#ᴀ. answered.

[cxncrie-a]

@hellshoard asked: The doe wasn't new to Heaven. She knew the ins and out of it. She knew who everyone was. So when she ran into Adam, of all angels, she's quick on her feet to back away. Pink fluffy wings fluttered for a moment, tucking against her for tightly, "Quite sorry, good fellow! Seems that my head was up in the clouds today."

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting.

" Fuck bitch what the fuck. "

   It unfortunately caught him off guard to the point his grip on his cup loosened enough for him to drop it. Well, so much for finishing that drink, and now he's going to have to go get another one. Feathers fluffing up briefly in anger, he mumbles something under his breath before turning to look at Allurina. 

" No shit bitch, you just made me drop my drink. " Classy. " Fuck's your problem anyway, tits? You always got your head up in the clouds that you can't pay attention to where the fuck you're going or some shit? "

[blitzbuckz]

𖤐 Wormy Thingie

[burning-fcols]

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[ashenwinds]

     sailor @xdeerxhealerx sent a message in a bottle. . .

“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” {{ Any muse }}

           ↪ Terrible First Meeting Starters

     That is the only way usual greetings happen outside of those who are their equal or their captain. Everyone else is greeted with aggression and fire. Aside from the fact the Warden is usually one that is prickly upon meeting and continues to be aggressive to everyone outside their crew.

     Chi chuckles, igniting the fire within the crystals as bits of embers slip from beneath the surface -- heating the air around, “ I can easily change that form being an almost kill. Would you rather that? Show you the hospitality of an Ashen Lord! ”

[xx--ofmanythoughts--xx]

I do think you're an elitist when it comes to Aemond. You seem to think of him in one way, and everyone else is wrong. I think you want to gate-keep him, and it's annoying how you always have opinions about him and no one else. Constantly saying you'll write him how he is in the book.

You act like that character can't have any layers other than crazy.

Oh yes, I was hoping I'd get one of these.

Aemond does have layers but his layers are not onion layers. Aemond was bullied and berated as a child...which turned him into a bully, himself; in a sense. He was not shown love by his mother or anyone else for that matter because even his own brother was one of the bullies towards him. Aemond was sent to a place that was dark and something that grew into what he is now. I LOVE the book Aemond because that darkness is what makes him this complex character later on until he believes his own arrogance and that youth is on his side. It is what makes him chaotic. And I hope the show does him the same way

I have written him where he is in love with someone but he does not do pet names or anything like that because that is not him and because he has his own issues. May not be mommy issues but he has a need for that one person or thing to give him the validation no one else did...and that was Vhagar.

Now, I do write with other people who write Aemond with his layers and I enjoy that but for me, I love the dark Aemond. I will write him as the book has him, with my own headcanons based on whatg I know medically about the injury of the cut and the missing eye.

Gate-keeping him? That is funny. I do not gate-keep him and I do have opinions about the others...Daemon, Aegon, Nyra and all Targaryens; I have opinions and I have posted things about them. But the book to me is canon and I do use my own headcanons for MANY of the characters because the writers of the show; I do not agree with.

..and besides no one has written with me in a year or so as Aemond because I began writing him back when Fire and Blood first was released...so I can change if a plot is a good one...

[wildskissed]

Softer Prompts - @miidnighters mused: "come back to bed." (from Bella !)

The words made Eve smile, a laugh rumbling out of her at the prospect. "It's not that I don't want to, my darling, I promise," she told her, tugging her hair up a bit. "It's that if I do, we'll NEVER leave the bed today."

Not that there was anything wrong with that of course, but she knew they couldn't hide away from the world forever. She needed food at the very least, and as much as she wanted to keep Bella all to herself today, she couldn't imagine that was all Bella wanted to do. Then again, they both seemed to have the SAME insatiable appetite for each other so maybe she did.

"Unless that is your plan..."

[canon-fcdder]

A whisper like voice is calling out to Dipper out of nowhere. "Pinetree~" As if trying to get his attention. Luring him at best. "Pinetree~" It goes on like this a few more times until it realizes they're being ignored. "Oh, come on! Don't be like that, Pinetree! Where's your sense of adventure? The thrill of the hunt?" ( dhehkedjfle; -throws Bill over- ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 In hindsight, Dipper should have taken someone with him when investigating the strange occurrences regarding the woodlands surrounding the Mystery Shack. Of course, he would have to tell the others ABOUT it all first... It had started out with little things. Dismissible as mere effects from living in a place abundant with nature. An itching sensation on his skin whenever he passed by a certain area. Dipper mistaking it for bug-bites until he saw no bumps. Bug-spray also did nothing to ease the onslaught. A cold chill crawling down his spine, not caused by spectors. Dipper had checked for ghostly activity. Then there was the wind...

