#illya 002

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @illyaoakheart​ where: the maze within the gardens of highgarden, following the rumours of ‘the watchers’ regarding the nature of cedric tyrell and lucrezia redwyne’s relationship

Highgarden's seemingly endless maze was once a place of good memories, a place where it felt as though the beginning of her place and her association with those in the realm had quietly begun; with the sound of her footsteps breaking twigs, and being utterly lost after wandering away from the Great Hall her mother and father were within. Hazel hues moved quietly to the sight of an overhanging tree, in which she had once seen two nine year old boys hanging upon it; one of fox thorn and one of the Goldengrove's oldest way.

Her eyes now looked upon the very same tree, and it were almost as though she could sense the silhouette of him remaining within it; how he had been the one to drop seamlessly down from the tree, whilst striking blue eyes continued to look upon her from above with curious, amused eyes. Different to warm ones. Seven Hells, it's a girl Mathis. Yeah, I can see that Ced.

There was a familiar, quiet sting that seemed to come from the very back of her eyes as she felt her throat close up around her; when the Lady of Old Oak had wished to tour the grounds of Highgarden's endless mass of gardens, considering she would someday soon preside over them all, the Lady of the Arbor was happy to accept. They needed some air, and she wished for some time alone with the woman considering the recent bump they had worked to communicate through. 

Society pages continued to whisper, and yet, Lucrezia did not wish to speak on such rumours; and did not wish to speak on the idea of her reputation being tainted.

Nor did she wish to speak on what horrible things had been said about the woman she deemed her sister. There would always be those who wished to undermine and see them fall, for their positions were so powerful in court. Lucrezia understood that, however needed to remain patient whilst others got accustomed to learning it too. They had gone around in circles countless times now, and were lost; still, they were within Highgarden's grounds.

She quietly realised the beginning of this maze was where Helena Tyrell had been murdered on her wedding day. To him. This maze was full of ghosts, and worked to ignore the feeling of the hedges closing around her. "At least in here, there are no eyes looking at us with taints of scandal and shame." The Lady of the Arbor spoke, wondering whether she could hear the sound of twigs snapping, or whether she were caught in history. 

"We'll have to go around a few times, and we'll get out eventually. How embarrassing - imagine should the guards notice we have not emerged and have to come looking."

[visxionaries]

♠

her question to him was no doubt a rhetorical one, meant for confirmation with a tint of disbelief; as though she were not expecting the change in conversation to be had. "your name." he spoke, watching as he reached for the goblet of arbor gold; it were plain to see she continued to feel a sense of nerves, probably deep within her stomach. there were many ways one could indulge in the art that was conversation, and he would not hear those who claimed it were an easy thing to accomplish; it took skill, to truly perfect the art of silences not being tense and strenuous, of conversation flowing in the ways the honeywine's currents flowed into the seas.

it were not as though he was truly interested, but rather he found himself trying to find something within her that he could use almost as a hook: something to find some common ground in, so these dinners were less awkward. "hm." he mused, his tone of voice quiet as he looked upon her, hearing more and more about her father. he was what was one would not consider a man; even cedric, who did not think as stereotypically as some of his other councillors did. too easily swayed, he believed one ought to carry through with their intentions: regardless of circumstance.

especially in matters such as swearing fealty, and picking sides of a war. or simply, refrain from picking at all.

and as he listened, he ensured to maintain her gaze in short periods whilst he ate, whilst making it clear he was listening. he was good at listening, if it were for a purpose; and this was. "illiyeen." he repeated after her, mindful of the pronunciation; he could still it now. her mother had a vision; and her father had wanted to ensure that his need for control tainted each and every thing his hands could grip onto. "how was that pronunciation?" he asked, his tone clearly implying a slight jest in his voice, a striking ocean gaze almost glinting amused. he was good at knowing when he did not need to speak, and this was such a time; she seemed unable to stop the words flowing from her, despite the awkward pauses and the slight flushes. "tell me. it was abysmal, was it not?" he asked, even though he knew he had repeated it after her correctly; still, he merely enjoyed seeing the slight cracks in her mask. in the porcelain.

conversation was an art form, and oinly the most confident of individuals felt comfortable in starting and continuing it. such was cedric of house tyrell; silver tongued in more ways than one. "so it was not just me then." he could easily decide not to take every dinner across from her table within her grand apartments, and yet he believed there was a point to be made in this regard; that their union was a legitimate, valid one. the court of thorns and roses would know that the king saw the queen, regardless of what else may be whispered in the hallowed halls that stretched with ivy and foliage.

