#heaves

[sciderman]

[wiirocku]

Nahum 1:5 (NKJV) - The mountains quake before Him, The hills melt, And the earth heaves at His presence, Yes, the world and all who dwell in it.

[just-null]

did you see the omake of noritoshi getting his hair cut?

homie you KNOW i saw it. i was actually going to make a post abt his short hair! i love every noritoshi w any hair length.. hes beautiful in every one

[omake under the cut for anyone who wants to see it. warning for jjk manga spoilers]

[moroser]

chapter 6 of vampire au is up!

----> here!!

[darlington-v]

fat butches i love you

you are so so hot and so so sexy and also unstoppable

and u deserve the world

[failbrothers]

oh so lestat is EVIL evil. got it

[axellis]

ahh ahhh . axellis routines much to think about. axel wakes up noon at the earliest but hes like raring to go the second hes up and he likes simple stuff like oatmeal or grits for breakfast unless he's really feelin it then he might do some eggs and bacon and he'll brush his teeth and do the water gargling (because its funny) and then he gets dressed and the second hes out the door there is tnt to his face

[exclted]

✩ ‧₊˚ ENGAGEMENTS —

The last time she had set foot into a ball had been nothing short of disastrous. Awkward tensions and bonds worn thin by time apart, the overwhelming ache of the absence of home. This time it's not quite the same, no, because this time those bonds are healed and the ball is... well... this.

But it could be worse.

flowers —

— air ; kris — earth ; azelle — water ; owain — fire ; larcei — lightning ; inigo

credit

[the-stray-liger]

If you want a Fire Fox bigbadtoystore still has them in stock for $60. The Shadow Fox is out of stock but honestly I see them come back around at least twice a year so you just gotta keep an eye out for restocks. BBTS and Gundam Planet are the two main sites I watch for Zoids pre orders and restocks and they generally have the most reasonable prices. Their preorders are usually discounted also.

oh my god don't do this to me when I'm already out of money for food. don't do this to me

[imaginarianisms]

Alayne Stone knew that look all too well. Ocean hues shift downcast as a dainty hand grasps at her handheld mirror to look at her reflection in the looking glass. She recognized it from King's Landing when Littlefinger would whisper in the Queen's ear. Petyr was her guardian, laughing, gentle and sweet, but this man sitting before her was another breed entirely, the likes of kingmakers and kingbreakers. Sometimes it had become almost impossible to tell the two apart. Tonight's feast had gone well enough with Young Falcon Harrold the Heir in her grasp. And yet, like mirrors, illusions can be shattered just as easily if one didn't have their wits about them. Sweetrobin had been furious seeing her upon the floor with the young man but luckily he did not fall into another sickly fit, her poor little lord. Her stomach fluttered.

❝Tonight went pleasantly well, Father, more than I'd hoped it would be,❞ Alayne began, the word 'father' rotting in her mouth, ❝only I do have my own concerns.❞

Alayne, all clad in raven black as if she were attending a funeral, began to experiment with her headpieces, brushing her long black tresses with a gloved hand before placing a silver and sapphire blue falcon headpiece in her hair. ❝I asked the Heir if he would name his babe Cinnamon if it's a girl or Cloves if it's a boy, and he laughed, then I told him that if we were to wed that he would need to send Saffron back to her father in Gulltown, I would be all the spice he wanted... however, if he touches me in ways no man should touch his bride or turns on me, I want him thrown out of the Moon Door to join Lady Arryn.❞ She would never endure another Joffrey ever again.

That was her first concern. She looks up from the looking glass up to Lord Baelish, ocean eyes glinting in the dark. ❝Yohn Royce and Anya Waynwood do not trust you and Myranda Royce keeps asking me odd questions, as you know. You once told me to prepare for the future and I have been deep in thought about it. In an ideal world, I would rally all of the Knights of the Vale behind me and leave the South behind while the Lannisters engage with the fanatics in King's Landing and then, if the rumors are true, Prince Aegon VI Targaryen's forces from Storm's End, to take back the North and Winterfell when the Boltons are overthrown by either Stannis or a traitor in their ranks. However, if there is anything the Red Keep has taught me, Father, it is that nothing ever truly goes according to plan all the time. How do you propose we go about telling the lords and ladies of the Vale? The Lannisters have friends even here.❞

