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she’s a married woman now, and she could complain about the match. a man who cannot want her. but they have time to figure the issues of heirs out. there will be some way. but she has married a boy she can be friends with, whose sister she cherishes as if her own. but there are elements of this marriage she finds herself … lonely in. nights where laenor seeks the natural comfort she does not begrudge him.
but there is a plague of boredom as she keeps to her chambers and reads, or attempts some sort of handicraft. she has read her histories over and over, the septon’s words dreary in the best of times. there is always the option to slip out, she knows how. it wouldn’t be that difficult to get into the city. she’s been caught before, but not by her guards… but by the commander of the city watch. and she hadn’t minded that, not really. he was kind, and interesting, and someone she genuinely enjoyed conversation with.
so perhaps that’s why, hours later when she spots him on watch. she purposely brushes into him, a bump of her shoulder into his arm, her hands slipping to his pocket — might as well see if she can pick it…. if he’s lucky enough to catch her, then —
‘ you’re getting slower in your old age — ‘
violet eyes flash in the dim torchlight, the pale lashes darkened with kajhal to darken has smeared beneath and smudged down to her cheeks, but she cocks her head and watches him. judging what exactly he’s going to do with her now he’s got her.
from rhaenyra for harwin // @rhaenyrasbabydaddy
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“ you can't just show up here like this. ”
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enzo laikos is one stubborn son of a bitch. even with the way he'd been berated by the rest of the guys, even with the way @lucentsin had practically kicked him to the curb with the heel of her shoe -- he's come back for more. he steps into the club a little less pronounced than he did the night prior. he's a little less drunk and a lot more determined, but he still saunters through the place just the same. brown eyes, like the honey whiskey he gets drunk on most nights, peer around looking for her before he finds himself leaned up against the bar. "roxi workin' tonight?" he asks, that slow roll of his accent falling from his mouth like molasses as he eyes the bartender. he's offered just a point of a finger, a direction for him to follow that leads him all the way to the back of the place. without even seeing the front of her, he knows well enough that he's found his prize - though at the moment, she's in the lap of another man. if there's one thing in this world that enzo has never been good at, it's sharing. there's a huff that leaves his nose as he watches from the shadows. jealousy is a festering sore within him and even if he barely knows her, it all bites the same. leaned up against a nearby wall, he watches the way her body meets another's, how her outfit hugs her in places and seems to disappear in others. it's about all he can take when he catches sight of the man's hand lift to grip at the swell of her hip. "roxi--" his voice booms over the music she'd just been riding the beat to. enzo comes closer, "you 'bout done here, darlin'?"
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Who: Luke x Percy ( @persyweiss ) Where: Percy's Apartment When: A week after the Wine Fest Luke had composed exactly six different texts for Percy, but couldn't bring himself to send a single one. He knew showing up at her apartment was a terrible idea, but they needed to clear the air about what had happened at Wine Fest. If Luke were being honest, it was all he could think about since that night, and it was costing him. Things had picked up at the precinct with the recent vandalisms and investigating all the threats to supernatural businesses. Now there were attacks on top of that? He couldn't afford to be distracted, and right now that's all he was.
He stared at her door for longer than he'd ever admit, but eventually, he found the courage to knock on the door. A part of him began to hope that she wasn't home so he could back out before he heard her shuffling behind the door. Letting out a breath he managed a soft smile at seeing her, "Hey, uh. I think we need to talk."
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Always | The Duke & The Rose
For years, the Duke had found himself plagued with ambivalence when it came to love and commitment. His first marriage, a labyrinthine of fronts and faults, had left such a bad taste that he had felt like having woken from a denoument of a dream. Fortunate to have won custody of his son, he had kept himself only to communal relationships or should he be involved into a more serious union, he would often call it quits in a year or so.
But Ivy was none like the rest that inspite of how a certain incident had brought their untimely incipient road to romance. It didn't help that industry's vigor summoned him to an array of days to weeks and weeks to months away into self-indulgence, debauchery, and drug-fueled bacchanals.
