#stcrmsung

[dvarapala]

+ @stcrmsung / continued from here because tumblr hates me

It's nothing quite that special, Dorian says, and plays a melody. It's a sad tune. And it's like that sadness fills her up to the brim. Like it's everywhere. Like it's in the air around them as well. Udyati blinks tears away and then the tune changes from sad to something softer. Something mellow.

"Wow," she clears her throat, "that's amazing!" Special, actually. "I---" There's a little bit of a laugh that escapes her throat. Light, airy, amazed. "---I felt that. In my heart. I felt it. I felt your music."

[everlightblessing]

SHIP SCENARIO: imogen and dorian sharing a really long scarf. / for @stcrmsung​

                    The moment she says yes, is the moment she thinks she’s going to regret it. But oh, it’s so hard to say no to Laudna, not when she’d been so excited to actually learn how to knit, so much so that she’d gone overboard. If there was one person she couldn’t say no to, it was her. Sharing it with Dorian, though... “You’re not allowed to laugh, alright?” Imogen points at him poking his chest, scarf already wrapped around her neck as she stands on her tiptoes and wraps the other end around his.

“This is important to her, she’s been workin’ so hard, I don’t want to disappoint her,” it’s only when she finishes wrapping the scarf around that she notices how close to his face she is and immediately goes silent, lips pressed together in a fine line, awkwardly. Right. This was the part she was afraid of. “Uh... it’ll just be a couple of minutes, we can tell her it’s warm outside after that,” she nods, cheeks blushing.

[criticaldragonsarchive]

@stcrmsung asked:  [ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath ( for Ashton )

The gash in their side cut deep, all the way below the ribs. Their leather vest had a considerable tear that they eyed with a frown. They moved to unbuckle the outside with a grimace, eyes flitting to Dorian who patiently waited to help them out. They didn’t like to take off their leather; the armor both literal and figurative at all times. Their eyes fell as the green skin was exposed. A large gold spiderweb of scars extended farther down their chest than someone might imagine upon noticing the gem in their head and the splintering down their arm. 

They shifted nervously, hands resting tightly around their hips, slightly blocking Dorian’s access to the wound. “Get it over with quick,” they barely managed to whisper.

[wisteraes]

FEARNE CALLOWAY EDITS : modern au featuring. @stcrmsung

[kissofthemuses]

My muse has been having nightmares for the past several days. To where they seem tired and brain dead from lack of restful sleep. Send 😞 to find them in this state

@stcrmsung​ asked:

😞 ( for Laudna? )

Lady D had been making Laudna’s dreams absolute nightmares for more than a few nights running. Apparently, Laudna was drifting a bit too far away for her patron’s liking. She’d slipped out and away from the party for some fresh air and to push everything out of her mind. She stared out, her nails tapping against her knee and le tout a frustrated breath. She was lost enough in her thoughts that Dorian’s approach didn’t register until he was there beside her. She turned to him, ready to attack. But, upon seeing him, Laudna relaxed.

❝Dorian. What are you doing up? I didn’t wake you, did I?❞ she asked.

[wyrdhearth]

@stcrmsung : ❝ if he touches you again, I'll kill him. ❞ ➵ fearne calloway.

❝ it's alright, dory, ❞ fearne sighs. her anger has since ebbed away, even though that pit in her stomach has never fully closed over. what ashton did... she'd never felt so afraid for them in her life. still, the memory brings a bad taste to her mouth. she takes several long sips of her ale to wash the flavor out, but it remains all the same.

❝ I just didn't think ashton would do something like that. ❞ her eyes meet his as she grins. ❝ and come on –– you're not going to kill anyone. you're as gentle and adorable as a lamb. ❞ her cloven hoof nudges his... and stays there. fearne smiles softly taking her dark-haired friend in. ❝ I've really missed having you around. ❞

PROTECTIVE PROMPTS : accepting.

[dvarapala]

“I do! I do understand and I hate this for you.”

things said by your favorite hybrid // @stcrmsung

"i figured you would." if there's anyone who knows, it'd be him. slender shoulders rise and fall. "it's okay though----" it's not. "----it is what it is. i've long since gotten used to it."

[everlightblessing]

@stcrmsung​ asked: [ GUIDE ]  in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back ( for Imogen )

                   She’s gotten good at shielding herself, at keeping people’s thoughts out of her head, especially her friends. More often than not, Imogen feels like she’s more in control than she’s ever been, that the only thing haunting her is her dreams. And then, something like this happens. They visit a new town, find Dorian in the crowd just as he’d told Orym through those communication rocks they’ve kept. And it’s nice, it is, but this is a crowd. “I... I have to-” Imogen takes a deep breath, a step back, and before she can get anywhere, Dorian’s hands find her, guiding her out. Like he knows before she even says it, or maybe he remembers. “Thanks.”