#draconikia

[kwiisatz]

𓏭  no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to you. /⠀/  feyd x ᝰ @draconikia ⨟ accepting .ᐟ  

feyd  -  rautha  is  a  loyal  beast,  that  he  knows  better  than  anyone. some  part  of  him  is  hyperaware  of  the  fact  feyd  is  down,  that  blood  seeps  into  rock  and  soil;  he  begins  in  his  endeavour  to  reach  him  beneath  the  din  of  battle,  shadow  and  dust  sequestering  his  movements.  his  knees  scuff  when  he  slides  toward  him,  cradles  his  head  briefly  to  look  at  him,  smiles  at  such  a  foolish  decree.  paul  doesn't  have  enough  gauze  on  him  to  stop  the  bleeding  fully  but  he  tears  at  his  cloak,  strips  being  used  to  stanch  the  way  vitality  weeps  from  wounds.  "  good  thing  I'm  not  losing  you  today,  then,  "  he  finally  utters,  shifting  to  help  the  warrior  rise  to  his  feet.  around  them  the  world  is  black,  white,  scarlet  ––  he  is  vaguely  aware  of  the  fact  it  had  been  several  shots  that  had  downed  his  blade.  no  knife  could  touch  feyd  -  rautha  .      .      .  he  was  a  ferocious  thing  first  and  foremost;  he  expects  the  shots  had  ricocheted.  they  move  through  halls,  debris  clattering  about  their  feet  and  dust  rains  down  upon  them,  making  paul  blink  it  from  his  lashes.  he  need  only  find  a  corner  to  rest  the  man  in,  to  hide  him  away  a  moment  until  this  battle  is  finished.  deeper  and  deeper  they  go  through  the  palace  until  he  finds  a  level  that  does  not  waver  or  sway  beneath  the  scream  of  artillery.  "  you  stay  here,  alright?  "  I  love  you,  he  desires  saying  and  yet,  fights  the  urge. there  is  no  time  for  the  softness  of  confession;  fate  had  brought  them  together  long  ago  and  their  history  was  laid  askew  about  them.  this  union  was  not  what  was  intended  by  the  bene  gesserit  and  yet,  in  paul's  mind,  it  was  all  he  would  need. may  these  bloodlines  die  with  them,  he  supposed  ––  so  they  may  live  in  the  sanctity  of  their  strange  love.  a  knife  is  slid  into  feyd's  hands,  a  small  smile  being  offered  as  a  way  to  quiet  him  from  the  roaring  inferno  of  his  warrior's  heart;  he  can  see  his  open  dislike  of  being  set  aside,  told  not  to  fight  but  paul  cannot  lose  him.  not  now,  when  they're  so  close.

#⠀ ♯ANSWERED ༴ voice from the outer world. #≀⠀ARC ヽ PRIMARY ⁺ I ⠀˒⠀ THEY'VE NOTHING TO GAIN BY SURRENDERING. ፧ dune ˒ alternate. #❛ I FOUND PEACE IN YOUR VIOLENCE ╱ feyd - rautha harkonnen ≀ draconikia #draconikia

[horiznwlker]

oh no you don’t! ― @draconikia, maria.

she teeters precariously as maria grasps the back of her suit to yank her back, not because of her strength ( which is, frankly, impressive ) but to not accidentally overtake her due to her own; carol tips forward then flounders to catch her balance, spluttering, ❝ i -- wha -- but, ❞ she glances frantically between her friend and the escaping perpetrator, power at her fists crackling in and out.

but the look on maria's face keeps her feet planted firmly where they are, as helplessly as she shifts and huffs, expression twisting with a deep frown. the mom look. it's too effective. ❝ they're getting away! just -- one punch, ❞ she all but pleads, raising an index for emphasis. ❝ that's all it'll take. ❞

#draconikia #inbox. #ུ✷ higher further faster. ︴ CAROL DANVERS. #ུ✷ we could be heroes. ︴ MARVEL. #biblically accurate carolmaria

