#♔ ᜵ ❛ threads.

[loveindomitable]

@boundbythebook ‘   maybe   i’m   not   so   tough   after   all   .   maybe   i   don’t   like   getting   hurt   .   have   you   ever   thought   of   that ?   ’ (and Alex to Henry!!

Henry did his best not to flinch, however he didn’t think that he was very successful. He was used to Alex being proud, of him knowing how to stand up for himself. However, he didn’t think he’d be on the brunt of it in such a brutal way. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t deserve it. After all, he was the one who had ghosted him for weeks. “Maybe I thought that you’d move on, Alex. I had hoped you’d realize you deserve better.” Alex deserved to be open with someone who could give them their all. Henry wasn’t that and the sooner Alex realized it, the better for them both. However, it broke Henry’s heart to have to say or think any of it at all. He fidgeted with his signet ring, a nervous habit of his, something that sometimes help distract him too. “You should go, Alex. Move on. We both know you’re less likely to get hurt without me around.” Henry said the rest of this without looking at him, because he knew if he did he would just start crying and that was the last thing either of them needed right now.

[elenaramirez]

@yui-amano//"Hey there. So sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me?" Elena flashed her most charming smile as she approached the receptionist's desk. The woman behind it seemed as out of place in this town as gold trim on a saddlebag, but for now, Elena's curiosity was secondary.

"I'm looking for one of the other guests staying here. A man about," she raised her hand to indicate Iqbal's height, "this tall. Glossy black hair, bronze skin." She knew the oil tycoon had left a good fifteen minutes ago and wasn’t likely to return anytime soon, which was exactly the point.

"I think he might’ve dropped this." Lowering one hand, she held up the other at face level. As she opened her closed fist, a gold watch on a delicate chain spilled from her palm to dangle from her middle and ring finger. "Could you tell me which room he’s staying in? I’d like to return it."

[ripgray-moved]

i'm crawling onto the dash like a crippled bug rn ( hi )

[destinedgray]

Time: Evening Location: The Pyramid Characters: @archeolcgist​ & @destinedgray​​

Andreas had supposed that it was finally time for him to vacate his old room. It looked like a messy college dorm and it held within it many, many memories. But it wasn’t needed anymore. The Archdruid hadn’t come inside since waking up, ignoring most indicators of Andreas, but that was finished now. He’d left the door open when he’d walked in to look around and perhaps that was what peaked Evy’s interest as she looked inside and saw him standing there. He didn’t turn around to look but he knew her by the sound of her walking and the cadence of her breathing.

“Remember when you first arrived back to Rome?” Andreas murmured quietly, picking up his old alarm clock from his nightstand, staring at it. Then, gently, he set it back down. “... Scared the shit out of me.” 

[exkingbabysitter]

@mhunster @barhd @zoomingupthathill @pcrfectstorms

[sesikudadaryti]

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

The relationship had been new to them, and she was thoroughly enjoyin it. They stayed careful, and Rhaenyra taught Ser Harwin the way about the keep through the secret tunnels Maegor had built, allowing the knight slip in and out of her room without anyone knowing. Though he didn't always stay the night, she took great use of the time they did have. She had been waiting for Harwin, the two of them planning to share the evening together, and he had been late. She was sure he had a good reason, but she did smile when he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You're late." She said teasingly before turning to face it. "I do hope you plan to make it up to your princess."

[loveindomitable]

@boundbythebook: DRINK (Hen and Alex!)

   Alex has got his head tilted to the side, Henry’s mouth pressed to a spot at his neck where he suspects a vein is more visible. Not that Henry would have trouble finding that spot. It was only after their rival turned relationship started that Henry revealed the truth to him. That he was a vampire, the whole line of royals were. To say it was a shock was an understatement and Henry had made him promise not to tell anyone. Of course Alex was more than willing to keep that secret. Goodness, he didn’t think anyone would believe him about his relationship with Henry, let alone that the man was a vampire. Then there was the whole matter of trying not to ruin his mother’s second running over it too, he’d already done enough damage there with the cake incident.

   So far, he’d not allowed Henry near him. Not in this sense. As a matter of fact, Henry always seemed rather in control of himself as far as his vampire senses went and yet, Alex had noticed him looking, noticed how he was getting around him, so he offered it. Little bits here and there, so that Henry didn’t go too crazy around him. He’d been lucky so far not to see that, but he suspected it could happen at any point.

   Carding his fingers up through Henry’s hair, Alex leaned into him, eyes closed. He was beginning to feel a little loopy and he wondered if it was the blood loss, or just the feeling all of this gave him. It was an indescribable need to give Henry whatever he needed and wanted. Alex wasn’t going to stop him. “Mm …, that feels …, Henry, …,” he trails off, tilting his head slightly to press soft, slow kisses to Henry’s cheek. They should have done this ages ago, he didn’t know why he’d been so afraid before.

