#q tba

[peacehunted]

@outofthiisworld || “Sorry, but I’m allergic to strawberries.” <-No 🧪Doc is not! The not-so-mad scientist also hypothesized that those precious little fruits aren’t actually meant for HIM— but what old coot could resist an ol’ yank of the proverbial chain? Valentine's Day Prompts

Unfortunately, the joke was missed at first, with an instinctive step back away from the old man--as if the three feet of distance between them already wasn't enough to prevent the implied medical disaster. Then, a small chuckle. "Well, guess I gotta press forward their intended recipient, then...!" An awkward smile remained with that response, but it didn't last long, especially after realizing he may have overshared a bit... Now he was silently hoping the other didn't read too much into it, turning a nervous gaze down to the container with the treats inside. Staring... Thinking...

When did asking someone out become so hard...?

[dy3rs3v3]

A cute shoot of tba era Metallica posing with their instruments (minus Lars' drums ofc)

[heirsofdiscord]

Maidjesty

[serandipity]

@askganondorftobadragmire liked for a starter from Fi

Fi shouldn't have been awakened, but something had compelled her to awaken from the Master Sword. She felt the pull of the Triforce in its entirety. It was familiar. It reminded her of Lady Hylia. However, the one wielding it was...

"There is a 1 percent chance that Ganondorf would succeed in wielding the Triforce." Fi said, her form appearing out of the sword, heels clicking as the landed on the stone floor of the Temple of Time, "...It appears this may be a corrupted time line. Such a thing is statistically probable."

[visionkept]

" you've something right here, allow me - " kaeya will gently place his thumb over their lips, it slowly brushes against tomo's lower lip, tracing it " there . all gone . " // LSMDKWKSLWLA

THEY TRUST HIM. He comes forward and Tomoya doesn't flinch, their body used to his PRESENCE ; to the gentle touches he provides and the sensation of cold breath over their features. Their gazes meet and the knight finds themselves swallowing their anxieties away. His movements are rather slow, tracing a path that gets him back where he started, it's tempting. They are truly CAPTIVATED by his whole being. That charming smile of his will be their end, it makes it impossible to look away. Allured by the CONSTELLATION in his eyes, holding onto them and never letting go.

ONLY KAEYA could get this close to them and make their heart skip a beat.

There's no denying it, not when he's all they can think about. Tomoya YEARNS for his gestures, for anything and everything KAEYA can give to them. It's a sensation that goes back to their younger days, when peace and naivety coexisted together, when their hand had been taken and that had been ENOUGH for his knight.

That's how things since worked back then. But the world they knew has changed since then and with it, so has Tomoya. They're not the same person they used to be. Grown to be cautious, skeptical and cruel like a warrior, their hands aren't clean anymore and they've become GREEDY TOO, greedy enough to want more than this.

& it so happens, that the thing the want the most is HIM.

❝ . . . . ❞ They are a few inches away for their lips to brush and Tomoya seeks for that space to cease. It takes all of their courage to lean down, their hand taking Kaeya's chin in the process - making him raise his head to the right angle. They want this and hopefully HE wants it too. A knight shouldn't act this way towards their master, a knight should KNOW what their place is and yet. . .

❝ SIR KAEYA, dinner's ready. ❞

The door opens and everything they had built up to that point becomes an ALMOST. The two step back and silence takes over. In fair skin lays pink undertones, hiding their embarrassment behind their palm. The maid urges herself out of the room, it's no secret she has seen more than she should ( and for that, she would apologize to the calvarian captain later on ). Someone deserves and explanation but that's not something they can afford right now. ❝ E - EXCUSE MY BOLDNESS, I didn't mean to━━ I wasn't trying to━━ AH. . . I'm out of words. . . ❞

[omniishambles]

Fish Monet @imprvdente

😅 Our Muses realise what a mess they made of the room. // Fish & Villanelle, sorry not sorry fdjkshkdfsj // Post Coital Prompts 😏😌

Stretched out like a contented cat, Villanelle knew to enjoy little moments like these. It was rare for her to stay still. She was always moving, always going somewhere, always looking for entertainment and connection. But right now, she could appreciate the other woman stretched out next to her.

They'd had a lot of fun. Villanelle could already feel a couple of bruises forming on her pale skin, reminders of their earlier passion. It had been such a fine line between fighting and something else, and they'd simply....crossed the line.

The blonde perched herself up on one elbow, casting a critical eye around the room. Amused. But feigning surprise.

"Wow. Look what you did..."

[peacehunted]

@wizard-of-night || 💝

send 💝 to give my muse a box of chocolates

Valentine's Day Prompts

Aquamarine hues looked down at the box, curiously.

"That for me? I figured a nice guy like you would have someone more special to share something like this with." Not that he was ungrateful to receive it instead, of course.

[dy3rs3v3]

Metallica looking iconic during tba era, St James Club, Paris

[heirsofdiscord]

Hyacinth & Purple

[visionkept]

god, no.

this was absolutely not the time - stained hands attempt to stop his own wound. attempting to freeze in hopes to stop the blood ; and yet this was the last thing on his mind.

tomo.

are they safe ?

" it's - nothing. nothing i've not dealt with . you - it is you i'm worried of. are you safe ?? " / ASLWDKWAOWOKA

THIS IS ALL THEIR FAULT. They should have been more attentive, more alert of their surroundings and the signs that told them that something WAS off. Was their training in vain ? Did all these years looking for their master had softened their edges ? The BLAME falls on their shoulders, a defeated look invaded their traits, tongue being bitten to suppress the resurgence of negativity.

