@khalesci asked: ❛ take these off . ❜
In the dim light of her quarters, the King does as she tolds him. He removes the reminders of the king in the north's decorations. The cape and layers, one by one, until he remains with his loosen shirt, the scars from the wedding can be seen through the fabric but his attention is on the Queen before him, as he steps closer. Her own clothes are far too revealing for a night talk and he knows, neither of them has a desire to talk. They part for Westeros soon, and it seems that what they both wanted, is finally coming back to them. His wolf brooch is holding the string on her side of the dress and his hand places there, thumb brushing the skin underneith.
"I'll take mine, as you take these, Daenerys." Her name finally spoken without being a secret, the distance between the two is minimal as he raises his arms to remove his shirt, tossed to the side as he smile, Grey Wind moving to leave the room and closing the door before them, leaving the two in privacy. "I would like my brooch now. I believe I promise to kiss you after it's back in my hands."
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"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."
Slender fingers carefully pinched the brush, dusting off a few speckles of white powder littering the jade incense burner. It was a beautiful design, the silver lotus on the lid tainted with speckles of bronze from the use. Next, the shaping mold was laid out on the perfectly smoothed out white dust and there, the agarwood shavings were poured and molded in the shape of the kanji for heaven. With the same care he had applied throughout all his motions, Dōma completes the ritual by lighting a match and quickly igniting the thick line of agarwood formed. And it takes. And then he closes the lid.
And smiles up at the other as the first few pillars of fragrant smoke rise from it.
It's a smile that will disguise how little he had been expecting that comment. But then again, he hadn't expected the request that led up to it either; to keep wearing his human facade after a sermon, in private. Before another powerful demon. Given his views on the matter, it made no sense but... what kind of host would he be to deny his guest's whims?
So he had worn it. His human face. Not a day over twenty, with a head of white gold. But the most notable difference was how softer his features seemed; a gaze stripped of the penetrating glow, as beautiful as it was calming. He even brought back the dusting of freckles over his nose.
So the compliment, in his opinion, was well deserved.
❝ Thank you. ❞ He places the incense aside, to join the scent of candles and lingering smoke that still did so little to disguise the true aromas that had seeped into this room; the pungent mark of bloodspill. But in that moment, between the way the artificial lantern-light hit his mundane features and the thick coating covering his tracks, it all painted a very human picture. Dōma was proficient at that, after all; blending in with them yet never quite on their level. Even in this archaic form he still retained some striking features, after all. Primarily, the notorious set of polychromatic eyes that peered straight into the other's with a darling bat of thick lashes.
He sits back and allows his weight to sink into the pillows. There's that inviting look that's almost hubris when directed towards a superior. But he thinks he's entitled to wear it. Because, that's what he came for, right? That's why he visited, after so much time, and sat through an entire sermon and then requested him in the privacy of his own chamber, as well — surely, that must be his endgoal.
And yet he's sitting there, staring at their exposed, tender flesh like he's seeing oracles on it. The most animated thing about Kokushibo in those moments had been his hair — and that's only because an occasional night breeze slipped past the room's window. Was he bored? Was he lost to deep thought? It was impossible to tell; and the frustration was building in his younger counterpart because of it.
Frankly, Dōma wasn't one to work for things in his life; and he'd already worked so hard for this. So, his tone held the tiniest trace of frustration as he moved to undo the sash of his own robes — since the other wouldn't do it for him, apparently.
❝ But, enough of that now. I thought you were here for a reason? ❞
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people are gonna come to this blog, see all my muses and wonder if i'm cracked out of my mind
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@lannisther asked: ❝ You don't need Dorne or the Dothraki or that insipid lord in Braavos. You need me. I am the one who can put Robert's kingdom in your hands. ❞ oops
"You. . .are a Lannister. Tywin Lannister's daughter and you think I want your help?" He would be better sending her head on a spike for Tywin to receive. But if rumors that reach him are correct, the old stag is dead and the kingdom is going through trouble, a perfect time to take the dragon out of the bag. Lilac eyes look over at the woman, who he remembers as younger and beautiful and completely head over heels for his brother. He was told she wept in anger when the betrothal was broken. Ser Jaime had told him so.
