#gildinbainas

[sapphireceo]

@gildinbainas from here

[text] Where to start?

[text] I was not made aware that Egyptians invented condoms. That's...interesting to say the least. I was just under the assumption of it being a more modern concept and invention.

[text] I was aware that is a slur but did not know of those origins. It was taught to the modern society about the Romani / Roma usages of the slur.

[text] Do you know what the calculation of that is for other planets? In comparison to a planet like Jupiter or Saturn.

[text] There's been a handful of articles about me being a "Scorpio". I will call hocus pocus on it. However, I am a man who has an appreciation of stability and consistency.

[text] But you can just direct that to my history and upbringing. I do wonder why you feel you don't believe in that though.

[menelvagor]

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

4. Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

VANILLA SUNDAY QUESTIONS

1 - Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Yes, a romantic but also usually a realist when it comes to the world. Bard really values connections with people, and when specifically with a romantic partner, he will drop everything for them, make them feel special and loved. He remembers the little things and enjoys coming up with date ideas lol. What makes this question sad is that he HAD found both the love and marriage he was looking for. He did want a family and kids. Then his wife died, and since then while her absence is always on his mind and he misses her, he is reaching out for love and potentially open to marriage again. It will just take longer to do so now, and he fears the death that could separate them.

2 - Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Yes, he's a guy that likes to use his hands and make his care known through action - for work, for love, for helping his family and friends. Do not let him have access to your hands and fingers or he will be all over them. Intertwining fingers, tracing lines, massaging, rubbing of the thumb. Soft skin especially is enticing to him because his own is rather tanned, calloused, and bruised - so the softness is a nice feeling and contrast. Also fuck yeah hugs, and plenty of kisses.

[bewitchedmuses]

Arranged marriage

@gildinbainas // continued

When he had agreed to meet with Thranduil never did he imagine such a suggestion be made, by Bilbo no less. That was the only reason why he had considered it, why it seemed like the best course of action. He had not been in his right mind since entering the mountain and the hobbit alone had been the only one that had managed to get through to him. Bilbo had saved his life more times on this journey then he could ever repay. If the hobbit thought that a marriage to unite them and end the feud then he had no reason not to trust him.

He stood now before the Elven king of Mirkwood, brimming with anger. The dwarf had come wanting peace but Thranduil was acting like a spoiled brat. Thorin spat a curse at the other in elvish just to make it sting all the more. "You know nothing of Bilbo Baggins!" Thorin snapped. "That hobbit has gone through great trials for me and my people to reclaim our home. A journey that had nothing to do with him! Not for the promise of wealth and treasure but out of the kindness of his heart. He has saved my life more times then I can ever repay him, pulled me from the brink of madness, faced countless beasts and slayed an orc neither you nor I could." Thorin was fuming and stepped forward.

"Look at me!" He commanded, refusing to talk any further with the elf's back to him in such a disrespectful display. "Don't you speak ill of Bilbo again or I will cut you at the knees and strangle you with my bare hands. He is the ONLY reason I agreed to make peace with you." Thorin may be here for peace but he would not stand by and let the other speak of the hobbit so disrespectfully.

The dwarf stared at Thranduil for a long moment just to make sure that his stance was clear and took a breath to calm himself. "If I had my way it would be him who I would want for my betrothed..." His voice softer as he reached into his pack to take out a small chest. "... But we are of royal blood. We don't marry for love, we marry for duty and what is best for our people. Our kingdoms need each other. We both already have heirs for our respective kingdoms, your son and my nephew, a marriage between us will only be a formality."

Thorin steps forward up to the much taller elf and holds up the chest to offer him. "These jewels belong to you. I return these in good faith to show that I am sincere. My people know that my intentions are genuine and I think yours can tell too... The only one that needs to be convinced is you."

[multlfarlous]

time with the king @gildinbainas

. ———— мѕнαяυησ

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ⌠⦾⌡—— She gave a nod, a smile a bit more on the rare uncertain side as she eyed at the bottle in her hands thoughtfully and half nods her head with a more relaxed expression.

‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ❝ I don't, but it's something I thought you might enjoy? ..Although I don't actually know if this stuff is any good. ❞

[despairforme]

It was NOT A HUNT. It felt very much like one though, as Nnoitra stalked the trace of the elf's spirit. Nnoitra was a natural ambush predator, and patiently, slowly following his meal was exactly how he preferred to hunt. He could tell that Thranduil was moving, and as he got closer to him, he could tell that the other wasn't alone. He was accompanied by others who shared a sense of the same immortality. Other elves, Nnoitra guessed. The party was heading towards the edge of the forest, and Nnoitra followed. His pace just slightly quicker in order to catch up.

When the forest opened up, giving away to a wide sky, he caught up. There was a breeze, which had been hidden in the woods. Grey clouds chased vigorously across a pale blue. A few fallen leaves drifted across the ground, and Nnoitra's bangs briefly shifted out of their usual place, to almost cover his single eye.

