#「 ♛. ( short ) ❜

[mindsafe]

what does your heart look like?

KENNY ACKERMAN: a bird struggling to get loose; your heart can never hold still. it pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. when was the last time you were certain? the last time your life was stable? maybe this is how you prefer things. on the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. you chase one goal after the next. can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

tagged by: @calcitration ♡

tagging: @pontevoix, @chaoslulled, @deiikara, @w4rche1f, @usagimen, YOU!!!

[heroesoath]

it's summer and this is still valid to post.

[venisontransmission]

Foster in the middle of all these tall/buff alternates, sweating:

[zobriezalarys]

i want him carnally.

[ocelberich]

. kaeya alberich has joined the adventurer's guild !

# OCELBERICH ━━━ private, roleplay blog for kaeya alberich of genshin impact; interpreted & loved by barely ( any pronouns ); affiliated with gnostic hymns.

portrayal notes.

as stated in the handbook, i prefer to use the chinese dub for kaeya's characterization though i will likely compare it to english & japanese dubs for nuance. though i play the game in english, my preference differs.

a slightly major difference, to me, between the dubs is that, unlike in the english & japanese versions, kaeya sounds more similar to a teasing, older brother figure that you know nothing of, rather than the handsome mysterious companion that i'm familiar with as an english-player. ( though this isn't to say that he isn't a handsome mysterious companion of ours. it's simply a matter of how heavy one mood is compared to the other. ) his inflection is different between performances, of course, but i rather enjoy the tone SUN YE chose to use in his. thus, my kaeya will be written with such.

last canon appearance is, correct me if i'm wrong: version 3.8, secret summer paradise, thus he will be written as of then!

though i keep a document on all muse-related dialogue & information that is constantly updating, i have yet to fully make my document relating to khaenri'ah. so, if you see me yapping incorrectly and want to politely vibe check me, please do! i welcome all vibe checks.

though kaeya's application was written exactly one month ago, i did not expect to write him and, thus, am a bit shy about how i may portray him. this is simply to say that, yes, i will make mistakes, so please be patient with me.

patience, too, comes with shipping. while kaeya is friendly, his ability to recognize certain bonds as real will come late and in due time as a result of his distrust in the world & and himself. while i'm open to shipping romantically, i'll be leaving that to ooc discussions before anything is incorporated on the dash. likewise, my headcanon of kaeya being demiromantic will swiftly be realized, as romance is a wary concept to him.

for now, that's all! thank you for reading and i hope to write with you in the near future 💕

navigation.

i. handbook ━━━ includes mun information, blog rules, art credit, writing specifics, & more! ii. character ━━━ if you click this link, you sell your soul to me in a blood pact because the about doc is nowhere near finished and i made sure to warn you beforehand iii. talents ━━━ necessary talent page, as of the affiliated group's rule

tags explained.

♛ ━━━ ❝ what is treason to the bloodied plumes of royalty? ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . ( all posts that are "in character", hence the tag )

♛ ━━━ ❝ whoops! the cavalry captain without his cavalry! ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . ( all posts that are "out of character", ex. shitposts, maintenance, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ they will know him as the captain with a crown of lies beneath his cape ・ 【 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘 】 . ( reblogged art, including possible art by the mun, of the muse )

♛ ━━━ ❝ the incarnate of a hunted bird's misery ・ 【 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 】 . ( posts centered around a muse's headcanons, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ to enjoy is to consume; to consume is to sacrifice ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 . ( all reblogged posts with prompts, ask memes, sentence starters and the likes )

♛ ━━━ ❝ he is what a father has made him; what a nation expects of him ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 】 . ( all posts that are replies to an ask, excluding threads made from certain asks )

♛ ━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 . ( the threads tag )

♛ ━━━ ❝ support tag ・ 【 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 】 . ( support tags for all muses this muse interacts with, always liable to change )

[iudiex]

the urge to write something silly and halloween themed for neu.vivi...

[cryopathiic-a]

"Thank you for looking out for me." (owo what's this (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) post-stall keeper trauma!)

The way back was laden with a discomforting silence. Ever so often, some nearby cricket chirping or the occasional fox shining its glistening gaze between the shrubs provided some measure of companionship. Dōma had not uttered a single word. He could hear the rhythmic pulse of the boy's jugular in between each footfall. The commotion was long behind them now. Especially after several detours to ensure the way back would be made as confusing as possible.