It blew in the direction of those beckoning trees. It tugged at his jacket. Stole his hat— Dipper frantically snatching it on the cusp of where open grass turned into dense woods. Unnatural shadows seemed to stretch from the eerie foliage, reaching out for him as he warily backed up a few steps. When mentioned to Mabel, she had laughed and called him a goof. Stating there were no shadows. Not on such a cloudy day, the sun barely peeking out. Dipper dropped the subject soon after, something holding his tongue as he tried to make sense of it. Nothing good could come from keeping secrets from his family. Nothing good EVER did... but—

Things had been going well. Unnaturally-so. Could Dipper really be blamed if he wanted to keep the easy-going illusion alive for a bit longer before he barged in with suspicions of doom-and-gloom? Especially when those suspicions equated to nothing more than irritated skin and chilly wind. Now here he is, foolishly wandering through the woods with NIGHT having suddenly fallen— either that or the sun refuses to touch this area —and nothing looking familiar. Futilely trying to map it out— surroundings seeming to change as he does —he groans and crumples up his half-finished map before throwing the ball onto the ground... and then hurrying over to pick it up and shove the litter in his pocket instead.

He stiffens as THAT voice calls out to him... again.

When Dipper first heard it, he had stalled in his tracks with a choked sound. Breath catching, heart pounding, and gaze darting around ominous surroundings. Every tree seeming to mock, causing Dipper to hastily turn at each creak and rustle of their boughs. Needless to stay, steps had quickened even if he still had NO CLUE where to. Shoving aside overgrowth and easing down unstable dips in the terrain, now trying to get away from something rather than towards home. But the voice hadn't ceased... Growing more insistent the longer Dipper stubbornly tried to ignore it, Dipper soon panting to catch his breath as he began to RACE through the woods.

To no avail.

Gasping for breath, Dipper finally comes to a stop right next to a bush he swears he crashed through TWICE already. As if he was led in circles despite running straight. Leaning against a tree, splinters aggravating his palm. Brows furrow, Dipper raising his lowered head to glare into a darkness that looks the same as every other time he has. ❝ Leave. Me. Alone... ❞ Growled through labored breath, he stands up straight. Fists clenched at his sides, he fights against their trembling. Against the weakness building in his knees. Against ANYTHING that could be conceived as fear from a gaze he's not even certain can see him right now.

❝ Leave me alone. Leave my family alone. Leave this town alone. Leave the WORLD alone! ❞ With each demand, voice grows louder until Dipper is shouting into the unsettling silence of the woods. ❝ We beat you. We BEAT you before and we'll do it again if you so much as dare show your stupid triangular face! How's THAT for ❛ the thrill of the hunt ❜ , Top Hat? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[nebula-drcams]

@friendscfmine asked: [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt. (christophe for nimue bc kill yourself. kill yourself is why)

𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍​ || Accepting

   It's .. strange. Strange that anyone would take the time to care for her when she's grown up so used to caring for herself in this little town. Perhaps she shouldn't have answered the door today, perhaps she should've stayed in bed, perhaps she shouldn't have shown signs of being ill. Yet here he is, aware of her fever because she had poorly cared for herself and it's finally backfired on her since she pushed herself a little too hard. 

   Despite her insisting that she'll be fine, he remained, something she doesn't really understand, but remains there in silence for quite some time while he's there. Normally, she would keep it to herself, any questions or reasons as to wonder why someone would stick around, but against better judgment, she speaks, although she does not turn her head to look at him as she does so.

" I don't understand why you feel the need to stay. Surely you have other more important things to do? "

   By no means is it her telling him to go away, no harshness behind it, just .. confusion. Granted, even she knows that if he were to actually leave, she would just be up and about until she collapsed somewhere for a few days, which is the one reason she hasn't tried to really run him off after he seemed determined to stay. 

" Either way, I suppose I should apologize. "

   She's not really sure for what though just yet.

