SADIQUE. ❜ ᵃᵖ.

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musesgonnamuse:

when you’re at the BOTTOM

                  you’ll follow ANYONE

                        that makes you feel like LESS

                                                         of a FAILURE

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unladylikc:

( from the look of things, it seems like despite my annoying array of promos and tendency of being distracted, i finally managed to reach a milestone that i never quite expected! granted, i had experienced a drop in followers ever since my short semi-hiatus, but now, to think that more than 200 of you disregarding actual porn blogs of course are interested in a self insert turned oc like vivi?? 

IT HONESTLY WARMS MY HEART AND IT BRINGS A GENUINE SMILE TO MY FACE, especially since a while back, i remembered deleting her cause of my own personal troubles i won’t be disclosing here. but seriously, thank you very much for making my time here all the more enjoyable again! i don’t know how best to express my appreciation in mere words, but i’ll still be making an attempt at it underneath the cut before my follower count will doubtlessly drop again.

warning: incredibly sappy. )

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   "Hmph.“ She’s not content to have to share what could be a few days with this one, but she muses silently to the glaring possibility that Zero could have simply left her where she fell.       Besides that, it doesn’t matter now. They’re in this situation, and he seems intent on actually carrying her through. Such things have its own merits, and some of the tension leaves her body. The thief keeps her eyes open, doing what she can to ignore the pain in her foot and similarly doing what she’s able to keep it away from Zero rather than risk it being jostled more than it already has been.

   "Have you been out here before, even?” She was much more of a city rat than anything else. Sure, Tharia had gone on a few smuggling runs to get a feel for how it works, but has less outdoors skills than Zero may have.       “Never really been a camping sort.”

Please. The very contentment in merely having to oh so forcefully endure such a predicament is deliciously mutual. He always worked better alone after all. He rouses genuine wonder laced in venom at such a thought- what fool decided it was some act of a good deed forcing them together on such an endearingly tight whim, hm?

With each step this mudhole only seems to cling on desperately tight. Not fond of letting them escape, ah.. too bad he’s nearly spent having to shoulder them both, perhaps the Faceless lurking about would  provide better company. Once a much more suitable suitable slice of terrain almost seems to welcome them ( granted it is one of very few places that remain entirely unsullied in slick filth ) he sees to setting her down at the base of a twisted tree.

❛ — Yes, actually. With Lord Leon once or twice. Oh? Too bad. From the looks of things, we may be spending a long, hard night...  ❜

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honorbourne:

     Goodness! It was in one fleeting, unexpected moment that he caught her so off guard, her cheeks became  ENVELOPED  in utmost warmth. Why, perhaps she should have allowed the consideration of Zero being a most provocative man as public hearsay amongst the army dictated, but she became so aesthetically taken with his devilish good looks, Sayuri had failed to react until too late.

     Though tentative, she was still reasonably quick to follow after his boot clad foot falls in gradual  HASTENED  wake.

     “ C-Come now, perish the indecent thought! I’m not letting you stay over night. After all, ‘t-tis quite improper for a man and woman to slumber togeth’r in the same sleep chamber before marriage. ” Sayuri protests, quickening her pace until  FALLING  into step beside him. Perhaps she was being prudish but there was surely an order to these kind of things. Sure enough, the woman proceeds to clear her throat. 

      “ More importantly, Sir Zero - am I correct to assume you won’t be minding fig cakes? ” she questions, if only to change the topic of conversation. “ I only hath some of those left over at today’s tea time ritual with Lady Azura. ‘Twould be most troubling for me if it isn’t to your liking… ”

Oh. Is it?

My, my. The tender little morsels he couldn't even ungraciously call his own, ah! As if they would be allowed, granted some genuine blessing hand in hand beneath his beloved stars. Marriage, she says. Hah. Perish the indecent thought indeed. Filth was hardly fit for family, all the more fitting considering the only sense of family he ever so much as had turned tail and stabbed him in the back.

And yet, they wonder why he isn't crude enough to willingly take it from behind. With a roll of his heels, the rogue proceeds to pause just beyond what tenderly inviting space made up Sayuri's tent, the smile he folds is almost too round at it's own edges. Oh so devilish in his own right, or entirely stripped lack thereof. Sigh!

