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[iedarperzys]

Laena   had   travelled   to   Harrenhal   the   moment   news   had   arrived   at   Dragonstone   that   Daemon   had   taken   the   haunted   castle.   What   a   wretched   place   to   be,   and   she   does   not   trust   anyone   in   the   House   Strong   to   leave   him   there   with   just   his   army.   "Did   you   think   I   would   let   you   be   here   on   your   own?   Personally,   I   believe   marriage   involves   being   haunted   by   this   castle   together."   Her   arm   folds   around   his   arm   before   the   half   burn   weirwood   on   the   grounds   of   the   place.   @dastardlydaemon

Even   now,   those   blood   faces   carved   in   the   trees   the   First   Men   wordshipped   put   her   uneasy.   No   dragon   should   be   on   their   own,   and   Laena   understands   his   nature.   "I   was   to   send   Mysaria   here   but   she   seems   to   be   helping   Rhaenyra   with   plans."   At   least   she   is   planning.   That   was   good,   that   meant   things   were   finally   moving   and   they   could   rest   at   ease.   He   already   looks   like   he   had   bad   nights   rest   and   she   does   not   dare   to   ask,   but   regardless,   she   wants   to   know.   "They   say   a   witch   lives   in   these   grounds."   Laena   said,   shifting   to   press   closer   to   him   in   the   cold,   using   the   fire   of   his   skin   to   warm   her   own.   "You   must   be   careful."

[conjinkies]

HM LOOK AT THAT THE LIGHTS ARE BACK ON

[ripcrispyblonde]

( ミ☆ open

jessica hadn't even been paying attention to the date, she was still recovering from trying to have fun on halloween like she used to. but the lingering gazes and how on edge everyone around her seemed to be had been enough of a hint for the blonde to gaze at the calendar and subsequently remember the significance of november second. ❝ i'd appreciate it if you would stop looking at me like i'm going to spontaneously combust. i'm right here, alive, and i'm f i n e. ❞ 

[bravevolunteer]

why does the blob exist if they're not gonna do anything with it. if we're GONNA completely fuck up the ending of ffps can we at least have some fun with it. i want a confrontation between them and michael where they're just like oh hey puppet boy how's it been since the last fire you and the old man fucked up

[onigiram]

TAGS. i didn't like the other ones asjbfjbsdjgb

[acearohippo]

Ok, now that we have the original soundtrack version of Without You

and the version on the Immortal Fire album

Can someone who's blessed in musical editing make a smooth combined version so we can have a 4-5 minute version now? 😩😩 like DAMN why wasn't snowight's verse on the original song TOO?? Could've had a whole 5 minutes of this BOP. An actual, full produced song. 😫😫😫

DISLYTE. PLEASE. JUST COMBINE THE TWO SONGS AND RELEASE IT FULL. why do they do this? Give us 3-9 different versions of the same song 😭❓❓❓‼️

EDIT: So, if YouTube is to be trusted, it's snowight on both versions, but his flow and timbre (and lyrics!) are WAY different between the two. The newest upload sounds casually arrogant/confident antihero theme while the may release version sounds like your generic zero to hero motivating song.

Which, again, would make a FANTASTIC SINGULAR SONG FOR MATEO. DAMNIT DISLYTE. THE DUALITY.

[kuroimibojin]

TAG DUMP.

[flameleads]

tag dump #4

[faerieheart]

tag drop. 👸🏼

[iedarperzys]

"who   does   father   plan   to   leave   driftmark   for?"   he   seems   to   think   neither   joffrey   or   her   girls   are   worthy   of   the   title   and   he   never   thought   of   her   as   heir   to   driftmark   either.   it   makes   sense   it   would   pass   to   laenor's   children   but   he   seems   to   refuse   the   idea   all   together.   she   stares   at   seasmoke   by   the   bay,   restless,   something   bothering   the   dragon   and   laena   wishes   to   know   what.  

it's   no   good   news,   perhaps   the   dragon   wishes   to   be   bonded,   and   it's   searching   for   a   new   mount,   however   much   that   hurts.   "daemon   has   send   word   this   morning.   he   has   taken   harrenhal."   now   the   matter   of   taking   the   riverlands   was   only   a   matter   of   organizing   tropes.   at   least   that   would   make   rhaenyra   more   at   ease,   but   she   never   doubted   their   her   husband. @nvrqn

[boygirlctommy]

i keep getting distracted from actually drawing bcus i really like this song man

[ripcrispyblonde]

( ミ☆ open

❝  you're holding back. that kind of -- defeats the purpose -- of this, doesn't it? ❞ pale skin glistening with a sheen of sweat regardless, jessica grabbed her water bottle from the ground and took a long sip. since finding out about monsters, those moments of feeling so helpless as the demon sneered in her face, honing in on her fighting skills has been her only priority. if she's always going to have that label of potential target over her head, she's going to make damn sure that any other attackers were met with the bitter disappointment of underestimating her. any morsel of information on how to defeat demons and the demon inside of brady would have been toast, but maybe that was her ego talking.

❝  i'm sure i can go find someone to piss off enough to get some real practice in, if you're just going to let me knock you. ❞

[aetrnalis]

[hymns-across-the-stars]

The Artificer's halfway into a pipe when he starts to speak, only poking her head back out to look at him at first. But the more Atreus speaks of the mural, the more she pulls herself out and back to his side, tilting her head up to inspect the thing as well.

