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[godtianomg]

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[eldingaesir]

Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine || Accepting ! - @frozenages

She was close, pressing against him with her hands splayed against his chest. Blue eyes danced as he looked down at her, lightly biting at his bottom lip as he looked down at her, searching her gaze while they stood like that. His arms moved, gently wrapping around her waist and pulling her all the closer to him. He didn’t want any space between them, he didn’t want there to be a single inch between them. The warmth of her body against his radiated through him, smiling softly as he kept his gaze upon her, trying to keep himself under control. But he could feel his blood boiling within his veins, slowly coursing about to get where it might want to be. A slight swallow came from him, his eyes searching her own. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. His lips fell upon her own, kissing her with such need, panting against her lips from the suddenness of it.

[woeblades]

"You are no longer the man I once loved, Maneveos. He died long ago. All I see is a monster wearing a twisted reflection. I have nothing left for you nor you have anything I could desire. Begone, I wish not to look upon a beast any longer." - adelean, vampire verse pls

RANDOM  STARTERS

“ i used to think of you as such a powerful woman. “

adelean’s voice sounded sad, but his expression was blank. a glowing eye seemed to try and PIERCE lilyum’s soul merely by looking at her.he folded his hands and looked at them for a brief moment, before opening them like a blooming flower. there was nothing in there, and yet he suddenly looked furious.

“ i thought you knew of your chances, all the opportunities that held their doors wide open for you. you should know when not to miss the possibility of becoming a part of something enormous. “

he looked up from his palms. now, his expression held utter betrayal; like she had been the one to break his heart with her behaviour when in reality it was only him.

“ BOTH of us could have been a part of this. together. nobody would have been able to stop us, if you just-- “

his hands parted and he dropped them, balling them into fists instead. the vampire closed his eyes and pressed his lips together in an attempt not to lose his temper.then, he exhaled deeply, shakily.

“ your clouded sense of honor blinds you, lilyum. there is no right or wrong, no good or evil. there are only opportunities, and i decided to take advantage of those that i had. “

[crestfallen-snow]

"You...I have never seen - but you are a..."

“You’ve never seen a vampire before, girl?” He rolled his eyes lightly, looking away. “Well, you’ve seen me. No, I don’t intend to hurt you or any other person around here... I’ve dealt with enough bloodshed.” He grumbled, then looked back at her. “Unless you meant something else?” The question came with a light arch of a pale eyebrow. There were few that recognized a snow elf when they saw one, so he doubted that was what she’d meant by her exclamation. Still, she looked eerily similar to his people. Simply... More human. It was strange.

@frozenages

[frxstbittcn]

Shield

Send “Shield” for Nirilhe’s reaction to Lilyum placing herself between him and danger.

@frozenages

          Nirilhe shouts as he slashes at an ice wolf that was getting dangerously close to him. Despite being most comfortable in the snow, as it was his home, the white wolf blended in against the ice on the ground, and he could just barely make out the movement of the creature. The wind didn’t help, either. It kept blowing the wolf’s scent all around him, and for a split second, he was convinced he was surrounded by an entire pack. And the snow seemed to muffle any extra noise, so although he could tell that there was only one wolf from the single barks, he still couldn’t tell where it was.

          Suddenly, he hears the sound of ice magic being cast, followed by a yelp from the wolf. A new scent joins him, and he can make out the blue glow of a staff through the dark cloud in his vision. The other being is quiet, and by the fluid motion of the blue glow, probably very graceful in their movements.

          He hears a voice tell him to stand back, and suddenly more magic is shot from the staff.

[orphanhccd]

"Sweetie, what are you doing out here."

Her head snapped up at the sudden voice, hands halting in their frantic rubbing together for warmth as her gaze landed on the strangely pale woman. Hastily, she rose to her feet, sheepishly looking the woman in the eyes before quickly looking at the ground.

“Just trying to get warm, ma’am. I-I’m sorry if I’m in your way, I can find somewhere else to sit.”

She was prepared to scamper off it the woman told her to leave, all of her instincts telling her to just run, to leave before the woman could get mad at her and call the guards. Yet, she seemed nice enough; she hadn’t began yelling as soon as her eyes landed on her, at the very least.

[varondiil]

♡

Relationship meme || accepting!!

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[eldritchbled]

@frozenages

The healer pitied the poor soul. She had witnessed his treatment by the actions of the people of the Hamlet. Harsh words often uttered loud enough for him to hear. Often would she be summoned to treat his injuries from a more compassionate sort, or she would at times check up on the lad. It was her duty as a healer, but also as a person. Her treatment would not be so different if others knew of her past deeds and her use of magics. It was why she hid it so, but this man had no choice as she placed her hand on top of his own.

There was no disgust on her face nor contempt. But a small, soft smile came to her lips.

