seer of souls

☾ chief of the bureau of the architect ➶ hythlodaeus || final fantasy xiv rp

[soulprofitis]

my rules and about until i can make a carrd! :D

i'm fer, 21, he/him, gay and trans so don’t be weird. blog is 18+ (i won’t rp nsfw/aka erotica on the public blog itself, but might post stuff with it so just be aware!)

independent, selective; i’m new so i don’t have any mutuals yet, though i’d prefer to rp with them if i do.

no proship, no incest/rape/pedophilia. pls respect that. i’ll block anyone that can’t deal with me having a boundary.

i may drop threads! this is not usually purposeful, i’m still figuring out how to keep track of things TuT my apologies

6.0 spoilers, i will often tag them if they are Big Ones, but… hyth is a bit of a spoiler in himself.

about my interpretation: hyth has every gender and none, uses he/him and they/them without any preference!

msg me for any close/important relationships you’d like to try out! i prefer to chat things over first so everyone involved is comfortable. i’m open to various pairings w/ chemistry, mostly among the ancient characters, of course, haha. this is also open to wols/azems!

also this will probably always be multiship and i do not currently have any mains! (if that changes i will post about it + update this ^-^)

opening asks: i accept rp memes and character asks always!! it may take me time to get to each one because i like to put a lot of thought into them, but i will answer most unless the ask is inappropriate/makes me uncomfortable.

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triggers will be tagged if needed! i’m glad to add more tags if anyone needs, in case i miss something.

i’m open to rp on discord as well; i’m relatively new to tumblr rp so my formatting may not be perfect! if you’d prefer rping in dms over discord, just let me know!

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thank you so much for anyone who sees this! <3 i appreciate any msgs / interest anyone might have!! i’ve really wanted to rp ffxiv for a while and finally had to jump in.

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flowerwept​:

Fandaniel’s expression thins out like smoke and it occurs to him that Hythlodaeus is a weapon. It’s good that he has no interest in turning on him here and now even if in the future they might have to kill one another. But here and now in the dim light, those soul-seeing eyes shine brightly and more ominous than ever. Were it not for years of schooling the disgust out of his features, Amon, Fandaniel, whoever he is now, might shudder at this sight.

“No, you’re not a fool.”  Fandaniel has to acquiesce that much at least. He’s just – tired of those eyes looking at him. When Hythlodaeus takes a step forward, it’s all he can do not to step back in exchange. It’s a miracle he manages to muster up a smile of his own in the presence of such danger.  “Sorry, but I’d hate to spoil the surprise…don’t you think it would be more fun to watch your beloved Emet-Selch scramble over himself in the presence of oncoming onslaught? He’s always hated not being able to account for every variable…I must confess, even the thought makes me want to announce a premature victory.”

He pauses and something occurs to him. Once again the ghost of a grin flits off of his features. Fandaniel’s hand leaves the inside of his robe sleeve and falls back down to his side. Above them both, the moon slides against the ridge of the skylight, cutting them both into its light. The lip of his hood suspends his eyes back into shadow, two pinpricks of white staring out from void at the other,  “Do you remember what happened on Elpis, Hythlodaeus?”

There’s a slight shift in the way Hythlodaeus smiles. As he is now, Fandaniel might not recognize it; Discomfort doesn’t tighten Hythlodaeus’s features. It loosens them, lets the pull of his lips spread. He looks less human as he raises a hand to cover his mouth and the expression keeps widening, like it hopes to fit his old face at the cost of this temporary one. “Only you would ask about me about such a thing.” When he laughs, the sound splinters like notes in a dissonant chord. Almost as if its harmonious version can no longer be reached. Shattered to imperfection.

“You know, not a single other wonders about what I remember, or questions what I think. They’re of little consequence, you’d agree, my opinions. My memories.” He chuckles again and then rests his fingers against his chin, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as they used to when he truly smiled. “So, I propose a trade.”

He leans forward slightly, his braid over his shoulder like a hanging rope. “Your answer for mine. Or...” His grin goes a touch smaller again and might seem almost sympathetic were the moon not slicing the glow of his eyes so sharply. “Is there another burning question you’re so desperate for the solution to, Fandaniel?”

