#{ darkslautr }

[f1ameheir]

✧ – @darkslautr get's a starter

❛   okay , okay   . . .   ❜      the information flooding her brain from the red head across from the terrasen queen is enough to give aelin a migraine.      the asteri but also known as the daglan , invading worlds to harvest their magic , gates opening   —   the latter of the information being the most pressing.      but aelin does not let on , keeps her appearance stark and emotionless whereas internally a fire she hadn’t felt in a long while began to spark.       

❛   so you ,   ❜      she motioned towards the woman called bryce.      ❛   are like a human key to get to different worlds.      and she has silver flames and a trove of ancient objects they want.   ❜      aelin keeps her gaze held the longest on the woman of whom held cold fire before turning to the last visitor.      ❛   so . . . what does that make you ?      the bodyguard ?   ❜

[wickedpeachie]

@darkslautr

She sees him before he catches a glimpse of her, and she isn't entirely sure he knows its her when she's already flinging herself into his chest. The bag hanging off her arm slips into the crook of her elbow, but Elain is pulling back just enough to look up at him. "Hi" She mumbles breathlessly, her cheeks tinted pink that is clearly not from her blush. She might of been pacing, or running, or flustered; and maybe a bit of all three. It's their first time face to face since the whole text message issue, and honestly? She's a little nervous. She wants to apologize in person, but blurting it out right now felt...well like it wasn't the right time. She knew she had feelings for Azriel, but she hadn't realized how deep until her stomach dropped at the idea of them breaking it off. It had frozen her, the sudden thought of not seeing him again; or hearing his laugh. It'd been so long since she'd last been in a relationship...she hadn't realized that's what she wanted until it had almost slipped from her fingers. "The stuff for Dusk came in" She heaved the bag up, but her gaze is searching his. "I'm not really sure how to build it...so that might be a task for you." He had mentioned dinner, but considering they'd both gotten off work...she wasn't entirely sure if he'd wanted to go through with it. "Are you still okay with dinner tonight? I can cook?" Not well, but she could manage to pull something together.

[bryxxis]

“I refuse to go back in that dark, dreadful place for you and your high lords comfort!” Rage. It was one of the many emotions the beast was far too familiar with. “He sends you and your shadows here in a poor attempt at intimidation? I welcome darkness, shadow singer and you’re dripping with it,” she hissed. “It’s going to take more than some dagger and darkness to lure me back to that hell hole.” She finished her wine, looking around the dark pub. “If you wish to cause a scene i am in search of my next meal. That drunken idiot over there could be enjoyed right here.” Hand slammed against the table as she rose from her seat.

@darkslautr

[ircnwrought]

Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome! // @darkslautr

i'm not worthy aslkdjasla i'm' smiling stupidly rn thank you this means a lot

[oakthcrn-a]

Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

AW thank you!!!

[behrdara]

"tell me a happy memory."

voice is a soft hum, fingers keep on weaving the bracelet with utmost care. she wonders if he notices her dragging out the task she's focusing on. gwyneth can weave a bracelet in a few seconds, her lithe fingers are perfect for the delicate yet quick motions of braiding them. her grandmother was quite proficient at weaving water plants, or so the story goes.

"just one. i don't really enjoy doing this in silence," she wants him to speak, to open up. she's gotten used to chatting loudly with emerie and nesta while braiding bracelets. the silence bothers her, leaves her with too many thoughts, "i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." @darkslautr

[lunarfey-moved]

Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

HANNAH ILYSM

[soiltouched]

💐

Send 💐 to bring my muse flowers.

Potting, planting, pruning. It's been an ongoing daily business for Elain, now that all of her carefully cultivated blooms have started to emerge. She works the soil with her bare hands especially since the gift of gardening gloves being imposed upon her because it quite literally grounds her, reminds her that there is still solid earth underneath her feet, that she is still present in her body and still very much alive. Reminders of the ground not being completely swept away from underneath her have been a pattern since their father lost their wealth and status, but the need to reaffirm she's alive? A result of her dip into the Cauldron.

