#voiceofduality

[laplacemail]

ran

[celestialdetected]

He packed together the snow into the best ball-like shape he could manage with his thick gloves and passed it over to his companion.

"Hit me."

@voiceofduality for Archemor 🥺

[winterfollows]

ღ and archemor why not

Attraction meme (pt 2) <3 @voiceofduality

Archemor: Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium| high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low |low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[inabsentiiarch]

"And what if you're right? What will do you about it?" Of course Fall has to make a challenge out of everything

Lucan rolls his golden eyes at the other, but there is no malice in the gesture. But rather fondness. Amusement even.

"I guess I could..." The redhead moves closer to Fallahan, now cupping his handsome face. "Do this." He smiles, placing a kiss on the spot between his eyes. "Or this." The redhead whispers, placing another kiss over the tip of the nose. And then, with a smirk " or this..." And finally places a loving kiss over his lips.

"You know you are adorable when you take things as a challenge." He grins cheekily. " So... Always really."

[alcriti]

There were worse things a man of his position could be caught doing, and socialising with people that walked a thin line of secrecy was low on Astarion's list of worries. Already plotting on how to smooth over the downfall should it come it light -- that a judge of the Gate was buying information to send the more elusive criminals away -- his line of thinking wrinkles when his partner, again, urges him to pay the fine due.

Astarion smiles, yet despite the friendly gesture it lacks any sort of warmth. It feels like a threat. ❝ For your time, ❞ He at last says, flicking out a handful of coins to the other elf, keeping that tight smile on his face. ❝ Now, I'm not going to find an assassin standing over my bed in a few days, am I? If you need to be reminded, confidentiality was ensured. You get me blackmail information, and I ensure this fool will never see the light of day again. ❞

@voiceofduality / ♥

[crimsontroupe]

💬 + can you believe ran is fucking the traitor??

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

"Eeeeh? Well, that is new. How about you tell me more about this, hm?" It is with a smile full of teeth that Ran drapes one of his arms on the shoulder of one of his men, pulling him closer with fangs that threaten more than they think it is funny. But oh, it is hilarious.

Well-disciplined dogs would know to think better before saying that within earshot of the person they are talking about. Rannulfr applies more pressure, his wrist dangerously close to the younger man's throat. "I would love to know where you heard this from. And not the sleeping with part - frankly, you do you and I do not care about who you want to fuck.

But, still ~ That is such interesting information! How about we go over to my place so you can tell me aaaall about it? You're new here, so I will be nice to ya. As much as you would be tempted to not snitch on the person who told you this, I would be mindful of what will happen to both you and this wonderful friend of yours if I managed to find that by my own...!" The part about Emil is not ignored, of course. But finding out who would be stupid enough to say this kind of garbage comes first. Ran does not mind it, it is true. People can point at his stubborn decision to go back to a man who is by all means a lost cause, but causing mistrust and disorder within his ranks is something else entirely.

Dogs can bark all they want. But they should know when to stop.

[tomepact]

19, 24 for hymnal, tiernay and tharivol

19. how does your muse sit? do they take up space, or keep to themselves?

hymnal: hymnal tries to take up as little space as he can, but he's just genuinely a Big Dude, so he ends up taking up a lot of space anyways.

tiernay: will spread his stuff out to take up more space than normal.

tharivol: is the guy who can't sit straight on a chair when he's in familiar company -- it's a pirate thing.

24. if social media existed in your muse’s universe, would they be on it? which plattform/s?

hymnal: i think he'd be popular on instagram in my heart of hearts

tiernay: he's either completely unplugged or he's starting discourse for fun

tharivol: surprisingly popular on twitter as guy-who-answers-science-questions

headcanon asks.

[darkblessed]

@voiceofduality sent: " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. "

this place is unfamiliar. enebish breathes deep, a reflex rather than a necessity, and the air tastes wrong. it isn’t choked with fog, the mists relinquishing their hold over him as the stranger speaks up.

this stranger must know something is wrong. enebish does not breathe, his heart does not beat. there’s danger here, but he aches too badly to move. he speaks quietly, voice smothered by sudden anxiety.

“ m-my...my things. where are my things? my apothecary box. . . ”

[laplacemail]

"...stop that." Emil didn't notice he was purring until it was too late and now he's embarrassed.