[cxncrie-a]

@hazbinwisteria asked: “   Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. ” - Emily to Adam or Charlie 

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF || Accepting

   Should he be worried? Staring at Emily, there's a raised eyebrow before he shrugs. Nah. Probably not. Emily's type of tomfoolery is probably going around and being super nice to everyone instead of actually causing trouble. Stretching out his wings for a moment, they soon tuck back under his arms as he takes a sip of his drink.

" Yeah? And whatcha gonna do Ems? Shower someone in confetti or glitter? 'Cause I don't see you causin' much trouble without turning around and probably feeling bad for it. "

[blitzbuckz]

Like Father,

Like Daughter

[burning-fcols]

"You have been jumping through quite an extensive set of hoops to avoid me, łīⱦⱦłē đᵾȼҟ, and I wish to know why." Cornering Lucifer in his own room in a wisp of shadow, Alastor's smile was as big and sharp as ever, but pulled just a bit too tight as he loomed over the smaller demon. Something wasn't right, things had been fine, even after they- Things had been fine, until all of a sudden Lucifer seemingly vanished from the halls of the hotel, Alastor unable to shake the feeling that somehow he had been the cause. How was he meant to get Lucifer's attention play with the little king's temper if there was no king to poke? //🦆🥚🦌 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This shouldn’t be possible… Granted, Lucifer doesn’t know EVERYTHING there is to know about these things. The workings of his own anatomy is an enigma to say the least, both him and Lilith flabbergasted at Charlie’s conception. But it still feels like this shouldn’t be occurring. Like he’s somehow committed a heinous sin against Alastor despite the deer being very involved in the act as well. If anything, Lucifer would argue it’s mainly Alastor’s fault for confronting him in the first place! Honestly, he may go so far as to say it’s solely Alastor’s— Okay, fine. That’s not true.

It’s still mostly Alastor’s fault though.

Pacing with his head down and mind swimming, the sharp click of hooves echo in the spacious room. Forging his usual attire in favor of pajamas— rubber-duck-patterned pants and a loose-fitting shirt with an image of one asleep —messy hair and frantic mutterings don’t help with his frazzled demeanor. This is insane… It’s utterly nonsensical! How could it even— Why would it—

Alastor hates him. No he doesn’t. Alastor hates him. If he did, then why is spawn preparing to enter the world? … Alastor is going to hate him, once he learns of this. Alright, that makes sense. Hands subconsciously resting over his stomach, Lucifer barely feels any different. Yet he KNOWS what is brewing. At first, he’d been confused but not suspicious. Husk offering him food— insisting he take it —had been strange, but nothing to obsess over. That nagging urge to find Alastor, the near-anxiety of not being in close-proximity to the deer… it was annoying, but Lucifer could still brush it off as an unfortunate effect of the— … shift in their relationship.

Lucifer always has been a bit on the clingy side ( ironically, it’s one of the strongest reasons he can have an unfortunate habit of distancing himself ) … and Alastor has been confusing as of late. It’s no wonder that after being— cared for by him, he wouldn't know how to act around the deer. That was the assumption until he found himself hurling into the toilet, a sudden and strong bout of morning sickness making him fall to his knees... and he NEVER gets sick. The only other time he ailed like this was when— Hence, the madman pacing as he tries to fight back the tightness in his chest.

Two days. He has TWO days... Technically one before he starts ❛ showing ❜ , and then the egg will be here. There will be no hiding it then. Especially not since nesting instincts will glue him to it, tasked with keeping it safe for WEEKS ( twenty-eight days, to be exact ) until it's ready to hatch. Practically bedridden, needing to warm and diligently turn the precious creature, lest things go... badly. And he REFUSES to let any harm befall his newest child... His and Alastor's chi—

❝ Oh fuck. ❞ He mutters, skidding to a halt as the subject of his panicked pondering materializes in front of him. As if summoned by being the SOURCE of Lucifer's problems, the deer now towers over him, sending a shiver up the ❛ little duck's ❜ spine thanks to that stupidly-enjoyable nickname. The same one that set this whole dance into motion. ❝ You— You want to know why? Oh. Okay. That's... That's um, that's— doable. Yep. I can definitely do that. ❞

Mouth rambling without his agreement, Lucifer internally reprimands himself for spending so much time fretting over how Alastor may react to the news, yet not figuring out how he was going to TELL him. Short of shoving an egg in his face and saying ❛ Guess what? ❜ . Barking out a nervous laugh, crimson hues flit around the room as he briefly considers teleporting out of there. But whatever few moments that would allow him still wouldn't be nearly enough to compose a plan... It still takes him a second to shake off the temptation.