His mother was probably sound asleep back home now. At the only place they could call home, anymore. And now Inosuke knew just what lies outside the temple walls. Greedy, petty humans. Even if they aren't demons. At least demons require the sustenance. Humans become cruel for the sake of being cruel. In that way, maybe the Lord Founder can finally lay claim to humanity as well.

He tells himself that it's his own benevolence stopping him from holding a grudge against that man from the goldfish stall.

Thank you.

The monster's expression remains blank, staring ahead even as quietly spoken words break the silence between them. He doesn't look angry. But the usual smirk is missing from his visage as well. There's a lot missing from his face, in that moment.

Without a sound, prismatic eyes creep to the corner of his vision, catching a glimpse of bag in the boy's grip. Speckles of orange fins catching a glimmer under the moonlight. His own creation shines the brightest; but hovers eeriely still amidst the bag, with the others circling it like a ritual of sorts.

❝ ... Don't put them in the ponds. The bigger ones will eat them. I'll give you a jar to put them in. ❞ There's no forced smiles this time.

[lionfanged]

also now that atticus is above forty + bcuz i have seen it in ppl’s rules and know it is a Thing(TM), imma announce it to the world very loudly that i will ship atticus with anybody over age of twenty, so beware of ye olde age gap nonsense on this blog if u hate that. once you hit twenty its that kind of funky area where there might be a power imbalance, there might not be! but they are two consenting adults and if you’re caught up more in the age difference than the actual context of the situation, then ur welcome to dip on out of my follows.

‘but he’s old enough to be someone’s dad--’ yeah and he’s hot, already has two kids with zero interest in more, and has fat tits. moving on.

[iilahalzili]

Oh hey look what was found in the files: Boy Band™

[venisontransmission]

"Every Vox ever is too tall."

[sugusshi]

ITS MATTSUN BIRTHDAY TOMORROW AJSJJS FUCK

[garagesesh]

HOTD Headcanons

i can hear the bells // p.1 & p.2

gif source

⤷ pairing(s): aegon ii targaryen x reader & cregan stark x reader ⤷ warning(s): mentions of sex, alcohol, general rudeness ⤷ a/n: please forgive me for Aegon 😖 part two with jace and aemond will be up soon…hopefully i acquired a hand injury today soooo… whoops lol

―✧˖° ♛ °˖✧―

★ cregan stark

The betrothal came with Jace after his security of the north and the Stark’s oath. You were to fly in a fortnight to Winterfell and become Lady Stark. You find yourself in tears at night but Baela spends all night with you, making you feel better about your new northern life.

You struggle but understand that you will be alone at your binding to Lord Stark. Your family is at the precipice of war and they need the alliance

The North is cold and sparse but it’s expansive desolation is half the charm. The cold will get taking used to

There is no reception and few words at your arrival other than Lord Stark, Sara Snow, and a half dozen of his men. It’s cordial and quick, as there is war to attend to

On the morning of, Cregan’s half-sister is warm and lovely, braiding your hair in the Targaryen way but dressing you in the Stark. It is foreign but quickly becoming familiar

As you walk towards the weirwood under the swirling, quiet snow, you mourn the absence of your mother and siblings. Your father, who has long since perished within the scarred halls of Harrenhal and Luke whose death still makes you shed tears.

Cregan is handsome, ruggedly so. He’s not the man you envisioned yourself with but he will more than do. You like his frost bitten cheeks and his long brown hair. You like the furs that surround his body that make him seem warm and inviting. He’s also almost a head taller than you, you can’t help the blush that creeps up your cheeks. You hope he chalks it up to the cold.

Cregan did not imagine marrying a Targaryen princess. But he can hardly look at you, for you are far more beautiful than he had imagined

He surprises you with a feast, not with any flowers or the grandeur of the weddings you attended in childhood but there is music, food, and people dancing. You learn quickly that the Northerner's like to have fun and enjoy a good party.

Your and Cregan’s first dance is nothing short of awkward but it’s full of laughter as he spins you around and as you step on his toes. His large hands encases your own as he guides you through the dance floor.

You forget about what’s brewing in the south and relish in the feast, while simultaneously falling in love with your husband

The bedding ceremony comes around and Cregan’s timid at first. He’s unwilling to hurt you. Sweet and kind, Cregan is not rough for now

You think forever could be lovely with him

★ aegon ii targaryen

The two of you have been betrothed since your fifth name day and doomed from the beginning

It isn’t love at first sight, not at all. In fact, he gives you the look of disgust when you first meet at his sixteenth name day tourney. Aegon makes it a point to make fun of your clothing and insults your intellect, of which he is lacking you muse.

