*THE ΛVΛNTGΛRDIST

"One must never place a loaded rifle on the stage if it isn't going to go off. It's wrong to make promises you don't mean to keep." Hugo Gaspar de Passe aka Bishop | Star Wars verse | Indie RDR2 RP account | +18 only | Rules & About

[manifcst-o]

i haven’t really had any days off from work in the past four weeks and i’m exhausted. but the summer season is ending and i’m taking some time off after this week so hope to be back writing then. ^^

[manifcst-o]

thxwxlf​:

The Loboan sneered, her eyes slightly narrowing at his request. “Oh no, I don’t think so,” she barked at him. “We’re not using any fucking gear,” she added, pulling off her gauntlets and throwing them to the ground. She wasn’t going to allow him to use his gear in this fight. That would defeat the purpose of getting him worn out. “I want to see what you can do without any gear, hand-to-hand combat, got it?”

She took a step back, beckoning him to begin their fight. “I’ll be so nice as to let you throw the first punch. Unless you’re scared?”

His fingers flexed at his sides and he grit his teeth, scoffing as he made to turn away. He let himself imagine it for a split second, breaking her nose and making her stagger enough to take advantage, before making a decision and launching a harsh kick right towards her head.

[manifcst-o]

Marik sniffled harshly and dapped blood from his top lip. “Chief, I got to the target but--” he glanced towards the cargo hold, ”I wasn’t here first.” 

Enner sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he saw the flickering image of the bound woman on the holo receiver, “Bring her here.” he said. 

The boom of music coming from the stories above was muted by the thick durasteel walls. The Princess was not exactly built for holding prisoners despite its owner’s reputation. The stronghold housed everything from illicit auctions to the most lavish and exclusive parties found on Nar Shaddaa, but the lowest of the three stories was largely left unused. Keeping prisoners was not Enner’s style, too messy and too risky for his tastes. He preferred collecting, not less valuable, but more subtle prizes. He lounged on the chair deep in thought, leaning on one arm and chewing on the inside of his lip as he watched the sole occupant of the cell through his visor's HUD, waiting for her to wake.

@lovelylostminds​

[manifcst-o]

Smoke billowed out from somewhere within the vents of the ship and he covered his nose and mouth with the edge of his cape in a futile attempt to protect his lungs. The ship lurched violently underneath him and he slammed down on one knee before regaining his footing. “That’s a bit rough riding there, Jyn,” he said gruffly as he scrambled to strap himself down on the co-pilot's seat. 

“Do you--,” he glanced over the scanner to see the fighters in pursuit, “Need any help?”

@coyotesteeth

[sayruq]

Summer is for Dorne: OBERYN MARTELL & ELLARIA SAND in “Two Swords”

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@manifcst-o

[manifcst-o]

thxwxlf​:

“Easy,” she growled, walking up to him and pushing him forcefully against the shoulders. “Old fashion way, brawling it out,” she said, holding her arms out, glaring at the pompous royal she had taken on for bounty. She couldn’t believe she was having to deal with this bastard. To think that she had started to trust that handsome face too! Well, no matter, it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time someone pulled that shit with her. He was lucky she didn’t rip out his damn throat when she found out about this scandalous activities.

She pushed at him again, “C’mon pompous boy,” she barked, “Show me what you got!” she challenged him, slightly pacing in front of him. Her blood was boiling and adrenalin running high. She was ready to get this party started and put him in his place.

He tilted his head back again, narrowing his eyes at her after he caught his weight when she pushed him. “Why don’t we make it interesting, give me back my gear and we’ll see how far your tricks carry you this time,” he had been caught off guard as prepared as he had been in his stronghold when she had come for him. Even with all his perimeter defenses and preparation, he had judged her on appearances and chosen a close quarters approach. A choice that was amounting to be extremely costly for him.

Now he knew what she was capable of, and least to say he was reluctant to face her unarmed and even more reluctant if she only intended to toy with him.