Yes. Did not know meaning of this one. Did know as one of silly symbols for the nature of living, she says after a long pause. Natural urges, the god-pup calls. Chains. But survival is no chain; only a will to live.

And what point is there to life if you do not hold that will? She had never understood Five Pebbles's disdain for them, nor the way he acts as if she is shackled by her own actions. It was her choice, her drive, her reason to live; if that is something his kin thought was worth being ashamed of, she does not care for their opinion.

But Atreus is curious. There isn't an inherent problem with that, even if maybe the way his eyes shine reminds her of a pup gazing up at pearls and sends a shiver down her spine. He could probably figure it out without her aid, too, reading the symbols they pass by as they head down toward the access shaft. He could even try to ask Pebbles about them himself if he still had questions. She doesn't need to say anything more on the matter.

Yet, as she looks up at the symbol that she recognizes well enough—not as a light at a karma gate or one on its own, but a part of the one painted on the mask she left in Metropolis—she feels... something. The other part of the chieftain's mark she knew for a long time, the status they indicated together as well. But now knowing what this half meant, the basic meaning of that mark must've meant...

The Artificer squeezes her eye shut, huffing a small cloud of smoke from her nose before turning back toward the pipe.

More on the way down, she half-growls, the noise sticking in her throat like a too-large chunk of meat. Know one of the others.

Then she slips into the pipe, leading the boy toward the access shaft. For the one immediately after, she has nothing to say: it means gluttony, but she only knows that via Pebbles, so that hardly counts. The Artificer is content to listen to whatever more Atreus might say, but ultimately, she continues downward.

It's the one after that, where she falls to the floor with an unusual delicateness from noticeably lowered gravity, that makes her jerk her head to the mural. This one had always stung to pass by before; it is no easier to look at now.

This one. Means companionship. Exchange. Sign of allies. All of them true, from what she learned long ago. All easy to break or betray over petty things.

The sight of the city in the far distance made Atreus pause for a moment to take in the sight; great towering masses of steel rising into the sky, so high up that he could see the twinkling stars and the moon in the deep blue of the heavens above. It was beautiful, even with the drab grey-brown of miles of ancient metal spanning in every direction he could see. If he had the time, he would've sketched a picture for later; instead, he followed along after Artificer and listened intently as she spoke.

Atreus was no stranger to gods, but the ones he was familiar with were a stark contrast to the Metal God that she spoke of. He had first-hand experience with facing those who let power go to their heads, Heimdall and Odin being particular examples; the former had the power to hear the true thoughts of people around him, though he had no means of blocking them out - ultimately turning him into a petty and vindictive man who sneered at and belittled any he saw as beneath him. Which was almost everyone that wasn't Odin. And as for the All-Father... well, he could simply be summed up as the result of someone who took the pursuit of knowledge to the extreme. A charismatic monster who wasn't afraid of hurting anyone to get what he wanted.

He didn't really have much reason to think so considering that he hadn't even met them yet, but he hoped the Metal God wouldn't be like either of them.

After he scaled the crumbling ladder after Artificer, the sight of the mural naturally draws pause from Atreus once again. Everything about it caught his eye, from the elaborate patterning of the background to the figure depicted. Human, and yet so utterly alien in comparison - were these the ones long-departed that she had mentioned?

Another thing to come back to later. The symbol, however, was of particular interest to him - because the meaning suddenly clicked in place within his mind's eye. Another blessing of his demigod blood.

"The symbols on these murals - I think they have meanings," he'd start. He didn't know whether the other slugcat actually knew that (or if she even had a interest in such things in the first place), but he continued nonetheless as he pointed up to the one painted over where the figure's face likely would've been. "The one up here means survival, though I'm not really sure if it's supposed to have another meaning."

[kamipyre]

@mythvoiced sent in: Word of advice, stopping for a moment, going a little slower, listening a little longer, widening your peripherals just by taking the time to look around the room, stopping to read between the lines might make growing closer to others easier~ (based on her personality descriptions~) || advice that'll go for miles ( ft. word of advice meme. )

For a long moment, she stares at the other person- if it weren’t for the paper being folded over and over in her hand, you might think she was frozen in place. Her therapist has said something similar, hasn’t he? He once suggested gently that she slows down a little- she’s still young so she ought to ‘stop and smell the roses on the side of the road’ while there’s still a chance.

That last statement made absolutely no sense to her- for one thing, they live in LA, where sun never seems to go down. If there were roses on the side of the road, they’re not going to last long enough for anyone to sniff them let alone notice in the first place.

Isn’t that what life working in the LAPD is like anyways? In a sea of cases where the truth is more often gruesome than ideal, it’s better to compartmentalize or even better yet, keep looking forward. Let yourself fall apart for even a moment and it’ll be even harder to put yourself back together.

At least that’s how one of her co-workers put it once. It’s no wonder everyone in the office has some kind of sense of humor. It’s a necessity- a little light in the midst of the dark. Everything is go, go, go because stopping even just once invites the chance of shattering.

And she can’t afford that. Not yet.

“…Maybe,” she says finally, hands transforming the paper into a sakura blossom. “But I can’t stop now. Not when I haven’t found them, yet.”

[morovozanya]