#rotenthings

[impercre]

💋 from princess irulan, for whoever ! just something silly.

Send 💋 get a kiss | 3\5 (still accepting)

Oh.

He wanted to kiss her. It had often struck him that there was something within the Princess that couldn't be taken only given. A purity he himself did not possess. To be loved by her would be like being shriven before the Great Mother. But he was aware too how the Imperium saw his house. They had become too Ixian, too decadent and debauched.

He wondered if that was why she had asked for a kiss and hoped it wasn't "As you wish, your highness," He said, fingertips's tracing her jawline. They're the rough hands of a fighter and for a moment he imagines his fingers snagging along her skin as if it's silk.

Then he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. It's brief but not quite so brief enough to be chaste. Then he let his hands drop and pulled away as if some signal had been given that this rite or whatever it was had ended.

"How else do you wish to command me, your highness?"

[cthoniian]

how his heart broke, to see her face and hear her words - but to know … she was just as gone from him as if she truly had been dead. yet he steels himself for the constant urge she has to run, to seek revenge against those who deserve it - but always running, always leaving.

‘ you clearly must have drunk more ale than i saw if you’re throwing accusations of decency around. perhaps you better get yourself to bed until you’re sobered up. then you may try your hand at murder. otherwise you might hurt yourself coming down the stairs. ‘

a flippancy he doesn’t feel in his words, a teasing dismissal as he shoos her towards the bed. the inn was generous enough to provide them dinner and drink, and a singular room besides. but there was only one bed. and one bed when she seemed just as likely to gut him as continue forgetting him? no thank you.

‘ best of luck if you try to sneak out - i’ll be sleeping by the door. ‘

“  you  seem  a  decent  man,  i  hate  to  kill   you.  ” // kaan & raeve// @rotenthings

[literare-at-ayarn]

from @rotenthings, elain archeron : are you cold? why are you shaking?

there are things that simply never leave the borders of autumn. there are things that never leave the high lords mannor either, for that matter. things hidden away by clothes in pristine condition, hidden away behind a mask of indifference, hidden away because he will it so. he had spoken true. he wanted better for his own court, and for that to happen, his father needed to die. there was however, the timing of it all. needed to happen at the right time, in the right way. and if he had no allies, then it all might be for nothing. all he had endured, what his mother, brother and court had endured, all he had done in the dark, in the shadows. one misstep, and it would all be for nothing. sometimes, the mask slip. does however, not allow himself to appear weak infront of others. this time, it was not the case. does not hear her before she speak, and spine stiffen, hands flex by his side as features shift into a practiced mask. gaze lift to the made fae, air caught in throat slowly exhaling after a few moments. slight quirk at the corner of lips, as the high fae turn more towards her. " i do not get cold, "

[voughtpride]

𝙸𝚃'𝚂  𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻,  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚈  𝙷𝙴  𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂  𝙰𝚃  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂.  He  cannot  remember  the  last  time  she  sought  him  out,  the  last  time  it  was  not  him  chasing  at  her  heels  like  a  fucking  dog  begging  for  attention,  table  scraps.  He  follows  the  sound  of  her  boots  through  Vought  Tower  as  she  makes  her  way  to  him, guessing which doorways she moves through, what halls she takes in the labyrinth. 

Blue  gaze  contrasts  crimson  splattered  skin  as  she  appears  in  the  mirror  above  his  shoulder.  Hands  move  to  clean  blood  splatter  from  the  square  of  his  jaw,  swiping  back  toward  his  ear,  anything  to  get  the  smell  out,  away. 

> [ sigh ] " what did you do ? " from maeve <3 @rotenthings

𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂  𝙰𝚂  𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳,  muscle  memory  tightens  chest,  heart  sinks,  WEAKNESS  curdles  in  his  stomach,  a  writhing  mass  of  bile  he  does  not  recognize.  He  swallows  the  feeling,  holds  a  pillow  over  it  until  the  pain  stops  kicking.  He  resists  the  urge  to  scoff,  head  shifting  back,  a  flinch  of  a  retreat  before  boy  becomes  man  becomes  hero  again,  caught  in  his  own  lapse  of  face,  reactions  far  too  telling,  exposing  him  in  a  way  he  often  thinks  only  SHE  can. 

