#pv tbt.

[sinamorarchived]

was that what you expected? / for jon snow

what had he expected? after all was said and done, after so long they had gone without seeing one another (going on twenty-three months since last he kept count), had he really expected to see the dragon queen once more and all to be well?

perhaps so. his time of healing and processing had come and gone. and once that period had ended and he heard of the arrangements winterfell had with daenerys, he had thought . . . her question slices like a sword through weak armor. her accusation had been nearly right: that he expected for a time of rekindling. a fresh start to rebuild upon. but she is wed to another now. a queen with a king.

❝ i don't know, dany . . . your grace. i just hadn't expected -- this. ❞

[hellsurvivr]

Plotted starter for @wolfskrieger ( let the games begin )

     THERE WERE TIMES,     when she truly hated her damn life. and this was one of them. the lull in activity. the moment when she had nothing else to do but sit around and wait. which for someone with adhd. was not the best thing. yet there truly was nothing for her to do. she'd recorded the vocals she could for now, and had to wait. wait till her other band members [ ... ] finished their parts and she could go again. thus she was bored. and that was never a good thing. her bored, always led to her getting into shit, that her PR officer hated. which was normally her drunk off her ass and falling out of a club. or starting a bar brawl or five. ( she was creative like that !   )    this time though, she was at least in her room. buried deep within the rented house they were staying in. so her PR officer couldn't bitch too much about that. but obviously just because she was staying in. didn't mean she was behaving.   

  something that was proven    ━   with a few quick phone calls.   and before long she had her tattooed fingers, on enough booze to kill her liver. as well as a good handful of edibles, that meant she was spending the rest of the night. not worrying about a damn thing. it was the price of fame, she had people on hand to get her whatever she wanted. and they didn't care [ ... ] for she was simply giving them money. and who cared what she did with them. she sure as shit didn't. nor did she care what they did with the money she handed over. (    it wasn't her issue anymore !    )    though the combination, of the two. had her taking a good handful of pictures, that really would cause a stir if ever released. but she didn't care. nor did she care as her finger hovered over, the number of her recent fuck buddy. well, what she thought was his number. when she got it, she was more than a good handful of drinks deep. AND A FEW TOKES TOO. but either way, she had faith it was the right number. and with a simple hum, she types out the message. smirking softly to herself, as she already hears the long ass lecture. that was going to come her way. but fuck it, she was bored.

          sms –––––– pretty sure this is not the right thing to do ....           sms –––––– when i've had too much to drink and some edibles .... buut           sms –––––– enjoy the view !!           sms –––––– [ image attached ]

[firepassed]

snowdrops bloom from her palm as keyleth lies in bed, expending the little magic she has energy for in a desperate attempt to keep herself awake. her every muscle aches and throbs but she cannot bring herself to sleep, she doesn’t deserve to sleep and she cannot bring herself to until she knows for certain that her people are safe and there won’t be a second attack. her parents both come in to scold, to encourage her to rest, to assure her that things are alright now, that things are almost restored and are going back to normal but the tempest cannot bring herself to fully relax even. she needs to heal. she needs to rest but keyleth cannot bring herself to even think about it, not till his touch.

she had not realized just how close to the time vax normally returns home the attack was, this whole week being spent being handed off the healers and trying her best to help her people. keyleth had not even realized someone had come in to tell her of his arrival, not realizing he was there until she felt his hand moving up and down her back. that touch alone is enough to tell her who has entered her chambers and keyleth doesn’t hesistate to react, the last snowdrop falling from her hand to join the pile upon the ground as she instead moves to embrace him, head burying itself into his neck as her arms clung to him with a certain desperation, eyes closing.

“ it’s all my fault. ” her voice is strained, keyleth trying her best to will herself not to weep but already feeling tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “ they were after me. and we stopped them but i failed them. i- “ she sniffs, arms gaining a bit of strength to hold him just a bit tighter. “ everything is my fault… ”

[ rub ]  –  for @ravenant​ to rub up and down keyleth’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort.