❛ — How easy you are to rile.. worry not, I will take my pleasure in other ways.  ❜

[a-hagar]

Don’t ask them  to stay,  Don’t do it, if they wanted to stay they would, It’s that simple.

you said you needed freedom, I didn’t realize I was a prison // A.H.  (via tender-souls)

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　　&♞. *　　SLOPPY LIPS are donned on lethargic, 　　half-lidded features,　　 CURLS OF GOLDEN-WHEAT splayed on the curvature of Leon’s head. 　　He sighs, 　　but not from weariness nor discontent, 　　more on the LINES OF SATISFACTION as he pulls the covers even further.　　 ( 　　Up to his chin,　　 to be exact,　　 body stubbornly curled in the refusal of movement. 　　) 

　　❛　　 Your happiness is mine as well,　　❜ 　　he replies honestly,　　 slipping his hand away from the WHISPY WHITENESS of his retainer’s hair,　　 fingers more concerned with the INSPECTION of Zero’s features. 　　❛　　 You need to shave,　　❜ 　　he complains half-heartedly, 　　the pads of fingertips FALLING AWAY to silken sheets as he spouts out what comes to mind instantly. 　　NO FILTER, 　　in the depths of the morning, 　　where walls aren’t built so high he’s safe from the weight of perceived perfection that THREATENS TO SEEP IN. 

　　LIPS THE TASTE of laughter, 　　Leon lifts his upper body in reluctance as he BLINKS RAPIDLY to release the sleep from his eyes.　　 ❛ 　　However, it’s no good to indulge me. 　　You should know that.　　❜  　　The gruffness of his voice softens, 　　❛　　 Not that I mind.　　❜ 

How heavenly he looks.

Almost as if a bed of honeyed roses bloomed in place of Leon's thorns cleverly tucked away somewhere just beneath. Ah, with no need for Brynhildr to remain so ardently and deliciously pressed up against him all too tightly, he takes deliberate care in setting the divine tome and all of her mystical wrapped wonders just underneath his little master's pillow where it rightfully belonged.

Of course, all before comfortably retaking his boldly previous claim in curling up beside the dark knight still grasping at what fleeting attempts yet elude him at returning to peaceful sleep.

❛ — Oh, I know well enough. Just as this body of mine has endured every act of indulgence in turn. Shall we get up then?  ❜

What a shame it would be if the very brunt of their day was spent to shamelessly withering away at the indulging hands of another. Heh heh!

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geminid:

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zimmercalla

     Alrighty this is something a few weeks overdue? But I neither had the time to type it out nor knowledge of what exactly I wanted to say. But I figured I owed it to myself to at least do one of these darn things? Especially since I never did any milestone stuff before. Quite frankly, I still don’t know everything I wanna say, but I know the moment I start typing it’ll more than likely drag on, haha. So first let’s get some general stuff out before it gets into the personal bits– which I promise to keep short because anyone who knows me knows I suck at keeping shit short.

     I may not talk to very many people despite being here for a little over two years. And there’s hardly any of my old partners here anymore, but that’s okay. You guys now are just as awesome if not more?? So what if there’s always a bit of shitposting going on– more often than not it makes me laugh and we all need a breather from life, right? That’s what this whole thing is about. More than anything, I’ve yet to come across any other fandom that’s so warm and welcoming and goddamn familial and it just astonishes me. Honestly, it was such a relief to get to come back here after I put Sev on hiatus and went into another fandom that turned out to be overly toxic and cliquey.

     I love getting to be a part of this community and if nothing else is taken from this post please note this: I know I’m way too shy to approach just about any of you, but know that I’m always more than willing to lend an ear if you need someone. And please, don’t ever be afraid or hopping over even if it’s just to say hi. I’d love more than anything to talk with everyone more.

     Wonderful people I love seeing / should talk to more /                    should talk to in general tbfh

@gailladre (and your many blogs) // @ofthelace // @girlofthegarou // @royal-botanist // @princepsmarmoreum // @bornxsteward // @fatesaccomplice // @faithled // @bewitchinqs // @amnesiums // @envoutante–fleur // @iiunsei // @achiingblood // @ditzysavior // @arrowbound // @trxubadour // @exaltedswordsmaster // @dragonfxng // @drakonubiytsa // @glorycrowned // @hoshidanroyal // @acerbicsamurai // @salviitas // @kyrielles // @blindlyxdivine // @draconicaxprinceps // @felicecia // @requiemsoldier // @maetsae

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Rendered speechless by Zero’s teasing - how unacceptable!

With a fluid motion upwards and a tug, Leo easily reburies himself beneath the covers, only a sliver of golden hair and eyes visible in the newly form mound comprised of a prince and finely curated threads. Grumpy frown hidden, his eyes still stare accusingly at his retainer. (Though truly the gesture is appreciated. Who else could pluck the blooming worries in his mind with the ease of practiced hands?)