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flowerwept​:

Amon gives pause. He resents Hythlodaeus / for coming here in the first place / for proposing they might be interested in one of those ‘lesser’ souls / for their confidence and masquerades of cleverness. The real Hythlodaeus is hiding and yet also present at the same time – Amon hates that – hates that he recognizes it in this one whom he has never met but has enough memories of to make up for lifetimes of separation anyways. Disgust curdles beneath his tongue.

“Even if I told you to leave, I suspect you’d spend your last moments of consciousness badgering me nonetheless. Do as you please. And – though you wish for me to regale you with tales of the past and my lifetimes, I have very little to show for it. Not even regret.”  Underneath the mask, Amon smiles dryly. Regret – now that’s something he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Not even when he’d faced the Warrior of Light for that final time…no…that had felt more like a crumbling. An inevitability – this crimson soul has been crushed under fate’s heel over and over again. No sense regretting anymore.  “Yes, I have lived as a few ‘notable’ people across the yalms of history’s great expanse…but over time those names and their deeds–heinous, compassionate, or otherwise–have faded in the end. Gone to dust. So you see, I am not exaggerating when I say I have little to show for the many masks I’ve worn.”

Another moment of silence and Amon ‘s head tilts slightly to the side, the feather of his hat wisping as he does so. “Hythlodaeus.”  Their name comes easier than Amon would like it to.  “Your performance is trite.”  Self-deprecation that isn’t quite self-deprecation, but a mask of some fabrication all the same.

“Oh, come now. There’s no need for that.” He smiles, almost sweetly from the right angle. Sly from another. “Besides, if your lives have been all for naught, then we’re both poor actors. You simply had more practice and a larger stage.” A pause. “This must be your favorite of masks, then, if you've chosen to wear it even here. When my soul called you.”

Hythlodaeus watches that feather with an air of almost-fondness – Recognizes the shape and color, knows intimately the number of barbules and barbs of the real thing. Whether this accessory was ever part of a real bird in Amon’s day or was always a recreation, it is comforting to find something so familiar in a place like this. With a person like this. The world they once shared is long gone now and yet so many pieces remain intact. How a place so full of life like Etheirys became the source of such strife only feeds his curiosity.

Much of the disdain in the other man’s voice rings in Hythlodaeus’s ears as a form of compensation; An opposite force exerted against him as some kind of requital. For what he can't be sure, though Hythlodaeus might wager a guess. Can feel the pressure of it swell in his illusory chest even though he knows he needn't breathe. Hythlodaeus folds his hands again. Some of the color of his braid bleeds into the image of his robes. “But I won't stay forever, Amon. Only long enough. If you have further critiques of my presentation, please feel free to share them. Perhaps your advice will be helpful.”

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salveticn​:

ah — !! his body flinched as hythlodaeus questioned , mentally cursing his soul for not keeping his mouth shut . nobody knew about his mean of transportation ; well , more precisely everybody knew of it , but not that it could fly . it hadn’t been approved for flying , the new addition hadn’t been registered yet and elidibus doubted it was going to be with a lack of written consent by a specialist on the matter . well , the truth was that … no specialist ever examined its flight capability   ( and elidibus doubted it passed the exam , considered the specimen’s own structure and tonnage , clearly not fit / suitable for flight )   . hythlodaus couldn’t know .

with elidibus’s lack of knowledge regarding flying concepts   ( or flying in general )   , who   “ taught ”   the beast to fly ? well , that was a secret he wasn’t going to reveal … hopefully .

“ … eh ? d-did i say fly ? oh , psshh ! ”   he waved a hand before his face and clicked his tongue once , dismissing any and every word he spilled , silently hoping for hythlodaeus to somehow forget it or believe him .   “ silly me ! i meant to say ride home ! hehe — flying , pssh ! astraeus cannot fly ! ”   astraeus , his t-rex mount , his own docile mean of trasportation that could fly .   feet nervously began kicking the air , palms firmly pressed against the bench .

“ eh , flying … ”

Hythlodaeus’s mouth forms almost a perfect letter-V, a pleased sort of curiosity glowing happily in his eyes. It’s hardly his business⁠— Though it quite literally is, in a way— what creation Elidibus uses to commute. With companions like Azem, Hythlodaeus can hardly judge those who skirt the rules for convenience. But he does find it intersting.

