#♛ || ANSWERED

[kronulv]

@khalesci asked: ❛ take these off . ❜

In    the    dim    light    of    her    quarters,    the    King    does    as    she    tolds    him.    He    removes    the    reminders    of    the    king    in    the    north's    decorations.    The    cape    and    layers,    one    by    one,    until    he    remains    with    his    loosen    shirt,    the    scars    from    the    wedding    can    be    seen    through    the    fabric    but    his    attention    is    on    the    Queen    before    him,    as    he    steps    closer.    Her    own    clothes    are    far    too    revealing    for    a    night    talk    and    he    knows,    neither    of    them    has    a    desire    to    talk.    They    part    for    Westeros    soon,    and    it    seems    that    what    they    both    wanted,    is    finally    coming    back    to    them.    His    wolf    brooch    is    holding    the    string    on    her    side    of    the    dress    and    his    hand    places    there,    thumb    brushing    the    skin    underneith.   

"I'll    take    mine,    as    you    take    these,    Daenerys."    Her    name    finally    spoken    without    being    a    secret,    the    distance    between    the    two    is    minimal    as    he    raises    his    arms    to    remove    his    shirt,    tossed    to    the    side    as    he    smile,    Grey    Wind    moving    to    leave    the    room    and    closing    the    door    before    them,    leaving    the    two    in    privacy.    "I    would    like    my    brooch    now.    I    believe    I    promise    to    kiss    you    after    it's    back    in    my    hands."

[kirkwll]

@blightsworn said: " i wasn't sure you were the same. " meme. // accepting.

She remembers hearing about him, shortly after they arrived in Kirkwall. A hero who had banded Ferelden together against the Blight, creating alliances where there had been rivalries, warring against Darkspawn, felling the Archdemon. Some stories were certainly more imaginative than others, but they all felt like fairy tales compared to the boy who carried her home years ago.

Now she looks at him and she sees them both—the boyish twist in his smile that warms through years of exhaustion and grief, the tired gaze of a battle-weary Warden that dulls a sparkle she once knew. Funny that he seems to have been worried about her changing, when he's also hardly the boy she once knew. Still, she can't hold back a smile, sweet and a touch teasing.

"You thought just because I'm a Viscountess now, I'd have changed that much?" She closes the distance between them, jutting her jaw out even as she strains to look up at him. "I just became the Champion of one city. You—" she pokes him in his chest, a pointed little prod, "—became the hero of a whole damn Kingdom."

[venisontransmission]

-BLOWS U UP WITH MY MIND OOC-

Explode me f2f or not at all.

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

Colette x fangirl reader

THIS IS BETTER THAN MY FANFICTION!

Pairing: Colette x m̶e̶ fangirl reader

Warnings: I don't find any type of weird obsessive fangirl behavior acceptable 🙏 this is just fiction

A/n : I love requests. This is so relatable. Gender neutral reader cuz idk what u wanted

"I JUST WANT AN AUTOGRAPH! PLEASE"

"I'LL GIVE U MINE!!"

Colette looked behind her, there was a hot baddie there😻

Now, being a fangirl for Colette is quite weird cuz she would want to be your best friend but also a role model at the same time

I believe Colette is a girl who tries to get as much as she can from a person while being in a real friendship/relationship with someone. She's like Nicole but better. She tries to get you to get autographs from brawler she's currently hyperfixated on, in exchange you get to hang out with her. But the more this happens the more she realizes she wants to be your friend/partner

Colette doesn't really understand her emotions really well nor does she know how to get along with them, that's why she normally talks to Edgar or somebody she trusts. Since that's not an option, because Edgar does not care for romance in any way, she wouldn't have many options or any at all for that matter, so she would go online in her little fan fiction community or online friends to look for help. Since the internet is so helpful, she'd have a few ways to pursue a more deep connection with you. Colette doesn't really know how to be social, but since you're so nice to her and in love, there wouldn't be a problem.

As time goes on, your relationship/friendship with Colette grows and grows. You 2 become better friends, she starts to open up, you start to become less fangirly and everyone is happy. Not only would she become less creepy, she also becomes less obsessed with other brawlers and chase them around. She'd only do that fy/j

10/10 what more is there to ask?

