#fataobstant

[basileuus]

@fataobstant.

     “I  know  you  always  win  at  this  particular  game;  I  need  to  know  the  rules  if  you  want  me  to  play.”

[withinycu-arch]

@fataobstant is caught in the golden thread

“My beautiful god, “ She cooed as curled up to them her fingers reaching to lave in their thick curls. “I have something to discuss with you.”

[aeterrnam-blog]

@fataobstant.

     The  rain  falls  hard  against  the  windows  of  Henry’s  BMW,  tumbling  slanted  through  the  flickering  beams  of  light  gleaming  outside  of  the  motel.  The  neon  sign  reading  “The  Inn  At  Old  Twelve  Hundred”,  pink  and  electric  blue  heralding  vacancy,  buzzes  loudly  above  the  office.  Henry  sighs  as  he  parks  outside  of  room  oh - six,  pulling  the  keys  from  the  ignition.  The  car  sighs  to  a  stop  after  a  brutal  day  of  driving  along  unkempt  state  roads  and  empty  highways  through  dark  woods  and  rolling  hills.  Save  a  gas  station  a  few  miles  down  the  road  and  a  breakfast - only  diner  even  further  the  other  way,  the  motel  is  the  only  thing  around. 

     Henry  takes  his  glasses  off  for  a  moment  and  rubs  his  eyes  hard.  He  leans  in  the  backseat  and  grabs  his  bag.  “Ikaros,”  he  shakes  the  man  beside  him.  “Ikaros,  ἀγαπητέ,  wake  up.  We’re  here.”  In  the  distance,  thunder  rumbles  low  and  trembling.  

[songoftroy-a-blog]

* starter for @fataobstant​

❛  you are back. ❜

Her smile was genuine, radiant. Whenever he left, her heart squeezed with fear of what could happen to him. They could not be together, not now, not really. Not when the question of who she should be betrothed to still lingered. And yet, Hermione could not bring herself to care of what was proper or not as she approached him.

❛ I’ve missed you. ❜

And she had, more than words could express. Not being able to wrap her arms around him was torture. She longed to touch his cheek and bury her head in his shoulder but she remained still, only allowing herself to observe him.

[benignwarrior-blog]

@fataobstant

♤             ❝Loyalty has never seemed to be your top priority, Alkibiades. Tell me; why should I trust you or believe anything you try to tell me?❞ 

[traumaturgic]

Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

˗ ˏ ˋ salt mountain. ˎ ˊ ˗ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚★

      tbh it’s always been kind of funny to me that before I turned… idk, fourteen? I was, like, exclusively writing female ocs. I didn’t even know roleplaying canon characters was a thing until I joined up in the rpc to roleplay china / wang yao from hetalia ( over at @wansui ).

      but even before I joined tumblr I started focusing more on my male characters. I think that was a product of the first really big rp project I was a part of, in which the partner I was playing across played all the female characters. I just happened to be playing all the male ones at the time and I think that stuck?

      on my multi ( @cathexia ) there are a couple of female characters. I most notably want to poke lux at everyone because she’s a literal ray of sunshine, but at the same time, I mean. I think at this point, after more than a decade of straight up roleplaying dudes, my ‘mindset’ has mostly settled.

      still, that doesn’t mean I won’t give it a good try if a character interested me enough to do it!

      also, um, all but one of the roleplay blogs I’ve created ( including the two most active now ) were blogs that. I was. dragged into the fandom for. heh.

[basileuus]

@fataobstant.

“Hm. Is that a threat or a promise?”

Caesar smirks playfully as he fans himself, letting out a huff as he stretches out across the bed, much like a cat who contents itself in sleep. He is not used to the climate of Bithynia, to be sure, much more used to Rome’s milder temperatures. Still, he turns a head to look over at Nicomedes, quirking a brow. Truthfully, his clothes are still discarded from the previous night, and he is only haphazardly covered by the sheets of the bed, but he’s awfully close to kicking those off as well.

“I can complain that it’s hot all I want, and you shouldn’t complain, especially because it gives me all the more reason to have my clothes off. This heat is dreadful.”

     The  damask  curtains  tremble  in  the  warm  breeze  that  blows  in  from  the  sea,  but  it  isn’t  enough,  even  in  the  shade,  to  slake  the  heat.  Nicomedes  barely  notices  it  at  this  point ;  his  skin  no  longer  burns,  and  his  eyes  are  accustomed  to  the  bright,  burning  sun.  He  sits  quietly  at  his  ornately  carved  escritoire,  leaning  back  so  the  sunlight  partially  crosses  his  flesh  and  brightens  the  paper  in  his  hands.  The  king  stares  at  the  odalisque  in  his  four  poster  bed,  dark  burgundy  sheets  stark  against  smooth,  unmarred  skin.

     Nicomedes  places  the  parchment  on  the  desk  and  leans  back  with  a  sigh,  studying  Caesar  from  across  the  room.  “I  don’t  doubt  that  you  can  think  of  a  thousand  more  reasons  to  have  your  clothes  off ;  you’re  very  astute.  It  would  just  be  nice  if  you  didn’t  have  to  bitch  about  the  heat  every  few  minutes.”  The  chair  creaks  as  he  stands  and  stalks  across  the  room,  pulling  his  tunic  off  and  tending  to  his  pants  before  climbing  on  the  bed.  He  climbs  on  the  bed  and  pulls  the  sheet  away,  running  a  hand  slowly  from  Caesar’s  hip  to  the  joint  behind  his  knee.  Nicomedes  settles  between  the  Roman’s  legs  and  drinks  in  his  visage.

[withinycu-arch]

@fataobstant is caught in the golden thread {for Deimos}

   How long had she been watching this child? How long had she ached to snatch them up and wrap them in ivy and golden thread? Too long to go without doing it . .. 

   She sat clothed in only a leopard skin, her tanned legs swinging like a child’s from her seat and her fingers were caught up with her golden thread as it wove in mysterious patterns between her fingers. “It has a mind of its own,” She said softly. “Most holy things do. Do you want me to put it away? What you see in it- that’s only for you and I’m sorry if it's unpleasant.”