#blackhardtt

[onepiecc]

@blackhardtt -plotted starter-

The kingdom of Indore was on the brink of starvation due to the lack of resources since the war had ended not very long ago, so the new ruler of Mantarran, Queen Cosima Figarland, stepped in to deliver resources that could be used to help the kingdom get back on track. She sent a letter expressing to build an alliance as her father passed away leaving her to recently become the new ruler, so she wanted to unite their nations. Cosima was an informed woman about the tyrant king of Indore along with his illegal magical collection, but she was more than happy to build a partnership with him. Her kingdom was flourishing with resources and trading with various other nations, but she lacked the military power to protect her growing kingdom. That was the reason she reached out to Indore as she knew their military might was well known, plus with the reputation of the king, it would be perfect to have an alliance with them backing her up. 

A royal ball was being hosted for the princess’s 1st birthday and she received an invitation to attend the celebration. She smiled as she quickly got ready for the journey ahead along with the various gifts she was going to give the king to show her sincerity. After arriving in the kingdom, she was hosted with a nobleman that was of duke status as she prepared for the celebration that evening. Cosima smiled after getting ready in her dress and quickly left even though it had been a couple hours since the party had started, she wanted to leave an air of mystery to her. She was still a royal and a benefactor that helped the kingdom, which she hoped made it clear that she wanted an alliance. As she stood at the doors, she waited until the announcer called her name before entering through the doors.

“Presenting the Queen of Mantarran, Cosima Figarland!”

There was murmuring within the crowd as the slender woman crowned in jewels walked down the stairs with her head held high. The queen scanned the room looking at everyone as she took small steps which made her look graceful like she was trained. Her tiara was held up with crystals surrounding her messy braid. Icy violet eyes matched her dress as it floated around her with a tail that looked like a starry path behind her. People started to whisper quietly among themselves while looking at the woman with crimson hair and violet eyes as she made it to the end of the stars. Cosima’s hair looked like it was bathed in moonlight as the gown she wore shimmered as the lights hit it making it look like she was covered in stars. The gown was a dark purple, with lacy ruffles around the hem of the outfit, gems were embedded into the threads, the fabric was tight around her figure showing her curves like a second skin, and while a medium sized train which was only roughly three feet dragging behind her. 

The heels the royal highness wore were made from the purple crystal as it clicked softly against the marvel floor. Walking straight through the crowd it parted ways like a sea as her hues glared at everyone amused. Rumors about the Queen of Mantarran were that she framed her brother to become the sole heir, then poisoned her father. Even if the rumors were true, there was no evidence, so she allowed them to spread. Still, Cosima walked like she was taught from a young age. To be proud of herself as she made her way to the refreshment table not even noticing a certain figure was staring at her. Walking towards the refreshments, she smiled and took a sip of her drink, until her eyes landed on her target. The king and the young princess in his arms. Placing the empty glass on the table, she boldly walked over towards the other side of the room before bowing deeply to show her respect. “Greetings to your highness, and the young princess. Forgive my manners for arriving late, but I believe the gift I bring will make up for my rude behavior.”

A servant quickly walked up from the base of the stairs and up the flight until they paused before the king and princess on their knees to present the gift. It was a box filled with precious colored gemstones that were raw and untouched, however, mixed into the box were magical gems that would have been mermaid tears which were completely fresh. She hoped he took the hint, that she had a live mermaid she wanted to give him which were rare to find. She smiled happily as she looked up watching the king’s reaction to the ‘gift’.

[dragonskxn]

Ofc I'm back, you know who lmafooo

OH GOD

[hoshizorax]

@blackhardtt

[eyesofcuriosity]

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Its been only half a day since she arrived in this port town, trying her best to make small pocket change in order to continue her trip. However things were not as simple as one would expect them to be. Being someone who has lived isolated from big towns for a while, things got overwhelming too soon.

And things turned upside down when she refused to provide healing services to rather...unsavory characters.

Turning into an alley making sure she lost her pursuers she would glance over her shoulder but not pay attention to the road ahead. Which caused her to bump into someone, firm, it was like if she ran into a wall! "A-ah excuse me about that!" she squeaks as her eyes look up at rougish looking man....much similar to the ones looking for her. Nervouslly she takes a step back but flinches when she hears voices loudly discussing between each other, approaching closer to this very alley.

