#ruintalk

[renderedheartless-blog]

The Darkling: i need to get something off my chest

Dmitri: is it your shirt?

The Darkling:

Dmitri:

The Darkling:

Dmitri: ...please say yes

[iskraraevsky-blog]

THE KING’S GUARD

      “A wolf knew how to HUNT, a hawk knew how to become a bird of p r e y, and ISKRA RAEVSKY knew how to fight just the same. The break of her knuckles was as familiar to her as the breath in her lungs. The spilling of her blood was just as familiar as the flow of it through her veins.”

PORTRAITS OF THE GRAND PALACE: 1/ ∞

[oqhelia]

Who are you applying for in RAR?

I’m so sorry that this is late! I put off answering it because I hadn’t settled on a role at the time this was sent in, but then I ended up forgetting all about it being in my inbox. As of right now, I’m finishing up my application for the Darkling, but I’ll also be sending in one for Margarete if I have the time. 

Thank you so much for checking in! Best of luck with applying, if you are as well — same to all of you in the tag. It’s been such a joy seeing all of your wonderful creations, and I can’t wait for these characters to come to life. Pace yourselves and be sure to rest when you get tired while writing; don’t stress! We’re in the final stretch, but let’s all remain calm.

We’ve got this! ♥

[nhemesis]

RHEA TERESHKIN : countess, human

❛ ― useless, they had hissed at her as she sat at the table – head bowed with the weight of their disappointment, as plain as the dirt we step upon and as stupid as it too. so she showed them just how plain and stupid she could be, tearing from them all the gold and riches that they had once lavished in.

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[elidclochan]

Vera: You're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you stay up late.

Lei: Joke's on you, I'm gonna hate myself in the morning no matter what.

[inkhcart]

Anton: [ puts hands on hips ]

Viktor: Are you posing?

Anton: Google Earth. Always takin pics.

[arseniist-blog]

ARSEN TARASOV :: edit (1/??)

Arsen was a kiss that bit into one’s lip so as to draw blood, was a flame that danced so enticingly only to burn one’s fingers when they pressed too close.