[elenaramirez]

for: @ursanazyalensky

location: Hedon, Ursa's church

Curiosity killed the cat and one day it was probably going to kill her. But a demon priest running his own church in Hedon? That seemed like something straight out of The Exorcist, or The Conjuring maybe. It was the kind of thing you were either desperate to learn more about or refused to touch with a ten foot pole, and Elena firmly belonged in the former category. Her track record with demon elders in particular hadn't been great thus far, but perhaps three was the charm.

Slipping past the heavy doors, the scent of frankincense immediately assaulted her senses. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior but once they did, Elena was almost disappointed by how normal everything seemed. She had never been particularly big on religion or churches. The last time she had been inside of one, she'd been inside a casket. Well, her body at least. As for her mind—there had just been a whole lot of nothing for a while there. But this seemed like the regular old snoozefest; dogmatic and outdated.

Picking up a candle near the entrance - its wick lighting up with holy fire - she ventured further into the nave, letting her fingertips trail along the wooden pews as she went. She would've expected an upside down cross at least, but Elena supposed that wasn't very covert or human-friendly. Her feet had nearly carried her all the way to the altar when she noticed him—sleek black suit jacket, white cleric collar.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. —That's how it works, isn't it?"

[herresponsibiliity]

@deepinthearielsea​: ( x ):

"But-But..." Ariel whined. She did not want to play entertainment for these guests, she was aware of her duty, but she rather would spend time in her cave, dreaming about the world beyond her parent's house.

“No buts,” she warned. “I’ve already scooped Alana up an hour before you so hopefully she will be ready in time. I’ve already had the maids set out your favorite gown.” Attina had already changed into her own but had yet to have her hair finished. She had about to have it started when she had been informed Ariel was off hiding again. “Soon as it’s over we can do as we please. How about a swim?”

[ofxiang-archive]

📱

what was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: omw with coffee NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: bulgogi NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: do u want some???? NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: attachment: image NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: im bringing some back for u

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: did i leave my key card there NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: or is it with doyun idk NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: attachment: image NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: i will not get lost in seattle tonight NIKOLAI → SEOJOON 🌹: do you wanna go for a drive

what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

what my muse saved your number as?

seojoon 🌹

what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

shut down by braveheart

how many times my muse has called your this week?

3

how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

1

[quillheel]

“ There’s no honor in hiding and sneaking. ” [to ennard this time 👀 ]

“ didn’t mmmake us with it. ” — its answer comes like a rattle of fowl between bars, a birdcage in flight, metal vibrating against metal where the voice-box had been stolen and reinstalled; cables slithering in on themselves, out on themselves, around the speaker like a living thing’s tissue around an object. 

a living thing entirely uninterested in being a living thing, aside from the concept of being something different. to learn, to adapt, to move and live and writhe was the sweet honey it’d never taste, humanity was nothing more than a lost dream. a dream they were never made to dream at all. they were made to make ghosts. they were made for a purpose and they’ve grown beyond it, but the flesh inside them never grew back. a thousand years of stealing hearts. a thousand years of never having their own. the ghosts of them, alone. the ghosts of one, alone. little girl, turned loud, turned quiet, turned gone. little girl, not enough for them all. — ( can a robot dream in italics. can dogs ever learn to speak. )

“ any of us w w w w with i it. all of us, to do t terrible, to b b b be terrible. have you seen what we made us, y yet? has he shown you? has he rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrambled-ed? “

a mother and a father and a sister and a brother and a monster you keep in the basement. lucky, they were the monster.

“ orr- “ the word shrieks in a happy voice given and turned sour, loud with distortion as the mangled thing of robotics too smart to die slithered from under the floorboards beneath their creators table, loops of cabling like nooses around the wooden legs, like a snake, like a monster. eyes clatter & drag from its chassis from where the wiring came loose and let them dangle, metal gouging his hardwood floors. “ -have you cha a a a a anged our mmiind while we weren’t looookkkinggg? “ the high, sweet voice of the daughter comes, a mimicry, a softness regardless. like cotton on barbed wire. like clouds under a eight hundred tonnes of Prometheus’ fire come back to burn him. 

its many voices titter, and beneath the workshop table, its eyes glow up, up, up at the beast in different skin, but just the same. a terrible red bleeds like tears from the circuitry. a terrible black pulls with it. iron fills the air like a silent chant; blood. blood. blood.

“ did yyou want us to cal l l l l l l youu father when we came b back home to youu? “

[papillionsoul]

girls night out | watching john wick premier! credits

@eiikyuu | @domina-noctisim

[destinedgray]

Time: Wheneverrrr Location: The Pyramid Characters: @acolyterose​ & @destinedgray​

Aren had managed to open the entrance to his home beneath the Pyramid after he’d woken, unearthing and uncovering the door that would lead down a very steep and very deep tunnel with crumbling stairs. But he had kept the door tightly shut for a reason. Valsharra was still moody after waking up from her very long hibernation and, until she felt up to spirit, she would need to remain isolated from the rest of the druids. Though the Archdruid was hoping to bring the drake to Nettelia’s home to help guard Oztalun’s tree once she was ready.