"my mother wished to name me julius, i've been told. my father insisted cedric would fit better with my brother's name." there was a lace of something within his voice was he spoke. kinslayer. an unforgivable sin according to the seven pointed star, and the scripture this woman held so closely to her conscience and her moral being. "and cedric means kindly. beloved. a strength of a second son." cedric continued, the amusement now filtering back into his gaze; how ironic.

now he was the only son. as she asked if her assumption was correct, he only nodded; cedric did prefer people saying what they intended. only, in certain circumstances behind silk and a curtain, he enjoyed the hunt that was trying to understand what was meant. the game that was the chase. it were no jest, to label him a paradox of a man. "noise?" he asked, his tone clearly surprised to hear her say such a thing. he thought she would speak of family dignity, and honour - of order and devotion to the gods that was such a dominant mark upon the culture she was raised within. "what makes you say noise?" he asked, reaching forward to slice at the venison upon his plate; he sliced through it easily, whilst continuing the conversation that he felt like he was pushing forward.

truthfully, cedric did not envision himself with a family of his own; yet he knew according to the customs of their time, it was only natural he would obtain one someday. the stakes were low as a second son…until the stakes were no longer low. the stakes were life and death. "i know not what i envision, at least right now." he commented, knowing it was all too real a possibility that a family could be sooner than expected.

for the only way he knew illya of house oakheart, seemed to be when he spread her open. when their marriage bed filled the empty spaces and the awkward moments, the self guessing and the insecurity; when his hands traced the curves of her body, his queen. the queen he had chosen for the kingdom. for his subjects, for his people, and for himself. he would not lie and pretend as though the thoughts did not stir him closer to his end as he gripped onto her hips, consummating the marriage some nights. "i would want them to be together. it is important for siblings to remain with one another - especially when born into the royal line." cedric was not raised close to his own brother, and it showed. the uprooting of the roses would need to be a chapter in their realm that never happened again.

"highgarden is their seat of power. if they venture across the reach, it is to know their banners, rather than avoiding the rooms and the people who are home." he spoke of a ghost. he spoke of himself.

Though his quip had made her smile, just a ghost of one, the turn in the conversation then made her pause. "My name?" She asked, unable to hide the flash of perplexity in her chocolate and velvet eyes. Do you know? The question was simple enough, but it had been unexpected. Because she did know -- and it was something that had always lingered there, but Illya had not found herself fully thinking on in more years than she could count.

"I do know," she said, blinking the momentary pause from amber hues. "My mother wished to give me the name Illiyeen. That name means something akin to highest heaven. Or... exalted, even. Highest of the high." Though, she did not see herself as such. And her father hadn't, either. "My father wished for something shorter." Another way to control her, and her mother. Keeping them small.

"He found Ishmael -- my brother's name -- too lengthy, too. So, he chose Illya instead. It means noble. Or, great. So he says. It is...simpler." Perhaps her father had not wished her to be divine — but wanted a reminder that she was noble blooded, and only because as her father, that was what he made her. He had made her noble. It was his doing.

She found herself, almost unconsciously, reaching out to gently pick up her glass to take another sip of the Arbor Gold. "He thought it better for our family name to be what stood out, when I was spoken about.” As if he understood family. Illya did -- in some capacity, with her Delight's forever by her side.

Her blood, not herself — her pedigree. Oakheart roots. At times, she'd have rather been closer to heaven than have noble blood. Maybe life would have been happier. Simpler, like her father had intended. It was ironic.

She hadn't even told Meredyth and Lucrezia the name her mother had chosen for her. What had made her tell Cedric?

"...I think you may enjoy people saying what they intend." The comment rolled off her tongue, and her head tilted. It was bolder than what she might normally say. But they'd had several of these dinners, each night with a new surprise. "Is my... is my assumption correct?" Illya almost regretted asking -- but there had been little time to ask questions in the days before they'd wed. War, and infighting, and coups to crush. But her curiosity was growing... or, a voice seemed to whisper.... maybe it was her confidence.

At the mention of the sept, Illya couldn't help the swell of pride in her chest. She had done something -- though it was Cedric who would see it built, and the architects would make it perfect, she had put the idea before them. Illya had done this -- not her father, not her brother. And she opened her mouth to thank Cedric -- he who had seen her idea, her wish, come to fruition rose-petal lips freely upturning this time, but his next words stopped her. Her face went still, and even her hands did not move nervously in lap.