Some days, she wonders if she's ever really left the Cauldron, if she's not a phantom haunting the premises, her body yet to be uncovered. But the grains of sand rolling over the softness of her skin, the smell of the flowers and the moisture of the soil seeping into the pads of her fingers until they wrinkle like prunes, they all serve as a reminder that she is, in fact, here and corporeal.

And so is Azriel. The moment she stands up, basket full of bulbs and a few small pots of seedlings hanging from her arm, she pivots---straight into the hardness of the Shadowsinger's body. She gasps, taken aback both by his presence -which she should have heard or Seen coming, but did not- as well as her proximity to him. It takes her a moment to notice the flowers in his hand, but when she does, her expression softens, as though he's melted something in her. The conscious effort, the assortment that fits her preferences, there's nothing she appreciates more. Well, perhaps the male himself, but that's another story altogether.

She quietly accepts the bouquet, her fingers brushing past his a little longer than she'd intended, and she ducks her head as a blush creeps to her cheeks.

"Thank you."

A moment of silence, but a question remains up in the air, and she takes a deep breath before voicing it, almost breathlessly, whilst dragging her gaze back up to his, inquisitive eyes studying his features for a reaction.

"Have you...been observing me? These complement the flowers in my garden perfectly."

[ofanswereddreams]

It’s been so long since he’s seen his brothers - or anyone in his family - that Rhysand is half-worried that neither of them will speak to him. He knows their love for him, their brotherhood, isn't that weak or shallow, but he also knows that he's probably pushed it to its breaking point now.

Still, as he races down Highway 35 on his Harley, Rhys can't help but smile. This feeling of freedom, with the wind whipping past his face, blowing his raven curls all over the place. The thrill of flying down the blacktop, hugging every curve of the road. It's been almost three years since he's been on his bike, and he isn't sure how he went so long without it. Just add this to the long list of "never again" lessons that he's recently learned.

He pulls off the highway into the parking lot of a weathered wooden building, with the name Windhaven marked in neon letters over the doorway. It's just before lunch on a Sunday, so the place is quite crowded. He didn't exactly check with Azriel or Cassian about their whereabouts before he left the city. He's merely assuming they'll be here with the rest of the Illyrians, because it was their habit three years ago when he actually acted like their brother. Although he's not a member of the biker gang, Rhys does enjoy riding with them sometimes, when he's not away for business on the weekends or otherwise occupied.

After parking his bike and tossing the keys into the inner pocket of his black leather jacket, Rhys strides through the front door of the bar and looks around for @ofbloodshcd and @darkslautr. To his relief, he spies them across the room, near the dart boards. His heart begins to pound in his chest. What can he even say to them after all this time? He has a few seconds to think about it as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ambles across the room. By the time he's standing behind them both, he hasn't thought of anything clever to say, so the words just tumble out of him. "Long time no see," he drawls, trying to maintain some of his carefully cultivated nonchalance. "I ah... broke up with Amarantha. Thought I should come tell you guys in person."

[f1ameheir]

use this generator to create headcanons for your muse. ten results you agree with!

1 - It would not take much for Aelin to turn evil. 2 - Aelin desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. 3 - Aelin gets into Twitter discourse. 4 - Aelin set a public school on fire and got away with it. 5 - Aelin almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once. 6 - Aelin does not know what sleep is. 7 - Aelin reads ao3. 8 - Aelin cries while watching disney movies. 9 - Aelin has chronic nightmares. 10 - Aelin had an emo phase. – Honorary Mention - Aelin has a pet bird.

tagged by : @darkslautr tagging : @moondevoured / @darkdevour / @ircnwrought / @feylived / and anyone else who hasn't yet !

[salvatoraes]

really late on answering these but thank you lovelies, i love you all & all your blogs <3 @prosperae , @proph5t , @darkslautr , @wickedslip <3

[crownednight]

how is your soul perceived?

the kindred spirit

your soul is like a mirror for others to find their own beauty. you see the best in people and you strive to bring it out in them. you draw all sorts of people to yourself and you make them feel seen. but who sees you? you try so hard to take care of everyone else, watering everyone else's garden until there's nothing left for your own flowers. when will you fight for your own heart as strongly as you try to nurture others?

tagged by: @siphonedshadow my love

tagging: @worthyheir , @darkslautr , @unbeleveable , you !