[pd-architecture]

SELF BUILD IN LEICESTER

A #ThrowBackThursday post coming at you from 2012.  One of our Architectural Impressions produced from our sketch proposals for self-build project in Oadby, Leicester.

This striking contemporary new self-build home project, was created to provide a replacement dwelling and included a generous provision of green technologies, from Solar PV to Air Source Heat Pumps.  The front facade was of a render and timber clad finish, with first floor balconies and bespoke architectural features.  Unfortunately, this project never got off the drawing board and the clients moved from their home rather than replacing the existing dwelling to meet their needs.  It is always a very brave client that can knock down and rebuild a property, and a tight call on whether the scheme is financially advantageous or not.

Find our more on our blog at: Self Build Project in Leicester

https://www.pd-architecture.co.uk/blog/self-build-project-leicester/

#TBT #architecture #design #residential #PDArchitecture #ArchitecturalDesign #Leicester #Oadby #SelfBuild #Planning #Building #Construction #Plans #ReplacementDwelling

Architectural Design Brief: To provide the architectural designs for a contemporary new self- build home with bags of kerb appeal and a striking modern design.

Location: Oadby, Leicester

PD Architecture . . . #designed4living

Date Summer 2012

Clients Self Build

Category Residential Architecture

Area Architecture in Leicester

Site Leicester

Planning Authority Oadby and Wigston Borough Council

[hellsurvivr]

She was learning that Nicolai Contavius was not just a menace on the field, but also a menace off the field as well. "Sir," she emphasized. "You just had an examination last week. What brings you here?" The last time, she'd examined him thoroughly, and the only issue she found was his heart rate being a bit too high. Though when she pointed that out, Nico gave her one of his panty-dropping grins that had her face going a rather interesting shade of pink, before she promptly left. Fled. Whatever it was, it made Payne burst out laughing when she told her.

*      ―    ﴾  𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 ﴿ // always accepting ( @theasteria )

   THE DEFENDER,     would readily admit that right now, he was indeed taking things a tad too far. if only to see astra. he now was faking injuries to go to the medical staff, and calmly charming them to see have Astra be the one to see to him. in his defence he didn't see an issue with this, after all how she had reacted last time she looked him over. was enough to make him realise. it wasn't completely one sided. oh no, that flush that had danced upon her cheeks meant something. and he was determined to find out just what it was. determined to make her heart race. after all, she'd found out that she made his race. so it only seemed fitting that he returned the favour. that and got to know her more.   ( which was what he truly wanted !   )    so here he was, hoping to at least have a conversation with her that lasted, more than five minutes. he was determined in his mission. and if anyone knew him, they knew he always got what he wanted. which was why he was one of the more feared defenders in the business. he had come up through the ranks,   and was who everyone wanted on their team.    and it wasn't just the pitch, that he always got what he wanted. it was indeed in his life too. and right now, he wanted her. and would happily start, with a conversation..

  ❛   'm here to see if you'll go to dinner with me .....   ❜ well no one could deny that he wasn't serious as well as blunt with his words. his jade green eyes burning into Astra's as he looks at her. mentally counting the seconds till she looks away and smirking, as she turns right as it hits five. he also cherishes the way her cheeks tinge with the blush. making her even cuter than she originally is. as well as making him crave to make her blush more. even though he had no clue how he was doing it in the first place.   (   another question for another day !   )    his head tilts, as he looks at her, humming deep in his throat, as ringed hands tap against the material of his jeans idly. ❛   what'd ya say honey. you free tomorrow at eight ........ !   ❜    he would do tonight but he had training which would be running late. thus delaying his need. but luckily given she worked in this business, he was sure of one thing. she'd understand his wacky schedule.

