#♛ musings.

[armoredone]

I think one of the saddest aspects about Reiner is that he has such a low opinion of himself that he doesn't realize that he isn't some coward who only pretends to be strong and reliable. That may have been the case at the beginning of their mission when he needed to imitate Marcel to get their duties done, but let's be perfectly clear you can only imitate a twelve year old for so long. Eventually, parts of your own personality ( or in Reiner's case personalities ) will break through.

He is a protector by nature. The big brother role he adopts for the cadets wasn't false in the sense that it wasn't a part of him, it was false because he was lying about his identity. Reiner constantly protected Connie, he made it his mission to make sure Ymir's letter reached Christa, he physically fought Zeke for a chance to rescue Annie, he pushed Mikasa off of Bertholdt and that's just a few moments before returning to Marley.

He also doesn't realize that he is reliable because Porco uses it as a way to berate him. ( No shade, Porco has every right to be #over Reiner lol ) But being a protector firmly continues to be Reiner's role. He throws everything he has into protecting the kiddo candidates, remembering said kids is the only reason he pulled the rifle out of his mouth, he throws himself on Falco and transforms so he wouldn't die when Eren transformed, he only gets the will to fight and protect because Gabi and Falco are screaming for him, he willingly allows himself to almost get ate by Titan Falco, he jumps in front of thunder spears for Annie, and of course the entire final battle where is just locked in and going full tanky battle mode for everyone.

Reiner is a protector, it wasn't an aspect of his personality he falsified because of his friend that got ate for him. It's a part of him that grew with him and he eventually embraced unknowingly. A big part of his character in S4 is that he doesn't care for his own life and safety, that is true, but that doesn't take away the fact that his entire driving force is his desire to protect the people he cares about and whom he aligns with.

I think by the end of it, he finally realizes who he is, and that's why he fights so hard atop of Eren's wild ass spine. He has a reason to keep moving forward, he's a shield, not for Marley, but for his friends and comrades and idk I just think that's beautiful :')

[lionesslyra]

A altivez dos passos diz que é nobre o sangue que corre em ALEERA ORIANNA ESSAEX. Sendo ASTUTA e VINGATIVA, ela foi escolhida como hospedeira e protegida da DEUSA SEKHMET. Aos 25 anos, cursa o NÍVEL II, com aulas extracurriculares de DUELOS MÁGICOS, ESGRIMA, EQUITAÇÃO, MEDITAÇÃO E HARMONIZAÇÃO DIVINA.

I. resumo ✹ II. wanted connections

Mulheres não herdam o trono. Foi isso que Aleera cresceu ouvindo e, embora soubesse que um cargo de igual importância lhe era reservado – o papel de sussurrar, manipular, aconselhar e colocar nobres líderes no caminho correto, mantendo a ordem e a paz no Império – foi impossível não sentir certa insatisfação em relação ao título que jamais lhe pertenceria, primeiro por ser mulher e, mesmo que isso não fosse um empecilho, também jamais alcançaria o trono, já que não era a mais velha das princesas. 

Essa frustração não durou muito tempo, mas moldou os anos iniciais de sua educação e a colocou na busca por ser excelente. Poderia não se tornar Imperatriz, mas decidiu que seria perfeita como khajol. Portanto, mesmo ainda no início de sua educação dentro dos muros do palácio em Ânglia – é claro, quando compreendeu de fato as implicações de seu gênero no contexto social do Império – Aleera mostrava dedicação inabalável em suas lições e estudos. 

Decepcionou sua mãe uma única vez, uma mancha que a acompanha sempre que sente os olhos da Imperatriz Meritaten sobre si. Em sua ingenuidade e espírito aventureiro infantil, Aleera verbalizou durante o jantar sua admiração pelos dragões e seu desejo de se tornar uma montadora. Seu erro, percebido tarde demais, lhe rendeu um longo e desagradável sermão (e sua mãe mais exaltada do que jamais vira), mas a fez compreender que jamais montaria um dragão; esta função não era digna de uma princesa. A ela cabiam as artes da magia e a corte, não a Fronteira e a Guerra. Aleera não discutiu, mas o fascínio pelas criaturas não a abandonou, mas permaneceu para sempre secreto. 