He hadn't seen him in a while. He was taller than the guards that stood around him. They were about to draw their weapons. Nnoitra's built-in battle instinct reacted instantly, and his fingers tightened around the hilt of Santa Teresa. Thranduil held up a hand. The guards stopped. Nnoitra's hand relaxed again. He took a few more steps out, so that the shade of the trees was no longer covering him.

Thranduil looked different. Dressed in colours that matched the landscape. His crown too, was different. He didn't seem like he was dying. Of course, he looked better in green and silver, but Nnoitra found himself feeling relieved not to see him dying. He had half expected to find him with decaying, like the world around them seemed to be.

Perhaps the elf understood that his subordinates would enjoy no protection, like he, himself did ( after all, Nnoitra had never harmed him ). Not yet anyway. He was protecting them by sending them away. It wasn't as if their presence was any kind of reassurance for the elven king. Nnoitra could kill him whenever he wanted to. Nnoitra did believe Thranduil was aware of this, but the other was very good at hiding his fear - if he felt any. What met Nnoitra was simply annoyance, as per usual. Thranduil might LOOK different, but he was the same as always. Again, this was a relief.

Why are you here? He wanted to know.

There is nothing for someone like you in these lands.

Nnoitra looked around, as more leaves fell to the ground, tugged down by the breeze.

❝ Looks 'ta me like this land is dyin'. ❞ He said, not answering the question of what he was doing here. He took a few steps closer, leaving Thranduil within reach. ❝ But ya seem fine. ❞ A relief. It would be a shame for the elf to die. Did he want verbal confirmation? Yes. / @gildinbainas .

[diverse-hearts]

@gildinbainas asked for the Best Husband! (Xmas Starter)

It always proved rather difficult whenever work would keep him away from his family for as long as it sometimes could - and though there was a part of him that wished to insist that Atem came with him on such trips, he was trying to give a little more space...even if that meant that there happened to be more eyes upon him whenever he left the mansion. It was simply for the mans safety, nothing else.

Kaiba sighed as he waited on the traffic to move again, tired eyes glaring outside at his city, awash with the twinkling of lights that signalled it was near the end of yet another year, the exhaustion seeming to cling to him even tighter at that thought alone. He'd feel better once he was home and back with those that he loved. That's what he told himself at least.

A message had been sent to the house in advance of his arrival, yet no response had been sent so far, an irritation that he tried to burry with such excuses of being busy with their child or perhaps even sleeping given the late hour - but even those excuses didn't help to ease that unease, that fear. What if everyone had been lying? What if Atem had fled, had left him again? As unlikely as such a situation was, that was the paranoia that continued to eat away at him, even as they arrived at the beautifully decorated mansion, Seto barely paying attention to any of the staff as he rushed inside. "Atem!?"

[naru-uzumaki]

@gildinbainas // for atem

❝ Did I ever tell you you're not supposed to be here by yourself without me, heh. ❞

[shacchou]

@gildinbainas continued from ( x )

An attempt was not made at concealing the scoff that escaped past his lips; Atem's offer sounding akin to a false pleasantry, that was met by a visible narrowing of his eyes. Seto was not foolish to believe his presence was welcomed. If such was the case, the other would not have taken it upon himself to concoct some lackluster excuse in order to avoid him that day.

Checking in ? It was hardly what this was. The need to ascertain someone else's wellbeing only happened when in doubt about said person's condition. And Seto had no doubt about Atem's; not in the least. As if one perfunctory message could fool him. No, instead, he had come here as a means of confirming what he already knew.

Despite how stern he appeared in his scrutinization of the man that stood before him, the other's actions took almost no effort to decipher. Atem could act as cryptic as he desired, but he was still an open book in Seto's eyes. Every little move was a bit more telling than the last until, finally, one action in particular told the CEO all he needed to know. He caught the movement from the corner of his eye, cerulean gaze flickering to fingers that toyed with an old-looking trinket that was hidden from his view the very moment Atem noticed his stare upon it. And, just like that, a searing blast of irritation ( the same that had brewed in silence over the last few weeks ) dispersed within his chest, sucking the very air out of his lungs.

❛ Do you take me for a fool ? ❜ His voice was low as he spoke; syllables escaping between gritted teeth. Rather than a query, the words were an assertion. A warning bell began to ring within his mind—- a clear reminder that this was not a topic he wanted to dwell on. Not now, and possibly never. True, he was not one to shy away from confrontation. But it would be wrong to assume he was not selective about what he chose to speak of. The mere approach of this subject would lead to inevitable revelations. Like, for example, how he was entirely aware of the cause for certain stares Atem had given him, of late. Well, to hell with that. Feigning ignorance was not something he could stand. ❛ How much longer do you intend to keep up this act ? ❜