Though slowly coming to terms that this was not something a constant desire, but more of transactional need to stay within the needed circle, there is a matter of great importance.
An opulent stride back to where it had all began, David stood before wooden doors with a shy bouquet of white chrysanthemums at 2:47am underneath them mauve morning of Thursday. Ten minutes bound within a conundrum of whether to wait for the sun to knock on his behalf or take this opportunie moment devoid of fans and security to present every ounce of sincerity and desire to be at her doorstop to be seen nothing less than love and apology.
Another five passes and he had finally weaved the innerworkings of his head. With a swift brush of hand to proper his golden crown, David presses the doorbell. @wandofwillow
#♝#I swear#every starter#ever thread I write for you#to you#makes my heart melt#I can't explain how much my muse loves you#It has always been her#I always get this vibe that my starters and threads will never be good enough to depict how much of a hold you have for my muse#it's criminal#We have missed you greatly ♥#I hope this is okayyy
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" i can't fucking believe this … what the hell are you doing here ? it's almost four in the morning , jesus ... don't you have a house ? " @heartcode
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"You look good in that. It's a nice change from the usual."
Garbed in a resplendent Gerudo robe, Ganondorf stands proudly as the compliment from Nabooru reaches his ears. The tyrian purple fabric cascades down from his strong and broad shoulders, the desert silk and healthy leather dancing seamlessly together thorough the fine dressing. Golden embroidery weaves intricate tales across the fabric, all of it catching the light in a subtle shimmering that demonstrates the master craftsmanship of the seamstress who made the robe.
The robe's wide and open sleeves flow with a majestic grace as a smile pulls at Ganondorf's features in acknowledgement of Nabooru and her words. The rich and deep purple hues, manifested from a dye that is often said to resemble the dried blood of noblemen, symbolizes his authority and amplifies his commanding presence. The silken black waist-sash hugs his broad frame perfectly at his waist, the belt adorned with golden embroidery to add extra majesty.
Typically his usual jewelry, gems, chains and cuffs are forgone in place of his preference for armor. However, in the absence of his gauntlets, intricate arm cuffs and coil bands wind along Ganondorf's thick arms, beautiful pendants made from topaz dangle from well-crafted golden chains.
The satisfied smile on Ganondorf's face only deepens once his eyes meet hers powerful gaze and he offers a deep chuckle of approval, the sound low, but strong in the desert wind.
"Your approval is not so easily won," a soft quip before the Gerudo King draws his attention down to his clothing.
"...I've grown weary of the armor I typically wear. I felt it... necessary to honor our enduring heritage and to reassure our sisters that I am, in fact, proud to be a Gerudo."
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mila has been trying her best to hint at it for a while now; she lets out a sigh of relief as soon as he comes to realize why mila has been pointing to the corner of her mouth all this time. “ that's what i've been trying to tell you, ” she huffs, head shaking at lucian. maybe she should have gone with the straightforward approach and say it to his face instead. “ you're really bad at taking hints, you know ? i was this close to scream at you out of frustration because of it. thank god you finally noticed. ” not that it's his fault or anything, mila always finds a reason to make everything about her sometimes. “ are you usually this messy when eating or was that just a one time thing ? ”
OPEN STARTER ⸻ @palmviewstarters . at seaglass heights farmers market.
living by himself for so long, lucian had to learn the hard way how important it is to have a balanced diet. for a long time, he would be fine with whatever was easy to make, but something seemed to change in him since his last birthday. turning 30 really was a turning point for him, health-wise. of course, not all bad habits are gone, but a few good ones were in the making, and he's really proud of himself for that.
so, that is the reason why he enjoys taking a trip down to the farmers market on saturdays and going back home filled with fresh produce for the week. right before meeting muse by chance while picking apples, he bought a very delicious strawberry jelly that the kind seller gave him a rather generous sample of. he only noticed, embarrassingly late, that the corner of his mouth had some of it. " oh god. i've been talking to you all this time with jelly on my mouth? " he asked between a muffled laugh, after cleaning it with his fingers.
