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‘ You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart. ‘

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HOW IT HURTS, to hear the truth one's kept hidden in the bottom of their heart for so long.But a knight always know how to aim for scars that are yet healed ( now blood like tears stains his pride ). To say that he thought himself as an immortal, untouchable ; Nevermore shall he see men like less than a threat, and especially this one who holds the keys to every pandora's boxes he's been burrying in the confine of his soul. Oh, what great powers this mortal has over him ! SUCH COVENANTS NEVER GO UNPUNISHED, for caring and loving come with a price - and there is no greater sin that to play with human lifes. By trying to change the rules and craft a new destiny for a man everyone thought lost, it is fate that comes and punish him, wearing the skin of half of his soul.

ANGER COULD HAVE BEEN HIS ANSWER, eons ago, when wrath ruled over the empire of his core, but pain and nostalgia washes over the shore of his heart ( Long ago, the mother of Winter abandonned him, should he live once more through this ordeal ? ).EYES ARE CLOSED AND REOPENED, as if this reality would erase itself to leave room for a better ending, as if he could change present into a lie and soothe himself with the visions of past dreams and hopes that he fed for so long with the wish of love and kindness. But nothing change, and the knight's features remain the same - cold like the iron of his armor, his sharp gaze cutting through a God's essence like his sword would. —— Leave, if you so desire. I would rather roam this world alone that blind myself with sweet lies. “PRIDE ROARS IN HIS SPEECH, and yet, sorrow fill his eyes and echoes in his voice. Fangs not as sharp as they were, the pain that stems from his bite is hardly as unpleasant as it used to be ( he's an old stray, the wolf blood in his vein fading as he was tamed )

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’ You’re walking on gallows ground, and there’s a rope around your neck. ‘

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OH, THE FALLEN ONES SPEAK SO WELL, and yet, he knows nothing of the misery betrayal brings - it is a cold and disgusting sentence that burdens his name and disfigures his legend ! How could he understand, he who gave nothing to men and was not punished for his generosity ( nevermore shall he trust those vermins, worms crawling upon earth before they burry themselves into graves ) ? And now that even his kinds turn against him, he fills the iron of sharp daggers against his back, viciously veiled under threats.

HE GROWLS, like the beast he is, showing fangs that glimmer like the moon's pale halo. For flames never let themselves tame unless they are killed, he will follow this burning nature of his and erase from the field of possibilities any form of surrender ! —— You will not menace a God with impunity, you sad creature. “ PRIDE KEEPS HIS HEAD UP, unafraid to fight against those who wish to see him fall from his throne of grace and glory.

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‘ You are so full of shit it’s a wonder your eyes don’t turn brown. ‘

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WHAT CAN BE ANSWERED TO THIS, but the essence of wrath made into a roar ? Animal features crease the mask of his face, and fangs appears under lips so human it could have fooled more than one. Such heresy ! Such foolishness ! Punishment calls in the form of fire, cleansing, purging irreverent souls. How he'd love to crush him, leaves naught behind but the cinders of a man who thought himself a warrior.

THE IMPRESSIVE FRAME OF A GIANT LEANS DOWN, over the freil silhouette of a jokester, claws digging the ground into a pit - it circles like a colliseum the gladiator, like Titan's earthly prison. And as fire brings its infernal warmth, eyes shinning like a blaze look into the mind of this proud soldier - disdain melts into disgust, humanity echoing whithin a god'soul like a terrible song. —— Be gone. “FIRES DANCE LIKE A MASS IN A TRANCE, growing ever near to their victim - one last waltz he presents to the one the Blade Master chose as his equal.

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anonymous requested: how about some ifrit gifs? your bahamut one was amazing! + an in-depth look: ifrit. – ifrit in final fantasy xv appears as a demonic humanoid. he is smaller than most astrals, but bigger than a normal human. he has bronze skin, long dark hair, and red eyes. he wears a golden wrist and ankle bracers, and a crown or a helmet. he has long twisted horns and claw-like nails. he is topless and radiates heat, the air around him aflame.

