#♕ * ic. / answered.

[stormbcrn]

dany && loreon for the if they had a kid meme ! 😭

introducing: aegon, the faithless! | @sunfyred / @nothonors

Name: aegon targaryen Gender: male General Appearance: golden curls kept just below his ears, dark violet eyes bordering on magenta, freckles, average height and slim build. Personality: hot-headed, loyal, flirtatious, clever / manipulative, self-important, determined Special Talents: dragonriding - aegon is the dragonrider of moonfyre, archery, languages + history Who they like better: daenerys (sorry but it's true!!!) Who they take after more: he is a near-balanced blend of both his mother and his father, though having turned from away from the faith and being disavowed by his father, aegon resents the parts of himself he sees his father in Personal Headcanon: aegon puts his father to death :)

fc : n!els schne!der

[zcrayas]

❝ is something wrong? ❞ far be it for the roaming perfumer to pry too deeply into the affairs of the volcano manor, doubly so when said affairs belong to one of the two ladies that manage the whole thing. yet rya hasn't said much of anything today, not even while watching him brew aromatics and other potent tonics in the small space he's been alotted for his services to the recusants. definitely more than a passing strange, that. crow tilts his head towards her consideringly, grey eyes narrowed with something that might just be concern as he rasps. ❝ not like ya. seemed a mouse, quiet as. what's on ya mind. ❞

BLOOD AND DARKNESS || @fishermcn

" Oh..." the presence snaps the young woman out of deep labyrinths of her thoughts. Her gaze turns towards his voice, but the gaze of the green eyes seems almost.. empty. Moving as if searching a spot to focus.

His conclusion would be correct: Rya had always been there, hosting the champions and visitors of the manor - almost as if afraid of missing out of interaction.

Now, she had withdrawn from others to far quieter corner, accompanied by her own silence. How tired she must seem right now, and still trying to wear her best smile as if to say: 'don't worry about me'.

But that smile is far smaller, than her genuine one.

To confirm his words, she sighs with a nod. No, she isn't feeling well even if it was only apparent in her current demeanor. Yet, it wasn't anything strange or extraordinary. To Rya.

" You have sharp eyes." She comments with another small smile, shaking her head slightly. " I am not feeling too well... Forgive me for concerning you. This happens from time to time... ever since I was born I have these passing moments I feel the World gets blurry... But I assure you. It lasts a mere week and then, I will be just fine. "

[kaerinio]

@sanctissimx approached her grace: [ 📲 sms: ]  you’re single. i'm single. i feel like this is a problem we can solve together. FROM NYX LMFAO

THE MESSAGE FLASHES, inviting one glance, then another : its weight so substantial, she’s rooted in place, like a statue wrought in silver and gold. all around, insomnia’s citizens glide past, weaving around her, murmuring pardons. they go unregistered, unnoticed, same as the steel buildings gazing down upon her and the cars humming by, drowning, all, against the thump of her blood. she presses the phone to her chest ( where some beautiful bud blossoms, its petals unfurling, tickling every breathing part of her ), lips echoing the words, branding them on her heart. he's taken a leap with this text ——— one drastically different from the typical extremes demanded of a hero ; one that touches her ; one that deserves to be cherished. reading it once more, her aching cheeks rise even higher, and she decides to soar with him.

[📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: is this your strange way of asking me out? [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: you’re insufferable, nyx [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: you know what i think. words are wind, and texts are just pixels. fickle things, both, that can be lost or taken away. why don't you come over to mine at 8? show me how you want to solve this “problem” [📱imessage >> hero 😈 ]: and i can show you 💋

[kokoronohiroi]

“ i made you dinner. ” because he would never let him go hungry, ever ♥️

OKUYASU'S HANDS are quick to grab at utensils before butt even made contact with dining chair - letting out a rather bombastic ' thank you ! ' before quickly shoveling down the food. between every other bite , though , he takes a moment to savor the taste and to relish in the fact he gets to enjoy a home cooked meal after a long day. a simple delicacy he hadn't known he had missed. ' i know i already said thank you - ' chews. ' - but i mean it ! no one can cook quite as good as you. ' another chew. ' italians sure know how to cook ! '

[iilahalzili]

Anonymous ♕ You're just mad that everyone else is better at being loved than you, Marik uwu

The maniacal fit of laughter is something he does not bother to hold back on, letting it ring out--the notion absolutely hilarious to him. "You think I care about being loved?~ Oh little sacrifice you haven't been paying attention!" The laughter starts to settle down into bubbling giggles before only being shown by the smirk dancing on his lips.