[firepassed]

it isn't fair. it's like some sort of cruel, horrible joke and worse, none of this makes any sense to her. she just got him back- her vax, her husband, the love of her life and now, she is watching him wither and fade before her very eyes and nothing keyleth has done has helped. the helplessness she feels, far worse than the helplessness that she felt watching him fade away from her for the first time and then pain is twice as heavy as her head fills with questions. keyleth, though, tries her best to hide it from him though she worries as he gets worse and worse, her act has not been enough. she is going to find something to make him feel better, though. she refuses to accept this...

he lies in their bed now, and keyleth stays by his side, resting a cloth to his forehead, fingers slipping from it to instead thumb at a cheek, using cure wounds once again as though it might do something as she forces a small smile though all she wants to do is weep. there’s something she’s thinking of. there’s something she’s missing. there’s something she’s done wrong or worse, this is some kind of cruel joke. whatever it is, she’s trying to contain herself and focus on him and not the fear that sits within her of seeing him die.

“ are you cold, love? ” she asks, her voice a whisper and her lips unpturned in a tense smile. her hand that is not holding the warm cloths shifts to hold onto his hand, a desperate cure wounds leaving her fingertips to seep into his. “ what do you need? what can i get you? ”

[ nononono! ] ( REVERSE )  –  for the keyleth to hold the @ravenant head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying.

[hellsurvivr]

    HE WAS STILL,    her best friend. and it's why she found it so easy to open up to him. despite slowly closing herself off to andrei, with each passing moment. she couldn't bring herself to close that door. in regards to him. even if she did he just kept kicking it down and storming his way in. it was appreciated though, as she'd been alone for five years. refusing to get close to people. to let anyone in. she told herself it was to protect her son [ ... ] and in a way it was. but it was also to protect herself. she had lost herself for many years. ( when she'd walked away from where she belonged ! )  and now, the truth of it all was slapping her in the face constantly. her body still burned for andrei, he could still set her on fire, in a way no other man could acheive. yet she had given up all rights to claiming it. even if she craved, a taste of him. as though she'd die if she didn't once more, KNEW WHAT IT FELT TO BE HIS. yet despite it all, Cezar's words, seemed lik a fools hope. something you give someone, to simply keep them going. as there was no way, it would be reality.

      ❛  i may not have betrayed him the way i think. but i still did 'Zar, he let me in. he opened the door to this world and i took off running. even after promises to marry. and on top of that i took his kid. either way its spoken, i betrayed him, i betrayed his heart ....   ❜ the fight is gone from her words. now it sounds more resolved and like someone who was tired. and had gone through far too much to even care anymore. which was her truth. yet his question had her sighing softly. eyes looking anywhere but at him, as she lets the memories play out behind her eyes. bringing back the pain she'd experienced. from a man who had once, been kind to her, until that day.    ❛  he came to me, within an hour of me finding out from the doctor i was pregnant. he told me basically that i didn't belong beside 'Drei, and the moment my kid was born. he'd take it off me and get rid of me. and said if i planned to run, or keep the baby from them. then it would be andrei' he'd get to kill me !   ❜ she was glossing over most of it. as her eyes hunt out Luca, who was in the other room, happily doing his schooling. far enough away that he couldn't hear this conversation, but close enough that she could see him. tears stain her eyes as she fights off the lingering effects of costin. that still haunted her even now.    ❛  i'm done denying it 'Zar, but i doubt you'll convince him. when he's determined to avoid the shit out of me. honestly if it was an olympic sport he'd get gold at this point !   ❜

Cezar knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he was tired of it all. He needed her to know, he would work on Andrei next but as far as he was concerned she should have been the easiest to speak to. Apparently that wasn't the case considering how the two were far more stubborn than he realized. He wasn't dumb, he knew these two better than anyone else and he could easily see how they felt but it seemed neither could when it came to the other. It was beyond frustrating and what should have brought them closer together served now to only further drive them apart. He was tired. Sure there were circumstances he didn't know, not fully, like the full reason of why she had broken her promise and left. Though he figured it had something to do with being pregnant, not wanting to raise a child in the environment of a mob family. He understood that when they were reunited once Andrei had brought her here but how could that fully stop her from trying to rebuild what had been lost when Andrei so clearly still held feelings? Well, outside of her refusing to see it. Her admission, though angry, was one he didn't need but it seemed to be something she needed to let out. Arms crossing as he gave her a look. "You didn't betray him, not like you think." At least that was what Cezar believed with his information.