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J A I M E  ( ᶜʳᵒʷᶰᶜˡᵃʷᵉᵈ ) ‘‘

to say that Jaime was baffled would be an understatement in the very least. for when someone heard the name ‘ lannister ’ , it was oft implied that they sought out the house for money or gold. if this one held no interest in anyone of the house save Jaime , then the knight treaded carefully on words exchanged with this merchant. appearances aided him none whatsoever in quelling the suspicion that this one had the potential to be dangerous. there’s a look of wanton desire ; it’s as promiscuous as it is stated ( yet unstated ) with the look he gives the lion.

those hues of ivy do not abscond with the words this seller has to offer ; there’s a damned fire that flickers at the degree of obscurity and how ludicrous it all sounds the more the smiling knight ponders this. yet , he still had his claws. should the worst come to pass , he would seek to use them.  

❛❛   ──so what ? you expect me to believe I am to accompany you , who I have only just met , to this journey laden with treasures and gold ? i’m not in it for material gain. prove to me you are genuine , and i’ll accompany you. now , how you will prove that is entirely up to you , but know you have a limited window to convince me to accompany you before the affairs of king’s landing get my attention. hop to it , merchant.

HOW HE WOULD LAUGH if only the severe eyes of lion was not fixed upon him - but he's the biggest predator here, not even the volture this man thinks him to be ( oh, he's much more than that ). Smiling like the devil, keeping his pride safe in his infernal heart, he knows just the right words to convince a man - or rather a proff of the genuine character of his demand. OF COURSE, experience taught him better than to require sacrifice from mortals without luring them with a gift ; And the one he carries is the greatest. Retrieving from a worn-out linen shroud the object of all attention, he unveils the iron of a mythical sword.

DIMED BY THE CENTURIES PAST, the blade still shows it beauty to the light of the sun, shimmering like an artefact burried by the glories of ancient battles. Rubys drawing a river of blood upon the golden handle, its luxury irradiates the eye of the spectator. —— See for yourself, and dare call me a liar. Only nobility could recognize the beauty of this antique - and its priceless nature. “ NOSTALGIA, FOR ONLY A MOMENT, seems to haunt his gaze, looking back at the ghost of his past : it is a friend he had to leave behind, a weapon that followed him in his every battle. —— This, my friend, is the sword of a god -and not any god. See for yourself, old it, you will feel the warmth of a thousand suns run through your arm, as if it had just been crafter ; And yet, not wrong shall this blade do to you, for you will never feel its burn... If I am right, of course, and you are worthy of wielding it. “

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‘ Once thou learnest thy answers, thou canst never unlearn them. ‘

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A BITTER HILARITY, melting away with a growl - like a wounded beast still trying to impress, as if the blood poured from his injury was but blessed water. He has this look of defiance, gold shining in the flames of his hatre. Ô, Selene, you think you know all...HE STANDS FROM HIS THRONE, his crown of shards adorned with luxury - true kind, even his nature and appearance seem to sing, but a fallen one, the scar on his arm tells. And yet, he will still show the severity of a sovereign, more than ever, downcasting his judgement upon those he deems not worthy enough. Fear him, his eyes seem to say, the iron of his sword glimmering through the fire.

FOR HE HAS NO STRENGTH, but no fear, this one is, like any madmen, capable of so much : no limits shall be known to a god ! —— Thou thinkest that we did not yet learnsdst the truth ? " He laughs once more, his hilrity sounding like the melody of doom. —— We have all the answers we need. " Of betraal, of loved past, of wars and chaos : but vengence, yes, it occupies a special plce in his heart.A WALL OF FLAMES IS BIRTHED FROM A DEAD SOIL, separating her frame from his. An adieu, promissing batlles that are soon to come.