There’s not many more meetings between the two of you before the queen suggests you acquire a room at the keep. You’re not thrilled but you cannot refuse.

It’s not until a month has passed since your arrival to the Red Keep that he decides to acknowledge your presence. There are moments in the months leading up to your union that he’s almost sweet, almost affectionate with you. In the ways that he touches your wrist, brings you things you might enjoy, or spends most of his time with you

Over time you start to believe that maybe there is love there. That you and Aegon can come to be companions and lovers. At least you can say that you are falling in love with him

On your wedding day, he takes the white and silver cloak adorned with twin Direwolves and crimson red Weirwood leaves and practically throws it to the side.

His kiss is sloppy, uncouth, and embarrassing. You don’t reciprocate instead choosing to wait out the shameless display.

Aegon gets drunk at the reception.

Far into his bottle of wine, he calls you the wolf whore. The northern barbarian, he whispers in your ear. That’s when you decide you have had enough

You’re sure that if your brother was able to join the festivities away from the castle, he would have killed Aegon

You go to bed alone on your wedding night, tears stain your sheets and serious thoughts of running away plague your mind

It’s almost dawn when there’s a knock at the door and the creak of it’s hinges stirring you from slumber, he’s quiet and tentative something you hadn’t experienced with Aegon. He crawls into the bed, but doesn’t approach your form.

He’s nervous Aegon confesses, stranger to the unknown feeling of love and respect from anyone. That there has been no teaching of what love could be or is. He admits that he could see himself learning with you

[hysteria-things]

♛ THREE ° •

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get a very interesting invitation from the one and only matthew sturniolo.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SUGGESTIVE, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 295

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: SO SORRY this is insanely short i’m not feeling good but also i want there to be more details in the next part😭

you can’t help but stare intently at your phone screen for the past five minutes. the tour ended for the boys a few days ago. chris won, but you and matt have been talking if he’s not busy nonstop. you’re honestly not sure if he told his brothers about you yet.

it’s pretty late, and you have been texting before bed. you did not think it would lead to this.

“you are so fake for leaving me to go to L.A. for your boyfriend matthew sturniolo.” hannah says for what feels like the thirtieth time, folding your clothes and helping you pack.

since you have no idea how long you’re staying for, you have two suitcases sprawled on your bed. you roll your eyes at the girl, zipping the suitcase and placing it on the ground. “i met him two weeks ago, he is certainly not my boyfriend.”

“not yet.” she winks.

“in all honesty, i don’t think this will last.” you sigh. “i mean, he’s incredibly famous, and a hundred girls gawk over him every day.”

she blinks at you, crossing her arms and popping a hip out. she’s giving you the are you serious? look. “girl.” she starts. “you guys have been texting every day, and he invited you to fly out to his house in L.A. — which he’s paying for. let alone you had sex with him. i don’t know him as well as you do, but i don’t think he’s the type to do that with any girl he lays eyes on. am i right, or am i right?”

you stay silent for a beat before speaking. “you’re right.”

“i know i am.” she smiles. “now let’s finish packing those bags. you got an early flight to los angeles tomorrow.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[s0ulryo]

Domestic König Drabble ♛*:･ﾟ

[König x Reader] Synopsis: Lazy mornings with König. Tags: Softish headcanon, kinda mundane, there’s no konig content so i wrote this in 10 minutes to feed the children, short, I forgot the other tags Notes: Prolly ooc n not proofread, konig is so silly and i love him, i also feel like i wrote this in a super weird format but whatever

(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)

It’s unusual to wake up next to König, but it’s never an unwelcome occasion; what’s more remarkable is waking up before him.

König is a restless man, a man who can’t sit still, a man who struggles with sleeping for long periods. His job is demanding — and sleep is usually a luxury. So imagine your surprise when you wake up before him.

Shifting to get the sun out of your eyes, you continue to stare at him; albeit it might be a bit creepy to anyone else, you can't help but continue to stare.

It’s a pleasant sight; he looks like he's at peace. A heavy arm resting over your waist, warmth radiating from König's body, the soft glow of the sun peaking through your windows — it’s nice just to be able to admire him.

It’s nice to admire the small scars that litter his face, the way his hair falls over his face slightly, and the rise and fall of his chest. It's just nice to admire him.

You wish he could come to your home more — you wish his job weren’t so dangerous. He leaves so often, and you’re never sure if he’ll come back to you alive, but you know that it is one of the only places he’s ever felt like he'd belong in, so you’ll never try to take that away from him.

