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"your drawing skills suck."
“i think they did the job. they did it so much, actually, that i’m going to hang this beautiful portrait above the tv so you can appreciate it more.”
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30 Days of Klamille: Day Fourteen
"If you think well about it, a bed is just a giant pillow."
“if you think well about it, a pillow is just a mini mattress.”
@zeitlosleben
What’s your fatal flaw?
Fatal flaw: You’re too clever by half.
Your intelligence is unmatched, but your smart mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days. Everyone says so. Odds are you’ll make one witty remark too many and meet a tragic, easily preventable end that surprises no one in the least. You’ll be mourned, of course, but we all saw it coming, and you kind of deserved it.
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eleanor
Help her? she hardly could call it that anymore, not now that she was obligated to pay him for this small ‘favor’. Eleanor was starting to wonder if she was going to end regretting all this, she had hoped for things to go easy, but it really seemed like Daario had another plan in mind and yet from the men she knew, he was her ‘best’ option. This was only going to be temporary, she needed to remind herself of this in order to continue with what she had in mind. “Fine, I will agree to your demands as long as you agree to mine and like that we can live happily ever after. The end.”
Eleanor drank the contents of her glass and walked over to where he stood. “So what’s next? well, a lovely and grand wedding, my dear” In her words affection could be heard, one that she had never shown to him, making it obvious that this was only fake. She didn’t exactly ‘cared’ for him, she cared what he represented and nothing else. With him, there were no compromises, nor the expectation of more and this wasn’t going to change. “Followed by a glorious honeymoon… No, none of that. The wedding will be small and simple, no need to wear a tux because I won’t be buying a wedding dress either. We’ll show up, sign the papers and go from there, I’m sure you don’t have any complaints, correct?””
“i wouldn’t say no to a glorious honeymoon, you know,” daario remarked. just as he thought, eleanor had planned and anticipated it all - even his own reactions, it seemed. now that irked him. “rule number one.” the index finger wrapped snugly about the glass extended to point at her. “don’t assume anything about me.” those fucking papers weren’t signed and already, his decision tasted like a bad idea. as if to wash his mouth off it, he tipped his head back to empty the contents of the glass which he then settled down loudly. “sounds good to me.” so far. if she kept up the attitude, he would find a great and vicious pleasure in finding daily complaints to leave on her doorsteps.
“anything you want to discuss? if not, i’d appreciate if you could you know…” his fingers mimicked a pair of legs walking. “unlike you, i have to earn my living.” the empty glass she was still holding was plucked, rather unceremoniously, and discarded, the liquor cabinet closed and locked. “text me the place and the date,” he called out, striding over to his bedroom. “and if you want me to wear anything special, i won’t so don’t bother.” daario reminded himself that he was getting paid for this. that was all that mattered to him. that and ending it - and it hadn’t started yet.

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daenerys
[ ♕ ] HER FINGERS ITCHED, BURNED TO TOUCH HIM, trace the scars laying beneath his tunic and the soft flesh of his back that she used to claw under night’s cloak. Yet all she could do was feast her eyes on the blue curls of his hair, his gleaming golden tooth that shone through his lazy grin and his painted mustachios that framed his mouth. Oh, his mouth… She longed for him, ACKED for him. Alas, she knew, should he not betray her, he would MASTER her. “ Surely, you must have found comfort elsewhere while serving me.” The response escaped her before she could toy with it in her mind, as she should have. There she was again, girly and gawky, more a WOMAN than a queen, whose passionate envy left her almost resentful to the thought of sharing this man. Dragons did grow possessive over their treasures, it was known.
stripped from her title, daenerys was nothing more than a girl. it mattered very little what experience she had because now as he stood there before her, a feast for her starving eyes, daario knew what he could achieve without even entering her bed. “i serve only you, my queen.” would she beckon him further? or would she rather he took the insolent liberty of doing so unsolicited? there were times where she would take pleasure in ordering him, mounting him, owning him; and others where she would crave his own guidance, the calloused feel of his hands and the possessive heat of his mouth. the lazy smile ghosting over his lips grew bolder, almost fierce in its intent, and he took what few steps remained between them. “will you say the words now?”
“ You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice. ” - ghost!el
TIM BURTON’S FILM’S PROMPTS ! / @zeitlosleben
“why don’t you tell me something i don’t know.” or less cliche, at the very least. still, daario was quick to amend the barbed reply he felt had tumbled far too quickly out of his mouth. “alright, alright, before you start on me, what i meant was: something terrible must have happened here. it’s the only explanation for…” his fingers waved in her general direction. “you know.” as hackneyed as it was, the explanation stood. it wasn’t even much of an explanation since he’d worked that out by himself from the start.