[ircnwrought]

ruhn brushes a kiss to his mamas forehead. // @draconikia

__________✨         SHE     SMILES     SOFTLY     AS     HER     SON     KISSES     HER     FOREHEAD.     he's    taller    than    her    now,     a    feat    that    constricts    her    chest    in    a    mix    of    pride    &&    nostalgia     (     no   matter   where   life   takes   him,     she   will   always   remember   the   baby   she   held,     his   hand   wrapped   around   her   pinky   so   tightly   she   knew   he'd   have   the   strength   of   stars   in   his   veins     )       ❛    dinner   is   almost   ready.     why   don't   you   sit    &&    tell   me   how   your   week   has   been    ??    ❜

#c; amaya #❛ time in a bottle ❜ ▬ ( answered. ) #draconikia #reply; ruhn danaan (draconikia) #(( weekly dinners are her favorite night of the week alskdjaskdjal ))

[rhysie]

@draconikia : kisses rhys cheek and pats him. pretty highlord.

fingers tousle through cassian's hair, messing up onyx strands as he leans into his touch. he plays off the comment with a mere shrug, lips turning into a small smirk. " it appears the lord of bloodshed has gone soft, hm? "

#draconikia #HEHEHEHEHHEHEHE #hehehehe... #₊˚ ⋆ ( ━ arc: the lord of night. #if anyone is seeing this twice: we are cooking

[lyctoralsaints]

✧     ֺ    ˖     ⎎ @draconikia said ❛ honestly, i don't know what's going on anymore ... ❜ // lucien for azriel

there  is  a  silent  breeze  that  blows  by  as  azriel  steps  out  of  his  shadows.  then  there  is  no  hesitation  in  the  shadowsinger's  steps  as  he  shifts  to  take  a  seat  on  the  high  cliff  beside  the  former  emissary.  umber  gaze  is  fixed  on  the  scar  on  lucien's  face,  distantly  reminiscing  on  how  he  got  it,  and  the  bitterness  that  had  once  existed  between  them  for  so  many  years  afterward.  when  they  had  reunited,  when  lucien  had  come  to  their  side,  there  were  no  words  in  any  language  he  knew  that  could  clearly  state  the  depth  with  which  he  was  sorry;  so  much  time  was  wasted  between  them.  they  stood  on  the  edge  of  their  very  tightly  established  circles  of  friends  and  family,  no  longer  feeling  as  if  they  fully  belonged. azriel  understood  more  than  he'd  ever  be  able  to  tell  him  but  some  part  of  him  hoped  that  lucien  knew. 〝  maybe  I  can  help?  ”  it  was  a  question  that  is  asked  more  gently  than  he  intends,  his  voice  falling  to  a  near  whisper.  his  shadows  snake  about  them  before  they  settle  into  the  denseness  behind  azriel  as  the  sun  finally  begins  to  grace  the  horizon.  faintly,  he  wonders  if  anyone  truly  saw  how  much  of  a  treasure  lucien  truly  is;  his  loyalty,  his  endearment,  his  clear  and  concise  thoughts  ––  there  is  nothing  that  he  would  take  for  granted  now  that  he  knows  him.  some  part  of  him  wants  to  be  reverent,  while  there  are  others  that  hiss  to  remind  him  that  would  be  shameful  and  foolish.  he  knows,  though,  that  the  long  dormant  dragon  resting  behind  the  fiery  man's  sternum,  waits  to  cast  his  enemies  into  his  flames  ––  or  otherwise  be  unleashed  by  some  compassionate  act.  if  only  the  idea  of  that  inferno,  any  really,  did  not  make  the  scars  on  azriel's  hands  ache. 〝  I  know  things  have  been  strange  lately,  especially  between  us  all  but  you,  lucien  .    .    .  have  great  value  to  me.  in  spite  of  everything  and  everyone. ”  he  just  hopes  this  sentiment  exists  for  both  of  them;  something  ceaseless  as  the  sea,  deep  as  the  roots  of  the  mighty  redwoods,  sturdy  as  a  mountain.  that,  perhaps,  makes  azriel  a  hopeless  fool  but  lucien  was  deserving  of  this,  at  the  very  least.  one  day,  they'll  look  back  on  the  fact  there  was  a  great  many  years  when  they  had  been  more  foes  than  friends  and  laugh  about  it  over  drinks,  over  dinner,  over  some  semblance  of  a  celebration  when  peace  has  settled  for  so  long  that  war  is  a  distant  trickle  of  sand  lost  to  time.