"What would you want in return? Because that's why you are here, yes? Negotiate a bargain, perhaps benefits. Lannisters always land on top, do they not?" He walks closer to where she is seated and he leans down, a hand to cage the woman against the chair and him, and lilac eyes, not quite indigo like his brother, but close enough show danger behind his eyes. Vengeance in his blood. "Speak, and it better be worth my time."
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Guys, we need to leave him alone. For all we know, he could be. Not a twink, I guess. I don't know. He seems like he could probably kill us with those weird tentacle things.
"Oh, believe me, I can absolutely kill you with or without the use of my tentacles! I don't mind the silly argument about sexual positions or the names given to them, that's not the issue at hand - what I mind is when I am looked at oddly for my neutral take on sex. Lucifer forbid someone not want it all the time!"
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various question sentence starters || accepting
@nerdqueenmari said: ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ / Dany for Daemon
"Because it's going to end up turning into an argument. You don't need to be there to witness that, not to mention it could turn violent," Daemon explained matter-of-factly. "You should stay here."
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@khalesci asked: ❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜
Winterfell was home. His spirits seem to have been lifted the moment the Stark flags replaced the flayed men on the walls of the castle and the wolves return home, The North rejoice and Robb's vigor seem to have regained strengths now across the sea. He was back home and she, who now lay pressed against him by the dining hall, as empty as it was, for he requested it so, close to her own throne. He had kissed her then, intended to just do so but it was never just that with them, was it now? There was not that much time for anything else, but he had promised to have her when he return home. The winter seat is much more rustic and comfortable than any iron throne or Mereen throne but serves the purpuse as he had lay her there on the throne and sneak his hands inside her skirts, with a familiar ease, wetting his fingers with his mouth before toying with her own. Teasing the entrance and feeling her quiver under his touch.
"Then you better make haste, baby girl and come with my fingers. You can have the rest of me later." He promises, hovering over her, a hand over her cheek, pressed against the nape of her neck while the other uses his thumb to press against her sensitive bud. "You did promised me to have your taste whenever I wanted. And I have a desire for it now." He kisses her cheek, a trail to her neck as he incentive the move of her hips with matching shift of his fingers, adding another one for pressure, feeling her around them. "Just a little more, Daenerys, I can feel you how you are so close. Are you going to come for me now? Let me taste you?"
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ask the graphic maker! ( accepting ) // @drolliic
6. A graphic you’re proud of
hmmm. i am proud of many of my graphics, especially lately! but these three come to mind:
my neuvillette pinned post graphic, my lyney icon border, and my fu xuan icon border. the last two especially were labors of love. lyney in particular!
17. Name something you would like to improve on/learn
in keeping with the spirit of my last post - apart from cutting shit out, i'd like to get a bit better at utilizing brushes? i find them to be immensely tedious and feel like i don't... use them as well or as much as i should.
18. How long do your graphics usually take?
too long. to those who have commissioned me, your patience is loved and appreciated. but honestly it really depends on the graphic. i am slowest with icon borders / post dividers because there are a lot of little elements. a full set honestly takes me about 4 - 6 hours maybe just depending. but in typical finch fashion, i am either fast as lightning or slow as molasses, really depending on the assets i have available and the complexity of said graphic.
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((Hi! Mod just letting you know I love your writings and headcannons <3 ))
❝ Okay, children, gather up — ❞
❝ — Papa is still waiting for his Father's Day gift~ ❞
(( Hey hey!! Thank you so much!! Your art is amazing, so lively & cute ^^ and I love the little concepts you have for the ice children ❤️ Thank you so much for your encouraging words & I hope to see more of your content ! ))
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@arkclipse (Nea... in Tyki's body lol) | cont. from here!
