#...i made myself sad

[syluriar]

DRAGON!SYLUS WITH "EVERMORE" FROM THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST SOUNDTRACK!!!

[tesshex]

Forever means forever, little buddy...

[killthebxy]

send ‘pain is weakness leaving the body’ for a randomly generated outcome (alternatively, send it + reversed) // accepting 6. Jon finds Daenerys hungover, ft. @zcldrizes

          he’s made it a point of honor, to stay as close to her as possible and for as long as possible --- yet not fooling himself with believing he has any sort of power to make her tragedy less cruel, less consuming. how could he, when this world has brought to ruin her dearest friend and protector, yet another of her children, and now even the sweet, tender, most trusted adviser has gone missing? many and more disgraces Jon himself has seen befalling himself and his family... and yet, if he who knows nothing knows anything at all, it is that bearing own suffering is infinitely easier, less painful, than to have it inflicted upon loved ones whilst HELPLESS to rescue them from it. therefore, it is the very least he can do --- to stay by her always, and lessen her burden if only by a fraction.

          easier said than done, when there is so much to prepare for the upcoming strike on King’s Landing... strategies to discuss, soldiers to heal, mouths to feed. minor hassles, truly, when compared to the silver queen’s sorrow and grief, and hence Jon also attempting to ease it off her shoulders as much as he can --- being the one to willingly oversee and command it all. though, evidently, if every choice a man makes comes with a price, this one takes the toll on his mind and body by wearing them down to the point of exhaustion; to the point of falling asleep at his work desk, and slumbering for an hour or two when original intention had been to finish matters swiftly and, right after, go to seek Daenerys. which he promptly does now, still rubbing the drowsiness off tired eyes with the back of a burned hand --- finding his way among the corridors and halls of Dragonstone, at this time bathed in the orange glow of setting sun; ironic, and eerie just as much, how it makes it seem the dragons carved out of stone are bathed in blood.

          the dragon he means to find, however, their mother, is not in her chambers... and to open the door and find it empty has the bastard’s stomach going for a not so gentle flip. where can she be, then...? Unsullied soldiers stationed to keep guard only know she exited and requested to not be disturbed, and for a moment Jon considers sweeping this castle from top to bottom till finding her --- yet gut feeling has a damn good idea of where she may be, and thus he heads there absent any further waste of time. and, indeed, a moment later he’s proven right, entering the throne room to catch glimpse of the very familiar mane of silver hair --- only the sight is less composed than he hoped for. she’s on her throne, yes, though more SLUMPED on it than properly seated; no doubt, to be blamed on the empty cup she yet holds in hand and the wineskin discarded on her lap. and can he blame her, for seeking comfort and warmth in a place that will remove her from hideous reality at least for one night? what does break his heart, however, is not the fleeting escapism that comes with numbing the senses and that his lover has fallen prey to --- rather, the red and swollen eyes and the flushed cheeks still damp with tears. a woman may weep, but not a queen... yet all he sees is A GIRL broken and battered by life, desperately trying to hang onto whatever scraps she still has left. quiet but quick steps bring him to her, then, and he drops to one knee before Daenerys.

‘ my love... ‘ voice gentle as is his smile, hand reaching for her own free one. ‘ come to bed with me? i’ll carry you if you’d like. you need rest. ‘

[eyeslike-morphine]

Altaria

“Ah...you’re lovely...something with wings has no business here. Fly free, friend.”

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[moonlight-at-dawn]

My internet has been running at a measly 100 Kbps all day, and now that I’m ready for sleep, it’s running fine...

[lillotte17]

Ok, tell us what Aili did during those two years!

Oh! Hahaha…that…is a good question. >.> *sweats*

Of course, there isn’t too much I can say, because I’m certain we’re about to be handed a good chunk of canon for it IN A WEEK. *screams*

But…actually my headcanon for her at the end of DAI is pretty sad. It is sort of…the end of innocence. Solas leaves, and she slowly comes to terms with the fact that she’s probably never going to see him again. He was her first love, and she’s not certain she is capable of a second. She’s not even sure where she would look for that. And she’s not certain she wants to look for that. And with that comes the acceptance of the fact that she’s probably never going to have a family again.

She’s still the Inquisitor. She can’t go home, and even if she could, they’d all treat her differently. They might not even let her come back,since having someone as famous (or infamous) as the Inquisitor traveling with them might put the clan in unnecessary danger. She tries to pass on the knowledge that Solas shared with her, but she knows that most of her people will not accept the word of someone who has lived so long among the flat-ears and the Shems. Especially when her only proof is, “my ex-boyfriend told me so.”

She feels isolated. Lonely. Time goes by and more and more of the people she was close to go off to fight for other causes, leaving her to sit on a cold throne surrounded by vipers, passing out fake smiles to nobles, and hiding more and more of her own heart away.

