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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒 , the haze lifted. opening doors and screaming depths. gleaming , all the same , and such a terrible weight. 

his cheeks blooming all shy and washed out in the sun. all warm , rounded edges in the forefront of his mind.    ❝   no ,  ❞   james starts , uncertain in some small measure. not of her , never of her. always himself. the sore wanting of his own heart outweighs any doubts. any hesitation.   ❝   for you? never.   ❞   shakes his head. a promise , some greater admission. from the soul of himself and furling. vines , all thorned. snaring. gentle , all the same. gentle where it matters.

𝒪𝘗𝘌𝘕. ♡

" excuse me, " tone is soft, barely above murmur. cheeks blooming in rosy hues, lips lift towards sky & smile rivals sun. momentary confidence overtakes otherwise meek psyche as finger points towards other's lap. " is this seat taken? "

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@brainburrow : My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?” / kas & gale

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the birth of some bright light. hope and all its side effects. violet when it sings to the night sky. the way the lilies bend toward the pond. free and willing and wanting. has until the mourning dove sings , and time feels slowed.

cheeks flush at being caught in the act , muted shades of fire amber.   ❝   it appears i’ve been caught.   ❞   a brief smile before his expression softens. some part shy and some part bright. looks his age , all wrinkled in the corners of his eyes. thinking about tomorrow and today as though they were both outstretched and thriving.   ❝   pardon my staring.   ❞   voice is firm with some grander meaning. something sitting in the back of his throat. eager. controlled. 

❝   it has only just occurred to me how wonderful you look in the moonlight.   ❞   earnest. eyes lit from their consumption of the very sight — reflecting and devouring. aching for closeness and yet reservation weighs him down. eyes drop — to hands , to waist. back to eyes. smile returns , half committed. half cautious. the morning some inevitability and the night filling his chest.

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Hey fellas.

There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.

Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.

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@mizpaholic : have you so little faith in me? / sindri & yuca

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 and looking at him with much less disdain. wildfire , still. and aching with it. straight from the chest. earnest and hoping , as if that were enough.

❝   yes ,   ❞   he starts with a nod. lips pursed. shoulders slack.   ❝   yes i do.   ❞   a shrug. ever dramatic and always prodding.   ❝   and that’s rich coming from me.   ❞   a smirk. like the back of his hand , he knows her will. burns as his does - all aimless and free. misguided , sometimes. target in mind and barreling forward in spite of that. spilling over. impatient.   ❝   you’re wreckless.  ❞   words of a brother and given to her with just as much parenting. as though he might be speaking to himself , some few or more years in the past.   ❝   so am i.   ❞   honest. endearing. two sides of the same blunt and burned out blade. cutting and cutting and endless , really. to lash out as a second nature. to fall short and not without consequence. 

❝   but you and i ,   ❞   yuca begins again , expression softer.   ❝   we don’t win these sort of fights.   ❞   all honest where it counts. he feels so many years beyond what he’s lived.   ❝   not the way we take them on.   ❞   solid. true. he’s as lost as she is. wouldn’t admit it. sorry for it. doesn’t change anything. believes in her as much as he believes in himself.

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@un1dentity : " i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them. " / deacon & nick

𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 — all wandering and open. free 01110111 01100001 01101001 01110100 until the universe renders him obsolete. taking in what he can , rarely discarding. calculating in the most basic sense. he is who he is and he is who he has become.

nick valentine grins at the man. a degree of understanding and another left to assume , by nature of his counterpart , some humor left to translate.    ❝   you never pegged me as the type to throw in the towel.   ❞   and so begins the shell of a lecture. half learning and half prodding.   ❝   a comfortable life with eyes closed over the weight of the truth.   ❞   comfort not really an option to his own fate. always seeking and always curious.   ❝   no matter what that truth may be.   ❞   his tone light and pondering. 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110010 01101110 01101001 01101110 01100111. ❝   not sure that i have a choice frankly , but my eyes stay open.  ❞

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 "IT IS WISE TO HEED THE WORDS OF THE EYE. THE EYE KNOWS. EYE KNOWS”

IND. SEL. PRIV HERMAEUS MORA OF THE ELDER SCROLLS BUILT ON ORIGINAL CONCEPTS MIXED WITH CANON. MULTIVERSE WRITTEN BY JACKALOPE

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@eyehunger gets a starter just bc

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 on its hinge , some refrain from the mess in his mind. some movement to force his eyes in some holy upward direction. roll backwards into his head. and back before him , though not cognizant. not in the moment , but some moment before. 

