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[ripgray-moved]

hi guys i slept like poopy but i'm so ready to write ( peter has me at am-point this is a cry for help ) so um hi

[destinedgray]

@archeolcgist

“q: how does he love you? a: with every atom of his existence q: how does he look at you? a: like his soul is screaming at him to be selfish q: how do you love him? a: with hope q: how do you look at him? a: with despair”

— You didn’t tell by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

[chkm8fianchetto]

♔ CM8 , 22, he/him ♚ My posts are queued for the morning most of the time. ♔ I cannot promise that this blog will be completely SFW, so take that as a warning. ♚ Inbox is open if you desire to bicker.

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SOURCE: saradika-graphics

[dragynfirearc]

@dragondrcams , continued .

in truth, he had not even realized what he was doing before their skin touched. it was like an automatic response to feeling her leave his side. thumb runs along the design of her veins, memorizing the pattern. " i do not care what he wants. " words are spoken with empty malice. he knows he cannot do anything against aegon, not truly, for they were blood, but that did not stop his imagination from conjuring up images of what he would do if he could. strangling him for having touched her would be a start. " you do not want to go.. " he says and knows it is pointless to speak of. what she wants has never been taken into consideration, has it? he hums, looking down at where their hands meet before releasing her. " i will be here when you return. "

[jerksredeem]

—  HANDS SHOOK AS nervous fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. He’s looking at the road, but his mind is somewhere else. With @takenamiss in the passenger seat, of course he’s nervous - Steve’s had a crush on her since they slept together a few weeks ago. It had been a drunken decision, but one that Steve did not take lightly; he’d been with many girls in his high school years, but never as intimately as he’d been with Sarah. It was an event that had stirred up feelings he hadn’t felt in a while, feelings that he hadn’t felt since things ended with Nancy. 

With “Twist of Fate” playing on the car’s speakers, Steve pulls over to the side of the country road. There’s no one around for a few miles, nice and quiet. A great place to overthink things. He turns his head to face the girl, hands trembling on the steering wheel. He runs a hand through his luscious locks and lets out a heavy exhale. 

“Sarah,” he starts, stopping just as quickly. Is he really about to do this? “You know that secret I have, the one that I told you I couldn’t tell? Well...” His voice trails off. Another deep breath. And one more for good measure. He notices her eyes - they’re sparkling with the setting sun. Hard for him not to get lost in them. 

Fuck it. “I like you. More than a friend, I mean.”

[deathrazed-aa]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 / 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  :  please  specify  the  muse  or  muses.   if  YOU  are  a  multi  please  specify  your  muse   &   the  pairing  ( if  applicable ).  if  you’re  feelin’  frisky,  reply  ROULETTE  for  a   randomized  generator  to  pick  which  muse  of  mine  you’ll  get !!

[jeoseungsaja]

Just, y’know, some more nonsense from me---

[destinedgray]

@archeolcgist

dancing with our hands tied | t.s.

[chieflassie]

@cptncarter​   ⇾   sc.

“i’ve heard some pretty ABSURD things in my life,”   he’s dealt with a psychic,  for crying out loud,  and that’s more than enough,  isn’t it?   “but this?   this might just take the cake,”

[vampyrasa]

                      a  spookytime  starter  for   @ofdevilry​​​   :   in the crypt ;   ​

it was here the villain dwelled;  a fantastical castle that one might very well expect to see in the pages of a storybook.  high, crenelated towers with both domed and pointed roofs. immense fortifications that rose up into the stars, creating a sharp and jagged outline above each of the arched windows.  

❛❛     life is very well a prison,     ❜❜      the count began, with threat in his voice.   he’d been toying with the rings around each of his fingers, stopping only once to feel the finish on an odd, misshapen garnet that was halfway down the row.      ❛❛     whether or not one makes the choice to spent their sentence in a castle or on the battlefield, i say that it shall make no difference in the end.   a cage is still a cage.     ❜❜

[maldxta]

“breaking and entering?” delaney arched a brow, her lips tugging into a slow smirk. “dangerous, reckless, borderline illegal... sounds like your specialty.” she could feel the steady thrum of excitement rising in her chest, and though every rational part of her screamed don’t do it, she couldn’t bring herself to care. saint had a way of making her forget what was sensible and dive headfirst into chaos. “and i’m not worried. not at all,” her voice was low, velvet-smooth, as she took a step closer, closing the space he’d left between them. “maybe you're the one who's worried,” laney tilted her head slightly, her gaze flicking to his lips for the briefest moment before meeting his eyes again. “you really think you can keep up with me?”  

saint’s grin turned devilish without hesitation. “a bucket list is supposed to be exciting, right?” he said, his tone low and teasing as he took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her. “so here’s the plan,” he began, his voice dipping into a dramatic whisper. “there’s an old ski lodge a few miles out. been abandoned for years, but i heard the view from the rooftop is insane, especially with all the snow.” he paused before smirking once more. “thought we could break in, climb up there, and cross it off the list.” leaning in, his lips almost brushing her ear, he added, “unless, of course, you’re worried about getting caught.” he pulled back slightly, challenging her.

[dexsiress]

 OC IMAGERY 002 : IRINA FC: GALA BY CARMESSI! 

[dragynfirearc]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 . The boy king has a huge burden placed on his shoulders. With a dead father who perished in battle or was poisoned, a shrewd and scheming mother, an abundance of homicidal relations, and a nation to rule, he can either become a puppet or the most formidable ruler a nation has seen.

tagged by: @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx tagging: @roseguided, @dohaeyris, @therogueprincedaemon, + you!