[regalxpoise]

"you cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.” From @ravasz

She looks up from her empty goblet, exhaustion so deep her violet gaze is dimmed to a murky color. The corner of her mouth quirks, nearly impressed with Martyn. He was right. “I’m just so tired.” Aelora murmured, “And not from the wine.” Her voice cracked, and the young Targaryen bowed her head slightly, Martyn would never know her restless nights, the constant ache of knowing and witnessing with no real to power to do anything. To understand anything. “Fear is easier to curb than anger.”

[mindsafe]

who always gets 2nd place?

@pontevoix || from [X] || ACCEPTING

who always gets 2nd place?

ILLUMI ZOLDYCK;

he was born first, but he comes second.

for twelve years, he is a placeholder, keeping an empty crib warm. for twelve years he tries ( && fails ) to be the perfect son; but he is malleable to a fault. dislocated joints && rearranged organs // loyalty bleeding into M̴̖͋͋I̶̹̒̐Ṅ̴̢̜̓D̷̨͖̎L̵͎̤̒È̷͙̚S̴̖͕̋S̷͙̙̑̚ ̴̟̎O̶͚͝B̴̘̺͆É̸͈̲D̵̡͂͝I̸̛͖̖Ẹ̷̦͗̀N̷̘͌͑ͅC̴̝͎̒̀E̷̪͇͆̔. the strings move, && he moves with them: a puppet with his mother's face. there are days when he feels like a stranger in his own skin. sometimes he forgets his birthday.

then, killua is born: a blue-eyed boy, with long eyelashes // the spitting image of their father. illumi might have taken insult to being supplanted by an infant; but he is malleable to a fault. the change in status quo is necessary, due to his own inadequacies; he should be honoured that he is given the responsibility of moulding killua into the perfect heir. it's an opportunity to atone.

[cryopathiic-a]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

Slender fingers carefully pinched the brush, dusting off a few speckles of white powder littering the jade incense burner. It was a beautiful design, the silver lotus on the lid tainted with speckles of bronze from the use. Next, the shaping mold was laid out on the perfectly smoothed out white dust and there, the agarwood shavings were poured and molded in the shape of the kanji for heaven. With the same care he had applied throughout all his motions, Dōma completes the ritual by lighting a match and quickly igniting the thick line of agarwood formed. And it takes. And then he closes the lid.

And smiles up at the other as the first few pillars of fragrant smoke rise from it.

It's a smile that will disguise how little he had been expecting that comment. But then again, he hadn't expected the request that led up to it either; to keep wearing his human facade after a sermon, in private. Before another powerful demon. Given his views on the matter, it made no sense but... what kind of host would he be to deny his guest's whims?

So he had worn it. His human face. Not a day over twenty, with a head of white gold. But the most notable difference was how softer his features seemed; a gaze stripped of the penetrating glow, as beautiful as it was calming. He even brought back the dusting of freckles over his nose.

So the compliment, in his opinion, was well deserved.

❝ Thank you. ❞ He places the incense aside, to join the scent of candles and lingering smoke that still did so little to disguise the true aromas that had seeped into this room; the pungent mark of bloodspill. But in that moment, between the way the artificial lantern-light hit his mundane features and the thick coating covering his tracks, it all painted a very human picture. Dōma was proficient at that, after all; blending in with them yet never quite on their level. Even in this archaic form he still retained some striking features, after all. Primarily, the notorious set of polychromatic eyes that peered straight into the other's with a darling bat of thick lashes.

He sits back and allows his weight to sink into the pillows. There's that inviting look that's almost hubris when directed towards a superior. But he thinks he's entitled to wear it. Because, that's what he came for, right? That's why he visited, after so much time, and sat through an entire sermon and then requested him in the privacy of his own chamber, as well — surely, that must be his endgoal.

And yet he's sitting there, staring at their exposed, tender flesh like he's seeing oracles on it. The most animated thing about Kokushibo in those moments had been his hair — and that's only because an occasional night breeze slipped past the room's window. Was he bored? Was he lost to deep thought? It was impossible to tell; and the frustration was building in his younger counterpart because of it.

Frankly, Dōma wasn't one to work for things in his life; and he'd already worked so hard for this. So, his tone held the tiniest trace of frustration as he moved to undo the sash of his own robes — since the other wouldn't do it for him, apparently.