black ichor threatening the flow of his veins. all consuming.  in vain - a cup overflowing. summer’s rain. spontaneous and weighing down. ancient and looking for the lord in every crevice. holy when it breaches your own skeleton. pure when it’s the only saving grace. dark wound of the sky some hypnotizing spectacle. grounded. falling. cool devotion. murmurs of lilac and safe. shy like the hare but all in view. some god of the skeptical frown. corners of his lips turned downwards in a holy strike. all for naught and all for those with the gift to calculate it. some breaching upon his immaculate vision. horror stolen. clouded within. connection lost.

eyebrows furrow. spiritual belief something of his childhood. not a consideration. cognizant memory. energy that won’t fade. energy he can’t overcome. and why not let it in? earthly horrors given free passage and why not the concept of something greater? he is what he is. he is the knife that cuts. he is the hand that kills. and god the beast of divine meaning. and god something lost in between. like jonathan when half his soul turns to the light. something he doesn’t know. something god only knows. shade of the broom tree and trying to be human. call to the marrow of his bones. waiting for nothing but the rumbling in his head. draws him unsteady like a weak pull. hunter of man used as a weapon : called for its weak pull. written like something you know will grow. have you tilled the land , gardener of men? ❝   you’re playing with my head ,   ❞   he says to no one. he says to everything. slight jerk of his chin , uncomfortable.   ❝   you know me ,   ❞   left on the tip of red tongue and half truths.   ❝   and , like it or not ,   ❞  a pause to take in surroundings, written before him and old in some sense   ❝   i know you.   ❞

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@maidmyth : " a moment longer… please. "

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘. he could swallow it and all its holy light. corrupt it in the pit of what he is. who he is. still human. takes a look at the palms of his hands to double check. still human. despite his insides.

maybe someday. maybe somehow. they could flower. petaling bright and blinding. made anew. stripped down and forgiven. and james holding his breath at the edge of the field. having walked it all and still with a mouth full of doubts. in his best lifetime , he could not deserve her. in the best state of mind , it’s a sin to perceive her.    (   what matters is now   ,   the words ring in his mind. hopeful. longing.   )   tomorrow is a new day. tomorrow cannot purify. waits for him all the same. that sore and sorry pit of himself is warm and true when it calls to him — it does not matter. stay. he listens. listens , but does not learn.

❝   yeah ,   ❞   james replies , words coming out as a sigh. letting go far more than he has the right to.   ❝   i can spare a moment.   ❞   lips move to ghost her own. hesitant. longing. even now. always , they are both on the edge of something beautiful. he could relent. for the sake of something beautiful. if only he deserved it. if only. 

lips meet hers , soft and learning. aware of their surroundings and yet drowning in her all the while. honeyed waters. suffocating. an entire reason to live for. the moon when it smiles back. lovely. pushing out of the dirt with meaning. arms tighten around her , ever cognizant of their placement. one hand on her upper back and the other on the small of her back. grounding himself to her being. pressure enough to keep their bodies close. she is every one of his tomorrows : all wrought with the same sort of grief and all scorching like the sun. patience as a virtue and patience as the itch beneath his clothes.  ❝   a hundred moments , if that’s what you want.   ❞

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@imaginarianisms : "look at the sea!" / jaehera & aegon

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍. like everything he’s ever loved , come back to meet him all violent in light of the end. brief volumes of his life all catching up to him. all too soon. he should have been more. done more. regret sands down his throat. the words come easier. drenched in the weight of being so long unsaid , they come.

he holds his daughter in his arms , gentleness all learned from helaena and not his own father. not his own mother.   ❝   yes , my sunbeam ,   ❞   said so soft and assuring. the morning of his life. the beauty of it all. the parts of him he clings to still , all young and bright and manifested within her. to start again. to be something new. ❝   and it’s all yours.   ❞   presses a kiss to the side of her face , right next to ear. all bones of himself , and cheeks. and ivory , freckled arms. fingers more of helaena’s. eyes , too. he’s grateful for that. perhaps would see her way and not his. goodness he could never know. forsaken in his own life but glorified now. catching up to him in the end. and love that extends far beyond this place they hide. fate that feels foreign and fate that feels deserved. he must be a father , now , and gods only know he just wants to go home.   ❝   shore to sea and beyond. this is what i leave to you.   ❞

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@promiseofspring : "it will be a great adventure for you."