He would be found wrong, to an extent, with how much he didn't actually know. What he could see in the moment was how much this was tearing her up inside, building up walls to keep not only Andrei out but now him. He was her best friend, or he had been, Cezar had hoped that didn't change and now he was beginning to worry. Brow furrowed at the mention of Andrei's father, his former boss. That hadn't been at all what he expected to hear and he knew from her reaction and previous conversations with his best friend that Andrei had no idea. Oh no, she wasn't going to get off that easy. If he hadn't been determined enough before, he was now. "Because you love him and he loves you, that's why. No matter what his father told you or you believe." There's a momentary pause as he moves to get in her way. "What happened between you and Costin? He threatened you? Why?" Cezar knew by that point the signs of who that man was shifting, what had happened to him mentally was beginning to show and it was why Andrei had killed him in the first place. Of course she didn't know that but Cezar did. "Besides all of that....you two are hurting yourself more by doing this. I'm sick of seeing you two deny what you want, it's doing more harm than good." He says it softer, wanting her to see he meant it. There was no anger there with him but the truth.

[prodiguile]

plotted  starter  for  ➛ @infinitescul​

❝ 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 . ❞       nick  leans  against  the  pillar --  leisurely ,  brows  knitted .    ❝  no  complaints ,  obviously .  ❞     his  thumbs  dip  into  his  belt  loops ,  brushing  against  the  soft  fabric .   eyes  curious  and  expectant .   no  complaints  indeed --  he’s  a  pretty  boy ,  tall  and  dark .    nick  shoves  forward ,  coming  away  from  the  column ,  bare  feet  padding  across  the  floor  until  he  stands  close --  that  intimacy  reserved  for  perfect  strangers .    ❝  you  were  supposed  to  be  blond ,  but . . .  ❞     he  lifts  a  hand ,   fingers  toying  with  the  tips  of  that  black  hair ,     ❝  i  can  work  with  this .  ❞

[envykilled]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝    𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭      .                    roses    sprout    over    an    unmarked   grave    where    tragedy    dies      .          new    beginnings      &      honeyed    passion      .          this    is    a    tale    of    lovers      .                    ❝                   oh      ,      ms    .    swan      !                    ❞                    euphonious    melody      .          saccharine    air    in    every    breath      .          turpitude    is    forgotten    here      .                    ❝                    may    i    steal    you    away    for    the    evening    to    venture    to    the    meadows      ?          i    do    promise    it    will    be    worth    your    time      ,      my    beloved      .                    ❞

*         @coahbra      !

[likethcrns]

@scarbraved.

CUNNING  COQUETTE    .                    fate’s  miscreant    .          she  purloins  a  kiss    .          or  was  it  two    ?          maybe  three    ?          tongue  of  provocative  whispers    .          touches  leave  traces  of  promises    .          tantalizing  nymph    .          the  devil’s  lust  is  a  cerise  grin    .               ❛               missed  me    .               ❜               mischievous  tease    .          featherlight  fingers  trace  a  mindless  circle  over  his  shoulder    .               ❛               what’s  the  point  of  trying    ?          we  know  i’ll  win    .               ❜

[failedsoldier]

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜      —  @halfpyre​   

“  what,  this isn’t your idea of fun?  ”    being on the run was familiar to the blonde,   but she also thought hiding was something she’d have the chance to do for more than a few hours at best.     back leans against the brick wall of the building,   quickly looking over towards the man.     “  tell me you have a better idea then?    because while i’m used to the idea of running,  it’s not sustainable for long.  ”

