#♚;; Answered

[castleclysm]

Anonymous asked: when I was a young boy, my father took me to the city to see a marching band

                     ❝ Ghetsis never took me anywhere. ❞

[erobret]

@palespawn asked : “Enough waiting. I crave blood.” ( halsin )

LARGE HAND GRIPPED THE ARM OF THE OTHER . not roughly , simply enough to stop the male from leaving the spot where they hid . he would risk them getting them found by the enemy and they did have to wait for the others if they were succeed .

hazel hues fell upon crimson . the druid knew that this one was a spawn . he had learned of that upon joining them on the road . it had not changed his view of him . there had been no choice given to him when he had been turned , for that he could only assume . he was not one to pry into one's past .

however , was it blood he wished to spill in battle ? . . . or did he crave it for nourishment ? gaze turned back to fixate on the clearing below them . ❝ have you not fed recently ? ❞ he inquired , her voice low and rough . ❝ if you are lacking then the strength for what is to come then i may offer you my own . ❞

[kinglyisms]

♚ — @ebresos ;; Eric & Siius. ❛ please don't go, i can't handle losing you too. ❜

   “Despite the pieces of your species I carry inside of me, that does not make me one of your people.” Eric stated, turning his head away from the taller man. He seems to be trying to make a habit out of surprising Eric and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. Being caught off guard once is one thing, having it happen repeatedly was starting to be rather weird and alarming. He took a breath and moved a bit against the wall, gaze sliding down to the arm that had him trapped in his own bedroom. He had just intended on showing Siius where he could sleep, he thought he would offer him his own bedroom, and now he found himself stuck in said bedroom. 

   Telling someone he doesn’t know that well not to go, what an odd request. Eric never considered himself anything special, the only thing he knew that he was without a doubt, was a monster. Because he was, without a doubt he absolutely was a monster. Yet, for some reason, apparently Siius thought that he was something important. Be it the curse within him that makes him carry part of what Siius is or something else, he isn’t entirely sure. Eric shifted around and turned his head slightly back toward Siius, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

   The words were so soft, they clearly carried a good amount of emotions, but Eric can’t say they’re returned. With everything inside of himself, with his heart buried six feet under, with the way that he was–there was just so few emotions to feel and whatever Siius was feeling–this desperation. It wasn’t returned. Very few things were returned at all when it came to all of this. With the way he was at most he felt numb, which was the feeling he had wanted when he yanked his heart out. Eric had no intention of feeling the pain and loss that came with living, the heartache that an immortal life could drag around with it. Who wants to feel those things when the world comes dragging itself at your feet dropping the worst situations at you? Ripping you apart. 

   Pain and heartache. If someone could avoid those things, wouldn’t they?

   “How long do you intend to keep me pinned to the wall?” Eric asked, reaching his hand out and gently placing it against Siius chest. “This is the second time you’ve done this. Though the first was unintentional this time it clearly wasn’t.” He used his taller and wider stature easily, but pinning Eric to walls doesn’t exactly help anything. 

[thevessaliuz]

"Jack...can I ask you something?"

"Umm.... Of course?"

[greedbent]

"I know it's your whole thing to never smile, but you look like you've swallowed a lemon. Maybe try to frown a little less at least?" [ who else other than Star lmao, bc of this post ]

@drolliic || star is 5ever the pest we love to see <3 <3

“I smile.”

He doesn't present it as an argument, but as a statement. A truth. A whole reality of which this particular thorn in his side so happened to be unaware for a multitude of reasons. In fact, Kaz could prove it right now, if he so wished. He could turn to them, sarcasm tainting not just the edges, but the whole of a tight-lipped grin simply to play this game right along with them.

But, well, he's never been one to show interest in any game where he gains nothing.

“If you aren't around to ever see it,” he says, only then at the absolute least allowing his gaze to slide and meet theirs, “then maybe you ought to consider a common denominator.”

[feilien]

@r4bidog said: “an exhausted drug king easily walks into matt's bedroom and plops on his bed while he's reading a book ; he lazily starts to toy with the end of matt's shirt as he stares up at the ceiling . his scar is getting better , and everyone calls him a boss , and he's killed way too many men to reach here . ❛ i feel like i'm gonna die . . . ❜ / hi i missed them idk .” {♚ x Meme I am too lazy to find right now || Accepting x}

 Gangjae just walking into Matt’s room—without knocking, mind you—wasn’t exactly unheard of, nor was him making himself at home on Matt’s bad as though he owned it. Which, if one wanted to be pedantic about it, he technically did. But even though it wasn’t unheard of and even though Matt should really be used to it by now, it still made his heart miss a beat every single time; and he never failed to remind himself just how much he hated himself for it. It was a stupid crush, a hopeless crush, and yet he seemed unable to shake it, regardless of many girls he saw disappear in and out of his friend’s room. And, of course, every time he thought he might stand a chance of getting over it, Gangjae felt the need to do something to draw him right back in.

