#hellguarded

[lichthey]

❝ —–— normal day t' walk 'round smellin' like rotten eggs? ❞ // @hellguarded

#fingers crossed the ghost post is dead #hellguarded #「 ic. ➟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ. 」 #「 i. ➟ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ʙʟɪꜱꜱ，ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. 」

[bclasaeg]

@hellguarded

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN 

#hellguarded #:)))))))))))))))))))) #WOMB DAY #AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #WE'RE OLDER #ig hold up reluctant bai for a picture

[subdued-moderation]

Starter for @hellguarded

A night like any other, one would like to say. Streetlights lighting the roads, the relative quiet of a city interrupted mostly only by the sounds of cars and the occasional shout of someone out drinking or what have you...

But for one man in particular, he wouldn't be able to say that soon enough, staring up at the building in front of him from an alley across the way. Someone walks up from behind him, placing their hand on his shoulder.

"Ready for this, big guy? Quick in and out, should be done before the pigs realize! Easy job, easy money!" They grin, seeming confident in this plan.

The man just responds curtly. "Yes."

"Alright! You know the plan! Couple of my guys will follow behind you to hold the entrance. You know! Just in case someone gets nosey while you're doin' your thing."

He squints at them. "Long as they know our agreement."

They just make a face, rolling their eyes. "Tch...Yeah, yeah, mister personality. They'll get the memo." They back off, motioning him along. "Now get goin', we don't got all night!"

The man huffs, cracking his knuckles as he begins moving forward.

This will be a long night...

The report would come in to the authorities, some bystander spotting a small group of suspicious individuals entering the offices of some small tech company. One large man, then two more people a minute or two after. They appeared to be armed, though no gunshots have been heard.

The silent alarm has been tripped and attempts to call have been met with no answer. Something is also disrupting security footage. This was all within the last several minutes.

With no other option, dispatch radios for any officers close to the scene to investigate. Perhaps it's fate that the closest is a particular hound...

#ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴅʀɪꜰᴛ [AU Verse] #[IC: Temperance] #hellguarded #((I finally got something in mind #((Went with this approach #((Sort of like a...Narrative setup for DMing a game #((Of course you can do as you like as you see fit

[lured-into-wonderland]

She smiled at Ignis as she opened the door for him. She was just passing by in the entrance hall as the bell rang. Nunnally liked him. He was a rather frequent guest at the manor; obviously working with her father, but she did not know the details. She had accepted it long ago that there were things that she was not allowed to know, and she was not trying to change it anymore.

“I did not know you were coming.” – she greeted him in a slight surprise; she was wearing a simple flowery dress and her long blond hair was falling loose on her back, still slightly wet. Rather unusual outfit for her. When they were meeting before, even in this house, Nunnally was usually dressed more formally – “Please do excuse my rather…casual look.” – she felt the necessity to explain herself before leading him inside to the living room that was more than familiar to him.

“The usual?” – she asked pouring him a glass of his preferred drink not really waiting for the confirmation – “My father is out. At the meeting. He is not expected home for another hour. Or two.” - she said pouring herself a glass of white wine.

That was an unexpected situation. Nunnally knew Ignis was important. The business with him was important, and whenever he visited, some additional efforts were always undertaken. Nunnally was always expected to be home, ready to be called upon if needed. So, Ignis's visit was surprising. Least to say. Almost awkward. She laughed trying to make a situation lighter, more relaxed at least for her. And then she said the first thing that came to her mind: --

“Unless this time you came to visit me…” – (“Gosh! You are flirting with him, Nunnally. That would make your father furious…” ) – little did she know...

"I am sorry. I should not have."

a plotted starter for @hellguarded

#ignis gavras #nunnally #verse: ? #hellguarded #what would be his favourite drink? #just wondering #hope it's not hot

[theboonofchaos]

    " If it isn't the little puppy~ " Eris cooed, reaching out to caress the face of the hellhound. " Good boy~ "

        @hellguarded

#hellguarded #v; unknown

[sheyearns]

@hellguarded​b

        ALMOST---

        Yet, the breeze was too fast for her and her musical sheets escaped from the tip of her fingers. It was too late for her to run after it. The sheet was gone from her line of sight and Lacie had no choice but to admit defeat to the losing game. Even if she did run, she wouldn’t be fast enough. She’d trip on her feet during the heated chase and she’d be left off worse.

        Displeasion mixed with annoyance coursed through her body. All the hard work, hours of grind to find the best satisfaction for her new song but now gone, blown away in a mere seconds. 

        “Why does this have to happen? What do I do now?” For the first time in a while Lacie expressed her helplessness in verbal language, not knowing she wasn’t really alone.