#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . mila bukowski ⌗ int .#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . mila & lucian ⌗ ft .#baeliu#i hope this is okayyy
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Drop Dead @metxledd
BEING BACK IN HIS PARENTS HOUSE BROUGHT BACK MORE MEMORIES AND EMOTIONS THAN HE CARED TO HAVE. Swallowing roughly as he set his duffel bag on to his bed, he could hear the familiar steps of his father’s footsteps across the landing and heading back downstairs, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he felt some of the tension leaving his body.
He had somehow managed to lose his job, his wife and his car all in one day and so of course his father had to come and intervene even after Steve had refused to come back home. The day his mom left them was the last day that the young male had felt truly happy in this house but not because of his mother, because of the loss of his childhood best friend. His imaginary childhood best friend.
Opening in the wardrobe in the room that had not changed since he had last lived there, he took out some hangers and began to unpack. Pausing as he hooked a hanger on the rail, he spotted a small box that seemed to be shoved to the side, hand reaching up to pick it up. Bringing it down to eye level, he couldn’t help the small smile that broke out across his features, blowing the dust off of it and moving to sit on the bed with the box in his lap.
“So you didn’t end up in the garbage huh?” Steve couldn’t help but begin to peel off the tape on the small box, finally allowing the spring latch to open.
#⌜ closed - drop dead fred au (metxledd) ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ? .#metxledd#I HOPE THIS IS OKAYYY
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finished watching brba today
#walter white#saul goodman#mike erhmantraut#gustavo fring#breaking bad#brba#im not okayyy this was the best series therell never be anything like it but i need to recover before bcs lol#i hate walt as a person but i love him as a character unfortunately#i miss mike real bad i hope he comes back soon in bcs#my art#fanart
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day 5
presto! its them <33
#i adore dl3 design <333#they are so <333333333#tried something a bit different! i hope the colors look okayyy#adeleine kirby#kirby series#kirby#adeleine#ado kirby#day 5
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L'AMICA GENIALE — ELENA FERRANTE ↳ a special poster for the wonderful and brilliant jo ( @dylanlila ) <33
#l'amica geniale#my brilliant friend#lila cerullo#elena greco#elena ferrante#mbfedit#poster#poster art#graphic design#typography#poster design#tv poster#bob to my george🧡#my posters*#my edits*#faves#HI JO I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSS <333#i also hope you're a surprises person because i took the creative liberty to decide the theme of the poster but i just couldn't NOT do it#i simply NEEDED to make you a l'amica geniale poster okayyy#i had SO MUCH FUN while making it it's safe to say that all of your l'amica geniale-posting has been exceptionally inspiring to me :")))#i had the Very Strong urge to drop my current read MULTIPLE TIMES while making this SO I COULD FINALLY START READING THESE BOOKS
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outfits for the infamous ROs ^-^ (except O, Seb, E and LA... </3 but maybe in the future)
#sorry for the longest post idk how i would format it#putting them below a cut seems weird#but well tumblr will shorten any long post anyways so its fine i guess#i spend too much time on these but i did like it vv much <3#some of these outfits are in the story or moodboard and others are just what i like/imagine for the char#and my mc is there i guess dont worry about him <3#digital art#infamous if#interactive fiction#described#g reign#dakota redacted#blake winter#august pierce#victoria valentine#seven lawless#okayyy im glad i finished before i read the new chapter or i wouldve tried to add more outfits probablyt#goodnight if u read any of this! <3#also i had to make the resolution way lower </3 bc tumblr refused to add the images to a post but its fiiinee#i hope u zoom in... i even changed their mu#theyre my dolls
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dedicated to @userfrieren 💚 happy birthday!
