#direodes

[shadowbrn]

❝ oh, i'm not going anywhere. ❞

@direodes ( a.j. connelly ) 💖 for jake.

[folkorae]

She cares his cheek, embracing his warmth too. Feyre cannot imagine a life without him, her other half, her mate, her everything ; the one who actually could understand her and make her feel things no one else could. The warmth of Rhysand’s kiss ricocheted through her whole body and Feyre had to fight the urge to kiss him right there ( and certainly he can feel that through their bond ). “ Good. ” Feyre said. “ I wouldn’t like to be bothered when I am with you. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀eyes softening, head slightly tipping into her hand as he savors her warmth, practically nuzzling his cheek against her palm. rhysand wants to allow her the chance to blossom, and will give her the world if she asked for it, but this part of him was telling him to keep her protected from everything and anything. but rhysand wasn’t him. giving her a soft smile, rhys turns his head to press a gentle kiss onto feyre’s palm. 〝 it’s not ruined, i won’t allow it. I won’t even allow azriel or cassian to bother us. 〞

[litearra]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url. ( or just tag however many people you want )

L - let me love you by mario I - i wanna be yours by arctic monkey T - toxic by britney spears E - empires by ruelle A - are you with me by nilu R - run for the hills by tate mcrae R - r.i.p 2 my youth by the neighbourhood A - antihero by taylor swift

tagged by: @literare

tagging: @burygods, @shadowbrn, @2onrad, @direodes, @deceiful, @ac1num, @nightstriumph & @vi0letnce

[stellaelillac]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ? ; oh, the smirk her lips are showing while she walks through the palace walls pretending to hide, pretending to play this game of hide and seek. And yet, it felt disappointing how easy it is to bait him. It seems like curiosity takes the best of even the most powerful ones — and she couldn’t quite blame him for it. The goddess could play this game all night only to see how long it would take for the king of Hell to get tired of it and finally come to her. However, the fun always needs to come to an end and for this plan to work, she needs to be the one in control. Fury walks toward the palace gardens with such confidence, that she knows no one would be there while they chat for a little bit. The goddess ignites her own power one last time just to tell him where she is. Only this time, she wouldn’t run away. Fury has her back to @direodes once he finally arrives, she slowly turns around and bows — quite dramatically and slowly but once she is moving back up, Fury's eyes ignite with flames only for a mere moment.

one could classify being the king of hell as exhilarating, the power to hold every little thing in the palm of your hand and having the power to squash it, whenever you feel it’s necessary. the house of wrath flourished in the destruction of others, the anger that fuels and binds each individual. he was unsure why he agreed to an extravagant ball, hosting the demons of his house, yet it was anir who made the suggestion. if anything, the general of war would have rather spent his evening training, allowing himself the opportunity to refine his strategies. and yet here he was, adorning a black suit as the demons of his house celebrated amongst their king.

he could see anir smiling from where he was standing, hand lightly holding the golden glass as he observed those around him. if he slipped out now, it seemed no one would miss him, and the hand that moved to bring the glass to his lips stilled when he felt it. HER, the power radiating off of her with enough force to leave the king curious, his hand dropping as he searched the room for that ounce of power. wrath’s spine tingled, his freehand gently drifting over the house dagger attached to his hip.

golden flecks eye every individual in the room, his movements slow, calculated as he finds himself shifting from the throne placed in the center of the room. wrath catches anir’s eye, and as his eyes do another sweep over the room that’s when he finally spots it. the power, the essence of her being. her. a slight smirk creeps it’s way onto his lips as he watches her, the only woman adorning a mask, keeping her identity hidden. a game of cat and mouse. taking a long, slow spit of his wine, wrath keeps his eyes on her, straightening himself up before taking a step. and just as quickly as she appeared … he feels the power dissipating his smile dropping as she disappears amongst his house.

wrath thrusts the glass towards a demon, allowing them to take it before he descends from his alter, eyes taking in every member of his house with a staggering breath, a careful and watchful eye. every time he thought he caught a glimpse of her, she disappeared. he was growing restless, hungry for the one woman who caught his attention.

[litearra]

spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url (or however many you'd like!) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

L - lidia cervos from crescent city I - iris winnow from divine rivals T - tairneanach from the empyrean E - eadaz uq-nāra from the priory of the orange tree A - adam lockwood from playing for keeps R - rhysand from a court of thorns and roses R - reina mori from the atlas six A - alex stern from ninth house

tagged by: @lingeringscars

tagging: @literare, @direodes, @anqael, @laten1ghts, @erealiae, @shadowbrn & @2onrad

[litearra]

how are you color coded?

