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☼ ° 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑.

six on the dot every morning, eyes fluttered open to the gentle rays of the sunrise peeking in through dark curtains; giovanni stirred out of habit, stretched out his limbs———a figure was beside him, cold hands resting on his back, golden hair tickling his face where it hid against a shoulder. this skin smelled like aymeric, it felt like his; giovanni would know this flesh ANYWHERE, this hold felt like home. but it couldn’t be. you are dreaming. even in sleep you harm yourself. yet he moved, touched hand to chest & the man beside him did not vanish nor turn to dust in his fingers; he was there, he was real. giovanni jumped, yanked away too quickly.

then he remembered. yesterday, ragged man leaning in his doorway, a hollow shell of the one he’d loved & lost, a bath where touch was flinched away from in habitual fear; don’t touch me. so this was real. relaxing again, giovanni let himself lie back down next to aymeric, fingers stretching to curiously brush hair from his face. like he used to. ❛ apologies, i … i forgot. you startled me. did you … sleep ? ❜

@elucidcte ik i asked You for vampire bf but giovanni kick me

𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳, but not as it had before. that pain would never return, could never return———he had hoped, desperately, that it was so. for the first time in what felt like centuries, aymeric had slept, exhaustion too deep in his bones not to fall into a proper slumber; shared beside his beloved. was he loved, still as readily as he loved the man beside him? the thoughts tugged at his mind, incessantly, when consciousness tore him away from the unfamiliar darkness. though he’d flinched away from giovanni yesterday, he couldn’t help how he gravitated toward him, as if they were meant to mould together———perhaps they were, even after all this time.

resisting the urge to move away again from touch, so used to it inflicting suffering, aymeric gazed up to him. he was still so beautiful, heart-achingly so, the dull feeling making his breath hitch only slightly. ❛ i did, ❜ came his voice, remnants of its previous hoarseness remaining, ❛ is this alright? ❜ it was an inquiry bred from that doubt that latched itself onto the back of his mind, so close to him now, the natural urge of doing so, that he hadn’t stopped to wonder if giovanni had even wanted him there.

#( ☼ ° 𝙰𝚈𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽. / writing. ° )#fellas

justanotherrpmeme

Send 💬 for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

#( ☽ ° 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂. ° )#hello i have returned #plz send this is such a good prompt #i will attempt to write today

☼ ° 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐎.

❛ i’m much too bored of this already … ❜ the lesson had only just begun——–five minutes ago, if not even less than that. octavo couldn’t even remember what he was meant to be ‘learning’ this time; perhaps it was something to do with war ? not that he remembered what it was last time, either, or anything about the imports——-besides the bare minimum that ocalis imported. to somewhere. & that somewhere was on the map; somewhere.

he HATED every bit of this; octavo wasn’t made to be a prince consort, he was barely made to be more than a husband ! slouching in the chair he’d been sat in, he kicked a leg up on the table to lean back; sighing, wishing he were with sunny, buying him a new golden bow. ❛ the merchants are back again, you know; the jeweler might have new earrings for us ! ❜

@elucidcte u said u wanted to write wen....

𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶. the thing did not leap from it like it might have the last time they'd tried this, but instead morwenna held it back; she would have patience, even if it drove her absolutely mad. the tomes upon tomes that were laid out among them ( not even for him to read! just for her reference! ) were fresh, one's she had sent to the capital from the north, for the express purpose of teaching. it was IMPORTANT, she reminded herself, even if her husband would not treat it as such. a heavy, familiar weight wore down on her chest as she huffed, looking at octavo with her brows furrowed.

❛ we will see them when we are done here, ❜ there was an air of annoyance that she simply couldn't put aside, making her voice taut as she spoke. delicate, calloused fingers pushed at one of the tiles on the wooden map, bringing it northward. ❛ as i was saying; general wiscar, before he was king, brought his men to breigh, half the force of thaevell———are you listening? ❜

#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴. / writing. ° )

what were your hands meant to do?

NOURISH.

Maybe you should invest in flour. You work, work hard and sometimes you feel like that’s all you can do. That it'll never pay off. But there’s no greater feeling than to see the joy you bring to others, to see them succeed with the tools you gave them. You may not be a leader, but a leader’s spine, shoulders, ribs. You are the dawn before the sun. It’s sweet, too sweet, but it’s better than nothing. You are endless golden fields, salt of the earth, and the lives of all who devour it.

TAGGED BY: @lotheringsworn thank u 🥺 TAGGING: anyone who hasn’t done this yet!

#( ☼ ° 𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻. / character. ° )#you are the dawn before the SUN #UGH!

turnitdownsometimes

“I’m not a charity a case.” “Correct. You are a medical case.”