“It will come, one day. I think you are brave. More so than those around you. I do not think I could face the horrors…and you inspire me. If you ever need a place of solace, my home is open to you. I could use some help and I would be more than glad to teach you.”

He knew as well as she, that anyone could fall and be changed by the growing darkness. There was good in him, that she knew.

She was uncommonly kind. Knowing full well of his affliction and laying her hands on him without an ounce of fear of apprehension, treating him as she would any other under her care. He offered her a solemn smile as she went work; mending his lacerations with ground up poultice, offering him water to wet his throat. “I think I need a bit more than bravery, miss.”

That he, admittedly, had in spades. Lesser men would’ve rather found more... base ways to silence the other voice than to commit themselves to this line of work. Even though it did little to curb the beast’s presence, the expeditions helped others in spite of whatever resentment they held towards him, so long as he had people like Lilyum who could see the good in him, he could get by.   

“Oh, I... I appreciate that. Truly I do.” He knew a bit about bandaging, about treating infections from his time in captivity; had even picked up on more advanced techniques regarding nerves and anatomy from the books within the monastery, but her herbalism was a skill he hadn’t touched up on much. He knew well enough about caring for and growing plants, but as to which properties could be used to heal? “My presence may be a bit... irregular if that’s fine. Between the outings into the surrounding area and the specific, ermm- recovery I require, spare time is something of a variable for me.”   

[orphanhccd-m]

🐉

A small squeak left the maw of a smaller-than-usual hatchling as it tumbled from the rafters of the Pale Woman’s sanctuary, rolling across the floor until it stopped at her feet.

Her scales were a pale golden color that seemed to faintly shift between the colors of the rainbow as the sun hit them. She stood on shaky legs, shaking herself out much like a dog would after a bath, small wings spread and flapping lightly.

She lifted her head to look up at Lilyum, giving an excited, happy squeal as it’s golden-green eyes landed on her. She hopped forwards, rubbing gently against Lilyum’s legs as she continued to make happy squeaking noises.

[shadxwofvalenwood]

Continued from here || @frozenages

Erik swallowed hard, looking at the paranormal presence. Ghosts weren’t things he was familiar with. As a child, he grew up being told to fear and avoid Oathbreakers and vampires, both very much undead but in a different way than the soul of a dead lingering on Nirn, and more specifically so close to him. Maybe he was superstitious, but he disliked the idea of accepting such a being’s help. What if it was a trap of sorts? After all, different or not, he was taught to fear the undead.

The ice forming and melting under her ghostly steps caught his eyes, and underneath the fear and distrust, he felt curiosity. His gaze met hers and again, he swallowed. That voice was beautiful, sad but unnatural.  A a Dragon, his soul itself was tied to Time, yet the specter was outside of it. This only added to his uneasiness, and he glanced back at the boulders that trapped him within that cave.

Fus Ro Dah. He could use that, but would he be quick enough to escape before the cave would collapse on him? No, the chances were too slim. His Thu’um would destroy the boulders, but the cave as well, and him in it.

Somehow, she managed to do it. With a movement of her hand, the boulders rose and then collapsed far from the entrance. Erik pursed his lips.

“I guess you were right.” He admitted, eyebrows furrowed. “And I guess you want something as a reward, don’t you?”

[naganwe-blog]

❛ You always were such a serious child. ❜

what  did  this  woman  know  of  her  &  her  childhood?  making  such  assumptions  about  who  she  was  &  how  she  acted;  however,  the  claim  was  not  entirely  FALSE.  ayrenn  did  always  have  a  more  serious  side  to  her,  especially  when  it  came  to  gaining  knowledge  that  satiated  her  natural  curiosity   ─   sneaking   away  from  the  palace  to  chase  after  a  new  skill  or  unheard  facet.  she  always  saw  expanding  her  understandings  of  different  areas  crucial  to  being  the  best  she  could  be,  which  was  one  of  the  many  reasons  she  disappeared  all  those  years  ago  (  the  tedious  LABYRINTH  had  little  appeal  &  was  a  true  waste  of  one’s  time  ).   ❛  I  think  you  are  confusing  curiosity  with  being  serious.  ❜

BITTEN SENTENCE PROMPTS   /   accepting   /   @frozenages

[eldingaesir]

🥝

for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love || Accepting!

@ofmaribcr ! I haven’t seen many Triss rpers around, even when I was super active on my Geralt blog. So it’s really great to see that there’s one around. Granted, she’s been a little busy lately, but totally worth the wait! I highly recommend her to anyone who’s looking for a fiery mage, definitely won’t be disappointed!

[woeblades]

"Kiss me." - for adelean

INBOX STARTER !

the poor mage’s face flushed in a bright red at lilyum’s sudden and surprising demand. he wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly, but then again, there weren’t any audible distractions around for him to use that as an excuse, were there?

so she must be SERIOUS.

