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dark king ind. private. wicked lovely niall.  side blog to crossedsky

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moving niall to main blog under same url

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this close to moving niall to an actual blog

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— reassurance starters

“ i feel safe with you. i always have. “

“ are you okay with this? ”

“ i trust you. you've got good values. “

“ thank you for your patience. “

“ can i kiss you? ”

“ i won't tell a soul. i promise. “

“ i appreciate you for you. “

“ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you. “

“ you don't mind if i kiss you, do you? “

“ it's okay, you know. it's only if you want to. “

“ i want you to kiss me. “

“ i would pretty much trust you with my life. “

“ are you okay with being touched? “

“ if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. “

“ if there's anything you don't want to do, you don't have to. “

“ you deserve the whole world. “

“ do you want me to talk to them for you? “

“ are you sure about this? “

“ it's okay if you say no. “

“ it's up to you. “

“ i'll always support you. “

“ you'll always have me. “

“ we don't have to do this if you're not ready. “

“ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “

“ do you want me to kiss you? “

“ can i hug you? “

“ i like kissing you. “

“ you're really cute, you know. “

“ you're adorable. god i love you. “

“ you and me, we make a pretty good team. “

“ you're worth everything. “

“ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. “

“ you promise this is okay? “

“ are you okay with me kissing you? ”

“ you can always talk to me. always. “

“ i'm here for you. “

“ do you trust me? “ “ yes. “

“ i like spending time with you. it's nice. ”

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

“ it's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on. “

“ you don't need to worry. you're safe. “

“ i got you. “

“ i'm not going anywhere. “

“ call me, even if it's the middle of the night. “

“ are you okay with this? “

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

“ you know that i love you, right? “

“ whenever you're ready, i'll be there. “

“ if you're not ready, we can wait. “

“ take your time. i'll wait for you. “

“ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. “

“ everything's gonna be okay. “

“ you're not alone. “

“ are you busy? can i talk to you for a moment? “

“ you have me. you'll always have me. “

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AND THERE’S ANOTHER ONE??

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hang on there’s a new book and I didn’t know about it???

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send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

tw:  dark  themes  present  ( blood,  death  etc )

“  my  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  person  receiving  the  meme.  “  your  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  the  person  sending  the  meme.

🛏️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  share  one  bed.

💍  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  enemies  forced  to  marry.

⚔️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fighting  and  my  muse  admits  their  feelings  for  yours.  (  add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings )

😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine )

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

🥂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  drunkenly  confesses  their  true  feelings  about  your  muse  to  them.

💭  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  chooses  to  give  up  their  memories  of  your  muse  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  give  up  their  memories  to  save  mine )

🥊  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  pins  yours  whilst  sparring.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  pin  mine )

🛡️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  protect  mine. )

🩸  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  injured  and  yours  demands  to  know  who  hurt  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  injured )

💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fake  dating.

🤐  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  pretend  they’re  not  dating.

🤯  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  recognises  yours  from  a  past  life,  but  your  muse  does  not  remember  them.

☠️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  admits  their  true  feelings  for  your  muse  after  believing  they’re  about  to  die,  but  they  survive.  (  add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings  to  mine )

🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.  ( add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  kill  to  protect  mine )

💔  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  breaks  your  muse’s  heart  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  break  my  muse’s  heart )

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

💰  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  has  to  seduce  yours  for  information.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  try  to  seduce  mine )

✋   -  a  starter  where  my  muse  traces  your  muse’s  scars.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  trace  my  muse’s  scars )

🫂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  runs  to  embrace  yours  after  winning  a  battle.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  embrace  mine )

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  get  ready )

[carelessgraces]

she knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake, anything but a girl. 

            how she had wrung out her girlhood like a death.

independent & private modern witch / canon-divergent inquisitor of dragon age. written by marianne. ( promo credit )

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 Ind. Niall of Melissa Marr’s Wicked Lovely series     cred.

