#gorgnes

[roseguidedarc]

@gorgns​  LIKED  for a starter !   +   ft visenya iii targaryen 

      𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑  brother in the wake of what had happened recently to luke.   not only to see of his welfare, but to inquire of his progress in securing the north for their cause against the greens.   bundled up in what suitable cloths she had, visenya made the journey from dragonstone to winterfell—the image of a huge black  &&  purple beast flying about the skies either struck people with awe or   𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻   !   everyone knew of the strength of the dragons before their house stood divided   &&   even a lone rider tended to set people on unease.     ;      from the sky her dragon lands among the frost covered grounds, a thin veil of snow falling from grey clouds overhead.   the castle looms   &&   tessarion gives a great unsatisfied grumble at the cold nipping at her riders cheeks   &&   even her own skin despite the hard, steel like scales.   ❝   rȳbagon, tessarion.  umbagon.  I’ll sagon yn iā moment.  ❞   commands the targaryen princess with a pat to her companions neck before moving away.   violet eyes settle in a collection of people camped on the outside of the village, but not nearest the castle. visenya approaches a woman,   ❝  excuse me, my lady . . . i am searching for someone i believe to be among your people.   could you  𝙰𝙸𝙳  me in finding her ?  ❞

[archivedazmenka]

@gorgns​ / ❝  a dead enemy is a thing of beauty .  ❞

     NEVER HAD HE DREAMT TO ENCOUNTER A CREATURE OF LEGEND. A WALKING FAIRYTALE; alluring in her terrifying way, but stories have travelled the world, and plenty. enough of them reaching his ears and settling in his mind to know that a woman, by herself, on an otherwise deserted island, is a bearer of bad news. siren’s calls and giant’s eyes so far have evaded them, and him and his crew no doubt are lucky            how to stay lucky though, now that is a different challenge altogether. elbows propped on the railing of his ship, big and towering, unfortunately washed into the shallows by a raging storm the night before, does he wait for the high tide to wash back into the bay. grant them some kind of leverage to reach deeper waters again.

      his men are forbidden from leaving the ship. and perhaps for the better of it.

       “I’d be inclined to toast to that, but I feel that I might regret leaving this ship.” his gaze goes out to the island behind her but he hears her voice at the shore, clear enough. however they had started chatting he can hardly recall, but the sun by now has risen higher and higher in the sky. not much longer, he knows, and they’d be able to set sail towards the open seas again. “tell me           ” Maron shifts his weight from foot to the other. “what enemies does one have on a lonely island like this? cast away in the middle of the sea.”

asoiaf sentences / accepting.

[seasreign]

                                                    &   * º.゜   starter  call   :  @gorgns   .

 just  because  he’s  got  better  vision  in  the  dark  than  humans  doesn’t  mean  he  doesn’t  know  it’s  fuckin’  weird  to  be  wearing  sunglasses  when  it’s  dark      .      so  does  everyone  else      ,      by  the  way  they  were  staring  at  her      .      that’s  why  he’s  coming  right  back  out  of  the  little  tourist  shop      ,      his  hair  held  back  with  a  tie  so  the  temple  tips  of  his  new  sunglasses  don’t  get  caught  in  his  hair      .                        ❝          no  sense  in  not  being  protected      .      those  are  the  sun’s  rays  up  there  at  that  moon      .      could  still  be  dangerous      .          ❞                        he  lifts  a  shoulder      .                            ❝          seems  like  you  know  your  way  around  this  place      .          ❞

[difficulttoforgive]

    @gorgns asked for will. 

    WILL’S MEMORY IS BLURRY. He remembers the battle at the end of the world, fighting for his life on the Jolly Roger alongside an armada of pirates from the world around. He remembers Elizabeth. After that the details aren’t so clear. There was lancing pain and the world went sort of sideways and his lungs filled with salt. The fact he’s waking now on a beach without another soul around and a deep gash in his side said enough to sort it out for himself, though.

    BAKING IN THE SUN did him no good, so he found himself crawling, then staggering inland, a hand clutching his side as if he could hold tight enough to make the flesh stitch itself back together. Dehydration, blood loss, and hunger numbed him so that when he began to find the statues he hadn’t the sense to be afraid. Instead there was a sort of fascination with the collection, seemingly scattered across the island, faces twisted with horror. Like a warning. The thought finally struck him at the same moment he heard someone else moving nearby.