You’re just thankful to have moments like these where he’s next to you.

You shift again to brush the hair away from his face, tracing over his scars in the process — carving every single detail of him into your memory.

Suddenly, König’s grip on your waist tightens. Groaning, he tugs you closer to him, mumbling something in German before pulling you even closer into his chest. Chuckling, you try to get closer to him, letting him nuzzle his head between your neck and shoulder.

“Good morning dear, what would you like to eat?” You say softly, looking up at him.

No response.

“König..?” You say, attempting to move out of bed.

He lets out a grunt and tugs you down into his chest, wrapping both his arms around you — effectively trapping you.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while….” He says, shifting again to place more of your body weight onto him.

Smiling at his antics, you let out a satisfied hum; you snuggle closer to him, letting the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his breathing lull you back to sleep.

Mornings like these are rare occasions that you are incredibly thankful for.

[lionfanged]

CURIOUS HYPOTHETICALS. // accepting!

@possets : but what if there's only one bed? what then?

" then we'll either share it, if it is large enough, or i can sleep on the floor. it likely isn't good for you to sleep on hard surfaces, i imagine. "

baizhu seemed the sort that if the bed were slightly too tough, it would break his paper skin and glass bones. atticus did not want to be responsible for those circumstances, if avoidable.

[forthelostones]

♛ masc!reader x masc!abby - “our competitive streak” ♛

round one | round two

Palestinian vetted gofundme’s

synopsis: you and abby have been competing on the base for years. ever since your arrival abby has treated you less than the threat you are. abby may have the looks of a strong woman, but is she really? you test her strength — her emotional, mental, and physical strength.

disclaimer: reader is of any weight/capacity — i am not subscribing any visual elements other than strength and i hope that’s translated well! (also I don't know a thing about fighting!!!)

you and abby were quiet enemies on the wlf base. you would call it a silent competition that you both were actively participating in. you were taller than abby and a little weightier but we’re you stronger? that was what you were trying to find out.

in the weight room, a chart with a line between your name and abby’s was on the whiteboard. it was tracking your updated deadlift weights. the erasable letters made you smile as the pounds under your name were significantly higher.

“won’t be there for long.” a voice laughed behind you.

you wipe the hot sweat from your forehead on the sleeve of your shirt. abby stood with her legs shoulder width apart in a black sports bra and matching 5-inch shorts.

the blonde was getting bigger, that wasn’t lost on you, but you knew you had greater endurance. she could lift, but for how long? she could spare but by the third round were her punches connecting? her damp hair dripping lightly against the mat as she flicked it over her shoulder. you didn’t mean to stare but fuck, when she crossed her arms you felt envy.

“no smart retort?” she questions, strolling over to you.

“retort? that’s why your weight is lower than mine, in the library reading too many books.” you chuckle.

she giggles softly.

“clearly keeping tabs on me, ‘kay.”

she licks her lips and tosses her head back in one swift motion to laugh again. the skin on her neck was vast and wet. droplets cascading down in the dip of her bra. you followed one all the way down until it disappeared.

the scent emitting from her skin was a familiar one that you often times smelled in the showers after a sparring session. pine-vanilla and it was intoxicating, you hated her for that — smelling so good. fuck.

“you’re doing a good job keeping up though,” you said, in an attempt to pull yourself away from those thoughts.

“i am?” she walks over to the board and erases the previous weight and adds 5 pounds.

unintentionally, her back flexes as she writes, showing off her new bulk progress. note to self: you had to start eating more protein and soon.

trying to appear not phased, you put your hands on your hips and nodded.

“clearly we’re only going to get better at the deadlift. what do you say to a little combat match?”

she looked over her shoulder and a cheshire grin grew between her cheeks.

“i would love that. it wouldn’t take me two minutes to pin you onto the mat. could be easy.” she shrugged.

so casually too. it wasn’t that she was cocky, you had enough ego for the both of you but her ability to seem so carefree about the whole ordeal. she should be scared of what you’re going to do to her.

"could be," you repeat.

—

your noise-canceling headphones were on the loudest as you skipped around the bag. throwing punches and kicks into the length of it. the shuffling of your feet on the mat made your calves burn deliciously. abby didn't stand a chance.

sweat dripped down your nose and into your mouth. as you turn abby is slowly clapping, the sound muffled by the high volume, and holding a towel. she reached out to you and you gladly take it fighting the urge to snatch it. your eyes were burning a hundred punches ago from the salt burning your corneas. her timing was perfect.

