, indicating with the tip of her blade. Truthfully, she didn’t like the look of it and under ordinary circumstances would merely offer to heal it but she knew that a man’s pride was something that was easily wounded so the knightess made no offer to heal it. "You’ll bleed out if you don’t do something about it."

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DEMON ON THE ROOF!
Anonymous

"Yeah, I don’t see anything."

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ever met a squire without knight?
Anonymous

"Well then they wouldn’t be a squire, now would they?"

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