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the temptation of moving blogs is still there, purely just to make everything smaller and more private. hm.
i’m changing my formatting a bit, and i’m clearing out some drafts. did a little softblocking and blog update.
devilsalpha, danika fendyr.
pulling her up off the ground, she reaches out to adjust her on semi steady footing - she snorts when she slips off her heels, and leaves her arm around her waist. her grin only widens at the suspicion in bryce’s tone, and she shakes her head, “ patience, b. it’ll be worth it.”
“ what’s jesiba gonna say about that in the morning ? “ though she never wanted the night to end, either. she didn’t want to go back to the world of life and death and the fact everything was going to be just as fucking hard tomorrow — no now, she wanted to walk through the streets lit up by crescent city’s night life, and live. gently steering them to the only store likely to be open, she laughed at that, “ never ever again. “ if she actually stayed up past three, then she’d buy tomorrow .
oh, to be young and free of cares. to feel as alive as bryce quinlan felt whenever she was around danika, that fresh feeling of immortality. like nothing could wound them, like death could not touch something so precious. slightly taller frame almost collapses into danika’s. the wolf had always been a rock. something solid. someone who never faltered. ever since the first day they had met each other they’d had known. ( IT WOULD ALWAYS BE THE TWO OF THEM ) no packs, boys or parents changed that. it would always be the two of them.
“ jesiba is boring and mean. she never lets me sleep in. and she hates you, how could anyone hate you ? ” words are spoken truthfully. the hate for danika fendyr was something bryce never understood. maybe it was fear. fear for someone so great, with the potential to be the alpha of all wolves in the fucking world. her best friend was fucking cool. “ no more sleep, danika. i want to live forever with you. ”
might do a lil blog revamp to spark muse, let’s see. but first, ice cream at the beach <3
i just think rowan whitethorn ✨
the tailor wasn’t stupid. she knew it was a dangerous game to play. to have caught feelings for the sun summoner, to let alina starkova make her feel alive. it was a weakness for both of them, something genya wouldn’t let anyone know. it would be her secret, even if she had to suffer with it. a gentle brush of knuckles on the door before she slips inside, not waiting for an answer.
“ i brought you your favorite pastry, @feywrote. ” maybe she had a newfound habit of noticing the other’s favorite things. she had always been observant. now was no different, even if this wasn’t for survival. but simply because she wanted to see the other person smile. “ who did your hair today ? please tell me it wasn’t one of my people. ” but it’s a playful smirk that laces over her pale features.
Idk what’s happening I saw praise of ida on my dash and had to participate… all hail queen ida
pls this isn't good for my ego lbjldgslhkdsg
I love u !!!!!!
i love YOU.
i am an ida fan first
im a qtpi fan first
did u know i love u w my whole heart and ur the best
did you know that i love you the absolutely most ? <3 bc I DO.
fateviled as chaol westfall.
in a way, the world has not stopped shattering continuously these past few months. the feelings that pass through him as he sees her are a tangled web of contradictions; grief, guilt, anger, devotion. all tightly rolled into one, all bearing her name in gold threaded stitching. standing in a place that he understands has never been home to either of them, chaol can feel the distance between them. he’s unsure of what to do, unable to step forward as he swallows hard; he fights the wave of confusion that wraps over him. she’d betrayed everything he’d sworn loyalty to, and what’s worse was that he couldn’t blame her. but it mattered, or it should have mattered.
his eyes scan her face in a feeble attempt to make sense of his own heart. ( as if that’s ever been easy. ) he takes a step forward, finally, wanting to close some of that distance, wanting— “genya.” his voice is gentle, a softness he had only reserved for her for too long now. “admired is not the world i would give, and that doesn’t matter to me.” he doesn’t let himself hesitate as he takes another step, then another, until there’s nothing between them. a cautious hand reaches out to touch her face, only faltering at the last second, silently asking for permission. chaol knows what the final feeling in his chest is, and he will not run from it. “i always want to, whatever you’re willing to give. i’m yours.” there was nothing else, no other way; his heart had been hers long before he could comprehend.
the tailor is prepared for his words to sting. inhaling a sharp breath, weighing the options. he could become scared of her, scared of the ruined girl, scared of the horror she looks like now. he could be mad that she had betrayed the crown, the crown and her friend. what didn’t that say about her ? and he didn’t even know it all. no one knew what she had been doing to the king. how him falling ill had been her fault, how she had poisoned her lips and skin, so that every time he would hurt her . . . she would hurt him back. even if he didn’t know. that had been what she had been given for years as a doll. as nothing more than a plaything for the king, the queen and her ladies. but never to chaol. and now she was facing him, prepared for the worst.
except when chaol speaks, he doesn’t spew poison. he embraces her with that gentle tone, the tone that would’ve made her run away with him. a tone in voice that would’ve made her do anything. and she regrets it. not doing more with him. not telling him everything that really mattered. instead she stands in front of him, ruined and scarred. body freezes when his hand moves to touch her. breath holds as her eye glaces down at his hand. but she takes a step closer, into the touch of his hand, confirming with a small nod. if chaol was not running, she wouldn’t be either. “ i cannot be loyal to the king, chaol. ” she whispers. for some reason, she expects this to be an issue. he was the captain, the king and his family had given him that title, that trust. genya wasn’t sure she could trust anyone in that cursed family. “ i understand it, chaol. if you cannot be mine. but i have always - ” a deep breath as she places a hand on his chest. feeling the thudding of his beating heart. how she wanted to press her head against his chest and hear it beat just for herself. even if just for a couple of seconds. “ i have always been yours. ”
thinking abt miss feyre archeron ♥️
what if i ✨went on a walk✨
missing miss zenik today ♥️
muse updates. removed: elain archeron, wylan hendriks, anthony bridgerton, kate sharma. moved to other blogs: padmé amidala ( @senatuse )
❝ you asked me once, if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed. but. ask me again? sometime— doesn’t have to be today. maybe tomorrow just. ask me again. ❞ ( @lovetaled )
now he was a king, and she had been crowned a saint of the people. sankta alina of the fold. he had once asked her, would’ve begged her, to be his queen. to rule the forsaken country by his side, as his equal. but he was only a man, not a saint. they would never be equals. now, the king wasn’t sure the ship had sailed for him. he was part demon now, there was a darkness rotting inside of him. but alina ? alina was still the warmest sun to ever have shined upon his royal features. alina was everything golden and good. ( everything he no longer deserved )
a sad smile graces his lips as he steps closer. stepping close enough to brush his knuckles gently down the side of her face. “ alya, have you not had enough of my shenanigans and crazy schemes ? have you not tasted enough war for a life time ? ” his head cocks to the side as he watches her, eyes scanning her features, as if he’s afraid this will be his last chance to see them. “ i would propose to you a million times if i believed your answer would change. ” but with those words he takes a step back, rubbing his gloved fingers over the knuckles that have just touched her cheek. even if his skin hadn’t touched hers, he could feel her sunshine burning through.