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mammaterasu replied to your post “pours a bundle of golden petals onto his lap ✨”

this friendship with revolve around ammy decorating his horns i hope u know

Horn adorning and head scratching, what a great friendship y'all

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pours a bundle of golden petals onto his lap ✨

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SPARKS LIKE OFFERING GLIMMER IN THE LIGHT, the respect a God pays to another. Severe eyes watch as they fall, a flame of interest shining in his piercing gaze. It is the draft of a smile that bloom upon iron features - a look of approval that speaks louder than any word could. Doesn't he deserve such attentions ? Fire needs to be nourrished and soothed with the promise of all that luxury can afford ( what is a god if he is not revered ? )

BUT HE KNOWS IT IS A KINDNESS YOU ALWAYS NEED TO RETURN, for bargains are made with immortals, and nothing in this world comes for free ( even the most humble attention ). And so, he stands proud from his throne of glory, like a marble statues elevated in a temple, watching over followers. Petals, once adorning the dark of his skin, now lay at his feet, paving with gold the steps that separate him from the mother of light herself.HORNS TWISTED AND BLACK AS THE NIGHT CROWNS HIS HEAD, shown to her as he bends and bows down to her grace. May she watch over the world for eons before the void fills it all !

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‘American Gods’ Sentence Starters

‘ I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true. ‘

‘ Life is what happens when you’re alive and you might as well lie back and enjoy it. ‘

‘ Once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them. ‘

‘ The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. ‘

‘ I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating. ‘

‘ This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence. ‘

‘ Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. ‘

‘ You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart. ‘

‘ Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish. ‘

‘ I want to be alive again. Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive. ‘

‘ Goodbyes are overrated. ‘

‘ You’re fucked up, _____. But you’re cool. ‘

‘ Aren’t you going to show it to me? I’ll show you mine. ‘

 ‘ Some things may never change. People, however… people stay the same. ‘

‘ I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. ‘

‘ I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are. ‘ 

‘ I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. ‘ 

‘ You’re slow, but you get there in the end. ‘

‘ I’m tired of mysteries. ‘

‘ You shine like a beacon in a dark world. ‘

‘ I think there are several aspects of our marriage we’re going to have to work on. ‘

‘ The outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter. ‘ 

‘ You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work. ‘

‘ What makes you think I’m giving you a ride? ‘ 

‘ That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then. ‘

‘ Mostly you are what they say you are. ‘

‘ You are so full of shit it’s a wonder your eyes don’t turn brown. ‘

‘ You are the nearest thing I have to life. ‘

’ You’re walking on gallows ground, and there’s a rope around your neck. ‘

‘ Something feels weird. ‘

‘ It’s all in your head. Best not to think about it. ‘

‘ Just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power. ‘

‘ If they think you’re a hero, they’re wrong. ‘

‘ I feel like I’m in a world with its own sense of logic. ‘

‘ Whoever-the-fuck you are, there isn’t enough money in the world. ‘

‘ It’s the unwrapping that’s half the fun. ‘

‘ It’s all imaginary anyway. ‘

‘ This is a poor place for Gods. ‘

‘ I love you is a good thing to say if you can mean it. ‘

‘ Changes are coming. ‘

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J A I M E  ( ᶜʳᵒʷᶰᶜˡᵃʷᵉᵈ ) ‘‘

there’s an eye roll whose distance could probably stretch from westeros to essos , with the degree and magnitude of disbelief jaime held for this merchant. hell , even the smile that this man was giving the lion in armor was one that made jaime all the warier with every second he lingered around here. there were sellers of all sorts that trekked through king’s landing , given its population and destination as a place for exporting good. yet , jaime sensed the wares that this one was selling held some level of suspicion.

with feet that warily treaded towards the man that spoke to him only──from his description alone , you would think he’s a madmen muttering off to himself. jaime had that impression at first , but hell , why not hear what this one was going on about ?

❛❛  not so much a voyeur for ‘wonders’ and the like as I am for seeing things that I couldn’t have even pondered. now tell me : is this a limited-time only offer for me , or do you say that to every lannister who passes your way ? careful , there’s a lot of us. depending on what you say , i’ll let you know if your pitch will work for the next guy.

