#skipsong

[aiiaiiiyo]

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[heavnhill]

there never seems to be a sunny day in gotham. she’s not sure when she’s last seen the stained glass finally glow   —   it does, in the bright white flashes of lightning, sometimes if the moon is at the perfect angle, but fuck, she’d make another deal with the devil just to see a golden, sunny day again. she’d make another deal with the devil to go outside as herself. to go to a fucking movie theater or to pick up groceries. anything at all. feed the ducks. she keeps dreaming of it. she’s dreaming about it now in a pile of black fur, talons and twitching legs. they dream together, they dream as a hivemind. all thirteen hounds connected into vivienne’s brain, watching everything.

one head pops up with a low grumble. another, another, and another, and in the middle   —   vivienne has her head perked up, right between the heads of her hounds. the grumbles turn into bristling, a crescendo of something from deep within their sternums, burning like the flames they were born from. the barks pierce between thunder, punctuating every clap, every jagged crack of lightning. they’re barreling down the attic stairs, a mess of paws and wagging tails, glowing red eyes   —   like dogs, with maws that crease back far into near-smiles, and rows of eyes that seem to see too much.

one more flash   —   it’s deafening, this time, most likely striking just outside the cathedral. between milliseconds of darkness, between the flickers, under a bluish glow   —   she stands at the end of the aisle. the dogs have silenced all at once. it’s only the heavy breathing of wild animals and rain pelting against glass. this presence it’s louder than the storm, but physically so quiet   —   every drop of her pulse, every muscle twitch, it’s all so still, so controlled. between those pews, are a set of cold, piercing blue eyes, staring pack, absorbing lightning, staring daggers. they’re between curtains of black hair, like a mourning veil. vivienne doesn’t need to speak   …   the only person who needs to speak, is the intruder. the dogs flank and wait for any command, any single movement that may be wrong.

@skipsong, selina kyle.

[vampyrebaited]

🦇 @skipsong sent ❝ i can take it. even if i cry, i want it. ❞ - guy

cara reached up, her fingers tracing up the back of guy's neck until they came to tangle in his curls. he looked so good like this. she couldn't help but observe the shape of his spine and the skin of his neck and shoulders already bearing red marks from earlier. she smiled, and pulled his head back a little. "good, i want to hear you. i want the neighbors to know." with her free hand she made sure the tip of her strap lined up with his entrance. "can you feel me, babe?" she leaned in close to his ear, contorting herself a little so that the cock stayed right where she put it, even as she moved closer to him. "what about now?" cara asked as she pushed inside of him. she couldn't feel what he really felt like around her strap, but if the assessment of him she'd made with her fingers was any good, she was sure that he felt perfect.

[frosthidden]

@skipsong sent ❝ you don’t need to think — just obey. ❞ ( selina kyle )

these days she was really starting to hate thinking. thinking brought problems and she didn't want to deal with any of those right now. she could follow selina's instruction with ease. "yes, ma'am," slid from her lips as she nodded. it felt right in the moment, but if that wasn't what her companion wanted to be called she'd be happy to adjust. she kept her eyes on the other woman, waiting for instructions that were sure to follow. she stepped to the side a little, subconsciously allowing selina access to her back. "whatever you want, i'm all yours." she could tie her up, use toys on her, hell, that whip was an option. alice's mind could cook up plenty of things she'd let selina do just to feel the release of not being in charge.

[heartsbreaking]

@skipsong sent ❝ make a mess. i’ll clean it up with my mouth. ❞ ( to cora, from selina kyle )

"you're sure?" cora asked, breathlessly. she struggled to relax even when she knew she could. she was on the edge of fully letting herself relax, but her head got in the way. she struggled to grip the wall with her palm. one leg rested on selina's shoulder while she made quick work of cora's composure. in the mirror she could see how flushed her cheeks were. she looked back down at selina between her legs. she wanted to be here, she wanted to be good for her and god did selina's fingers and tongue feel so good. if selena was telling her what she wanted, who was she not to listen. "i'm close, so close." she told her. "i want to."

[stilloves-arc3]

it wasn't a long flight from her home and to dragonstone, but she didn't come here as often as she wished. they weren't as close as they used to be, her and rhaenyra, as when they grew up in the red keep. but every now and again she comes to dragonstone, if only for a day or two. not feeling like she could leave the orphanage for too long & had a role to uphold, now that she was married. a displeased sound come from her dragon when lead down into the dragon pit, knowing she isn't confined much at home. not normally anyways. the dragon keeps close, no matter where she might be. " jacaerys, " there's a smile upon features while walking towards him, pulling gloves off her hands. " i feel you grow a head taller between each time i see you. "

starter call. jacaerys velaryon & aelora targaryen. ( @skipsong. )

[frosthidden]

@skipsong sent This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. ( selina kyle )

alice had never dislocated a shoulder before. she wasn't usually active enough or in enough close up fights to get serious injuries. this was different though, she'd felt her shoulder pop out of it's socket when she'd been shoved to the ground and landed on it wrong. she'd struggled to get up until she'd been offered a hand. now, alice sat on the couch, waiting for selena to push her shoulder into place. she looked around and settled on the sleeve of her sweatshirt. she picked it up with her free hand and put it in her mouth. "just do it," alice instructed, her voice coming out muffled.

[lykosog]

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS / Accepting

Actually  for  Robb  they  are  synonyms  and  you  can't  have  without  the  other.  Loyalty  is  following  someone  until  the  end  but  doing  that  no  matter  what  for  him  is  the  stupid,  blind  kind  he  doesn't  like  much.  If  you  really  want  the  best  for  him,  tell  him  when  he  is  making  mistakes  straight  to  his  face  because,  even  if  he  might  get  frustrated  because  of  the  war,  having  so  many  lives  depending  on  him  and  not  exactly  knowing  how  to  fix  things  or  be  stubborn  and  not  change  his  mind  easily  sometimes,  deep  down  he  sees  it  as  the  only  way  to  learn,  grow,  and  become  better.