#⚔. ANSWERED.

[quartzhearted]

[ Makeup Parlor ] [ sephora parent edition ]

"Alright, like the kids these days say...get those eyebrows on felek on something." He's a bit drunk, but determined. What he'll do though is left to the Goddess to decide.

"You're not escaping until I'm done."

"eh? the eyebrows on what? hey, be ca--!"

morion is nice and refreshed, with a bruise-free cheek and some more snacks in him. he's decided to stick to surveillance for the night so he doesn't miss out on any trickery he's supposed to put a stop to.

but everybody knows there can't be normalcy here, right?

suddenly he's accosted by lambert once again, but this time the guy seems a bit loopy. he must have had a bit more to drink than morion's seen. that's fine; dragons know morion does it often enough.

he does not, however, expect lambert to drag his arse down to a makeup parlor and essentially trap him in there. what?

now he's here. morion certainly prides himself on appearance and makes sure his beard is well-trimmed, but he's not sure what lambert is referring to here. is he going to shave his eyebrows off? is that what a felek is?

"uh... go easy on me?"

[the-silver-kingdoms-king]

The fae king rests as peacefully as he can.

Yet another ask/rp blog run by this dumbass, Elder Faerie this time though! M!as are welcome!

This blog is getting reaction images, something a little different from lily and sugar but I might as well try it out- I'll try to portray Elder Faerie as accurately as I can but I can't make any promises- headcanons will end up sneaking in more than likely!

[Bonus Muses!] - Silverbell Cookie - Mercurial Knight Cookie

[inseparableduo]

@gravity-wall witnesses Andrew trying to cope

Andrew was in a bit of a trance as he ate. Eating usually made him feel better. Full and not so empty. The taste, a good distraction from his thoughts. He probably shouldn't have spent so much money on food, but it was too late now. Now he really had to eat everything.

Still, the food wasn't enough. His mind couldn't stop racing, and the topic on hand was already beaten to death with his twin. He loses his appetite.

"Damn... there is no way I can eat all of this." He sighs. He pushes his plate somewhat towards the other. "Did you want the rest? I promise I haven't touched it."

[partnerindestiny]

a desperate kiss as if they are convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers + (gayass 🫵) + (gay homosexual gay 🫵) + (you can't tell me you care about me so you do this instead 🫵)

Arval is like sand in her grasp.

When their hands touch her face - so cold, too-perfect-smooth - she puts her hands over theirs in turn. Their foreheads are mere inches away. She's sure they can feel her breath against their lips. And they are so fragile, so ephemeral, she's scared she can't hold onto them at all.

My partner in destiny. She returns that thought with boundless love in her chest, and yet she can never say it. Arval is always so sincere in their fondness, earnest and open with them, watery eyes and soft smiles that seem to come so easily. She envies it, really. Even now, their lips are curled upwards, satisfied and crinkling the corners of their trusting-shut eyes.

"Arval," she says their name with a wavering voice, watching them as if they might disappear. If they might leave her alone again, wanting, empty-chest-broken-heart -

"Arval."

She repeats it. Gentle. Soft. Her voice is not made for these tones, and yet it falls into them anyway, leading and wanting and yearning. They are real, and they are here, and this could be a too-tangible dream or a delirious delusion.

"Arval."

She'd begun to lean down into their touch, tangling her fingers more surely with theirs. Their fingers feel so small - all of them, really, so small and fragile. Perhaps not sand, though. Too tangible for sand, too tempered by events she cannot begin to fathom.

Glass, then.

Glass is easier to hold - but not too tightly. Never too tightly, and she does not know how to grasp things gently. She crushes them under her weight or lets them go, but has never learned a measured approach to love.

They are unwavering. She wonders if they would stay like this forever - straining their calves to hold her face while her hair shrouds them both from the setting sun. Her eyes are still open, and she marvels at the way the light paints Arval's half-translucent skin and opalescent hair in her colors, purple-orange.

Arval. My partner in destiny. This cycle cannot end with you, either.

Of course she kisses them. It's the only logical conclusion. She moves their tangled hands to Arval's cheeks, and then pulls them up to her. Their cheeks against her cheeks are just as artificial-off-soft as the rest of them, but the little gasp they make is oh-so-human, and the little shift as they tilt their head is nothing short of charming.

She can't breathe. She doesn't want to pull away, and she doesn't want to push it further. Nothing more than this - a gentle kiss, the softest kiss she's ever given. Arval's body pressed flush against hers. The sunset, the wind, laughter echoing in her ears.

She's home.

[thegothicviking]

Hiii!!! I couldn't think of any particular sentence to ask you, but I was actually wondering if you have any common saying that is unique to your dialect, that could be "lost in translation" to someone who doesn't speak it? Does it make sense? :D

Hellu! So sorry for the answer but I wanted to be SNÅLE for you! 😘

Transcript:

"Hellu! Ok so one expression that I could think of was that if I call something "snålt" or that I call somethi...someone.. "snåle" it means that I am calling something or someone "cute" buuut if you would say the same thing in Oslo it would mean that you would call something or someone strange like... weird just...just odd! So yeah! That is one of the expressions."

