#; ❁ Blessing || main verse

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♔ — memes / accepting!

@radiaking said: ❛ what are you looking at? ❜

        He's not really wrong to ask; she has been staring at him across the fire for the better part of a minute. Perhaps waiting for him to notice. Perhaps not. Either way, her mind is in another place. Namely, the place they camped almost two weeks back, with the broken down wall he shoved her up against. The place where they did what they just...haven't talked about since, for whatever reason.

        “I'm thinking we should have sex again,” she states, in matter-of-fact. Head cants to the side, eyes scanning his face for some reaction in the flickering firelight. “What do you think?”

[sansloii]

this came up so i'm putting it here (because alnst chokehold):

i gave so much thought to evan's vc, he has not one but two ( that admittedly, i repurposed from another oc but sssssshhh if you know which one, no you don't )

i have this as his primary vc mainly because... i like noristry and you can pry him from my dead hands. his cadence fits evan a lot, especially when he gets to the more throaty parts of the song. evan's manner is that... he's practiced but still rough. and that roughness is what makes him appealing.

and then for the range that i know evan has, there is this one. evan sings with his entire chest and he's capable of dipping to the lower registers and growling. but if he did that all the time, it would hurt his throat... so he doesn't do it too much. if he has to, though, he 100% will

[endawn]

thinking again about his dragonskin ability but in the da verse. what if it developed after he consumed dragon’s blood. what if it was an ceremonial initiation of sorts when he was ushered into the blades and, later, named the champion of cyrodiil & grand marshal of the imperial legions?

[hymns-across-the-stars]

Artificer. I don't give a shit how sorry you feel for yourself. This will never bring back the countless innocents you slaughtered or restore the civilization you destroyed. I pray that the rest of your cycles are full of misery and that you will never find a semblance of peace.

Her wounded leg scrapes roughly against the floor as she limps toward the prone form of the Scavenger King. Blood drips freely from countless cuts and scrapes. But no matter how much it burns, how much smoke she coughs up, how long it takes, victory is hers. He can't even pick himself back up; all he can do is glare at her as she slowly approaches. That could never be enough dissuade her. Not even hearing her title gives her pause.

But she barks a laugh. Scavengers? Innocent?

Killed only the ones responsible, first. Was that so wrong?

They were almost like kin to her once, after all. Cycles upon cycles of trade and hibernation and hunts alongside each other does not break so easy. But she was angry—she is still angry—and a price had to be paid when she woke up the next cycle without her children.

Then, when more rushed to the aid of pup-killers... came to kill me... was defense wrong?

She stumbles, but the snarl never falters from her face as she steps up to where he lay.

Saw all were complicit.

The king tries to move away from her. She steps on his chest to keep him from moving.

Was too much? Too far? Her lip curls with contempt. What about killing little ones for just being curious? If a pearl and my pups' lives equal to you, theirs is worth all yours to me.

She leans in, muzzle brushing against the King's ear as she hisses.

So pray for my suffering. Pray harder. But may your kin never again know of full bellies and peaceful slumber, either.

The Artificer's ear flicks as she pulls back and finally drives the spear into the Scavenger King's chest.

[themeekwillinherit]

@skidrowflorist continued from here

Seymour wasn’t even sure how the subject of his birthday had come up. The shop was always so quiet, much to everyone’s dismay, since they never seemed to get many customers. So more often than not, he and Audrey spent their shifts talking about everything and nothing. And despite the fact that they weren’t making any money, he enjoyed the lull between the few stragglers that wandered in. He especially enjoyed when something he said could make her smile or laugh, which was always the highlight of his day.

The self-deprecating comment he had made about his birthday had decidedly fallen flat, however. In fact, she seemed horrified, which hadn't at all been his intention.

He hadn’t thought much of it—birthdays were just like any other day when you didn’t have a family or anyone else to celebrate it with. They hadn’t made much of it in the orphanage, and that hadn’t changed when he had gone to work for Mushnik either. No one had cared, himself included…until now. He froze, looking up from his sweeping as Audrey lay a hand on his arm, blinking in surprise and trying to ignore the way his heart had skipped a beat when she did. A smile slowly spread across his lips as he met her eyes, seeing that her concern was genuine. “Aw, thanks Audrey. But really, it’s fine, I mean…it’s never really bothered me, not celebrating it, at least not lately. If it’s just like any other day, I don’t have to think about how I’m getting older, you know?” Getting older and going nowhere, it felt like.