The idea that she wouldn't need return to Oldoak to see his gift? She needn't tarnish a pilgrmage with the shelter of her past? She could worship and pray to her gods without the prying eyes of her father? She could... she could say her thanks and thoughts outloud, truly, and not anxiously await what consequences she'd might return home to. To her, it was more stifling than his agreeing to the initial mahr itself. It was near overwhelming.

And the porcelain cracked again.

"I... I do not have the words." Thank you did not seem enough. Because they'd praised her, because of what he'd done for her. The Rose Queen would do something, for him. Something she thought Cedric would like, with what little she knew and little she was learning. It was some time since she'd taken to sewing shirts, but... perhaps the simplicity of it would find some purchase in him. A small comfort, purely of her own devise, where he had granted her such a great one. Something only she touched. "Cedric, I..." She searched his eyes, finding herself both hopeful and afraid of what he would see there. "That is... that is more kind than you know." Relief. It was relief.

A pause yawned between them, and when she spoke again, this response had no hesitation, and even less explanation. "Noise." She said, simply. "I wish for our family to be filled with noise." Laughter, and running, and sticky fingers and singing. She wanted wet nurses chasing after bare feet, the playing of music. Scraped kness and tears, restless nights and lullabies. Your own, he had said -- but Illya did not think of it that way, even... even if he might. Did he? She didn't allow herself to dwell on it -- his choice of words -- and shoved it down before the anxious well could burn too hot in her stomach. Focus. It didn't matter. It didn't matter -- but what did matter? That it took two to marry, just as it took two to make a family. That was what she'd agreed to do, when she'd said the words. To help make a family.

Little did she know, they'd already begun, and life stirred within her.

"Do... do you envision anything?" She asked, still tentative, but strength growing with each new opportunity to learn who this King of Thorns was. "If... you have pictured it. Perhaps they'd visit The Arbor, often. As we did," Illya flexed her fingers. "well, as you did." She'd only been a small number of times. "Your chosen family. Would you want the same? For them?"

[assortedmutts]

❝ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ❞ illya @ merc

Last of Us sentence starters.

“When was you or I ever lucky?”

It’s meant as a joke as it’s carelessly tossed over Merc’s shoulder as he guides the both of them down the fluorescent-lit corridor of his home, something stupid to take the edge off of things - but the unintended bitterness in his voice betrays him and, a frown crossing his features, the Mercenary quickly snaps his mouth back shut and falls silent once more.

The Blacksite is nothing to write home about: a dull and impersonal, windowless space nestled in the heart of the former Tuberculosis wing on the third floor of the hospital. A barracks of sorts, by its immaculate cleanliness and organization, buzzing with the same dark, guarded energy as the very man who regularly inhabits it; a stark contrast to the wild greenery surrounding it, nature returning to its natural state and attempting to reclaim its hold of the little island, which has been left unattended for the better part of a century. 

The short and narrow corridor opens up to three doorless rooms, standing very dark and still in what, up until a few minutes ago, has been the Mercenary’s absence. Sparing Peril the grand tour, Merc walks past them without so much as glancing inside, swallowing the short distance to the reinforced, stainless steel door guarding the fourth and last room with just a few giant steps. A set of keys fished out of his pocket (and attached, ironically, to a modest lockpicking kit) undoes the three locks keeping the door under heavy guard and a flick of the light switch on its other side reveals what can only be described as a post-apocalyptic, worst-case-scenario panic room. 

Below the narrow bunk bed set very near the ceiling and pressed to the opposite wall stand shelves stocked with enough canned goods and water-filled jerrycans to last him a month; a large, bug-out duffel bag nearly bursting at the seams; infra-red and night-vision equipment, some flares, some hand grenades; some basic survival materials such as chords, ropes, various knives; several spare pairs of Kevlar, helmets, different colored combat boots. But the real kicker: the Mercenary’s pride and joy: is the assortment of firearms covering the remaining walls top-to-bottom, left-to-right. Handguns, rifles, sub- and full-blown machine guns; automatic, semi-automatic, manual; telescopic and laser sights galore. Some of the sniper and assault rifles even appear to have undergone some custom improvements unavailable to the run-of-the-mill consumer.

Shifting his weight from his wounded leg to the good one, the Mercenary crosses his arms over his chest and twists his neck around as to glance at the Red Peril over his shoulder once more though, this time, the man hardly seems bitter. Instead, his brows raise in an even mixture of curiosity and challenge; the corners of his lips twitch in a humored, near-cocky smile.