"I am not a lovable creature, little one. . . I am a living nightmare, the God of Shadows. The only thing I want out of mortals is their fear, despair, flesh, and souls~ it's like loving your dinner~"

[missninetails]

Yuki had been thinking this over, planning it carefully. The stage had been set in only a Kitsune's way could be -- but it wasn't the way her people did things. Instead, when she arrived and after a proper meal and chance to enjoy the moon and stars and fox fire he had created as well as the arrangement of plants that hung above Pan had created, Yuki deigned say; "Serinaty... I have something to ask you. I... do not ask this lightly." He waited until he had her attention, and gingerly then took her hands, running thumb over her knuckles, ears pricking forward, tail wrapping around to rest near hers. "... Would you be my mate? My lifelong one -- my only. I... suppose this is as I learned from your parents after asking their permission... a ask for your hand in marriage, but for my people... it is merely a one step." He gives pause. "In this way, I would ask to bind us in both ways -- your way, and my way. If you will have me, that is." (mahotoai)

He had looked quite fidgety if one could call it such a thing, it's cute in some way. Of course he'd gather this ones attention with ease as a ears are always listening to where his voice could come from.

Seems as if he really was thinking of something serious. As bad as this one feels she...couldn't speak immediately. What came was a wide-eyed fox staring up at the silver one blinking a few times. Cogs whirring within the mind as she gives a slow nod not willing to acknowledge the burning of her face.

[lilyanyuangui]

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ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴍᴀɪʟ

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀꜱ

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ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?

ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴅ

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ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ

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♕▐  ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ ┊ ☾ ooc. ☽

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✉▐  ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴍᴀɪʟ ┊ ☾ answered ask. ☽

©▐  ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀꜱ┊☾ credit. ☽

✿▐  ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ┊ ☾ headcanon. ☽

❀▐  ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴠɪʙᴇ ┊ ☾ musings. ☽

☑▐  ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ┊ ☾ save. ☽

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㊋▐  ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ┊ ☾ visuals. ☽

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☒▐  ᴍᴏᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ┊☾ to be deleted. ☽

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[mvriigold]

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ + " the fucker deserved it. " | ( fbsdhjkf also danny for chrissy, pls let him punch ur weakass bf- )

“No.” Chrissy’s as quiet as usual when it comes to this. Eyes avoidant, arms tucked around herself in replacement of her letterman sweater. There’s a giveaway tremble to her voice that could be mistaken for anxiety, and probably would be by most people that know her. But more than anything, she’s just upset. Upset, and tired. It felt like fate that the game would turn into a disaster. Jason had gotten his mind set on the opposing team making a foul play, building anger evident as he’d practically picked a fight with the referee. Chrissy had watched the telltale veins pulse in his neck, had blown a kiss his way to try to ease his temper back down. It hadn’t worked. Especially when her school’s team had ultimately lost. And only by three points, too. She hadn’t wanted to go to the post-game party, after that. Jason’s frustration had stunk as bad as if he’d drowned himself in alcohol, and Chrissy hadn’t wanted to go anywhere with him in that state. She hadn’t even wanted to go to the party to begin with - not even if they won. She’d always planned on excusing herself away. But God, had the stare he’d given her when she’d done so made her squirm. Made her want to shrink and hide, as phantom bugs skittered over her skin. He’d stared, said “Chris,” in that flat, disbelieving tone, and she’d avoided his eyes as she stood her ground. It’d been easy to hear the cogs turning in his head. Easy to picture his eyes shifting upwards, and finding Maria where she stood in the crowd. Jason had never been a huge fan of her befriending one of the “enemy.” Chrissy was sure that the word on her letting him down would reach her mother by the morning. It always did. “Can we just… go somewhere?” Still hugging herself, she finds herself reluctant to look up at Danny just yet. Talking to him right now won’t do her any favours; she can feel Jason’s eyes digging into her from where he stands near the gymnasium doors, before they cut away. She can already hear the way he’ll remark on this when they’re back at school. “I just… don’t really want to stay here, right now.”

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —    @crimsontroupe ​ /  𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

❝ they stole my voice. this is me taking it back. ❞ - nox and vis!

     〈♕ *〉┊  How does one steal a voice? 

      A foolish question to ask, and so it does not leave his lips. The answer comes to him when he glances up at the man's severe face. The prince subsequently looks back down at the dusty manuscript lain before him. Those in power pluck at whatever strings they can wind 'round their fingers: politics, social issues, historical accuracy, economics, religion, and so on. What would stop them from treating the vocal cords of the masses, much less a singular being, the very same way? It begs the question of how many scripts he has overwritten in his time as the veiled emporer. Little more than parts and pieces bound by arcane duty, he talks with a thousand stolen words and thousands more to come. A little laugh huffs from his nose. Yes-- he does already know the answer.

