#; loyalbones

[youthlove-ezine]

We have to remember to choose our friends wisely. It so happen that I came across a statement that stated "The moment you stop talking to some of your friends your enemies will no longer get updates". This for me is very strong and it speaks to what is happening in many lives now. Are we really being truthful to each other? Are we really caring or just being hypocritical to get to where we want? Are we just using each other as stepping stones? If we are doing these things people will get hurt and the repercussions can be great especially if they are placed in a position to render 'evil for evil'. I believe in transparency and it's good to let people know where you stand. Let your friend be your friend. You don't use friends! You cherish them and the relationships they have with you. 'Teeth and 👅 tongue will meet' and that means you will have quarrels but great friends and real friends will get through it...BE REAL AND PUSH FAKE ASIDE.

[deathmcth-archived]

@loyalbones​​ asked: + [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine // wormie permie bc he’s a lazy ass angel

nonverbal actions // accepting

              What was he, a couch? People sure did like to treat him as their own personal resting spot these days, and Ayalon purses his lips the moment he see’s the gentle rise and fall of Wormwood’s chest. Signs that he had quickly fallen unconscious in his relaxed state. The Deity, once a harbinger of death and ruin, had never imagined that other’s would grow to feel at ease around him. Stupid, is what Ayalon thinks, they’ve grown much too arrogant. Even a fool knew to keep their distance, so what did that make Wormwood?

          Ayalon shifts slowly underneath Wormwoods weight, careful not to wake him. His own body leans against the cushion supporting them both, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. He supposes he could allow this, at least just once. Someone relaxed enough to fall asleep around him, much less against him, was a foreign feeling. One Ayalon was unsure if he liked or not. He’s never gotten to think much about softer affection, such gentleness and signs of trust were not often given to Ayalon. He’s never had the chance to decide on his conflicting feelings, and even when his arms come up to wrap around Wormwood’s chest, keeping him close as Ayalon settles in a laxing posture, apart of him still doesn’t want to decide. Can’t teach old dogs new tricks, a moment of stillness isn’t enough to combat a God’s true nature. At least, not Ayalon’s.

[strywoven-moved]

@loyalbones​ asked : 👫 // for all the ships we have!!!

PROMPTED.

Iarla + Kaen :

Iarla is one of the few people Kaen has felt SAFE with ; I mean , genuinely , safe.  The type of safe where you know nothing bad can come after you , where you know the other person won’t think any worse of you no matter how bad things get.  Kaen has been able to show Iarla the absolute WORST of themself ( the real low-lows ) , but the fae still sticks by them.  That sort of trust – that sort of love – is irreplaceable.

I don’t think anyone said ‘I love you’ first.  I think they both blurted it out and said it at once so it came out as a mash-up of babbling and fumbled apologies alongside the whole ‘no- no- you can go first- wait , oh shit , do you mean it ?’  You know.  Like real idiots.  I wager there was lots of crying involved , too.

The heart-flower Iarla gave them has a place of reverence ( as reverent as it can get at least ) settled in the kitchen window ; the place they pass by everyday without fail and can see all the time when they cook or clean or try to get crunch-time studying done at the table.  Kaen didn’t have to , but they transmuted an ornate vase to put it in ; a delicate glass-like creation of sprawling rainbow splinters and fractals that contrasts with the bright hue of the bloom ( something to represent the both of them together ) .

Iarla , noticing Kaen always tends to linger with his scarf , has given them one of their own!  It’s very similar , if not for a different color palette in the threads.  However , he made sure it smells just like him for peak comfort-value.  They wear it ALL THE TIME , even in the middle of June.

Cassidy + Kaen :

Cassidy is more than aware the faun sings for a living ( knows well of their ambitions for true stardom ) .  But it was purely Kaen’s idea to give him private songs. . . To give him private DANCES .

Sometimes when Kaen is lonely back in their apartment , they’ll call Cassidy.  Just to hear him.  Even if it’s just sleepy little mumbles on his part , it’s still enough to help them relax again.

Likewise , over time as Cass realized he was more attached to the faun than he bargained for , Kaen became a little dose of sun and wilderness ; it reminded him of a simpler , better place , maybe.  If he gets stressed , and they’re around , he’ll ask them to come to him and keep nearby.  No feeding necessary , it’s just for company ( or to sit on his lap while he works for the sake of being near ) .

Cassidy has a VERY FAINT burn mark towards the right side of his chest , a rather dull imprint in the shape of a searing hand dragging slightly downwards over chilled skin.  A reminder of times when things got a little too HOT for comfort.  Kaen , every time they see it , continues to apologize for it even though they’ve already been forgiven.

Dahlia + Kaen :

Has Kaen slept with Dahlia ?  You’d be hard-pressed to figure it out , neither of them seem inclined to confess to it.  Shared glances , absconding away to other unoccupied rooms , SEVERAL LOUD NOISES— No , I don’t think it happened.  I think Dahlia was just hungry ( and they often seem hungry when the faun comes around ) .