“Fine, fine - it’s warmer here even with the draft you let in.” It takes a great deal of effort to even remotely sound irked (especially with his voice muffled beneath sheets). 

It grows on it’s own. The small, tender laughter that is, at the absurdity of the situation - how mundane and domestic, lovely in fact - a pocket in time to bask in his own, commonly forgotten humanity.

Ah, crafty thief got his tongue?

Just what would his precious people think if they knew. How scandalous! A petty retainer in control of his master's tongue. Oh, the things the devil would do...

How fortunate that he is a man of such wickedly implied and so equally vile nature no more. Leo taught him the importance of life when he had none, filled to the brim with reason and dare he say, hope.

Ah, that look. Has he done something wrong? Punishable by only the strictness that could be called Nohrian law? But of course, who else in their entirely wrong of self-righteous mind would dare pull the covers down so achingly close to exposure.. when the wind angled on them just right, why, he almost grins to the thought of his losses like a man thankfully maddened.

❛ — Cold, are you? I can think of a few ways to keep us warm.  ❜

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     It wasn’t as if she had been exactly opposed to spending more time around him, per say. After all, there was nothing scandalous to be had with the desire of  BUILDING  new bonds between other comrades. Rather honestly, one might even say it was beneficial, for adopting trust outside of battle could help in the long run.

      What Sayuri didn’t expect, however, was the  BRAZEN  way Zero had approved of her innocent proposal. In fact, such words were laced with quite the rich, velvety tone non-befitting of a proper gentleman, she couldn’t help but flush from the mere romantic insinuation between them, causing her very eyes to widen and her lips to part widely open.

     “ F-Fie, Sir Zero, must you be so bold?! ” Sayuri exclaims. “ Nay, as handsome as you might be, I assure you ‘twould be further from the case! ” she quickly added. My, if he could be this much of a tease, then she couldn’t very well imagine the other  WICKED  things he might later on say. Either way, as promised, Sayuri wasn’t about to back off from her offer. Little by little, she even initiates a tentative nod.

      “ W-We shall. To my quarters then? I know not of any bakery or tea house that is still ope at this hour… ” 

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Ahah, nothing scandalous indeed.

How naughty of him to assume such a thing. Why, he should be punished for the very thought had the oh so pleasant sheen of vivid red to catch perfectly at her cheeks not been all the more tempting. Mm, it’s almost painful to pull out ( and after he’s already gotten in so delightfully deep, too ) but scaring the poor woman off was furthest from his intentions. .. which remained rather questionable in their wildly conflicted nature.

Oh, just what was he doing? Getting close is a mistake, it always is. To take temptation at it’s very whim may prove ecstatically filling, but everyone disappears come the climactic end. Nothing lasts forever, not even the beauty imprinted by the moon’s glow will remain and he knows, oh does he- better than ever and twice as much as any who even so much as claim to have survived the claws of their own real world.

With a silent sweep of each worn tatter adorning his cloak in cynical kiss, he delves back into the secretive trail lined in emerald underbrush that brought them here.

❛ — Hah, bold. Inviting me to your secret lair? How could I refuse...  ❜ 

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  “Now, look. I’ve had to swallow plenty of things I didn’t want to, but I don’t have to be c-”       Tharia’s feet leave the ground to her surprise, and is none too pleased to now be given no option but to cling to Zero’s back unless she wished to greet the ground again. Given the proximity, Tharia finds herself with the luxury to hiss in his ear. “Then I’ll have something precious of yours if you carry me longer than you insist is strictly necessary. Because I frankly feel really stupid looking doing this.” Clinging to anyone like a child was weird enough.

   "Honestly…! I never took you for the one to take to carrying wounded allies.“ She has to adjust herself and hoist herself up a bit higher against his back, and regrips the dagger in one of her hands. ”Onwards, then… Suppose we won’t get far just bickering about the predicament.“

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Oh, please.

Come now, it only takes all but the world’s most vile wonders forced through one miserably empty eye socket in place of what lonely little rancid little sapphire still so scornfully remains to see. Quite clearly at that. Ah, with the added weight this could be oh so troublesome indeed. Thankfully they’ve the means to at the very worst, scrape their deplorable knees against what may remain of a makeshift campsite long since abandoned.

So there were others who staked their very lives out, the worthlessness of it all, right here in the forest’s very core brimming with hot tenacity. Hah, how amusing. As for that darling little hiss, he aims the sudden curl of his lips and almost fires underhandedly where almost certainly, the rush of his spiteful breath curves just along the underside of her preciously exposed jaw whilst pressing on through swamp condemned debris and vile muck. 

Ugh.