[cosmicallybound]

@blackhardtt   summoned the goddess,      041. in a quaint village square during a festival // Rod! And hello ;3;/

         pure,   unbridled   joy   tore   its   way   through   parted   lips   as   long,   dark   hair   whipped   to   and   fro   as   her   slender   body   kept   pace   with   the   other   dancers.   the   warm   light   of   the   bonfire   reflected   off   brilliant   amber,   causing   them   to   glow   unnaturally   bright.   she   paid   no   attention,   cheeks   flushed   with   exertion   as   she   continued   uninhibited.   melodic   laughter   joined   cheerful   shouts     &&       general   merriment.   'twas   not   often   the   witch   was   able   to   participate   in   such   activities,   but   she   would   enjoy   the   festivities   as   much   as   possible.

         a   large,   calloused   hand   snuck   its   way   ‘round   her   supple   waist,   pulling   her   close   as   the   music   suddenly   changed   tempo.   a   dark   brow   shot   up   in   surprise,   head   canted   to   the   side   as   she   studied   the   man   who   sought   fit   to   encroach   on   personal   space.   liquid   amber   trailed   up   the   man’s   body   before   they   met   brilliant   gold.   hyeon   frowned   up   at   the   man,   acting   as   an   affronted   woman   should,   though   she   could   not   hide   the   bemused   quirk   of   her   lips.

         ❝       is   this   how   men   like   you   greet   a   woman,   darling     ??       i   must   say,   i   am   not   impressed.       ❞           though   her   silken   words   chastised,   there   was   no   denying   the   amusement   that   colored   her   melodic   voice.   there   was   a   challenging   glint   held   within   her   amber   gaze   as   she   gracefully   followed   his   lead.   she   knew   not   who   the   man   was,   but   the   prowling   grace   with   which   he   moved   told   her   enough.

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[infernal-ism]

@blackhardtt › ( 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙀𝘿 )

"When does a man become a monster?" // madverse Cyrus.

the goddess hears his question prayed across the distance between the divine and the mortal taken up the knee at its altar. perhaps , he wishes he would go somewhere else and ask such things hard for saint to answer at this time. there are echoes of ninanna's chirped joy whispering the fact that men can inherently be monsters ⸻ and only the excuse of tragedy unlocks the truth behind the door sealed firmly shit from their demons. Beltu , as always is quiet. they are of the same mind as the evening goddess in that. . . ❝ a man is a monster when you allow him to know his own heart in the eyes of his significant other. ❞ the goddess falls silent , where night would have been unfailingly honest and blunt with little consciousness or care of his feelings. he asked it of his god , and so , he would answer honest. but the evening , ama , is torn open and aching for the poor thing stained in the blood of so many. he shouldn't care for a callous murderers feelings , but ama is ama always even when those hands are stained and violent. maybe , even especially given ama is no less violent and warlike than either aspects of their thrice damned being.

❝ take whatever has stolen his heart from him. ❞ saint parts the clouds to shine light he hasn't opened his heart to feel , see , nor accept. like the soft hands of the mother leaning down to brush his hair comfortingly; soft and gentle , he'll think is nothing but the breeze. ❝ love. . . is it anything and everything you hoped for ? or does the feeling haunt you ? ❞ no , no , he knows the feeling haunts him.

[deadmcnwalks]

"Come now, don't be like that! How about we play a game where you run away, and I chase you for the fun of it??"

@blackhardtt

[forestofforever]

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear. // For oc

1. Surface level fear

Sylvester is terrified of hospitals. After his brother died on the operating table with Sylvester as his surgeon, Sylvester developed a fear of hospitals as a whole. It could probably be resolved if he just went to therapy to work through this trauma, but alas, he hasn't managed it yet.

2. Repressed fear

The fear of dying a gruesome, violent death. His brother was so mangled when he arrived at the hospital that he was barely recognizable anymore (and Sylvester really only recognized him because of a tattoo). Sylvester is terrified of meeting an end like that. He isn't exactly afraid of dying itself, he imagines it might be quite peaceful and liberating, really, but the thought of dying in such a horrific way? That scares the shit out of him.

His taxidermy is a way of dealing with this fear without having to face it. By allowing these dead creatures to remain "beautiful" even after death, it feels like he has some semblance of control over it.