#˚ ✧ WIELDER OF TRUTH - TELLER ⋮ azriel shadowsinger. #≀⠀narrative IX⁺⠀˒⠀ TO THE PEOPLE WHO LOOK AT THE STARS AND WISH. ፧ acotar. #≀⠀⁺ DRACONIKIA⠀˒⠀ flames in his hands ٫ flames in his 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓⠀٫ LUCIEN VANSERRA.���ᨒ #𓂃 inbox prompts. #draconikia #soft azriel bc lucien needs that methinks

[meaercies]

[  NIGHT-INGALE  ]: // from nesta?

THE STARS JUST BEGIN TO SPARKLE when he hears a gasp and feels a -- shock. he couldn't explain the feeling - the essence there. it was sharp and jolting. it tasted of iron in his throat. the shadows pulsed , whispering to him, and he instantly ran to the door, flinging it open. the hinges cried. there, he found a bleeding nesta. azriel, without a seconds hesitation, pulls her into his arms and cradles her against his chest. he takes her inside, rushing to the bathroom. azriel wipes her wounds, taking care of the deeper ones. she will heal soon enough, but the bruises were stark against her skin. anger floods his veins. someone did this to her. the way they blossomed over her ribcage - it was personal.

when she was bandaged and taken care of, dressed in one of his shirts, he looks over her again. why did she look so small all of a sudden? quiet rage simmered. " can you tell me what happened? " azriel asks quietly, walking over with a tonic and a cup of water. he leans down to her level in the chair. a shadow gently curled around the side of her neck, gently caressing her hair. on his knees before her, he awaits her response. when it doesn't come quickly, he tries to catch her eyes again, " we can wait.. but please know you can trust me not to act on emotions. you're safe here, nes. " she has to know he'll find out. he always finds out.

#( hE'S GONNA KILL SOMEONE YAY ) #draconikia #( if you want it written the other way #i can do that too. i DIDN'T KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO )

[deathsconsort]

“ we’re not just friends. you know that. “ // cassian x

the room that feyre and rhysand led them to smelled of cassian. nesta gathered this was where he stayed when he wasn’t at the house of wind or illyria. since rhysand ordered him to be grounded the next few days, he was to stay here. she was offered to stay here as well, but she declined, preferring the house of wind. azriel was to come later and take her back to the house, but for now she stayed in the room with cassian, lest she deal with the awkwardness of being around feyre and her mate. and maybe it was to also keep an eye on him for the time being, yes madja had healed the fracture on his head and his broken arm, but she said it was still delicate and he’d be in pain for a few days.

there was also all those bandages on him…seeing him like this felt like there was a knife piercing her heart. she chose to ignore what that feeling meant. what it all meant when she couldn’t leave him to fight lanthys alone…to potentially die alone. or how it felt seeing him covered in blood and injured and when lanthys threw him and she heard his wings make an awful crunching sound. she swore her heart had stopped when he collapsed on the grass in front of feyre’s house after she transported them here. it all kept playing over and over in her mind as she took in the state cassian was in.

it was all another reminder of how even being fae didn’t make them indestructible. that their lives could be over within a matter of seconds depending who they were up against. it was why she ignored what those feelings meant, what she had felt for him since first meeting him. gods, she needed azriel to hurry up with what he was doing to come get her. being in a room alone with cassian was so dangerous for different reasons. the tension in the room was palpable. nesta couldn’t stand it or the silence, so she opened her mouth. “you’re lucky i consider you a friend or i wouldn’t have gone back for you.” he had told her to leave, to get out of there. and when she came back for him and he had that look on his face; she could see the anger and fear. she didn’t let herself think too hard about that. apparently it was the wrong thing to say by his response. “we’re not just friends, you know that.”

