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[dxfiedfxte]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@shootingxstardust sent: "Will you take me trick-or-treating, Minato?"

[{ 🦋 }] - "You want to go trick-or-treating?" He repeats, a pondering hum follows.

It was a question he was expecting to get at some point, this was the second Halloween she'd be spending here at his home where Minato was letting his friend stay, as she had no place of her own. Despite the bits of shenanigans he'd have to put up with sometimes, he didn't mind the company, and he wasn't going to lie, it did feel nice to have someone else in the house to talk to, whenever she would come out of her bedroom anyway.

There was never a dull moment with Marion here, and given that she was the goddess of nightmares, it was only a matter of time before she would take a big interest in Halloween, luckily for her, he had nothing planned for that day, as Minato and his team had pre-recorded an episode, especially for Halloween so his fans could still get their yearly special Halloween episode, and he could actually enjoy himself freely without the pressure of keeping his fans satisfied.

Thankfully, there was no backlash from the fans when he first stopped doing live episodes for that spooky time of year, as long as it was more than one hour long, they didn't seem to mind it. The question at hand though, had him thinking. Marion was like several thousand years old right? So how would this even work? At first, he wasn't sure what to tell her -- that was until turned to get a good look at her which changed his mind immediately.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Sure I can. I wasn't sure at first considering you're age. But I forgot that you were pretty short. So short, that I think you'd be able to pass as a child, so yeah, we can go trick-or-treating this Halloween, just pick a good costume."

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@atomiqueen said: ❝ you’re a dangerous person. you’ve certainly proved that. ❞

        Cooper runs his hand down his face in exasperation, letting out a heavy sigh. She's not exactly wrong, but that's not the point. "This is not what I was hired for. This was meant to be a simple job and now all of my men are dead," he gestures back in the direction they'd run from, where they'd been ambushed and he'd gotten her away safely.

        But why the ambush at all? Those were no simple bandits looking for coin; they were after something and he has one guess as to what. Or rather whom. "It's not a matter of whether I'm capable of it, but I need to know what it is I'm really protecting. Those men were after you and I want to know why."

[valeurex]

“You will die on the third day of third moon of 129 AC. Your body will be discovered at the hour of the bat by a servant.“ — crack helaena

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Why by servant?

[imaginarianisms]

cregan gazes into helaena’s eyes as though eternity dwells there. waits until the maester calls in the new year. another year with his arms around his truest love - life does not thrive much further than his own reach. “I love you, my moon and stars.”

Helaena stares back into Cregan's stormy winter grey eyes when normally she would look away from most people upon eye contact, but with him she can never look away. She looks at him with pure, unadulterated bliss. Her feet had been tapping at the floors excitedly as each hour passed, reveling in the idea of ​​a fresh, new year to begin. Her touch was warm and tender, her soft violet eyes half-lidded and entranced. This is a time for them where she's not a princess, a Queen, a dragondreamer, a dragonrider, and he's not a warrior, a commander of armies, a leader and the Lord of Winterfell (was this place a dream?) but this wasn't a dream, she was the stars and he could see in the dark. They would be okay as long as she didn't move away. Under the soft starlight of the godswood, she almost felt like they were the only two people in the world, and his scent was all she knew. The thought made her heart beat faster. When the bell tolled, Helaena leaned in and pressed her lips to his for a tender kiss. Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of rose with the cold and the happiness she feels. The truest and most sweetest love she'd ever known and never thought she' d have ever would've been able to experience for herself. She recalled telling her father and mother that she'd marry Aegon for them, because he didn't want to marry her because he thought she was weird, and... everyone thought she was weird. That notion of ever finding love and that feeling of loneliness suffocated her for so long. Then, shortly after pulling away, she kisses him again and again and again and again, giggling as she does so, knowing all too well that she's the only person alive who can possibly get away with all of that. ❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐨, ñ𝐮𝐡𝐨 𝐳𝐨𝐤𝐥ā𝐳𝐦𝐚.❞

[lightcreators]