The girl who fell in love with a god was made of fire and laughter and hope. She did nothing by half measures and wore her emotions openly for the world to see.

The woman who finds him two years later is a touch wiser, a good deal more secretive, and infinitely more sad. She answers to Inquisitor more readily than her own name.

[jasonalghul]

"Little thing"

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.

Jason’s lip trembled slightly and he looked away, holding in tears. “..Sometimes when I angered Daddy he could give me bad touch as puni-punis…” Punishment…

[wewerenotthefirst]

http://wewerenotthefirst.tumblr.com/post/53982531271/france-canada-england-engcan-youre-a-coward-til He isn’t really jealous but he does watch when Matthew and Arthur lean close, heads tilted together, during the summit. Their chairs bend towards each other and by the way Matthew colors, maybe Arthur has a hand on his thigh under the table. Francis wonders why Arthur can get away with it. — “While your concern is oddly touching, I am not doing anything Matthew does not want.” Arthur mockingly holds up his whisky, the glass clinking at the bottom. “Also, we both could be alcoholics so don’t use that argument.” After a pause, he adds, “You twat.” “Are you forgetting he drew blood the first time?” He points to the crook of his elbow where he can still almost feel Matthew’s nails shredding the skin there even before Arthur’s fingers pressed in alongside Francis’s cock. “Maybe he just wanted something to remember you by.” Arthur snorts. “Before you left.” There is no again unspoken but Francis thinks there are echoes of it. — There is no next time because Francis waits too long before leaving and by the time he gets there, Matthew is on his back with Arthur between his thighs and they’re kissing and there’s shades of tenderness in the way Arthur touches Matthew and there’s something in the way Matthew’s arms slide around his shoulders that makes Francis quietly leave. (now tell me about these three and please be sure to break my heart while doing so)

— theproblemswithindecision

(shhh liz i only break hearts bc i love so much *smooch*)

*cracks knuckles, getting down to busy*

Okie doke. First off all, Francis is a filthy fucking liar because he is hella jealous. In the first one, he wonders why Arthur can get away with being so touchy-feeling with Matthew, why Arthur can get so close (literally, physically) when if it were Francis, Matthew would turn into a hissing cat move away. Francis is a bit of a masochist, because he spends a lot of time wondering why he and Matthew can't have the same relationship (because, god, Francis wants it more than he thinks he should).

Which leads me to that second passage, Francis doesn't think Arthur is good enough. In the cut scene, Francis calls Arthur an alcoholic who probably manipulated Matthew into bed. Arthur finds that funny (also he's a little tipsy), but part of him also gets where Francis is coming from (that line, at the end, about Matthew wanting a piece of him--speaking of which, that Arthur being dark and asshole-ish about the fact that he knows Francis is a piece of shit who left Matthew with so much as a goodbye). So, Arthur knows Matthew is a source of contention between him and Francis, and Arthur also knows (intimately) that Matthew still has issues about Francis. 

Oh, hold up, on a second reading, I remember that Francis also criticized Arthur for being so rough (rough enough that Matthew scratched Francis that hard) and Arthur is just like 'i don't think you understand, he wants it rough' (like its all pre-negotiated, Matthew likes it rough. like. scary rough.). Yeah, so Francis is being overprotective and Arthur is rolling his eyes and not appreciating Francis being so nagging, especially when he doesn't have the ground to stand on.

(Side note: They DP'd Matthew. Francis thinks Arthur bullied Matthew into doing it, Matthew suggested it over tea. I assume Arthur did a spit take.)

That last bit, Francis has been getting progressively more upset, realizing that he can't really have Matthew and what they do have (the sex) is a pale substitute. So, Francis angsts. But, then he realizes that its better than nothing. But he walks in just as he sees what he really wants (which is what Matthew and Arthur have, love and tenderness that you can't really replicate if you don't actually feel that way. Like, Francis realizes that he can't give Matthew what Arthur can give him, and he realizes that that's what Matthew wants and deserves.). So Francis realizes that…Matthew doesn't need him, not in bed, not in love. And Francis…accepts that. He has no choice. So he leaves.

But its good that he leaves! Because he's only hurting himself. Like, Matthew can try all he wants, but he can't reciprocate what Francis wants, just as Francis can't just start over. Like they can keep fucking, but Francis doesn't want that and Matthew struggles with Francis wanting something more than just fucking.

(Like, Matthew doesn't know how to be with Francis the way he is with Arthur. It would be…foreign and unfamiliar and probably really uncomfortable.)

I think that's it...

Basically, Francis was a mismatched puzzle piece. He didn't fit, no matter how hard he tried or any compromises. It just wasn't going to work out.