❝ I, uh... Well. You see— I... have a— ... We have— ❞ Coughing into a closed fist, Lucifer then looks up at Alastor, takes a deep breath and ever-so-delicately... BLURTS out, ❝ I'm pregnant. ❞

❝ And it's yours. Just in case that wasn't clear. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[mcltiples]

Send ❤🎶 for a mini playlist for our muses~ || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; ❤🎶 [[ for Rick & Vero? ]]

Bad Girl - Avril Lavigne

Choke me 'cause I said so / Stroke me and feed my ego / I've been a bad girl, don't you know? / Come get it, now or never / I'll let you do whatever / I'll be your bad girl, here we go

Hold It Against Me - Britney Spears

If I said my heart was beating loud / If we could escape the crowd somehow / If I said I want your body now / Would you hold it against me? / 'Cause you feel like paradise / And I need a vacation tonight

Casual Sex - My Darkest Days

She's so cool with it, she's down with it / There's nothing wrong with it, don't want it any other way / It's just your typical, hardcore, casual sex / We're single, but we're lovers, crazy for each other / Just your typical, hardcore, casual sex / We're wild under the covers, crazy for each other

Lust For Life - Lana Del Rey

Then we dance on the H / Of the Hollywood sign / 'Til we run out of breath / Gotta dance 'til we die / My boyfriend's back / And he's cooler than ever / There's no more night / Blue skies forever

[ashenwinds]

     sailor @deathsbecome sent a message in a bottle. . .

“So, what were you whispering about?” (supers verse chi. yes she was eavesdropping/spying. yes she is now being a little shit about it)

           ↪ Suspicious Sentence Starters

     Chi gives a low grunt, pulling the glove back over their hand, “ And why should anything about it be spoke to you? ” They turn to glance over to Addy, eyes settling back to their deep brown from the amber that had been overtaking them seconds before. It has gotten to be something expected, having the other pop up occasionally. Starting to feel like a stray cat that comes around for food.      The conversation that had been between Chi and the other three was something that needed to be discussed, but just between the four of them. A plan to deal with s a few annoying people snooping around with the intention of discovering what sort of gifts the five of them had. More annoying than those vigilantes or heroes snooping about, “ If I recall. . . ” They shift to a small smirk, glancing to their uncovered hand as the crystals shimmer a bit, “ You didn't want to be part of Flameheart's group. If that's still the case -- ” they look back to Addy, “ -- then what was whispered isn't your concern. ”

[strtravels]

@yes7erdays SAID: ❝ can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. ❞

“Are we not NORMAL? – No, hang on! Forget that! – Why SHOULD we be normal? Normal is boring. Normal just means we have to adjust to some BORING norms someone once has set. Where’s the fun in that?”

[xx--ofmanythoughts--xx]

I heard a rumour that they're gonna make that only Targaryens can ride dragons Targaryen propaganda.

I have heard this same thing, which if you know the lore or the book(s); you know ANYONE with Valyrian blood in their veins; no matter the strength, supposedly can ride dragons. It goes back to how the Valyrians kept the bloodline "pure" back before the Doom...

But what people do not remember is this....House Targaryen was NOT the House in Old Valyria as it is in Dragonstone and Westeros. There were many Dragonlords in Old Valyria, for example:

House Targaryen

House Velaryon

House Celtigar

House Balaerys

House Qoherys

House where Aurion is from.

And House Balaerys is one of the top ones (and I write Jaenara, the one that rode on her dragon for three years.) but House Targaryen was not the power house that we know them as now.

But I digress...

The fact that they want this propaganda or as I would call it total crap writing for upcoming episodes; doesn't surprise me. Ryan and Sara have no clue; George doesn't care because he is getting his money. I am trying to keep the book and the show separate but it is becoming harder and harder with the horrid fanfic writing we have going on.

[rubycaped]

maximummuses asked: 🩹 // Send  🩹  to  patch  my  muse  up  after  a  fight

" you really shouldn't be here, kiddo. " as much as she needed first aid, she didn't like the idea of subjecting such a young kid to the repercussions of vigilante work. she should be at home, doing homework, worrying about silly teenage nonsense - not bandaging up one of the grown-ups running around dressed as a bat.

"... thank you, though. even if you should be in bed at this hour. "