[dashing-fandral]

For the headcanon asks:

🗡 and 💉

:)

hiii :)

headcanon asks

Weapon headcanon 🗡️ Fandral is incredibly choosey about what sword he's using. He prefers custom made blades that are lightweight. He will complain endlessly if he has to use a sub-par sword, or even standard-use Einherjar swords. (+ Hiding his sword is a quick way to get his attention ❤️)

Medical headcanon 💉 I'll admit I haven't put much thought into any medical issues Fandral might have. He's in pretty good health, though I suppose he might be something of an insomniac, which is not something he would admit to.

Thank you for the ask! 💕

[kingsl2yer]

@dcviline asked: to catch my muse naked + reverse (selara)

He   has   to   give   it   credit.   He   had   expected   a   surprise   on   his   chambers   after   his   official   reception   had   ended   and   it   was   made   clear   that   Jaime   was   finally   stepping   into   the   shoes   of   his   new   role.   Perhaps   a   basket   with   ale   and   wine   and   50   portraits   of   the   most   eligible   women   in   the   Westerlands   for   him   to   choose   a   bride.   He   does   not   expect   to   find   Selara   Paege   on   his   room,   sitting   astride his   desk,   naked.   Cheers   to   that,   the   castle   walls   are   warm   enough   to   be   in   such   a   state   but   still,   he   wonders   how   long   she   had   been   waiting   there.   Jaime   had   kept   her   brother   Garrett   as   his   squire   as   he   had   grown   fond   of   the   boy,   even   with   the   war   over,   the   boy   remains   at   the   Rock   with   him.  

"Now,   if   this   is   House   Paege's   welcoming   gift   to   me,   I   must   say.   .   .I   was   expecting   a   bouquet."   Instead   he   finds   her.   And   Eyes   roam   through   a   body   that   seems   too   clear   to   be   tainted   by   his   touch.   She   looks   like   the   Maiden   herself,   if   he   believed   in   the   Gods.   Her   blonder   than   his   own   falling   to   barely   cover   breast   and   his   throat   bobbles   as   he   swallows   at   the   sight,   the   door   closing   behind   him.   "And   I   don't   believe   you   have   lost   your   way   from   your   brother's   room,   my   lady."   Jaime   jest   as   he   approaches,   hands   on   each   side   of   her   hips   on   the   desk,   the   golden   hand   making   a   gentle   thud   as   he   leans   in.   "Tell   me,   what   exactly   is   your   plan   here?"

[powerfought]

@0fdevotion asked: Sneaks. Thea pickpockets Zevlor. >:)

a sigh. a long, tired sigh. she is sneaky, well-practiced, but he's become rather accustomed to the feeling of small hands searching rather empty pockets. "amalthea, if you need something, you can simply ask. when have i ever been known to have the ability to say no to you?"

[howlingscarlet]

Bucky gets you pregnant but leaves 😔 who are you choosing to raise the baby with you and why?? 👀

EXCUSE ME??? I’m hunting his ass down. IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO BUCKO!!!! 😤

But I’m choosing Wanda. I already know she’s a great mom. 🥺

[quartzhearted]

[ stare ] &.

Ivy remembers the war room.

She remembers the maps, the plans, the figures, and the numbers. She remembers Brodia Castle, her failure, and losing the ring. She remembers the snowfield, her orders, and being ready to die. She remembers sealing the fate of King Morion of Brodia and condemning him to die. She may have as well been the one to put the knife to his throat.

She saw him again at Destinea Cathedral — at least what remained of him. But she thinks if she had not seen him at the border she would not know that the monstrous, shambling thing puppeteered by her father was not truly the King of Brodia. Morion had long haunted the Elusian psyche — his legacy was one of a monster amongst most.

She sees him again… here? On Fódlanese soil, alive and well? A brief terror steals over her before she realizes he is too corporeal to be a ghost. But, then, how? How was he here?  Ivy feels like she has turned to stone, unable to tear her eyes away. Should she speak to him? Apologize? What would she even say? A thousand words rise and become stuck in her throat, one part of her mind racing to form coherent thought while the other pleads for her feet to lift, for her back to turn, for her gaze to focus on anything else.

morion sees her, over his shoulder. she stands there with conflict wrought on her features and he does not say anything. not initially.

princess ivy of elusia. the only times he ever saw her were with her weapon drawn; much to be expected, but it's almost uncanny to see her now without her tome sailing through its pages. her eyes still pierce him presently as they did on the field of war, but morion senses a differing intent in how they scan him.

his chest begins to ache. in the sternum does he once again feel radiation, burning him worse than volcano plumes or the worst a breed of fire tome can offer. he still doesn't have an explanation for it, but he knows it's to do with his own forgotten death. there's so many questions he has. he isn't sure he wants the answers to them.

regardless of what he wants, he is confronted with the fact that the person standing before him is much too young to be involving in his own issues. the question of her responsibility, the impression of her hand in elusia's raids; neither are things morion wants to bother with. she is elusian royalty through and through---but before that, she looks to be a similar age to diamant.

and so.

