#my starter

[strawberryvampgurl]

Meowscadda and sprigatito!

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

Send in a Number 1-16 to get a kiss! For an extra challenge, don’t look under the Read More.

No minor Muses, all these nerds are Adults.

Do NOT reblog my Meme without sending something in. A Hi, A space fact, Your favourite Cookie. Something.

1. Back of Hand Kiss- Gentleperson style

2. Kiss on the Palm- Soft Style

3. Cheek Kiss -Sweet

4. Kiss on the neck- Oh my

5.  Punch to the face- They kissed their knuckles first!

6. Forehead Kiss- Adorable

7. Kiss of Death- It might not kill you, but it WAS poisoned

8. Lick to some part of the body -Uhhhhh

9. Stomach Kiss- Cuddles

10. Air kiss on both cheeks -Greetings

11. Teasing Kiss -Ohoho

12. Butterfly kisses- For the warmth

13. Passionate Kiss- You must have spoken french, Morticia

14. Kisses up the arm- Morticia please

15. Accidental Kiss- Oh. Oh no.

Bonus: BITE. -Get chomped some place

[dukeofcaladan]

Sleepless Night.

This can be read as a solo or starter for anyone interested. Does take place on Arrakis. Also, I’m posting this on mobile so apologies if this just looks awful with horrible spacing.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, medication use. Mentions of not getting sleep (If I missed something just lemme know.)

How long had he been staring at the bull? Looking into those dark, lifeless eyes. Reliving the day that he lost his father to it. The day that the mantle had passed and he became the Duke. Duke Leto Atreides.

He should have been facing the portrait of the Old Duke, hoping for wisdom from the man. Asking for wisdom from his father who had long passed, but his eyes locked onto the horns of the bull. The dried blood looked wet tonight, and Leto surpassed a shiver that passed through him. Remembering the day that made him Duke.

“I heard that the Old Duke laughed while the Bull trampled him,” a young Paul had once said to him.

Leto remembered that day all too well and the Old Duke wasn’t laughing. He was gurgling. A sound that couldn’t be mistaken. A sound that Leto heard in his dreams when they came to remind him it could happen to him. Still, the creature was only partially to blame. It was merely a pawn.

And yet, Leto stood wondering if he was going to encounter his own bull on Arrakis. It was true the Harkonnens were planning something against him. There was talk of a traitor in their midst and that Leto knew he was their target. Still, he believed that knowing this plan meant he was one step ahead. That he could build something here for Paul to take over once he was gone. It would never be his ancestral home, but they would plant the roots for it to grow into something great. He wanted to do that for his son, then peacefully go. He could go when Paul was ready. Leto refused to leave when Paul was so young. Like his father had done to him.

Dropping his chin to his chest, his hands squeezed the back of the chair. Could it be possible that he was going to face his own bull on this harsh planet? The feud between House Atreides and House Harkonnens was an old one, but still there were embers in those dying flames. It wasn’t something that Leto often thought about back on Caladan. Where the threat of the Harkonnens wasn’t nearly as great as here. Leto had known the risk was greater here. That the Baron wasn’t going to just be okay with everything and had sent him a letter at one point. However, none of that mattered. With each passing day, Leto missed his home more and more. He missed hearing the waves when he was listening late at night, hearing them in the morning, and even during the storms. The salt in the air that clung to the castle and was part of his home. Home. Leto missed home. His family had ruled over Caladan for so many generations and now it was likely the future of his house would rule Arrakis…

Still, Leto was determined to do what he could for this planet and show Emperor Shaddam he could do it.

Even if he wasn’t certain.

Paul had even encountered a Hunter-Seeker when he arrived. They had tried to kill his son. Ice formed in his stomach at the mere thought that not only was he in danger, but his family. Leto didn’t doubt that his family was protected, he trusted his men. Leto trusted their loyalty, but doubt still swam in his mind at moments when he was alone. It hurt him to question everyone’s loyalty. Second, guess everyone’s words or motives.

The bottle of his anti-fatigue pills was the only thing on the table currently. Dinner had gotten cleared long ago, and he wasn’t even going to the kitchens to find himself something to eat. His appetite was long gone, even if they had made one of his favorite dinners.

Grabbing the bottle of anti-fatigue pills, he swallowed a few before leaving the dining hall and heading towards his personal study. There were reports to look over for Arrakis that Hawat had found him and he could learn more about the spice. It was going to be another restless night, but at least for the night he kept his own personal bull from trampling him.

[ofcloakandmagic]

Mun needs some fluff so send in a number 1-10 and spin the wheel of lovey dovey shit. Lemme know if you’d rather your Muse be doing the lovey doving.

Do not reblog unless you’re a mutual to this blog (OfCloakAndMagic). Don’t.

1. Kissing their palm

2. Massage

3. Petting hair

4. Hugs

5. Cuddles on a Cold Night

6. Comfort after a nightmare

7. Kisses of relief after a tough battle

8. Sharing a moment with tea

9. Flirting, without saying a word

10. Sharing secrets

[shiteddsays]

Ditgar...

[dragonscalie]

Say hello to my new son

[notyandereijustloveyou]

@perfumednightingale

-The music swelled through the room, setting the mood for the nonverbal story being told by the dancers on stage. Though each of them were unbelievably talented, Grey's eyes followed only one. She seemed one with the music, gracefully floating across the stage with a supernatural level of grace and bodily dexterity. She seemed to glow under the spotlights, though they seemed redundant with how well her smile lit up the stage. The story at last came to a bittersweet end, and in turn the song faded to silence. The room was then filled with a brief moment of timeless nothingness, as though the world itself ceased to exist as soon as the dancers stood still. Suddenly a row of young women ran to the front of stage, each giving a delicate bow. All at once the spell was broken. Thunderous applause shook the entire room, and Grey jumped to his feet to reward the talented dancers with a standing ovation, just as he had done every week for the last year.

This time, however, he did not file out with the rest of the crowd. Instead he opted to wait until the dancers themselves were leaving. His favorite, his darling little ballroom dancer was coming closer now, and he unconsciously gripped the bouquet a bit harder. Nerves threatened to make him flee from his spot, but he managed to hold his ground.-

Hello, Miss, you were absolutely astounding tonight! Your talent is simply indescribable! Please, accept these flowers, though I admit it's a rather cliche gift. Surely you receive hundreds of flowers each time you perform, but l didn't know what you'd prefer. I'm sorry, you deserve much better but you usually leave in such a hurry I can't find a time to talk to you.

[selinosbound]

       intelligence    brings    an    arrogance    ,     intelligence    brings   the    logic    ,  intelligence    brings    the    knowledge   .  the   trait  of  a  leader   ,   yet    not   enough   .   

THE    SOUL  ,   THE    HEART   ,   THE    KINDNESS  .