#* // ♕ ⧽ threads.

[zcrayas]

Rya had never seen an Omen before. Not in a sense of being aware what they were, what was their place in the society. During her journeys she had briefly noted the wandering huge creatures, thinking no less of them than any other - could they hail from other lands?

For Lady Tanith, indulged in blasphemy against the ruling order, had chosen to shelter Rya, even from the terrors occurring even behind the manor walls, even from Rya's very origin. Refusing to taint the pure heart, a rarity among their kin.

Even though she hadn't been lied about the cruelty of the lands, the cruelty executed on unfortunate beings by her home family - the serpent herself, wasn't taught to despise or shun. And she knew too well, what hate and fear could bloom in others.

Outside, where serpents were non-existent, she was feared. Thus, choosing willingly to disguise herself in more accepted form, even though holding pride for her true image. And she chose to hide, only to spare the insults and unwanted attention.

Ryaalways believed in the good of the heart upon approaching anyone. Tarnished, the champions lady Tanith requested her to find, and other wanderers. Considering just how peaceful the stranger seemed, she hesitated none.

" The tree. I saw you gaze it so longingly. Indeed, how the leaves dance in the air... how long they maintain that glow even on the ground. " The young noble mused in slight distance, pointing up at the tall looming vision - almost dream like. " I couldn't just ignore that." || @fellomenking ❤' d!

[loveindomitable]

@princonsort: plotted starter

Henry breaking up with him is one of the worst possible things that have ever happened to Alex. No, he’s not being dramatic. And actually, Henry didn’t break up with him to his face, he ghosted him after Alex told him he loved him. Just left him there on that dock and then left the next morning after claiming a headache the rest of the day. He had a feeling HE was Henry’s headache and now, well now Alex felt like a fool. A heartbroken fool at that.

Alex almost wished he hadn’t said anything. If he hadn’t said anything, Henry would still be answering his texts, they’d still be arranging to see each other whenever they could. But now, now he felt like he was drowning and Alex didn’t know how to get back up. June and Nora tried their best to cheer him up and he loved them for it, but it wasn’t enough. He just wanted Henry. And being home didn’t help matters because even there everything reminded him of him.

He was in his room, moping when he should be doing classwork, when Zahra burst into his room asking him what he did. He stared at her, having no idea what she was talking about when she told him to look online. Confused, he looked up his name and saw that the emails had been leaked. Every last one of them, every private thing between himself and Henry out on display for the world to see. Alex felt like he was going to be sick and he did and then when he was dragged to the office with his mom, he had a panic attack on the way there. He hadn’t had one of those since high school, but now, he felt like the world was closing in. And the person he wanted most wasn’t there and he didn’t want him and … and … and.

When Alex wasn’t freaking out so much, more he was zoned out and unsure about everything and let everyone else handle things, he was given a choice. No, it wasn’t really a choice. Mary had some crack pot idea to make them put on a show, to show the commonwealth that they were in love as much as they appeared in the emails. If they didn’t, Henry would have to go it alone, which didn’t help matters either. Even though anger boiled in him, Alex agreed to go, because he wasn’t going to let Henry handle that on his own. He was afraid of seeing Henry again though. It had been a couple of months since Henry had left him and he wasn’t sure how the other would act around him. They’d been able to put up an act before and deep down, Alex knew he just wanted to see Henry again even if he was also afraid to. So, now here he was, on the plane and off to London. When he arrived at Kensginton, Alex was led to his old guest bedroom, but where he wished to be more than anywhere else was at Henry’s side instead.

[verreprincesse]

@diivineray

Silk and lace and ribbons. A world she had been born into and had it so violently ripped away. And yet... She fidgeted with her lace glove while she stood next to her stepmother. She felt her stepmother's cane whip at her ankle. "Hold still." She hissed.

"Yes, Madam." She whispered, folding her hands in front of her. She had dreamed of the day she might finally leave home, that she may finally be free of her stepmother's cruelty. She just never thought it would be this way.

Her gown was simple, her stepmother didn't want to spend money on a gown but Ella didn't own anything nice, and hadn't since she was ten. And so one was made, the fabrics of fine enough quality to show her status but simple to show she wasn't a part of her family.

"Lady Eleanor, may I introduce my son, Leona." She heard a voice say, and without hesitation she dropped into a graceful curtsy.