3. Deep dark fear

The fear that he may not even count as an actual person anymore. That his own isolation and Benjamin's abuse (as well as the resulting mental decline he's been experiencing) have caused him to become something less than human, something not even worthy of affection or respect. Nobody would care if he died because barely anyone even knows he exists, he has changed his name so many times in order to disappear and it never worked but now he no longer knows who he's even meant to be.

How could he ever be a person when nobody knows he exists and he doesn't even know who he is anymore?

[cinderschild]

@blackhardtt (Cyrus) liked this post for a short starter.

A tall and imposing figure amongst most mortal beings had their hooded head bowed in respect. Pushing the traveling cloak back, Helia smiled brightly at Cyrus. ❝ Hail, newly crowned and old friend. Helianthus the Golden has answered your call. ❞ Reaching out, they shook hands with a solid grasp. ❝ I came as quickly as I could. What help can I offer you? ❞

[onepiecc]

If they had a kid: Cyrus & cosimaaaa! (If you are still accpeting these, totally chill if you dont wanna do it either <3)

If They Had A Kid Meme: @blackhardtt

Name: Regulus Leonhardt

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Regulus takes more after his father in appearance with brown hair and blue eyes. However, depending on the lighting his eye color could look almost purple. He's tall standing at 7'2 and the youngest child with two older sisters.

Personality: Regulus is a calm and level-headed warrior who is always calculating. He is reticent and observant but is quick to defend his family and loved ones, so he is not shy about shedding blood. Regulus is intelligent but does not care to learn politics or people skills. At banquets, he stands off in the corner and is very blunt with people, so he lacks the social skills of being polite. His older sister teases him for being very strong, but gullible in a way as well.

Special Talents: Swordsmanship, Dragon handling skills, Dragon tongue, magic.

Who they like better: He loves his parents equally, but he is spoiled by Cosima.

Who they take after more: Cyrus. He takes after his father more in appearance and personality even though he's not as extreme.

Personal Headcanon: When Cosima was pregnant with Regulus, they were given a dragon egg, that had been believed to have been turned to stone. The myth behind the egg was said to hatch only for who it deemed worthy to be its master. It was supposed to be a bad gift. As a child, Regulus was obsessed with the egg as he believed it would hatch. When he was close to turning ten years old, after caring for the egg, it hatched. When he created a bond with the dragon he was able to learn how to use magic to a degree plus his dragon quickly grew. It took nearly six months for it to grow the size of a horse when he was finally caught hiding it in the stables when pigs and sheep were going missing. His father was excited to learn Regulus hatched the dragon egg, as dragons were believed to have gone extinct.

Face Claim: Tego from Wasn't the Male Lead a Female?

[dragonskxn]

"What's the matter, my caged flame? Has the fire in your belly gone cold, or are you simply waiting for my permission to burn again?" (Caged flame, for the pet name! Evil cyrus ;3c)

PET NAMES

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

@blackhardtt

"Don't call me that," she chokes out, a hiss burning at the back of her throat.

"I cannot bear the constant stench of burnt flesh any longer. I don't want to be a monster."

A monster like you, she wants to say, but she bites her tongue.

[hoshizorax]

The kid meme! Cyrus & Lily \;;3;;/

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. ♬ @blackhardtt ⸻ Cyrus.

name: bran and iliam leonhardt

gender: male.

general appearance: bran and iliam stand at 6'6". bran sporting darker hair than his twin brother while iliam has light blonde with pink mixed in. they both sport their father's teal eyes. they both sport a more lanky stature and are not nearly as broad or tall as their father. they both also have softer features thanks to their mother.

personality: bran is brash and headstrong. always the one to lead the charge. iliam is more reserved and kind. he is honest and blunt to a fault but he definitely approaches people with a smile.

special talents: bran is a fantastic soldier. follows every order that is given to him while iliam spends more of his days in books. learning and studying medicines and elixirs.

who they like better: bran -> cyrus. iliam -> lily.

who they take after more: bran takes after cyrus while iliam takes more after lily.

personal headcanon: bran used to drag iliam out to do play sword fighting but he was never the one to like picking up a sword. preferring his books on history and medicines. usually bran would tease him about such things but iliam never listened to his brother.

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[grctia]

“ Damn I make this costume look good! “  // roderick and lets say its those blowup shark costume,XD

HALLOWMEME

Halloween is one of those holidays that just makes all around the world excited. Although it's only one day out of the year where free candy is given out to the kiddos who dressed up, Mai had enjoyed the day herself. Meant she'd get discounted candy afterwards not having to deal with long lines or crowds at the store.

