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don’t   you   see   ?           this   is   the   one   thing   i   can   do   as   well   as   anyone   else.        i    can’t   plow.        i   can’t   build.        BUT   I   CAN   SUFFER.

SANCTOS . . . an oc-based multimuse establised in 2023. written by ash. slow activity. personals and minors dni. promo by gloomglimmer ily

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last night in our mini-campaign final session my bard died and the raven queen recruited them but they managed to talk her into letting them be a death speaker / personal bard in the mortal world spreading her message and warnings bc they're scared of being dead and its the closest option they had to still kinda almost being alive and getting to go home and suddenly i am absolutely fixated on this character now so get ready for them LMAO

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Bolder than the other two, her black dragon had been the first to try his wings above the water, the first to flutter from ship to ship, the first to lose himself in a passing cloud … and the first to kill. 

MAKE ME CHOOSE ▸@wankenobiis asked: drogon or rhaegal or viserion

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☼ despite their fear , the way their core trembles and their mind jolts at every sound———wilhelmina's heart skips a beat with simon crouched beside them , their hand pressed to his lips. IT WARMS THEM , makes them shake just a little less. ❛❛ thank you. ❜❜ whispered , a deep breath drawn in shortly after , held for a moment before they release it. ❛❛ in my dream , it was like when we met all over again———the demons on the farm , only this time it was an army of them , and i heard my father's voice . . . ❜❜

they trail off , grief intermingling with the lingering fear. the first time in ages they hear sinclair's voice , and its in a dream , a nightmare. ITS UNFAIR. they brush their thumb over simon's knuckles , fiddling with his hands for comfort. ❛❛ stay with me , please. ❜❜ with another deep breath , they lean backwards to flop against the mattress , letting the softness of blankets and sheets remind them they're okay. ❛❛ i don't want to be alone , not after that. ❜❜

at least it's no physical threat that affrights wil — however, the thing that plagues them is much more difficult to deal with. there is only so much he'll be able to do to help them, but he's willing to do it. he would do anything for them. “ yeah, yeah. of course. this way. ” simon keeps his arm around their shoulders and walks them further into his room making sure the door is closed tightly behind them. they'll sleep well, he'll make sure of it.

“ you're safe now. i swear it. ” he kneels at his bedside as soon as wilhelmina is sat down, and he takes their hands with his. “ no demons will harm you while i'm near. ” with a quiet sigh, simon pulls their hands to his lips and peppers kisses all over their knuckles, then looks up at them again with his head tilted slightly. “ i can sleep with you, if you wish. if not, i do not mind the lounge across the room. it's rather comfortable, you know. ”

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Knightly affirmations!!!

You can be a knight and afraid of spiders

You can be a knight and stumble in your armor

You can be a knight and blush when his majesty calls your name

I am a knight but I’m also a bit of a fuck up

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˚｡ ⋆ @polarean . . . you're forever assuming the worst.

☾ ❛❛ that is what i do. ❜❜ lazy and sleepy-sounding , giovanni rolls atop jameson to lie on his chest , biting gently at the skin there in a way that could be seen as playful , were gio anyone else. and perhaps it is playful , in this half-asleep moment. perhaps he's forgetting himself. but even so , his words do not betray him. ❛❛ can you honestly think of one time where the worst did not happen ? i cannot. i am not even trying to be depressing. it is genuinely better to assume the worst , in my eyes———then you are not surprised when it happens. ❜❜ you should have expected me leaving , he thinks , just as i expect you to do the same , JUST AS I EXPECT YOU TO DIE. the false playfulness fades away from him now , and he just sighs , tracing a finger lightly over jameson's collarbone. ❛❛ immortality teaches you this. or maybe it is just me———i have toyed with the thought that i am simply unlucky. perhaps it is part of my curse. ❜❜

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☼ another quiet giggle , their face hiding against their knees and arms. ❛❛ you don't look like a ferret , you just . . . have the right energy. happy and excitable. ❜❜ and still smiling , they force themself to move a little———as comfortable as they are , falling asleep on the studio floor would not be ideal , and if they don't do some after-performance stretches , they'll regret it in the morning. so they begin to contort this way and that , massaging out the stiffness in their legs while they listen to mason , still nodding along. MEMORABLE ? at first , the word paired with his blush makes them think of lovely things. perhaps they made it official in the sunlight , exchanged a promise ring , a first kiss ? its a fairytale thought , but mason carries on———and though it takes them an embarrassingly long time to understand , ( brows furrowed , visible thought in their eyes , ) they catch on eventually , and shake their head. ❛❛ oh . . . well. alright. ❜❜

