All Very Swish! Yeah Bradamant For Sure Makes The Highest Priority To Look Fabulous As She Stabs Someone.

This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!

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"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."

"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.

"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"

"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."

"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"

Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.

"How rude."

"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"My hand was dirty."

"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"

"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.

"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.

"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"

"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.

"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."

"Shout for help."

"Pardon?"

"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."

"Why would that work?"

"I saw it in a movie."

"A what?" He sighed.

"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"

"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."

"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.

"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.

"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.

"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.

"Let's get out of here."

I really don’t think I can keep going so...every note this gets I won’t self harm or even plan my suicide for an hour

Back at it for 2021! Re-blog if you love Orcas 🐋

I think Kai is just being unreasonable

Irene: Starting off my day with two eggs for breakfast!

Kai: Those are chocolate eggs

Irene: Diet plan just says "two eggs", so let's not get too picky

reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

there is not a single reason to not reblog this

I feel like Kai would have an aneurysm if someone ruined his suit. He’s super particular, but Irene isn’t so bothered.

Kai and Irene dancing a tango during some book heist or another and it's like 90% sexual tension and flirting poorly disguised as them discussing work and 10% them actually discussing the work

It goes off without a hitch but Kai needs a veeeeery cold shower afters.

Like if you agree

No cap, people with anxiety are literally so brave. Everytime you talk to someone, you show bravery. Everytime you work yourself through a panic attack, you show bravery. Anytime you do something that makes you anxious, and you get through it, you are showing how brave you are. Even if you don’t get through it, you did so good by trying. You are amazing, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

BABYYYYYY JUST UNMUTE GOD

Oh my god, yes! That would be awesome and I’d read the hell out of it!

Raziel referring to Kai as Irene's Prince makes me want to write a fic about them getting trapped in a fairy tale. I do not need more ideas until I finish what has already been started

Yeah, he just wants someone to break silver’s pretty face, if not permanently. Preferably him but he might be gracious and let Irene do it as she also suffers from Silver.

Silver: one day, I’m going to say “fight me” and someone really is just going to fucking deck me

Vale: believe me, that day is closer than you think