[petitsdieu]

cont. 𝒇𝒕. @platiinums

The sticky residuum of an egremont russet sugars the soft flesh of her fingers — the pillow of her bottommost lip — and the inside of her bitten-cheek. She's nervous. She's aroused. She has a fucking fear kink, doesn't she? Her endorphins sing.

She knows how to tame Nature — but does she want to tame him? Unlikely. The woods and him are good as good.

Where he drinks her, her skin flares in warning and promise. She thinks his cuspids will sink into collarbone. But he merely samples. It's tortuous as it's disappointing. Her breath is alive in her chest and it meets his mouth more than he gives.

She takes him in. He's ruffled and ragged. Wild, wild bruin eyes. Hers are as pale as dew morning grass.

❛ I think, I'm not the one who's tempted. ❜

[sentofight]

"Ah! You almost got it!" a gasp and despair flowing through their voice when the colorful plushie falls down again, so engaged in the game they might as well have been playing it themself. "You can do it, Yeong...!" (hello guess who unlocked the crane game

"Come on ...Come on," her focus is on the plushie she wants. Tongue sticking out like a kid, focused on their drawing. "No ... nonononono! NOOOOOOOOO~!!!" hands slam against the transparent window then slide down in despair. Yeong drops on the ground, sniffling.

"Aaah.... *hic* nooo. Why have you forsaken me, plushieeeeeee~!!!!" insert a dramatic moment. Arching down to repeatedly slam at the ground. "I really wanted to get this for you ..." her initial shock of losing was soon replaced with unparallel determination, Yeong snapped back and jumped back on her feet.

"ALRIGHT! I'm not a quitter! Granny didn't raise a quitter! Let me at it again!" inserting more coins to resume her hunt for the colorful plushie. Hunter instincts kick in and viola, after a couple of times the plushie is hers!

"TAAADAAA~!!!! Ha ha! You're not escaping Linkon's best hunter, hehe~" she raises the plushie up high like the scene from a certain movie. "Now," she leans and present her trophy for her new friend. "I bestow this upon you, Akira." a grin cross her lips. "Thanks for cheering me."

[seaseren]

I named Liam's Azem Leto on a whim but. She really is a mentor figure to Artemis and Apollo isn't she.

[wcrden]

@grislyintentions asked: "Um." Freminet takes a deep shaky breath. Fists clenched around the bottom of his diving coat for extra strength. "Can I still visit the Production Zone occasionally every now and then, Duke?"

in  and  of  itself,  nothing  necessarily  spoke  against  his  request.  the  duke,  however,  remained  a  little  apprehensive,  knowing  his  affiliation  with  the  fatui.  then  again,  he  didn't  suppose  they  would  find  much  use  in  the  occasional  visit  to  the  production  zone—  though  he  would  prefer  some  of  his  guards  to  keep  an  eye  out  on  the  young  diver  during  such  visits,  which  would  be  something  of  a  hassle.  he  offered  the  youth  a  smile,  and  folded  his  arms  before  his  chest.  ❛  mister  freminet,  what  an  unexpected  pleasure,  ❜  he  greeted,  then  hummed.  ❛  may  i  ask  what  reason  you  would  like  to  visit  for  ?  ❜

[despairforme]

He's the guy who'll order one of every flavor at the ice cream shop.

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@causalitylinked​​ said: Honestly, even with Koji gone, it truly shouldn't be any of his concern whether or not a man that wasn't Kobato happened to be harassing Hana... but upon not being able to ignore how this menace clearly couldn't take 'no' for an answer, Ryuto would soon saunter forward with a dazzling smile normally not found on his impassive features.

 "Ah, there you are, nee-san!" Sure enough, he then proceeds to gently tug Hana by the arm. "You have my apologies for arriving at our meeting spot much earlier than usual! I was just so excited you had agreed to tutor me, I couldn't help myself from rushing over to see you as soon as possible," Ryuto then beams, and from how fondly he seemingly regards her, one would think she was an older sister he happened to adore rather than a woman he truly detested.

Regardless, it doesn't take long for the man to soon grow visibly uncomfortable upon being confronted with such a pure, angelic looking boy who appeared to be blissfully unaware of the fact he had accosted Hana mere moments earlier... and upon giving her one last subtle look that said, 'You better play along', he'll soon turn his attention towards him. "Oh, hello, sir! Are you friends with my sister by any chance?" Ryuto then questions, causing the nervous looking man to immediately shake his head.

