#goetiya

[daylighter-gone]

' his name was kenneth? ' ( from aleksander

his stance wasn't particularly defensive, but it was rather stern even for him, as if he were about to deliver a report or a lecture or simply administer his disapproval with a frown. that was after he had been forced to stop in his tracks as well, his fast-paced return and the commotion of it drawing to a halt like a bow pulled taut. the happenings of his every day through limgrave had led him to that crippling bridge, and there he had found a man calling out for help — he had dispensed of this event plainly, before throwing away his armaments and striding further into the keep. the loyal shadow he called his own had followed after him mildly perplexed. barring his way now, they were facing one another.

folding his arms against his chest   ( the silver armour was filthy, and robbed off a poor, decrepit soul who had been pardoned from defending anything now ), he said monotonously, and with a shrug, ❛❛  yes, it happened to be.  ❜❜  with equal seriousness he warned the starless lord, ❛❛  horribly chatty, he was. trust me, you can't believe a word of someone named that.  ❜❜

[edenfelled]

‘ finally , i plead guilty of adoring you . ’ ( carmilla @ lenore

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓, the last of her aged merlot a lazy vortex in the centre of the glass. It was the last of most things, really — the 'midday' conversation before the two retired to their beds; embers in the fire, maps scattered across the war table, glasses to be attended to by the servants before the call of dusk. Lenore leaned back and let the last of the brew slip between her teeth, letting her tongue catch the last drops from her fangs.

❝Say it any louder and they'll think I've pulled your fucking arm,❞ she teased, wine-drunk and whimsical in one.

The metal tinked against the marble as she rose, pretty skirts crushed under her weight once-curled by the fire smoothed, and she strayed towards her companion's side with one hand on her back and the other looped around her shoulders. It was easy when she was hunched over so many documents ( maps and logistics, territories and displaced leaders. ruin, ruin, ruin. for a second, she swore she tasted ash ) and she let her hand brush over the marks. ❝It is getting wider,❞ she remarked ( ❝I'm worried, Carmilla,❞ she wanted to say. ).

Her lips pressed gently to her cheek before she released her hold, her fingers trailing down her arm until she seized her hand. ❝Come to bed,❞ appealed she, catering to the other's cold logic. ❝If you adore me so.❞

Diplomatic. A little manipulative. If it benefitted her, however? A harmless sin. ❝You are the dreamer. There's no point to this if you don't dream.❞

[wersa]

liadrin + sunset kiss

PALETTE CHALLENGE

ELF RAVE PT. 2

These are so much fun omg!! Keep them coming.

[xmarksthescott]

list of scenarios  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other ( @goetiya​)

it’s not often that they get this time where the world isn’t falling apart and theirs to fix. running the team together was a great idea for krakoa, but perhaps more strenuous on a marriage they’d only recently renewed. it’s made him cherish these moments all the more --the days he can just wake up to her and actually have a chance to breathe. 

there’s a normalcy here that they’ve never had --a rare occasion where no sense of urgency looms on the horizon. wasn’t this what they’d always wanted but seemed to far away?

he wakes up with a soft, lazy smile watching her sleep for a moment until suddenly she starts to stir a bit. “morning mrs. summers,” he whispers.

[chubbyybunnie]

I would like to work with Lord Mammon. I would like to do more research on him and the things he would like on an altar, preferred offerings, customs, warnings etc. May I humbly request resource recommendations from you beautiful individuals who have experience, please?

[haeorta]

atreus  &  akali  by  S2PDskwid  !  commissioned by me , ft.  @goetiya please do n.ot re.blog unless tagged

[wersa]

beach breeze + lucretia!wow verse?

PALETTE CHALLENGE

ELF RAVE PT. 1

Last minute change to PASTEL SUNSHINE, not BEACH BREEZE on stream.

[clocksprince]

My muse spits your muse’s name like it hurts to say. ( from valencia !

he had never heard his name be spoken that way before, like it was a desperate or guttural call. there was almost a dreamy quality to it, that one could be needed or sought in such a way. that it would warrant a name being spoken with like a punch of emotions. at first it welled his chest with something like wonder, and fascination, before a bout of horror ruined his unsettling admiration of it : he dropped his cane and dashed forward, even as pain flared through his knees, but it was quick enough that he had gotten down the stairs of the institute to find her.

❛❛ valencia, is that you? ❜❜  his eyes widened, only for a fraction when he found her at last. ❛❛ goodness! ❜❜  beneath the darkly night sky, the hunter was merely like a shadow, sagging against the iron-wrought doors with a hand to her ribs. she appeared as if yharnam had swallowed her down and spat her out at this refuge. absconding the institute steps as the cathedral bells rang, jem caught her by the arm. his own form was too weak to drag her all the up, but this was a start. ❛❛ come on, let me help. you've survived worse. ❜❜