[odinsun]

hannah (darkslautr/evenf4ll/prince1ing).  i’m just putting this here because i don’t want to keep bringing to my daash, so if you want proof of this person voting for trump, here it is.  i’m just going to make my statements here and pick apart their lame exuses rather than post about it again.

“started to educate myself” almost a decade after he ran as a loud & proud yt supremacist is nonsense and quit frankly far too late.

“you don’t need to spread it around like i’m some demonic asshole when you don’t even know what i do in real life.” i don’t care what you do irl.  you’re a fascist.  you voted for a fascist.  that’s all i need to know about you.

they say they made a grave error that has made people terrified for their lives yet go on to say they don’t understand why people hate them.  it literally cannot be both.  you either get it or you don’t.

“just know that my heart never had ill intentions” lol you voted peoples rights away.  anyone with a uterus is watching in real time as we lose bodily autonomy.  if ice thinks you even “look” like an immigrant they’ll detain you.  immigrants are being held hostage in hotels as we speak.  and it’s not only hispanic “looking” people going through the threat of unjust deportation.  the administration has been attacking trans people for no reason for years.  now, theyre implementing things that denies their existence.  you knowingly voted for that.  you had ill intentions.

“i fully understand that by my vote—-” “i cannot understand the sheer hate that has come for me—-” like i said, which one is it?  you’re a racist… what is there to not understand?  using excuses like you were lied to (you weren’t) or you didn’t have bad intentions is not cutting it.  anyone who’s not a republican/maga knows exactly why they voted the way they did.  hatred.  in very few cases are they genuienly severely uneducated, because most people have access to the internet now.  it gets to a point where being ignorant and hateful is an active choice.  people hate you because you’re a bigot and voted for the dehumanization (or worse) of the rest of us.  it’s not that hard.

and this is the post i made regarding this person where i also debunked the excuses if you want to see it.  if you want to talk about it, dm me.  i don’t want to keep answering asks about this.

[soiltouched]

I’ve tried to hide it, but my heart betrays me every time you’re near—I’m completely, hopelessly in love with you."

"I---"

Words escape her, as does her breath, for the time being. She simply stands there, captivated in the moment, as though the world around her revolves, but she's come to a complete stand-still. Her eyes glaze over and she can feel herself drift away from her body for the briefest moment, until she wills herself back into the present. The fingers on the hand that once bore an iron engagement ring clench and unclench, as though she's just remembered something, and she looks at him with wary eyes.

She's a dreamer. Has always been. But she's traveled a long, harsh road since her time of childhood dreams, and if she's learned anything by now, it's that nothing hurts quite as much as having your those very dreams crushed before you. And that's exactly what she feels will happen to her heart, which, in spite of all the harshness surrounding her has managed to remain gentle, kind...if he's toying with her.

But then...to what end? Two things click together in her mind at that moment; for one, she cannot possibly think of any reason why he would do such a thing to her, and secondly, and perhaps most prominently...somewhere deep down inside, a glowing ember that she has been ignoring in protection of her daydreamer's heart, roars ablaze with a fire that has, perhaps, been there from the very beginning. And she knows, then, that the feelings are reciprocated.

She takes a step forward, but feels so unsteady on her feet with his revelation that she instinctively reaches out for him, hands finding solace against the wall that is his chest. She knows. She knows. And it's all she really needs to close the distance between them, fingers curling into his leathers so she can push herself up on the tips of her toes in order to draw him in for a kiss. She kisses him for as long as her legs will possibly keep her in that position, only tearing her lips away from his when her muscles begin to protest and she's out of breath from the intensity of it all, upon which she takes one of his hands in both of hers, tracing gentle lines along the scars that cover them, eyes not yet meeting his for fear of feeling to deeply, as she always has.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that..."

[ofanswereddreams]

This is genuinely such a fun test! Tagging these lovelies to take it themselves.

@wickedpeachie @bloomingvision @darkslautr @ofbloodshcd and @moondevoured

[bloodofthefates]

@siphonedshadow \\ @darkslautr