Kaen doesn’t need the venom to feel pleasure from Dahlia’s bites , the pain naturally gives them a sense of it.  They’ve learned that the vampire l i k e s hearing them moan and hum when a feeding happens , and they’re more than happy to oblige , uncaring who happens to overhear.  The venom , however , does indeed make it WORSE ( you know what this means ) .

Kaen wanted to bite Dahlia back to “assert dominance”. . . It didn’t go as planned considering Dahlia very much retaliated ( that didn’t stop Kaen from doing it several consecutive times ) .

Kaen REALLY enjoys playing up the “hunting” game with Dahlia , most especially when they seem eager to feed.  They made the mistake o n c e of keeping too loose a hold on the faun and now they consider it their go-ahead to do this all the time.  Although typically outmatched , Kaen is invested ( as well as Dahlia ) , always tending to be riled up by the time they’re found , boldly playing the ‘please , don’t hurt me!’ card when Dahlia SMELLS the opposite of fear on their skin.

Mu + Kaen :

It took some patience and a little encouragement , but Kaen eventually came around to Mu and their guardianship ( after all , where else were they gonna go ? ) .  I reckon they opened up more at first to his familiar which no doubt made him smile as he observed quietly from afar.

Once Kaen was comfortable enough with Mu , they accompanied him EVERYWHERE , even asking if they could do more for him ( not that it seemed he needed much help , but they wanted to repay his kindness somehow ) .  When he said they didn’t have to do anything of the sort , they STILL went ahead and ransacked the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning , making him breakfast.  That , then , became their routine.  Early wake-up.  Homemade breakfast from your doting ward.

Kaen has definitely climbed into Mu’s bed whenever they had a bad night.  Which has increasingly become less frequent the longer they stay with him , so that’s PROGRESS !

Kaen has also referred to Mu as their father and I’m not going to stand here and let you tell me he’s tried to correct them after learning what an awful dad Cernunnos turned out to be.

[worldly-diversity]

loyalbones / @loyalbones​ :

 “no.”  dahlia rolls their eyes, before turning back to look at the shelves around them.  iarla sent them for... something, they weren’t paying attention.  just knew they had to pick something up from whatever magic bullshit shop the fae was interested in this week.    “i am here to get parcel for iarla.  said it was ready.”  clawed fingers skate over the edges of shelves, and ice blue gaze flicks to the keeper behind the counter.  there’s something in his scent that makes their nose tingle...

Ah, the rather energetic fae that had been a bit of a whirlwind compared to his own usual levels of energy which were comparable to ‘don't talk to me unless I've had coffee’ but without the coffee. Mitchell never knew how to handle the energetic ones and by the time he managed to adjust to them, they were usually already out the door.

It was why the exchange had stuck with him, never mind the contents of the order had been unusual, at least for his business. There were crystal caves nearby yes, but you had to know how to get into them and how to harvest the crystals without causing any damage or angering whatever lay in the depths of the cave. He'd never been foolish enough to go look, but he knew it was there, could sense the creature or protective deity or whatever it was, lurking and watching his every move in case he did something disrespectful and needed to become monster food. It's not like he could defend himself properly if that happened, having no innate magic of his own.

He'd never considered it, but the only reason he can get in there is because as a natural channel, he is often letting the magic of the environment flow through him, becoming part of it in a way, and thus not being considered a threat.

But anyway, the crystals.

“Right, that one. Most of what I could get was Amethyst, I don't like venturing too deep lest I can't get back out, but I got a couple other ones too.” Iarla hadn't said it mattered which type so long as the quality was good, and he'd been paid in advance which had gone a long way towards him being willing to put in the time and effort.

He turned back briefly to check the shelf behind him, where he'd stored the box, protected by a talisman he now carefully dismantled. Well really, the best way to dismantle one of his personal talismans without setting them off was to use his blood to disrupt the runes. He easily slices through the top layers of skin on the pad of his thumb and rubs it across the paper, sucking on the digit briefly to close the cut again before putting the deactivated talisman in a lock box to burn later. Better not leave your blood lying around and all that.

That done he picks up the box and sets it on the counter. It's not too big, maybe a bit longer than a foot, but still fairly heavy due to the crystals.

“Alright, here you go.”

[valhyr]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. || @loyalbones​ ( ft. wormwood ! )

          Again the divine relic has absconded away to his home ; no word , no warning , simply appearing there as though there was where she BELONGED .  And what should he find when he arrives but the gleaming empyrean dozing in h i s bed , tussled amid h i s sheets and pillows , surrounded by scent ; surrounded by his presence ( how she’s missed him , yes that much was obvious , she cannot rightly deny her favor when it is present ).  When silver gaze peers open to find the manmade angel standing in the doorway , Verona is quick to rise - an unceremonious , if not comically uncoordinated flurry of gilt plumes and steadying limbs as she b o u n d s from the bed and f l i n g s herself into him , lips peppering kisses ‘cross his handsome features.  