[hellsurvivr]

[INJURY] /Nico and Astra

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( still accepting ) // @theasteria

     THERE WERE RISKS TO HIS JOB,     which of course was a given being a firefighter. but more so being on rescue squad. the ones that did the tasks that took a specific set of training. every job he was called up for, could be the one that he never came home from. and he was fine with that [ ... ] it was who he was. and sure it was probably the main reason, demi was planning on being a nurse. just to make sure he was okay. but he was more than happy with his life. and what he did. he knew the risks. which is why, right now he wasn't even bothered by the scratches and cuts that covered his body. or the bruises he knew would form in the morning. ( it was his war paint!   )    and yet the moment he'd been dismissed from his shift, he and the rest of rescue squad were sent home to heal. he'd headed straight to his mother's house. his family no doubt having heard of what had happened. or they would know come morning. he had expected to find demi waiting at the door, ready to chew him a new one. but instead, he'd found temptation. her best friend.    who was the angel, who's wings he wanted to taint. who's lips he wanted to kiss. and who's skin he wanted to mark as his alone. like he said, he found tempation.

     he hadn't expected her   ━   to grab his hand and drag him through the house.   nor did he expect the way she all but shoved him, into one of the bathrooms littering his mother's house. his large frame then being pushed down onto the closed toilet. intense jade green eyes, watch the way she moves around the room grabbing what she needed. it was a reminder of how much time she'd spent here, the bed in the spare room next to demi's, all but claimed by the brunette. and it has him smirking momentarily. yet makes sure to wipe it from his face as she steps clear. lest she think [ ... ] that he was laughing at her. instead, he acts like a good little boy and lets her do what she needed to. yet not once does his intense gaze leave her. (    he much rather enjoyed the view if he was honest!    )    he bites back a hiss, as she places a cotton ball covered in antisceptic to his lip, and instead lets them curl up into a smirk, showing off the points of his fangs, as he purposefully pulls her between his legs. the innocence on his face, showing he was doing it so she could reach better. but if she knew the truth of his thoughts. SHE'D RUN FROM HIM. as this close, he could all but smell the innocence dripping from her, as well as seeing the way the color flushed over her skin. and it made him crave her more. a craving that was not eased as her sweet voice, breaks the silence. asking what he was staring at. so innocent in its delivery. and yet, he felt like a fiend for his thoughts.

      ❛  I'm staring at you ....   ❜ he says softly, his words carrying a heat that seemed to send the temperature of the once chilled room, up a few notches. he hums to himself softly, before pulling her even closer, making her fall against his chest, as a hand wanders up her back, and tangles in the long strands of her hair. holding her close, yet with an escape if she wanted one. (   always leaving her the choice!   )    piercing gaze, travels along her features, loitering on her lips momentarily before flickering up to her hazel gaze. a soft look entering his own gaze. SOOTHING HER. even despite the fact, his whole body was burning, from everywhere they touched. ❛   you have no fuckin' clue how bad i want to taint you, little dove. it's probably best you go running to my sister now. before i go and dirty those pretty little wings of yours ........ !   ❜   his words are a contradiction to his actions, as his lips press softly against hers. not rushing, nor dominating. just getting a taste of the forbidden fruit. he wished to taste.

[mortalslain]

SORROWS  UNSPOKEN    .          caged  behind  secrets  that  weren’t  hers  to  share    .          a  projection  of  a  girl    .          blank  expressions  and  empty  eyes    .          (          is  there  someone  alive  inside    ?          )          oh    ,    there  is    !          a  divine  woman  appears    .          and  she  heals    ,    heals    ,    and  heals    .          she  does  what  she  can  with  shrapnel    .          and  it  feels  better  now          ;          not  perfect  or  holy    ,    but  maybe  one  day  it  could  be    .          ❝          so    ,    what  are  we  doing  today    ?          ❞          girl  revives    !          a  ghost  of  a  smile  graces  pale  lips    .          she  is  alive    .

