archived.

there's a flower that blooms in spite ̳o̳f̳ ̳t̳h̳e̳ ̳d̳a̳r̳k̳n̳e̳s̳s̳. ──── symbolizing purity and happiness.

[afterdecayed]

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a matter of wrong time, wrong place. she'd overheard the conversation between the enforcers and silco regarding benzo. of course she didn't agree with them. she felt the same anger as silco had; the same concern for their friend. in this moment, she was grateful that connol had been with the children while she bore witness to silco's sudden change. the warmth and cordiality in his eyes had snuffed out, replaced with something colder.

dangerous, even.

brows furrow and felicia is careful to approach. she doesn't disagree. the enforcer's have been making things more difficult for them. he opens up and she allows him that moment to release his frustration. eventually their eyes meet and she sees within them the object of her concern: his mind is made up.

❝ i agree with you ... they won't change. they may never change. so no, you're not wrong, silco. ❞ a moment passes and she sighs, reaching her fingertips up high to pinch at the bridge of her nose. ❝ but whatever is is you're thinking, it's not the way to go about things. we're older now ... there's more at risk. ❞ like her daughters.

░ @zaunitespride ➺ continued from here.

[afterdecayed]

just an update! but we've entered the time of year where work is busier than usual and what brain space i do have for writing is currently with my summer hyperfixation as the season is currently airing. ( hotd via @kingmaketh ) and even there im incredibly slow due to work just sapping my energy and being a bit more demanding during the summer.

that all said: i'm not gone. my high inspo is simply on my comfort solo muse. for the upcoming weeks, the vast majority of anything i do here will be queued, but my dash presence and upkeep with plotting/dms will be limited leaning nonexistent during this time. i'll likely drop a post once a week just to show face. but as of now, i'm formally announcing a drop in activity for the time being.

i do have a million crossovers and au concepts over on criston if you wish to write there/keep in touch. otherwise, discord is another option i tentatively offer.

[kingmaketh]

KINGMAKETH : SER CRISTON COLE, UNVEILED BY MELANIE. the most inaccurate recollection of histories of the life of 𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖊, as told through the lense of the most unreliable narrator. 

an independent roleplay experience heavily involved with crossovers and worldbuilding efforts.  ˗ˏˋ @kingmaketh ˎˊ˗

[stilloves-arc3]

it was perhaps no secret that she missed her sister, now that they no longer lived at the same court. but dragon stone was only but a short flight away. still, her husband was here & the life they had built together, it was all here. she'd never brought anyone else on her dragon, but she doesn't think aerix would mind too much. the silver dragon might be temperamental on a good day, but she doubts she would do anything to hurt rhywin. " yes, i do, " it's a soft murmur as she looks up at him, and she can feel the way smile only grows upon features. one of her hands go up to cradle the side of his neck & she leans up, tip of nose brush against his. " no, i could not leave my husband behind. not even here, at home. "

[afterdecayed]

truthfully, he's nervous at the thought of riding dragonback – but to do so with his wife, it salves the nerves. he meets her eyes once more, grinning from ear to ear and absolutely smitten over the one who has claimed his heart. before he can stop himself, he lowers himself just enough to swoop his arm beneath her and lifts her as though he carries his bridge for the first time. (and he's grateful in the moment that her dress allows for such a motion with such ease.) a playful spin is given before he stops and drops his brow to hers, their noses once more greeting one another. ❝ then i wish to go with you, ❞ he murmurs, a bit of a sway to his body as he carries her. ❝ show me how it feels to fly high in the sky. ❞ as he sets her back down upon her feet and his head should rise, along with the motion comes a kiss to where their foreheads previously met. ❝ and perhaps when we return from dragonstone, we could go horse riding. ❞

[afterdecayed]

so y'all wanna ship or nah

[videog4mes]

BUFFYCORE. a collection of random dialogue spoken by buffy and the scooby gang. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

when the apocalypse calls, beep me.

i'm not acting out. i'm a witch.