RED CODED

red, a study in being in love with the thrill, the ticking of a broken clock, and hearing your heartbeat in your ears. you've become addicted to the thrill of danger and living life recklessly. you've managed to make people believe that you're untouchable, that you live life so dangerously and yet so precisely that the world revolves around you and only you. but it doesn't. it moves without you, it will continue to move when you stop, and it will always move on when you never move again. the world is uncaring. and you have to match that energy. you can't stop moving, or you'll end up dead.

tagged by : @nightstriumph

tagging : @literare, @direodes, @burygods, @shadowbrn & @erealiae

[folkorae]

“ That right there it’s exactly the problem, Xaden. ” Violet practically snapped at him and she has tried not to but it was hard. She had loved him, and still does and with that, comes with the fact that she has given her heart to her wingleader only to watch him crush it right in front of her by hiding very important things. “ There is always a reason ; the reason you can’t fucking trust me with. And you are right, an I’m sorry can never fix this. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ 〝 everything i did, there was reason behind it. 〞 the need to justify his actions was strong, even if he was still not telling her the full truth. secrets would always need to be hidden, yet the overwhelming desire to spill his heart out was more intense than anything. he hadn’t felt like this with someone before. 〝 i’m sorry, 〞 he replies quietly, his eyes searching hers for any sort of reaction. xaden can feel sageyl chastising him for the apology ; it could’ve been better.〝 and i know an i’m sorry can’t fix everything.. 〞

[shadowbrn]

@direodes. ❝ oak ... ❞ blake reaches out and squeezes his hands. she supports him a lot. he's her big brother and her hero, and she'd support him through anything. and this? this she understands. he says its his dream, and she knew that already. oakley has dreamed of going pro since he was old enough to hold a hockey stick. ❝ i've got your back in this. ❞ she tells him with a soft smile, ❝ if this is truly what you want, i'm going to have your back. stand by you. all that. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ watching her reaction, oakley knows that if her reaction was like this, their parents’ would be much, much worse. 〝 i’m dropping out of school, 〞 he says softly, looking down at his hands before looking back up. 〝 this is my last semester at briar.. and then i entered the draft, i’m projected to be picked first, blake. this is my dream. 〞

[folkorae]

His warmth, his love was everything she could have asked for. The thought of losing Rhysand is terrifying, heartbreaking, like a part of herself would be lost forever ; and she might as well be dead if that ever comes to happen. Feyre almost lost him during the war, she almost lost her whole world — her mate and honestly, she wouldn’t know what to do without him. She is relieved that they were finally at peace, the inner circle is safe along with Velaris. Despite everything that happened between Feyre and her sisters, they were still her family ( and Feyre would do anything to protect them ). The high lady stepped away from him, only one step was enough to make a playful scene. “ Well, if you don’t plan to teach me anything more. I shall take my leave. ” She says, teasing the high lord right back and of course that Feyre wouldn’t go anywhere.

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀they were finally at peace, able to rest without worrying if something was going to happen to the other person.. they were safe, the people of velaris was safe and it was a moment worth celebrating. holding onto the idea that he almost lost her, holding onto the realization that he would’ve let his own mate be with someone else if it meant she were happy. his love had disappeared when he lost his mother and sister, yet feyre was the one who brought it back. 〝 i wanted you to feel comfortable, to feel at home. 〞 rhys’s hand wraps itself tighter around her waist, holding her against him as he presses his cheek onto her forehead with a little smile. chuckling lowly at her tease, he gently squeezes her waist as he looks down at her, eyebrows raised just slightly. 〝 you seem to have learned your lesson.. class dismissed. 〞 he teases back, doing a quick look down at her shoes before smiling wide at her.

[halfrust]

her hands remained clasped behind back, watching the point guard as he moves towards her. his presence commanding attention, and indy's was trained on him. always had been in some ways, her eyes always searching for him in any room. whether it be out of interest or just to annoy the male shay twin. look at them now. "me in nothing but your jersey." the blonde says it so casually, delicate hands unclasp to rest against his that engulf her waist, nose crinkles slightly as she bites plump lower lip in thought. "i know where i stand. right here."