"A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

[remiroth]

meme prompt :: @mattyanderson1994 sent 3A

"Oh...my...God!" Remi whined in tandem with every deep thrust from the older man. It was cliché to call it making music, but that was exactly what they were doing. Matty's thrusts were masterful, each stroke a tantalising perfect combination of depth and speed, hard enough to make the slim man beneath him sink further and further into the couch. His tight walls were moulding around Matty's cock, letting the older man claim him to use him as deeply and as roughly as he liked. And Remi, ever the appreciative bottom, whined and moaned and cried out in response to each thrust. His frail arms were made even weaker from the intensity of the pounding he was receiving, and yet Remi did his best to reach upwards and claw at the older man's neck from below to leave some kind of mark, draw some sort of noise out of the relentless pounder so he could add his voice to their melody.

[rexcorlapis]

❛      What  an  interesting  item.  Please,  I  would  like  to  hear  more  about  this  GALACTIC  BASEBALL  sport.     ❜

starter  call  //  @trlblzd

[fanfaire]

oh, what's this! left at her door is a small box, delicately wrapped in off-white paper and with a note pinned just beneath the brilliant red ribbon. even with the lid closed, its presence alone gives off a slightly nutty and sweet scent to it, like honey and lemon with toasted coconut.

on the slip is a brief letter, scrawled in surprisingly... plain handwriting. it's nothing special or particularly beautiful: just clear, well-spaced, precise. their clarity ( and relative brevity, given the length of the note ) makes it hard to not read over quickly.

lady furina, are you fond of coconut and lemon tarts? if you have not tried them before, I've included one that even I found to be quite lovely and reminiscent of the sights and taste of warmer seas. if they're not to your liking, that is also fine -- I'll just be sure to keep that in mind for the future. x.

AT SOME POINT, SHE HAD GROWN ACCUSTOMED to the constant stream of gifts. and at some other point, equally accustomed to the sudden drought. fame & stature brought with them their own assortment of boons and torments, and their absence just as much. does she rejoice in the effusion of praise neverending? mourn its abandonment? isn't this what part of her had wanted: an intermission from the stage, unknown and unscrutinized?

was that freedom?

. . .chère crabaletta, forgive her ; she is in something of an operatic mood today ; the mistress pines still for that home she left behind, wood dressage and cut cloths. and on days like this, she hums the aria of her favorite numbers and wonders——would it be so bad if she went back on her promise from time to time? won herself that space, that applause and acclaim which she in no shortage deserved, working not only for the archon's feast but the tightrope between human feeling and godly ease and human toil again?

as if in response, a little box greets her when she opens her door without fanfare to check the morning's paper, interrupting the half-lift of one poised hand already adrift in imagination of grand curtain and velvet auditorium. in singular audience, it rests there unencumbered, peering up at her in sparkling ribbon invitational.

she's hardly begun, but thank you.

now, who could have sent this? a tribute from an old patron, perhaps, for the quarterly parcels from the palais were never so ostentatiously wrapped. both hands pluck it from the ground, swiveling to gauge its exterior ; but in that motion its very contents are teased: a puff of sour-sweet on the morning breeze, resting on a subtler, trilling note of clarity. hastened steps fetch both it and morning paper and pivot once more upon threshold with a click of finality ; usher is there in a heartbeat to assist her with the load, graciously relieving her of the news so she might turn the unsuspected prize again in practiced palms with interest. "yes, yes, i know," she tuts at his direction to see the sender first, and sets the parcel down upon the countertop, stalling for only a moment more. could she not take the time to properly appreciate the rare occasion? the suspense is, after all, half the joy.

and, in another moment, would only come crashing down about her when she does lift the tag, embroidered with its plain little letter, and see that simple, scripted cross punctuated on the bottom like a bullseye. like a caesura, stopping all music. the crumbling of some rafter in the wings out of sight, lights shutting off into cavernous dark. transcendental silence. ——because although it has been some time and only once, she knows this handwriting and the dreaded arrival it precedes.

she releases it at once with both hands, stuttering steps back with heels aclick on the hard kitchen floor, and stares at it as though it had bitten her.

