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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
YOU ARE THE REASON

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The Bowery Presents
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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@justabitcursed
A wry smile lifted the corner of the priestess’ lips. She should have known he’d want to play games. He was, in the physical sense, a man after all. It shouldn’t have surprised her, but his reveal had thrown her slightly and, for a moment, she’d thought he’d further reveal who he was to her. The vagueness of his answer caused her smirk of a smile to grow as she lifted her chin the smallest amount.
"We’re all monsters. I’ve been around quite a long time and I’ve yet to cross a single person who isn’t a monster in some sense. Everyone’s hands are covered in blood." Morgaine tilted her head slightly. "Those who admit it is what separates them from those who are far more monstrous, in my opinion."
Her gaze flitted over his face again. “I’ve known many monstrous servants, monstrous princes, and monstrous lovers in my time.”
Morgaine felt her breath hitch very slightly, her eyes falling closed at the feel of his energy caressing hers moments before his fingers brushed her cheek. Lifting her own hand to grasp at his wrist, she opened her eyes to lock her gaze with his. “I feel that even if I declined your offer, I wouldn’t get very far from you, Sir.” Lowering their combined hands, Morgaine used her fress hand to flatten out his palm, her finger lightly tracing over the lines as her eyes followed it’s path. “It seems I accept, then.”
Hadrian watched her as though she were truly the most interesting thing around him at that very moment. Her own energy, her very scent made his skin itch and he found he wanted to roll about on her like an ill mannered hound.
"That sounds like a challenge," he purred it, flexing his fingers as she held his wrist. His skin felt feverish, boiling, and he didn't flex or make any effort to free himself from her grasp. "Must I be more monstrous?"
His nails moved in their beds when she forced his hand open, flexing ever so slightly like a little cat paw. He moved as close as she would allow, leaning towards her to inhale the scent of her hair. As his fingers curled a bit, his claws came forward slowly and without his knowledge.
When she turned her attention back to him, she found that his eyes were fixed upon her and it appeared that they had been the entire time they had been walking. She smiled at him, but felt a bit uneasy by the attention. What did he want from her really? Did he want anything at all? Morgana wasn’t one to trust people easily…but there was something about him that both drew her to him and repelled her…but which one she decided to act upon was yet to be determined. “Intriguing? And do tell me…am I an intriguing find?” she said with a raised brow.
She listened to his story and cocked her head. It was so…strange. He was strange. Morgana kept her face neutral at the snap of his fingers but his words unsettled her. I couldn’t help myself. He sounded like a predator that could hurt her with one of those snaps of his fingers…but she wasn’t defenseless…she was magic. She was power itself. Goosebumps rose on her arms under the sleeves of her dress as he stroked her knuckles. “What did you do next?” Damn it! she thought to herself after she let her curiosity get the better of her.
He smiled, turning that corner of his lips up in a bit of a quirk. The smile never quite reached his eyes this time, as though some tiny change in her stance had caused him to react ever so slightly.
"What did I do?" He pressed the tip of his tongue to the back of his bottom teeth before flicking it forward to lick his lip. "I let them eat." His palm rested atop her hand. "Foxes are often regarded as greedy, taking far too much for their little stomachs, but the truth of the matter is they like to store their food. They like to play with it, or save it for their own children."
"They will also nip and bite at larger predators, drawing them away from their dens to protect their kits." Hadrian's brows rose. "Distracting what they perceive as the biggest threat, from something they so dearly wish to keep secret." His smile was gone for a moment before it popped right back upon his face. "Intriguing? Most certainly you are an intriguing find for this lowly vagabond."
Hadrian lifted his free hand as though looking over his nails and began to curl his fingers in some silent timing. Though, for neither of them, it wasn't exactly silent. He was making a lazy fist in time with the beating of her heart. "Have I frightened you, m'lady? Your pulse is ever so fast."
Happy Halloween!
Picture by Maria Ferguson
By Steve Barker
Happy Halloween!
Picture by Tanja Askani
Picture by the Wolf Conservation Center
Beetlejuice Theme Song By: Danny Elfman
Tagged by: pendragon-prat
What’s your name? Newfie
When is your birthday? 25th Feb
Where are you from? Florida, US
Have a crush? Naw, maybe, dunno
What’s your favorite colour? Red
Write something in caps? BURN IT DOWN!
Got a favorite band/artist? Pine Box Boys, Yogscast, Lonesome Wyatt, Pat Benatar
Favorite number? 13
Favorite drink? Mountain Dew Code Red
I tag: lonelyembitteredsoul apurekindness fracturedxpumpkin
We’re gonna play a new game called Top 10 TV shows because there’s one for films, so I’d like to do one for TV shows. Write down your top shows and then tag 10 friends to do the same. Yay!
