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[leann-fola]

Caleb knew that if he had a better grip on her then her would he able to use his flitting ability to get them both out before it collapsed. Hearing her call to him to let her to, Caleb's already strained features only looked more distraught. Which of course fueled his response.

"Are ye mad?!" He almost growled out towards her but managed to restrain his frustration. With how long they had travelled together, he had gotten a little better at not using his native language or slang but whenever his frustration took over, the thicker side of his accent always began to show.

As soon as she managed to get a hold on his arm however, Caleb took that as his opportunity and flitted. It didn't go to plan though. The collapsing mine they seemed to have gotten themselves stuck in had plans of it's own. Just as his flit started, a falling boulder landed on his foot, completely crushing it beneath it. Letting out a yelp before growling unnaturally, Caleb's flit was halted.

Not before he managed to at least get Ziencora's upper half up into a position that she could get herself out. But this point in their journey, if Caleb hadn't proven that he had no intention of leaving her behind for anything, then he had no idea how he would ever get that across.

“ i’ve got you! “

"GOT me?!" She looked down from where she had been falling. His grip on her bra and shirt, hoping the clip in the front holds strong. "I am literally hanging on by a thin metal clip!" Her hands quickly reached up only to realize her wrist was broken in one. Groaning at the inconvenience of it, she held onto his arm and let it change to scales, black and her claws grew out although not to harm him. "We are out numbered. If you run now, you'll get out before it collapses," Panting softly, she licked her dry lips. "Let go!" Caleb was the last of the group, still one of the newest members. One of the few that continued to walk the same direction as her without asking to go somewhere else. Everything they had been through, the close calls they had, never had it looked as bleak. Out of the two of them, she was the most likely to survive this type of fall. Caleb had his limitations and they always slowly healed. However, finding out if he was struck in more dramatic ways like this wasn't something she wanted to push. He had to run, he had to know. "Let go, Caleb!"

[quitemagical]

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[vxmpirehunterd]

HOW DO YOU DEFY YOUR END?

a story told through the centuries

Your name is spoken through the ages in a type of reverence that comes with legacy and greatness. you are the hero. you are the grandmaster. you are the beginning and the end, the masterful weave of irresistible fantasy that gets everyone enraptured. Over time, your name becomes muddled and strange, but they still speak of you. there has only been a few things in this world that have lasted as long as you. your name refuses to die. you refuse to end.

        “Sounds about right.”

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AND Anyone and Everyone else that wants to do this! {Unfortunately, I cannot tag the whole dash}

[leann-fola]

ᚦ Answered Ask Meme: The Last of Us (Show Starters) ᚦ ᚦ @jienkora asked: ❝ so…is it everything you hoped for? ❞ ᚦ ᚦ Ask box is open! ᚦ ------ ᚦ Caleb's head lifted from the book he had been reading, his eyebrows raising in surprise at her question that broke the comfortable silence between them. They hadn't long arrived back in Alba and being back on his homeland both felt familiar but also strange. A lot of those he had left behind had passed on, his immortality beginning to truly show now that he was outliving those he grew up with. If it hadn't been for Ziencora, he would still be living alone in a small cabin, shunned by his fellow villagers and friends and unable to control what he had forcefully become. The Rogue Drakkin blood coursing through his veins had ruined his life at one point, but now it seemed to help him in his current situation and it helped him find the being that he had gained such a connection with. "It's the same but different... if that makes any sense." He spoke up, placing the bird feather he used as a bookmark between his book pages before closing it over. "Did you expect to come back here with only myself?" He then questioned, his head tilting as he scanned his eyes over her features. He had mentioned coming back to his homeland and expected it to be alone, despite how close he and Ziencora had grown and despite them revealing their feelings towards one another. She had been travelling with Drako, Crowa and Alacard longer than she had with him and never expected her to part ways with them. Even if it was only for a while before they all met up again.