. . .

the day quickly becomes one of discourse and deliberation. a grave, heated discussion about a roundtable four, watery and human appendages alike gesturing in fervor. should she eat it? should she not? in the absence of the former advisors of her archonhood, these friends are her counsel now, no less robust and a good deal more plainspoken.

at last it is she—stalwart crabaletta—who for her lady would forfeit shell and claw.⠀(⠀the apple of furina's childish dreams, and the forward future of her own envisioned self.⠀)

it is inconclusive in the end—at which point any of them ought to have realized that a body of pure hydro possessed little bearing on what may befall her should she take the same risks. & yet, surely poison might contaminate water as easily as it does blood? or else there should be some trace of it left behind besides.

this is a matter of her own courage, in the end.

and in the end, she. . .

she——

is not half so brave as crabaletta.

[lgcxjasper]

flew the nest

w/ @lgcxmax

honestly, it shouldn't have been that surprising that max was eventually living their misfit of a friend group, to debut. it was bound to happen-- he had been here longer than jas surely had, and not only had it showed, but max just sort of had... that factor. that factor his mom would talk about sometimes-- sometimes seen, rarely cultivated. luckily, max had both, and now he was finally able to reap the rewards. he hadn't know max too terribly long before he was flying the nest, but it still stung all the same. in a way, he looked up to max in a lot of ways-- he was just good, and not only that, he was a good friend.

it's why he doesn't hesitate to try and celebrate with him as soon as he finds out, sitting down in the tiny, but cozy restaurant and finally shedding himself of his jacket while he waits for max to arrive for a much needed celebratory dinner. and when he does, jasper can't help the big grin spread across his lips. "ah, there's the idol i've been waiting for!" he murmurs, but still happy all the same.

[arcstral]

❛  𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭  𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬  ❜   —   Caeda  &  Marth

‘Three days from now, on the third night, I’d like to show you something special—

What I have in mind demands a bit of preparation...

...Will you wait for me?’

               Rising above a busy whirl of monographs, lectures, and undying obligations is still a man utterly of his word. Even with his studies at the academy to reserve him from dawn to dusk, Marth has not failed to count the days. Several in passing, in fact- all spent diligently tending to the preparations that will construct his queen’s revelry. The arrangements must be perfect, he decides; love is not a master that deserves mistakes.

               His Caeda knows nothing so much as his discretion has revealed. Nothing of the charming old cottage nestled in the castle-town’s easterly blotch of wilderness. And nothing of the thermal watering hole that remains to most a closed off secret, but to Marth, an offhand discovery. It’s better if he can surprise her, and even better if she would be pleased. Wars and dragons and ugly surprises have taken from them such precious time that will be slow to repay... but here is the chance to make it right. Here is the chance to simply be, not as king and queen—not as heroes sallying to the aid of every woe—but as husband and wife.

                As if answering these prayers, before them soon sprawls their duly decided evening. The satchel tied over his shoulder reverberates with the delicate sound of glass, padded with several layers of cloth as not to shatter the contents against one another. His steps graze him past the townhouses, marching him onward to the rendezvous point as a bloom of sunset-red melts orange into the sky.

               On the cusp between town and wilderness, he waits, and waits, until a beautiful blue-haired woman emerges to meet him. With a wave of his hand and a gentle smile, Marth assures that he hasn’t waited long. “Caeda, over here! Forgive me, I’d have liked to walk together, but there was a final string of shops I wished to visit first. I trust it wasn’t too difficult to find your way from the monastery?”

                                                                @arcaeda

[bullyberry]

She could cover the bruises and the marks of yesterdays ordeal. But what's the point? Everyone knows already. They're all talking about it, there'd only be more questions if she did cover anything. One of her 'friends' approaches her, slowly like a criminal approaches their executioner.

"Stella?" They say her name and only now does she realize how much she hates the sound of it.

"What?" Stella questions not bothering to look directly at the coward who's come to speak with her. Only glancing to her from over her shoulder. The girl speaking has a name, at one point Stella knew it. She didn't take the time to remember it. Why bother with these girls. None of them really cared for her. None of them really mattered to her. None of this mattered to her.

"Are you... Okay?" That question elicits an eye roll from Stella, causing her to turn her attention away and the girl immediately knows she made a mistake in asking it. "I-I mean of course you're okay. Why wouldn't you be? I just mean..." She hesitates making Stella tap her finely cared for talons on the table awaiting the next series of inane questions. "Do you want us to deal with that girl for you? We can you know. We'd-"

Before she could finish however Stella was standing from her spot. In one movement she has her hair flipped over her shoulder along with her backpack. She tilts her head to the side just enough so that icey stare of hers meets the anxiety filled stare of her so called friend.