why did he do this to her? she wasn’t good at talking about her feelings, she wasn’t even good at acknowledging them. yet, cassian was the opposite and she envied him for it. envied him that he was able to wear his heart on his sleeve. the look in his eyes said everything when they were in the prison and he had told her he had always been her friend. she didn’t deserve that look. then he kissed her on her temple and she was about to tell him how she felt when lanthys attacked them. nesta was so close to telling cassian she loves him and maybe lanthys appearing right then was a sign. a sign that she didn’t deserve him, that she never did.

not being able to look at him she left his bedside to walk over toward the window which overlooked the sidra. her back remains towards him and she forces herself to keep her voice steady, emotionless. “we’re just friends, cassian. we can’t be more than that, i already told you.” he deserves someone so much better than her, someone just as kind and loving as he is. even though the thought of him with anyone else made her want to destroy the world. she was so awful, she even agreed to dance with eris just to spite cassian for not wanting her to. “is being my friend not enough?”

#you always get me so emo i s2g #☾ ‘ death herself ‘ ( answered ) #draconikia

[littlequeens]

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ” // jon at marg

tell me something real.

the words were a spear through her chest, threatening to split her in two. this wasn’t heartbreak. no, that word was too gentle, too pretty, for what she felt. this was a violent, bloody thing. the organ in her chest being shredded and ripped apart by wolves teeth. she wanted to fight back, to bare her thorns for any who dared to get between them. but she couldn’t, and that was the worst feeling of all.

they couldn’t be together. maybe in another life, another universe, but not this one. she wouldn’t insult his intelligence by trying to claim otherwise.

leaning her forehead against him, eyes flutter closed as hands grip his so tightly she’s afraid he might vanish before her. the only sound their mingled breath. ❛ I love you, jon. more than I’ve ever loved anyone. trust that my feelings for you are real. ❜

#/ threads: margaery tyrell #/ answered #draconikia #crying

[horiznwlker]

issa boop 🐈‍⬛🐾

STOP this is so sweet lmao i boops you back friend <3 🐾🐾

#draconikia

[ircnwrought]

@draconikia (azriel) liked for a short ttpd inspired starter (elide) !!

__________☾         ANNEITH     HAS     GUIDED     HER     HER     WHOLE     LIFE,        BUT     NOW     WHISPERS     GIVE     WAY     TO     SOMETHING     ELSE     ENTIRELY.      she    does    not    know    what    it    means    for    the    coming    war,     for    her    gifts    to    shift    like    this.        she   bites   back   a   mixture   of   fear  &&    uncertainty,     turning   to   bile   in   her   throat   as   she   shakes   her   head.     ❛    i'm   seeing    visions.     am   i    bad    or    mad    or    wise    ??    ❜      perhaps    it    is    better    not    to    know    the    answer,     easier.        battle   is   not   for   the  faint    of    heart     (        so   she   tilts   her   chin   skyward,     proudly,     to   bear   the   burden   the   gods   have   given   her.      yet    another    in    a    long    list     )

#c; elide lochan #v; the clever lady (tog) #draconikia #reply; azriel (draconikia) #(( i love her and she needs a hug ))

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    requested by @draconikia ( nine ) :       still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

" god , i'm gaspin' for a cuppa . put the kettle on , then ! " one adventure almost always led to another effective immediately , but today ? today she was adamant for a break . a gentle retrieve from the panicked adrenaline that seemed to forever be running through her brains . just this once , they deserved a nice cup of tea . " no pushing buttons , no going anywhere . just tea . "

#draconikia #draconikia [ rose ] ft. ninth thread 01. #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: rose tyler. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ #hope its okay!! #rose and nine just hits different yknow???