your brain isn't connected to your mouth, is it?

bite me.

you got any of those little marshmallows?

occasionally, i'm callous and strange.

i laugh in the face of danger. then i hide until it goes away.

i'm so evil and skanky. and i think i'm kinda gay.

isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?

yeah, i could do that. but i'm paralyzed with not caring very much.

we saved the world. i say we party.

i'm afraid we have a slight apocalypse.

i've seen honest faces. they usually come attached to liars.

you're not special. you're extraordinary.

maybe i'm not evil. but i don't think i can be good.

oh god, we're gonna die, aren't we?

were you planning on killing a bunch of people tomorrow?

i can be surrounded by people and be completely alone.

i'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about.

then we'll die together. it's romantic.

i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it.

we made a demon? bad us.

and remember, if you hurt her, i will beat you to death with a shovel.

she irons her jeans. she's evil.

we can drop a piano on her! it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit.

you can't fire me. i'm vision girl.

bored now.

can you just be kissing me now?

we don't need the law. we are the law.

it hurts so much. every day it's like a giant hole and it's not getting better.

i used to tell the truth all the time when i was evil.

embrace the pain, spank your inner moppet. whatever. just get over it.

the road to redemption is a rocky path.

when we're apart, it's easier. it hurts everyday. but i live with it.

as long as you don't go scratching at me or humpin my leg, we're five-by-five, you know?

excuse me, who gave you permission to exist?

thank god we're hot chicks with superpowers.

i'm under your spell.

it doesn't matter what kinda vibe you get off a person. nine times out of ten, the face they're showing you is not the real one.

what can i tell you, baby? i've always been bad.

like a carebear with fangs?

i just want you to have some kind of normal life. we can never have that.

to forgive is an act of compassion, __. it's not done because people deserve it.

trust has to be built again on both sides.

bunnies frighten me.

am i real? am i anything?

what is your childhood trauma?!

he's evil again.

out for a walk, bitch.

all i know is that the fate of the entire world rests on ... did you eat all the jellies?

[hightowerborn]

# 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 is an independent, private, highly selective && mutuals only roleplay blog dedicated to the portrayal of alicent hightower, drawing inspiration from fire and blood, as well as the hbo television adaptation house of the dragon. this interpretation is grounded in extensive character study, thoughtfully developed personal headcanons, and a variety of alternate universe influences, all approached with deliberate care and narrative intention. themes explored may be mature in nature. 21+ only. est timezone. minors dni. written by snow.

[afterdecayed]

a one-liner starter call (aka more like a mini para). capping at 8.

[afterdecayed]

coughs. a ship like this.

[soulsburned]

@afterdecay / cont.

college is different. for once they're living normal lives again. well, as normal as a couple of werewolves can be. (they're not constantly running for their lives or playing in the alpha-beta games. it's definitely a step up.) but with this new sense of normality comes the change in their schedules. some days she almost misses those last couple of years in beacon hills when they went to school and then came home together. now she finds herself missing him more often than not. he's busy with the lacrosse team and her new curriculum is more intense than she expected. (she has to remind herself that there's only a few more weeks to the semester – they will have a more compatible schedule soon.) this is the third time this week plans had to be cancelled. if it wasn't one of her study sessions, it was his practice that got in their way. normally she'd get a text as a head's up, but this time erica's, “𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢?” was met with radio silence. after the two hour mark, she called it in. dolled up erica was replaced with a messy bun, one of isaac's shirts, and pajama shorts. she'd been been spooning at a pint of häagen-dazs when she heard the knock to her door. the lid was quickly replaced and both the carton and spoon were abandoned on the side table before she found herself opening the door and being met with the usual explanation. ❝ i was dead asleep, lahey, ❞ she murmurs, head coming to rest against the doorframe she's yet to make space at to allow him entry. ❝ it's late. ❞ if one can count nine-thirty on a friday night late. 

it's not a future he'd seen for himself , not after the bite and certainly not before ... isaac always figured he'd wind up digging graves for the rest of his life , stuck in the darkness that had been his father's shadow. but derek had come along and offered him something he couldn't refuse , and his father had rather conveniently ended up dead. the werewolf era of beacon hills had been an improvement , other than his temporary stint in the county jail ... but higher education had still felt ... out of reach. unnecessary. entrenched in a supernatural warzone and navigating the werewolf pack hierarchies and disputes had never left a lot of time to study ... hell , without erica , isaac doubts he would have even graduated in the first place , which ...