❛ — Now, now.. that’s no way to treat your savior. Let’s try to get along, hm? From the looks of it, we are going to be stuck in this hole for quite a while.   ❜

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     Courteous enough to give him room to work and traverse the depths beyond her, Charlotte’s lips are still drawn thin and her steps are purposefully more careful. Wooden steps groan and protest their weight but do not bend– not any more than they have already, that is. What amusement Zero is drawing from this is either from her own lack of knowledge or for some grand prank of his own design, a punchline yet to be seen until they’re safely at the bottom and his building laughter is once again at her expense.

     They’d fought together, truly back-to-back now; trust is still, still ever-fleeting and a long way coming for the likes of him.

     “Like I said,” not a fan of having to repeat her questions, numerous as they are, and so Charlotte’s voice is stressed, far from a whisper despite the rest of her careful movements, “why go for my stuff? There’s plenty of people higher up on the chain, with fatter wallets– if these louts wanted a payday, surely they could’ve cheated someone else outta it?”

     More groans from the woodworks, but she speeds up to avoid Zero leaving her behind completely– perhaps an ill thought, after the afternoon they’d had, but she doesn’t let a possibility slip by.

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Aw. Ah, ah, ah!

Now there's the all too satisfying sound of someone who hasn't been too fond for listening. And so they press ever onward with the permeating stretch of cleverly inviting darkness scraping so intently just at their daring heels.

Mm, well. Isn't that odd? When the floor takes an all too sudden dip he's almost swept away in surprise one of them hadn't simply fallen through the cracks to impale themselves just below. A starved pit of pleasantly thick spikes simply waiting for someone to impale.

My, how quaint. Do excuse the laugh. He's seen and had better. Ugh, amateurs. 

❛ — Oh dear, that was close... and to answer your question? They went for your goods because they were just that easy, why else? Be sure to step around, won’t you? It wouldn’t do to waste ourselves here.  ❜

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     Why, how long has it been since she last had a proper moon viewing session from that far  BELOW  the star canopied sky? It now seemed as if it were ages ago, but regardless, Sayuri just hoped that with every lingering moment dwindling by, she wouldn’t soon forget, nor would she not attempt to memorize the outline and contours of Zero’s countenance as he sneakily  SLINKS  off. 

     In fact, her head would swivel to face him, accompanied by a smile that quirked just a tad bit upwards from his words. Oh, his face itself sure wasn’t quite unpleasant to look at. Rather honestly, she’d even  DARE  say that it would serve as a comfort during battle, for his was the face of a man who was deemed trustworthy in her eyes.

      “ Though I know not of what you may require, you need only request it of me. ” Sayuri states, just before initiating a short respective bow forward. “ ‘Twoud do me a great service and honor, if I have any way of paying you back somehow. Mayhaps you like tea? Or some cakes? ” she patiently suggests, only to saunter her way over. Within seconds, Sayuri perched her back right against the nearest tree, not too  FAR  away from him as if to signify the reassurance he wasn’t to be alone.

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Oho! Assuredly enough, he could transpire a vast array of oh so suggestive ways for her to pay him back in due kind... ah, someone to service him, finally. No more walking about with every thought and intention to follow set upon the venture of someone else's heels to simply tug him along for the grand scheme of all things.

Mm, no. He never fancied the idea of playing puppy, but the leash and collar aspect was most helpful in some special cases, heheh!

Well then, with the moon to be worn as their very own pearl to rightfully reward those who so valiantly chase her... such a beautiful bask in the ethereal sheen of her prized glow they've been given. Waste not want not! Much as his love for the moon runs terribly deep, he rather not freeze to his death come the prick of midnight.

❛ — Was this meant to be a date after all? How flattering. Tempting.. tea and cakes sound lovely. Shall we go then?  ❜

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a rotten core           concealed by l i e s

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@arrowbound​

　　&♞. *　　HE HAD ALWAYS been prepared to die, 　　but he didn’t know what it was LIKE TO SURVIVE.

　　VULNERABLE IN THE WAY he cared too much: 　　fingered death like some BREATHING,　　LIVING THING and was afraid he’d forget that person’s face. 　　 ❛ 　Zero,　❜ 　　is on his lips but does not come out: 　　instead the blast is searing; hot &. 　　 burning, 　　 &. 　　 because he is not looking he falls to the earth with a HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM &. 　　 mouth curled in the twisted MARRING OF PAIN.

　　 ❛ 　Zero,　❜ 　　 he tries to say again but his vision is a kaleidoscope of broken glass &. 　　 shattered scars, 　　 blood on the splattering of his horse’s neck &. 　　 he realizes he HASN’T BEEN BREATHING. 　　 I’m going to die, 　　 he thinks, 　　I’m going to die, 　　 he thinks, 　　 &. 　　 I didn’t get to say goodbye.