“Oh! Certainly a mistake easily made, my friend. With the trend of flying concepts only rising in popularity, I often wonder if my own desk might sprout wings one day soon.”

He taps a finger against his own lips as he mulls something over. Then his eyes almost sparkle.

“You created your Astraeus, didn’t you Elidibus?”

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flowerwept​:

Fandaniel freezes where he stands in shadow, gloved hand resting against a pillar of marble when Hythlodaeus’s voice rings out behind him. So his escape plans hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed like he was hoping they would be. That obnoxious pride ‘His Radiance’ sported meant Emet-Selch vastly overestimated the bug-like souls of the sundered / and Fandaniel had found much solace in it, his plans of suicide and planet extinction going unnoticed purely because he was a shattered creature. All he had to do was smile and nod and Emet-Selch would complain about shard number seven and Elidibus would stand like a ghost in the back of the room and grumble something about duty and everyone would go back to their fabled duty, stewards of the planet, always and forever.

Hythlodaeus was always the more observant one in their duo. A fact Fandaniel should have kept in mind, but Hermes’s memories still flit unresolved in the space of Fandaniel’s grey matter. They disgust him. Smiling and nodding had never been enough around Hythlodaeus–not even on Elpis. The hand leaves marble. Fandaniel turns around to face his fellow harbinger of chaos.  “You’re not going to rat me out, are you?”  He smiles a sickle-shaped thing clearly visible from underneath his hood.  “We both know that those three take less than kindly to their sundered brethren. And even after I sat on the Convocation with them! Fate is cruel, is it not, Hythlodaeus?”

The smile disintegrates like ash ( like Fandaniel wishes this world would ).  “I do not intend on participating in their farce anymore. I have dreams of my own, you understand, and I should like to bring them to fruition just as much as you yearn for the Rejoining. It is a matter of…ah…shall we say – a conflict of interests?”  A hand reaches beneath one of the sleeves of his robe where a concealed dagger lies, fingers playing at the hilt – just in case.  “Your worry is misplaced.”  A lie: Fandaniel is planning for them all to die, and he knows Hythlodaeus has him figured out…but why not see the play through to the fall of the curtain?

“Now why would I do that?” Hythlodaeus smiles as cat-like as ever and twirls a few locks of the hair that hangs loose over his shoulder around a finger. The spiked fashion of the Ascians hardly fits him, not as other robes once did, so he’s forsaken his own hood. “Rat you out when you’re following a dream— Oh, have you always thought me so cruel, Fandaniel?”

Such an odd title. It rolls of his tongue strangely, dry and brittle as bones older than this body he has made his own. Ambition is not a trait that Hythlodaeus has ever claimed for himself. He doesn’t waste time endearing himself to their Unsundered fellows —Truly, he’s below them all, though few care that he breathes at all—or spend his days weeping for the losses of years gone by. None of it would do him any good now. What does help him is his watching. However much time has changed, Fandaniel is still a book he enjoys dusting off to read. His disinterest in Rejoinings has been clear as day to Hythlodaeus’s eyes since the start.

“I wouldn’t bother with worry if I wasn’t right,” he scoffs. “What a waste that would be. Perhaps I am cruel, but I’m not a fool.” With another step closer to Fandaniel, he settles his feet as firmly as the sprawling roots of an ancient tree. Hythlodaeus tilts his head curiously. The brightness of his eyes rivals that of his original self / Shining like the insects that once glowed with levin in Elpis.  Perhaps the amiable tone to his voice is exaggerated, perhaps it is true. It’s near enough to the real thing to be mistaken as either. “I have no authority or Seat to bind you by, no obligation to enforce, remember? You do make me wonder, though, what manner of chaos might conflict with ours. Sate my curiosity, won’t you? If only in the hypothetical?” 

[soulprofitis]

// hello again!!! :> sorry for being away so long, i’m still hoping to return here soon (hopefully this week). i’ve been struggling with inspiration for writing hyth between my course work and i didn’t want to give anyone a lackluster reply just because i wasn’t feeling up to it. i hope everyone is doing well!! c: also! if anyone has any suggestions or requests for rps they’d like to try or anything at all, my dms are always open!! 

