#Fun fact though

[thewolfisawake]

While the orchestration of words had been his forte, the execution of deliberate action had always been Mhoirbheinn's. What his inaction was as poignant as his decision to walk away. Balmoral knew he should say something, anything...even if it were sweet lies. But despite all that led to this point, he still couldn't disrespect Mhoirbheinn in that manner.

This feeling swayed back and forth like churning tides that created maelstroms. It was a feeling that was rare but every encounter with it wracked Balmoral with pang he could not shake. Not now not centuries later. Bereft of his anchor and deprived of his armament, it seemed he could only default to his cornerstone. His eyes loitered on the empty hall for moments longer before reentering the room.

Inside Foirtchern appeared to have been waiting. That infuriating nonchalance of his demeanor evident as he opened his mouth to speak. However no proper wording came out as a stiletto was thrust within, tongue forcefully coiled so it was not severed and its end a guileless threat of bloodshed. He barely missed being hung from the window that now sprawled with webs of frost that obfuscated the snowfall. Though he was certain that if not what he were, some innard would have burst from the force he was pushed back. He looked down to an eye drained of his color, its silver shimmer harkening to the merciless torrents that made mortals fear when all the leaves shed from the trees.

"Coming into my realm, making a fool of me in my own fucking Court, you must have either guts of steel or a longing for death," Balmoral said. Despite the words that could hint propriety, he held no such regards. Through his gaze, Balmoral could already imagine the withering of the lungs. Breaths wracked with glass-like shards rattling and ripping into it, "Your purpose here, Abyssborn."

"So cold to your own, Balmoral," the other remarked clearly despite the knife uncomfortably close, "though I commend the name choice. Has a heft to it and a nice mouthf--"

Silver spilled as the fae's wrist flicked to cut into flesh, "King Balmoral to you, bastard. Your purpose."

"So forward, did you learn it from your protector? Speaking of, where did he--" there was a crack but whether it was the wall or bone was anyone's guess, "--as I told him, for you. A warning."

"A warning that involves unraveling such intimate information," his tone reflecting his disbelief. The stiletto was withdrawn. There was a measured look shared between them. Suddenly the blade pierced the clavicle, heedless of any muscle or bone for protection, "Who do you take me for? A hapless soul lying in desolation and desperation? 700 years of silence for your word now? Is this the gilded tongue that blinded my mother?"

"I thought it was closer to a millennia," Foirtchern interjected as he slid down, seemingly uncaring of the tearing of his body, "And let's not pretend Faolan was innocent in all this. She and I came to an accord. For a gamble for freedom. Even at the expense of a necessary yet reviled mistake."

Balmoral bristled yet didn't make another attempt against him.

"And you wield both her savagery and that supposed gilded tongue so well. Far better than my expectation," he admitted, "After all, I didn't think you'd make it past infancy. What with that hunger and the circumstances to escape. Yet here you are, King Balmoral, subjugating the Unseelie, duping Fateweavers...quite the feat for a walking casualty."

"Well, can't make a quality product with slipshod material now can you?" Balmoral quipped, almost missing the slight narrowing of the other's eyes.

"Yet you made it work. Though you still have far to go to truly hone that silver tongue to be tongued-tied before your protector. I could teach you if you wish."

"I have no desire to gain anything resembling you."

"Oh? So you intend to confess your sins to him?" Foirtchern didn't bother to let the silence hang before he said, "Of course you don't. Because you and I both know that if you did, he would not be here. A straight shot like that with a reputation for never being crossed unscathed, if he knew, he would have never agreed to all this. He would never forgive your 'little' transgression."

The temperature plummeted, revealing the crawling clouds of breath. The strength of his legs draining yet the newcomer still stood. If anything spurring his smile further.

"Am I wrong? You're a smart enough boy to discern the reality. To know that those sweet nothings are just that. Nothing. If he met the being, the monster, you are he would turn away. See through all the delusion you constructed, revolted by every lie constructed. You veil it so well but cracks are present. And you know what lies ben--"

A spike of ice skewered his throat before bursting into a violent bloom from within. The sharpened petals quartered limbs and shredded flesh. A spray of silver shimmered over the crystalline cluster that seemed to spread as if to ensure the destruction of the one before the king.