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fuck it starter call

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fuckingvictus​:

                “yes—..and a wee bit longer,” he’ll pull up his fingers, signaling a measurement with his fingers. “i wouldn’t exactly know what to do if someone approached me to tell me i was the next rightful heir,” though, a part of him knew he’d avoid it like the plague. he had SEEN and fought so many wars in his lifetime, all as a high general. to be a KING? well, brock certainly wasn’t interested in such things, to say the least. “so i’ve seen. i do visit home QUITE often.” he did have many friends to say the least. preferred to travel between the courts—...BETWEEN REALMS. “is it EVER easy? no. it’s not,” a scoff leaves the fae, head tilting backwards slightly as he moved to crack his neck and his shoulders roll forward. “i have. can’t say it looks great on my RESUME. high general goes solitary but alas–…i certainly have MORE FUN this way,” 

  “I think I hit him.”  Maybe not at that exact moment.  He’d been far too stunned to really do anything more than stare, but Niall had had plenty of opportunities to vent in the aftermath.  “Well, you’re always welcome here.  Even just as a guest.  We’ve got plenty of booze and not too many rules.”  He stretches arms above head and sprawls back on the ground.  “Was summer really that boring for you?  I had fun.”  He’d only really had one job save for organizing moves to find a queen and keeping the single regent from getting himself killed.  Entertaining summer girls wasn’t exactly the hardest thing to do in the world, they liked most of the same things he did.

[ohtheaesthetics]

SHADOW AND BONE - EP. 1 ( SENTENCE STARTERS )

"When I was young, I was afraid of the dark." "When I got older, I learned that darkness is a place." "Pack up and be ready to leave." "Of course it's real." "Then why cross it? Why not go around?" "I'd like to see even one person who isn't scared of that." "You'd be surprised." "I know you're hiding here!" "You try me without that magic." "Oh, so we're back together?" "I'm going to do it again." "Hide your emotional breakdown for when you're alone." "Always carry a weapon on you." "That's because you're a child in an even bigger child's body." "He/She/They talk(s) about you all the time." "Yes, that would be nice, but don't hold your breath." "It has to be an error. It has to be." "Drinks all around here, please." "Let me see that." "Busted." "The point is, either is was a group effort or a ghost." "Why does this concern me?" "Who can hear a whisper here?" "What information do you have for me tonight?" "Well, of course certain death pays a million." "I would have had to use my knives to get closer." "You can get arrested for that." "You don't seem like the type who does what they should." "Where did you get these?" "Well... turns out they do need me." "You're a terrible shot." "If it goes wrong, come back." "I'll find my way back to you." "Either you take your time or you take your chances." "Have you ever put out a fire by adding more fire?" "We can't hide forever." "And what was damaged?" "What did you do?" "I'm usually right." "What the hell are you doing here?" "No. Turn around right now." "How many more are there?" "I'll meet you at the meadow." "It's been too long." "Your life's in danger with this job." "Are you threatening me? Really?" "Hey! One of these has a hole in it!" "One look and I can tell. Criminals." "No businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take." "I have to be back in an hour." "So you don't know everything after all." "He/she/they was/were one of two witnesses to an... event." "Should've been a total loss, but something happened." "You're safe now." "If I tell you, you'll set me free?"

[fuckingvictus]

sgarrigh​:

  “human or fae bar?”  he visited both depending on who he was with.  some of the mortals turned fae still preferred their old haunts over a room filled with court and solitary fae.  he’s pretty sure at this point his court owns one of the bars.  it wouldn’t surprise him to find it on one of the very long lists of buildings his predecessor had bought in his long reign.  “i’ll-” it’s stupid enough that he drops the lighter.  which niall ignores over narrowing eyes at the musician.  he’d let his hair grow out since becoming king, added a few pieces of jewelry and changed eye color, but he couldn’t imagine he looked that different.  maybe it was the vibe.  the way he held himself a little taller, a little more comfortable than when he’d been a mere advisor.  “don’t suppose you go by the name of brock, do you?  knew a guy in summer who looked…a bit like you.  he left before we found the rightful queen.”

             “tonight it’s a HUMAN bar,” he wiggles his eyebrows slightly, a snicker leaving him. what could he say? he enjoyed PLAYING with humans. they enjoyed his music & art and their drinks? they weren’t HALF BAD. granted, nothing would beat fae drink. his strumming seems to stop, his head shooting up and his eyebrows FURROWED. lips purse together as he narrows his eyes at the other before letting out a loud, GENUINE laugh. “oi, that’d be me.” of course, he had left shortly after faolan seemed to drop down. wasn’t too KEEN on the idea of someone else ruling. not after he had been so close to the king. “wait, hold on.” he’ll motion towards the other, bringing his feet to the ground as he shifted on the log he had chosen to be a seat for the time being. “niall? oi, i heard you went off and became a KING. look at you!” 