[the-self-exiled]

Nine People I'd Like To Know Better

last song: Guns at Last Dawn - Judgement Is freedom Remix by Burton C. Bell favorite color: dark reds, black currently watching: on my own - hazbin hotel, the apothecary diaries, and rewatching cardcaptor Sakura (my intent for my next night off is to start Good Omens); about a dozen animes with the Mr spicy/savory/sweet: mostly sweet, though lately I've been wanting sour (like lemon sour). spicy if it has flavor to it relationship status: married 3yrs (i can't believe it myself XD) current obsession: hazbin hotel, watching aerial acrobatics videos

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[morningstarfallen1]

@jienkora​ asked:  🦷

Meme: Here Ask Box: Open

✮ Out of all the people and creatures he knew, he never expected Ziencora to be the one with her jaws clamped around his forearm at that moment in time. Wondering how they got here? Let's rewind a little shall we...?

   Lucifer had been minding his own business, pouring himself a drink behind his penthouse bar. He hadn't long left Jonathan, Ziencora partner. Which was still an odd concept for him to get used to since in all the millennia he had known Cora, she had always been alone. But that was another story.

   After having left Jonathan, on a sour note as well, Lucifer sighed and lifted his drink to his lips but that first sip was stopped quickly when the drink was smacked out of his hand by someone arriving near him whippet fast. "What the-?"

[primechicagowizard]

@jienkora

The Mantle of the Winter Knight made much of Harry’s days a slight more complicated than they already were all by themselves. It meant a perpetual need for something.... terrible that he staved away through the act of distraction in a wide variety of ways that were probably not altogether healthy on their own. But Harry didn’t often listen to THAT part of his brain. Mostly because it wouldn’t help it.

He waited for his brother’s arrival at their usual spot, wearing a fantastic ensemble of sweatpants and ratty ol t-shirt and sneakers, not the perfect outfit for a jog, but the one he’d most often adopted. Sometimes he flew along the shores of the lake by himself, but Thomas was a usual sight by his side as well. There really were no ‘usuals’ in his life those days.

He spent the time performing stretches, hearing the car pull up shortly into the ‘reformed’ burpee maneuver. Because who the hell liked burpees? Even a man who probably needed to push his body to its limits and beyond, if only to keep that voice from the back of his mind from pushing dangerous forward.

Thomas climbed out of his vehicle looking every bit like he was about to attend a dinner part of sorts, adjusting the white collar of his shirt and walking to meet Harry on the sand.

“Uh.” Harry stood upright, adjusting his own, rattier looking collar. “Bailing today?”

“Nah, I can still go.” Thomas grinned. “And still beat you.” 

Harry shook his head, though one corner of his mouth upturned into a grin. 

He’d missed out on so much of the brotherly connections in the past - as had Thomas. There was a lot of time to make up for. It was only a shame that so many distractions reared their head and disrupted them.

By the time they got back to the shoreline, they were both breathless and sweaty, Harry leaning his hands down on his knees to try to catch his breath, and Thomas leaning against his car. The body was without a speck of dirt on it, almost like it’d been washed down before he pulled it out of his families lot. That probably wasn’t far from the truth. There was little about Thomas that wasn’t prim and proper, that wasn’t stunning to behold from the outside world. Even then, worn and ragged from their jaunt, he looked appealing in his own way.

Harry, on the other hand, looked just as ratchet as one might imagine. 

“Breakfast?” Thomas offered.

“You look like you had somewhere to be.”

“Nothing that can’t wait.” He tilted his head toward his car. “Let’s go ruin what we just did.”

So they did, hanging outside the fast food restaurant they just destroyed, stuffing their faces and ignoring the world at large for a hot minute or two. Sometimes it was nice to simply exist. Especially because the both of them knew how little time that lasted.

[lifeisbutdeathpending]

Twelve Dreams for The Red Queen [Reid + Sun]

[Closed Thread for @jienkora ]

   London, 1918. 

  Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse since his return to London after the Great War, Jonathan Reid had been roaming the desolate streets of what used to be a bustling city. Well, from what he could remember before this epidemic struck. So many things had changed since he had served his time in the army as a medic. The biggest change for him however had to be the fact that he was no longer a human being. Much to his own dismay. 

  No, In fact, Jonathan had been sired and was now a creature of the night. A Vampire. Chosen by his maker so he could put the Red Queen back into her slumber since she had awoken once again to reap havoc across London in the form of a kind of epidemic of her own, a Skal epidemic. 