“you’re so fucking pissed off all the time.”hitting the nail on the head wouldn’t earn him any favours - or so he was willing to wagger. but it was better than skirting about the matter and using flourished turns of phrases to avoid setting her off again; besides, experience had taught him that he didn’t even need to trigger anything for eleanor to work herself into a state. she wasn’t doing mighty fine with that all on her own. “you got murdered, didn’t you?” dying so young… either that or sickness and she didn’t strike him as the sick kind precisely because of her temper. “someone you knew.” he observed her for a moment then asked, “am i getting close?”
TIM BURTON’S FILM’S PROMPTS !
triggering / nsfw may be present , these are taken from varying films.
“ With this candle… I will set your mother on fire. ”
“ Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. ”
“ With this ring, I ask you to be mine. ”
“ Please, there’s been a mistake. I’m not dead. ”
“ If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. ”
“ If you cut me with a knife, it’s still the same. ”
“ I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. ”
“ Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. ”
“ I’ve spent so long in the darkness, I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is. ”
“ I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn’t beat it’s breaking. ”
“ Yet the pain here that I feel…try and tell me it’s not real. ”
“ I know that I am dead. It seems that I still have some tears to shed. ”
“ I was a bride. My dreams were taken from me. ”
“ This wedding cannot take place until he is properly prepared! ”
“ What are you doing here at this hour? You should be at home, prostrate with grief! ”
“ What a story it is. A tragic tale of romance, passion, and a murder most foul! ”
“ Why go up there when people are dying to get down here? ”
“ This would stop his heart forever. Only then would he be free to give it to you. ”
“ If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I would say that you’ve lost your mind! ”
“ You don’t know me, but I used to live in your dead mother.. ”
“ Be gone, ye demons from Hell! Back to the void from whence you came! ”
“ We must abide by their rules! We are amongst the living. ”
“ Let’s turn on the juice and see what shakes loose. ”
“ Hey, these aren’t my rules! Come to think of it, I don’t have any rules! ”
“ Uh, I think, uh, they’ve had enough “exorcise” for tonight. ”
“ Not so fast, round boy. We’re gonna have some laughs! ”
“ And that, is why I won’t do two shows a night anymore babe, I won’t. ”
“ My whole life is a darkroom. ”
“ Don’t mind her. She’s still upset that someone dropped a house on her sister. ”
“ I will go insane and I will take you with me! ”
“ I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself. ”
“ Uh, what I meant is, can you be scary? ”
“ Oh! I didn’t know you were asking me. Can I be scary? ”
“ I don’t think we survived that crash. ”
“ Please, they’re dead. It’s a little late to be neurotic. ”
“ Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can? ”
“ Well, I’ve read through that handbook for the recently deceased. ”
“ It says: ‘live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual. ”
“ I, myself, am strange and unusual. ”
“ I mean they’re gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh. ”
“ I was just wondering could you help me get out of here? ”
“ Are you gross under there? Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? ”
“ You know, if I had seen a ghost at your age I would have been scared out of my wits. ”
“ You must believe me. it was a horseman, a dead one. Head less. ”
“ I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine. ”
“ Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue. ”
“ I have shed my tears for [ name ], and yet my heart is not broken. ”
“ Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all. ”
“ He’s on the rampage, cutting off heads where he finds them. ”
“ That’s the problem; He was dead to begin with. ”
“ What happened to you? Where are your parents? ”
“ It’s not heaven he’s from! It’s straight from the stinking flames of hell! ”
“ The power of Satan is in him; I can feel it. Can’t you? ”
“ He has been sent first to tempt you. But it’s not too late. ”
“ Sweetheart, you can’t buy the necessities of life with cookies. ”
“ You see, before he came down here, it never snowed. ”
“ If he weren’t up there now, I don’t think it would be snowing. ”
“ I don’t love you anymore. I just want you to go, okay? Just go. ”
“ Are you serious? I’m gonna lose you to that? He isn’t even human.. ”
“ Trust me, dearie, it’s gonna take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out. ”
“ We could have a life, us two. ”
“ Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by. ”
“ In these once familiar streets I feel… shadows… everywhere. ”
“ You have a room over the shop, don’t you? ”
“ Haven’t been there in years. People think it’s haunted. ”
“ You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice. ”
“ I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen to me. ”
“ If I see your face again on this street, you’ll rue the day you were born. ”
“ You’ll kill me, boy? Well here I stand! ”
“ You’re barking mad! Killing a man what done ya no harm! ”
“ Don’t worry no one’ll recognize you. You’re safe now. ”
“ I’ve never had dreams. Only nightmares. ”
“ I won’t slay anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind. ”
“ Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? ”
“ Some says you survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. ”
“ There is a place, like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery and danger. ”
“ Why is it you’re always too small or too tall? ”
“ You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness. ”
“ It looks like you’ve run afoul of something with wicked claws… ”
“ What if it were agreed that “proper” meant wearing a codfish on your head? ”
“ Do you know what I’ve always dreaded? ”
“ I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up. ”
“ If you’re hiding her, you will lose your heads. ”
“ I don’t care! He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for me! ”
“ I’ve been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and stuffed into a teapot. ”
“ So, I’ve come to you hoping you might understand what it’s like. ”
“ There are questions I have to answer, things I have to do. ”
“ You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. ”
ellie
Pretty, he had called her pretty and for a second her thoughts lingered around this word. Pretty was not a word that she would use to describe herself. Her mother liked to describe her as much and even her friends, but that didn’t count. The words of a stranger had more value in this situation, but she had drugged him and at this point, he probably was not sure of what he said or saw. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t just sit here and act like a teenage girl over something as simple as a compliment.
