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mini hiatus! just a week or two to clear my head, with no threads dropped<3

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sry for being quiet everywhere<3 i’m sure blogs’ll be back to normal in the next week or so!

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————       firstailor​.

it’s  reckless   (   selfish.   )   to  let  herself  be  so  obvious  and  she’s  grateful  that  he’d  play  along,  politely  sidestepping  her  clumsy  grab  at  a  change  of  subject.   there  wasn’t  much  shared  freely  of  dracidos,  only  murmurs  of  dragons  and  legends  retold  to  better  mesh  with  more  familiar  figures  of  ravkan  legend.  

he’s  right  to  an  extent;   everything  had  roots  in  reality.  stories  were  the  product  of  shared  experiences,  infused  with  a  bit  of  magic  to  entertain  or  teach,  but  she’d  seen  with  her  own  eyes,  again  and  again,  legends  walk  right  from  the  pages  of  children’s  books.     ‘     what  about  dragons ?    ’     it  hadn’t  been  so  long  ago  that  she’d  watched   rusalye  erupt  from  the  icy  waters  of  the  bone  road,  but  the  serpent  was  a  far  cry  from  the  mighty  rulers  of  dracidos.

this time when demetrius smirks,     its a real and genuine thing,     a quiet snort emitting from nostrils that almost,     almost hint at a laugh,     at amusement.     in a way,     this is amusing,     her domino line of questions especially so.     he thinks perhaps the question of dragons should have come before dracidos   ————   but he won’t tease her too terribly,     won’t make fun;     mostly because it isn’t in is  nature,     isn’t him. 

a small nod,     that smirk of his unwavering.        ❛  i do think,    miss,    that the existence of dracidos  implies  the existence of dragons itself,     does it not ?  ❜        listen closely;     there’s even a hint of his amusement in his tone,     words almost lulling in a way,     spoken with the smallest grain of personality.        ❛  and besides all that   ————   the saints,     your saints,     does one of their tales not directly involve a dragon ?     sankt juris,     i believe ?     he fought a dragon,     if i remember the legend correctly.     i suppose your answer lies therein,     if your beliefs lie with the saints.  ❜

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————       worthfuls​.

“   the   wilds   scare   me   no   less   than   my   own   home.   ”    there   were   all   manner   of   those   .   .   .   things   he   spoke   of,   but   the   truth   of   it   was   that   alice   would   rather   encounter   a   dragon   than   see   her   metaphorical   dragon   of   a   mother   right   now.    “   whatever   happens,   happens.   if   a   dragon   is   how   i   meet   my   end,   then   so   be   it.   ”

there is a pause in which he ponders,     ponders whether or not it would be humorous to shift into his true form now,      offer the lone girl such a thing as if she’d made a request.     demetrius decides against it   ————   he’s nothing against her,     and lashing out against mortals is the very thing that would run his people into the ground.     instead,     he laughs.     there is nothing genuine in the sound.        ❛  then you’re either very foolish, or very brave.     i’m having trouble deciding which.  ❜        a quirk of the brow,     tilt of his head deepening.        ❛  do you really mean to say that if a dragon landed before you this very moment,     you would neither run nor scream,     but accept your fate and be burned,     all for the sake of peace and solitude ?  ❜

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“It’s a token.” “For what? For good luck? For love?” “No.”

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when strands of his hair curl around the tips of his crown <3

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Kingdom of the Wicked by Kerri Maniscalco // 4AM by HUNTAR // The Kiss by Edvard Munch // The Cruel Prince by Holly Black // Odium by E-M. S. // Foul is Fair by Hannah Capin // Candy Jar (2018) dir. Ben Shelton.

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thinking lovingly of dima and virnan . yall will never know how much tht ship tugs at my heartstrings they are the ULTIMATE enemies to lovers and im obsessed w them......... literally the leader of everything dima wants to destroy and they fall in LOVE? i cant deal with it i can’t. its not even canon but im SO... FDJKGHFDKJLGHKDFKFDJ.... virnan with no idea at first that dima even means him ill........ finding out and still treating him with kindness and trying to show him that things are different no matter how much dima fights back........ trying tirelessly to earn his trust even when dima gives him every reason to fight back or send him away...... doing things that freak dima out and upset him and immediately back tracking and trying to fix it... GOD

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THE GREEN KNIGHT 2021, dir. David Lowery

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————       chaoshe​.