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ raising his eyebrows towards her, ryan chuckles slightly, moving to invade her space as he wraps his hands around her waist, pulling her close to him. 〝 what do i get if i do? 〞 he whispers, a teasing smirk on his face as he leans down to brush his nose against hers. ryan could practically see the wheels spinning, her thoughts broadcasted like a television show. and he loved it. 〝 was just making sure you knew where you stood. 〞

[chrryblsssm]

❝    does    it    actually    matter    if    it's    sexy?    ❞    she    asks,    lifting    an    eyebrow.    ❝    do    you    want    to    be    teased    all    night?    is    it    still    going    to    be    sexy    when    you    have    it    off    my    body    within    roughly    four    seconds    of    us    getting    home?    ❞    there    was    a    good    chance    whatever    she    chose    was    going    to    end    up    being    sexy    anyway,    but    she    liked    to    bother    nate.    it    was    fun.    ❝    sexy    kitten    is    always    a    good    idea,    right?    simple,    easy...    but    last    year    i    wore    a    velvet    bodysuit    and    i'm    thinking    about    pleather    this    year.    ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ 〝 if you're dragging me through this halloween costume search, might as well pick something sexy. 〞

@chrryblsssm liked for a one line sentence starter : nate for anastasia

[halfrust]

" are you trying to make me cry? " fingers come to wipe under her eyes, trying not to ruin her make - up --- that her and indy spent hours on doing. " i'm proud of you too, ry'. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ 〝 i don't think i've ever told you how proud i am of you, stevie. 〞

@halfrust liked for a one line sentence starter : ryan for stevie

[literare-a]

last year of college, and the pressure was definitely on. barely picked up after summer, and the homework was one thing, pressure on the ice another. all the while trying to figure out how to make the time for her boyfriend in the middle of everything. had a whole summer together, and maybe she miss him more than she had anticipated when away on competition or he was away for games. mismatching scheduls, not quite something they can do anything about most days. so, it ended in quite a few study dates. not that she minded, rather this than nothing at all. glancing up from books as he speak, a smile tugging at the corner of lips. right now ? sounds like a dream. ditching school, slink off to some far away town and just keep head down. no more pressure at all. leaving it all behind, knew it wasn't possible for either of them tho. a low chuckle while tossing the pen down on the notebook, nose crinkle playfully. " mmm, doesn't sound too bad right now. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀ 〝 what if we just ran away.. you become some ice skating coach in a small town and i’ll be the hockey coach, we wouldn’t have to worry about this anymore. 〞 he throws a hand out to the work in front of him , homework , the school year having just started again. they already had homework, yet he believed his senior year would’ve been easier than the previous years. inevitably hockey season would begin and while this was his last year as captain , last year at ucmh , it still felt like he didn’t have enough time. soon both of them would be preoccupied with their respective sports , school being piled on top of it — to them focusing on graduating and eventually starting their careers. he just wanted a little more time. the summer felt like a few fragments of time and he didn’t want to lose anything they’d built. 〝 we won’t even have to tell anyone. 〞

@literare liked for a starter : nathan hawkins for kennedy sterling.

[litearra]

made it a habit of watching the draft picks over beers and pizza. seen both the joyous smiles and the forced ones when someone wasn't drafted to their dream team. wesley remembers it too vividly himself, at the mere age of 18 he had been first overall pick - that was eight years ago. they had had a rough season, however the devils winning first pick softened the blow of flunking their season. waiting outside the training facilities, a tradition more or less - easier to meet the new players on neutral ground than the ice or locker room. turning on his heel when he hears an unfamiliar voice, brow lifted as he gives the rookie a once over.     ❝ daddy didn't drop you off? ❞ he snarks, still a grin finds its way to his features, eyes crinkling at the corners. a legacy just like he had been, a surname paving their way - or a weight upon shoulders that would make boys crumble. wes could only hope for the sake of the rookie that his dad had prepared him better than his own had, when he was first picked.     ❝ wesley clemonte, it's nice to meet you rookie. ❞ sticking his hand out in greeting. granted these last couple of years is hadn't been for winning two stanley cups like his dad had managed, rather for scandals outside of the ice.

moving into briar university was something different. sure he was coming in as a freshman, eighteen years old, ready to start his college career playing hockey : yet he had connections. his cousin, gigi who attended the same university, his best friend, waylan who he was rooming with. the hockey guys had already met one another, it was an easier transition, he wasn’t that far from home either. but now.. he was hours away from his family ( a family that was filled with tension ) because he dropped out of college to pursue his dreams of playing hockey professionally. and he made it. first overall pick, drafted to new jersey, oakley was excited for this new experience ahead of him. yet nerves were high.

now twenty years old, ready to begin his first season with the devils, his first training camp before preseason and eventually his first nhl game. it was all coming so quickly, and before he knew it, oakley was standing in the training facility, ready to meet his new team. he was excited. hands tugging at his hockey bag, making sure it was high over his shoulder, he spots a group of guys, making his way over, giving them a light smile. 〝 hey.. i’m oakley, one of the new guys on the team. 〞 better leave the last name out of it.. they’ll find out soon enough.

@litearra liked for a starter … accepting