Ellie stood right where she was until she was unable to hear another word from him. “You think he’s asleep now?” She asked the dog that was sitting next to her as if this one was able to understand and reply to her question. “Daario?” That was his name, wasn’t it? too much had happened from the moment she opened the door until now for her to remember exactly. She waited a minute or perhaps two to hear a reply, but nothing. He had passed out and if she had given him the right dose, he was going to stay there until tomorrow.
”Let’s leave him there, he’ll be fine.” She began to turn off the lights of her falt, first those that were around her, leaving the ones that were further away at the end, the dog following her at all times. – She was about to head finally to her room but stopped at the kitchen first. Perhaps this was going to be too crazy of her, but one could never be too careful. Ellie grabbed a knife, the longest and sharpest one she had and decided to take it with her. She would lock the door to her room and keep the knife close to her (just like people did in those movies).
the world was red. red and searing. from the front of his head to his back. his eyes squeezed as if to shade the bloodlike light and seek some darkness he could only find by pressing a hand over his face. that triggered a groan. moving hurt. daario felt heavy and drained at the same time and as he woke slowly, as he emerged from dreamless slumbers, he tried to piece back together what had pushed him into this red pit of pain. the events of the night before almost had a phantasmagoric quality about them; and it wasn’t down to their nature or to what damage they’d inflicted on his body. whatever the cause, he struggled to understand it. perhaps later. when his pulse would stop drumming on his brain.
with a groan, the courage required to push on the sofa (it certainly felt like a sofa) to reach a sitting position was summoned. it took him as long to blink and grow accustomed to the strong morning light his surroundings were bathing in. clean and tidy and small. and not his. although not entirely foreign. right. it was coming back now. the little nurse with the dog. there was no sign of them anywhere. no sign of the time either. his eyes scanned the room, searching for his jacket; and when he came to the slow realisation that it either was in his car or somewhere else in the flat, he cursed. he’d have to stand up at some point anyway. his right hand reached out for the wound in his side. the tip of his fingers stroked over the dressing. it felt dry and still securely kept in place. making fists now, he dug them into the couch and pushed himself upward maybe faster than he should have but taking it slow would only make it harder.
his legs were stiff but walking didn’t hurt as much. with small and clumsy steps, the kitchen was reached and entered. on the table and on the floor, the mess from the previous night. chinese leftovers and water. the sight of it reminded him how thirsty he was, and so he abandoned the idea of phone and jacket, and made fo the sink instead. water and coffee, in that order.
You know, Catherine, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d just be like all the others.

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Date a cutie who believes in aliens
"Would you put lotion on my legs?"
at first, he made for the dresser atop which the bottle rested. his fingers wrapped around it to lift it and that was when he paused, that was when he considered what she was asking and what he was all too eager to do. the status quo, in spite of what was about to happen, remained as it was. certain things had changed, of course, either because of time or because they both aimed towards the same goal - granted in very much different ways. her boyfriend was gone and whilst daario was confident she wasn’t hung up on the guy, he wondered if his presence was at the root of it. even before his coming back and that drunken and angry coupling in her bedroom, there had been no chemistry and very few feelings. ellie was single now. so was he. and still, issues were still to be resolved and he to be forgiven.