“thanks,” you say.

abby’s eyes did a once over of your body, taking in the soaked grey clothing you wore. sweats hung loosely from your waist and the white top you were flung close to your chest. you saw her eyes light up with a newfound curiosity, that you didn't have time to explore but will be on your mind for the rest of the day. you felt disgusting all drenched in sweat, a shower was soon to be in your future.

“like what you see?” you tease.

abby rolled her eyes and turned on her heels, ignoring your comment until she reached the exit, “i don’t hate it.” she hollered before disappearing to her quarters.

was abby watching you? how long was she? so many questions littered your mind.

instead of showering in the gym, you walked down to the communal ones near your room. to get there you had to walk past the library and slip up the stairs to the second floor. curiosity got the better of you and you opened the double doors to the dusty room.

surprisingly, it was well-kept. where the librarian would sit was in working order with a chair, lamp, and notepad. accompanied by a random assortment of books on the table.

it was larger than you thought. you look up and down the shelves to see how they’re organized. the dewey system organizing all the titles. anderson had to be in here somewhere, you thought. as you walk past more clusters of books you stumble upon the romance section. you look over your shoulder as if to hide your softness for the fiction genre.

you pull out a few titles, knocking the dust off to read the synopsis. hm, this one sounded good. you flip to the first chapter and begin reading.

suddenly a soft cry echos through the stacks making you nearly leap out of your skin. on alert, you freeze and hold your breath. you close the book quietly and tuck it under your arm. you step over into an aisle that leads to a singular light that is glowing in the darkness.

“abby,” a groan rang.

startled, you swallow deeply and walk toward the end of the row that empties into a larger section surrounded by more shelves. in the center of the room there’s a chaise covered in blankets and few pillows. as you get a clearer view, at the end of the chaise is a woman with her legs spread open, back arched, hoisting herself up with abby perched between them. you blink several times before it registers that she is responsible for the noises. the big girl’s fingers are gripping tightly into the fat of her partner's thighs. her head bobs up and down as she suckles on her …

you tuck back into the nearest bookshelf and follow it all the way back out the door.

—

in the canteen, dinner was bland for you — boiled chicken, rice, and broccoli, the same meal you had been eating every day for what seemed like forever. you sat in the corner by yourself, still reimagining what you saw yesterday. the way her hands gripped her, how the woman’s hand found its way to abby’s hair, and how abby liked that she pulled it. and the look of pure bliss on anderson’s face and how she moaned into her pussy and —

a bowl of a similar meal dropped onto the table and abby sat down right behind it with her fork between her teeth. she never sat with you.

“listen,” she started. “i’ve been thinking, just for practice we could have a match before the real one.”

you couldn’t stop thinking about her tongue that was now grazing the end of the utensil.

“okay,” was all you could manage.

“‘okay’? no insult or smart comment?”

“what do you want me to say.”

“a girl needs to be degraded every now and then to feel motivated, right?”

so that’s what you like, you thought.

“fine. anderson, i’m going to kick your ass and love every minute of it.”

“atta girl. see you later?”

she said and before you could even reply, she was gone.

entering the gym, you saw anderson in her usual attire, sports bra and shorts. she sat with her legs wide as she began to wrap her hands, clearly struggling.

“let me help.” you said, getting her attention.

you drop your bag on the ground to bend down and take the wrap to start properly setting it.

you felt abby’s glistening eyes on you as you methodically loop the material into place. you wanted to act like you were unphased by it, but deep down you felt a heat below your stomach hike up.

touching her calloused hand was still the softest thing you ever felt. you analyzed her fingers and wondered how they would feel pressing into your thighs or inside of — you shook the thought away. now wasn’t the time to get distracted.

you stepped away and she thanked you. you rolled your shoulders and began a stretch routine, still feeling her gaze directed towards you.

“funniest thing happened,” she said.

“don’t you see i’m busy?”

“i was doing my readings in the library, you know, checking to make sure all the books were in order and i was missing one.”

you gulp and move to the next stretch, you definitely took the book and did not put it back. an image of it sitting on your side table flashed briefly.

“how does that interest me?”

“i don’t know. it’s weird considering none of you idiots read.”

you stand straight up. “you don’t know me from a stranger anderson, how do you know if i read or not?”

“i can tell.” she replied smugly.

“do you own the books or something, i mean, what’s the big deal anyway?”

“i have a system, okay, that’s the big deal. are you ready?” she said sharply, tilting her head to the side, clearly annoyed.

you had never been more ready.

🏷 @bookpagecandlescent ; @lesbian-useless ; @ghgygd