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flowerwept​:

Amon can’t help but recoil when Hythlodaeus shrinks down to the same height as him, that damned mask on the ancient’s chest an emblem of a past still inescapable – and his own mask, too, a symbol of the soul he hated so dearly. But he’s spent so much time practicing his acting, so his hands remain at his side rather than going to touch the mask he’s wearing–can’t offer up any weaknesses, not here in the depths of oblivion.  “I suspect you’ll return before I,”  Amon snaps,  “and with a little luck I will be able to go back to being a husk and avoid the repetition of it all. I have lived far too many lives, you see. And you –,”  he draws in a breath between his teeth, sharpened off spite or maybe jealousy,  “you have lived only the one.”  So don’t expect me to be understanding, he might say, but like Hythlodaeus he exercises some restraint.

And they are not friends, but Amon’s chest hurts a bit anyways with the way he’s treating Hythlodaeus. Oblivion has sheared off that edge to him it seems–where Fandaniel would have laughed and held up the title of Fandaniel and danced in circles around Hythlodaeus all while taunting him with the memory of Hermes, Amon is simply exhausted and cruel and wishes to be done with it all and he is tired of avoiding his soul like the plague, hated though it is.  “Amon.”  He’s not sure why he tells Hythlodaeus this. Not that the lavender-haired figure would remember in his next life. Not like the name would survive for much longer. Even Allag crumbled. Even Xande. Even –.  “My name.”  Mine. Mine. Mine. No one / else’s.

For a moment, he only listens, lets the words hang in the air like stars in the sky. Each one placed for a purpose, so many devoid of life after finding only despair. A graveyard of souls that the two of them will join sooner or later. Later, Hythlodaeus thinks to himself with a small smile. His dreams will wait however long he makes them. Never has he feared putting things off and no amount of biting back will keep him from doing as he wants.

“Amon,” he mutters thoughtfully, repeats it like an echo in a cave. Perhaps he imagines it, or he’s walked too deep into a realm in which he does not belong, but Hythlodaeus is certain there is a weight to that name. Old and heavy in a way that should not be possible. No, perhaps Hythlodaeus’s next self, whoever they are, will not remember. None had remembered him, save one. Yet still, he wishes. And he has seen that be enough. “I can say, then, Amon, that it is a pleasure to meet you properly.”

His eyes flick up to where he knows Amon’s must be, hidden behind a shield of unnecessary aether and an image born from fading memory. How telling is it that they’ve both conjured such things as if they are anatomical? “It's true I've lived only once. And I've very little to show for my life, really. It was unimpressive and it's over. Not like you.” Hythlodaeus points up with one finger as he speaks, a flash of curiosity in his eyes. There's a confidence, too. A masquerade of cleverness. “We shall both lack consciousness soon enough, but I have so little to contemplate in the meantime. Won't you grant me a fragment of your time until then and tell me of yours?”

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salveticn​:

     “ hm , no ! ”   a chirp , sang through a reassuring smile .   “ i was going home , but i do not mind a conversation , actually . i’ve spent the day without seeing a soul that speaking to somebody feels surreal ! ”   he was exaggerating , of course , but he would be lying if he admitted that he wasn’t glad of exchanging a few words with someone .   his heart warmed up at the fact that it was going to be hythlodaeus , the listener of his voice that evening .

     “ besides , the train isn’t going anywhere . i can always hop into the next ride – or i can summon my creation for flight . ”   he looked as if lost in thought now , the back of his index finger pressed against his chin , his gaze completely off .   “ yes , i think i will do just that . ”   he mumbled , shifting his attention to the chief once again , that smile never leaving his lips .

     “ what says you , hythlodaeus ? have you got any plans for tonight ? if i may ask … ”

“Ah, hardly,” he says as he leans back comfortably and chuckles. The sound is soft, more breath than laugh. “Azem might have plans that I’ll hear about when they return to the city, but as of now I have a bit of aimless wandering penned into my schedule.”

This is mostly a joke— Hythlodaeus might be forced to keep to a schedule for work, but his diligence extends only so far. Typically an evening like this would be spent at home, perhaps with the company of a friend or two. He glances up to the same place Elidibus was looking only a moment ago, like he might be able to spy the Emissary's unspoken thoughts flying above them both. 

“Though living in Amaurot does allow me that indulgence.” When he smiles, his eyes squint just slightly. “Did you say you’ll fly home?”