  A black mist kept Jonathan under cover as he stalked his way past a group of Priwen Guards in the middle of Whitechapel. He had chosen to cut through Whitechapel on his way to speak with Lord Redgrave in the West End and to keep his journey a simple as possible, Jonathan had decided to use his shadow vail to keep himself hidden, to human eye anyway.    Once he was walking down the street his mansion and the Ascalon Club where on, Jonathan allowed his shadow vail to dissipate, allowing him to be seen again, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he continued walking, minding his own business, even if he politely nodded his head towards a few citizens as they wandered past him. 

[wingsandcoffins]

Rayne gave a mix of a yelp and an inhuman snarl as she turned to leave and saw the other standing behind her. She hadn’t known anyone was in the proximity, and upon seeing them startled her. Her teeth bore for a moment before she forced her mouth closed, trying her hardest to be polite.

It was rare that someone snuck up on the hybrid, but this was a rare being, she just didn't know it yet.

"E-excuse me." She apologized, bowing her head slightly. "I-I didn't think anyone else was here."

@jienkora

[punishmentismyjob]

Kyoto Hot Spring

@jienkora liked for a starter.

Lucifer had booked some relaxation at the private hot spring at the  Kyoto Arashiyama Onsen Kadensho. He’d been visiting Kyoto,  Japan to speak with a lingerie manufacturer about certain outfits for his dancers. While he liked costumes for different themed parties at LUX, they always created them for him and he liked to see the designs in person.

The devil usually drew attention from those attracted to his natural gifts but in Japan he was a virtual giant at six feet three inches in height. He stepped out of the changing room in a towel, headed for the warm spring.

[lifeisbutdeathpending-archive]

FUCK

Random Asks || Accepting

“Are you alright there, love?”An eyebrow quirks up as he looked over the dragon.

[fortitudina]

jienkora said: (💭) My muse wakes your muse after having a dream/nightmare. - For Ramiel, possibly after taking care of her from something.

         The hand upon her shoulder caused the angel to wake with a start; gasping and shooting open her eyes, Ramiel looked like a startled deer for several moments before she found herself focusing on the one who was sat beside her.     “   Cora?   ”    She was confused at first, unsure of what the dragon was doing there     ---    having long thought she’d gone back home for the night    ---    but, she was thankful for it, even if right now, she had one Hell of a headache.

       Giving a faint groan, Ramiel’s hand lifted to rub across the small space of her forehead as her eyes squinted from the light within the room. She had some recollection of just what she’d been dreaming about but she must have been screaming or close to it for Cora to come in and wake her.     “    I --- I’m sorry if I disturbed you at all...    ”

                                                  * @jienkora​       MOONLIGHT AESTHETIC  /  ACCEPTING.

[samaelnomcre]

      X | ooc.      ------ WROW!   ---   ARE YOU ALL OKAY? I   ~   PSSSH SHUT THE FRONT DOOR, GUYS!

Send me "👂" if you hear my character's voice in my writing! | accepting.

[demonslayvr]

                 >> 🔥 <<           ❝         look,  i jus’ want   THAT,       ❞          he mumbles,  pointing at the   ITEM   in question.           ❝         then   i’ll be goin’.       ❞          

@jienkora​  / 🔥

[witcherbloodedmoved]

jienkora replied to your post “So basically your blog is now a cereal vs soup blog”

Tomato soup is a fruit smoothie in a bowl.

NOT YOU TOO

[the-self-exiled]

It’s a Big World out There, Little One (closed@Jienkora)

@jienkora

Things returned to relative normalcy after Ziencora’s return. Time continued, and Crystallin continued to grow. Titania continued to teach her how to handle tasks related to ruling, and gave her more responsibilities. It was her role to learn. Though she did enjoy herself, and Crystallin found she was more confident as she went.

It wasn’t until next year that she had decided she knew what she wanted to ask - beg really -as a gift for her birthday. Although she was hesitant to ask, given the last time she’d strayed from home. There was still a scar, despite everyone’s efforts, to remind her of that.

She was still considering as the spring festival approached. It wouldn’t be so bad if she was going with Ziencora, and not after her, wouldn’t it?