"Oh? But I was not really doing anything." An obvious lie, and Rannulfr makes no real effort to hide it. The grin plastered on his face is noticeable, annoyingly so. But he lifts his hand from golden locks, stops rubbing the tip of his fingers against the scalp as if he is just the pinnacle of innocence. It is a soft and rare moment allowed between both of them; one that neither Emil nor Ran would ever fully admit that exists. That it has any necessity for existing, despite the obvious sparks that exist. The natural development into a raging fire that will consume them both in the end.

To that, he simply laughs. Laughter that bubbles from the back of one's throat, that almost palpable desperation. He allows Emil his space, despite his terribly selfish brain wanting to do otherwise. That very primal instinct to see his comrade embarrass himself more and more. Until he has no choice to give in to something they both know is there. That dangerous grin still waltzing between them.

"But I will stop. Not like it would be heard by anyone but me... or are you implying that you refuse to share this vulnerability? It will not be the last - or worst - thing that I have seen of you, Emil. You know that well."

[celestialdetected]

@voiceofduality cont. from here

Arawn very very carefully did not let out a yelp of surprise and did not set fire to Archie, though his first reaction to being unexpectedly grabbed was to ignite whatever was grabbing him. At least with Archie it wouldn't do any damage.

He let himself get pulled onto the dance floor, stumbling as Archie spun him. "This a good time to mention I only learned country dances?"

[winterfollows]

ღ for fallahan for funsies (spidermen pointing at each other meme)

Attraction meme <3 @voiceofduality Fallahan: Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium| high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low |low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[inabsentiiarch]

fal vc: you're particularly adorable when you get offended, to be honest

Lucan blinks slightly, staring at Fallahan in quiet confusion. The hint of a frown creasing over his forehead briefly, seemingly tempted to respond, but then he sighs. The ghost of a smile visible over his lips as a different idea pops into his head.

"Is that why you like arguing with me so much? Because you think I look cute?" A teasing, playful edge to his voice.

[bladewarde]

things associated with your character.

emotions  /  feelings. quiet rage ; a pit of grief ; revenge ; loyalty & protection ; achingly in love ; willing stubbornness.

colors. muted blue ; grey.

scents. salt ; mild soap.

fashion. loose shirts almost off the shoulders, in linen ; steel & leather ; a hood made of iron rings ; worn sword belt ; a dusty blue cloak, stitched with rolling waves ; hair perfectly braided.

objects. a deck of cards ; carved statuettes with faded paint ; sharpened blades ; a well-used shield marked with spells.

body language. straight back ; open, yet expectant of combat ; unwavering eye contact ; quirked brows ; a smile to be earned.

aesthetics. a pier blanketed in fog ; old chapel hymns ; choppy sea waves ; the hush after a battle ; a whisper passing through old bookshelves ; sparkling armour in the mid-day sun.

tagged by: :) tagging: @lancepointe / @swordpact / @martyrshe / @voiceofduality

[crimsontroupe]

What Flavour is Your Soul?

rosemary (adonia)

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

honey (aliah) "sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

vanilla (equinox)

oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.

tagged by: @blindedguilt (love u. mwa)

tagging: @kesil (phos), @voiceofduality (emil), @viilein + @weavermasked, @saintsdawn, @inabsentiia, @amaurotine, @tomepact (🐛), @thronelessking (vanya + arlas) + you! tag me so i can see ur results.

[tomepact]

‘  i  must  stand  up  with  someone  this  evening,  and  i  don’t  see  why  it  can’t  be  you.  ’ throwing calamity au fal at ikkon because he likes to terrorize introverts at parties

" oh? why must it be me, good sir? "

ikkon has tucked himself deep into the corner, nursing a glass of champagne and watching the crowd to keep an eye on loras. . .or he had been until fallahan had stepped into his line of sight.

here in the dark corner, the browns and greens of his outfit had darkened to nearly black, though the bright golden notes of the pins worn in his hair caught the low light when he turned his head. he hums quietly, sipping at the glass in his hand before he sets it on the platter of a server who passes nearby.

" i know who you are, in some capacity, and you must know who i am. i am working tonight, sir. i can't spare more than perhaps one dance with you. "

masquerades and magic.