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tldr i'm working on a blog move behind the scenes and adjusting to only having one day off per week again yippee... not properly going anywhere though <3

so if im quiet here rest assured i am lurking..... i am making moves....

demetrius lets out a heavy sigh. ❛❛ i won't sleep , not that soon. i'll need to touch base with percy , and the captain of the guard. and there must be letters to send to sulvara's allies , stirring battles to put to rest . . . ❜❜ thinking about it makes him tired all over again. such is the life of a lord. it isn't just familial betrayal he'll have to answer for———this is a usurping , this is patricide. the dragons within the city will be restless , confused. their mortal allies , none the wiser , will be anxious from the news , swords at the ready should their aid be sent for. he has a mess to clean up. he cannot be tired , cannot be nervous and beg to be understood. DEMETRIUS MUST BE FEARSOME , now , make it clear that his actions and namesake are not up for debate. this is how things are now , and if alduin catches them in a moment of weakness , they'll have worse things to worry about. rubbing the back of his neck , demetrius steps away from asgeirr to make room , and shifts into his true form———the black of his scales reflecting the morning sunlight in a way almost regal. he grunts , stretches his neck , his wings , then crouches low to the ground , reaching to nudge asgeirr with his snout. ❛❛ come on. i don't think i could ever be ready for this , but i must be. just stay close to me , when we arrive. do not stray from my sight. ❜❜

❝ a couple of hours, i think. ❞ hands absentmindedly rub the sleep from her eyes, shoulders rolling to ease the tension in her back. only now that the adrenaline has faded does belinda feel all the aches and pains from their adventure. ❝ how are you feeling? ❞ a hand presses against his forehead to suss out his temperature, focused gaze scanning his face. everything seems normal. well, as normal as can be. ❝ does it hurt? ❞

craving a cigarette almost immediately , he begins to paw around in his pockets , searching for a stray. ❛❛ that is a complicated question. i am sure it does hurt , but i am quite used to pain. it does not tend to bother me terribly———more of an inconvenience. ❜❜ he pulls a half-crumpled cigarette from his pocket , eyes rolling at a few droplets of blood now staining it. ❛❛ is smoking allowed on the tardis ? ❜❜

MORFYDD CLARK as GALADRIEL THE RINGS OF POWER 2.01 Elven Kings Under the Sky

SANCTOS . . . an oc-based multimuse establised in 2023. written by ash. slow activity. personals and minors dni. promo by gloomglimmer ily

MAKE ME CHOOSE ▸@wankenobiis asked: drogon or rhaegal or viserion

“ you're safe now. i swear it. ” he kneels at his bedside as soon as wilhelmina is sat down, and he takes their hands with his. “ no demons will harm you while i'm near. ” with a quiet sigh, simon pulls their hands to his lips and peppers kisses all over their knuckles, then looks up at them again with his head tilted slightly. “ i can sleep with you, if you wish. if not, i do not mind the lounge across the room. it's rather comfortable, you know. ”

they trail off , grief intermingling with the lingering fear. the first time in ages they hear sinclair's voice , and its in a dream , a nightmare. ITS UNFAIR. they brush their thumb over simon's knuckles , fiddling with his hands for comfort. ❛❛ stay with me , please. ❜❜ with another deep breath , they lean backwards to flop against the mattress , letting the softness of blankets and sheets remind them they're okay. ❛❛ i don't want to be alone , not after that. ❜❜