          “Woody !”  Telepathy sings , resounding a chorus of pleased hums which weave through his name.  “Did you intend to leave me for good ? How c r u e l !  You would surely have broken my heart.”  Picking up RIGHT AS THEY WERE ; playful and cheeky as ever , if not a bit prodding for his time away.  But even that can be forgiven , yes ?  He was here n o w , that was what mattered.

[hellwasboringgg]

🤝

[venenorum-archive]

🔞🔞

❝  N.SFW HEADCANONS.

         they like giving oral, yes. and sometimes so much so that they’ll go ahead and get themself off at the same time, too. their partner really has to beat them too it if they don’t want that. io doesn’t mind either way, it’s the act of giving and knowing that they were the one making their partner feel good that matters.

         on the rare occasions that they are submissive, they’re an absolute brat about it. they like talking back, flirting, dirty talking, testing boundaries, just to see if they can weasel their way back into being the dominant one again. it’s more than fine with them if they do, but they also really, really just want someone to put them in their place about it.

[loyal-luxuries]

Sometimes you need change not for you but for your loved one's

[myooziik]

how come everytime he tried something cool looking & failed , there was always audience ? why ?? he hated it here. in another universe , he hadn’t gotten his foot stuck in wiring fence after a failed ghost hunt & faceplanted straight onto the concrete after trying to jump off in a sunglass wearing badass movie style attitude.

& in that same universe , there definitely wasn’t blood running down his nose. “ .... you saw nothing. ”

// @loyalbones​

[ivakir]

What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry?

suddenly can’t find the meme?

(also asked by @cadcnce )

  Trying to hug her, kissing her, telling her to pull herself together, etc. - all this can end up with Ivakir being more angry. The best way is to let her steam out.

[deathmcth-archived]

@loyalbones​​ asked: snowballing, sounding, lingerie // for the kink meme

kink rating // Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

            He’s staring... “Would it be a satisfactory answer if I just said.. Yes.”

snowballing

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

sounding

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

lingerie

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[strywoven-moved]

@loyalbones​ asked : [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair // kaen & cassidy

PROMPTED.

          The fickle face of kindness is not so easily distinguishable from the flock , not after years spent enduring and endangering themself.  Yet there is something in the potential magic of those chilled fingers grazing through wildfire mane that renders the Faun wholly at the man’s m e r c y .  Despite having known him for a monstrous sort , Kaen does not resist the pull of him , leaning into his touch , pressing their face into his chest.  It gives his motions a momentary pause— To which the Faun provides a grumble of protest and quick enough does Cassidy resume the process of lulling them into a t r a n c e .  It is. . . A STRANGE THING , isn’t it ?  He holds them bound by contract , but they remain attached to him despite the signature ( some part of them senses the same from him , but is unwilling to press the topic ) .  How nice it was , then , to have passing moments like these where they are treated as something more than fodder ; where it shows that he sees more in them than a blood supply.

          “It feels good . . .” Muffled , as they speak against him , face nuzzling into him as if he is the only a b s o l u t e in their life ( and he very well may be ).  “Sometimes , Ah wanna wanna stay ‘ere fore’er so Ah can ‘ave more time wit’ ye.”  They really shouldn’t say such things in front of a man who could make that POSSIBLE , but then again they never considered the consequences of their words anyways , did they ?

[a-prekliatyvlk]

CAT and MOUSE.

The game she played with him for week’s on end. It had never gone over two week’s. Mostly because she could have never kept herself away from him for so long. The bickering turned endearing some how. 

The way his eye’s seemed to flash towards her when she showed. 

The SOFT (for him) text messages made her smile at her phone. 

A simple touch of his hand against her skin would send her reeling for hours on end. 

It WORRIED her. 

How was someone so fucking, HONORABLE, LOYAL, (handsome was not a word she was going to look too close at either) FASCINATING, like him going to ever like someone as remotely worth his time like herself. She was an ALPHA sure. 

But he was a KING. 

That was something entirely different. 

She could barely keep herself cleaning. Keep herself from doing thing’s she knew wouldn’t be RESPECTABLE for someone who was his EQUAL. 

But she had fucked up this time. She had stayed away for three week’s, almost a month. Enough time for her to see, she couldn’t spend whatever this life she had, without him. 

Not that she was going to admit it out right to him, not unless she needed too. He should know, right?

That’s what lead her here, to this spot. The little pub that he had taken her too all those, year’s? Months? It felt like such a long time. 

Finger’s moving through gold tresses, smoothing them down from the train ride here. She should have gotten a place to stay washed up first. Maybe tried to look presentable. 