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL on Variety’s Actors on Actors (2021) 

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@thxwxlf​:

For moment there, she thought she could trust this bounty. The two of them had finally started getting along and she figured she’d let him explore the Bhu’ja while she was while she was in the control room. But of course, everything good must come to an end. Their destination wasn’t for a few more days when she noticed a light blinking on the control panel. There was a malfunction within the ship, they had to land somewhere! How could that be? There was nothing flying around outside to cause damage to the ship... unless...

That sleazy motherfucker must have done something to make the ship malfunction.

“Aestum!!” she yelled, looking over her shoulder. Oh it had to have been him.

She would deal with him soon. She looked back to the control board and noticed that they were coming up on some small, unknown planet. They’d have to stop there for her to repair the ship... and to get him to work some of that bored energy out.

As soon as the ship landed, she hooked on her biomask and stormed through the ship on a small hunt for her bounty until he found him. She’d drag him out of the shi[ and groan, letting herself get acclimated with the atmosphere before hooking off the mask and throwing down onto the ground.

“You’re really wearing my patience out, Aestum,” she growled, shaking herself out before looking at him. “It’s time we work that damn energy out so you’re not fucking with the ship again!” she challenged him.

He grunted as he was unceremoniously shoved into the ground, cheeks burning hot from being dragged from his hiding place in the vents in such an undignified manner. He shot back onto his feet, all royal fury and resentment that he tried, quite unsuccessfully, to keep in check. He could have flown the ship with the wiring alone, he could have locked the shapeshifter into the control room if he’d just been fast enough. The anger and frustration was boiling within his skin, his metal fingers curling and uncurling with a quiet whirl at his side. He tipped his head back, looking down at her along the bridge of his nose in a truly petulant manner, “Your patience is of no consequence to me,” he hissed, it was bold and it was a lie when his fate was so directly tied to her whim. He raised a quizzical, mocking brow at her, “And how do you plan on doing that?” he said, spreading his arms at the sides in an answering challenge.

[manifcst-o]

galacticoutlaw​:

     Her hands moved to her hips as she listened to him, nodding occasionally as he spoke. It would take time for him to get used to them and for his body to realize that  the metallic appendages were there to stay and could be utilize to be even better than the originals. At his question, she glanced up, weighing over his suggestion. 

            “Personally, I think it’s still a bit early to really start doin’ other modifications,” she admitted, a small frown creasing her face. “As far as your body knows they’re just a crutch and sooner or later its gonna go away.” However, she understand why he was eager to move forward and get back to working order. 

           “But, I do think it’ll help and if you start leanin’ to the other side or it gets worse you’ll have me around to fix it,” her smile returned. “Is that somethin’ you’d like to look into or would you like to give it a bit more thought?”

He stood up from the examination bed carefully, testing his weight on the prosthetic limb. He was aware of the truth in the doctor’s words. He lifted the metallic arm forwards, curling and uncurling his fingers. He could feel the movement as pain in his shoulders, the nerve endings still acclimating. He knew his brain had not had time to fully catch up to this, the thought that his flesh and blood limbs were actually gone felt absurd, unreal. Maybe he’d feel sorrow for them later on.

“Yes, I would like to look into it,” he said, his gaze still on the metal fingers and a rush of blood in his ears. Some other, younger version of himself would have been appalled by the though of breaching the integrity of his body so brazenly. He had taken bride of his flesh and blood form, paraded it around in the arena as the crowd cheered on their champion. It was all him, unaltered, pure, strong, capable. But that integrity had already been broken by the rot of his sleep. 

He didn’t know what he was putting on the table to be gone forever. But he knew his children were gone and that he was willing to lose each and every part of himself if it meant he wasn’t hindered on his quest to find them.