 SHE’S   FACED   MEN   WHO   thought   themselves   more   self   important   than   he   :   king   dwendal   on   his   throne,   blinded   to   the   suffering   of   his   people   and   the   machinations   of   those   who   work   in   the   shadows   in   his   very   empire,   the   plank   king   and   his��  needless   cruelty,   trent.   trent,   who   had   looked   at   her   like   something   to   be   squashed,   an   insignificant   nuisance,   right   until   the   moment   she   glued   his   hands   together.   until   the   scales   were   toppled.   knows   how   the   assembly   looks   at   her   with   weariness   now,   this   strange   creature   no   one   can   tame.

 so   it   all   washes   over   her   like   water   on   duck   feather.   she   is   older   than   she   was   now,   and   dismissal   does   not   dim   her   brightness   in   the   slightest.   after   all,   hadn’t   essek   thought   her   whimsical   and   silly   too   once   upon   a   time   ??         ❝     pets   don’t   have   to   do   things   for   you   to   be   good   pets.   people   too.     ❞         runs   her   fingers   through   crimson   fur,   head   tilting   to   the   side.         ❝     beau   is   my   best   friend,   after   artie   of   course.   she’s   like   …   an   expositor   with   the   cobalt   soul   and   can   punch   things   real   hard.   she’s   super   smart   too.     ❞

it isn’t that he  means  to be rude.     he finds,    in many interactions,    that the sharp,    cold air about him seems to come naturally,    that sometimes calculated words and even tones are rather the opposite  ————  words offered without much thought for the delivery,    his features with a mind of their own,    expression often failing his pleasant facade,    or the thing crumbling altogether.     demetrius is still young,    after all.     lacking in the years of experience with which his father has grown and learned,    learned to be whoever his conversation partner wants.

it shows here,    with the way his eyes tear from the sky and onto the blue figure beside him,    look at her with what can only be described as shock,    a disbelieving brow raising.       ❛  you are friends with an expositor ?  ❜       even he can taste the ice in his words,    blinks to try and gather himself,    offers a quiet chuckle as if to pass it off.     this is no way to be,    he reminds himself,    no matter how unlikely this all sounds.     he must stay level,    must stay light.       ❛  that is  . . .  impressive.     honorable.     she must be a decent person to have around.  ————  you’re certain she truly is,    and hasn’t just offered you a fake identity ?  ❜

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————       archaeval​.

IT WAS FULFILLING TO WATCH someone admire her home as it deserved. She was proud of the archives, as much a reflection of her as not. “You don’t know the stories?” It wasn’t uncommon either, though Ruby would admit she preferred when they came spouting bedtime tales and frightful tales told ‘round campfires on the road. “There’s as many about me as there are stars in the sky, though I do find myself dead in more than a few.”

there was a moment wherein he forgot himself,    his composure and nobility  ————  eyes sparkling when they passed over gems,    engravings,    the pretty fancies which lay about the room.     something childish in him wanted to reach out and touch,    take something and slip it into his pocket.     but words fell eventually upon his ears,    and he cleared his throat,    shook his head back into reality.       ❛  i’m afraid i don’t.     i’m a busy man,    usually the only stories and legends that reach me are ones that  concern me.  ❜       turning away from his distractions,    he flickered his attention back to her,    commanded it to stay.       ❛  tell me.     either your favorite one,    or the most accurate.  ❜

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————       worthfuls​.

“   what   is   anyone   doing   when   they   venture   out   into   the   wilderness   on   their   own?   i   seek   solace.   peace   and   quiet.   ”

❛  the wild is a peculiar place to seek solace,    madame.  ❜       curiosity etches itself across features,    tilted head and furrowed brows  ————  lacking,    however,    in smiles,    any kindness in his eyes hidden away.       ❛  there are birds,   bugs,   the wind,   travelers.     and have you not heard tell of dragons,    lurking beyond the treeline ?     you would be in grave danger,    face to face with one of the great winged things.  ❜

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————       firstailor​.

    ‘     thank  you.     ’     despite  every  step,  farther  and  farther  into  a  new  life,  every  version  of  herself  she’s  left  buried  deep  beneath  her  ribcage,  she  hasn’t  escaped  the  emptiness  of  her  word …  promises  she  couldn’t  be  entirely  sure  to  keep,  but  doled  out  all  the  same.    ultimately,  it  came  to  nikolai  to  make  good  on  her  words,  but  these  were  the  promises  ravka  needed.   she  settles  on  a  smile,  in  lieu  of  agreement.

     ‘     are  the  stories  true ?     ’     the  question  all  but  bursts  from  her  lips,  a  leap  from  their  current  staling  conversation.     ‘     of  dracidos ?     ’     

the subject change nearly makes him suspicious,    but he knows his way well enough around  politics  ————  his own words were half request,    half demand;    meant nearly as threat,    in the underhanded way those in power often do.     the message,    he expects,    got across.     only the future will tell how its received.     so smile is returned,    a small,    insincere thing,    a formality rather than a show of emotion. 