Não soube dizer, a princípio, quem seria a divindade que a escolheria; seus sonhos, sempre disformes e incertos, sempre lhe revelavam imagens desérticas e relacionadas à uma leoa – sempre solitária. Foi somente quando sua curiosidade levou a melhor e ela cedeu à pesquisa, que identificou a divindade como sendo a deusa Sekhmet. 

Suas atividades extracurriculares foram escolhidas não só com base na utilidade, mas também por prazeres pessoais, sendo todas elas fonte de interesse e contentamento para a princesa.

No que tange a decisão de seu pai de abrigar os militares em Ardosia, Aleera não ousou pronunciar uma palavra que fosse, sabendo que a presença dos changelings e seus dragões desagrada (e muito) sua mãe. Secretamente, porém, ela está animada pela hipótese de ter dragões em Hexwood, já que assim poderá vê-los mais de perto do que jamais imaginou.

✹ HER TEMPER ✹

Aqueles fora de seu círculo social a descrevem como fria, distante, e até mesmo arrogante, mas é impossível negar que Aleera mostra elegância nos mais singelos movimentos, seja num sorriso (por mais raros que estes sejam) ou num gesto das mãos ao manusear seu pincél.

O carinho ela reserva para aqueles mais próximos em seu círculo de amizades, embora não se pode em seus relacionamentos, afinal, flertar nunca fez mal a ninguém. Rumores acerca de suas preferências tendem a dizer que tanto rapazes quanto garotas já caíram em seus charmes.

É ambiciosa e está sempre correndo atrás da sua melhor versão, buscando as maiores notas e os melhores resultados tanto nas aulas regulares da Academia quanto em suas atividades extracurriculares.

Apesar de um membro da família real, Aleera não é de se limitar pelos ideais alheios - se gostar da pessoa se aproximará, senão não e ponto. O mesmo vale para aqueles cuja presença possa ser interessante ou vantajosa, mesmo que não seja bem visto em seu âmbito familiar quando se tratando de changelings.

É persistente (teimosa aos olhos de algumas pessoas) e dedicada, e jamais vai desistir de perseguir algo que acredita ser capaz de alcançar ou de lutar pelo que acha certo. Seus treinamentos e meditação a tornaram alguém quase sempre paciente (créditos dados aos seus irmãos e irmãs) e perspicaz. Contudo, é extremamente autocrítica, sempre acreditando que não alcançou o ápice de seu potencial, sempre achando algo que ainda deve ser aprimorado. Aleera não aceita o próprio fracasso.

Em seus relacionamentos interpessoais, a princesa é carinhosa com aqueles que gosta, leal até os ossos àqueles que a conquistam e é uma amiga protetora, sempre oferecendo conselhos (mesmo quando estes não lhe são pedidos). É alguém com quem se pode ficar em silêncio confortável, mas também adora uma boa bagunça (uma travessura, uma escapada…) e é impiedosa quando é confrontada em combate - não hesita em machucar alguém se necessário. No que diz respeito ao romance, por ser um membro da família imperial, ela sabe estar destinada a um casamento político e, por isso, não tem expectativa alguma de encontrar o amor.

[mindsafe]

character headcanon generator: KENNY ACKERMAN italicized are the ones i agree with tagged by:   @calcitration <3 tagging:  @pontevoix, @chaoslulled, @m-11o, @witswords, @viitlumi,

01. kenny wakes up on november 1st and starts decorating for christmas

i write modern! AU kenny as jewish && even if i didn't, he firmly believes that anyone who starts decorating for christmas before december 1st should be shot

02. kenny is an extrovert

he's more of an ambivert. but it goes deeper than that: he likes the distraction of being around people more than he actually likes people; && he prefers to be left alone but hates being alone ( otherwise he's alone with his own thoughts )

03. kenny is a simp

remember, this is the same man who was down so bad for uri reiss that he completely forgot about the whole bloodline extermination thing

04. kenny is a top

yes

05. kenny enjoys doing taxes

kenny enjoys evading taxes.