Her gyrfalcon Courtesy landed on the windowsill of her chambers that had previously belonged to Lysa Arryn in the Gates of the Moon. Alayne rises to her feet, turning her back on him momentarily as she walks to the window and allows the great bird to latch to her arm. Returning to her seat, Courtesy's eyes look intently at the Lord of Harrenhal, almost like a protective mother over her chick, for gyrfalcons were the greatest and rarest of birds, and female gyrfalcons towered over their male counterparts. Gloved fingers scratch at Courtesy's head as she leans into her lady's touch, affectionately chirping from her beak, and Alayne turns to look at Lord Baelish again, a sly smile playing her lips as she eyes the gyrfalcon's grey and white colors—Stark colors—and back at him again.

Harry Hardyying was handsome indeed, that much was true, yet so was Joffrey, her dwarf husband Tyrion was twisted and yet he never hurt Sansa Stark, and yet none of them were Aurane Waters, the swaggering Bastard of Driftmark with dark skin, silver gold hair and blue-green eyes and his way with words and his sweet mouth.

Sansa Stark loved Aurane Waters... but it was never to be, she thought with a sharp pang of sadness in her heart, having never let go of the silver seahorse pendant the Bastard of Driftmark had given the Stark girl and kept it in a chest where she kept jewelry that once belonged to Lysa Arryn and Sansa Stark. The only light in the chambers were the candles. She still tasted the giant lemoncake in the shape of the Giant's Lance from the great feast from earlier that evening on her tongue.

Alayne rises momentarily once more to fetch a cloak made of the fur of black foxes now that night had settled in and the moonlight filtered through the window and wrap it around herself; she felt cold, but the night was hers now. ❝Let us go with the notion that things do indeed go smoothly for the most part and we ride north with the Knights of the Vale behind me. It is either the Boltons I have to face or Stannis Baratheon who wanted my brother dead; either way, it is no matter, I shall have Courtesy tear their eyes from their sockets and then when that is done, I will rip out Roose Bolton's heart like he did mine. And yet surely I will need more allies, no? The North is fractured, scattered and divided and the Riverlands are broken and bleeding. If I may, as you are Lord of Harrenhal, why not give it to Walder Frey and be done with it? Give him the curse of Harren the Black so they may call him Walder the Wicked.❞

Standing before Lord Baelish was seemingly another girl entirely from the girl who arrived at King's Landing all those years ago; the years had hardened her. ❝And if the rumors really are true, that Aegon VI Targaryen has come from across the sea intent on taking the Iron Throne, Father, he'd do well to bring me Queen Cersei's head.❞ That is, if he had any hope of bringing the North peacefully back into the fold once the North, the Riverlands, the Vale and most importantly, Winterfell were hers. Finally, after all these years of suffering and tribulations, she was going home. Only...

❝What if I am not fit to reign over the North?❞ She had seen the North in her dreams countless times now through the eyes of Courtesy, but just as the gyrfalcon laid eyes on the great castle of Winterfell, she woke up everytime. Sansa wanted more than anything to be the great unifier her people and country so desperately needed... whether she could, however was another matter entirely. She was never taught to rule, arithmetic was a nightmare to her (she really had tried improving with Baelish but to little avail) and worst of all, she had been wed to a Lannister, forcefully, granted, but the Northerners were a stubborn and fiercely loyal yet wary people.

@asoulunbound || src.

[soyochii]

Quick doodles before I evaporate.

[indigonite]

Lunch Break

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[darlington-v]

at the risk of sounding like a loser how tf u make friends on the internet anymore

[goldenguillotines]

Watching kinnporsche aging for the //looks at Talley marks// 6th time sorry for if I say anything unhinged about my plot

[wulfhalls]

a love so transcendental and true and all-encompassing and deep-rooted and overpowering and REAL it overcomes all obstacles and undooms THE old men yaoi ship of all time. spirk happy end in the year of our lord 2024. parted and never parted never and always touching and touched................. together forever at last.

[lasalebete]

@ihatethisshitimhereformycousin

they deserve to be in love