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 on the horizon , some soft end meeting another. growth of the earth like veins and sweet. one look to feel her as a garden. one look to think of his home. green and growing. fondness of tomorrow and kind. the best he could wish upon his people. 

❝   a great adventure , indeed.   ❞   a grin twisted as though his lips could taste the glory already. assured without overconfidence. soul of the elves , or something. duty rings through even him in his own state and stature. nature of things would find him at home. all hidden in the twisting branches and far too idle at his father’s side. and yet the soul of him persists. onward , and ever.  ❝   and what of you?   ❞   earnest question , asked with a grin. curious and self serving. thinking of tomorrow when it doesn’t exist only for himself.   ❝   does adventure call to you , too?   ❞

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@starvingtongue : i fear i am taken ill. / zephyr & cicero

❝   𝑶𝑯 !!   ❞   tone of understanding and yet drenched in uncertainty. fated only to serve , not to understand. and ever helpful , the pawn that he is. zephyr is a friend to cicero. cicero helps his friends.   ❝   cicero is no healer.   ❞   earnest words. trailing on those yet spoken. soft and foolish and lost. his own existence some ghosting in the present. flowering like nightshade and just as hard to swallow. intentions better , perhaps. maybe not. depends on the day.

❝   yes! a sweetroll! cure to all your ailments.   ❞   cicero pulls the treat out of his pocket. crumbled and unappetizing. sweet , still. surely. it’s what’s on the inside , yes? some half truth , cicero believes. and what is a lie if not spoken like the truth? all a performance — all an honest gimmick. ❝   works for cicero ,   ❞   he reasons with himself , staring off at the floor and moving his hands as though arguing some point to the very ground.

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@imaginarianisms : i am an appetite. nothing more. / ramsay & theon

𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃. everything in between. his voice calls out to him , throat of it all. ringing holy in his ears. every stretch of his skin over bone — he’s grateful really. all for the life of himself. unbreakable tether. meaning. pain. loss. everything leads back to ramsay. it all leads back to him.

the words make sense. ring true. hunger unending. took from him what he could. not enough. wanting more. left with the bones of himself and not even his own name — all deemed insufficient. the wet and sorry story of his own being , maybe. truth and fate. reek’s head jerks to the side , reaction. bitter and spreading. warm. warm is good? it’s winterfell — warm is good. ❝   what do you hunger for , m’lord?   ❞   voice shaky as ever. eyes on the threads of ramsay’s tunic. melting into the stitching. some comfort there. and some aching and alarming fire — to sate such hunger. loyal. desperate. drowning. reek doesn’t look into those eyes — knows what he would see there. the end. so far away. it’s so out of reach.

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@prophecychanged gets a starter bc

𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 that doesn't know any better. thinks the pain means he’s doing the right thing. finds excitement in being reeled in. something significant , something marked. and once he’s writhing from the lack of water , he realizes what a fool it makes him.

grenadine — swallowed with a twist of features. too sweet as a means of concealing something bitter. it’s his own fault , theon supposes. for coming back for more. for falling into her trap. for trying to dig his way out only to find himself further in. all backwards and it’s all he can do to convince himself he’s not drowning in it.

he arrived at the stark family home tuesday night. rode with robb after their last class before the holiday. half his old stuff still in robb’s bedroom from the days of half living there. it’s more a home than he’s ever known. and perhaps that’s why it irritates him to such a degree — that smug bastard tarly. looks like he’s got nothing but rocks rolling around inside of that skull of his. when theon’s not busy grandstanding in the company of his chosen family , he’s grinding his teeth just to bear it. buzzed off a two-thirds split case of beer in which he partook of the greater portion — he excuses himself as if robb would care to know his business. momentary gratefulness for the level of comfort shared between the two. but now he waits outside her door. privacy respected this time , at least. manages to keep his expression ambiguous as she approaches. arms crossed , leaning against the doorframe. too aware of her own schedule for his own comfort.   ❝   if you want to make me jealous , you’ve got to try harder than that.   ❞   a lie — he’s all but consumed by it. ego aching from the mere concept of it. his being here the very proof of it and yet he’d rather be rolled off in his delusions than admit to it.   ❝   i mean , dickon? really? how do you say his name with a straight face?   ❞

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , young red of the morning upon his cheeks. flushed from his lover’s words. embarrassed , and yet holding true to every word. even now , every inch of his skin burns where nezumi’s lies flush against his own. on the cusp of some sweet haven. 

and if you saw my love , you’d love her too. 

