#noblehcart

[respondedinkind]

@noblehcart cont. [x]

"---Your taste in men is even worse than I expected it to be. I assumed you'd choose more wisely when it comes to who you're allowing to... satisfy your needs."

#noblehcart #Verse - Alien #(he so angry lol Khan u got issues)

[rebelichor]

@noblehcart | x

Ariadne and Vergil often stuck out like a pair of sore thumbs. Youthful faces, dark complexions and crowns adorned with silver hair. To receive a passing glance was normal. Sometimes a longer look. But there were moments, such as this, where the hairs raised at the back of her neck. It was that prickling feeling of something more.

The elder twin turned her head to scan their surroundings. It didn't take her long to lock eyes with the source, though there was a subtle change in her own expression. That hardened mask slipped to reveal her gentle surprise. No words were spoken, and yet she was as plain to read as a book.

An unassuming little old woman had disarmed her. She spared a twin brother a wordless glance, he nodded and approached the stablehand while Ariadne returned her attention to the stranger who had been staring at them. Her approach was almost a cautious one. She looked the woman up and down, could feel that familiar thrum — the song of magic.

"Well met." Ariadne spoke in her usual soft tone. Her eyes briefly left the older woman to take stock of the traveling bag at her side. "Are you here with anyone else? The roads are awfully dangerous to travel alone..." And to travel at her age.

#noblehcart #noblehcart: liesel #verse; medieval #I read about Liesel and her Old Curse #and I ran with it #if I had a curse and I saw two silver haired youths I know I'd stare too

[lordofthestrix]

❝ so do you sleep in a coffin ? ❞ (margot)

"Underneath the earth." A grim sentence addressed. "There is a plot of land long ago taken from my ancestral home. It is only the ground that once felt me die that will have me. Earth transported by ship to any corner of the world I inhabit. It is akin to...A daily call from the grave. Each day I am visited by the need to burry myself in its inhospitable coldness. My hands dig in this strange reminder where even worms know not to dwell. And for a moment that last an eternity it is as if I am truly gone. Only to revive with the arrival of the night. In black-pitch desperation. And crave. And hunger." There was an instant where guarded, terrible eyes lingered in heaviness on her and orbits that subtly hinted at cursed bleakness.

A muted snicker marked the end of the scene. "I usually find rest in velvet sheets, dear Marguerite. Silk or Egyptian cotton, on occasion. I'm afraid you will be equally disappointed if you decide to interview me on my ability to assume the skin of a bat."

@noblehcart

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[walkingshcdow]

@noblehcart | Erik & Rookheeya

“The Khanum has made me the offer of a wife,” Erik said, materializing on the terrace where Rookheeya sat, watching Reza play. Thin restraint held back the violence of Erik’s beautiful and terrible voice. The rage rattled the bars of its cage and, white knuckled, Erik gripped the back of a nearby divan. “It is meant as some sick game. I’m sure of it.”

He had asked Nadir on the ride back to Mazenderan only one question: what is the value of a wife? His companion had hesitated and Erik knew it was not because the other lacked appreciation for a wife and all her company might offer. Nadir saw Erik’s question as Erik saw the Khanum’s offer: a trap. Eventually he conceded that he was blessed (blessed!) to have married for love and that the worth of a marriage lay in the connection and communion between two, loving and consenting parties. (“Or more,” Erik had said waspishly. “You could have four wives, blessed as you are.”)

“Really,” Nadir concluded, ignoring Erik’s vitriol and thoughtful to the last, “I think the question you’d rather ask is what you could offer a wife.”

Erik had been insulted enough to shut his mouth and ride on. Now back at the estate, it had been an evening and most of a day. The springtime sun, bloated and golden like some overindulgent god, sank lower in the sky and cast a dark yellow. In the olive trees outside the garden walls, a pair of birds called to each other. The sound drew Erik’s thin lips to a sneer. He shook his head and fixed his cat-like eyes upon Rookheeya once again.

“Your husband was no help in the matter. What do you see in him, Madame Khan?” Erik sighed and fluttered irritably onto the divan beside her. “Surely you must require more in a husband than impudence.”

Pride dictated that Erik not ask outright what he wanted most to know. What did women want in a man besides a handsome countenance? He knew plenty of women in passing, but only one would deal with him in honesty and kindness. Rookheeya Khan was witty and lovely; kind and brave. Had she not been wed already, perhaps Erik would have been lucky enough to marry her himself. As it was, the Khanum would choose a woman from the harem for him. Erik would have to pray (if he were the sort to pray) that the woman chosen for him would be compassionate and intelligent. Anything less and this would just be a fine way for the Khanum to remind him of his place – not at court, but within the human race. Lowest of the low, he would not earn the love of a wife and this blessed week in the Khan household might be the last chance he had to learn to be someone worthy of not only admiration or intrigue, but love itself. He held his breath and blinked slowly, trembling slightly in wait for an answer.

#ch: erik #.001 | canon #thread: erik & rookheeya | noblehcart #noblehcart

[myhiraeth]

@noblehcart sent: 🌑 (cerci & liese SLEEP OVER or or regency au a la lizzie & jane) Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse [ Regency AU ]

The light knock came as no surprise- it had been such a day, filled with the fair and the ball to follow and dancing late into the night. They were finally home, undressed and their hair unpinned and their make up washed off and finally, lain in their comfortable beds under piles of blankets. 

They were to have to dissect the night’s events and the participants. “Come in,” she calls softly, setting her guilty pleasure novel aside and shifting to one side of the bed. She opened the covers to allow Liesel to climb right into bed with her once she slips into the room. “Hello my moon.” She whispers happily. “Can’t sleep?” 