"Do whatever you want. But just know. If that girl leaves this school, you will be taking her place." It's with that dreadful remark she leaves. Only a chill remaining in her wake as she disappears around a corner.

[razedhell]

@webheadedhero liked for something from samantha carpenter !!

phone pressed between shoulder & ear, Sam continues to fold her laundry as Peter complains about a shirt he can’t find. she can hear him turning his apartment upside down on the other end of the line & she smiles to herself, more enamored by her nerd than she’s ready to acknowledge. brows raise when he asks the last time she’s seen it, beginning to describe what it looks like & her grin widens at a recent discovery, the exact article of clothing hanging from her in the reflection of her mirror. “ maybe you should give up . . . the shirt has clearly found a better body to wear it. ”

[zcrayas]

[luminaryofblood] "You keep dangerous company... But then, I suppose I can't think of better company. Not in this time and age."

BALDUR'S GATE 3 SENTENCE STARTERS || Highly accepting!

Rya lifted her head, blinking at the towering figure. Hands crossed close to her chest. Unlike the current company, she was the contrast to the danger.

Since little, Rya had no friends of her age, growing up among recusants, or who ever her mother invited for trials. Among knights and dedicated the champions also included the wretched, murderers, deserters and those escaping ghosts from their pasts. Dangerous people, for dangerous tasks. Yet, she had opportunity to see better side of humanity within them. By cover, not many seemed too different.

Being no human herself she found kinship among the variety of beings mostly deceived by cover - aggressive, for having suffered of wrong doings. Some... pushed others away until convinced otherwise.

Perhaps, she had been merely lucky to avoid confrontation of a true monster, more likely, in a skin of a human, rather than anything else.

Finally, she spoke.

"...I suppose it depends, if I am in danger... I cannot think of anyone who hadn't stained their hands in blood. Whether in name of the Order, or blasphemy against it..." || @luminaryofblood

[loveindomitable]

@princonsort: plotted starter

The last thing that Alex had expected had been to be thrown in some dungeon. Yes, he was actually being serious. Dungeons, modernized, but still … he was locked behind bars and all because Henry’s family didn’t ‘approve’ of him. It was all so atrocious, seriously. He just hoped that Henry or Beatrice got in touch with his family to help get him out. In fact, he was pretty sure the two were working on it.

One thing he did know, Alex didn’t like to be trapped in small spaces like this. They had taken his phone and hadn’t given him a chance to contact anyone. Which he was pretty sure was illegal, but still … all of this felt like some sort of crazy dream.

Hearing footsteps, Alex lingered near the bars, but not too close. He’d read too many fictional stories growing up to know better than to give anyone too close of access to him. He hoped it would be Henry there, instead it was Shaan, looking apologetic but offering out a phone to him. He looked at him with uncertainty before reaching out to take it and saying, “Hello?” to the other person on the line.

[verreprincesse]

@audaxbellator

"Yes," she pressed fingers to her left temple, wanting to groan at the question. "I understand it's going to cost money for the repairs but I would think the cost would be more if the orphanage is not repaired. The orphaned peasant children may not be an area of concern for you but it is for me." She leveled a stare at her council member, her other hand drumming fingers on the table.

She often dealt with push-back from her council, she was a woman, and not high-born and to be in a position of power above them she knew irked them. Most times she didn't let their whispered taunts get to her, let them roll off her like water but today's idiocracy was getting under her skin.

"We just don't have the funds! We might if we levied a higher tax-"

Ella's eyes flashed at the man.

"If you get all your work done." "And if you can find something… suitable to wear."

"We will not be doing any such thing." Her hands slammed to the arms of her chair. "The people already pay enough in taxes, if you don't have the funds then it is because you have mishandled the money. Perhaps, if a woman was in charge of your finances you wouldn't be missing anything."

She watched as the man straightened in his chair, doing his best to look down on her. "Your Majesty, I would never mishandle the orphanage funds."

Whatever quip she was going to respond with was interrupted by the door opening. "Who is interrupting this meeting now?" She sighed with annoyance.

[remiroth]

meme prompt :: @campingsons sent 29B

There were very, very few people in the world that Remi would allow to put him in such a compromising position so as to actually have him restrained. But over the years at camp, there was one man who not only managed to achieve such a feat but actually managed to get Remi excited by the prospect.

