#pseudodead

[absolventiia]

@pseudodead , daemon & aurane ( no dance starter call. )

" i don't understand. " aurane sighs, glancing up towards the sky, towards the distant RUBY - RED wingspan of melaryon. he looks towards daemon, hoping for any sort of insight. ( as rhaegar trusts him, so does aurane. ) " i am not saying that melaryon and i have no bond, but it is . . . lesser, for now. SLOWER, i suppose. as i understand it, rhaegar and nagini bonded quickly, as did you and caraxes. " the fifteen - year - old prince crosses his arms, watches his dragon get closer for landing. 

" i know we've only bonded a few weeks ago, but it feels like we cannot move in SYNC, yet. even aemond had a better experience with vhagar, as old as she is. " he leans back against a piece of wall, looking to his uncle. " -- i feel as though . . i am LESS OF A RIDER. no matter what melaryon may say. " as if knowing her name has been spoken, the red - orange she - dragon lands nearby, huffing slightly as a greeting. aurane knows caraxes will be close by, so he grabs his riding gloves, tugs them on. " where are we riding today ? are you SURE rhaegar and nagini will not be joining us ? " 

[zaldriz3s-a]

the bloodwyrm paces with unease, biting and gnawing at the heavy chains binding him; the serpentine dragon's disdainful shrieks haunting the dragonpit's lithic dome; more than once do other dragons join their brother's call. the dragonkeepers knew better than to tell caraxes to settle, instead leaving the pit vacant until the blood beast calmed itself.

caraxes hissed at daemon urgently, rows of trenchant fangs glinting in the dim light, what were they doing on foul ground? the baratheon lady his rider had taken died, though what aroused the dragon was the boy, the son, an heir. stolen from his crib. rhaegar, a fine targaryen name befitting his father's heritage. taken away by unworthy hands.

❝ i ought to be in the air! ❞ the bloodwyrm growled, once again impatiently tugging at the chains. he ought to prowl the stormlands for the vile worms, they couldn't have gotten very far. and for such a blasphemy they would die burning —– they would die screaming. ❝ the gods have denied viserys a male heir, and ours will not be taken. ❞ large, finned tail flickers agressively, a brief thunderous sound. how could they lose rhaegar when they already have picked out an egg for him? one of his? as blood red as his scales, avoided in fear of the hatchling inheriting it's father's elongated physique.

@pseudodead caraxes for daemon.

[postmortiem]

                                     ✱ 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

                          Kiki's Journal.

 ▌ topic: the Minrathous or Treviso choice? 「 @pseudodead 」  ▌ diary entry on a rook choosing to save minrathous instead of treviso ? 「 @bloodtwin 」

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@pseudodead sent: we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened

                   ˜”*°•.     IT  WAS  ALL  GOING  DOWNHILLS .  Months  had  he  spent  searching  for  a  cure .  Sneaking  into  the  library  at  night,  reading  every  book,  every  note .  Nowhere  would  he  find  the  solution ,  though .  Nothing  would  be  capable  of  ceasing  his  sister’s  torment .  And  the  days  had  been  passing,  her  curse  had  been  worsening  -  the  lightness,  the  vibrant  smile,  all  slowly  fading  away.  Yet,  he  could  do  nothing .  Nothing  but  argue  with  her,  with  Ominis,  with  his  uncle,  with  EVERYONE .  However,  arguments  were  going  to  heal  none  and  his  uncle  was  already  preparing  to  take  her  away.  He had NEEDED to distract himself. Something to help him keep his mind off this madness . And fighting spiders in the Forbidden Forest ? Well, it'd looked like the cleverest option - until he'd slipped, fallen, making his wand break in half. ❝ I just fell. That was all. ❞  Were  the  words  to  finally  escape  his  lips  -  as  hesitant  as  they  might’ve  sounded.

[oftoska]

relationship meme for ghost?

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half ] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[ my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

I'm open to anything really, given both of their service records. I'd love to see some overlap there, which is the obvious way about it. They both had shitty upbringings and I think that makes them a bit similar, so much so that they likely butt heads now and again but overall I think any rivalry might be purely out of sport?

[pseudolife-archived2]

"Simon," He touches the other man's bare shoulder. "It's time to get up."