“What about now, mate? Feel lucky yet?”

[sovietarchive-blog]

@korezni sent ❣ for a caught in the rain kiss.

          illya feels his exhaustion straight down to his bones, an ache that leaves his knees weak and his shoulders slumped.  they’ve finally managed to dock, but the deck remains littered with proof of the storm, slick with rainwater, wooden crates smashed here and there, rope coiled where it shouldn’t be.  the weather itself has died down and most certainly would have been far worse without the help of their squallers.  illya only emerges above deck again after assisting those crew members suffering lingering anxiety with falling peacefully to sleep, something he’s as of yet unwilling to do for himself.  as he expected, the only person who remains is nikolai  ( crafted cleverly as sturmhond once again on this voyage )  and the heartrender allows his face to melt into a gentle smile.

          words aren’t necessary ;  illya has about as much energy for them at this point as he does for hiding his emotions.  despite the soreness in his muscles, he picks his way across the deck, avoiding the myriad of obstacles in his way as he goes.  there’s a certain sluggish adrenaline that always lingers after such a disaster as what they just witnessed, and frankly, once again, illya’s simply grateful to be alive  --  and that the rest of them, his king included, are as well.  but right now, nikolai doesn’t look the polished prince ;  even the typical image of the successful privateer is slightly ruffled in their current state.  instead, both men are soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their foreheads, and the light rain continuing to fall hardly matters in the wake of what they’ve just faced.

          the exhaustion dulls his self control, his ability to deny himself what he needs in this moment.  perhaps it is the potent relief he feels, or the lingering anxious energy, or perhaps simply seeing him standing there on the deck, alone, ruffled yet victorious, a beautiful image illya intends to commit to memory.  his approach quickens just briefly until he reaches the other man, hesitating barely a moment before pressing nikolai back against the mast and claiming his mouth with his own.  the rain runs between them, cool on their hair, on their skin, on their lips, and illya slips his arm around his captain’s waist to pull him flush against him, his kiss sweet and wanting and desperate.  he kisses nikolai until his head swims and he must pull away before the ground drops from beneath him, and it’s only then that he manages to speak, his voice weak with unexpected need.

          ❛   stay with me tonight, nikolai.   ❜

send one for a kiss drabble.

[quierorodarnojodan]

Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

Anime/Manga

Axis Power Hetalia

Alemania x Norte De Italia

Austria x Hungría [♥]

Dinamarca x Noruega

España x Sur De Italia

Prussia x Hungría

Prussia x Austria [♥]

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki x Uryuu Ishida [♥]

Ikkaku Madarame x Yumichika Ayasegawa

Kyouraku Shunsui x Ukitake Jyuushirou [♥]

Carole & Tuesday

Carole Stanley x Tuesday Simmons

Cyborg 009

Jet Link (002) x Albert Heinrich (004)

Digimon

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Dragon Ball

Goku x Vegeta

Durarara!!

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Kadota Kyohei x Izaya Orihara

Fairy Tails

Levy McGarden x Gajeel Redfox

FullMetal Alchemist

Maes Hughes x Roy Mustang [♥]

Get Backers

Kakei Juubei & Fuuchouin Kazuki

Haikyuu!!

Ooikawa Tooru x Iwaizumi Hajime

Haru wo Daiteita

Kato Youji x Iwaki Kyosuke [♥]

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka x Illumi Zoldyck

Leorio Paladiknight x Kurapika [♥]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joseph Joestar x Caesar Zeppeli

Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin [♥]

Mohammed Abdul x Jean Pierre Polnareff

Kuroko no Basket

Atsushi Murasakibara x Tatsuya Himuro

Kiyoshi Teppei x Makoto Hanamiya [♥]

Midorima Shintaro x Takao Kazunari [♥]

Naruto

Uzumaki Naruto x Uchiha Sasuke

Hatake Kakashi x Umino Iruka [♥]

Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino

One Piece

Eustass Kid x Trafalgar D. Law

Roronoa Zoro x Vinsmoke Sanji

Saint Seiya

Manigoldo x Albafika [♥]

Hyoga x Shun

Sailor Moon

Kunzite x Zoisite

Michiru Kaiō x Haruka Tenou

Sakura Card Captor

Touya Kinomoto x Yukito Tsukishiro [♥]

Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Rivaille

Marco Bott X Jean Kirstein

The Prince of Tennis

Inui Sadaharu x Kaidou Kaoru [♥]

