#♛ musings.

[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.

[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

[firecndblood]

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)

[zobriezalarys]

updated affiliated and mains list.

[mindsafe]

MUSE: Kurapika

❝--i do not fear death. what i fear is that my RAGE will one day fade away. ❞

NAME: kurapika AGE: 17 - 19 GENDER: GNC ( gender non-conforming ) ORIENTATION: gay MBTI: INTJ

BIO:

kurapika is the last survivor of the kurta clan. he is a blacklist ( bounty ) HUNTER && current leader of the organization founded by light nostrade. he is a member of the zodiacs, with the codename: ❛ rat ❜. his goal is to avenge his clan && recover the remaining scarlet eyes. [ X ]

VERSES:

TBA

RELATIONSHIPS:

TBA

**CONTENT WARNING: PTSD, genocide, torture, body horror, arachnophobia

[firecndblood]

Im trying to make a comeback here.

[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. ❞

[blindfoldcd]

pick some art off Pinterest and i'll assign you a celestial entity

Your Result: star

like stars, you are effervescent and indefinable. stars somehow feel simultaneously within your grasp but infinitely far. people devotedly pour all their hopes and dreams out to you, spill their secrets, and bare their souls for the unique, special joy of gaining your favor. you are a special person to be around. being with you is like flying—weightless and exciting. you are sympathetic and can’t help trying to help everyone even when you’ve already got enough on your plate. you try to make everyone else’s dreams come true at the same time as yours. you are warm—not in an outwardly radiating way but at your very core. in your thoughts, and intentions, and desires. like stars, you can be fickle, shifting according to the season and twinkling like you might wink out of existence at any moment. however, you make up for it in your extraordinary qualities—stars guide sailors to new lands, remind us to keep dreaming, and give us a reason to keep looking up. you are a beautiful and extraordinary person. even if people don't quite understand you, they admire and appreciate you. you inspire them to keep dreaming. you sometimes miss what once was and have a hard time letting go. you find nostalgia simultaneously comforting and heartbreaking. yet you still manage to move forward. you also have a hard time seeing the value of your own innate brightness, yet still, think highly of yourself and what you have to offer the world. you somehow never manage to lose your spirit. you are the light that never goes out, against all the odds. you are the essence of art, creation, and beauty. the lightness of laughter. the shaky peace following a good cry. you are simultaneously cold-tempered with a warm core. you are beautiful and beloved and faithfully enduring. remember to take care of yourself the same way you do others. don’t burn out on us, we need you around <3

[silentaura]

i may not have many spoons atm and im struck with horrible creative block lately , but i would totally be down to plot out any pre-established relationships / dynamics between muses . this goes for any of my blogs . <3 be my muses' friend . be my muses' worst nightmares . be their moms .

[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? ”

[ahelluvahigh]

‘ FUCK YES ‘

"I would rather die."

"No, nu-uh, no, you stay the fuck away from me. And her."

The her.

"Yeah, sure. Why not! I wanna find out what the hype's about."

"Daddy~"

"Yeeeeah. No. Fuck you. With a brick. "

"My dad would die-- and then I'd inherit everything, sooo... call me."

"Can't say I'm not intrigued~"

No words just. This face.