"if you're thinkin' about sayin' anything to me, then forget it," morion speaks with a surly turn. he returns ivy's stare, but it is not hard nor hateful; there is no pity in the way his gaze glints at her, but there's still a dulled edge in it. "we ain't in elyos, so i'm not gonna bring elyos's problems here. just get outta here and go do somethin' productive with your time."

[the-silver-kingdoms-king]

Hey Elder Faerie. It's Shadow Milk calling from the seal. I wanted to know how Mercurial and Silverbell are doing.

Also, do you mind getting me some pizza? I'm getting a little hungry in here

"We're doing well, Shadow Milk!"

"...As well as we can be."

"His majesty is going to see what he can do to get you some food!"

[inseparableduo]

"Justin Paul Morales, my beloved~"

[trcstfunded]

…i care about you a lot, you know.

@drakeheir wanted some angst obv

this whole thing reeks of pity - or maybe he's just paranoid. regardless, the response will be cold, biting even. why would he allow himself a moment of vulnerability when nothing was going right? ' - more likely you have stockholm syndrome, or some shit. or you feel like you owe me something. '

loose strands of dark hair fall into his face, the unkept appearance always reflected adler's mental state perfectly. this was hardly the freedom drake had been looking forward to, surely? the businessman had simply changed the terms of his prison sentence. this mere glimpse at his own conscience was startling ( maybe he was that monster that everyone perceived him to be ). he'll brush it off to save face, yet still, rafe can't bring himself to look sam in the eyes. of course he cared too, but that was the fatal flaw in his thickened skin. ' i'll try not to take it too personally when you find your way out. '

[partnerindestiny]

"I heard it was your birthday today."

Poe does not divulge that upon learning, she found it curious that their birthdays were less than a week apart. She does not reveal that she had found it quite solid evidence against those that claimed that which stars one was born under indicated their personalities, nor that she had not intended to get him a gift until she realized that it was an excellent opportunity.

She does not, because Shez does not need to know any of that.

Instead, appearing seemingly out of left field she extends to him a smallish gift unprompted and with a flourish. It is wrapped pristinely and garnished with a tightly-pulled ribbon, perfectionism if the word were eight-point-five-by-eleven. If unwrapped, it reveals a book entitled Sins and Virtues: An Introduction To All That Is Good And Not.

The girl does not know whether or not he reads. But she does figure Shez needs the help.

"Those who do good unto others are rewarded in turn," She promises? reminds? warns? with a wink. "May your birthday reflect all that you've done~"

happy birthday, shez!

Is he being threatened?

That's the first thought that runs through Shez's head. The second is a reminder from his mother, having been spoken over him when he was a few heads shorter - ("say thank you!")

"Uh. Thanks?"

How did she know his birthday? He's pretty sure the only one who should know that is Arval, if he even told them - and he doesn't think they'd have told Poe. Are Poe and Arval friends? He's pretty sure they aren't. He curls his fingers around it, squinting at the title.

"Did you pre-authorize this book to make sure it matches your.. opinions?"

A roguish smile curls his lips nonetheless.

[dashing-fandral]

“Your world nearly succeeded in eradicating mine. We do not forget such vindictive cruelty. Look out for those you love, Asgardian. Their day will come, as will yours.”

- theaccursedninth

Fandral blinked, one hand going to the handle of his sword, though he didn't draw just yet. He wouldn't deny the sudden anxiousness he felt at the threat. "Must we pay for the actions of our ancestors?" He asked the other, taking in what he could of him in the low lighting. "My fight is not with you and your people."

[kingsl2yer]

@dcviline asked: ❛ any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king. ❜ (rhaella)

The   young   kingsguard   regards   the   queen   as   she   speaks.   More   often   than   not,   he   is   not   in the   woman's   company.   He   is   most   likely   being   commanded   to   stand   by   the   king's   side,   training   or   keeping   the   young   Prince   Viserys'   company,   as   the   young   prince   wanted   to   learn   how   to   properly   wield   his   wooden   sword.   So   he   regards   the   comment   with   a   weight   to   them,   eyes   shifting   toward   the   empty   chair   that   was   meant   for   the   king.   He   was   not   there   of   course.  

More   often   than   not,   the   man   was   having   one   of   his   fits   and   when   such   a   thing   arise,   Jaime   had   been   told   by   Ser   Arthur   to   keep   the   family   safe   and   make   as   if   nothing   was   happening.   "My   father   would   also   say   such   a   thing,   Your   Grace."   Tywin   Lannister   was   no   fool   and   seems,   the   queen   wasn't   as   well.  

Jaime   finds   himself   at   a   loss   of   what   to   say   or   do   in   her   presence,   but   the   young   lion   remains   all   the   same.   "But   what   can   be   done   when   such   a   thing   happens?"   He   knows   what   should,   or   could   happen.   Treason.   His   mind   tells   him.   A   necessary   evil,   tells   his   heart.