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Hotsuma Renjou x Shusei Usui [♥♥♥]

Cartoons

Adventure Time

Marceline Abadeer x Princess Bubblegum

Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Jet x Zuko [♥]

Ed, Edd n Eddy

Kevin x Edd (Doble D)

Generador Rex

Rex Salazar x Noah Nixon [♥]

Happy Tree Friends

Lumpy x Russell

Shifty x Lifty

Splendid x Flippy

Scooby-Doo

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley

The Dragon Prince

Rey Harrow x Viren

The Legend of Korra

Korra x Asami Sato

Iroh II x Bolin

Voltron

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane x Adam [♥]

Xiaolin Showdown

Chase Young x Jack Spicer

Series

9-1-1

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley [♥]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel (Angelus) x Spike (William) [♥]

Willow Rosenberg x Tara Maclay

Carmilla

Carmilla Karnstein x Laura Hollis

Class

Matteusz Andrzejewski x Charlie Smith

Common Law

Travis Marks x Wes Mitchell [♥]

Cobra Kai

Daniel LaRusso x Johnny Lawrence

Deadwind (Karppi)

Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

James T. Kirk x Spock

Leonard MCCoy x Spock

Malcolm Reed x Charles "Trip" Tucker III

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

IT

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

James Bond x Q [♥]

Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

Baze Malbus x Chirrut Îmwe

Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux​ [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne [♥]

Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

Pamela Isley x Harleen Quinzel

Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira [♥♥]

Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

[ninaxmikkelsen]

TASK 002 - CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QS

x nina mikkelsen.x

TW: violence, anxiety & murder

what are 3 flaws your character has? first and foremost, she’s so undeniable scared and anxious of every little thing, which is understandably. nina’s also a little emotionally immature. she really wants to be loved and cared for. she’s a hopeless romantic, or at least she wants to be, but she’s so scared of letting anyone come that close, into the reality of her situation. so she ices people out from getting too deep. and finally, she’s got quite the temper when it comes to certain things, specifically work related. though it comes out as bursts of frustration rather than anger..

what are 3 insecurities your character has? well, her biggest insecurity is her entire personality. which to most would be strange aspect to feel so insecure of, but for nina; she doesn’t even know who the fuck she is anymore. most days she feels like a mime that takes attributes from others and makes it into her own after lying for such a long time, and that hope of rose sondersby being in there, has long gone. so she’s left feeling like an empty bullet casing that just witnessed a violent crime and was left empty afterwards. her other insecurities stem from not feeling like enough, so she’ll overcompensate for that, as child she was an overachiever and even then, her mother never showed any affection towards her. somewhat related is that feeling of not being experienced in a regular life, like little things just seem bizarre to her.

what is something your character is most proud of? nina is most proud of actually being alive, even if she’s not doing much living. just given the prior circumstances, she’s so incredibly lucky to be alive. so her most admirable trait is that will to live, to survive and stand against injustice, which came with a great personal cost that has tested her above and beyond, so that’s what she’s most proud of being durable in a complex situation.

where does your character feel most comfortable?  she feels most comfortable alone at home, in the lanes. perhaps a pile of work to do or something to keep her mind busy. also, some bad television is often involved.

where do they feel most uncomfortable? during any sort of conflict, be it a mild disagreement or argument. she feels extremely uncomfortable if she’s not in the driving seat of the situation. so she’ll often storm out or go quiet if it gets a little to overwhelming.

what are some hobbies of your character? she doesn’t have any real hobbies, maybe chugging down on tequila? ha! can’t do that anymore. her work as florist serves a certain purpose by keeping her mind busy, but the only healthy way she emotes is by going outside for walks. strolling around town until anything that bothers her makes sense or she’s too tired to continue.

are they more extroverted or introverted? maybe a little mix of the two? i would say she’s an introvert that desperately wants to be an extrovert. so she’s much more comfortable being on her own because that’s what she knows ( and that’s a little bit out of fear of the unknown ). buuuut, she still wants to be around people, she in dyer need of any connections and feels the need to socialize.

does your character have any scars, how did they get them? so she has a few childhood scars, like most people do; mostly on her knuckles after being a rascal. the most recent scars are mainly on her back and upper body after getting violently scratched by branches and debris when she escaped the first safe house which had been compromised. there are multiple little scars, so she avoids anything too revealing and often opts for turtle necks. something that could be perceived as conservative fashion.