“ i... “

a lump formed in his throat. oh, gods, he wanted to throw up.

adelean gently reached out to grab both of lilyum’s hands, staring at them for a moment like he wasn’t sure what to do anymore.

pull yourself together. she asked you to KISS her, what are you waiting for?

before the woman of his dreams could say anything or he could waste even more time, and make the situation more awkward than it already was, adelean suddenly leaned in to press his lips against lilyum’s.

the kiss was rushed and perhaps a little messy, but full of LOVE because adelean felt nothing less than that.

[dryadalismagicae]

@frozenages  ||  Discovered the Wanderer

     ┇ ┈  ✖ ┉  ┇  Quiet was the male as fingers drew easily through his steeds coat; the Hart stood well, behaving perfectly as it was so gingerly cared for; brushed, cleaned. Yes - Lyrian adored the animal with all of his being, a companion throughout a great many years. So sensitive were they in tandem that when the animal began to grow restless, the elf too became suspicious as to why. Emerald eyes scanned surroundings, an unnerved sensation settling deep within his bones. His staff had been left nearby alongside his satchel bag, current defence levels rather low unless he was to flee his steed and attempt to gain his weapon. But no - instead he gambled and waited to see if anything came about.  

[diguerra-moved]

RESORT  /  CRUISE 2020 AESTHETICS.             bold what applies to your muse,  italicize what depends.  repost.

MIU MIU.  warm  evenings.  placing  your  bets  in  the  prettiest  horse.  reimagining  your  parents’  old  clothes  in  your  own  style.  high,  bold  plataform  shoes.  easing  the  heat  with  the  harmless  wind  of  a  fan.  bringing  wine  inside  of  a  wicker  bag.  mustard  yellow.  barely  walking  on  high  heels.  wearing  colors  as  bright  as  the  future  promised  you  it’d  be.  afternoons  at  the  vineyard. spinning  around  your  own  body  in  excitement.  confidence.  the  dramatic  stops  in  a tango.  dressing  to  express.  

CHANEL.  introducing  class  into  your  work  routine. sleepy  moments  at  the  subway  station.   winds  blowing  with  a  feeling  of  modernity.  the  feeling  of  wool  against  your  bare  skin.  lacking  the  time  to  worry  about  people’s  opinion.  making  every  day  count. large,  comfortable,  yet  well  designed  trousers.  light,  transparent  summer  dresses. prioritizing  practicality.  being  aware  of  where  you  came from   /   embracing  it.  

DIOR.  fire.  ancient  scriptures  on  a  wall.  the  feeling  of  dirt  between  your  toes. dancing  in  circles. geometric  patterns.  a  drumming  song.  beiges  and  browns. moonlight  against  the  skin.  performing  a  ritual.  leather.  a  howl  heard  in  the  dark. all  black,  head  to  toe.  eyes  that  hide  behind  a  hat.  heavy  fabrics  on  warm  nights.  

LOUIS VUITTON.  a  retro  feeling  of  modernity.  daring  eyes  you  catch  from  the  distance.   a  determined  facade  for  a  messy  interior.  dark  blue  hair.  relying  too  much  on  technology.  confrontation.  led  screens.  sharp  architecture.  lacking  patience.  a  certain  amount  of  alienation.  the  vibrating  sensation  in  your  chest  when  at  a  club.  eye  rolls. vynil.  the  feeling  of  superiority.  an  ugly  misunderstanding.  wires  and  buttons.  neon  lights  shining  against  the  wet  pavement.  eyeglasses  to  hide  a  bored  gaze.  a  cold  taste  of  what  the  future  has  to  offer.

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[orphanhccd-m]

“My wing, it is injured.” (I got a dragon verse too)

Viera let out a soft, worried squeak, her lime colored eyes staring up at the bigger dragon. Her head tilted to the side as she moved to look at Kaalziiul’s left side. Indeed, the wing on that side had been quite injured, left a bloody and mauled mess.

The two of them had hunting for their evening meal when a group of guards had ambushed them. They had barely managed to get away, but Kaalziiul’s wing was wounded greatly in their escape. The wounded wing had almost rendered Viera’s companion unable to fly, and they just barely made it back to their–or rather, Kaalziiul’s–den before she collapsed.

Padding over to the diamond-scaled dragon’s left side, she leaned forward to examine the wounded wing. She sniffed at the bloody mess, recoiling at the metallic stench. She let out a snort as she turned back to face her friend’s face.

Giving a concerned trill, Viera raised her head to nuzzle her nose against Kaalziiul’s, hoping to comfort her in any way she could. There was nothing she could due to help her wing, and it made her heart hurt just thinking that she had failed her friend.