[jerksredeem]

—  TODAY IS A slow day for King Steve. He’s been working the room for a few hours, cozying up with girls and shooting his shot. This party is pretty packed, and he’s hit on three-fourths of the girls already. There’s something that’s stopping them from falling for his charm, and he’s going to figure it out. And then he notices a head with a curly mullet. Talking to Becky. No, Stacy. He doesn’t remember her name. He charges forth, places a firm hand on his shoulder. Turns the man around. The face is too familiar. 

“Oh, God, you’re Billy, aren’t you?”

@surfkng     /     starter .

[jeoseungsaja]

“ i don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “ - Shin @ Yeo 🥺

@mythvoiced ♚ from x.

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  Centuries lodged in their bones; wisdom of passing eras attached to their veins. You’d think that creatures with extended longevity might know it all, but there are certain things the universe still keeps away from them; secrets still in dark box, questions unanswered no matter how much they might ask. 

   The future is one of those things. One of those secrets. One of those unanswered questions. The future, unpredictable as is, might smile one day but laugh at you the next; might embrace you in warm blankets or stab you where it hurts most. It walks unbiased, with roots that become intricate, changeable pathways. 

   Kim Shin might know more about the future, considering it only takes one look for him to acknowledge someone’s fate. In one second, he can get transported into a dimension that’ll tell him if a person will be successful, if they’ll reach their goals or face disruptive kismet. He can see danger from miles away, offer sandwiches to those who need to take a detour on current path; be the guardian he’s always been, even before acquiring the abilities he current holds. 

   Wang Yeo, as a nine-tailed fox, can see a few miles ahead, too. Not so much as to reach someone’s grave, but enough to perceive what could happen if a decision is made. He can calculate some of the risks and take those that might bring the best odds, even if the probability isn’t always successful. It helps, at times. 

   What’s ironic about all of this, is that they both seem to be blind to each other’s future, like a curtain of dense smoke that doesn’t let them see what’ll happen to them. They cannot look straight upon a mirror and see their fate, they cannot look into each other’s eyes and know what’ll happen next. 

   But here, standing in front of him, of Kim Shin, Yeo feels like the future doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Knowing what’s written before letters can even reach the paper seems like cheating to him; a lack of delight in the unknown. It is frightening though, he’ll admit, especially because of what they’re facing here; of what Kim Shin faces. 

   A sword still stuck in his chest, with no other name but his own branded on the bloody hilt. No one has come forward to claim it, or to at least whisper that they can see a vision of it. Not even Yeo, and the fox is not sure of what this could mean --- if he’ll stay like this forever, blind to the blade burdening Shin’s soul, or if he’ll ever be worthy as to see the true pain embedded. 

   What will happen to them if Yeo never sees the sword?    What will happen to them if Yeo sees it?    What will happen to them once the sword is out, to Shin?

   A breath leaves red-haired individual, reaching out to hold Shin’s sleeve, just around the wrist. His mind feels convoluted, his heart feels like producing a sting. He just wants to be here, with him --- is that so much to ask? Is that too much of a burden for the universe to accept? 

   It feels as if Shin can hear his thoughts, as if Yeo’s face was painted with enough hues and streaks for Shin to interpret what’s going through his head. It feels this way, because of the words Dokkaebi decides to utter, words that make Yeo grasp onto Shin’s wrist a little tighter, a little closer. 

    Thoughts made of glass shatter as soon as Goblin’s words get wrapped around his head; attempting to come back to his usual senses. It seems Yeo can think too much about these things, swimming in the sea of notions...but Shin’s the buoy that lets him know where to go. 

    Yeo straightens his back, a little smile conquering lips due to the warmth of Dokkaebi’s words. He lifts Shin’s arm from the wrist, where his hold was before.

  “I...guess I wouldn’t mind having an antediluvian Goblin by my side for a little longer.” 

   A mechanism of defense, this part of him that teases regardless of having deep thoughts before. 

  “Or...a lot longer. Did you know we, nine-tailed foxes, can live more than a thousand years? Are you willing to be around when I get to a thousand years old? How about two thousand? Three thousand? Will you be...there?” 

   Then, he places a sunflower between Shin’s fingers; carefully and gently letting go of the hold he had around his wrist. 

   “You do know the meaning behind flowers, right? Sunflowers have plenty of meanings, but...they’re usually a symbol of longevity. Adoration, loyalty, happiness...” 

   Pure, unconditional love. 

   “It matches the sweater you’re wearing.” 

   He looks at the flower, then at the sweater and, finally, he lifts his gaze to look at Shin’s face; his eyes, his nose, his lips; the hair swaying softly due to delightful breeze. He looks at him and his heart grows, so much so, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep it in his chest for long. 

   Is it even in his chest? Maybe the ghost of it is. Because, whenever he looks at Kim Shin now, it feels as if his heart is not within his rib-cage, but under Dokkaebi’s hold...much like the sunflower he just gifted him. 

   “Stay, Kim Shin. No matter what the future holds. Stay...with me.”  

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[chieflassie]

@spenried​   ⇾   sc.

“i’ve caught a serial killer before,”   there’s something haughty about the words,  machismo prompting him to square his shoulders as a quick amendment is made,   “helped catch one,  i mean,  it was a team effort,  of course,”