[starseternelle]

night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . // @draconikia (tamlin)

__________🏹      THE     SENTRIES     OUTSIDE     THEIR     DOOR     CANNOT     PROTECT     HER     FROM     THE     HORRORS     THAT     GRIP     HER     MIND.     there   is   no   enemy   to   drive   away,     no   mad   queen   to   be   torn   down.      only    the    sweat    beading    along    her    forehead    &&    her    hands    gripping    the    sheets    as    a    multitude    of    terrors    flash    under    her    lids.        she   lurches   &&    with   it   comes   the   shuddering   consciousness,     her   gasp   for   air   as   if   surfacing   from   a   deluge.     her   whole   body   shakes  &&    she   grips   at   her   chest,        trying   to   ease   the   uncomfortable   knot   forming   there.      feyre.        she   hears   her   name   as   if   from   another   room.      feyre.        closer   now,        pulling   her   out   of   the   panic   as   her   hands   reach   for   a   tether   in   the   storm.      feyre.        whispered   against   the   crown   of   her   head   as   she's   pulled   into   waiting   arms.     the   world   burns   around   her,        blood   stains   her   hands,        &&    yet     ??     he    promises    the    sanctuary    her    own    mind    cannot    provide.     ❛     i'm   sorry,     i'm   sorry,     i    just     ...     –     please   don't   leave   me.       ❜        she   clutches   his   shirt  &&    buries   her   head   into   his   chest.     tears   stain   the   fabric   below,     yet   through   it   all,     he   holds   on.      a    refuge    in    the    onslaught.

#❛ the high lady speaks ❜ ▬ ( answered. ) #draconikia #reply; tamlin (draconikia) #(( i'm biting my fist i LOVE THIS )) #❛ the huntress finds her mark ❜ ▬ ( meme. )

[lyctoralsaints]

✧     ֺ    ˖     ⎎ @draconikia said ❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜ // trevor belmont to alucard ( he thinks he’s funny. )

a  pale  appendage  raises  to  sweep  platinum  tresses  over  his  shoulder,  ever  aware  of  the  other's  presence  behind  him.  trevor,  he  thinks,  is  a  glutton  for  embarrassment  or  otherwise,  just  an  idiot.  but  he  is  precious  to  him  ––  all  the  banter  and  threats  and  insults.  he  wonders  if  trevor  is  aware  of  the  adoration  the  dhampir  holds  for  him;  it  will  never  meet  an  end.  in  fact,  alucard  fears  he  will  live  his  entire,  immortal  life  missing  trevor  belmont  when  he  finally  leaves  him.  there's  a  soft  smile  that  tugs  at  his  tiers  at  the  thought,  at  the  tone  that  stirs  him  from  it.  then  his  nose  is  wrinkling  ––  oh,  trevor  belmont  is  a  jokester,  that's  for  sure.  and  he  may  not  mind  the  way  he  is  bumped  or  the  bewilderment  they  both  play  off  so  well.  he  throws  him  a  glare;  the  lilt  of  his  voice,  the  accent,  the  coolness  .    .    .  he  has  to  fight  the  way  his smile nearly broadens.  the  book  he  had  been  reading  while  pacing  is  subsequently  placed  on  the  tabletop,  brows  furrowed.  〝 if  I  didn't  know  any  better,  I'd  think  you're  trying  to  get  my  attention,  belmont. ”  he  leans  toward  him,  lashes  almost  touching  as  he  narrows  his  gaze,  half-lidded  and  simmering.  their  bond  has  always  been  something  tragic  and  strange,  like  this,  since  the  moment  he  woke  up.  〝 and  the  next  time  you  call  me  madam,  I'll  bat  my  lashes  at  you.  then  you'll  regret  everything,  hm? ”  no.  surely  not.  trevor  belmont  is  not  a  being  of  regrets.  his  heart  is  too  wide  for  regrets.  a  step  is  taken  closer,  so  willowy  digits  might  sweep  up  a  broad  shoulder,  curl  against  the  side  of  his  throat  right  where  his  pulse  thuds  away.  〝 so,  back  to  the  subject  at  hand  ––  did  you  need  something?  or  just  me? ”  he  can  feel  the  way  the  other's  heart  thunders,  can  nearly  hear  it.  distantly,  he  wonders  if  this  world,  in  another  time,  would've  been  kind  enough  to  have  granted  them  a  life  together;  one  where  they  weren't  hunted  and  beaten  and  bloodied,  one  where  they  were  both  mortal  and  life  wasn't  fleeting  ––  a  childhood  spent  best  friends,  their  teen  years  holding  hands,  adulthood  by  each  other's  sides.  alucard  knows  he  would  never  be  worthy  of  such  a  thing,  though.  〝 please  say  just  me  so  I  needn't  let  you  go. ”