Shallow breaths gave the illusion of a dragon whose wrath was receding. He would hear no more. Despite knowing the word, Balmoral didn't quite 'hate.' At least until now. He hated this man that gave him this existence. He hated how he spoke so candidly about affairs that should have never seen the light of day. He hated this entire conversation. He hated how he had been laid bare by a person that had never deigned him important until this day. And above all, Balmoral hated that he was right.

No matter how many times he imagined it, cast it, wondered about it...he couldn't see it. No matter how many times he rehearsed, pondered and tread to broach Mhoirbheinn about the matter of his fatestealing and all its consequences...it always ended the same. The seizure of fear and anxiety overwhelmed him. The questions and answers that haunt and torment him every time.

How could he be forgiven when he had robbed Mhoirbheinn of what was rightfully his? What made him better than the brother that the fae killed when he took all that boy knew? He voraciously built by taking from others, what makes him better than the nobles his love detested? He was frighteningly selfish, taken by his obsessive heart to want what he'd never had before and whose talons refused to let go once he tasted it. He was greedy for wanting to have it all--his purpose fulfilled and his only desire sated. If Mhoirbheinn knew every aspect of him--the truth--he would see Balmoral as the parasite--the vermin--that he truly was.

A muddled gray eye observed the carnage. Splatters of blood strewn across the walls and furniture. Sinew draped like discarded clothes. Fragments of bone shattered across the rug. Yet he knew that this would not be enough to silence his father. Only hush for a moment. And with that moment, Balmoral stepped from the room. There was no guard recalled to the room...and he didn't call for one.

Instead he stepped, unescorted and without guidance, through the hall. The bloodshed already dismissed and an uncertain fate that loomed.

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

OMG YOU'RE FAMOUS!!!!

IF EVERYONE THERE GAVE ME TWO DOLLARS I'D BE RICHH

[sae-mian]

Who is the more romantic one?

thank you for the ask! this one is thought provoking...

i think out of the whole throuple, g'raha is the most romantic - which feels like cheating considering he's the only non-OC xD

nira'sae has a romantic heart, don't get me wrong - they're just. a little bit useless when it comes to actually pulling any of it off. their head is too filled with quests and world-ending trauma and crafting recipes--

minasha can be romantic when he wants to be. and if he does want to be, he can be damned good at it. he's one suave motherfucker. but he tends towards being more of a bastard, so...

g'raha wins!

Ask Game for Ships!

[kylorengarbagedump]

How do you balance work, life, AND a coding boot camp??? You’re doin the most and it’s deadass inspiring. Sending good thoughts!

LMAO, I'm not working, babe. I'm unemployed. It would be possible to do this program while working like... One day. But I'm doing this 12 hrs a day/6 days a week. Anything more than that would just not be physically (or mentally) possible. I'm fairly protective of my mental health at this point.

I'm very fortunate that my girlfriend is supporting me financially through this period, AND that I have a decently sized nest-egg from selling my house to rely on. Thank you, though, very much!

[weedplantar]

currently obsessed with sasha waybright

literally same..... she has lived in my head 24/7 since I first watched this silly frog show almost a year and a half ago.

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK what William Afton expected to happen in FNAF..

[firedragon1321]

The worst fucking thing is when a ship art has some detail for me to hyperfixate on. I just saw a cool Pokemon variant and a character with an alternate hairstyle (ponytail of course), both locked behind things I don't ship. I couldn't reblog them because people would think I support the ship. I don't like fandom politics. It isn't even 10 AM.

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[idkaguyorsomething]

“apollo wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” “hermes wrote the hamilton musical in pjo” you fools. ¿have you forgotten who the greek god of theatre is?

[plutonicbees]

tamquam alter idem. like a second self. magician & dreamer.

[curlytsunamiart]

the ever brilliant goldmask

[dragondawdles]

did a piece in the LU server's gift exchange ! something of survival and reunions and smug little shadowguys

[anininas]

WIP because I'm not sure if I have it in me to finish this

[the-meme-monarch]

been rewatching hlvrai and drawing along :]

edit i fixed the last one (drew his gun on the wrong arm and it Ate At Me (yes i just flipped the drawing what are you a cop))