❝ But, enough of that now. I thought you were here for a reason? ❞

[heroesvow]

people are gonna come to this blog, see all my muses and wonder if i'm cracked out of my mind

[vis3rys]

@lannisther asked: ❝ You don't need Dorne or the Dothraki or that insipid lord in Braavos. You need me. I am the one who can put Robert's kingdom in your hands. ❞ oops

"You.   .   .are   a   Lannister.   Tywin   Lannister's   daughter   and   you   think   I   want   your   help?"   He   would   be   better   sending   her   head   on   a   spike   for   Tywin   to   receive.   But   if   rumors   that   reach   him   are   correct,   the   old   stag   is   dead   and   the   kingdom   is   going   through   trouble,   a   perfect   time   to   take   the   dragon   out   of   the   bag.   Lilac   eyes   look   over   at   the   woman,   who   he   remembers   as   younger   and   beautiful   and   completely   head   over   heels   for   his   brother.   He   was   told   she   wept   in   anger   when   the   betrothal   was   broken.   Ser   Jaime   had   told   him   so.  

"What   would   you   want   in   return?   Because   that's   why   you   are   here,   yes?   Negotiate   a   bargain,   perhaps   benefits.   Lannisters   always   land   on   top,   do   they   not?"   He   walks   closer   to   where   she   is   seated   and   he   leans   down,   a   hand   to   cage   the   woman   against   the   chair   and   him,   and   lilac   eyes,   not   quite   indigo   like   his   brother,   but   close   enough   show   danger   behind   his   eyes.   Vengeance   in   his   blood.   "Speak,   and   it   better   be   worth   my   time."

[tofeelthecold]

the rock eaters || accepting

@cagedpotential said: i'm so glad you're here, but why are you here? / serena to jenny!

Jenny smiled at Serena and shrugged. “I got tired of my dad’s constant talk about the gallery and the band and we both know how Dan’s been lately so I got out of the house. And I had an idea for something for you that gala that’s coming up but realized I didn’t have your measurements.”

[banana-bread-connoisseur]

Hi sorry if you’re busy or anything, I just want to know if you’re done with the HC or scenario of Draco with baby!reader as his sibling.. and again, I don’t wanna be a bother if you’re busy that’s OK. You can do another time.

-thank you,🤝💗🌟

OH NY GOODNESS I'M SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND WAS LIKE "SHIT WHAT DO I DO" AND THEN I WAS ON VACATION SO I FORGOT ABOUT IT AND THEN I HAD AN EXAMMMM AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I'M REDOING IT NOW

[venisontransmission]

Guys, we need to leave him alone. For all we know, he could be. Not a twink, I guess. I don't know. He seems like he could probably kill us with those weird tentacle things.

"Oh, believe me, I can absolutely kill you with or without the use of my tentacles! I don't mind the silly argument about sexual positions or the names given to them, that's not the issue at hand - what I mind is when I am looked at oddly for my neutral take on sex. Lucifer forbid someone not want it all the time!"

[mindsafe]

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back - for kenny from uri sdf

@pontevoix || from [X] || ACCEPTING

when he was still alive, his old man used to say: ❛ money buys everything except common sense. ❜

it's too bad that common sense doesn't pay the bills ― gelt does. problem is, shit's hard to come by.

kuchel had already tried to pawn off their mother's necklace: a simple rose charm cast in silver && strung onto a fine curb chain. she would never say so aloud, but she loved that necklace dearly; when she returned from the broker, the light in her eyes had dimmed. && it still wasn't enough.

❛ damn the landlord for jacking up the rent. . . ❜

he promised his sister that he'd figure something out. he promised himself he'd get that necklace back, before some putz with deep pockets beat him to it.

kenny's resourceful. he doesn't have no fancy degree && is currently ‘ in-between jobs ’. but he's resourceful. put him under enough pressure, && he'll shit out a diamond.

he doesn't make a habit out of delinquency. it has nothing to do with self-righteousness or pride; it has everything to do with the look in kuchel's eyes when he comes home reeking of siphoned gasoline, or when she finds the sudden wads of rolled-up bills that kenny insists are just ‘ winnings ’ from the night before. he doesn't make a habit out of delinquency. but if testing the limits of hashem's mercy will pay this month's bills && buy back that fucking necklace, kenny will bend over backwards ― && he does. that's the only way one can really snag a catalytic converter.

it's not overly complicated. kenny practically has it down to an art form. with the right tools, he can weasel into the car's underbelly, hack through the exhaust system, && secure the part in three minutes or less. one guy gets his money, another guy gets his precious metals, && some unlucky bastard has to schedule an appointment with their mechanic. life goes on.