06. kenny is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them

yes && no? generally, he can pick up on when someone is attracted to him; but if it goes beyond something purely physical, he's going to assume that there's a catch ( he's more so mistrustful && deeply self-loathing than he is 'oblivious' )

07. kenny can't sit in a chair properly

kenny sits in chairs just like any other “ law abiding ” bisexual would ( badly )

08. kenny listens to 80s music

not exclusively 80's music, but in his modern! AU kenny is absolutely a classic rock enjoyer - including a bunch of bands/artists from the 80's

09. kenny has a very low alcohol tolerance

no he will drink you under the table 100% pls don't challenge him unless you got that dog in you ( your name is moblit berner )

10. kenny ackerman is awful with kids

...i don't think i need to elaborate

[snowfyres]

I'm like going to movie this blog. I'm going to try and be more strict with follows. It feels i only interact with 10% of my dash and only 2% answers back.

[heavens-sin]

“i’m fine !!  i’m independent !!  i don’t need you !!”

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Valentino’s grin stretched wider, sharp and wolfish, as he pushed himself up from his seat. Each step he took toward Angel was deliberate, predatory. The room seemed to darken with his approach, his shadow looming large over his baby's form before him.

❝  Oh, really, Angel? Independent, huh? That’s cute. But let’s not forget who made you, who gave you everything you’ve got. You think you don’t need me? Babe, without me, you’re just another nobody scraping by in the gutter. You wouldn’t last a week out there on your own.  ❞  He reached out, his hand cupping Angel's chin with a grip  ❝  Let me spell this out for you, Angelcakes,  ❞  he hissed, his tone now venomous, all pretense of charm gone. ❝  You don’t get to decide when you're done with me. You don’t get to pretend you’re something you’re not.  ❞  

He leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against Angel's cheek. ❝  You think you can just waltz outta here? Start over? Sweetheart, the only reason you’re still standing is because I let you. Independent? That’s a joke. You belong to me.  ❞  

Releasing Angel with a sharp shove, Valentino straightened his clothes, his grin returning but colder now.  ❝  Don’t test me, dollface. You won’t like what happens next. now  Vente aquí para sentarte en mi regazo, mi angelito❞  

[blindfoldcd]

"Hmm..." It seems as though she is lost in deep thought, brilliant blue irises out of focus as they stare out of the window, a book open in front of her, abandoned.

[kinglywarden]

What does your soul smell like?

Coffee

key words: intelligent, old soul, complex. you are an extremely thoughtful individual with a creative mind and loving heart. being around you is like sinking into a warm bath. there's something truly wise about the advice you give others, and being in your presence leaves others feeling warm, reassured, and inspired. compatible with: coffee, candle smoke, freshly baked bread.

tagged by: @oceanicxeyes & @theweredrifter tagging: @hopewrought, @scndor, @winterreigned, and anyone else!

[mocksfate]

we are SO back (dragon age rpc)

[armoredone]

META 01. home.

It was their goal to return, the only hope three former kids could long for after the atrocities they had done. Home. He'd return and his mother would finally look at him and see someone worthwhile, the piece of the puzzle that'd make her dreams of being on with Marley true, he only had to make it. But when did the lines that make up home so blurred? Before he had been so passionate about their goal, and the role he had stepped into in the cadets had just been a fabrication, a reliable young man who cared for these devils, what better way to hide his disdain. And yet when he laughed at a joke Connie made it was never forced, or when he helped Sasha cook he never felt annoyed, only a warmth and joy once the ingredients melded together into a tasty concoction that Sasha adored.