❛  all stories must be true in some way,    mustn’t they ?     in order to become stories at all,    i mean.     there needs to a beginning,    a story to tell in the first place.  ❜       voice lilts,    the smallest hint of sarcasm  ————  but there is something sincere behind them,    almost fond,    like nostalgia.       ❛  i suppose it depends on which stories you’re referring to.     the very  existence  of dracidos ?  ❜

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@stagsworn​​​   :   ❛ Was it you? Did you do all this? ❜     ————   prompt.

blood stains skin,    stains hair,    the very clothes upon his body  ————  demetrius drowns in crimson  and seems nearly to pay it no mind,    wears it like a mantle,    the only hint of battle the gasps of breath that heave his chest,    the blood that rises from his own wounds.    how to explain,    without exposing his nature ?     dragon hunters lay lifeless on the ground,    a slaughtering,    but here he stands an ‘elven man,’    wincing over the arrowhead still stuck inside his leg,    looking down at the bodies with such disdain,    such hatred. 

he will tell a half-truth,    omit details and fabricate something safer.       ❛  i did,    but the  first blow  was not my own.  ❜       a  snarl  at the bodies,    before attention finally draws away,    up to study the other.    stomach turns,    the sting in his leg growing sharper.    still,   he refuses to wince.       ❛  i believe they intended to rob me,    or kill me to make the job easier.     i allowed them to do no such thing.  ————  i’m in need of aid,    have you any bandages ?  ❜

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————     firstailor​.

her  eye  catches  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.     ‘     thank  you.     ’     she  dips  her  head,  nearly  a  bow,  as  she  spoke.     ‘     i  hope  you  will  understand,  then,  my  persistence.   if  you  would  continue  to  allow  my  people  to  remain  in  sulvara  long  enough  to  locate  and  aid  any  willing  ravkan  grisha  in  returning  home,  the  second  army  would  be  most  grateful.     ’     her�� head  canting  pleasantly,  she  presses  once  more.

a moment of purposeful thought,    so not to appear hasty,    too easy  ————  despite knowing his answer already.       ❛  i’ll speak with my father about it,    though we’ve nothing  against  grisha,    so i’m certain you won’t be ushered out so quickly.  ❜       hands fold politely behind his back,    posture straightening,    demeanor somehow open yet closed off at once.       ❛  i only hope ravka will remember our hospitality,    in future days.  ❜

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————      chaoshe​.

 SHE’S   TRYING   VERY   HARD     to   keep   her   expression   under   control,   all   feigned   discontent   but   for   the   way   her   mouth   keeps   twitching,   wanting   to   settle   into   a   smile.   can’t   help   it   ————   watching   him   scramble   for   a   response   is   funny,   and   she   can   practically   hear   the   traveller’s   amused   huff   in   her   ear.

❝     hm.   you   are   forgiven.     ❞         magnanimous,   she   offers   a   single   nod,   the   way   she’s   seen   mama   do   so   many   times.   there’s   something   almost   delicious   in   playing   pretend,   pushing   at   people’s   boundaries   through   sheer   surprise   just   to   see   how   they’ll   react.   sprinkle,   still   content   on   her   shoulders,   looks   up   at   him   with   too   green   eyes,   and   her   smile   finally   breaks   through,   game   forgotten.         ❝     oh   !!   this   is   sprinkle   !!   he’s   the   best,   and   i   love   him   very   much.   beau   got   an   owl   from   the   same   merchant   but   it  flew   away   like   …   an   hour   later,   so   sprinkle’s   very   special   and   loves   me   a   lot.   he   uh   …   doesn’t   really   like   strangers   though,   so   i   wouldn’t   pet   him.     ❞

her shift in demeanor is almost jarring,    invokes further blinking and furrowing of the brows,    as though demetrius is trying to settle the spinning of his head,    keep up with her.     he’s never met someone like this before.     briefly,    he can’t help wondering how long she’d last in sulvara,    picturing what little approval she’d garner from his family.     folly,    he can hear his father saying,    what a foolish thing. 

demetrius is not his father,    but isn’t much amused,    either.     a curt nod,    a quirk of the brow.       ❛  i didn’t intend to pet him.  ❜       hadn’t even thought of it,    actually,    can’t quite see the point in petting a little weasel with uncomfortably green eyes.     what kind of a name is sprinkle,    anyways ?     what might he name a weasel ?  ————   why would that ever matter ?     he frowns at the thing another moment,    half-curious and half-disapproving,    before shaking his head,    looking to the sky again with something like longing in his eyes.       ❛  an owl sounds far more practical for a companion,    good for delivering letters.     a shame it wasn’t trained well enough to stay.  ————  who is this beau ?  ❜