FIRE BURNS IN THE PITT OF HIS EYES, a rage he must tame to earn his due. Oh, to be a God and be mocked by a mortal ! There was a time, when his power were still grand and feared, he could have raised a pyre just for such a foolish man. But the glory had faded, and a curse had took everything from him - he was now meant to search in the crown of men a warrior that could avenge the light. A SMILE FADING FOR A SECOND ONLY, assurance comes back as quick as the thunder, and amusement is once more found upon his features. Let him find joy in the broken pride of a knight ( for he knows he's wy more than what this man claims to be ).

—— I have no interest in your line but you. “ SEVERITY ALMOST RINGS IN THOSE WORDS, omenic as they may seem. —— And my offer might not be fit to any other soul - let me be clear : what I'm looking for is a warrior, and at the end of the line, glory and a name to your legend. But, now, if you have no interest in honor, may I add that gold and treasures also await ? “

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J A I M E  ( ᶜʳᵒʷᶰᶜˡᵃʷᵉᵈ ) ‘‘

there’s a click of his tongue before a hand goes to wave away the con-artist that kept harping on the eldest lannister. there was something suspicious about the being overall , and jaime stayed his distance in his wariness. he kept his thoughts and theories to himself , but how entertaining it was to see this one attempt to be a ‘ warrior of the people ’ with such words that scarce carried any weight. jaime filtered everything and anything the strange man to say as some piece to the puzzle that was an elaborate ruse he was trying to con jaime over.

steadfast and stalwart stood the lion , with hues of ivy that cut as sharp as   cutpurse’s blade. it was his gaze downcast at the merchant that the kingsguard is stoic and ICE-COLD when it comes to the treatment of this little … man. gods be good , tyrion was half this man’s size , yet this merchant gave him infinitely more trouble , by a tenfold in the very least.

❛❛  gold is not my aim ; that , you would want to take up residence with my father. you’d be wasting your time , however. the man won’t even give his own children the time of day , let alone some backwater peddler. tell you what , braavosi: make me a deal i can’t refuse──an experience gold couldn’t afford. then i’ll lend you my ear. for now , off with you !!

AN OLD SMILE CRACKS HIS LIPS OPEN, as if his face had been made of stone during all those centuries past, as if the mischief of a god had came back to grace his features. There is a flame that you can never quite kill in the heart of a god ; A power to show greatness, to trick mortals into the most grand vision as they unknowingly ask for it. And this one, defying him as if he was a simple man ( as he's willing to make him believe ) set able the genius of his frolicsomeness and pride. SEVERE, the masses knew him - a creature watching over its flock with the cold hard judgement of an executionner ; They never knew he could be like a child, playing with a sweet cruelty with those who do not follow.

A LION WILL COWER BEFORE HIM, the iron of his armor melting under the determination of an immortal. —— You growl and act pride, but your might get exactly what you want : I have an offer, a proposition not a living man could hope to one day accept - You could see wonders eyes have never seen, hear secrets not even a king knows ; Only if you're willing to show courage...And the cruelty it requires. “

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I come to carry you to the other shore, into eternal darkness, into fire and ice.

Dante Alighieri, from “Inferno, Canto III” featured in The Divine Comedy (trans. C.H Sisson)

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N O C T I S  ( ʳᵒʸᵃˡʳᶤᵗᵉ ) ‘’

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            “Oh.” was it a dream ? some sort of apparition ? looked familiar , looked like it fell out of one of those storybooks lunafreya used to read to him . hands tug at the waistline of his dress as it flounces outwards . “Are you a bad guy? Are you here to hurt me?”

TRAPPED LIKE PRISONERS IN THE REALM BEYOND REALITY, where ghosts and gods wander alike, one living soul bloomed like a flower piercing through snow. Curious eyes set on this freil silhouette, wrath lingers in the back of his mind, knowing too well what blood flows in this one's vein.

