they are merely DUST

How many must I KNOCK DOWN before they LEARN?

[galoria-blog]

[formoformose-blog]

@xdarkpassage

“I should have known, Aurelion.” Like a crumbling tower, he remained standing. Strong and unmoving, even as his voice betrayed him. And yet his pride dictated that he did not show it. He would remain standing.

But gods be damned he wanted to fall apart. He was so, so tired of being strong, he wanted to be weak for once. To be comforted.

But that had been what landed him in this position.

“I should have known that opening up to a mortal was a mistake.”

          Without hesitation, without fear of repercussion, Aurelion circles Thresh again and sweeps him closer with his tail. He presses into him, letting the star matter within his body to try and pass on a ginger warmth to the other. All that he’s seen and all that he has been told brings sympathy forth, and the memories Thresh has both shared and shown to Aurelion only brings the Celestial dragon in closer, tighter. 

          “Mortals,” he begins simply. “Are trickier beings than we’d like to think. You couldn’t have known this.”

          It’s not all your fault.

[thchuntarchive]

💋 GOTCHA HEAD KISSES FROM DAD DRAGON....... sort of. theyre more like grooming licks. dad stop

the 💋 of death except the other way around / accepting

Lamb’s entire body tilt to one side as the Creator draws his long tongue along the top of her head, mussing her hair and leaving her disheveled. She remains in her leaned position for a moment, evidently at a loss for how to react, as Aurelion captures a laughing, teasing Wolf from the sky and swipes a kiss on his head, as well. Wolf presses in, asking for more – “More, Creator!” – and Aurelion obliges, giving Wolf’s cheek another affectionate lick before glancing down at the still apparently shell-shocked Lamb on his paw. 

“Lamb?” the Creator prompts her. “Are you alright, child?” 

After a moment, Lamb straightens, then glances at her hooves and kicks them back and forth in mechanical contemplation. 

“Yes,” she says at last, her voice soft as she presses her index fingers together in apparent embarrassment – or, at least, a shockingly convincing mimicry of such, “I am quite alright, Creator.” 

After another moment: “Thank you.” 

[fantrolleses]

For every 💗 I get I'll give you the name of a mun I really admire.

[heartsnmagic]

[soulhoarder-deactivated20170604]

@formoformose

[slunchy]

I refuse to kill another dragon for as long as I play Skyrim

I was fighting this Blood Dragon when, in the middle of the fight, he just lands and stops fighting back. No matter how many times I shot him he wouldn’t move, he’d only watch me - it was the cutest thing.

I could run around him and jump on his tail and he’d just keep looking at me and tilting his head, it was so precious… he even let me run under his belly and he’d crane his neck to look at me upside-down… we are friends now…

[earthenpyre-archives-blog]

Visit Original Link

└▶ Everybody Wants To Rule The World || Lorde

Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you

Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on Mother Nature Everybody wants to rule the world

[soulhoarder-deactivated20170604]

haha i lied have one more picture before i die

@formoformose

[formoformose-blog]

Boop.

...

Bleps at him.

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

                                                       & just one mistake is all it will take

                                                            we’ll go down in HISTORY.

                                                  ( remember me, for C E N T U R I E S )

[tamelcss-blog]

When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you, and the whole wide world’s comin’ after you, I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name.

                 Oh, Lazarus- how did your debts get paid?

[amyfarrahs-deactivated20161015]

[thchuntarchive]

Immediately, Lamb ducks her head under the Creator’s command. “Yes, Creator,” she says, although she does not sound embarrassed nor shamed. That is no surprise. She knows neither of those emotions. 

Free now to gush about all the fleshlings he so desperately craves to devour, Wolf leaps into action, apparently unaware of the Creator’s evident distaste of the Scorn of the Moon. If he does not wish to hear of her, Wolf will not speak of her – it is simple. 

“Yes, Creator!” he exclaims, panting. “Ah, the Deceiver. From Noxus, this fleshling is! What dirty and trite illusionist spells she indulges in!” Wolf laughs as he thinks of it. 

“Tricky, she is! Cunning, she is!” 

“Many times I have thought I would be called to meet her,” Lamb agrees. “Many a time she has evaded my grip by the thinnest of hairs. Comparable even to the Chronobreaker, in some strange ways.” 

“Haha! How invulnerable and powerful this fleshling thinks herself!” Wolf chuckles to himself. “My favorite types of fleshlings, Creator – those types that think I will not touch them until they say so!” He howls his amusement, rolls in the air and exposes his bellow to the sky. 

“Ah, how wonderfully they crunch between my teeth, Creator!” Wolf exclaims. “How wonderful are the hunts.”  

[formoformose-blog]

          Aurelion Sol laughs lightly, truly warmed by the duo’s desires and fascination for the chase. There is no putting into words how he missed them so, despite his previously callous behavior. An undeniable warmth seems to fill the air around the three of them as the celestial being listens to Wolf go on about the chase. 

          “You will get her eventually.” He muses. “After all, she is simply a human. They do not possess the wit to outrun you forever. Even the tricky Deceiver.” 

          Truly, if she had been that cunning, Aurelion Sol knows he would have noticed her existence by now. There are humans he cares to remember enough, after all -- the ferocity of the Executioner reminds him of a similar species to Aurelion himself, though more akin to the terrestrial breed and thus lower than him; the half-dragon, so fittingly named, is only half worth mentioning, but she is kind nonetheless. The list goes onward, truly, but for this Deceiver to outrun his deconstructing companions for so long amuses him -- a pitiful attempt to escape the inevitable. She will not be missed. 

          “I would say the stars will watch and cheer for this hunt of yours, but I’m afraid she is of no interest to me, nor will she ever be.” Aurelion’s haughty tone does not escape without a low, gravel-shaking chuckle. “But I hope you make it a good show for someone who’s so disgustingly evaded you for such a long time.”

[thoodleoo]

If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell.

Virgil, Aeneid VII.312 (via thoodleoo)

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

im finally up and breakfast today is cheese sticks

[starrycelestialmusings-deactiva]

                 oн, wнy don'т yoυ jυѕт ѕнυт υp

                             and мove aѕιde вeғore

                                                ι мaĸe yoυ

[formoformose-blog]

them: i think i've fallen for you.

muse: well get up.