Do you like war crimes? Do you like small mercenary armies and South Africa? Yes? Then you’re in the right place! Knot isprobably too old for this shitShoreline’s righthand man, Johannesburg man through and through, who cannot be bothered with Rafe or Nate’s shit. Likes hikes and shooting anyone that gets in his way- after all, if he wasn’t paid for this, he would do it for free. This is an indie RP blog for Knot of Uncharted 4, written by Doe!
#tom hardy being sweet pie
knot died for a few months, got a bunch of tattoos, shot some things and then just kinda went back to sleep
’ you, my dear, are a beast. D I V I N E but cast out, a freshly born god that runs wild within the wind and lurks beneath the pines. this is only your beginning. ‘
INDIE PRIVATE/SELECTIVE OC || Skolkulv, Goddess of the Wilds
feel free to change pronouns / wording !
ah shit I'm alive
Gives bestie a playful boot up the bum.
I trust you and you do this??? Disgusting
@lcstthief || starter call
“Alright, I ‘unno wot we’re doin’ scrapin’ the barrel here with the likes of you.”
It’s said with a glare, hands resting heavy on his hips as he paces back and forth before the Drake. Rich boy said that they needed him to help find the treasure, much to Knot’s own displeasure, the thought of having to drag around another loose end with the army made his blood boil. They needed the money, but he would have much rather been putting bullets in heads than babysit a thief pulled from prison.
“You listen to me, got it?”
A kiss for dear Elena
her chest aches, a underlying current that ebbs and flows the longer she looks at him, the more she thinks of how their paths are diverging. she smooths her hands over his shoulder before they settle, and finds it’s easier to look at them for a moment than it is him. it feels too much like a goodbye, which it is, letting their ties slip away as they wade into uncharted waters in opposite directions. if she’s entirely honest with herself, which perhaps she hasn’t been from the get-go, let herself get caught up in fantasies instead of the reality she’d have to face in the future, they were coming to this point anyhow. but that’s something she can’t say, a thought she can’t voice for how coarse it is, how far this got, how much stock was put into it.
it wasn’t a passing fancy, she knows that much, could have had more of a future if a few more sacrifices were made or more lengthy, in-depth conversations had. but the two of them lead very different lives whose paths have merged on occasion, and she can’t ask him to alter his for her, can’t demand either one of them turn back on everything they’re both struggled or worked for.
she leans, and it’s by sheer grace that he isn’t standing to his full height and elena can rest her forehead against his. her gaze drops to the bridge of his nose, follows its slope as she closes her eyes, his breath against the cupid’s bow of her lip. her brow furrows against his as she draws her lower lip between her teeth, hands moving to the sides of his face. her fingers card through the hair still matted down from sleep before she closes the space between them.
‘ be careful, okay? ’ it’s barely a whisper, slipped between her teeth and left to curl against his lip. ‘ or at least try? i’ll––––––i’ll see you. ’
Grip
“holding grudges isn’t good for you” yeah well neither is people hurting me and getting away w/ it so here we are
all these starters are taken from the 2017 album ‘dont smile at me’. feel free to change the pronouns as needed!
kamoefleer of vrek
“No hi, no how was your day, instead you just shoot at me. Again. Sheesh man, you have really gotta get your trigger finger under control because I mean, I’m just trying to be a friendly person and get to know you but you’re making it waaaaay harder than it’s gotta be, man. “ @boughtloyalty
There goes bullet number three. Aimed directly at this... Thing's chest, pistol wavering in frustration, brows furrowed. Wisps of smoke, seemingly no blood, and that shit eating grin. Knot is ready to empty a magazine directly into the stranger before he can say another word. "Shut y'r goddamn mouth, arsehole. The fuck are you?"