She expected to see costumes, however, she hadn't expected Roderick to dress up. And the man in question had chosen one of the most silliest costumes that the blonde had seen. His words pulled her attention to the man and her expression shifted from curious to judgement. "......You're lucky you're a good lookin' man, because this?" A slender hand raises, finger points to the costume "Is not it, hun."

@blackhardtt

[cosmicallybound]

@blackhardtt   invoked the goddess,

"What if they kissed?" W/ roderickkkkk

     possessive,   all-consuming   flesh   crashed   'pon   petal-soft   lips   as   large   hands   encircled   supple   waist.   a   calloused   thumb   brushed   over   exposed   flesh,   caressing   silken   skin.   the   witch   sighed   into   the   kiss,   equally   as   eager   as   the   pirate.   slender   hands   grasped   broad   shoulders   as   she   clutched   him   impossibly   closer.   the   expanse   of   muscles   that   flexed   beneath   her   touch   sent   molten   desire   down   her   spine   as   a   hand   slid   further   down,   cupping   her   ass   before   suddenly   she   was   lifted.   shapely   legs   automatically   wrapped   around   large   waist   as   pure,   sinful   desire   thrummed   through   her.

     hyeon   pulled   away   from   the   kiss   with   a   sharp   inhale,   brilliant   amber   wide   as   she   stared   up   into   molten   gold.   something   particularly   feral   lurked   beneath   the   surface   as   her   back   met   the   cold   stone   of   the   alley   he'd   cornered   her   in.   pink   colored   porcelain   flesh   as   she   panted,   tongue   wetting   bruised   lips.   the   arrogant   twitch   to   his   lips   made   her   equally   frustratingly   aroused     &&       frustrated.   liquid   amber   gave   way   to   the   black   of   her   pupil,   desire   painted   across   her   ethereal   visage   even   as   she   scowled   up   at   him.

     he'd   met   her   bluff,   prowling   after   her   with   all   the   grace   of   a   panther   as   she   disappeared   into   the   crowd.   though   she   knew   the   streets     &&       alleyways   well,   the   man   was   not   to   be   deterred,   stalking   her   from   a   distance   until   he'd   found   an   opening.   hyeon   would   never   forget   the   thrum   of   her   heart   in   her   throat   as   she'd   realized   he'd   cornered   her.   the   purely   predatory   glint   within   his   gaze   as   he   slowly   approached,   content   in   the   knowledge   that   he'd   won.   yet,   all   the   same,   his   first   touch   had   been   gentle,   questioning   if   she   had   truly   wanted   it.   the   heated   gaze,   the   prideful   jut   of   her   chin   did   not   abate,   even   as   she   dipped   her   head   in   response.

     a   sharp,   warning   bite   to   tender   throat   forced   hyeon   back   to   the   present.   the   witch   blinked,   her   gaze   sharpening   for   a   moment   as   she   met   glimmering   gold.   lips   quirked   into   a   soft   smile   as   a   hand   slid   from   broad   shoulder   to   thick   hair,   tangling   within   the   dark   locks   as   manicured   nails   raked   along   his   scalp.

     ❝   nnn,   if   you   plan   on   staking   a   claim,   darling .   .   .   do   not   do   it   so   teasingly.   i   promise   that   i   can   take   whatever   you   have   to   offer.   ❞     the   witch's   eyes   danced   with   amusement   as   she   poked   &&   prodded,   unable   to   quell   her   desire   to   shatter   the   man's   inhibitions.     ❝   unless   you   are   incapable.   i   suppose   i   shan't   mourn   the   loss   of   crying   out   your   name   too   harshly.   ❞     though   she   teased,   hyeon's   legs   tightened   around   the   man's   waist,   unwilling   to   release   their   possessive   grip.

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[frozcnlight]

@blackhardtt asked: *takes the butter you've been stocking up in your freezer* ;3c. // roderick Random ask - always welcome

Miran was taken aback by that level of mischief. Her mouth hung open, azure eyes squinted and she slowly raised her index finger to point at him, “Put that butter back. Now!”, she spoke, sounding more like she talked to a nosy dog rather than to a human. 

“You can’t just go around and steal stuff! That's... that's illegal!”

[oakthcrn]

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine

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