@pseudodead ; BUG for BOO starter call ; accepting

[pseudowar-archived]

Slumped into his chair, Kick has the look of someone that had been hard at work for perhaps too long and may have just been defeated by it. Hair grown out and mused up, nails chewed at and fingers picked at. Dark bags beneath his eyes to accompany his two empty mugs of coffee, the handful of crushed energy drink cans piled next to them. Head tilted back just enough so that his mouth his open, allowing quiet little snores to escape him with every tired breath.

He's exhausted. Out cold. Defeated by intel and probably having nightmares about it - until.

The Ghost's fight or flight kicks in the minute the lights flick on. Limbs running with pins and needles as he tries to move quickly and ends up in a pile on the floor - a few cans falling with him.

"Oh, hey Keegan. Wasn't expecting you back so soon."

@pseudodead ; KICK for KEEGAN starter call ; accepting

[absolventiia]

📜 aurane / rhaegar / daemon

incorrect quotes. / ( @rh4egar )

Rhaegar: I trust Aurane. Daemon: You think they know what they're doing? Rhaegar: I wouldn't go that far.

[serpentide]

° • * ˚ ⁀ ➷ @pseudodead , the serpent and the wings of night : " don't look away. " (ghost)

　𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ▬▬ even the most docile of snakes may flaunt the sharpness of its fangs when threatened by a predator much bigger than him. the ophidian vixen stands on uncertain ground, her limited knowledge of the world paints her current circumstances in the monochromatic hues of ignorance ; his uniform should at least look familiar, but it matters not how much she observes even the smallest detail sewn against battle - worn fabric, his presence is reminiscent of neither nightmares nor dreams. and thus her hold around her sickle tightens, its sharp edge gleams in the barely illuminated alleyway behind the circus tent whilst the dagger at the end of its chain dangles idly beside her ; a voice within the depth of a fragmented psyche warns her against this course of action, for what could a mere jester's scythe do against fire weapons ? it may be the voice of her most bestial instincts, or mayhap it is one of the gods that she used to pray to, but her stance does not falter [ ... ] it would be better to die, than to be put inside of a cage yet again.

❝ if you're trying to take me home, it won't end well. ❞ and even whilst her lips part and she speaks in silver - belled song, all her mind can currently focus 'pon is the reason that lays at the basis of his presence here. has he come here for the ambrosia, to either claim it for himself or to stop her from spreading happiness ? has he come here because he wishes to own the girl who can speak with snakes, as many before him have dreamt of ? down her body, a muscle stiffens. in the dead of the night, a being even darker than the star - less cerulean moves: her python, now enlarged to its greatest size, has begun to crawl towards them, circling around and tasting the air with the swift flicks of a forked tongue ; it does not attack the mysterious man, not yet at least. emboldened by the presence of her companion, serpent breaks the quietude between them once more. ❝ you don't look tasty ... but i'm sure that my lovely friend won't mind it too much, meat is meat, after all. ❞

[postmortiem]

♡ chucks Abelas in the donation bin

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

orange : what i want for their relationship, beige : what i could see ; strike out : what i don't

  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 . 

[bruisednotes]

*⭒🢖 MUNDANE HEADCANONS : IZAL EDITION.

@pseudodead : do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it? / are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeout?

izal is an early riser ⸺ a very early riser. it's a habit he developed in early childhood. he'd wake up and have an hour or so to himself and things he enjoyed ( books he actually enjoyed, taking care of his hair, journaling ) and then he would get back in bed and wait to be "woken up" by The Caretaker. in adulthood, he still wakes up early, but now it's to give extra attention to his hair, meditate, and go on morning jogs before he properly prepares for his day.

he's not opposed to takeout, but he doesn't do it often. his stomach isn't used to fried or over-processed foods, and he tries to eat them sparingly. most of the things he eats he makes himself, and often from scratch.