#hellguarded #{ I hope this is okay <3 } #♔ ▌.IN CHARACTER┆⟨ there’s a void in her soul and it leaves her feeling cold ⟩ #♔ ▌.VERSE┆⟨ this disaster binds us absolute ( before tragedy ) ⟩

[ekleipsi]

--- not me heavy breathing over this BOY, LOOK AT HIM!??!? PERCEIVE HIS FACE. @hellguarded is putting tiny borders on all my icons, i'm cri. like 1500 icons...

#out of shadows | ooc | ; #i'm literally crying #i get so emo when ppl make things for me i sob like a BITCH #ty so much nate bby #hellguarded

[movedto-lichthey]

❝ somethin' about ya' smells . . . off. ❞ // @hellguarded

#spencer stop tellin ppl they smell #hellguarded #「 ic. ➟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ. 」 #「 i. ➟ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ʙʟɪꜱꜱ，ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. 」

[unladielike]

" i'm… sorry? " he thought he'd been getting better at understanding the new modern slang. unfortunately, many liked to prove him otherwise at every corner.

                UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "Oh, great... it seems I'm stuck with a boomer," Vivian sighs. By that point, she was starting to feel a headache coming on, prompting her to slowly shift her fingers up beneath her bangs to massage her temple. "Okay, my brother in Christ, listen carefully... the whole reason you should not be dining alone at a Chinese restaurant is due to the fact the dishes there are meant to be shared; therefore, unlike with American dining culture, ordering an entirely separate meal is considered wildly unusual," she then begins to explain.

    "Seriously, you do not wanna get an entire steamed fish and eat it all by yourself unless you want to draw the stares of the non-white customers around you. Why, if you truly must have Chinese food, you should order takeout instead... do you comprehend?" In all honesty, it took such a huge amount of effort on her part to not tack on a 'capeesh' at the end, but somehow, Vivian manages to dial it back down a notch, which coming from her, was quite the impressive feat. Truly, he should be grateful she was nice enough to formalize her language so even he could understand it.

@hellguarded

#hellguarded #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ aadhskjahdjksa THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! i hope this is okay ] #[ tbh without context i struggled on how to respond at first ] #[ but yeah vivian still has war flashbacks when it comes to that one 'when white people eat at a chinese restaurant' video on tiktok ] #[ so she's trying her best to educate ig on the cultural norms of eating at a chinese restaurant ]

[belliautore]

it was nice to sit down with emily for a cup of tea after… so long. he couldn't even remember how long. " i'm sorry that i just sort of… disappeared off the face of earth, " he chuckled, his voice lined with guilt; he couldn't even look her in the eyes, " i've had a lot going on… still do, actually. but it's nice to catch up. do you… still have aster in your care? " he didn't forget, the pet cat he'd once entrusted her.

ask the novelist / always accepting.

--- There was no hiding the depths of his guilt from her, the feelings he was harbouring towards himself ever blatant in the tone of his voice and the avoidance of her gaze. Emily was NEVER one to hold a grudge, though, and she only continued to smile REASSURINGLY at her companion -- hoping to convey that she held no ill will towards him with regard to his absence, she was simply grateful and utterly THRILLED to have him back. That was the important factor, that and knowing he was alright -- she sincerely hoped he was, anyway.

" ...You needn't apologise, though I do appreciate it. I was worried about you. " The hand which had been at rest by her teacup glided over to settle atop his in a GENTLE embrace, fingers curling into his palm ever so slightly. The witch wished nothing more than to exude warmth & care, wanting him to feel all of those positive feelings in the wake of his low mood. " Aster is perfectly fine. " There was a slight widening of her smile at the mention of the feline. " A little menace, especially when it comes to bothering Heathcliff, but a joy to have around....We've missed you, though. A lot. " Emily allowed a brief silence to befall them before taking a deep breath, squeezing his hand as she did so. " Please know that I'm here for you, Ignis - I always will be. "

/ @hellguarded

#hellguarded #// ask ; ( answered ) // #SHE WORRIES ABOUT U IIIIG

[inseparableduo]

@hellguarded liked for a starter!

Andrew was holding dowsing rods while Darla was holding an EMF recorder. They were standing outside an abounded building, ready to stave off boredom while ghost hunting. Or really trespassing with this as an excuse.

"Why do I get these stupid metal sticks again? This is dumb." Andrew huffed.

"Because you lost at rock, paper, scissors... Ready?"

Right when Andrew was about to nod his head, the dowsing rods crossed on their own. Not only that, but both of them felt a dull pain as a minor headache started to form.