 Without lifting his gaze from his book, Matt raised his eyebrows as he turned a page and let out a sigh. “Yeah? What’s killing you this time? The alcohol? The drugs? The countless girls? Or everything combined?” Okay, perhaps a little too obvious. Glancing at the other, Matt gave him a once over, then shrugged his shoulders. “You look perfectly fine to me. As fine as you'll ever be, anyway.”

[royalarms]

for the botanical hc meme - bay tree, lilac, poppy! ♡ ⸻ @13nth

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

he absolutely favors a simpler and more personal life . he loves the people around him and yearns for nothing more than to experience an average life full of love and peace . from a young age he's had this title thrust upon him that he did not want , and all of these rules , regulations , training regimens , titles , events , etc . , etc . and all he's ever wanted was to be a kid who got to play outside and sleep in on the weekends . that's a lot of the reason he presses to go to a public school . despite the barrier between him and the other students , he got to experience what they experience . he got to feel closer to feeling human . it's a lot of the reason he moved into his own apartment in his late teens ; the life in the citadel ? he never felt like that was his own , or that he truly belonged there . in a life born into extravagance , he cannot help but yearn for the simplicities of life . the struggle of a day - to - day working citizen . how can he love people in the way that he wishes if he can never understand them ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

tw : parental death !!

so this definitely ties in with my last answer ! he was brought up being told he was special , some chosen king who will purge this star of its scourge , that he is a prophesied existence , which made him feel like this life was never his to live . like destiny would have its way with him and he'd not have a say in its unfolding . when he's really young , he doesn't understand . in actuality , i don't think he fully grasps it until he's forced to during the game's canon , but as a kid , it always felt like a heavy weight . his mother , aulea , passed away when he was eight years old , and his father , the king , regis , had little time to spend with him most days . he spent a lot of time training , studying , learning , reading . . . but it always felt a bit hollow . people loved him , but he never saw it in a way that they loved him for him . he saw their love as a respect for his title as prince and nothing more , leading him to a rather lonely and isolated feeling childhood . i do think the days he spent with aulea were warm , as well as regis , but after the traumatic daemon attack , things were never quite the same . his teenage years were spent dutifully studying and attending class , making great marks and exceeding academically as well as in the eyes of society . though , he didn't have many people he'd consider his friends . this is kind of when he starts forming stronger bonds with prompto , ignis , and gladio , though , so he starts to really spend more time with them , as with them , he begins to feel that sense of belonging he's always wished for . though , he still rejects his princely duties and easily cops an attitude when forced to accept them . again , he doesn't really accept he will one day be king until we see him struggling with it in game . it really is something he adamantly fights against thinking about despite the stress it causes as he pushes it away . of all of the things his kingship would include , a prominent one is the death of his father , and he had been forced to think of that each and every time one wished to prepare him for the throne . he rejected it and rejected it , feared it , until the day did finally come , and even still , he could not bring himself to call himself king . it's an internal battle he's fought all his life .

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

i think this one has two distinct answers ! it depends on how he's feeling and how/why he's seeking comfort . usually , no matter what , he will find comfort by lakeside or seaside , casting his line and watching the water as he awaits a fish's next bite . a particular breeze is often favored , and it helps to refresh his mind and clear his thoughts . for him , it's almost like a meditation . the quietness , the familiarity of the water , and the vastness of existence . he likes those moments of solitude where he can unwind and recharge , letting go of every day stressors and allowing him a chance to reconnect with himself .

sometimes , however , he craves the comfort of another person , or people . the simple of existence of domestic living aside the people dearest to him , who have his trust and care , and vice versa . he enjoys his solitude , but too much of it can feel isolating , and he's back to his childhood miseries . he loves companionship , despite his lack of experience in showing it , and truly enjoys himself when playing video games with his friends , watching movies , camping out together , sharing stories , and bonding . he doesn't always need a hug or a hand to hold , but more often than not , he'll take a warm body to sit aside a campfire with and chat about life .i

[kinsonas]

my phone wont let me view the blacklist so im so so sorry if it's on it, but are you ok with editing in stars and time? if it's on the blacklist im sorry ;___;

our blacklist is kind of old and needs a bit of sprucing up anyway but its not on there!! this is actually the first im hearing abt it so we wouldnt mind getting requests and the like as long as there's enough content and specifics for us to work with!!