There's a scoff and the crossing of arms over her chest, offended by the accusation that she would ever betray him this way. She was just... a little amused. "Me? Just what did I have to do with it, pray tell? It's not as though I don't have my fair share of complaints about your unfortunate situation."
Yanno... like the fact that there's no way in hell she's going to show him affection for the duration of the magic. "Besides, couldn't it have been worse?" A few other unsavory beings come to mind -- some of the other Noah and even akuma or Apocryphos for starters.
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‘ FUCK YES ‘
"I would rather die."
"No, nu-uh, no, you stay the fuck away from me. And her."
The her.
"Yeah, sure. Why not! I wanna find out what the hype's about."
"Daddy~"
"Yeeeeah. No. Fuck you. With a brick. "
"My dad would die-- and then I'd inherit everything, sooo... call me."
"Can't say I'm not intrigued~"
No words just. This face.
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12, 20 for Kenny immediately
@w4rche1f || from [ X ] || accepting
sexuality & gender diversity headcanons
12) what are your muse’s feelings towards stereotypes relating to their identity? do they affect their self-image, or how they perceive others?
i'm examining this from a 'modern' POV, but i imagine that kenny would have a degree of resentment towards most stereotypes. he was likely closeted for a long time && struggled with internalized homophobia. even after accepting his identity, you still can't pay him enough to say ❛ yaasss queen ❜ && will bitch about how annoying gays are && how they can never just say they LIKE something.
20) what are your muse’s feelings towards the culture of romance and sexuality as it pertains to their identity?
he doesn't understand dating apps && has probably uninstalled && reinstalled grindr too many times. it's not that he hates hookup culture, as much as it is him hating the kind of people it attracts.
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@khalesci asked: ❛ why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ❜
"What would you prefer, sister? To know everything that I think of? Perhaps what I dream of. You dream of home and red doors, I dream of our mother bleeding in her bed and our brother slain in battle." He dreams of the chaos of King's Landing when he was but a child. Their mother's belly is growing bigger and bigger and Ser Arthur nowhere on sight, having left with their brother. Viserys dreams of a throne that was stolen, of a fire that was water down and a family slaughter. He grows bitter of Faenerys for having no memories of it.All she ever knew was Essos, a life not as easy as it should be but none of the chaos, where their name no longer mattered and he had to sold his mother's jewelry.
The assassins and the servants who prefered coin over caring for children. "You would never understand my rage and need for revenge. Perhaps that's why you might be a kinder ruler than I would be, sister. Your struggles were different, some inflicted by me, but Westeros is nothing but a name in your mind." He sold her to Khal Drogo for an army that was never delivered. A dessert that left him for dead, abandoned until another sun had saved him but the rage remains. Perhaps something he shares with the old Prince Doran, despite the lack of patience. "I would burn all of those who help kill Rhaegar, and Elia and the kids."
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my congratulations on the offspring.
"Do not attempt to pass this up on me. I'm not the one who lays eggs!"
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Hi sorry if you’re busy or anything, I just want to know if you’re done with the HC or scenario of Draco with baby!reader as his sibling.. and again, I don’t wanna be a bother if you’re busy that’s OK. You can do another time.
-thank you,🤝💗🌟
OH NY GOODNESS I'M SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND WAS LIKE "SHIT WHAT DO I DO" AND THEN I WAS ON VACATION SO I FORGOT ABOUT IT AND THEN I HAD AN EXAMMMM AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I'M REDOING IT NOW
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sacred romantic moments || accepting
@nerdqueenmari said: “ i think i’m falling in love with you. “ / nyra for Daemon
Daemon stopped dead in his tracks, not sure how exactly to address what she was saying. He knew what would happen, he knew because he knew his brother and that there were plans in place for Rhaenyra. "What makes you think that?" he asked, not in a harsh way but curious because he had to tread carefully.
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