#hellguarded #⚔; two sets of a whole ( twins ) #I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #i did not forget i just had a hard time getting this out #also if this doesn't work let me know

[bclasaeg]

me doodle ocs! 

@strawbelina @renran​ @hellguarded​ @tximidity​

#strawbelina #hellguarded #tximidity #renran #i have new pen u_u

[lured-into-wonderland]

@hellguarded said: “I’m not one to share what is mine.”

Possessive prompts // accepting

Why these words? So much out of context? Out of place? In the wrong time? So unsettling. And yet it felt they were oddly fitting. But Nunnally could not quite grasp why she could rely to them. But not only that was surprising. They seemed to have a slight lace of warning? Or a threat? But to whom? Or was she imagining?

Nunnally did not understand. She tried but she did not. Ignis and her were together in the theater at the premiere night. The play turned less interesting than expected, or perhaps exactly as expected. But it gathered all the "important" people, and her father got free invitations. She ended up going with Ignis. Recently they had been going out together more often, but it still was not that they were together. Or so she thought. But Nunnally had a funny feeling when she was with him. Like something was going to happen.

She moved her blue, now slightly surprised, eyes away from her glass of wine to look at Ignis’ profile. Was he speaking to her? Or to someone else? He was tall, with the confidence beaming from him and they were definitely getting attention. The attention she was used to and had learnt not to notice. The attention that was not directed to her as a person but to whose daughter she was. She was wondering what was the reason for him gaining the attention…Or was it how they looked together?

“Such strong words for such a pleasant night.” – she commented uncertain if he awaited her to response. But Nunnally did not know what her reply should be.

( “I’m not one to share what is mine.” ). These words…as if they were meant to claim…her? This thought was unsettling, disturbing. But it was also not completely unwelcomed. Something inside made her think she would not mind be claimed by a man like Ignis. But the other part did not want to belong to anyone. She was a plaything for too long. She just wanted to be free.

And then Nunnally thought she understood. Like all the puzzles started to fit neatly together. Like suddenly she clearly saw where everything was heading and what were the plans for her. For them? But Ignis? Would he comply…No! Would he want it? Was he the one who wanted it?

She shook her head a bit more abruptly that she should have; her fair hair moved around her shoulders. She wanted to brush off these thoughts. Nunnally would not ask Ignis about her assumption; perhaps she should confront her father later. But better not.

She took his elbow; perhaps she should ask for permission? She leaned closer to him. Her voice almost a whisper when she spoke.

“Would you mind if we leave a bit earlier? The night is so beautiful… Would you like to take a stroll together? It seems more appealing than staying in this crowd. The stars are so beautiful tonight…”

#ignis #nunnally #verse: human #hellguarded #he's confusing her #but not in a bad way

[caemthe]

@hellguarded​ said.º

" i've...  i was considering to put your case on hold.  perhaps forever, "     throat was cleared, and for a moment, he struggled to meet the vampire's gaze.  this would be the first time he'd ever walked away with a deadend case, and he'd always  prided himself  to be able to get to the bottom of  anything.  now, though?  sure, he knew exactly who the perpetrator was and framing them would be easy.  exacting justice would be  easy.  but his heart wouldn't allow.     " not enough evidence...  dead leads...  things like that, "     he shrugged, and exhaled a sigh and finally looked at wolfgang,     " and maybe i could finally walk the streets by your side without constantly looking over my shoulder. "

     On hold… forever? Now that was a quaint choice of words.

     The musician knew that ‘on hold’ wasn’t the same as being off the hook and that there would always be a slight chance of new problems arising in the future. But, right now, that didn’t matter to him. Who cared about what was yet to come? So why worry about the future when there was no time like the present... and no place he would rather be than standing before the man in front of him.

     There was a glint of amusement in Wolfgang’s eyes when the hellhound struggled to maintain eye contact. Though he could tell this wasn’t an easy topic so he did his best not to laugh. And yet he couldn’t help the smile pulling at the sides of his mouth. It was a real smile, so different from the ones he faked so naturally when he talked to others, because he finally had a reason for it. “Have I ever told you that you’re irresistibly cute, Ignis? That you’re an incredibly endearing man and all shades of red look marvelous on your features?” Yes, he had. Multiple times actually. These unprompted reminders were something the musician never grew tired of saying. And he meant every word every time as well.