—— Only if thy interest grows stronger. I do not wish to be questioned. “ A GROWL ESCAPES FROM HIS LUNGS, bending from his height to look into the eyes of the one the Astrals have favored. —— But I could, if only I desired so, freil creature. “ Claws hit the ground, digging into the soil in a violent caress. —— Answer, if thou wisheth not to endure my wrath : what doth thou seek here ? This land was not crafted to welcome thy kind... Perhaps is it an exit thou art looking for ? “

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A E R I T H  ( ᵖᵉᵗᵃˡʷᶤᶰᵈ ) ‘‘

She startled from her reverie, leaping to her feet and whirling on the voice as she fell back a wary step. She caught the scent before she caught sight—or perhaps she only imagined she did, filling her lungs with a choking heat and the taste of ash that vanished after only a few seconds. A ghost of a scent. The impression of a scent. Not unlike the impression or ghost of heat lines that she fancied pouring off the source of the voice, giving the impression of a desert mirage sizzling in the distance. And in a blink, it was gone.

Maybe she’d been staring at the candles too long.

Would her wariness be insulting, she wondered? Would it be detrimental to argue debate with a stranger? She decided it didn’t matter.

“Oh, I wouldn’t ask for a wish,” she demurred, returning to her kneel beside the decaying fire pit. “I wouldn’t even know what to wish for. But I think—the size of the offering shouldn’t matter, as long as it’s given with true intent. Why, a loaf of bread might be the only possession of a beggar, but if he burnt it in offering to the Infernian, is that not weightier and heavier than a rich man offering a mere piece of his gold? Tithes are proportionate. I think,” she added hastily, lighting another candle to offer up to him. “So few people use the old ways, nowadays. Fire, water—old mediums of worship. Would you like to send one to Him?”

CURIOUS IS THIS ONE, as if ferocity and indiference were laying dormant within her soul - authentic, her passion burns within her words, pure and innocent. She is the kind of saint the world lacks, an apparition of the past ( just like he is ). But like every memory, she is bond to be buried and forgotten ; Nobody cares about martyrs anymore, and good souls are to be sacrificed upon the pyre of technology and evolution. —— It matters not to him, I believe. “ FAREWELL, the Era of Gods and Men ; Now it is only a one-sided game, interest blooming only in the hearts of followers, craving for their prayers to be heard. There is no real love, no real faith - only mortal wishing for their dreams to come true. —— In every book, it is said that he abhors Mankind. “

STEPS LEADS HIM BY HER SIDE, gazing into the void of this pit where water runs deeper than fire. And yet, there is beauty in the fight those fragile flames bears against the water, dancing victorious in their reflexion upon this liquid mirror. —— But say, if it is not for personal gain, then why are thee here ?. “

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❝When enough people make promises, words stop meaning anything.❞

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COLDNESS, he feels it for the first time, like a stinging pain in his chest. A permafrosted heart infecting his, ice covering everything like a plague : there is no sadder thing than feeling upon your lips the harsh kiss of reality. This lack of love, this absence of trust, it kills the warmth of his flame, as if she could burry him under her white veil of snow. BUT RESTING COULD HAVE BEEN Ô SO SWEET COMPARED TO HER WORDS, daggers that plunged right into his soul. This is the woes of a god, crying genuine tears for a being who never knew how to feel.

—— Trust my words only then. There is no promises I will break if made them to you. “ DESTINY WILL HAVE HIM LYING, but as he speaks, solemn he is, for he will not defect for the time being. Like a guide, he wishes to let her see the light and embrace the kindness of humanity - there is a world he needs to show her, one kept away from violence and wars, a peace they could share if only she wished for it.—— I beg of you to see the goodness of this world. It is all I ask of you. “

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                                THEY’LL CHRISTEN IT WITH YOUR BLOOD, but you aren’t afraid — this is how it would always be , so go out in a blaze of glory . go out in shrapnel of bones and skin . go out and stain their carpets with your blood . let your body rot into the drapes . leave everything behind and don’t let them forget it . go out with your head held  high surrounded by the ones who gave it all for you . because they asked you to die , they never asked you to die alone .

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