@thenightmareofyourdrems

Thoughts  would  look  certainly  condescending  for  the  main  concerned  :  this  Child  of  Time  looked  like  an  child  in  which  expressing  aggressibly  an  imposing  whim,  in  which,  as  authoritarian  that  he  remained,  remained  indifferent  and  cold,  where  the  pain  of  a  parent  had  to  be  pronounced  differently.  Vengeance.  It  was  an  word  belonging  to  another  man,  someone  who  wasn't  that  incarnation  neither  the  one  he  had  been  once,  who  appreciated  every  layer  to  exposing  such  emotion  in  front  of  other  people  ---  within  reasons  or  not.  It  had  been  the  single  element  of  an  world  in  which  regrets  had  following  him  even  since  he  had  crossed  path,  and  blamed  his  unable  hands  to  use  an  gun,  his  inability  to  taking  drastic  measures  ad  he  had  wanted  to  believe  in  another  path  …  Oh,  within  an  landscape  in  which  he  had  forgotten,  a  long  time  ago,  he  had  been  among  them  and  breathing  that  world.

Mixture  of  indifference  and  condescendance  looked  towards  that  desperate  Time  Lord.  He  should  be  insulted  towards  the  misunderstanding  ---  but  no,  he  wasn't  the  kind  of  monsters  who  played  inside  the  court  of  revenge.  He  creating  them.  As  some  inherent  truth  he  had  wanted  to  confine  within  the  remnant  of  his  memories,  as  there  was  consciousness  there  was  another  monster  around  in  which  he  had  been  the  creator,  in  which  there  was  latent  impression  he  could  playing  with  the  Fates  within  his  own  manners.  Vengeance  was  the  easy  path.  Vengeance  was  an  too  much  expecting  and  boring  result  of  an  consequence.  Vengeance  always  have  been  favorite  meal  of  Philip  Butler,  and  at  the  current  moment,  that  sentence  coming  from  the  Master  would  look  wonderful  inclined  to  him.  Temporary  moments  of  confusion  wrapped  within  how  he  was  simply  watched  over  that  incarnation.  How  he  hadn't  realizing  how  pitiful  he  always  had  been  …  How  someday  he  will  find  manner  to  stop  eternal  sound  tourmenting  his  brain,  as  another  sound  into  his  wouldn't  never  leave.  ❝  You're  just  misunderstanding  it  for  vengeance.  ❞  He  expressed  peacefully,  almost  with  disinterest,  as  he  crossed  his  arms,  curious  about  what  that  Time  Lord  will  told  him.  He  refused  to  called  him  Master.  Master  of  what  exactly  ?  How  he  could  even  existing  in  front  of  him  when  he  thought  he  die  a  long  time  ago  ?  How  he  could  still  be  here  ?  Refusal  to  expressing  an  anchored  grief  within  his  features,  that  remaining  sadness  of  an  tragedy  his  shoulders  had  embraced  as  an  burden,  reflected  inside  impression  of  natural  detachment.  He  was  correcting  events  from  another  perspective.  He  was  searching  another  path  within  an  imposed  storyline,  in  which  he  didn't  have  to  following  every  single  line  imposed.  ❝  I  only  seek  to  repair  what  can  be  repaired.  I  only  seek  to  transform  a  tragedy  of  circumstances,  of  which  you  were  also  a  victim.  It's  about  making  things  right  no  matter  what.  ❞

[chmerical-a]

do you have blog recs? <3

phew lets do it:

@redemptioninterlude - z, z, z!!! this is my girl, an amazing friend who's not afraid to keep it 100. writing with her is an absolute dream, top tier writing, top tier muses, gold staR @sylkshe / @ithirial - heathyn!!!! is such a darling, so sweet, so down to try out anything, and a talent!!! you will not regret the follow @sunxsin - kaaaaaay!!!! they a lil quiet on the dash rn but i'm still shouting them out cause they're amazing and deserve the love @aquariusvibes / @despaircrown - talented ass queen, one of my closest friends, my wifey! phantom is one of my favorite humans, so full of love, and always down to be a fellow gremlin @azrahel - CHAR CHAR CHAR!!!! everything char touches is gold. i love her so very much & you will too! @daemondaes - i have known che since my st days and let me tell you, she and cherry are fuckin 10000/10! hilarious, talented, fantastic!! i highly recommend <3 @id0lss - alls is a darling with such talent and love for all their muses! i love reading their threads and headcanons, and guess what? they're also a frickin wonderful human!