#haikyuu!!#hq!!edit#manga coloring#my edit#usercomfort#i tagged ur anime blog instead of ur main i hope thats okayyy??#kita living his best life as a farmer 😎#i hope u live ur best life too 🫶🫶 enjoy ur special day!!! :D
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stupid question but I love your dynamic between frisk and sans, this is exactly how I picture them in my head and was wondering if you or anyone has written fanfic with them in this dynamic? I would read the short out of it
Aaaaa I'm really glad to hear that you're enjoying these as much as I am úvù
And no please it is not a stupid question at all! In fact, it is an interesting one. Assuming you're talking about my QPR Frans...yes, there is a written one shot little fanfic of them. And I wrote it long long ago 👁👁
No it is not published anywhere nor isn't shared with anyone aside from my close friends. But I'm gonna change that today. Here's the google doc for it! So this is a little something that takes place some time before this video happens and 4 years before Frisk and Sans become super duper extremely close friends which I have been drawing for the past months. Writing isn't my strongest but I tried my best and you know what? It's pretty aiiiiiiighttttt
Yeaa give it a shot when you got the time. It ain't much but it's honest work. And thank you for being interested in this too XD
#my art#sona#frans#qpr frans#asks#i don't know if what i wrote is what you wanted but this is what you get anyway#this isn't actually my first time writing a fanfic haha#last time was 8 years ago for a different fandom with broken english lmaooo#hope you'll enjoy anon!#will i write again? haha well we'll see#(probably not)#rereading this has me going back and forth between “hohoho yes hmm okayyy not bad!” and cringing till my teeth shrivel away lmao
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A mocktail on the rocks. How close can they actually get a scotch to the real thing? Joseph practically drank liquor like water before he made the choice (or, like, was forced to?) go sober; he could tell when something about it was off. And something was certainly off about this bar's non-alcoholic options.
He wasn't from the city and didn't have his regular bartender to lament about the non-drinking life with. He looked this place up on his phone at the hotel and jumped as soon as he saw their puny mocktails section on the menu. Besides a Shirley Temple, they had fake scotch and fake gin. It had to do. All he knew was that, on such a stressful business trip for the architecture firm, he needed somewhere to wind down. Going to a bar, for a recovering alcoholic-addict-everything having to do with substances, was probably the dumbest thing he could do—he knew that—and yet, he thought himself smarter. He willed himself to be.
Joey was in the middle of scrolling through his emails, waiting for another round of pseudo-scotch, when a voice yanked him out of his concentration. He looked up to see it was a beautiful girl—and, in that moment, nearly kicked himself over the head for forgetting that gorgeous women were also a distraction (a deterrent, as they say) from relapse. At least, they were for him. He cleared his throat and gave the blonde a smile. God, he was a sucker for blondes.
"You could say that," he quipped with a chuckle, retrieving his refilled glass before taking a sip. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that. How about you—tired of smiling for pictures, walking down a runway or something?" Because she had to be a model or something, or at least that was the pickup line he wanted to roll with tonight.
open: f/m/nb 25+ (m if romantic) read rules + exclusives before interaction. do not like starter if we're not mutuals. insta block if u do. selective with who I reply to. muse: Gloria Mancini. 30. Media Assistant Executive. Lipstick Gossip. connection: friend. acquaintance. coworker. media affiliate. influencer. any tbh
Work has its ups and downs. Today practically buried her. Heading out after work for a drink is a perfect form of relaxation. At least in Gloria’s mind it will give her a chance to unwind. One. Sip. At. A. Time. The glass sparkled with her choice of bubbly flirtation. A little fancier than most girls like her should have. Lucking out the way she did made it possible to do a little splurging on herself. She does get enough in a paycheck working with her friend of all people but she’s come up from the casual world of cheap wine coolers. It’s always nice to have a taste of goodness. Sometimes it’s better to share and she caught sight fairly quickly of anyone who stood out to her. Part of her job does require to be reflexive and observant. “Hello there,” Gloria spoke freely, giving a little smile, forcing herself to be outgoing. A perfect little mask at times to her private facade. “Have a job you’re getting away from too?” Every lonely soul in a bar has something they're getting away from. Sometimes she wonders if she's merely escaping mundane daily life or she's searching for something.
#intonightcity#c. joey#joey x gloria#v. bring your love baby i could bring my shame#i HOPE THIS IS OKAYYY
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