what is/was your character’s relationship like with their mother and/or father? nina has never met her father, and actually believes that he’s passed away before she was even born. even if there’s no evidence to back up that claim. the relationship with her mother is so complicated to say the least, they haven’t spoken since the incident that led to her arrival to san amore which was 8 years ago. as a child, she played the part of being the perfect daughter and dutifully followed her mother’s directives to a tee. nina even looked up to her mother at one point, but ended up resenting her for not ever being there for her. so now, as ugly as it is, her mother’s dead to her.

have they any siblings, if so, do they get along?  no siblings.

has your character ever had a reoccuring dream or nightmare, what happened? nina has struggled with restless nights for a very long time and is never quite rested. mostly due to the nightmares she experiences, it could be a replay of events that have happened or more recently she’s had a reoccurring dream of being chased by a dark looming figure which wakes her up dead in the night sweating bullets.

what qualities does your character look for in a friend?  friendships for nina aren’t really planned out, they just happen on their own. that being said, the biggest thing she actually does seek out in connections with someone, is that they’re not the prying type or ask too many questions. it’s important that they have a similar humor. so something that just feels natural and easy to be around.

what qualities does your character dislike in others? narcissist is big no or anyone that pokes her temper, constantly and on purpose. it’s a long thread until she’ll get fed up but once she does, she’ll ice them out. also, clinginess is a major dislike. as an introvert ( with extroverted traits. ) she can’t handle being with someone 24/7 and their source of entertainment. then of course, the obvious; she does not like nosiness.

how does your character react to confrontation - are they a fight or flight? definitely flight and that’s been proven in the past. it’s the sole reason behind her being alive, because in that fight, flight or freeze moment; she chose to run. that had a heavy cost on her mental well being because she could’ve maybe kept one of the officers at the previous safe house alive if she had stayed, but then would’ve lost her own life. so it’s this survivor guilt that’s lingering always in the back of her head.

how easy or difficult does your character find it to say ‘i love you’ to someone?  very difficultly, that’s something she’s never had to utter before since she’s stayed far away from any romantic / close friendships. she did love valerie though, as a person and a friend which is quite heartbreaking.

have they ever said ‘i love you’ without meaning it?  no, never!

what does your character believe will happen to them after they die? are they in fear of this belief?  there isn’t a lot of fear of death itself for nina, or what happens afterwards. it’s the fear of dying before she’s done her purpose and having an opportunity at living a life without the restraints that it currently has.

how does your character react toward children?  well, she refers to them as little devil spawns which is not great. as a child, she hated kids and she’s never had to be around children, being an only child. so there was never really exposure to what wonders children can bring into life. though that’s about to change real soon.( hehehe.. she might be pregnant )

does your character have any fears? if so, what are they?  SO MANY. this could be an essay tbh! most, if not all of her fears stem from one thing and that’s illya. he has inflected so much fear and uncertainty into her life that it scares so much. also, blowing her identity is a very real fear of hers and where she has to be careful in normal day to day life not to make one wrong move.

if your character could relive one memory they have, which would they choose and why?  if she could go back and relive on memory, it’d be the night that everything turned upside down and not for the reason one might think. nina would want to go to the beginning of the night. where everything was so exciting and thrilling with valerie. maybe to just take a peak into her old self, the old naivety of the world she had and get an idea who she once was.

[fatesrebel]

character  truths.

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001.   smoking:  the  action  or  habit  of  inhaling  &  exhaling  the  smoke  of  tobacco  or  a  drug.

002.   binge drinking:  the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.

003.   drug  abuse:  the  habitual  taking  of  illegal  drugs.

004. nail  biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.

005.  lip  biting:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety / tension.

006.   night  owl:  a  person  who  is  habitually  active  or  wakeful  at  night.

007.   early bird:  a person who rises ,  arrives ,  or acts before  the usual or expected time.

008.   negative attitudes:  a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with criticism & pessimism.

009.   positive  attitude:  a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  optimism  &  confidence.

010.   swearing:  the  use  of  offensive  language.

011.   superstitious:  an  irrational  belief  that  an  object  ,  action  ,  or  circumstance  not  logically  related  to  a  course  of  events  influences  its  outcome.

012.   inspecting  fingernails:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  boredom.

013.  scratching  your  neck:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  uncertainty.

014.  foot  &  finger  tapping:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  stress  /  impatience.

015.   nose  touch:  a  subtle  body  language  sign  of  deceit.

016.   flipping  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  craving  attention.

017.   twirling  hair:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  flirtation.

018.   cracking  knuckles:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.