The faded holy jean’s and stretched out tank top with her leather jacket just didn’t seem her enough. Hair messy from not being kept up with for a couple day’s thrown around from the wind she was sure he wouldn’t recognize her. Not to mention the black eye that hadn’t healed over right, the busted lip that she probably still had some dried blood on. A rib or two was broken slowly healing, she wasn’t going to take off her jacket either to have him found out all the other nasty little marks she had on her body from her time away. 

Not like he’d notice right?

Yeah he wouldn’t. That’s why she went inside, sat in the farthest darkest corner she could find to wait. Her phone was dead so even if she wanted to call him, she couldn’t. Damn thing was useless right now. Not that it mattered, she was sure the moment she found him she could call Iarla who could call Artem and they could figure out a way to get her back. 

But all that matters now is she would wait for him, for however long she needed too. 

@loyalbones wanted a spicy starter. 

[matteblackstars]

[text] so i read your latest chapter and i am iN AWE! omfg i love it?! i don't even LIKE the pairing but you did such a good job i didn't even care that it's not shit i usually ship. // from tabi fanboying over fanfic ye ye

[text - Tabilicious] : thank yooooouuuuuuuu 🫀 some random paid me a few hundred to write it and I couldn’t say no even tho it is the worst pairing.💸💸💸💸 [text - Tabilicious] : the guy even tried to pay me more for some extra kinks/fetishes and I eventually had to tell him no bc like... [text - Tabilicious] : they wanted inflation AND feet AND oviposition AND cum play AND furries AND vom play? 🤢 those are just the ones I remember- [text - Tabilicious] : I’m good at writing, but I’m not a fucking wizard! 🙄🙄🙄 I can’t besmirch my good name just so some guy can try and make some 50 Shades knock off. 

[text - Tabilicious] : also I’m so sorry you had to see that. These thoughts live rent free in my head and I hate them. 

[valhyr]

@loyalbones​ asked : "think of me fondly." // wormwood

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

          Absconding away – unannounced – to Wormwood’s roost has become a routine habit by this point.  Even on his troublesome stints away , the she-titan oft’ found herself returning not to her own abode , but instead to h i s , making herself at home until he was able to return.  If nothing else , it was FAMILIAR ; it was a COMFORT .  This place was not nearly as cold and lonely as her penthouse back in the city ( which the manmade angel also had access to , should he need it or her ) .  But what made his place one she l o v e d , however , was Wormwood himself.  Hours are wasted away in pleasured , hapless , oblivious BLISS ; the world could have stopped turning or fallen into chaos , and neither of them would have cared.  If there were only each other , what did anything else matter ?  

          Another night spent with the forged divinity , Verona lays there at his side , letting his fingers card through gilt mane and roam tenderly over the break of gossamer plumage.  She’s drifting , lulled off by energy spent prior , dozing to the sound of some music playing nearby.  Points of ears perk at the sound of his voice , so distant in lieu of hazed half-consciousness.  A lighthearted tap of his hand to her backside and she g r u m b l e s in response , squeezing her eyes shut at first ‘fore letting them open and peer up at him with a halfhearted GLARE .  Did he have to choose n o w to have a conversation ?  Irritation easily transmutes into something more forgiving , watching the cheeky grin spread his features ( what an infectious smile– how hard it was to even try being angry with this fool— ) .  Body shifts slightly , making sure she can see him properly.

          “You say that as though I don’t already,” Verona returns , blonde brows quirking a bit.  A clawed hand reaches out , grazing harmlessly / lovingly along the fine cut of his face.  Painted lips cannot resist the temptation of a smile , the fond and fonder still light which overtakes her features.  “Rest assured you are almost a l w a y s there in my thoughts.  Right here.”  A light prod of a claw to his temple , “As much as here.”  A following tap of that same claw atop his chest , above his heart.  Puffing smoke into the air , Verona sinks further into the pillows and blankets with a contended hum.  “Now , I know you didn’t stop me from falling asleep simply to make me talk sweet on you , right ?  That would just be RUDE , even for you.”  The chastising is more of a playful remark , it’s obvious enough she doesn’t at all mind indulging him.

[oldevour]

Kinks your character would participate in? // for io

          light bondage, edging. I’ll add choking, but tbh io’s only into it if they’re receiving, not so much giving. overstimulation in the ‘giving’ realm, too. they don’t really... have that many they’re willing to participate it? not to say that they won’t try some things at least once just to see. but all of these need the pre-requisite of io having trust in a partner, anyway. oh, any partner that’s really into biting/marking is an A+++ in their book, too. they like a little pain now and then. 

          I’ll tiptoe out of realism and also just throw magic into there because that has so much potential and they love its use. they’re always eager to use it on someone or have it used on them. // @loyalbones , nsfw character traits