    “ HELLO ? ” He called, voice hoarse and cracking. “ Is someone there ? I-- I don’t mean any harm, I just washed ashore. I’m unarmed and wounded, if it counts for anything. ”

[skinvvalkcr]

He had been sitting alone in the forest just a few miles outside the nearest town, Ronon could only guess that it was well past midnight. All he could smell was the rabbit he had cooking over the fire, the scent of cooked meat overcoming his acute sense of smell. Lucky for him, that was not the only one of his senses that was well over that of a normal man. He heard something that sounded much larger than a rabbit move in the forest and in a flash he was on his feet -- a knife being pulled from his belt and his face contorting into something monstrous.

                                    “ Show yourself -- before I come find you.” @gorgns​ ----

[animarumm]

@gorgns​  /  sc. 

      dark eyes stare at the other,  head tilted in curiosity.  it doesn’t take long for the angel to recognize who the woman is  (  it would be rather difficult not to  )  and a grimace pulls at radueriel’s lips.  ‘  i never did like poseidon.  ’

[alturans]

from @gorgns  H , G , B !!! for ferrus :3

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Ferrus is quick to fall in love & slow to fall out of love. He’ll give his heart away at the drop of a hat, without knowing if a person is good or bad. It gets him into interesting, often bad situations. 

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Ferrus is pretty good at gift-giving! In modern times he’ll get his closest friends designer jewelry, clothes, et cetera. If he’s REALLY fond of you he’ll tailor make something gorgeous for you. He’s never received a bad reaction from his handmade gifts, so I’d say he’s pretty good at it. 

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Ferrus loves flowers! He especially loves hallucinogenic ones & poisonous ones. Angels Trumpet & Belladonna are definite favs. 

[bledthrice-moved]

from @gorgns​ [  ‘ some names will always be cursed ’ oh man ] 

Cursed like my name or cursed like yours ? The question is left unsaid as Ferrus falls into a dark mood. He steeples his fingers together and leans forward ever so slightly. It’s hard, he thinks, to have a cursed name. His own was so cursed that he had to leave the very planet he called home. “But if you wear that curse like armor one is far less likely to be hurt. . .” He trails off. It’s not that he’s trying to make light of things, but isn’t that what they both had to do to survive?

“Gets lonely though.” He comments, softly, as he looks up to his friend. “I imagine you get lonely too.” As much as Ferrus holds most people at an arm’s length, as much as he tries his best to be left well enough alone, somehow they’ve become friends with each other. Even with Medusa’s hatred of men—even with Ferrus’ long list of trauma—they’ve somehow made it. 

“We have each other though.” He smiles faintly. “I know I may be somewhat of a consolation prize, all things considered, especially considering what you’ve been through—but I’m here, Medusa. And I’ll set fire to the rain if it keeps a single man from ever hurting you again.” 

[hrker-a]

STARTER / @gorgns​

                       life is not a song ; jonathan harker had learned so long ago , through a series of battles and losses he had never imagined himself taking on . blood had stained every inch of his quiet life , left clumps of white hairs upon his once thick dark hair , taken loved ones in the most vile of manners . all of this had happened and yet , somehow , he remained UNBROKEN . but now , as a man who had looked the devil in the eye and vanquished it , mr . harker could not help but feel as if history was repeating itself . 

                          gloved hands flipped through newspaper pages . the title read , in big bold letters , GRUESOME MURDER AT MILLWALL !  and as the lawyer skimmed through the article describing the death of a young man by the docklands due to blood loss , something within him squirmed . a sense of uneasiness that he wished he could repress but that still persisted . there hadn’t been signs of a struggle , authorities believed him to have been stabbed on the throat but none of his belongings had been taken ... harker had to toss the newspaper onto the seat next to him in order to escape the horrible thoughts that had crept into his mind . but it was too late ; they were there , traveling faster than the train he sat in . ANOTHER MONSTER LURKED CLOSE TO HOME . he’d have to write to mina as soon as he arrived to brighton in order to warn her and the others .

                        it was after his sudden dismissal of the paper that mr . harker realized the passenger sitting across from him might have found his behavior somewhat rude . he wished not to overwhelm others with his own troubles . he was usually well behaved and gentle ( he truly was ! ) but now , the perspective of another hunt weighed down his shoulders and ruined jonathan’s usual perfect posture .  “  my apologies .  ”   the lawyer said , looking somewhat embarrassed . the woman sitting across from him needn’t hear his woes . harker had taken but a small glance at her and immediately felt the looming presence of A TRAGEDY . 