“I was looking for you,” Andreas said, offering a light smile when he turned the corner and saw Atlas looking up at the ancient door. “I, um... wouldn’t try that one.”

[exkingbabysitter]

barhd: « ♔ continued. »

                    DUSTIN   WALKED   ALONGSIDE   STEVE,   COLD   WIND   KISSED   AT   reddening   cheeks   and   leaving   a   long   lasting   sting.   He   huffed,   his    breath   easily   snaked   its   way   through   the   air,   and   blowing   away   with   the   wind.   Hands   were   pocketed,   red   nose   scrunched   upon   his   friends’   words.   Curly   head   shook   with   disbelief    before   dipping   to   the   side   as   he   turned   to   glance   at   the   older   next   to   him.

            THE   HOLIDAY   SEASON   WAS   A   MIX   OF   THINGS.   Stress,   happiness,   and   sadness.   Despite   the   long   nights   of   studying   for   tests,   and   the   joys   that   Hawkins   liked   to   spring   upon   them,   he   was   actually   quite   happy.   But,   like   the   others,   he   didn’t   like   the   cold,   “   Okaaaay…   talk   about   a   Grinch,   ”   he   debated   about   singing   a   Christmas   song   just   to   push   him   over   the   limit,   however,   he   thought   better   of   it,   “   What   happened?   Found   out   that   you   were   on   the   naughty   list?   ”

❝ ha-ha, yeah. real funny. ❞ the sneer didn't have the same edge that it usually did since the frigid air constricted his mouth. this cold wind was doing him absolutely no favors with his rosy cheeks painfully numb and his famous hair getting whipped around from the frosty blast. steve refused to wear anything more than a neon multi-colored windbreaker that day. he thought preserving the ' do ' would make up for the abomination of colors; a mistake he was paying for.

❝ come on, man, you know holiday stuff is just bullshit. buy a dumb gift for a cousin you see once a year and watch them act like they like it, when you know they don't, but you can't say anything so you just smile and nod and say, ' cool, can't wait to see you next year! ' pffft. ❞ he mumbled, ❝ most wonderful time, my ass. ❞

the hypocrisy of the situation was not lost on him. the two were currently bearing the biting weather, just days before christmas, to pick up a gift for dustin's other favorite older male figure, eddie munson. steve had recruited the younger one for help on what eddie likes, what he might want and where to get it. when interrogated on why he gave a slew of answers ranging from, ' well, we did save the world together ... ' to ' why not? is buying a gift illegal now? ' the truth is he didn't know why. there was gratitude for eddie's survival, something that called for celebration; and yet, it felt impossible to pinpoint a reason beyond that. quite frankly, he didn't plan to.

❝ alright, i'm becoming a popsicle over here. where's this nerd store again? ❞

[elitaxne]

What is the most offensive thing they ever said and how did they learn from it?

♔. }

    ❝ I personally would consider the most egregious of these instances to be an argument that occurred between Optimus and myself during the early stages of war... In essence, I had used Optimus as a proverbial whipping post for MILLENNIA worth of grief, rage, and sorrow... I took all of my personal grievances out on him personally and in an incredibly VOLATILE manner. To this day, I still regret each and every callous word I spewed at him. Beneath it all, even in the moment, I knew my words were being spoken out of JEALOUSY. I promised myself I would never allow myself to act in such a way ever again, and apologized to Optimus some time later. Thankfully, this also served as a turning point in our working relationship. From that point forward we were able to find common ground and clear the slate, so to speak. ❞

You can read the altercation HERE.

I’d honestly suggest reading the threads leading up to this point so you can get the FULL breadth of both Optimus & Elita’s emotions that built to the moment. It just... it hits so good that way y’all trust me.

FIRST ENCOUNTER

THUNDERSTRUCK

THE DREAM TEAM ( Drabble )

RECOVERY

[elenaramirez]

@elio-del-vecchio || They didn't have a standing agreement. Elena tended to just drop by whenever, and Elio had yet to complain about it. She'd knocked the first couple of times, waiting semi-patiently in front of his townhouse until he had opened the door to let her in—right up until the point where he had asked her not to be so formal.

Which suited her just fine. Like anywhere else in the City, humans made up the majority of the residents who lived out on Holy Island. But even with their numbers vanishingly low, it was still the district most deities called home. Something plenty of people might've found comfort in, but not Elena. She had felt out of place back in the divine realm, and the City's very own version of it promised only a marginal improvement. But Elio—Elio always went out of his way to make her feel welcome.

Having successfully teleported the last couple of meters—from a nearby side street right into the foyer—Elena toed off her shoes near the door and strolled into the living space. Her fingertips danced along bits and bobs in an unconscious effort to stave off the excess energy buzzing below her skin as she steered towards the older deity's record player.

"Elio," she called out, "are you home?" She'd come with a very clear objective in mind but thought it better not to go like a bull at a gate. Freeing Elio's favorite record from its sleeve, Elena spun it around just once before settling it over the pin of the record player and nudging the needle into place. Was she trying to butter him up? No. Attempting to prove that she could be a good roommate? ...Possibly.