     "And if it gets taken again?" He draws a deliberate, thick slash through a faded line of text. The coy smile attempting to turn his lips upward loses its strength, letting the corners of his lips quirk down into their natural state of musing. Another line, this one through nearly an entire paragraph. "...I can help. Potentially. Nothing extra required in return; I don't believe we could give each other anything we might need directly." He coughs then. His lungs cinch, ablaze with the need to expel all the oxygen from his system, bones audibly creaking beneath skin. Phantom fingers press at the soft dip at the base of his throat, warning him not to even entertain the idea of fraternizing with a foreign power's disposed pet project. It's almost funny. Very, very funny. 

       "Food for thought; no need to answer. At the very least, we can hope whoever you want to speak to would hear you." Oh, but probably not. The thrones of the powerful were empty more often than not. If prayers went unanswered, why would the hollering of a hit dog gain an audience?

[fated-stars]

“ Let me relax, I will exist later. ”

𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

{♕} "Aw, come on, Riku.."

Sora lightly pulled his best friend's arm as he held back a groan. He'd been wanting to spar with him all day and Riku said he would!

Yet, the longer he gazed at Riku's face, the more he could see how tired his friend was. He found himself not wanting to spar anymore, but instead...just sit with him. With a small breath, Sora released the other's arm and plopped down next to him on the sand. He laid back, folding his hands behind his head as a happy grin crossed his face.

"Well, guess you can't call me a lazy bones this time." He teased, having no bite to his words. "Don't be upset if I fall asleep, okay?"

[stormbcrn]

❝i’m afraid for you.❞ | @heireign

HER WORDS GAVE DAENERYS PAUSE. No one had been quite so direct with her about their concerns in returning home. It was true that her advisors often spoke of the challenges that may await the mad king's daughter when she crosses the narrow sea, that her victories in Essos would mean little to the commonfolk when she arrives with three dragons at her back. They told her all they knew of the five kings that vied for her seat, but they were not the blood of the dragon – and perhaps they shared Rhaenyra's fears, but perhaps she had a perspective they did not.

The younger queen's brows furrowed, her hands clasping Rhaenyra's with a gentle squeeze, the blood of her blood – the last of the dragons and a dynasty long lost. "Tell me what you mean," Dany insisted, "What do we have to fear when my children are nearly grown?"

[zcrayas]

Towers over the hunchback woman. He leans down, tilting his head to see what she's looking at. - acoldshadow

It was a piece of a map. Few crosses of red ink decorated it.

Her finger traced down the marked road down from the North, then, distracting from it. Tapping over two bigger landmarks, while her head stretched to spot any of them.

"Fie..." Apparently, she had lost the course while avoiding the patrolling horseback knights.

He might have watched her for a good moment; before turning to check the surroundings behind - only to find the large frame with canine features leant closer. Such sight had her jump up from the a crumbled ruin she had as her seat. Yet, this one was not a wild beast - and stood tall like a knight.

For how long? Rya pondered.

"Pardon my distress, for you have taken me by surprise." || @acoldshadow

[kaerinio]

okay, i am going to go work on work things! please feel free to send in any dany questions! they can be about anything! any verse, any topic, whatever you wanna know! 💖

[kokoronohiroi]

okuyasu,... if you ever feel like you're ugly? just remember: koichi is uglier. <3

nods in agreement. ' don't tell 'im , but i just don't understand how he keeps getting all kinds of attention ! he's as tall as a mouse ... it's unfair ! maybe i need to be shorter ...? '

[iilahalzili]

      @onewiththeblueeyes​ ♛ 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💙            ♛ More Shadow Kisses  ♕ 

     “Ohhhh, somebody is greedy~” Marik purrs out his words, quickly closing the distance between them, “Like my kisses that much?~” Of course, it’s a tease, he knows exactly how much his husband loves getting kisses. No other can make the stoic CEO melt like he does.      The first kiss is a quick peck on the cheek, snaking his hands around Seto’s waist. It is ensured Marik will not keep track of all the kisses, peppering small kisses all over his husband’s face and neck before settling to a deep, long kiss on the lips. Breath is allowed as he parts, keeping his face close to Seto’s, letting a small smile tug at his lips, “How many more do you want, ‘Eni?~”      Without waiting, Marik moves to kiss the neck, shifting between kisses to bites--making sure to leave marks on the skin that will last for a few days. He will not be stopping any time soon, letting his hands lower from their spot on Seto’s hips to gently grab his butt.

[missninetails]

"A little souvenir for my little little fox. Hope you like it."

Well now isn't she spoiled?

"How cute this couple is, just like us." While holding the gift close she leans over pressing a kiss to the wolf in this ones life.