❝   i mean it , though ,   ❞   words barely a whisper. he leans lazily against nezumi’s shoulder. sways along , lids heavy with the entire weight of heaven. the songbird of the rest of their lives , and with a tone so sweet. misguided. honest. true. if only he could die in those dark and long locks of hair.   ❝   only you…   ❞   his words fade out. fingers curl tighter around tomorrow. unwilling to let go. sore for the shape their bodies make when pressed together. blind to anything else.

Chuckling, the raven haired wanderer pulled his flower closer from behind after he places his cigarette in the ashtray to join him, his slender hands slithering up to embrace him, lips pressed near his pulse where he'd cut him with that knife years ago, leaving a kiss there, the other hand weaving into his Shion's snow white hair. ❝𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞.❞ A gentle, playful slap on the arm as he sways the two of them in tune with some Beatles song that Shion decided that he'd play on their new phonogram while they watch the nature outside. Nezumi usually isn't one for big speeches unless if she's acting on stage for a play, but he hopes this and his actions will suffice instead, leaving a tender kiss on flesh.

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NOSFERATU PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the screenplay, adjust as necessary

i have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

love is inferior to you.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

you are my affliction.

even now we are fated.

you know nothing of him.

your passion is bound to me.

you cannot love.

i cannot be sated without you.

we must remain calm.

you know i love you both.

why do you hate me?

you have never liked me.

search everything.

this is madness!

i must see them!

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

our love was supposed to be sacred.

kiss me.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

come to me.

hear my call.

you are not for the living.

do you swear it?

what's that, my love?

there is nothing to be afraid of.

take off your shoes.

i wish i could stay, my love.

i really must be off.

come in, come in.

i thank you for considering me.

you are too generous.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

let us put them in water.

forgive me.

throw them out.

you cannot leave.

i must tell you my dream.

please, no more of your childhood memories.

never speak these things aloud.

it is a foolish dream.

everything is well.

when i return, i will finally make something of myself.

i love you too much.

it's worth celebrating your adventure!

i envy you.

it's crushing, [name]. crushing.

i cannot resist her.

not another word.

do take care of [name].

there is a monster in the room.

we have each other.

you're hurting me.

i am proud of you.

please keep safe.

have you so little faith in me?

i promise.

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

i only wish to stay one night.

i have an audience at the castle.

leave here.

you are late.

i wish you to do as i request.

it's nothing.

come by the fire.

why ever did you bring that here?

you must put that away.

what might we do for you?

that was yesterday.

do you ever feel at times as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts.

look at the sea!

i am not mad.

forgive me. everything i say sounds so childish.

how careless of me.

you are fortunate in your love.

i fear i am taken ill.

if it continues, let me know.

i have received nothing of any kind.

still no trace of him.

for heaven's sake, you cannot leave.

a moment longer... please.

i cannot resist you, my love.

can you tell me your name?

he is coming.

why haven't you told me?

i must leave!

i sensed something.

you look tired.

would you describe them to me?

tell me what you can. from the beginning.

this is no delusion.

the blood is the life.

i feared i'd never see you again.

what the devil is this?

it is past three o'clock in the morning!

forgive me for the troubles i have caused you.

get off me. give me room. i can't breathe.

you frightened me.

may i stay with you tonight?

thank you for loving me.

our spirits are one, so too shall be our flesh.

you are mine.

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@killsport : cont. from here.

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 : life too short. life too long. all spry and tired and aching and singing. the past is some trail of blue veins on the backs of her hands. the future some dark thing to dig out from under her fingernails. tomorrow is a promise of morning. tomorrow is some sinking sun. and onward. to the rest of her life. to something she can hold onto.

her gaze , in all its heat , could stifle a room. and even to those without true lungs , this she’s seen. old world blood or some other reason. she doesn’t pretend to be unaware of it. and so she allows it to stay a few moments more. lets it sink into the inner workings of the girl before her. all too much like herself at such an age. and moldable. and yet some strange desire inside herself to prevent such malleability. to protect her as she wished she would have been. 

a laugh leaves her lips , short and velvet smooth. ❝ good things , my dear. ❞ lids heavy , lashes draping over irises. and soft somehow. ❝ nick tells me you’re resilient. ❞   she shifts her weight onto her other foot. leans her back against the wall. lips curl into some half-approving grin. ❝ tells me you’re a handful. ❞ she laughs , easy and without blame. a short and soft thing. ❝ tells me you’re the best of us. ❞ tone leaves speculation — something to be found out herself. something made of hope.