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granddame-of-death · 1 year
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reblog this with ur scythe robe colour and nameee
can't wait to see bc I can't decide on mine haha
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granddame-of-death · 1 year
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(◡‿◡✿)
(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
✿\(。-_-。) “Kick his ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”
Citra and Rowan energy
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Citra would do anything for Rowan.
But Rowan would die a thousand deaths before Citra was harmed, Rowan would masquerade as a criminal to protect her, Rowan would wait eternity to hold her close once more.
Scythe Lucifer may not have cared, Scythe Lucifer may have killed without mercy.
But the boy behind the mask would do anything to keep Scythe Anastasia safe.
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Rowan: I'm not going to.
Citra: Come on, its just school, it'll take up 7 hours and then you'll be home.
Rowan: But its a product of institition and I wiLL NOT STAND FOR IT.
Citra: I'll buy you McDonald's after school if you go?
Rowan: ...only if you get me a McFlurry.
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Rowan: Only a moment ago.
When I tell you I screamed-
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Faraday: She will kill me. I swear to everything good and sacred if I don't wake up tomorrow it was her. The little demon gremlin.
Curie: mm, faraday pretty
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Citra: *earphones in, dancing around her room after a run*
Rowan: *leaning on the doorframe, smiling gently*
Faraday: *sneaking up behind him*
Faraday: Someone has a cruuussshhh!
Rowan: No I just think her dance moves are cool.
Rowan: And her hair.
Rowan: And her eyes.
Rowan: And her.
Faraday:
Rowan: Uh, I mean, eww cooties!
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Under Apprenticeship, Rowan and Citra-
Citra: Go clean that blade Rowan.
Citra: No distractions.
Rowan: Of course, no distractions ma'am!
Rowan did in fact get distracted.
He spent ten minutes playing with a spider he found on the floor.
He then spent an hour balancing the spider on his shoulder and walking around wielding Faraday's blades.
He was caught by Faraday, and no punishment ensued.
Surprisingly, Faraday opened the door, deeply sighed and closed the door and walked away.
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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Rowan: ... You might be wondering how we ended up in this situation.
Citra: No, I'm not, you are tied to a chair and Tyger's duct-taped to the ceiling, quite haphazardly may I add, so I assume this has to do with a dare.
Rowan: Can I just-
Citra: That was caused by a crap ton of alcohol.
Rowan: Yes but-
Citra: Which was consumed because of a looming sense of sadness.
Rowan: Citra can you let me-
Citra: Which was most likely caused by the fact that you both had no deep familial connections and felt like outcasts in your own homes, which runs deeper than either of you would like to admit.
Rowan:
Citra: Was I close?
Rowan:
Tyger:
Tyger: Goddammit man, she did it again.
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granddame-of-death · 2 years
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all I can say after the ending of thunderhead is
*long sigh*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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