#translatinghearts

[prognatae-a]

@translatinghearts​ said  “As far as I can tell, being immortal means being alone.” // uma to harry  

      “ uma... ” while the word is full of all the usual adoration, there’s something new there, a feeling that closes up his throat and turns his stomach inside out, like he’s lost his sea legs all of a sudden. the thought of losing her is one thing, one awful, dreadful day where he did lose her, where she was gone and he was trapped unable to help her or reach her. but then, this? the thought of her carrying on, alone, long after he’s been sent to the locker. it’s so much worse. 

       she’s strong, he knows that. she’ll be able to carry on without him, without them. she’ll always find that there’s no shortage of people willing to follow on her heels, to treat her like the goddess she is. but even that stings. the thought that he might be so easily replaceable (he is). 

        he kneels beside her, one reverent mortal staring at the shrine of everything he holds holy and sacred in his life. one fleeting, scared mortal existence that will, ultimately, be a speck in the long life she’s sure to lead. “ no, love, you’ll always be able to find mortals to worship you, to follow you. you’ll never have to be alone. ” maybe that’s why gods are so insistent on being worshipped, to keep them from loneliness and staring into the empty void that comes with being forgotten. he doesn’t think it’s possible that she could ever live like that, alone and forgotten. her power is too great. she’s a light in the dark and mortals like him are simply moths to the flame, caught in a blaze when they get to close, but oh how wonderful it feels to burn, to be touched by that flame even once. “ you’re gonna be remembered, and loved, forever. ”

[chadmingarchives]

[SMS to Uma]: OH MY GOD

[SMS to Uma]:  That was the best half-hour of my life that didn't involve genitals.

@translatinghearts​ sent: TFLN  (meme || accepting)

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

@translatinghearts // had an idea for angst based on my fave halloween movie so here

She slips in through the window, unladylike grace, but the grace of something wild. She would make a poor bride. Far below, Imogen is escorted home and Inej lets her arrow falter, her heart that pauses to absorb the blow. It isn’t precisely jealousy, maybe a close relative.

There’s no need to announce her presence, though Kaz has yet to look up from his work. “ Mr. Brekker, “ she says and shuts the window behind her. “ Mr. Van Eck’s study had nothing of value about the deal or his personal life. Is there another place I should look? “ 

They’re running out of options and time is ticking. Soon, Kaz Brekker will be married to a nice girl and she will have no choice but to vanish, as she always does, into the shadows. Soon, they will swallow her and she will no longer find herself in Kaz’s study during late nights and pre-dawn hours. Soon, she will not be a part of his life.

“ How are the wedding preparations coming along? “

[gentlebcnes]

FESTIVE PROMPT LIST / SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING @translatinghearts​ asked : “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” // aleks for alina~

“only practically EVERY SECOND that we step into a new store, aleks---” a sigh escaped her lips refraining herself from rolling her eyes. not that she wasn’t enjoying being out or helping him find a gift for his mother. but when he continued to be a downer about all of this --- it was like sucking out ALL THE JOY that the holidays had to offer.

[ouranking]

@translatinghearts​ || Starter Call || Verse: Main

“I was thinking that maybe we could all spend the winter break together, perhaps we could go on a trip? Or maybe have one big sleepover at one of our places?”

[sentinaels]

“leo! come here, help your mama with this potion already. you don’t want her to waste away, do you?”

              it’s always the SAME song ; he should be more than used to it now. still, leo grits his teeth and hunches his shoulders as he pads towards her. even when they are in the same room, he’s always CAREFUL to keep his distance, sitting at the opposite end and immersing himself in something ( like a BOOK ) that will both keep his mind off everything happening at home and allow him to retain just enough awareness to dodge and RUN should the need arise. despite these measures, his mother’s voice has the same compelling authority as ever, and it is as much that as the FEAR of punishment that pushes him forward. that, and the helpless curiosity he always wrestles with, hating her while also ADMIRING her craft and seeking to learn her secrets.                ❛ what do you need ? ❜ his tone falls just short of dry, but without insolence. it hasn’t been LONG ENOUGH since the last time she lost her temper at him, and he still feels as though he’s walking on a minefield blindfolded every time they talk. ❛ and you look as radiant as ever, mother, ❜ leo adds, RESIGNED to the same litany of’compliments he doesn’t mean but she wants to hear. of course, it is a lie. the isle has robbed many of magic, but it is most OBVIOUS in mother gothel, who lost the spells that kept her looking like a woman in her early thirties and reduced her to the same AGING as the rest of the world. the last thing he wants, though, is to remind her of that fact.   / @niiightmares

[sentinaels]

❛ if you’re the next capa barsavi, ❜ he said rapidly, ❛ i should swear to serve you, too. i do.              madam. madam nazca. i mean… madam barsavi. ❜ the girl took a step back. ❛ i already have servants, boy. i have assassins. my father has a hundred gangs and two thousand knives ! ❜ ❛ nazca belonna jenavais angeliza de barsavi ! ❜ her father thundered. ❛ now it seems you only grasp the value of strong men as servants. in time, you will come to see the value of gracious ones as well. ❜ nonplussed, the girl glanced back and forth between locke and her father several times. her cheeks slowly turned red. after a few more moments of pouting consideration, she stiffly held out her alejack to locke. ❛ you may have some of my beer. ❜     

                                INDEPENDENT NAZCA BARSAVI & LOCKE LAMORA                                           OF THE GENTLEMAN BASTARD SERIES.              BY ARI AND KIM, AS FEATURED ON NIIIGHTMARES AND OFLEGENDARIES. 

[roseburied]

“ it doesn’t matter because they’re dead ” // kaz for inej

@translatinghearts​ // so much for pretty poems [ accepting ]

“ Who’s dead, Kaz? “ Inej asked, but she already knew. The whispers had followed her up the narrow streets and over the rooftops. Ketterdam smoldered with the rumors of the burned down Slat. The dead Dregs that lined the streets. ( They all said it was Dirtyhands’ arrogance, his mistake. It felt more like someone else’s vengeance. )

They had met under the willows of the Black Veil. Inej was reminded of a very different conversation that’s weight was still felt after all of the long years. Maybe that was what gave her the strength to reach forward and rest a hand lightly against Kaz’s cheek, her fingers just brushing his skin. Maybe it was a risk, but maybe he needed to feel something alive too. The brief contact did reassure her that she was not facing a spirit of her own.

Saints. Could they really all be dead? Speckt, Anika, Pim, even Per Haskell? The Dregs that had been willing to help them take down a city. The new ones that Kaz had found since and given them a chance to survive. Her heart twisted cruelly, she could feel the dagger digging in deeper. No mourners, no funerals, how seriously could those words be taken now? Or perhaps they weren’t entirely wrong, no mourners and no funerals, but monsters that were left behind. Monsters that were prepared to make a city bleed on the behalf of the dead. The Wraith and Dirtyhands could see the work done.

Her Saints could forgive her anger and vengeance in return for justice for the dead. She would not bother saying prayers for whoever was responsible. Let them rot. ( Though even her aching heart could not help but feel relief that Kaz was not among them. )

“ It does matter, Kaz. Do you have a plan? What do you need me to do? “