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thethirdseat​:

The sensation of being shaken registers before sound returns to him. The gap between those two context clues is enough that he doesn’t understand for a moment where he is, or why Hythlodaeus’s voice sounds so urgent when it finally reaches his ears, calling him, calling him… Hades moans a sound of vague assent, as though he is simply being roused from bed and does not wish to wake yet, but acknowledges the address.

And then he remembers what led to this point, and hears the sounds of fear and horror all around them, of distant shrieks and crackling fires, and Hades snaps upright at once.

Ah—too quickly. His skull protests, and he presses a hand against it with a sharp intake of air. Not in his best shape, but alive.

When he is able to see without being blinded by the russet glare of orange skies, his first order of business is to ascertain their surroundings and their safety, for he recalls placing himself between Hythlodaeus and a horrific beast. Whether it ran off or someone else disposed of it while he was unconscious, it was not, evidently, a present and immediate threat.

So his hands grasp for Hythlodaeus next. “Are you all right?”

“What?” His eyes are wide, too bright against the darkened backdrop their home has become. Rather than the warm, safeness of waking in the morning, there is only the heat of fire and the fear. It’s so loud, louder than the streets have ever been. Hythlodaeus reaches out a little frantically for those searching hands. A scream behind them only makes his grip tighten as he leans closer. Panic bleeds into his voice and turns it brittle, settles into his bones and makes his body feel so far away. “No, you— Are you?”

A few of his fingers hover by Hades’s temple, searching for aether to knit broken skin with. But there is nothing. He can't reach any at all. His practiced, soothing rhymes will not reach them amidst the chaos.

"What were you thinking?"

[soulprofitis]

*  knowing  your  partner  well  can  potentially  make  writing  a  lot  easier,  

name:     fer / friday

pronouns:     he/him

preference  of  communication:      dms here or discord are good, I'll send you mine in dms!! I can also do twt messages if we're mutuals and you'd prefer that. I'm online a lot between work and class, so I try to answer whenever I get a moment.

name  of  muse(s):     Hythlodaeus <3 I'd like to try writing others on tumblr, but I'm not sure how to do a multi-blog TuT I've rped Haurchefant and Estinien privately, written a lot of G'raha and Thancred as well. if we're friends, I'll write pretty much any character haha!! I love to do private rps just to practice and try out new things, AUs and the like. if you ever want to just experiment with character dynamics, I swear, I am always down to try out new characters!! someday maybe I'll write my wol .. I dunno hehe, but I would adore writing npc/wol with everyone, I just. don't know if I should make another blog to do that, or. I don't know haha!! multis I respect you so hard, you are the bravest Among Us.

experience / how  long  ( months / years ? ):     nearly 10 years! not concurrently and I've only been here on tumblr for a few weeks, but I've been in roleplaying communities since I was quite young. writing is my one big hobby haha

best  experience:     I'm really enjoying my time here!! everyone is really kind, I'm sorry for being so awkward in dms lmao. I'm way too enthusiastic, please forgive me TuT I met some of my closest friends in the last rpc I was in, which was on twitter haha. I'm not a part of it anymore, though, lmao.

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers:      nasty shit and forced dynamics. if you rp or write rape or pedophilia or incest stuff, I'll hard block. dark topics are fine so long as we talk them through first, those are only the few I'll block for. just don't be weird!! literally promise you, if you're not weird it'll be fine. and I really hate being cornered into stuff, just message me about what you'd like to write and I'll let you know how I feel about it! I really prefer to write with other lgbt people also because, well. most of my characters are trans and all of them are gay. I don't like talking about gender with cis straight people lmao. it's not a hard line or anything, just a preference haha.

muse  preferences  fluff,  angst,  or  smut:     everything!!! I prefer to write nsfw smut in dms or under complete cuts (if I ever post any of it). between fluff and angst, I love both and get inspired for different stuff every day! if I don't feel the muse for something, I'll just wait a little while to answer until I have it again so I can give you the best reply!

long  or  short  replies:     I love writing paragraph (drabble. let me be honest, I'm so sorry for how much I write.) style, but I really hope I don't make anyone feel like they have to write replies as long as some of mine are. I'm a huge collector of ffxiv lore and character details, so I tend to add more than is absolutely necessary for my own enjoyment lmao. but please do give me something to work with, however long or short your reply is. if I feel stuck, I won't be able to answer you :<

best  time  to  write:     all day, any time I get an idea. I do really love waking up to reply, but usually I have to go work, so I can only draft things and post them later!!