and now the following are blogs i admire heavy & would love to get to know better & write with more:

@gareththegreat @fleuramor @deadranch @stabmacher @roseguided @murkyhazed @killjoysanonymous @s1cario @willowdied @risingmccns @ncxile @thrillor @forwardmoved @godclaws @goodberg @jockgolden @tridentwon @pizzatheif @goofily @tro9hy @deweyr1ley @story1ines @porcelainperformer @sangwoochos @typhoidcaught @04conduct @pyreshe @behttys @boltns @rohnnies @haloedcrown @eddie @wildhecrt @farginen @spllledwlne @dcmure @bravevolunteer @8ubbles @legacytaught

[aveimperatcr]

“Tell the boys where to find my body.”

fall out boy : infinity on high album … sentence starters 

Words meant as a jab to comrades fallen from grace had echoed through the very depths of the Warp, through the hordes of daemons and towering spires of flesh and tentacle, of plague and disease and illusions and blood and pleasure, to the very darkness of ever-changing plains that not even daemons dared to tread save for the very daring that hoped to seek deliverance and leech off of Chaos like a parasite. Within these depths was the conscience, the soul, of a man that dedicated his life to Mankind, his very being, to constantly battle the depravity of the Ruinous Powers. His eyes opened, golden irises suddenly peering through the dark... and his fists clenched at his sides where he sat.

...And, somewhere else, Chaos Space Marines now loomed on the surface of another planet, prepared for the battle continue as they looked upon the very Space Marine that had once been considered 'battle brother'. Chainswords revved, voices muffled by helmets-- but perhaps one thing was evident: the odds seemed to be against a remaining Luna Wolf... that is, until a flurry of words would suddenly attempt to pierce the mind of the fallen Marine.

RISE. RISE RISE RISE, SON OF HORUS. STAND.

If it were to succeed... a mental image would form, as He called upon him through the very Warp,

DO NOT LET THEM SUCCEED. RISE. I SHALL ASSIST YOU. RISE. BREATHE.

[resonette]

he'll give her everything he's got ♡

(  compatability bingo.  accepting.  ) @killerhubby

" at this rate, i should have made a special bingo just for you, amore mio - " her italian is still haphazard at best, but she's been trying to learn. for him, she should add. (  how hard could it be, really, she thought, moments before realizing exactly how hard it could be.  )  " - but i'm not surprised you clear all my marks. but seeing it in front of me like this is all the more heartwarming. " 

[goosiifer]

@firstwcman – "His chin is tilted up and he is SMOOCHED right on the lips! ⛧ As if she could resist. "Honeyblood. ~ ♫"

! ! Oh ! Oh, kisses ?

❝ LLLLiiiillyy ! ~ ❞ he trills, leaning up on the very, VERY tips of his toes to smooch her nose. Mwah !

[riotshipping]

Hmmm. How about. For Felix perhaps ? 🦢, 🪺, 🪷, and 🛍️

-@chalcanthitedreams

OOUWUWH THESE R FUN TY

🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o?

felix and dez bicker about money constantly. these bitches are the kind of people to be like “you owe me 27 cents for taking a sip out of my latte” and trying to frantically backpedal out of that logic when they’re on the receiving end

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now!

felix tends to automatically categorize people into three categories which sometimes overlap; stupid, useful, and dangerous. dez falls into the latter two, and he hated that about her at first. nowadays he’s more frustrated she was able to slip past his defenses, but he knows she’s attached enough not to use that bit of vulnerability against him. he doesn’t bother keeping her at arm’s length like he tends to do with everyone else. he has contingency plans, of course—he always does—but there’s a small part of him that worries doesn’t have the heart to use them

🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

oh felix would be WILD . gifsets, aesthetic posts, fanart thats probably more suggestive than he should be putting on main. he would also have the firmest “dni if we share” ever in place, he is . very jealous

🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

even as materialistic as they both are, felix and dez both make sure the other never has to want anything. but to answer the actual question, these bitches buy each other knives like it’s going out of style.

now where this gets interesting is that in some places (like where i grew up) there’s this bit of folklore that if you gift someone a knife you risk cutting relationship ties with that person, so it has to be bought, even if it’s for just a penny. even though neither felix nor dez are particularly superstitious, they’re both still adamant that the recipient has to give them something in exchange for a new knife, whether it’s a small trade or a purchase for a comically low price (which will still get complained about.) is this because they’re both assholes who love money or because they’re scared of breaking whatever fucked up little bond they’ve built? the world may never know

[royalarms]

𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 ! so crazy to think we have been writing together for a year now, and even created the most sweetest dynamic between noct & aer. ( ugh, beloved aernoct, RAAAH ) i love your portrayal of noctis and your deep devotion to his relationships, mannerisms and internal monologue ... aster, honey, you are always a joy to see on my dash, and i love reading every thread response you post. happy blog birthday, keep up the amazing work. 💐 i love you forever ! ⸻ @onegil

ari you mean the WORLD TO MEEEEE THIS IS THE SWEETEST ASK EVERR and im sorry i'm answering it late, i've been bogged down in the trenches of life and brain battles but i love u so much and i'm so excited for ur aerith blog bday to come up soon too and to continue writing out all of our dynamics (between noct and aerith and otherwise <3) but i have SINCERELY enjoyed being ur friend and growing closer to u this past year and developing our muses together ❤️thank u for being such a lovely person, friend, and writer !!

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@atomiqueen said: “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ”

        He's not late per se, but he's already running behind schedule. She has to take part of the blame for that though; this isn't just on him, she's the one who took his shirt earlier. But she's not wrong and he really, really wishes he could keep kissing her like this. Going back to bed with her sounds like the perfect way to spend his morning.

        Unfortunately, duty calls. Ever since everything with Vault-Tec, he's had to get a little creative with finding work. He's never had trouble making money though, never one to think any job is beneath him, even if it does hurt his pride just a bit. He does what he has to. And he still has to pick up Janey on his way to the gig.

        "All right, all right, fine, fine. You're right, I gotta get goin' or I'm gonna be real late."

        She smooths out the tassels on his shirt before she pops up on her toes to kiss him again. She smiles at him, hands resting on his shoulders. "Call me later. Okey dokey?" She says and he winks, a little tip of his cowboy hat. She gives him one last quick kiss, a wide smile on her lips as she leaves.

        It's the last time he sees her before the world goes up in flames.

[valeurex]

let's be frank here the DUDE is more of a dreamer than rider plus his first and last ride was more of a tragedy than fun

This. This is why daemon is just smh at his choice of dragon. Why did you have to choose the oldest and with one foot in the grave dragon to claim viserys??? Were you even serious?! You chose that so you can cop out of flying and being a dragonlord. <- young daemon at vis tbh

[ ... ] S I G H S / @dastardlydaemon.

Deadas* serious if anything. This is why we can't have nice things. And you still wonder why I keep sending you away? Aside from adding salt to sores, you're exposing my secret plans too ...

[imaginarianisms]

just know that i love you. - for helaena

The descending chill of a winter evening made her shiver all of a sudden, but she barely felt it now when heat burn her cheeks, a blush tinting her cheeks rosy pink. Whether this was a dream or a reality she could not say. The Queen came to Winterfell to provide resources for the ailing of the Winter Fever escorted by Dreamfyre and to discuss relations between the Crown and the North, and by the time they were done, the sun was beginning to set, the sky bleeding and they walked through the courtyard together by the godswood of Winterfell, towering heart tree and greater castle bigger than even the Red Keep where she was born and raised, dressed in furs of white wolves that Lord Stark had given her as a gift, her moonglow hair as white as the winter snows falling all around them done up in a braided crown, adorned with gemstones, sapphires and pearls and styled with nets and adornments.