❝--jackpot. ❞ he gloats, fiddling with a reciprocating saw. over the years, his cuts have become more precise && clean ― some days playing with sharp toys feels almost intrinsic. . .

he doesn't hear approaching footsteps, too distracted by the fresh prize under his arm. his trophy is approximately as big as a thing of sourdough; the size should fetch a pretty penny. now, he just has to find a phonebooth-

fingers tap on his back, delicate but with intent: ONCE, TWICE, THRICE. kenny's expression sours. he turns to face the other man, presumably the car's owner, or ( less likely ) some drunk idiot.

❝ . . .is there a problem here? beat it. i'm busy, can't ya tell? ❞

[cryopathiic-a]

((Hi! Mod just letting you know I love your writings and headcannons <3 ))

❝ Okay, children, gather up — ❞

❝ — Papa is still waiting for his Father's Day gift~ ❞

(( Hey hey!! Thank you so much!! Your art is amazing, so lively & cute ^^ and I love the little concepts you have for the ice children ❤️ Thank you so much for your encouraging words & I hope to see more of your content ! ))

[kronulv]

@khalesci asked: ❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜

Winterfell   was   home.   His   spirits   seem   to   have   been   lifted   the   moment   the   Stark   flags   replaced   the   flayed   men   on   the   walls   of   the   castle   and   the   wolves   return   home,   The   North   rejoice   and   Robb's   vigor   seem   to   have   regained   strengths   now   across   the   sea.   He   was   back   home   and   she,   who   now   lay   pressed   against   him   by   the   dining   hall,   as   empty   as   it   was,   for   he   requested   it   so,   close   to   her   own   throne.   He   had   kissed   her   then,   intended   to   just   do   so   but   it   was   never   just   that   with   them,   was   it   now?   There   was   not   that   much   time   for   anything   else,   but   he   had   promised   to   have   her   when   he   return   home.   The   winter   seat   is   much   more   rustic   and   comfortable   than   any   iron   throne   or   Mereen   throne   but   serves   the   purpuse   as   he   had   lay   her   there   on   the   throne   and   sneak   his   hands   inside   her   skirts,   with   a   familiar   ease,   wetting   his   fingers   with   his   mouth   before   toying   with   her   own.   Teasing   the   entrance   and   feeling   her   quiver   under   his   touch.  

"Then   you   better   make   haste,   baby   girl   and   come   with   my   fingers.   You   can   have   the   rest   of   me   later."   He   promises,   hovering   over   her,   a   hand   over   her   cheek,   pressed   against   the   nape   of   her   neck   while   the   other   uses   his   thumb   to   press   against   her   sensitive   bud.   "You   did   promised   me   to   have   your   taste   whenever   I   wanted.   And   I   have   a   desire   for   it   now."   He   kisses   her   cheek,   a   trail   to   her   neck   as   he   incentive   the   move   of   her   hips   with   matching   shift   of   his   fingers,   adding   another   one   for   pressure,   feeling   her   around   them.   "Just   a   little   more,   Daenerys,   I   can   feel   you   how   you   are   so   close.   Are   you   going   to   come   for   me   now?   Let   me   taste   you?"   

[iudiex]

ask the graphic maker! ( accepting ) // @drolliic

6. A graphic you’re proud of

hmmm. i am proud of many of my graphics, especially lately! but these three come to mind:

my neuvillette pinned post graphic, my lyney icon border, and my fu xuan icon border. the last two especially were labors of love. lyney in particular!

17. Name something you would like to improve on/learn

in keeping with the spirit of my last post - apart from cutting shit out, i'd like to get a bit better at utilizing brushes? i find them to be immensely tedious and feel like i don't... use them as well or as much as i should.

18. How long do your graphics usually take?

too long. to those who have commissioned me, your patience is loved and appreciated. but honestly it really depends on the graphic. i am slowest with icon borders / post dividers because there are a lot of little elements. a full set honestly takes me about 4 - 6 hours maybe just depending. but in typical finch fashion, i am either fast as lightning or slow as molasses, really depending on the assets i have available and the complexity of said graphic.