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“Your hair’s darker,” he muses, finally picking up the downed lighter. “Yeah, wasn’t exactly my choice. Apparently you can pick an heir centuries in advance and there’s no rule that you actually need to tell said heir about that bit.” To be fair, fae were good at keeping secrets and he could think of none better than his long lived boyfriend. Niall kept secrets from him in return and they both tended to be selective with what they shared with their much beloved girlfriend. “It’s changed, at least. The court since I was last in it. For the better shockingly enough. Can’t say it was an easy transition.” For over a thousand years he’d rejected dark. Wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been a little unsettling how well he took to the role. “You left before I did. Have you been solitary this whole time?”

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now’s a good time to say something. 

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fuckingvictus​:

                though brock had been a general in the SUMMER court, he always did have his AUTUMN traits. he wasn’t one with light hair or bright eyes. now, his hair was nearly black and his eyes a very dark BROWN. had always been off putting in his old territory but he was still WELL RESPECTED nonetheless. fingers strum down the strings once more, checking to see how it sounded with it’s NEW strings attached, a content hum leaving him. “well, i’m simply just restringing my instrument and PRACTICING. i do have a show i’m playing tonight. at a LOCAL BAR. it’s always a GOOD time,” even if brock nearly ( or does ) kills some poor human. hey, brock liked to party and he always forgot how FRAGILE humans were. not his fault! 

  “human or fae bar?”  he visited both depending on who he was with.  some of the mortals turned fae still preferred their old haunts over a room filled with court and solitary fae.  he’s pretty sure at this point his court owns one of the bars.  it wouldn’t surprise him to find it on one of the very long lists of buildings his predecessor had bought in his long reign.  “i’ll-” it’s stupid enough that he drops the lighter.  which niall ignores over narrowing eyes at the musician.  he’d let his hair grow out since becoming king, added a few pieces of jewelry and changed eye color, but he couldn’t imagine he looked that different.  maybe it was the vibe.  the way he held himself a little taller, a little more comfortable than when he’d been a mere advisor.  “don’t suppose you go by the name of brock, do you?  knew a guy in summer who looked...a bit like you.  he left before we found the rightful queen.”

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fuckingvictus​:

                brock felt like he had little to NO ties with the courts anymore. the general had decided to withdraw himself quietly, playing with humans as he saw fit as his form of entertainment. playing MUSIC & ART had been something he focused on, a traveling musician was his guise. “of course,” he’ll lift his head to offer the other a sharp toothed grin, a hum leaving him as his attention is drawn back to his instrument. “so ELATED that isn’t as prominent.”

 he hums in agreement.  there were years where summer didn’t feel warm enough after how long the world had spent in cold.  he flicks open his lighter and watches the flames.  “so what are you doing here?  you’re a little too far into my territory to attract an actual audience.  which is a shame, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen such a lovely instrument outside of a theatre.”

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@faeofheart said:  “You’re not okay–stop saying you are.” accepting

It’s one of those days where he feels young again.  Barely two hundred and so incredibly naive of courts and kings and different types of fae.  When he can’t look a partner in the eye because they both know what’s going on.  A downside of being able to sense others emotions, something Niall knows only he should have.   He knocks back another shot of vodka and props his feet up on the chair.  Wisps of the abyss shadows that tend to dark regents still linger around his shoulders despite his shooing them away multiple times.  He bares teeth at them until they finally vanish.  A steed in the form of a horse has it’s head within reach which he absently pets the muzzle of.  For such a harsh and terrifying creature, it’s very soft.  He should go for a ride.  Or throw something.  Or both.  Niall makes a vague noise instead of answering.  They both know he can’t lie.  “It happens.  It comes and goes.”  And it makes his skin crawl every time.  Makes him unable to tolerate touch of anyone so he’ll probably sleep alone tonight.  “Remind me, do you drink?”

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fuckingvictus​:

@sgarrigh​ asked:  “are the most dangerous creatures the ones that use doors or the ones that don’t?” @ brock from sgarrigh

                 the solitary fae simply hums at the king’s words, head tilting to the side. he’ll push unruly curls behind a pointed ear as he stretches his legs out, bare feet resting on a nearby rock. fingers idly string his mandolin, movements fluid as he seems to ponder the question. “i suppose it depends rather or not one can OPEN a door or not. whilst something may not USE them they would be smart enough to know what the door serves. something meant to keep things OUT. now, if you can OPEN any door—….well, you just might be the most dangerous,” 

 he’d really just come to listen.  music was not something the rest of his court respected and liked as much as he did.  a big contributing fact to why he got to go to opera dates with no trailing fae.  niall watches the other’s movements on the mandolin, legs folded neatly.  “fair enough.  though any good regent can open any door one way or another.  else we’d still be fighting each other.”