And then, she ran, ran and ran, running faster than she's ever ran before.

A leap of faith, she breaks off the invisible chains that bound her all her life and throws them away, shakes off the dust that turns her to rust, to jump into his arms and presses her rose red lips against his in a kiss softer than the wings of a butterfly. Helaena swathed herself in him and the night and the winter air that made her breathe deeper with every breath, bringing him closer to this new reality they made.

Dreamfyre's song singing from outside the massive walls of Winterfell was prettier than any song from any maiden that she's ever heard, deep, haunting, and ethereal. They seem to sway as if dancing, before she pulls away, fingertips stroking his cheek. ❝𝐀𝐯𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐫ā𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐚ō𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 ñ𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐤𝐬ā.❞ I love you, I am yours and you are mine. Hela weaves her fingers into his dark hair as she presses her forehead to his, the feeling of pure and utter bliss lacing through her veins and filling her heart. Helaena knew all too well she had to return to the capital but she didn't want to leave.

preacher's daughter; ethel cain starters. || @cregcn || always accepting.

[lightcreators]

@drepanon @counterpoiise

Naughtiness betrayed his features inside an veil of indifference as illusions remnant, with heaviness of his gaze, with presented temptation right in front of his face. As much this remained an locked thought coming from decades ago, he considering himself having the best father issue of entire universe considering what their beloved father had done to him --- contrary to what he might believe ? Where he had rested in middle of his throat, in which no hesitation has been made when he devoured him, did he even cared to been perceiving otherwise than potential obstacle of his dominating ambitions inside divine realm ? Where did he ever perceiving himself, as Hades, without been as God of the Underworld position, as one of his sons, showing care any kind of human soul should have received, would expect to gain acknowledgement desire as it was main issue coming from Ares twins towards him as the adoptive father ? Where he had been acting correctly for one tiny moment for his children ? Experience was to be blamed. Alois Trancy's father has been kind of asshole who damaged his own family without consideration. Lelouch vi Britannia's father treated him like an disposable toy. Even Oz Vessalius father rejected him. Countless of time, he faced that example, in which Ushiromiya Kinzo wasn't even better, but the grandson, him, embraced the difference. For once, he would push his beloved father inside an land in which he knew he wouldn't receive what he would have wanted the most, but nevertheless, needed to say it. ❝ They are just words. You would have to tell me in that sparkling red of truth so that I could believe that those simple words are nothing but an irrefutable truth, that no lies are hidden behind them. Yes, I could join you, if I wanted to piss off my brother so much, nevertheless, don't think I'm ignorant to your little games, father. ❞ A darkness had taken hold of his words. ❝ Isn't it frustration when you had to spit me out all those previous millennia, at dawn of time, while you digested me slowly ? Into how you thought of your son, in a slow decomposition that would eventually destroy him, as a proof of love to see me slowly disappear ? ❞ Depending on his answer, he was going to like the warm taste of Tartarus on his skin, he would make a wonderful example of it. Old father that he was, he had to stay in his benevolent sleep not to bother the children who took care of everything. ❝ You're gonna have to be more specific at a time when you haven't hurt me, dad. ❞

[spybiote]

Hi, hello! Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. I'm here today to offer you something. One of your writing partners wanted it to be known that you were on their mind. The opportunity arose for them to compliment someone and one of their first thoughts was you, your works and the energy you bring into their lives. It's all neatly summed up on this image here, with a direct quote from them about you and yours. I hope this reaches you well! I hope the rest of your year is amazing, and that this little mote of light coming your way helped to brighten it up some if it wasn't already shining. With all of our love and affection, GRACE.

ASHDHFKFLFLF HELLO????? I'm answering this on my mobile so no time to edit but, I've been away for a while, and I haven't even got April's blog fully up and running yet, but??? Thank you so much. This was so lovely to come home too! Thank you so much 🥹💕

EDIT: I JUST SAW THAT @spinxeret SENT THIS IN !! HELLO !!!! YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU SM GARRETT,