I stole this from @theswell so feel free to steal from me too!! also message me if you ever want to run anything in-game on crystal!!! :D

[leneemusing]

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING 

❝  you need someone.  let me be that person.  let me be what you need.  ❞

❝  look,  i dunno if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now.  but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.  ❞

❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

❝  i used to have so much faith.  maybe not in deities or something but,  in the world.  the universe.  i believed their was a purpose to it all.  i’m not sure when i lost that.  ❞

❝  have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.  ❞

❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞

❝  people need someone to see them for what they are and not just see it but accept it.  i want to be that person for anyone i can…but it can be so suffocating to be that person and also remain unseen.  ❞

❝  sometimes i feel i’m being crushed under the weight of everything i’ll never be.  ❞

❝  you’re looking at me but you’re not seeing me.  do you know how that feels?  just see me.  please.  ❞

❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞

❝  i know i fucked up.  i know i did but don’t shut me out anymore.  let me in.  please let in.  ❞

❝  every time you smile at me,  i memorize it.  i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you.  no matter what happens between us,  that’s what i’ll remember.   ❞

❝  i can’t help but think there’s got to be something out there for me,  somewhere.  just some place where i actually feel like i belong.  ❞ 

❝  the world is so big.  why do i never feel like i fit into it?  ❞

❝  when i’m with you i feel like myself.  i feel like every side of me is present and accepted.  and i feel good about it—  i feel good about who i am when i’m with you.  ❞

❝  do you like me?  i know you love me.  i know you care about me but.  do you like who i am?  ❞

❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

❝  just take my hand and close your eyes.  pretend we’re anywhere else but here.  ❞

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

❝  do you even know what it does to me?  every time i see you cry,  any time you’re hurt even the smallest bit it just— do you realize how deeply you’ve imbedded yourself into my heart?  ❞

❝  i don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore.  i don’t fucking care if anyone else would say about that.  you’re part of who i am now.  the most important piece of me.  ❞

❝  every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you.  ❞

❝  i’m only really living in the moments when we’re together.  the rest is just existing until you look at me again.  ❞

❝  it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you.  everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind,  pulling me towards you.  ❞

❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

❝  i no longer know where i end and you begin.  you’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly,  you’re all i feel anymore.  ❞

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞

❝  i don’t have perfect words.  i’m not the kind of person who knows how to sound poetic and shit.  so all i know what to tell you is that i belong to you.  i don’t know if you want me.  but i’m yours.  and at this point however it is you need me,  i’m here.  ❞

❝  you’re the only thing that matters anymore.  i can’t eat,  i can’t sleep—  all the goddamn cliches from every stupid movie and song.  you’re all i think about.  i’m useless except when i’m yours.  ❞

❝  i haven’t stopped thinking about the way you laugh.  i’m hoping i’ll get to hear it again.  ❞

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

❝  just let me look at you for a little bit.  ❞

❝  i would do anything for you.  all my lines and rules.  they mean nothing when it comes to you.  it’d cross and break them all just to make you happy.  ❞

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// sorry for being a bit MIA!! i’ll be busy for the next few days but i think i’ll be back by wednesday! <3 ty for your patience

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valebatcattus​:

“I’m sure at least one shark will find its way to you.” That always seemed to be the case. She’d almost feel bad if it wasn’t so funny. Hestia turned her attention to the winged horses, interested. “Can they fly, or are the wings just for show?”

Sea creatures with flight were the trend right now, but adding it to land creatures might be on the rise as well judging by those. Were they just adding it to anything they could think of? “I do hope that they at least considered if it made sense for them to fly?”

“They are meant to,” Hythlodaeus says, squinting at the nearest pegasos’s wings. “Eventually they’ll run out of concepts to add wings to, though I don’t know when that day will be.”

He places a hand on his hip when he laughs quietly. “Next someone will add gills and we’ll make sharks all over again!”

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// oooh... this is fun : hyth ascian art