019.   hands  behind  back:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  confidence.

020.   finger  pointing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  authority.

021. hands  on  hips:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness.

022.  hands  in  pockets:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  mistrust  /  reluctance.

023.   frequent  touch:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  warmth  /  familiarity.

024.  throat  –  clearing:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  rejection / doubt.

025. jaw  –  clenching:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  hostility.

026.  eye  –  rolling:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  irritation.

027.  head  –  tilt:  a  common  body  language  sign  of  interest.

028.   whistling:  to  emit  high  –  pitched  sound  by  forcing  breakthrough  a  small  hole  between  one’s  lips  or  teeth;  usually  to  a  tune.

029.  humming:  make  a  low  ,  steady  continuous  sound  like  that  of  a  bee  ;  usually  to  a  tune.

030.  perfectionism:  refusal  to  accept  any  standard  short  of  perfection.

031.   photographic  memory:  the  ability  to  remember  information  or  visual  images  in  great  detail.

032.   paranoia:  a  mental  condition  characterized  by  delusions  of  persecution  ,  unwarranted  jealousy  ,  or  exaggerated  self  -  importance  ,  typically  worked  into  an  organized  system.

033. exaggeration:  a  statement  that  represents  something  as  better  or  worse  than  it  really  is.

034. intuitive:  using  or  based  on  what  one  feels  to  be  true  even  without  conscious  reasoning;  instinctive.

035.  quick  –  witted:  showing  or  characterized  by  an  ability  to  think  or  respond  quickly  &  effectively.

036.   interrupting:  breaking  the  continuity  of  a  conversation  with  one’s  own  statements.

037.   doodling:  to  scribble  or  make  rough  drawings,  absentmindedly.

038.  irritable:  having  or  showing  a  tendency  to  be  easily  annoyed.

039.   gambling:  to  play  games  of  chance  for  money;  bet.

040.   travel  –  sick:  suffering  from  nausea  caused  by  the  motion  of  a  moving  vehicle ,  boat ,  or  aircraft.

041. sensitive:  having  or  displaying  a  quick  &  delicate  appreciation  of  others’  feelings.

042.  melancholy:  a  feeling  of  pensive  sadness,  typically  with  no  obvious  cause.

043.   chewing  gum:  the  exercise  of  chewing  flavored  gum  which  is  not  intended  for  swallowing.

044. fidgeting:  to  make  small  movements  ,  especially  of  the  hands  &  feet  ,  through  nervousness  or  impatience

045. skeptical:  not  easily  convinced;  having  doubts  or  reservations.

046.   neat  –  freak:  compulsively  obsessed  with  cleanliness.

047.   gossiping:  divulging  personal  information  about  others.

048.   prim:  feeling  or  showing  disapproval  of  anything  regarded  as  improper;  stiffly  correct.

049.  abbreviating:  giving  others  nicknames  /  shortening  names  /  giving  pet  names.

050.   having  a  catchphrase:  having  a  sentence  or  phrase  typically  associated  with  a  specific  person.

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tagging:  @thelcgion​ (Illya) @iiiongxntxch  (Sam), @theoriginalbadass  @xwolfbonds    and whoever wants to, if you read this, DO IT.

[razensky]

002. kiss their cheek .

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Victor’s eyes nearly fell from his sockets as he was stunned by the sudden contact of warm lips on his cheek. His vibrant thoughts began to race from side to side, beating against the walls of his skull in agony of confusion. He blinked ones, then twice, before slowly changing his attention from the horizon to Illya. A deep question appears on his face as he leaned away slightly from the figure that stood right next to him, swallowing a tight knot that forme din his throat. 

So many questions, so little time to react and catch himself from demise. 

“Are you ill?” Wonderful, of course, a psychologist would ask that. “Experimenting to gather data?” 

[abernathywrites]

sample 002.

gaby teller

In the grand scheme of things, Gaby was happy with the unexpected turn of events.

After all, she hadn’t really thought much into what her future beyond the mission might have been–outside of never going back behind the Iron Curtain. In between leaving the hotel room she’d shared with Illya (which had been a debate in itself–she was certain she hadn’t imagined the fact that they’d almost kissed; had almost verified the reality of their questionable feelings) and reaching the room where Waverly had been stationed, the German M16 agent had suddenly been forced to seriously consider the idea of what was next for her. She’d only gotten so far as the idea of an unlisted flat in a quaint British neighborhood when her superior had dropped the concept of UNCLE into their laps, and while her two companions seemed surprised and perhaps even miffed; Gaby had felt something akin to relief. She wasn’t quite ready to move on–not ready to say goodbye to Kuryakin for good.