"N-No... I only, uh... asked her for directions. Isn't that right, Hana-chan?" he then glances back towards Hana, as if pleading for her to somehow agree.

     dealing with creeps was nothing new to her. especially after starting modelling, when she soon realized that some of them could be found behind the cameras, or working as managers. there was a reason why koji was assigned to looking after her upon her return to japan, but hana being hana didn’t like to make things easy for the guy, or anyone around her, really. she didn’t like feeling as if she depended on him or her father as a whole—wanting to prove herself through her own merits. in her attempts of doing so, however, she was bound to make mistakes. one of them being venturing into shinjuku by herself, unsupervised. despite tasting her independence while staying for a little while being in the states, hana was still very much sheltered from the life within her home country.

     it wasn’t naivety as much as ignorance & some stupidity from her part when she found for ways to get rid of koji & roam the streets on her own. her appearance drew quite some stares, but despite being described as ‘ cute ‘, her tongue was sharp & her attitude wasn’t the best either. one bad look at someone, & she could be in danger, but alas, hana acted as if she didn’t care—mostly because she didn’t know any better.

     the moment that she was approached by the stranger who claimed to be a fan of hers, she shot the man a look of disgust. a rather childish reaction, perhaps—resorting to calling him names when he persisted on being ‘ helped ‘ , despite hana already stating that she had no clue what he was talking about. her annoyance soon turned into fear when he seriously dared to grab onto her wrist to stop her from leaving, which she pulled away immediately. her shoulders were tense, & all she wanted was to flee, but her feet were glued to the ground. it almost didn’t register when a familiar voice called her name. too taken aback by the stranger to notice ryuto approaching until she was pulled to the side. all she could do was blink repeatedly in her confusion, before finally snapping out of her trance. who could’ve thought that his presence would bring her some relief? hana stammered in her sentences, unsure at first.

    “ah... it’s fine...i wasn’t waiting for long.” she managed to force a smile upon her lips. although, it remained strained. her eyes darting towards the stranger once ryuto decided to acknowledge him. “sorry but i cannot help you.” a hand was waved off dismissively. her other hand, reaching out for ryuto’s to hold & squeeze it hard, letting him know that she was anything but relieved. “gotta go. can’t keep him waiting, you know?” faux laughter came from her lips, which was more-so out of nervousness than anything else. she’d end up tugging at ryuto, using him as her shield. it should tell him just how distressed she was, if she was willing to play along & be nice to him.

[bowtiedassassin]

@flxshy asked:

"Look I'm not apologizing, but know there is a time and a place for your lovey dovey bullshit. Cute couple though."

he's just going to give fizzarolli the biggest glare he could muster up right now.

"it was our anniversary, what better time for lovey dovey bullshit than on our anniversary."

[deerdeardarling]

Ooooooooo thinking about Pokemon pokemon Au

Ooooooooooo thinking about the postwick bros- and how Hop's dream of getting above his brother in rank comes true but it's at the expense of him being the regions legendary favourite Oooooooooooooooo

[galaxofmuses]

“This is so terrifying.” // snagged from one of my own memes from Mario to Bowser :D !!

"Ya think?!" Billowing out smoke from his mouth with pride. His lips turning into a toothy grin as he poses dramatically in front of the plumber.

"Hah! Once I have all the seven stars! Nothing is gonna stop me and not even you!"

Points at them and the tip of his claw barely touches the soft button nose.

[summonedglory]

@potentialgood — starter call — Aziraphale & Senna

"If you're here for them, you're here for me." This is not a threat, nor even necessarily a warning—Though it could be. There is something odd, almost otherworldly, about the stranger. Though Senna can tell he was not sent by The Mist, her time in the lantern irrevocably and irreparably changed the way she perceived and related with death. And life. Whatever—Whoever—this was, he seemed tied to it as well. Though if he was neither from the Mist nor a Sentinel, she felt she had reasons to be wary. The souls she had vowed to help did not need more unwanted negative disturbance.

[needlenxggin]

@ananthologyofsouls asked: Eve hands him a cup of hot chocolate and a box of doughnuts with a blanket. She may not always show she cares, but she does even to those she barely knows. (( She'll be like this is thanks for the waterbottle ))

Vash is quick to glance up when the other approaches and takes the offered items with a slight tilt of his head. He remembered her from that abandoned lab... was this her way of paying him back or something? "Oh, hey, thanks..." A small smile is forced onto his lips as he pulls the blanket over his shoulders quickly.