how else should they respond ? they never talk about anything like that. they just know its rude to say they don't particularly care , so they keep that thought to themself. ❛❛ that's not at all what i'm talking about , though. i mean lounging , sunbathing , taking a nap and connecting with the world around you. ❜❜ he did connect in some way , they suppose. another shake of their head , and they straighten up again , beginning to loosely braid their hair so its out of their way. ❛❛ i should take you on a hike somewhere , show you how peaceful nature can be. i don't know where though , with all this city———are there any good spots away from here ? preferably not that spot ? ❜❜

wow   ,   that's   a   lot   of   hair.   wilhelmina's   hair   is   gorgeous   &   long   as   it   falls   down   their   back   ,   reminding   mason   of   something   out   of   a   fantasy   novel.   having   that   much   hair   to   deal   with   while   doing   dance   had   to   do   a   number   on   the   scalp   &   while   they   look   beautiful   &   more   at   ease   with   their   hair   down   ,   mason   most   definitely   does   not   envy   them.   sitting   together   alone   in   the   dance   studio   is   nice   considering   the   hard   work   they   endured   only   moments   before.   the   quiet   echo   of   their   voices   ,   the   air   conditioned   room   paired   with   the   open   widows   &   mirrored   walls   ━━   something   about   it   helped   to   bring   some   sort   of   calm   to   him   ,   or   maybe   that   was   wilhelmina's   doing   .   .   .   who's   to   say   ?   their   mention   of   him   doing   a   voice   for   cartoon   animals   makes   him   laugh   even   as   he   tries   to   roll   his   eyes.   they're   not   the   first   to   suggest   that   he   could   achieve   such   a   thing   ,   but   he's   not   going   to   let   them   know   that.   no   need   to   keep   up   the   narrative   of   getting   him   to   voice   animals   that   people   think   he   resembles.   ❝   a   ferret   ?   why   a   ferret   ?   don't   tell   me   i   look   like   one   ?   it's   the   lanky   arms   ,   isn't   it   ?   ❞   he   shakes   his   head.

clearly   they   are   both   different   in   what   they   see   as   peaceful   or   not.   mason has   always   been   a   city   boy   deep   down   ,   having   lived   all   his   life   in   san   francisco   before   moving   to   new   york.   the   change   was   big   ,   but   not   so   much   that   he   couldn't   adjust.   for   wilhelmina   ,   who   is   used   to   the   comfort   of   their   farm   ,   it   has   to   be   a   lot   to   endure   on   top   of   needing   to   deliver   a   good   &   wonderful   dance   performance.   it's   amazing   to   think   this   was   just   a   hobby   to   them   before   they   became   a   professional   at   it.   mason   wishes   he   had   their   luck   when   it   comes   to   acting   ,   but   hey   ,   at   least   they're   here   now.   even   if   this   isn't   wilhelmina's   cup   of   tea   ,   at   least   they   get   to   go   back   home   to   their   farm   &   enjoy   some   peace   for   a   bit   with   what   they   earn   from   the   show.   at   the   mention   of   lying   in   a   field   ,   the   first   thought   that   comes   to   mason's   mind   makes   him   blush   &   avert   his   gaze.   ❝   um   .   .   .   i've   done   something   similar   ,   ❞   he   admits   ,   unsure   if   he   should   say   ,   but   at   this   point   his   facial   expressions   betrayed   him.   ❝   i   had   a   picnic   with   my   husband   when   we   first   started   dating.   it   was   in   a   flower   field   &   it   was   nice   &   peaceful   &   .   .   .   memorable.   ❞   he   coughs , attempting to clear his throat.   ❝   i'll   uh   .   .   .   i'll   let   you   fill   in   the   blanks   on   that   one   ,   wil.   but   yeah   ,   i   agree.   very   lovely.   ❞

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🗣️️ I S I L D U R

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☆ its heavy on his heart , how terribly evandir wants to agree with her. he thinks back to birdsong while he worked , family dinners , mischief with his siblings and their friends———THE SOUND OF HIS OWN MOTHER. the world wasn't so bad , then. then there were beautiful rainstorms , sunrises he'd sneak out to see , festivals and yearly harvests. now its blown to nonexistence. all the light he ever knew is gone , all because complete strangers wanted to be cruel. he still looks apologetic , and offers her a shrug. ❛❛ i'm glad you can still believe that. i don't think i can. if i had a home , i would hunker down in it and never step outside again. ❜❜ he really is making for terrible company. suddenly he regrets ever bothering her , ever coming here to begin with. he was just so hungry. now he just feels sick. he wrings his hands together , anxious. ❛❛ i'm sorry. i'm sure there's still beauty out there somewhere. if you want to adventure , don't let the words of a stranger stop you. i might've wanted it once , too———what sort of good do you hope to find ? ❜❜

his words are like ice water being poured over her. laenaya had such dreams about what the world beyond the grove would be like. could only imagine the wonderous things she would find. maybe that's all it was. a daydream. maybe if she left she would come running back, but she wants to find out for herself. head shakes, as if to shake off his very words from her mind. ❝ you sound like my mother. ❞ she swallows down the lump that has formed in her throat, placing down the bowl containing what was left of her stew. suddenly she isn't so hungry. ❝ and i can't believe it. the world can't be so bad. ❞ fingers find the ends of her hair, twisting and twirling red locks. a light frown has taken root between her brows as she ponders all he's said. ❝ what you've been through must of have been awful, but i have to believe there is good out there, too. ❞