“no.”
daario put down the bottle. “no that’s not how this works, ellie.” did he want to massage lotion in her legs and touch her? yes. did it cost him to refuse? again, yes. and although it was unlike him to turn down any opportunity to share an intimacy he missed and craved, the best decision was the one he was making now. “we’re not…” what even as the word? “i’m not doing the friends with benefits bullshit. i want you. i want us, ok? i want it all back.” giving in to her whenever she called the shots wasn’t fair. guilt yanked him in that direction though, whispering in his ear that every whim and fancy ought to be met in order to regain trust and love. for the first time, a barrier was set in between them, a barrier he installed. “i’m gonna go so if you want to talk, give me a shout.”
@zeitlosleben
no, you did great.
You are greatly missed, Daario Naharis.
even now, she couldn’t bring herself to admit that she missed him. the turn of phrase remained impersonal regardless of the blatant sentiment laying underneath. “mayhaps, then, my queen ought keep me by her side instead of sending me away.” away from meereen, away from her bed, away from the temptation he represented. was it the old knight’s whispers getting to her? was it someone or something else? maybe she had become strong enough to will him away herself. “daario naharis has missed you.”
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So you can keep your feet warm. Nathan and I got a pair as well.
- Ellie
i love how confident you are that i’ll actually wear these.

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ellie
“Yes, because I look so hot right now.” She had never thought of herself as ‘hot’ and especially not right now. She was yet to see herself, but she could imagine that her face was all bruised up. She wasn’t sure why she did it, but she pressed her fingers against the area of her face that hurt the most, this time she did it with a bit more pressure. It hurt more than she was expecting, so she immediately moved her hand away judging herself for her previous action.
“I’m not starving myself, also, I’m sure no one has died because they went without eating a couple of days.” Ellie knew that she needed this, but she wasn’t feeling hungry and looking at the food was not doing anything. She felt nauseous at times, but that was probably because of all the medication that was being given to her, or the fact that she was in this hospital. She knew that he was going to insist, so she forced herself to eat some of the yogurt.
Something as simple as opening her mouth in order to eat proved to be painful but bearable. The food wasn’t bad, but it was yogurt and one really couldn’t go wrong with that. ”I’m glad Nathan wasn’t with me.” She didn’t want to think how things would have turned out if he had been with her at the house, her anger towards Daario would have been inevitable without a doubt. Ellie knew that if she wanted to sit here and blame someone for what had happened, that was him. If he had decided to remain out of her life, none of this would have occurred, but right now she couldn’t be mad, she was only scared. What did these men want with him? and what if they did it again?
She put another spoonful of yogurt in her mouth, before setting the utensil down. “What if they come back?” It was a possibility she couldn’t ignore, they knew where she lived after all. And if they knew this, what else did they know about her? “I’m scared of going back, scared and worried for Nathan.” Ellie looked at the new bruises on his face. “I’m worried about you too.”
“you don’t get to decide for me if you’re hot or not.” the pointed look he gave her was only half joking. did ellie look bad? undoubtedly. the skin of her face was bruised, patches of various hues having blossomed here and there amidst swollen spots marring her features, her lips, her eyebrows. it was temporary. through the mangled aspect of it all, he could see her. “don’t,” he chided again. pointless. either she failed to hear him or chose to ignore him; and the tip of her fingers continued to prod at her face, applying more pressure judging from her reaction. “no you’re right but it can’t be good. try it.” encouraging her was one thing, forcing her hand another. “if you can’t then…” a shrug. “i’ll hold your hair if you’re sick.”
how paltry. how worthless. for all he wanted to do, all he could offer, nothing seemed enough. nothing was enough. daario was unable to fix her. his support felt small, an ineffectual presence meant to soothe and comfort where he needed it to be much more. his guilt sat heavy on his chest, pulling strings attached to his limbs and operating what thoughts and reactions were triggered by her laying there. guilt and love. only the two were now blurred. even more so by the mention of nathan. a punch in the guts would have felt no different. fuck it, a punch in the gut would have been preferable.
“yeah…” the word was a croak, a weak croak he barely heard over the pounding in his ears. now she was talking. letting it out. and eating - although he didn't seem to register that. “yeah,” he said again, louder this time. that she worried about him was of no importance. as selfish as it was. “they won’t come back.” his voice was firm now, his tone a stern reassurance of a fact he had fought for. literally.
“nathan and you, you’ll be safe again.” now he watched her. now he noticed that she was eating and a bob of his head thanked her for it.for trying. for talking to him. for mentioning it. whatever it was: the assault, her fears, its consequences. he believed the latter under control. “ellie, i won’t let anyone touch you or nathan. i fucked up. it happened because of me and we both know that. even your mother does. you can’t… what the fuck, ellie? you’re worried about me? you should be telling me to go away, you should yell at me and hate my fucking guts not be worried!”