Anonymous sent : *gives her a rock. a sparkly rock*

       ---- “Ohhh...! You shouldn’t have-!”

Lord Dominator gently takes the rock into her claws- perfectly sharp points grasping it oh-so delicately, so as not to pierce the sparkling stone. She turns it around, almost admiringly so; her eyes glittering with her own inner beauty. A radiant sort of joy. 

... It isn’t long, however, before the rock is engulfed in FLAMES. Her smile widens into a smirk, and then an outright grin- fangs revealing themselves as the fire reflects in her crimson gaze. 

A sickening delight overtakes her then, and she CACKLES in the light of destruction. Pure and simple.

Wiping her hands clean of the ash that the gift has now become, she lets out a sigh of relief as it visibly washes over her. 

@blackstardiopside​ asked : "Hol' up, are those.. REAL horns?"

        --- “What the- no-?” 

She stares down at the little Gem, eyeing her suspiciously for a moment before kneeling down; her head tilting to the side. 

--- “Here. Do they LOOK real to you, now? It’s just my helmet.” 

A pause. 

Anonymous asked:  How was your planet not conquered? I vaguely remember you commented that half of your planet was pacifist and the other warmongers... How did the warmongers not conquer all the planet? 

               --- “Ha- HA - !” 

       Somehow, someway, the question was humorous, to her. Lord Dominator simply waves a hand, as if attempting to shoo the (incredibly valid) inquiry to the wayside. 

              --- “MAN, that is too funny! What?! Do you SERIOUSLY expect like, EVERY single species to eventually go to WAR with each other over opposing opinions?! Been there, done that!” 

     --- “Several treaties were put into place, some basic laws, yadda-yadda-who cares. I mean, we got INTO that whole mess DUE to all of our fighting and arguing. Why cause more bloodshed when they could just work together, but separate?”

bold  =  applies

italicize  =  sort-of applies

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MAJOR ARCANA: a long journey.     a feeling of raw energy. putting a name to something unknown. an elaborate patchwork.  unexpected catastrophes. unexpected blessings.       vivid dreams.  sudden awakenings.  the feeling of shedding your skin. the echoes in holy places. bright lights. deep shadows. feeling the earth move beneath your feet. wandering in museums. the strange clarity of moonlight.     thunder and lightning. an unfamiliar road. coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person.

CUPS:     being overwhelmed by emotion.       finding something to celebrate every day.  finding something to mourn every day.       connecting with others. the scent of ocean air. making food for your friends when they’re stressed. the remembrance of something lost. sublime confusion. cool colors. a cozy cafe.      a bustling bar.       calm waters, hidden depths. getting tipsy in the afternoon. summer rain.        comfy sweaters.  flowing skirts. a house by the sea.  deep conversations after midnight.

WANDS: the scent of spices and dark wood. making something just for the sake of creation. dry heat.  crackling fire. a bolt of inspiration.      refusing to apologize for your passion.          stubborn optimism. taking on more than you can handle.  hot tea.  warm colors.        getting up early.          staying up late.       bright fire, fast burnout.        tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence.        the thrill of starting a new project.   spring storms. hotel rooms. perpetual restlessness.

PENTACLES: the scent of rich soil after a rain. hard and diligent work.   solid ground, strong foundations.  the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff.         generosity that comes with a catch.    work boots and heavy jeans. silk and jewels. resting on your laurels. seeing your work through to the end.        harvest time.        fresh bread and rich soup.       earth tones.          jewel tones.          a lush garden.         sunlight through the trees.          dark chocolate.          a home in the farmlands.          a sprawling house in the old part of the city.

SWORDS: the scent of fresh air.   focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional.        freshly fallen snow.     burying yourself in action.       tending to your own wounds.        a foreseeable disaster.         crisply tailored suits. starkly elegant dresses. refusing to admit defeat.     cold air, clear thoughts. old hurts.        fresh starts.      overthinking your overthinking. the harsh glow of street lamps.       black coffee. a cabin in the mountains.       an apartment downtown. the quiet before the dawn.

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@rcginaxgnis​ sent :  ✔✔✔

A quick and easy plotting guide // Still Accepting !

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other | I’m down for any and every single verse we can come up with let’s GOOOO

Pre-established relationships? yes (they’re best friends, come on) | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted? | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other | none of these options do them justice, LET THEM JUST GO APESHIT TOGETHER. LET THEM JUST EXIST TOGETHER AND VIBE.

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Anonymous asked :  So it's obvious that your horns and gloves are ganked from Hater's style just to make him rage, but what's with the socks?

         She gestures down to her aforementioned socks, expression fairly unamused and- well, quite frankly, bewildered. 

Anonymous asked :  How was your planet not conquered? I vaguely remember you commented that half of your planet was pacifist and the other warmongers... How did the warmongers not conquer all the planet?

           --- “Oh! Well, that’s simple enough...” 

Trailing off, Lord Dominator needed a moment to let her mind wander- various variations of quick explanations swirling about her head before she offers up a simple SNAP of her fingers; a shrug following suit. 

--- “Eh- well, simple in THEORY, anyway. To just sum it all up: peace treaty. Of course, there’s a TON more I could say on the matter, but-”

           --- “Hey, kid,” is the first thing out of Dominator’s mouth; scowl tight, yet posture wholly unprofessional; perhaps even- relaxed? 

With one arm hanging limply along her side, and one hand planted firmly on her hip, the villain merely glowered down at the tiny camper. Was this a common occurrence, one might be inclined to ask? Well, the answer to that would be a hard resounding “NO”. 

She just hadn’t had her coffee, yet, this morning.