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giovanni de viscardi , a character study.

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˚｡ ⋆ @omenshe . . . who puts those awful ideas in your head ?

☾ one brow raises , giovanni's head lulling sideways to look at nausicaä. expression almost unreadable , the smallest hint of curiosity almost put on , an act. ❛❛ you are going to have to be more specific than that. ❜❜ he waves his cigarette dismissively , takes a drag from it and continues speaking around the smoke. ❛❛ there are many awful ideas in my head , and have been for a few hundred years. some were put there , but most are my own doing. so , me , i suppose. ❜❜ when he thinks about it , there really aren't thoughts or ideas in his head that most wouldn't consider awful , not anymore. though he's lived with himself for so long , he's unable to recognize them as such any longer———his thoughts are just his thoughts. HIS DEATHS ARE HIS DEATHS , and his yearning for it is simply that , a yearning. there is nothing awful about it. perhaps three-hundred years ago he might have thought so. so he shrugs , simply , and offers the still-lit cigarette out to the other.

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gonna do this here too so reverse  meme  call  geared  towards  ppl  i  have  little  interactions  with  /  haven't  interacted  with  yet  !!  like  to  get  spammed  with  some  things  from  your  meme  tag  :)

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gonna do this here too so reverse  meme  call  geared  towards  ppl  i  have  little  interactions  with  /  haven't  interacted  with  yet  !!  like  to  get  spammed  with  some  things  from  your  meme  tag  :)

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☼ the strangest thought occurs , and the feeling of it sits in his chest , makes demetrius blink at the ground. YOU ARE A PLACE THAT FEELS SAFE FOR ME. some of the dragon's easiest nights have been with asgeirr at his side———despite everything that's happened , despite the heavy weight that bogs him down , he's still managed to rest and sleep through this terrible time. he has to wonder if he still would have , had asgeirr left his side. something deep within him tells him no. a heavy sigh , and he removes his wing from asgeirr's head , stretches them both once more before hiding them again. ❛❛ i know. ❜❜ he says finally , a whisper , suddenly gloomy. ❛❛ i'm stalling. not entirely , though———i am very tired , bodily so. i've been having some difficulty just getting up. ❜❜

but he does , finally , stands to his full height and stretches out his back , leaning backwards to pop it in a few places that make him wince. and with a still-slow , puttering pace , he begins to collect their things , his heart beating faster the closer they get to leaving. ❛❛ shall we just fly there , get it over with quicker ? ❜❜

talking about this place like it could be home was strange — though, deep down, ásgeirr wondered if he'd ever be accepted there. perhaps he'd stay while everything got settled in skyrim, and then he'd return home, with the memories of demetrius remaining to keep him company while he lived out the rest of his days. the thought made him sad, which he is able to mask as demetrius cloaks them with his wing. “ i think i will always sleep with at least one dagger under my pillow. ” ásgeirr clarifies, happy that his laugh removes the rather sad expression that was on their face just moments prior. “ i don't feel safe without one. i never will. you never know who might surprise you in the middle of the night. ”

he makes no movement to leave the cover of his companion's wing — instead, they look rather content, looking at him with an easy smile on their lips. “ i have always enjoyed flowers. no matter where i go, i always look for them. it's... a certainty of sorts. ” he's only seen daffodils a handful of times, but he likes them. enough to remember what they're called. “ we shouldn't delay this any longer, demetrius. it will be better to get it over with so that you may relax more. we have had some trying days. it would do you well to rest in a place that feels safe for you. ”

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Dev Patel as Darcy Davenport in Rabbit Trap (2025)

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do you feel love? i know i don't.

featuring characters from dragon age, skyrim, marvel, original canons, and more, by blythe.

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don’t   you   see   ?           this   is   the   one   thing   i   can   do   as   well   as   anyone   else.        i    can’t   plow.        i   can’t   build.        BUT   I   CAN   SUFFER.

SANCTOS . . . an oc-based multimuse establised in 2023. written by ash. slow activity. personals and minors dni. promo by gloomglimmer ily