     “Does that mean I can now officially ask you on a date?” Soulless eyes brightened with shards of what was once humanity, something that should be foreign to him. He noticed the slight change as well so he gave in and laughed, relaxing his shoulders when he spoke again. “I apologize if it seems like I’m going too fast. I know we have all the time in the world and there is no reason to hurry, but it often feel like time slips through my fingers when I spend it with you.” Time passes by in the blink of an eye when you’re having fun, when you’re living.

#hellguarded #amadeo. º ( caster. ) #ask. ° ( delivered. ) #/ ty for the ask!!! and apologies bc wolfgang has NO CHILL

[smilingmxsk]

🔪

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

Poor unfortunate souls. Well, maybe not 'poor'. The fuckers just tried kill her for riding up on their robbery. The way Margaret saw it, the woman who ran the little jewelry shop was kind. Kept her head down, never asked for any trouble, even stuck her own neck out for people! Now these fellas from another corner of the city thought they could just ride in and bounce with goods? Hell the fuck no. Of course though, Margaret challenged them all to come outside, reassured the older woman that she had it taken care of, and to stay inside for her safety.

This end of town luckily had folks that kept their doors and windows shut in the late hours. You don't hear nothing, you don't see nothing. Not if you didn't want some rowdy fellas on your doorstep the next morning asking what you saw. Asking if you told cops anything.

Well, by the time a certain visitor arrives on scene, he would find bodies strewn about on the ground, Margaret clutching the very last one by the back of his collar, just about to drag him off to a dumpster before she hears footsteps.

She stops. And she peers over her shoulder to look over the well dressed individual. Shit.

"...Got a reason for bein' back here? I doubt you guys jus' go for walks in these parts."

As if she needed to be noticed by cops right now. Caught red handed. Literally.

#hellguarded #{IC: Margaret} #FOR YOUR OTHER BLOG TOO CAUSE FUCK U)) #I WRITE TWO DIF SCENARIOS))

[ekleipsi]

" i... transcribed some of them for you. "

it wasn't commonplace to see the hellhound so shy. the way he offered a small notebook to the avian, all the while refusing to meet his sharp gaze.

ignis had a tendency to write his poems in either greek or latin, languages he knew very few within his circle would be able to read. it didn't get any better with the fact that he was just as embarrassed to actually read them outloud.

it was... different from his stories. his poems came from a different place— a much more tender place, one that he remained sheepish about sharing with anyone. even when asked. even when prompted.

especially when they were directly inspired by, or addressed to someone in particular.

" you can... keep these. if you want to. " // ig & nao

--- Head tilted, surprised by the others offering. It was true, he wasn't used to seeing his husband so shy about offering the poetry; or even the stories. Often, Naoto had requested he read them to him, if they were in Greek- the language was a comfort to the avian before he'd even realized it. Just how much it grounded him; after his kidnapping, he'd come to appreciate the words even more. Ignis had always been there for him, been there to support him, to protect him and cherish him...Greek was just another way for Naoto to recognize his lover.

--- In every breath, in any language, in any life, he'd know Ignis. Naoto couldn't read Greek. Nor did he understand but a sparse few words- there was an elegance in the mystery, a charm in not knowing. It's why he'd never asked Ignis to teach him. Bright blues settled sweetly upon his lover, whose rubies would not meet his own, glittering sapphires crinkled slightly in mirth at the gesture.

--- ' You're usually so secretive about them... ' he said quietly, voice tender in its own right. The assassin, typically so cold and collected, so indifferent and detached from his own feelings, reached up to brush fingers along the angle of husband's jaw with a soft hum. ' Wonder what I did to deserve such a treat. ' he finished idly, before carefully curling his fingers around the notebook offered and hugging it close to his chest after a small inhale.

--- It felt heavy, the book in his grasp, for as thin as said notebook was, it bore such weight. The weight of thoughts, of feelings, of adoration and love- as well as doubts and insecurities, he was sure; lower tier was pulled between teeth, gnawed at in worry that some of these even held regrets...frustrations. When lover mentioned that he could keep them, he only squeezed the book tighter and nodded, a smile pulling at the corners of lips.

--- ' Good cause the second you handed it over, you weren't...actually going to get it back. Not for good or anything. ' he chuckled, before holding it out and aloft, opening the folds of papers and thumbing over a handful of them. True to explanation, Grecian words were made legible in Russian so he could understand their meaning...and he smiled idly at the one he allowed gaze to pass over, before tipping orbs up to husband's own. ' Will you read me some, yourself? ' he asked after a pause, tilting his head with hopeful look.

#hold me when i’m here; right me when i’m wrong | nao & ignis |–; #hellguarded #this was so sof n sweet #he loves his hub sm??? #i love them ur honor....;; #read UR HUB THESE BEAUTIFUL WORDS???