What kind of BODYGUARD are they to let ( their ) THE prince get hurt this way ? Unbelievable, what a DISGRACE. Those who have taught them the arts of the sword would be turning in their graves. They have the right to regret giving a nobody like them a CHANCE. ❝ Master. . . ❞ But of course, he is too kind to hate them for that.

❝ I am, THANKS TO YOU. ❞ Crimson tainted their clothes, the only sin it has committed in their body. ❝ Please, FORGIVE my incompetence. ❞ For not being as CAPABLE as they should, for being a DISAPPOINTMENT.

It is in times like this when Tomoya wishes they had any type of HEALING abilities. Wishing they could do SOMETHING about the pain that has been laid on the person they care the most. The knight kneels down to be at his level, hands press against the wound just as the other, subtly applying electro to speed up the process of the cryo in his digits.

This pent up frustration is affecting them more than it should. When Kaeya looks at them there's a frown directed to no other than themselves. Someone has to pay for this, SOMEONE HAS TO DIE for it. ❝ Don't worry, MASTER, I'll make them pay. ❞ Like animals, they'll hunt them down and tear them apart LIMB BY LIMB. It's a PROMISE from a knight to their master, from a friend to another. ❝ Even if it's the last thing I do. ❞

[omniishambles]

Fish Monet @imprvdente

😳 Sender's Muse is embarrassed about how vocal they were // Fish & Cal oops // Post Coital Prompts 😏😌

Cal grinned, leaning in to brush his lips against her neck, her shoulder, where he laid a lingering kiss. As much as arguing with Fish was a pain in the arse, it more often than not led to excellent results...certainly better than the first time they met. She could pack a wallop when she wanted to.

No danger of that now, though.

"What ya gone all shy, for? Eh? You're not shy." He teased, resting his chin on her shoulder instead. Fish was flushed, they both were, but her face was a little too pink for a simple afterglow. "You alright, darlin'?"

[peacehunted]

"These hands are meant for GREETINGS, not beatings!"

[heirsofdiscord]

HYACINTH VEIL

[redride]

@horrorfyer | continued . . .

The moment she laid eyes on him Krystal felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and a chill running down her spine. There was something unnerving about the guy, as charming as he seemed, something didn’t feel quite right. Green eyes keep a sharp gaze on the man, “Callin’ to ya, huh?” the woman snidely remarks with this peculiar grin on her face, it ain’t friendly. It’s full of teeth, a warning, like a scared animal ready to bite the hand that reaches. And with her hand itching for her pistol sitting so comfortably in the holster around her thigh, she could do it, she could shoot him. One quick shot, even if it doesn’t get him down completely, it does give her a chance to get away, hopefully. “Much as I appreciate the compliment, 'fraid you ain’t gettin’ any unless ya got some bands on ya.” She jokes with that last part, mainly for her own sake. “Sorry ‘bout that, sugar.”

[muadhe]

tags.

[astarab1aze]

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders ? ❜ + ❛ be good, and i'll fuck let you fuck me. ❜

smut starters

Something about Saint made Loux want to obey, drop to his knees and pledge allegiance like some goofy fairytale knight who goes off and slays the dragon to earn the prince's hand in marriage - yes, he knew exactly how that sounded, but he felt it all the same. A lost puppy desperate for a collar and leash in the blink of an eye, the very second Saint parted his lips to speak, something deep within uncertain about relinquishing so much of his own sense of control and doing so anyway, moments of intense eye contact broken when the storm lost its spark. Submission, compulsion to bow his head, hints of a devotion he didn't he was capable of. He bit his tongue, too, fought to keep his hands to himself.

And he struggled all day. Miserable, utterly miserable in his diligent attempt to be good, a man worthy of the reward of - well, any time with Saint, let alone intimacy. IT was hard, so hard it seemed an impossible task, tweaking his every nerve and only making him want the taller man more. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, he guessed, but he hated it, too physical in his desire to connect and display what words couldn't appropriately describe - he wouldn't know what words to use anyway, he was no poet... But he knew what he was willing to do, how far he was willing to go, how low he was willing to drop his guard and surrender, in part, to another's will openly and without restraint. Working through the day unable to focus on anything but him, quiet his needy mouth and white-knuckle it until Saint saw fit to pay attention to him, make good on his end of the bargain.

Just gimme a chance already...! I've been good all day.

He was sat on the floor now, legs crossed, leaning back on his hands, while Saint fiddled and fussed with whatever on the sofa. Concentrating real hard to make sparkling light conjurations dance in the air with his mind alone, pale yellow swaying and swirling to distract himself from the complete lack of affection and intimacy he so desperately wanted to partake in. Last of his hopes he'd ever even get a pat on the head fading with increased glow - pouting, sulking, sighing in exasperation. He wanted to have sex. He wanted to have sex with Saint. Wrap himself in chaos energy and fade away under its influence for the rest of the evening, do anything that was asked of him

"Ne, ne ma chico..." he started, mouth going dry, pent up and overeager, so tightly wound he could burst. His head tipped backward, blond falling away from stormy gray, red marks and streaks of gold plainly visible. "Gonna pay attention t' me now...? 'm dyin' 'ere, waitin' t' see if ya'll e'en jus' - run yer fingers through m' hair. Thissa killin' me, cheri."