' I know , I'm sorry , ' he repeats it , voice almost akin to a peasant groveling for lenience from his queen. his hair is still damp from a quick locker room rinse off , his clothes maintaining a tousled look from the hasty manner in which they'd been thrown on and the haste he'd employed to rush to her door. ' some fuck - wad was late getting to practice , so of course coach had to set an example ... ' isaac blows out an annoyed breath , then he leans towards her , head ducking slightly so he can whisper to her almost conspiratorially. ' c'mon ... you know I would have much rather been here , with you ... '

[afterdecayed]

it's so annoying that she can't even stay properly mad or upset with him. the moment she'd opened the door and laid eyes on him, her initial disappointment had been quickly dissolved. but as soon as he leaned in closer … it was game over. she tried to play it off as the cool and collected girlfriend about to give him grief for being late, but her cheeks betrayed her. she smiled, found herself closing the distance until their foreheads met. ❝ and let me guess … you forgot to charge your phone again and it died mid-day, right? ❞ she's always reminding him to charge it at night before bed, but he is … something else. (and she loves him anyway.) ❝ i wasn't sure id you'd even stop by with how late it got. i wouldn't have dressed down beyond the point of saving. ❞ aka, she's not putting on her makeup, redoing her hair, pulling on skin tight jeans to head out. she's staying in at this point. and with a brush of her nose against his, she backs up away from him and cracks the door open to welcome him.

❝ you officially owe me a new date night with fruity drinks and lots of dancing, ❞ she murmurs in a resigned manner – her voice didn't match the playful glint in her eye or the way pearly whites just couldn't be concealed. the door shuts behind her and erica makes way to the couch to retrieve the evidence of her pity party, slipping away from the living area to the kitchen where it was then placed back into the freezer. ❝ did you eat? i have leftover pizza – ❞

[afterdecayed]

i think we should have our muses kiss.

[afterdecayed]

extra emotional this morning because my pretty lady who doesn't like having her paws touched ended up placing her paw in my hand because she didn't want me to get up from the couch and leave her. 🥹🥹🥹 and then she lifted and did it 3 more times before allowing her paw to remain there for a little bit. anywho -- yesterday's shenanies included:

[billy-crudup]

OSCAR ISAAC in Scenes From A Marriage (2021) Episode 4: The Illiterates

[afterdecayed]

Tell me again why this is such a bad idea. // for deacon!! [which btw i never see deacon or days gone get any love i fucking ADORE this game so much]

it's not just a bad idea. it's fucking stupid. which actually makes it brilliant if one doesn't dwell on every little thing that could go wrong. two riders, one massive horde – really, what exactly could go wrong here?

❝ let me ask you something – why the hell'd you volunteer? ❞ he's used to going it alone or taking boozer along with him. boozer's outta commission these days with his arm still healing and the only reason he agreed to take on a temporary new partner is because he was promised bike upgrades if they pulled this off. (sure as hell beats a bounty hunt, having something a bit more thrilling makes things feel more worthwhile.) 

❝ we might be doing tucker a favor by tryn'a lead the horde away before reaching the campsite, but one wrong move and we're fuckin' dead. ❞ loud noise attracts those assholes. the goal is to cause enough chaos and drive them away – but once more, the reality hits. if they don't pull it off, they're not the only ones who would suffer. ❝ don't know about you, but i don't intend to die today. so if there's any second-guessin', you best make up your mind now. ❞

@bullsh1fter