[fractempyreal]

there's a cat nestled in the comfort of their arms, purring and content with the attention adrian gives freely. though it doesn't go unnoticed the way furry ears perk with interest and beady eyes peer frequently in the hunter's direction. so, they move closer. " i can't believe i'm saying this but i think someone likes you. and she could use a nice home, you know … " // :')

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 , the purring emanating from the ball of fur gently gathered in Adrian's arms . There's a soft 'clink' when porcelain rests within its saucer as opalescent gaze flicks towards the angel when they move closer . Eventually , he looks down to meet the curious eyes of the feline that peers at him intently , watching as its paws begin to gently KNEAD at the fabric of Adrian's clothes . While they are not necessarily one that kept pets , the concept of it was not unfamiliar to the devil . So much so that the comment elicits the faint downward TICK of lip's corner , but an absent disdain which usually would follow at such a suggestion .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ — Is it not your cat to begin with ? ❜ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲 , singular pale brow arching ever so slightly as gaze shoots up towards Adrian's expression upon pointing out the implication that the feline had no place to call HOME . Even so , the cat seemingly remains oblivious to the conversation , now seemingly beginning to tilt towards the devil as if asking for some kind of affection from them ( they are wont to deny the creature , but not without a considerable amount of deliberation ) . Gaze remains steady on the angel before them . ❛ Are you now looking to rehome her ? ❜ / @sungracd

[maledictus-maleficus]

@rake-rake sent: You didn't reblog in this blog but I gotta.... Nickname from Merlin for Arturia, Turi.

" .. Turi? Well.. it is not awful. " It could have been worse.

[castleclysm]

The safe sex association says: please remember that anytime you talk to your bottom, the conversation will be recorded for future training. thank you and stay safe!

[erobret]

@noctudreams asked ( zant ) : "you confuse me and you're such a pain..."

❝ THEN WHY DO INSIST ON BEING HERE ? ❞ she almost wanted to outwardly groan but instead allowed the words to come out as a hiss . she couldn't raise her voice . not here . not when there were eyes on her . her teeth began to grind with the clenching of her jaw . why was she forced to spend time with him ? she wasn't a child anymore .

with the passing of her father she was to prepare to take the throne . did she have to continue with this arrangement he had planned since she was young ? arms crossed over chest , fingers tapping upon bicep as they moved stiffly through the gardens . her mother's garden . with it's hundreds of black roses .

[kinglyisms]

♚ — @ebresos ;; Satoru & Ahrien. “ why are you looking at me like that? ” 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

   Satoru had taken it upon himself to house the visiting Royalty that had ended up in his library. He, from what Satoru saw, didn’t have their currency and that made it difficult for him to get around without some assistance. And it wasn’t as if Satoru, in his old age, was hard over for money. So he had plenty to help with if he wanted to and his house, behind the Academy, had more than enough space. Though he was, more or less, living with Satoru’s books. It was a nice room, but the walls were lined with bookshelves and very old books he has collected. 

   The Prince hasn’t seemed to care though, in fact most of the time Satoru goes to check on him before he goes to bed himself, Satoru finds him reading. Ahiren seems interested in gathering as much information as he can on everything around him, and Satoru’s books give him quite a bit of that. So he enjoys reading what he can, and that is part of the reason he ended up in the library. 

   Teaching him about Abarith, about other species in general, is rather complicated for Satoru. Ahiren doesn’t understand a lot of what he tries to explain, but he wants to understand at the same time. So it tends to be a lot of sitting, chatting, and explaining over tea and meals. Satoru hasn’t shared big meals with anyone since Casimir lived with him, and though they still eat together sometimes Casimir had a life of his own now. He wasn’t as interested in sharing meals with Satoru as he used to. 

   So having someone else to cook for, as much as Satoru does cook (he can he just doesn’t like to), is an interesting development. 

   Satoru also hasn’t lived with someone who wasn’t his son or parents ever. And his guest, this Prince of the Sea of whatever he is from, is a very well built, well developed, tall, attractive man. Which is something Satoru is struggling with. He hasn’t been intimate or touched someone in well over–a couple centuries. Aside from the rare hugs he allows, with all the clothing he always has on, he hasn’t touched someone else, skin to skin, in such a long time. It’s something, especially with his curse gift that makes him hyper aware of another person.

   He dresses himself, he has a sense of clothing, Satoru hasn’t seen him naked. But he doesn’t wear a lot. Definitely not nearly as much as Satoru. Just–underwear, slippers, and this open robe that shows too much. 

   Which is what he’s looking at right now. And Ahiren has to draw attention to it for some reason. He feels like one of his teenage students who just discovered what their sexual interest was. He quickly turns his head away. 

   “No reason.”

[thevessaliuz]

[ crying ] +

non-verbal angst prompts | @gloomy-glen

Oswald. Jack tries to wipe his tears away, to erase their tracks on his cheek. He has stood outside the tower for over two hours now, Lacie is still mad at him. She still has not asked him to come back. And he's more worried, even though it's just a stupid quarrel and he should not think too much, but she had said that a little time away from her would do him good.