…Or Solo. Of course. Giddiness aside, she would’ve liked to have had at least a few days to recuperate from the takedown of the Vinciguerras–she could only assume that her male companions needed the same. (Though she hadn’t said it out loud, she wanted to replace the dress that gotten ruined in the fight, too–she was partial to it.) Instead the trio found themselves with only a brief interlude of time to gather their things and prepare–both mentally and physically–for their new mission as “UNCLE.” Flown out by Alexander to Greece–which was decidedly not Istanbul, a fact Napoleon had reiterated to excess–the agents were shepherded from there to a shabby flat in a deteriorating neighborhood (and that had inspired a fight between the two male spies, who argued over the preferred route until Gaby had simply led the way). Upon entering, they were greeted with the very same Brit who had provide their transport in the first place–a smiling Waverly who gestured to their surroundings with a wide show of his arms. “It’s not much, but it is safe–that’s what matters, after all. One of the safest places we’ve got in the Mediterranean–it seemed fitting we’d debrief here, and then have you cross borders into Turkey.” (Solo’s irritating inquiry had been satisfied.) The greying agent greeted Gaby with an affectionate pat on her less-scabbed shoulder and offered a nod to the CIA and KGB spies. “Let’s get to it then, shall we?” He ushered them over to a space that looked like it might’ve been intended for dining, but had instead been constructed into a makeshift meeting space. Gaby dropped her bag unceremoniously to the ground beside the chair she’d claimed, and grit her teeth while she sank down too slowly into the seat. The clench of her jaw was overt to the group, though she tried to make light of it–her whole body still ached terribly from the car wreck. Once she settled, she exhaled quietly and crossed her legs daintily–her eyes narrowed in a silent threat to dissuade anyone from commenting. Hearing the scrape of the nearby door, she averted her gaze to focus on it–and found a young Greek woman standing in the doorway, looking expectantly at Waverly. “Not to worry, that’s only Despina–she minds this place, and happens to be a brilliant cook. It’s still early, would anyone be interested in breakfast?” Solo was the first to speak up, his gaze lingering too long on the pretty woman to be considered professional. “Can’t say I’m interested in eating–but I’d love a drink. Mimosa’d wake me up.” Gaby perked up at the idea, and nodded. “Oh, I’ll have the same–without orange juice. I might take an orange on it’s own, though.” Despina’s brow creased, and she spoke in accented but strong English, “…just a glass of champagne, then?” Gaby made a face–as if she was pretending to consider it–before shrugging her shoulders. “If you insist.” Waverly regained the group’s attention after the Greek returned to what was presumably the kitchen, and distributed copied files to the three spies. “Before I begin, I’m curious to know–have any of you heard of the Turkish Revolutionary Youth Federation?”

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   what did I do?!  what did  YOU  do?!   ❜       //       @purrpetrator.  sc.

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   I  ...  am not sure if I can help you.   ❜   illya’s not happy with what he’s said, of course ;  he even feels poorly about it, which comes as somewhat of a surprise, but there’s something about her earnestness.   ❛   perhaps  ...  elaborate.   ❜       //       @slipperfaith.  ♥

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   --  DON’T  make me wait, cowboy.   ❜       //       @dcvoidofcolor (solo).  suggestive sc.

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   that went  WELL.  and by well, I clearly mean spectacularly  POORLY.    ❜

@wantediniceland     //     ♡

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   I hope you know that I am  NOT  going to eat that, cowboy.   ❜

@serialtheft     //     ♡

[sovietarchive-blog]

@sheresists sent:  ❝ everybody’s hungry, everybody’s tired. ❞

          ❛   I know.   ❜   exhaustion found a permanent home in illya’s bones years ago, a dull and constant ache he knows he’ll never quite be rid of.  the rebellion finds itself in a tight spot  --  not the first and certainly not the last  --  and he’s perfectly aware that morale is both delicate and precarious at this particular moment in time.  for his part, he knows he’s been through worse, even if he can’t identify how precisely, and it’s the least he can do to hold it together until everything becomes more secure.   ❛   you feel helpless.  everyone does.  all we can do is hope we reach safety before our fresh water runs out.   ❜

[sovietarchive-blog]

                    ❛   you’re becoming an  INCONVENIENCE  to my work.  how is it that you always manage to  TURN UP  like this?   ❜

@agentinred  //  ❤