*          @hergrave​          /          ♡          !

[hellsurvivr]

   SHE'D BEEN BUSY,    dealing with not only patrons. but also mafia business all night. but that didn't mean her hazel gaze, hadn't been observing sawyer all night. and even if payne's gaze had managed to stray from her babygirl, there was a back up who for sure didn't miss anything. that back up being deeks. who even right now, payne could see he was itching to reach for the gun at his hip. to put a bullet between the patrons eyes. something he'd do without flickering. (    he was a cold blooded killer after all!    )  deciding enough was enough, she moves out from behind the bar, heading towards the other. Deeks was busy wrapping up business and payne didn't want him to loose it, simply because of a patron who couldn't keep his hands to himself. plus she was also done, with that guy pushing up on her baby girl. it was business sure, but payne could see easily, how this man wanted more.

           ❛  do we have an issue here ....   ❜ the words drawled softly   ━   but with authority.   as she steps behind sawyer, tattooed fingers settling on the others hip. as she raises an eyebrow in the direction of the handsy male. her hazel hues were daring him to challenge her. god knows she'd appreciate the fight, it had been too long since her hands had been covered in blood. (    she almost craved it!    )    leaning down, she rests her chin on sawyers shoulder, before humming softly. ❛   there is two ways this will go. either you sit your ass down and enjoy the show. or I will break you physically before throwing you out of her. or there's a third, and that is that someone in here will shoot you because he feels like it. so what's your choice hmm ........ !   ❜   her words also revealed to sawyer that seeks was here. as she wasn't sure the female knew. given he'd snuck in and been busy with work since. but sawyer was protected. always.

@hellsurvivr ​ 🇭​​🇮​​🇹​  ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​  ​🇭​​🇪​​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​  ​🇫​​🇴​​🇷​  ​🇦​  ​🇸​​🇹​​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​. // for payne

he's  been  hounding  her  all  night,  a  regular  that  sawyer's  turned  down  advances  of  for  the  last  few  months.  it  started  simple  enough,  a  man  who's  suddenly  misconstrued  money  for  love,  time  for  commitment.  he  offers  dates,  more  money,  to  be  her  sugar  daddy  —  well,  she's  got  the  full  set  of  those  now,  doesn't  she?  hazel  hues  flit  over  the  man's  shoulder  as  he  becomes  a  little  more  forceful,  his  tone  a  little  more  edged,  and  land  on  not  only  the  owner  of  the  club,  but  one  of  the  two  who  offers  far  more  than  sugar  in  sawyer's  life.

eyes  find  the  regular's  once  again,  tilting  her  head  before  shaking  it  rather  slowly,  ❝  i  already  told  you  i'm  not  interested.  now.  inside  the  establishment?  i  can  be  whoever  you  wanna  be,  but  that's  where  it  ends.  ❞

[reavivals]

THERE  WILL  ALWAYS  BE  THE  ARGENT  WITHIN  HER.    some  part  cold.  she  is  kind  ---   so,   so  kind,   but  she  will  always  have  a  piece  of  darkness  wedged  within.   this  is  what  makes  her  so  bold  and  willing.    ❝   i  need  to  know  what  you  know.    ❞    there  is  no  room  for  subtle  here,  she  is  not  the  soft  girl  the  world  once  knew.   not  a  blooming  flower,  but  a  flower  nonetheless.   wilting.    ❝   ----    i  know  more  than  you  think  ..  ❞  a  pause  as  she  tilts  her  head,   a  critically  placed  beat.    ❝   marco   winston.  do  you  know  him  ?     ❞    /   @fibtography

[the-stray-liger]

Tbt when I found the Obscure pv in the school computer and they blocked youtube. Fun times

Today's flavor is Dir En Grey c: Obscure!! Wheee! Yahoo! Yippeeee! Yay!! Heehoo