I was tagged by the lovely lonelyembitteredsoul
No particular order and some are old as balls but I keep watching them
Teen Wolf
Dracula
Merlin
Lie to Me
House
Bob's Burgers
Gargoyles
American Horror Story
Sleepy Hollow
In the Flesh
Tagging: Anyone else who wants to do it
She turned with him and smiled brightly as the began in the opposite direction of the castle. Leaves crunched underfoot and she took in the beauty around her. Even from the youngest age, she found that the walls of Camelot were stifling and she felt trapped by it’s immense stone grandeur. Arthur seemed to be used to it…but that would make sense since he grew up there. Morgana, on the other hand, grew up with Gorlois and he was keen on the outdoors. Like father, like daughter. The trait wore off on his daughter.
"It was quite strange to run into someone so far from the path." she observed and then looked at him. "What were you doing so far north?"
Hadrian had been taking in his own sights. Morgana. He gazed at her much the way she gazed out at the trees, at the brush. When she turned her head to look at him he didn't bother to conceal that his attention had been entirely upon her. "The truth is," he said with a small, almost apologetic smile. "I am from even farther north. Wandering about away from paths is a bit of a hobby. You do tend to pick up," his fingers stroked the back of her hand where it rested on his arm, "such intriguing things while wandering."
"Why," he began, arching his brow a bit as they continued their walk,"just the other day I encountered the most beautiful hare. So long of limb, obviously quite a smart hare to have lived long enough to be so large. Absolutely beautiful. I thought of eating her myself, truth be told, but the fox got her first. One quick bite to the back of her neck." He snapped his free hand into a fist to illustrate this.
"I couldn't help myself. I followed the vixen back to her den. The hare was far too big for just her and I thought to steal a share, after all I had seen her first." His fingers traced over her knuckles. "I couldn't bring myself to take a share, however, she had a den full of little fluffy kits."
"Oh, the king likes to send out men to try and kills us all, so it does get rather exciting when that happens," she drawled, and she glanced back at the injured man as they took the last few steps until the edge of the village.
"Don’t touch it," she tutted, grabbing onto his other arm and gently tugging him quickly into the settlement. "In just a few moments I’ll have it all healed up and you’ll feel as good as knew, as long as you don’t poke around with it!"
"Has no one thought of killing the king?" He muttered, poking the bandages even as she tugged him.
"It's my wound, I can poke it if I like," he retorted like a sullen child.
fracturedxpumpkin started following you
In her lifetime she’d met her share of strange people but this one was in a category all by himself. Again she didn’t react as instinct might have told her to, not sensing any kind of threat from him. Intrigued curiosity maybe but not malicious intent. Simply stayed as she was, watching as he circled her with a relaxed stance that was mainly for show.
❝ I didn’t realize I had quite that many signs. Who are you? ❞
"I wonder..," he said, stopping his circling to stand just before her. He pressed his fingertips together, pointing them downward and letting his claws rub. "What I'd have to feed you."
Her question made him press his lips together in a toothless smile. "Everyone has more signs than they think they have. Most people don't even notice them, but when you learn to see them they flash at you." He inhaled loudly through his nose and let it out slowly. "Or they carry a scent. Hadrian. Is my name. I think I was named after Hadrian's Wall but my parents never told me."
-The Spirit of the Forest-
when i was very small i assumed this song was about some lady who literally kept a human face in a jar by the door and since father mckenzie buried her that meant that he also killed her and basically i thought eleanor rigby was about zombies until i was like 12 years old
YES!
This is the first time I’ve ever liked this song.
This is the best ever alternate interpretation of that song :D
Elanor Rigby is clearly a leviathan.
Given how many times I had to play this song in my college instrumental ensemble class, this had breathed new life into this for me. And imagining the look on my professor’s face if she ever saw this given her Beatles obsession is kind of making me giggle.
This is pretty much how I pictured the song, too.
Sad and haunting either way.
hey you
yeah you
you wanna plot? you wanna request stuff? ask me something? you wanna talk? tell me how your day was? tell me how much of a bitch your sibling is? tell me how much you love fried oreos?
well you go right ahead because my ask is open and i’m always here to listen
Smaug was puzzled by the red glow of his own eyes
"what are you?" she asked him slowly unsure of how else to fraze the question it was always better to be blunt any way
"What am I?" He laughed out the question. "What am I. What are you? Fire, death, fear all wearing a dress." His brow arched and when he tapped the side of his face with his fingertips he had curving black claws for nails.
"Ah, my dear, I am but a wolf in man's clothing. Not so magnificent as a dragon. But I did manage to climb one lonely mountain."