[draculyr-a]

@gorgns  starter   call.  /   currently   CAPPED.

 it    is    he    that   can   look   upon   her,    dead   and   barren   as   the    hollow   veins   that   map   his   wraithly   pallor.   there    is    within    him    no    heartbeat,    no    rushing   of   human   blood   that   does   not   slosh   within   his   belly,   warming   him   against   the   chill   of   mediterranean    wind.   he   is    a    corpse   with    no   scent.   a    banshee   with    no    scream.     

 the   count   is   cautious,    boots    crushing    sand   and   human   bone   beneath   his   heel   in   his   approach.    and   although   he   has   heard   the   stories   of   her   unearthly   and   monstrous   gift,   it   is   thanks   to  his   own   that    HE   CAN   FEEL   NO   FEAR.

“   i   had   hoped   that   the   stories   of   a   guardian   would   prove   to   be    true.   ”

[avras]

➠                                   STARTER       ::      @gorgns​

𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙀𝙇  𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎,  the  gods  had  plenty  of  those    ...   psyche  couldn’t  help  but  to  feel  lucky  about  what  happened  to  her     ...    as  her  heartaches  for  the  woman  of  snakes.  as  the  goddess  butterfly  wings,  glowed    ...   but  as  soon  as  bare  feet  touched  the  holy  ground  they  disappeared.  as  the  woman  held  a  woven  basket  filled  with  the  most  finest  of  fruits.  𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉  𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍  𝙊𝙁  𝙂𝙊𝘿𝙎     ...  psyche  felt  the  tension  of  this  temple.  small  steps  were  taken  inside    ...   as  the  expression  of  fear  appeared  all  around,  frozen  in  time.   𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀  𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝘿  𝙂𝙊𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙎��,  put  herself  to  the  task  to  leave  offerings  for  the  woman  named  medusa,  maybe  it  was  kindness                  or  pity.

                          𝙎𝙃𝙀  𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙊𝘿  𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙋  𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃  𝙄𝙉  𝙏𝙃𝙀  𝙏𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀, placing  the  basket  on  the  ground   ...  as  orbs  closed  a  sigh  came  out  of  her.  ❝  medusa  i  hope  you  don’t  feel  threatened  by  my  presence.  ❞   she  had  no  idea  where  the  woman  was  in  this  huge  temple.  however,  if  she  was  her  place  she  would  of  been  weary  of  the  other  gods.  after  all,  two  of  the  high  and  mighty  gods  did  something  horrible  to  her.  ❝      𝙄   𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏   𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙃  𝙏𝙊  𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙀𝙍  𝙔𝙊𝙐  𝘼  𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉  𝙊𝙁  𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏  𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  𝙁𝙊𝙊𝘿    ...  then  i’ll  be  on  my  way.  ❞

[vliyarchive]

@gorgns​​   /   sc.

BREATH  CATCHES  IN  THE  THROAT,  already  so  lagged  by  time  marching  on  and  muck.  fingers  flex,  the  fleshy  beak-end  twitches,  a  near-toothless  grin  stretching  cracked  features.  the  ability  to  feel  disgust  was  lost  trine  ago,  yet  it  knows  fear,  but  fascination  too  —  even  if  the  former  keeps  its  head  down.  "  HOW  —   ...  marvelous.  "

[seascaled]

     ︑   i merely learned there may be  clue  on this island to that which would save a man’s soul chained to the sea  .  to kill  ANYONE  is neither my goal nor  intent  . ︑

                                   @gorgns​           ☠  that includes me  .  i would like to not die ty  .

[flownwest]

                  “ LOOK  ,      LADY , “      he’s   never   much   been   the   talking   type   ----   and   at   night   he   often   spends   his   time   with   a   drink   and   his   own   company .      he   likes   it   that   way .     SOMETIMES  ,     YOU   MAY   EVEN   SPOT   HIM   WITH   A   BOOK   IN   HIS   LAP .      even   the   gang   has   to   wonder   where   he’s   run   off   to   sometimes  ,     always   leaving   without   WARNING .       its   just   the   peace   &   quiet   that   he   craves .

                                   “ this   better   be   important   ‘cus   i’m   kinda   busy . “     @gorgns​

[demonslayvr]

                >> 🔥 <<                  ❝          I THINK YER   misunderstandin’ why ‘m here   ---  i’m here  MOSTLY  on accident   . .  not   cause i care much ‘bout what yer doin’ t’humans ‘n all that,  lady.  as long as it doesn’t   HIT   their radar i couldn’t care less.       ❞                

@gorgns​ / 🔥

[violints]

@gorgns​,            &            call .            (   # 22   )

‘   i would like to be the air that inhabits you      —      for a moment only.      i would like to be that unnoticed       &      THAT NECESSARY.    ’