YOU  ARE  REALLY  THAT  EASY,  AREN'T  YOU  JOHN?  A  balancing  act  of  intimacy  and  impulse.  He  needs  to  be  seen  but  hates  to  be  known.   “ I  didn't  do  anything,  Maeve. ”   John  lies,  irritation  clear  in  his  tone,  she  is  down  nine  points,  but  she  has  the  gall  to  ask  him  what  he  has  done. Homelander turns then, points his gaze at the other supe.  “ Don't  fucking  look  at  me  like  that. ”   

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐱,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ how are you holding up ? ❜ … @rotenthings, cassian to elain.

life moves on for those around her in a blur , and she cannot help but feel as though she is stuck in a pocket of time that everyone else has long since left behind. some part of her will always long for the life left behind in that of the human lands , will always mourn for the loss of love ⸻ the   loss   of   choice. an iron band adorned with pearls and diamonds still circles her ring finger ; a permanent chain linking her to a time she can never return to.

on any other day , elain would be out in her garden , breathing life into the very earth through the gentleness of hands that have come to only know the   world's   cruelty. however , the pitter patter of harsh rain against the windows is enough of an indicator that it won't stop anytime soon. she's never cared about getting her hands dirty , but the last time she'd returned from gardening with a chill settled into her very bones , drenched , &. covered in mud , she'd gotten so sick that her throat felt as though she'd swallowed glass every time she spoke. instead , elain stands in an apron that has certainly seen better days , traces of flour in the ends of curls , kneading dough against the kitchen counter. she'd spent so long rotting at the edge of a window , frozen , that all she can do now is constantly be on the move. if she can't keep herself busy , too many thoughts swarm her all at once. in a world she feels she has yet to find her place in , it's the best she can do.

❝ hm ? ❞ lost within her own thoughts , she doesn't truly hear the words , though her mind manages to catch up and process the question. focus shifts from the task at hand to the male in front of her ; corners of lips tick upwards into a blossoming grin , the company more than welcome. ❝ oh. i'm . . i'm   doing   good. ❞ something in her smile turns sad &. the light doesn't quite reach her eyes , though she supposes it probably hasn't since she'd been made. gaze averts down to the countertop , chestnut tendrils falling just far enough to obscure the side of her face ; she prays to whoever will listen that it's enough to disguise the crack   in   her   mask , no matter how faint it might've been. when her gaze meets his once more there is nothing but warmth within mousy hues. ❝ what about you , cassie ? how are you doing ? ❞

[vhsgltch]

@rotenthings said : " i uh, i understand more than you think. "

an eyebrow raises as he looks at steve, tongue pressed against his cheek in amusement. fingers tap against his thigh to a beat he wasn't sure he could quite place as his gaze didn't waiver.

"please, i'm begging, tell me one thing you know about how to play the game that doesn't sound like dustin is feeding it to you." there's a glint in his eye, almost hoping steve could offer something that would impress him, while also wanting to be right.

[kalijhomentethi]

teeth trapping akali’s finger between sharp canines. a playful growl rumbling from within her. ( from riri. 💖

who would’ve thought that she’d be caught like this? caught unaware by her little beast. quite the hunter, ahri is. a light laugh, not quite convinced yet that her finger is in danger, despite the sharp teeth that hold it in place. “oh no,” she says, eyes twinkling. “scary. hope you don’t do anything to me. i can bite back.” akali lets out a faux growl to match ahri’s, leaning close.

[erobret]

@rotenthings

VELARIS ; THE COURT OF DREAMS . it made sense . nightmare and dream . two sides of the same coin . one could not exist without the other . light and dark . crimson hues stared down at the twinkling lights below as wind rustled sunset hair . the wind . . . lids fell as she took in the touch . the scent of the wind . so long had it been since she last felt it upon her flesh . letting out a breath her gaze slid to the male who had approached .❝ you must be the one known as cassian . ❞ she spoke --- her voice . . . another thing she had to get used to using once more ---