The pair wasted no time in engaging in their usual activities. Parker had Remi bound by the wrists to his bed (given his own family was substantially smaller than Parker's, it made sense to use his) bent over and taking it his almost unbearably large manhood. His slim wrists were already beginning to chafe from where the rope had rubbed raw, such was the ferocity of Parker's fucking. Remi knew Parker wasn't the easiest to take, so in a way, having no choice but to stay there and take it was quite helpful in that regard. His hole felt like it was being split in two by the sheer girth of Parker's piece, but the length was prodding inside him in such a way that the pain and pleasure was surging in equal parts.

"Keep going," Remi winced as he felt his walls stretching once again with another deep plunge, "I-I'm getting there. Fuck, Parker, don't stop," he pleaded. Green eyes fluttered shut as Remi's whole face twisted up and his forehead fell against the same headboard that he was tied to. His hole felt raw already, and partly already regretting he had encouraged Parker to kick it up a notch, closed his fingers around the bars to brace himself.

[rexcorlapis]

 The  Luhua  Pools  was  simply  an  excuse,  but  Zhongli  still  wanted  to  sit  by  the  waters  with  Dan  Heng  nonetheless.  His  never-ending  vocation  as  an  Archon  makes  his  days  drag  on,  and  he  was  in  sore  need  of  familiar  company  with  whom  he  could  unwind.  Dan  Heng's  gentle  and  curious  nature  makes  Zhongli  smile  slightly  as  he  leads  him  away  and  into  the  mountains.

❛      The  walk  is  quite  far,  but  if  we  take  to  the   s  k  i  e  s  ,  it  will  only  be  but  a  few  minutes.  The  feature  is  clear  to  see  from  the  Wangshu  Inn,  but  I  had  thought  you  would  enjoy  basking  in  the  waters  yourself.  Should  we  hunger,  there  are  LOTUS  SEEDS  from  which  we  could  eat,  and  should  you  hunger  still,  I  will  find  you  boar  or  fish  or  fowl  to  dine  on.     ❜

@reversescale // continued.

[survivingpierce]

cont. from here || @dcmoniism

             "do you really believe this?!", she shot back mere seconds after the words had left his mouth and although she was still scared by this encounter, she was also raging mad that he dared to put the blame on her. "in what world did i have you fooled when in reality, it has been the other way round? i didn’t perform any wrong intentions, didn’t lie to hide the real motives of why i was even interested in you. but you and your brother created this whole fake story. from the moment i was introduced to you two, everything was just a giant lie. you knew from the beginning that you planned to sacrifice me. like a spider, you skillfully ensured that i was starting to safely become entangled in your web without me even realizing that i was trapped. every word that came out of your family's lips was just a giant lie. the reasons why i was invited to klaus' birthday party, the reason why you oh-so-generously offered for me to stay in your castle, the way klaus courted me and spoke of marriage, even the way you spent time with me in the gardens. nothing was real. it was a lie, a play you two performed. and i, as naive as i was, wanted to believe it; wanted to be safe and loved. i trusted you, and i especially trusted you, elijah. but you fooled me. and if trevor didn't have a change of heart and warned me, then i would have been blindly walked into my own slaughter. so do not accuse me of fooling you when you were the first to play that game!"

             she had been talking herself into a rage and she knew this was so incredibly stupid. not only because her feelings certainly shouldn't concern him, but also because it was not smart to irritate elijah. she knew how this could end, and knew that this could mean her death. he has killed for less...

             the next words from elijah only caused a snort that didn't sound too convincing at all. "i have no reason to believe you, elijah. i managed to get away because sweet lovesick trevor risked his life for me." she never questioned that, and she never considered that elijah might have changed his mind about returning her to klaus. not when it was him yelling threats through the woods. she didn't believe elijah and certainly didn't believe that this was something he had wanted. perhaps it was his explanation of why he hadn't been successful in finding her. a mikaelson could not bear defeat, of course, he would turn it around so that it fit. 

             "your family has hurt me in countless ways and you played an active role in it. you lied to me, elijah, no matter if you want to accept it or not, you played a role in this killing machinery, even encouraging me to give my relationship with klaus a try because 'many unions were built on less'. back then, i had meant everything. i shared my hopes and worries with you and you used me. and now you accuse me of being deceiving? i was trying to survive in a world that was set out to kill me. and i still try to survive because i have no other choice. the only one i can rely on is me because the only one who won't betray me again is - again - me. i have no reason to trust you, elijah because i know that if you had to choose, you would choose klaus. just like you did in 1492 when i truly was still an innocent girl who naively believed that she was loved."