#. ⠀ narrative xvi⠀ * ⠀. MANKIND FACES RUIN AND DESPAIR. ☽ castlevania. #⁑ fortunate that i chose not to kill and eat you ⋰ TREVOR BELMONT ≀ draconikia #،̲، HIS MOTHER'S SON. ⋮ adrian tepes. #𓂃 inbox prompts. #draconikia #he's too funny for this #also sorry for the softness ig we die today

[faerieheart]

"Don't let it get to your head, but you look good, Dorian. Not as good as me, of course." she makes a show of flipping her long, golden hair behind her back as she shrugs. Aelin is in a good mood tonight and she looks the part too.

"Seriously though. Thanks for being my date to this thing tonight. " @draconikia

#draconikia #& modern verse ♡ she’s got fire in her veins. ◞ #i hope this is okay!! #i went w something pre-est but we can always plot something more in depth out at whatever time :)

[deathsconsort]

@draconikia

perhaps nesta didn’t take the threat on her life as seriously as she should have because she had snuck out of her own apartment some time after midnight. or maybe she did it out of spite, angry that not only did she have a hulking man following her around at all times every single day, but he now lived with her and she had feelings for him. the break in had happened last week, she had unlocked her door and was met with the horrific state her apartment was in. her belongings were thrown about as well as some items being completely broken. nesta didn’t dare set foot inside the apartment, she had called her building’s security then immediately called cassian. how this man even got into the building, let alone inside her apartment was a mystery to everyone. she lives in a luxury penthouse for fuck’s sake, how was this possible?

her building’s security sent over the camera footage to the police only for them to find the footage from that night had been tampered with. her team then insisted on allowing cassian to live with her for now, until this threat is dealt with. although she argued with them, she allowed it only because she was in fact scared but didn’t want to admit it. the second she was able to go back inside her apartment she had thrown nearly everything out, not wanting a single thing her stalked had touched. she felt violated and unsafe in her own home, she felt utterly weak. even worse, she hated herself for feeling safe and comforted by cassian’s presence in her home. nesta knew her feelings for him were growing stronger and that terrified her almost as much as the break in had. the incident had left her traumatized and nesta had never been able to talk about it fully, pushing it aside and acting as if it never happened.

so yes, it very well was spite and anger that had her sneaking out when she believed cassian to be asleep in the guest bedroom. the entirety of the night had been spent with her best friend at their favorite club, dancing and drinking until she couldn’t remember how her life had turned upside down. all she wanted was to drink and dance so she could momentarily forget the world. it was almost four in the morning when she returned home, the fact she was able to even make it back home was impressive with how drunk she was. when entering the living room, nesta noticed a big, shadowy figure and screamed. without thinking twice she took off one of her heels and chucked it at the figure, barely missing him. suddenly a light was on and nesta squinted. “what the fuck, cassian?!” she was too drunk for this. “you should be sleeping, you almost made my heart fall right out of my ass.” the room was spinning, the entire world was spinning. nesta practically fell onto the couch and sprawled out like a house cat while she looked at her bodyguard. “god, you missed a fun night cassie.”

#i'm already living for this lmao #especially her calling him cassie #( verse : modern au ) #☾ ‘ how the winds moan her name. can you hear it too? nesta. nesta. nesta. ‘ ( thread ) #draconikia