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　/ / / 

　　HE WAKES with a shuddering breath: 　　 he’s static, 　　 mind reeling, 　　 eyes adjusting, 　　 his bedroom EMERGING FROM A BATTLEFIELD. 　　 ❛ 　There is no danger here,　❜ 　　 he says aloud, 　　 if only to disquiet the silence and his own sense of dread.

　　HIS THOUGHTS come chaotically. 　　 Short, disorganized. 　　 Split in the middle — 　　 Brynhildr? 　　He searches restlessly for a familiar object only to be distracted by his BANDAGED HANDS, 　　 movement hampered by their tight hold on his aching skin. 　　So he TEARS THEM off, 　　one by one, 　　 watches the white unwrap to BROKEN VEINED, 　　scarred skin, 　　 a rage of purple &. red; 　　distorted, 　　 disfigured skin. 

　　HE’S HORRIFIED by it’s ugliness — 　　 by the scarring that must be his PAYMENT FOR BEING CARELESS; 　　for keeping his life. 　　So distracted is he he doesn’t recognize the sudden silence: 　　 the sheer quiet of being truly, 　　inevitably alone, 　　which he hasn’t been since he opened Brynhildr’s tome and it SPOKE TO HIM as a child. 

　　HE CAN’T FIND BRYNHILDR. 　　Instead he takes a fire tome and tries to summon fire but it doesn’t come: 　　 only a sputter BEFORE IT’S GONE. 　　He tries again &. 　　 again, 　　with lighting &. 　　 ice &. 　　 wind, 　　 &. their lack of response, 　　 their flicker before they die out died just like something inside him.

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　/ / /

　　LEON IS A SERIES of experiences he doesn’t want to believe. 　　He doesn’t tell anyone but he has one person HE CAN TRUST to tell. 　　 Is Zero even alive? 　　He refuses to acknowledge that thought: 　　his words are brisk orders and shoulders shoving trapping palms away that might put him back to bed.

　　❛ 　I need to see my retainer,　❜ 　　 he repeats, 　　 like a mantra, 　　 but what he’s really saying is, 　　❛ 　I need to see Zero,　❜ 　　 and he doesn’t allow anyone to stop him. 　　He has to know IF HE’S ALIVE, 　　he has to —

　　❛ 　Zero —　❜ 　　 The name is uttered like a hummingbird hovering inside his throat, 　　voice vulnerable &. 　　 raw as he enters the room, 　　his lover’s gaze turned away, 　　reminiscent bandages wrapped around his skin. 　　Leon tries to HOLD BACK TEARS he’s been holding in. 　　❛ 　I’m so glad —　❜ 　　 His voice breaks,　　 so he makes sloppy attempts of gaining his composure,　　 ❛ 　I’m so relieved you’re alive. I thought I … I thought I had lost you.　❜ 　　 &.　　 in this relief in being reunited,　　 Leon doesn’t think about the magic that REFUSES TO OBEY HIM,　　 the divine weapon that no longer speaks,　　 or the weight of knowing he’s now useless to faze him.　　 At least he has this.

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Their faces, all of their stupidly morbid faces are the collection of war trophies scum like him hangs on the would be walls of home. Thoughts remain ever scattered, precarious dips in time that resonate as shards cutting into the sudden and frighteningly unfamiliar bareness of trembling hands with every attempt to simply grasp.

Why? Why can't he remember? The scent of death rides nigh at his heels of this much he is certain, a battle must have took place none too long ago when the sweet surge of adrenaline slowing to an all numbing halt still scorches his veins. All tightly wound and so thoughtfully wrapped up. Ah, did he get hurt? Where is the boy? And still, they scoff beneath their privileged breaths or continue to turn disgusted all seething eyes to the sheer venomous audacity of such words.

Lord Leon was already severely debilitated during the battle, but now you wish to play these sick games too? Lord Leon, Lord Leon...

Silently, he continues to overturn the very name upon the tip of his tongue as his stomach seems to turn the very same. He feels as if he has forgotten something, something important as it was sacred...something meaningful, but most of all...

The name of someone who was everything to him now stepping through that door to just barely unbar the shackles of condemned memories. ...and it isn't enough. They may know each other's names, but beyond the exchange of such a heartfelt moment, he knows nothing else or even the words he dares speak.

❛ — You..do I...? You’re Prince Leon of Nohr. What could a royal want with me, I wonder...  ❜