Love Is Blind

#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / character. ° )

i didn’t mention this in maja’s bio but she lit rally doesn’t know how to fight when helgen is destroyed & decides to go to j.orrvaskr for that very reason b/c she isn’t about to go find the dragonstone unprepared which, i think is fun, because in the meantime of her training, dragons are running amok & she has to clean all that up eventually :’)

#( ☽ ° 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ° )#she is but a simple cabbage farmer #how tf is she supposed to go to a DRAUGR INFESTED RUIN!#BYE F.ARENGAR GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

i forgot to add two very important strong ladies on this blog but they’re here, now! check out maja ( skyrim, dovahkiin ) & morwenna ( d&d ) over on the info page! :3

#( ☽ ° 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ° )#got all the buff girls on here now i prosper #also tag drop #( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙰𝙹𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁-𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙰𝙹𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁-𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴. / character. ° )

@theredconqueror sent 💬! / meme.

❛ 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶. ❜ a weary, slurred admission, said without much thought to whose ears it would reach. nathaniel did not often find solace this deep in his cups, nor did he often find it entirely pertinent to voice it to a stranger; but this would have to do. memories heavy on his chest, mind muddled by watered down ale, he spoke freely, not entirely expecting a response, as if he spoke to the wind.

#( ☼ ° 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴. / writing. ° )#i hope this is ok!#got kinda stuck with the generator so this was my best option <3

vavaharrison

2.08

#( ☼ ° 𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻. / character. ° )

@guiltsworn sent 💬! / meme.

❛ 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂. ❜ it was obvious, but with her nerves, how could she not voice it? it was quiet, careful, murmured loud enough for him to hear.

any other day, thalia'd be fine with a casual shoplift; it was a pastime for the pair, for fuck's sake! but today, today was different——she was NERVOUS. perhaps it'd been the brief encounter she'd had with amos that day ( he always made her on edge, no matter how he looked or spoke to her, ) or maybe it was the difference in the environment. the usual clerk wasn't behind the counter, she could tell from where they stood across the street, & she didn't recognize who it was. maybe they had better eyes, better ears; actually payed attention to who came in & out of the corner store.

she absently leaned forward on her feet, hands in her pockets, a frown tugging her down. ❛ can't we go someplace else? ❜ asked she, a little louder; an innocent question, to the unknowing ear. the best pair of pleading eyes became her's, as she gazed up ( ugh, up! ) at vic. ❛ please? ❜

#( ☼ ° 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / writing. ° )#*blows a kiss to the wind* for u

@sangueoro / have some kid shenans

❛ 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙿𝙰𝙿𝙰 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁... ❜ words began strong, but quickly were pinched off, as were her brows; isolda was a bold girl, her mother had always said so, speaking her mind whenever she pleased. this time, though, she thought before she spoke fully ( a rare occurrence! ) & contemplated what exactly she was trying to ask. will he ever smile? will he ever be happy? she had thought, when they were younger, that he was———it was naive to think so. and now that she were older, & understood with at least some notion of the sorrow her father had endured, she couldn't help the curiosity that tipped her tongue, even if it were a subject sensitive to them all.

when she found her words, isolda could not help but frown. it was thoughtful, still, but sad; she knew what had become of marti's mother. it was unfair, but so long ago, & she spent countless hours wondering what it must have been like to see him truly joyful. not the hollow, barely-holding-on breed of it that he had now. ❛ do you think he will love, again? ❜ it was a burst after her pause, leaning forward slightly as her voice lowered, so as to not be heard by any ears that may drop eaves. ❛ he loves us, i know, but... he must be lonely, yes? ❜

#( ☼ ° 𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙰. / writing. ° )#:)

WATCH THE STARS, & SEE YOURSELF WITHIN THEM.

an indie, private, canon & oc multimuse written by kellin.

#multimuse rp #oc rp #d&d rp #fantasy rp #da rp #well lads #here we are #( ☽ ° 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ° )

@guiltsworn sent ... vic hands silas a jagged looking rock. ❛ you could have told me you dropped your brain... ❜

𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂. there was a twitch to his lip, bringing it into a smirk that said very funny without saying it aloud. he takes the rock, contemplates what on earth he could do with it, & simply holds it, looking at vic with brows furrowed. ❛ thanks, lad. ❜ gruffly. not amused, but indulgent all the same. ❛ appreciate it, but i think thises’ your dad's... ❜ silas pushed it back to him, insistently, brows shifting to raise, expectant after such a half-assed joke.

#( ☽ ° 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / writing. ° )#thank you for my life

( iv )

#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙽𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙽𝙴. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙰. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙰. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝚂𝙺𝚈. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝚂𝙺𝚈. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. / character. ° )#FINALLY

( iii )

#( ☼ ° 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴 𝙴𝚁𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚂. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴 𝙴𝚁𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚂. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚈𝚇. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚈𝚇. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴. / character. ° )

( ii )

#( ☼ ° 𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰 𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝚂𝙺𝚈. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰 𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝚂𝙺𝚈. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙰. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙰. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙹𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙹𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙼𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙴. / character. ° )

( i )

#( ☽ ° 𝙾𝙾𝙲. ° )#( ☽ ° 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂. ° )#( ☽ ° 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳 𝙳𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚃. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳 𝙳𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚃. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙰𝚈𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙰𝚈𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙲𝙰𝙳𝙼𝚄𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙻. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙲𝙰𝙳𝙼𝚄𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙻. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙻. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙻. / character. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻. / writing. ° )#( ☼ ° 𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰 𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻. / character. ° )

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