Reiner didn't have time to think about how he never laughed so freely in Liberio. He never hummed some unknown tune whilst cooking with his mother. Thinking about it for too long only made him seek refuge, finding peace in the empty barracks, fists curled around the nearest bunk, breaths ragged as he feels his mind switch between two different Reiners. The one who longed for home and the one who had begun discovering home.

Bertholdt was the one constant, a comforting hand on his shoulder felt as reassuring as when their limbs entangled together upon their bunk. If he squinted Reiner could still picture them in the very same positions back in Marley, younger, terrified of the future, of the unknown, yet still them. Boys holding onto one another for dear life, tangible so neither of them would disappear when they blink. Everything his friend did was a comfort, his sleeping positions, the constant of his breathing, the way his lips curled into the slightest smile whenever someone did anything amusing, the warmth of his skin when Reiner is at his weakest and he buries his face in the crook of that neck.

Home. Would it feel as good as the grip Bertholdt unknowingly had on his heart? Was it selfish of him to question if it would ever feel as good? His one goal was to please his mother, make her happy, become worthwhile, but how did any of that make sense when the pride he felt standing beside his comrades made his eyes well up with tears? Streaks that only fall down his cheeks when he's alone and he has to angrily wipe them away before someone sees. A warrior shouldn't cry, not for standing beside devils.

At this point it was the only thing keeping him going, the only thread that kept his mind and heart from spilling over into a mess of attachments he shouldn't have. Bertholdt deserved to go home, Annie deserved to go home. He'd finish their goal and they would, no distractions, only fleeting moments of solace wrapped up together on a wooden bunk.

He'd make it home. Even if the deepest part of his being new the truth. He had already made it home.

[elliehallers]

Wash me in the water, you can cut off all my hair.

And I'll be changin' like the weather, but I'll never be like him.

'Cause blood is thick, but water is forever.

And I'm stiffer than a board, lighter than a feather.

And that girl will be a problem only if you let her.

And I left her back home, but I cannot forget her.

– Halsey ("Hurt Feelings")

[mvltimvse]

use this generator to create headcanons for your muse. post 5 to 10 results you agree with.

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀.

Ambessa can't make the voices go away. Ambessa has chronic nightmares. Ambessa knocks people over by hugging them. Ambessa has a sword under their bed. Ambessa is great with kids.

𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐋.

Wyll wears Hello Kitty socks. Wyll desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one. Wyll is a very good singer. Wyll sings in the shower. Wyll is going to heaven.

𝐂𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄-𝟔.

If Cayde-6 likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock. Cayde-6 tells dad jokes. Cayde-6 is smart but also very stupid. Cayde-6 is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them. Cayde-6 can kill you in an instant, but wont.

tagged by: technically, @fielleuse tagging: you, the viewer.

[snowfyres]

upcoming muses:

[und3rlnd]

three more chicago med muses... an internal medicine dr working the er. a neonatal specialist. and a dual pediatrics/pediatric surgeon.

[heavens-sin]

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ╰─▸ ❝ @hellcrwn has entered the studio ! ╱╱ ︵ . . ⌗ sc ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

❝ oh? well who do we have here?? ❞ his voice a very subtle purr. ❝ Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such an lovely specimen! You don't want a role, do you? Because I could make you a star. ❞

[zobriezalarys]

updated affiliated and mains list.

[mocksfate]

@goddessrisen / ♡ .

“ so. ” truth be told, melava doesn’t quite know where to start. she herself is the first one to abhor unfounded rumors and idle gossip, yet, when said hearsays happen to be about the very saint the dalish warrior’s supposed to speak for, well … it gets complicated. on one hand, if there is even a tiny speck of truth among those many speculations, it could make her life a little easier. on the other, it all simply sounds too absurd to be real. crossing her arms, the inquisitor leans back on her chair: unfortunately, she’s never been one to dance around topics. “ there is no easy way to put this. ” a pause to take a deep breath, her voice lowers significantly when she asks –  “ are you really andraste? ”