[manifcst-o]

hello, needed to step away from everything for awhile but I have muse and wanna get back to writing. ^^

[headspace-hotel]

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

[sorry-but-we-have-moved]

Alternative idea: it's not killing the mood at all

[headspace-hotel]

You’re right and I’m a fool

[manifcst-o]

@tragicblood​

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Hugo x Faye Aesthetic

Aesthetic Meme for @manifcst-o

[manifcst-o]

[ brush ] + reverse // for aestum , pre ronika. 🥺

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation | Accepting

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

His eyes slipped closed at the brush of Adam’s fingers at his temple. The strands of hair were sticking to his skin with sweat, or blood. The wariness in Adam’s clear blue eyes told him it was probably the latter. 

“I am alright,” he said quietly, his hand coming up to grip Adam's still hovering at his temple and press his lips against the palm of his hand. The sector was lost, their armies retreating but they were both alive. “I am alright,” he repeated, letting his eyes slip closed as he concentrated on the warmth of his beloved’s skin.

[sephiramy]

Art Challenge: 30 Important Expressions

Draw ‘em all, or have someone send you a character and a number… it’s your wonderland, Alice. Reblog, add your own. Have a good time.

hasn’t slept in 48 hours

tasted something gross

in a long, slow line at the DMV

listening to blind date talk about their ex

reading YouTube comments

favorite song just came on

song they hate just came on

had their favorite show spoiled

just fell in love (a.k.a. “Dreamweaver face”)

saw a wasp

had a fist fight (they won)

had a fist fight (they lost)

food coma

hello darkness, my old friend

“was that Batman?”

forgot what they were about to say

“oh no, they’re hot…”

their best friend’s cooking is not as good as they think

brainfreeze!

texted the wrong person

check out this box of kittens/puppies/bunnies/ducklings/whatever’s cutest to them!

their favorite TV show character dies

having an increasingly awkward conversation with Bob of Modus Operandi

parent/guardian is showing their baby pictures

stepped on a Lego

stepped on an Eggo… you know… the waffle

102 degrees indoors and there’s no A/C

watching the end of The Iron Giant… or maybe the opening to Up… or w-when Shadow is stuck in Homeward Bound…??

woken up out of a dead sleep

nailed it.

(some suggestions were lovingly crowd-sourced from kayzig samwisedamgee marianascosta geekysideburns briandanielwolf sarahfu and indigoats.com!)

[fierymcmehoard]

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse’s chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just… holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ heartbeat ] - to place my muse’s head upon your muse’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

[evermxre-a]

@manifcst-o​ said :  ​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞   [aestum, pre-ronika]

a soft smile rises to the lips of the aveyonian prince, shifting from where he rests in his head in the other prince’s lap and turning so that bright blue eyes can fixate upon aestum. charming words from his husband, they are, but he cannot resist the opportunity to TEASE.  “ you’re trying to charm me, aren’t you, darling? ”  a pointed look, though mischief does shine within those cerulean depths, proving that there is no genuine malice behind anything he says.            adam quite adores having moments like this, where they can merely EXIST together, no duties or tasks at hand. it’s a breath of fresh air, times where he can just sit with aestum and enjoy his company. no responsibilities— well… no pressing ones, anyway. the blond prince reaches for aestum’s hand  ( the one that ISN’T currently entangled within golden waves, because who is he to interrupt THAT? ) , intertwining their fingers and bringing the extremity up to his lips. a chaste kiss is applied to the back of it, thumb gently stroking flesh as familiar to him as his own whilst adam adds,  “ because, you see, if you WERE trying to charm me, i would tell you that you are doing a MARVELOUS job at it. ”

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[ soothe ] (aestum)

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

Kekipi stood on her knees behind Aestum after she instructed him to sit on the edge of her bed. Her fingers gently rubbed and knead her fingers into his shoulders. She softly hummed, resting her chin on the top of his head as she continued to rub at his shoulders. She figured this would be the best way of soothing him other than talking after his nightmare. “How’s this” she quietly asked, pulling her head off his head to look around at his face. “You’re so tense...” she quietly told him, continuing to rub at his shoulders.