#destinywritten

[gemineycs]

( @destinywritten ) « from henry

               “THIS ONE SAYS that he works for you.”

Henry stood between two policemen and looking at his young ( young, young, young, so young ) employer with a grin lacking any chagrin or shame. There had been a little bit of a TUSSLE down by the wharf, and the youthful-looking prophet had gotten involved because he had had the brief flash of a future where a child had fallen off the dock and had drowned. HE WASN’T GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN; he instead caused… a little riot which led children and tough-men away from the water. 

He was bloodied and muddy, but his smile was wide in satisfiaction and anticipation, waiting to see how his boss would react. 

“Hi there, Ringleader,” he said, his arms still being held tightly by the two policemen who were this close to locking him up and throwing away the keys. “Mind telling them to loosen their grip a little? I won’t be able to shuffle my cards tonight if I’m all bruised.”

[peaceificarchived]

@destinywritten liked for a Christmas Starter

Christmas at court was always a rather big deal. A christmas tree that would even make the pope blush, decorations so cheesy Noah shuddered with discomfort. He had always adored Christmas, most excited for every part of it - but this, right here? It lacked ... soul. Heart. Authenticity. 

Everything Noah figured Phillip could use more of, especially this time of year. 

A knock at the prince’s door, and before Phillip could respond, Noah had already used his elbow to push the door open. It wasn’t his face Phillip would see first, but Noah’s arms carrying as many traditional decorations as his mother had been willing to ... temporarily spare.

Maybe Phillip’s family was all about keeping a certain appearance, but Phillip? Phillip would get the most memorable, most heartfelt Christmas Noah could possibly organize, even if it would merely be limited to the safety and privacy of Phillip’s room.

“Special delivery for one Phillip Carlyle?”

[lcstpaths]

                          “Why yes, I did buy four gingerbread house kits. Don’t judge me or my life.” Okay, so - HE seemed to like the taste of gingerbread. And while Eddie had no intentions of putting together said houses - he was probably going to end up eating the pieces. Probably. Not that Phillip needed to know that.

                                                         @destinywritten

[lcstpaths-a]

                          Idris had always been known for their relatively amicable relationships with other countries - and that’s why Alec knew he had to play nice. Be on his best behavior, do the best he could - and then do more than that, because his best wasn’t good enough, never had been. And he thought he was doing a half decent job as he met the prince of America - but his gaze had wandered, voice drifting off as he casually followed the rear end of one of the male castle attendants walking by before he was jerking himself out of a half daydream, focusing back onto the male sitting in one of the other leather seats in the study. “I-” Forgot what he’d been saying. Had to figure this out. Do damage control. “You’re lucky your trip was scheduled now - I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging, but the end of May and early June is always peak weather months here in Alicante.” He wasn’t entirely sure about the rest of the country - but the capital, where he lived, was more than a little beautiful.

@destinywritten / didn’t like it but got one anyway bc plotting got me HYPED

[eiightisgreat-a]

He didn’t know how he’d gotten roped into entertaining the American prince instead of his cousin. Sure, Adrienne was having a bad day and he knew that, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d had... plans. And he wasn’t exactly a nice enough person to do this well. Entertaining royalty had never been something he was trained to do. But he could suggest plenty of at least halfway decent ways to occupy their time, even if it’d be frowned upon. “I really hope you don’t mind going out to a club tonight, because before I got roped into this I was planning on getting drunk and finding a way to get laid, so...” He trailed off, glancing up from his phone at the other male. “And clubs are a great place to do both.”

@destinywritten / gv starter call.

[destinywritten-blog]

When he shall die Take him and cut him out in little s t a r s And he will make the face of heav’n so fine That all the world will BE IN LOVE WITH THE NIGHT And pay no worship to the garish sun.

-romeo and juliet

written and adored by thalia.

[kolhearted-archived]

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( @destinywritten​ ) listen i love phillip so dang much. thalia brings phillip to life PLUS she is a TREAT to speak to OOC. MAJOR LEAGE recommend & positivity. 

( @fallenregent ) el and i are twins, literal twins, and we’re el and ellie, and we’re kol and davina. el’s love of davina and unique take on her is always really fun to work through!

( @hauntedgilbert ) it’s liv’s birthday next week, so that’s more than enough reason for me to scream her name from the rooftops. it doesn’t hurt that she’s ACTUAL jeremy gilbert, you know?

[nonsensible-blog]

a starter for the handsome Carlyle! ; @destinywritten

he’s rather restless today.

perhaps nothing out of the ordinary, but he certainly preferred more excitement. some music, maybe. chatter and foot steps and glasses clinking. something, anything. showmanship was one thing, and it was a very big and exciting thing, but the other side of the show was gritty and albeit a little boring? nah, paperwork wasn’t a thing to concern himself over. truth be told, he was fully invested in his work and could often times be seen hunched over a table and scribbling away with brows knit and hazels hyper focused on the words in front of him.

today just seemed to be a special case. one of those days where he was exhausted with wasting his time stuck indoors and directing and selling and this and that and this and that and then some more of this and that and then the other thing... the man was tired. there was more to life than this-- mn, dangerous thinking, perhaps.

“Phillip, my boy!” he barks out, pushing his chair back in haste and reaching for his long coat in the same motion. He shrugs into the coat lazily, stepping around the table so quickly he very nearly loses his balance before flashing that typically charming grin of his the younger man’s way. “Come along. We’re going for a walk. Fresh air, yes! Fresh air will do us both a world of good, wouldn’t you agree?”

Barnum hardly waits for a response before he makes his way toward the doors, fingers picking and primping and fixing himself up to look presentable to anyone who may look their way upon stepping outside.