[pseudolife-archived2]

'Look what you did,' There's a big bite mark on his thigh - courtesy of Ghost - but that's not what the shirtless man is motioning to. No, Roach is pointing at the other marks, ones made from teeth and tongue and mouth. Hickeys spread across his shoulders in a variety of shades of healing. 'Gaz laughed at me over this -'

@pseudodead ; ROACH for SOAP birthday starter call ; accepting

[sardonicmd]

wrapping an arm around the good doctor's waist to pull him flush. Danny's lips grazing the shell of Frank's ear [ ... ] free hand presenting him with a bloodied, human heart. ❝ it was a valiant effort. ❞

Langdon + Danny @pseudodead

“You’re back early.” A slow smile turns his lips as the heat of Danny’s body presses into his back, arm engulfing his waist. Frank leans back into his touch, head tilted into the graze of lips. The bleeding affection runs dry as Danny’s free hand presents the bloodied, human heart (like a sick offering). An instinctive horror rips through Langdon’s body, and he scrambles back away from the organ before him, pressed roughly into Danny’s chest. The blood drains from his face, blanching in the others clutches.  

It was a valiant effort.

His mouth goes dry, and his breath catches in his throat. Frank’s hands snap to the arm around his waist. He squirms in Danny’s grasp before finally stilling, instinctive panic dissipating as he collects himself within a few seconds. Focus, breathe. Nothing could have prepared Langdon for this. A heart in a cadaver lab or in a patient was different than whatever this was. A declaration of love? The promise of violence to come? (A cat bringing a dead mouse to the stoop?)

“Danny—” a breathless, haunted whisper. His chest swells with dread as he inspects the heart. The good doctor can tell it’s real, it’s human. He can see the vessels and the aortic arch, the bloodied organ removed from someone’s loved one. Presented in the same way one might offer a lover flowers.   

Valiant effort.

Langdon realizes after a moment of silence between them— Danny was aware of his attempts to distract. Protect others via monopolizing his time. A wasted effort, perhaps. He was never quite enough, was he? Not at the hospital, not to his father, not within his marriage, and now— not enough to save whomever this belonged to. Not enough for Danny.

“… Is it valiant if you’re a failure? One could argue stupidity.” Langdon mutters quietly, gaze still settled on the heart before him. “Where’s the rest of.. them?”

[absolventiia]

📜 aurane/daemon uwu

incorrect quotes.

Daemon: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Aurane: I think you mean cards. Daemon, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

[roseypeached]

@pseudodead liked <3

working with the 141 came with its challenges as well as rewards. well, most would argue it was more rewarding than not, but mace finds the scale to be favoring the former. that's his own fault, really - he knows. however, it doesn't stop him or his work. they all have a job to do and they need to get along to do it. they don't have to be friendly, but they don't have to put a bullet in each other either - although, he's sure one of them would like to.

"here," fingers hold the blade of a knife, handle towards the other man as he offers. "thought ya might want this back." blood still stains the handle. no matter how much mace had wiped it down, it never came completely clean. good aim, he wants to say, but he bites back the praise. still, it should be seen in his tone.

[zaldriz3s-a]

@pseudodead SENT A RAVEN. ❝ all sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days. ❞ (daemon to caraxes) | prompt.

the betrayal of ser hugh hammer hit the black court hard; what else could be expected from a filthy bastard, petty tongues spat / some even dared question the loyality of prince rhaegar targaryen, long since acquitted from the prevalent vice of being a bastard by his lord father. but little did royal blood love more than to gossip, dragon and rider ever one, caraxes would have them all for supper.

❝ right after we have disposed of the green's greatest weapon, too. ❞ came the serpentine beast's growl. he doesn't dare speak her name. ( vhagar, beloved vhagar, laena's mount ) it needed no forsight to know caraxes and daemon would be sent to take care of the traitorous bobolyne. poor silverwing, having watched her mate disappear into the night, refused to fly into battle. a first for the docile queen to refuse a demand. ❝ would they send nagini and me into battle once more? ❞ it was how they bested vhagar. the emerald mountain had healed enough to hold her own in a fight once more, though caraxes regrets his —– passive role in the previous battle.

vermithor was large, and fearsome, but he was no vhagar still. and the blood wyrm snarls, rows of trenchant fangs glinting in the midday sun. ❝ i will not have my mate carry the weight of the battle a second time while i just fly about and bite what i can. ❞ because he loved nagini, he adored her. but it was also the wyrm's own pride that forbade it. regardless of nagini being easily twice his size, he was older than her, dubbed the most cunning beast a targaryen could ride. to tumbleton they'r ride, and the bronce fury would fall.