Was she abandoning him?

The thought made his tears flood again-

[greedbent]

An innocent envelope waits atop Kaz’s desk. Attached to the outside is a single rose: thorns still intact along the stem, with petals as black as night and speckled with subtle flecks of silver that make the bloom shimmer even in the dimmest light. His name is written on the front in a delicate, looping script. Along with small doodles of flowers and birds in the margins, the letter inside bears the same writing:

Kaz, I hope this letter finds you well! The shop has been keeping me especially busy lately. A few weeks ago I received a special order that required growing some rare breeds of flowers; I swear, I have spent all hours of every day since in the greenhouse, working hard to make sure that every flower is perfect! Of course, the effort was well worth the end result. These roses made me think of you the moment they bloomed, so I simply had to send one to you. I do hope it has made its way to you safe and sound.   I know you are also quite busy, but I would love to see you again soon. I am nearly finished with a new painting—perhaps I could show you, when you can spare the time? If it is not too much trouble, of course.  Please take care of yourself.  ~ Spring

@howthesleeplesswander || screaming crying throwing up

The first thing Kaz Brekker felt was foolish.

Like he was some poor young sod gawking at women in the street, tripping over himself when one looked his way, burning bright red in the face as she giggled and passed him by. He felt bare. He felt exposed. He felt unnatural, as if his coat wasn’t hanging right, one sleeve too long or too short, one little thread out of place that he just couldn’t find. He felt . . . in that barest flicker of a moment, less like Dirtyhands and more like Kaz Rietveld: that boy off the farm; that boy who had been so naive, so innocent, so blind—

All because of a damn rose sitting there on his desk.

He swore the thing would’ve been giggling wryly at him—just like the women at the Menagerie—if it could. Somehow, he wondered if the silence was worse. —just as much as he wondered how utterly insane he had to be to wish flowers could talk.

Like he said: He felt foolish.

When Kaz set foot in the Crow Club, Rotty had told him a message was waiting for him. When Kaz had asked what it was or who it was from, the man had pursued all manner of distractions to excuse himself, mumbled something quick about it being better that Kaz see it himself, that he didn’t want to intrude— Basically, a whole blundering bunch of useless information that eventually ended with Kaz doing just that: seeing what the podge was blithering about and what sort of bomb was waiting for him in his office.

Well, he hadn’t been too far off the mark. It wasn’t a bomb, but the way Kaz froze in his steps and lingered there in the doorway would make anyone think that was the case. Eventually, he at least had the mind to shut the door behind him. And, another eventually, he made his way over to the desk on pathetically cautious steps he was glad no one was around to witness wobbled.

He read the note. And then he read it again. And then a third time, in case the first two weren’t enough. Somewhere in the process, Kaz had taken a seat, and as his eyes pored over that elegant, beautiful script, his fingers idled on the rose’s stem. The thorns didn’t bother him through the gloves. And even if they did, he was sure he wouldn’t have noticed. 

I would love to see you again.

He tarried on—no, he stumbled over—that phrase with each pass.

Please take care of yourself.

A similar effect, surely. Though, for some reason, the sentiment summoned an amused little twitch to his lips, that which nearly bled into a full smile by the time he’d finished what could have been the tenth reread. Kaz almost folded the letter back up, thumb gliding gingerly over one edge, but he hesitated. He glanced back at the fittingly black flower—These roses made me think of you. . . . That foolish hum of something not-so-novel, but old and nearly forgotten warmed his skin: maybe, just maybe, his cheeks, specifically.

But, foolish or not, Kaz let the letter rest open on his desk.

He leaned back with flower in hand, perusing—no, memorizing—the petals like they were a very part of the girl who gave them to him.

And he decided, tomorrow, to everyone else but her, he’d be occupied.

[feilien]

📖 !!

{♚ x Send me 📖 and I'll give a random Lore dump about the Muse and/or their world. || Accepting x}

   So... I don't think I ever explicitly stated why Matt's weapon of choice (especially for killing) is knives. I mean— we know what he claims the reasons are: they're easy to conceal, he can carry an incredible amount of them on his person at any given time, they're silent, unbelievably hard to trace if utilized right, and it just integrates very well into his fighting style.

 But at the end of the day, he could pretty much achieve the same thing with a gun (to a certain degree). Would probably make his life a little easier, too. The real reason he insists on using knives is because it requires him to be close to whoever it is he's hurting, or killing. He has to look them in the eye, and he does, every time—so he can commit each and every one of his victims to his memory. He doesn't like hurting or killing anyone, but he does it because.. That's what's expected of him, it's how he was raised. He doesn't really know anything else. And while he'd never dare to openly rebel, he at least attempts to do so silently through this self-imposed punishment for doing something he knows is wrong, regardless of who they are or what they've done.