“Can you?” Liesel volleys back. 

Cerci smiles, wrinkling her nose teasingly. “No.” She admits. “It was quite the night, yes?” A surprise proposal- neither of them, thankfully, though when the ripples started in the crowd Cerci did instincitvely look for Liesel and that troublesome little rebel that was fascinated with her-, a wardrobe malfunction no one was quite sure if was accidental or staged, one suitor pushed into a fountain outside, and two new pregnancy whispers. The night had been exciting, even by normal season standards. Cerci’s night had gone as expected, she’d done as she should and allowed two men a chance to dance in between several dances with the magnetic and intelletucal Stefan Ivanov. 

“I didn’t see you much- the library?” Her sister preferred the company of books to the company of people and could often be found hiding out in the library when balls were held in homes with them available. Cerci on the other hand thrived in a crowd. Crowds were where she did some of her best work, her best digging, her best discoveries. Balls and the refresments provided, along with the general air of magic and festivity, lent loose lips to just about everyone present. 

Before she had met Stefan, balls had been a whirlwind of talking and listening and prying and probing and learning. Her personal gossip mill had gone slow in the wake of meeting Stefan, her attention and efforts almost completely diverted to the man. 

#noblehcart #cerci london. / int. / liesel ivanov. / noblehcart #cerci london. / verse. / regency

[vulku]

he ought to take stock of the situation at hand; readings of this world that looks so similar, and yet, has notable difference from his own. a wrinkle in time, that he did not intend to enter -- and with no immediately discernable way home. yet as he stands in the very terran - like garden, still donning his starfleet blues, all he can do is stare at the other being who was a few feet away. no matter the universe, or time that has passed, it is a face he shall never forget. his mind all but halts, scarcely comprehending what he is seeing with his very own eyes; and all he can say, so quietly that as if it would ruin the illusion is :

" mother . . . ? "

@noblehcart for an au starter.

#noblehcart #verse : in between two worlds. #hello are you Ready for the Pain?

[delanuit]

@noblehcart continued from here.

Whenever Erik departed his friends' estate to attend to his duties in the court once more, he never planned that he shouldn't return. But he always knew it to be a possibility, which made each parting terribly bittersweet. Mazandaran was a haven in a world that was becoming smaller and more dark with each passing month. The demands of the shah and his mother were increasingly weighing on him, becoming ever more sinister, ever more violent, ever more twisted. Returning here was a balm to his raw psyche, one he felt entirely undeserving of but unbelievably grateful for.

“ I certainly hope it will not be the last time, madame. ” He took her hand, and for one wild moment considered kissing the fingers delicately curled in his. Then he remembered himself and dropped her hand as though burned, hastily clasping his own behind his back. Erik attempted to recover, switching back into contained politeness, “ I despair to think that I should never again find myself in your company.”

He stalled at her next words, body tensing. The thought of Rookheeya coming to court was one both tantalizing and horrifying. Her presence would make the tedium bearable, yet it remained important to Erik to keep his worlds separate. If his dear friend could see who he was in Tehran, he feared she would never be able to look him in the eyes, let alone invite him into her home, again.

“ Assuming I remain welcome, I shall return as soon as my duties permit, ” he said evasively, with a polite inclination of his head.

#noblehcart #v. ( angel of doom ) #he's got such a stupid crush on her and does NOT know how to cope #i'm obsessed with them #polyamory now !!

[malka-lisitsa]

🌿🍒 (dominic)

send “🌿🍒” (or “mistletoe”) for my muse’s reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

A slender brow raises as the vampire looked the man and his smug grin in the eye.

He looks so proud of himself and the way he leaned against the door frame like a professional flirt.

She let out a soft chuckle as she crossed her arms.

"There's mistletoe above us.... isn't there?" She could only nod when his grin widened and she let out a sigh. "Well played."

He caught her fair and square, so, she gave him his prize, and she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, however briefly before they disappeared again.

"That's your one freebee. You want my interest earn it." Katherine offered him a wink and then shoulder checked him as she walked past, just to be a little shit.

#Answered #noblehcart #you win this round gadget

[respondedinkind]

@noblehcart cont. [x]

"Oh no, not at all - I am just... watching you."

#noblehcart #Verse -> Alien #(ok Khan cool not creepy at all or whatever nah)

[darehearts]

❝          BONES.          ❞       the  ice  in  his  voice  could  freeze  up  the  supposedly  indestructible  glass  separating  them  two.       how  the  tables  turn                     he  finds  irony  in  his  presence  aboard  the  Enterprise.       the  one  vessel  that  used  to  give  him  freedom  now  confines  him.       a  blast  from  the  future,       Jim  Kirk  is  a  danger  to  himself       &       others.       fate  made  a       MISTAKE       displacing  him.      

his  intention  is  to  protect       THEM,       from  Starfleet,       from  the  Federation.

they       ALL       have  their  different  names,       however  such  organizations  are  all  the  same.       he’s  so  convinced  that  the  Federation  is  going  to  kill  everyone  on  this  ship  that  he  refuses  to       LEAVE       by  pretending  he  doesn’t  know  how  he’s  supposed  to  go  back.      

it  is       CHILLING       to  look  at  his  old  friend.       he’s  a  mere  ghost.       the  last  time  he  saw  or  heard       his       Bones,       he  was  dying  in  agony.      

there’s  no  coming  back  from  that,       not  after  this  long.       ❝          are  you  gonna  take  a  blood  sample     ?          ❞       he  calmly  rises  on  his  feet,       taking  a  few  steps  closer  to  him.       something  is       MISSING       in  this  Jim.       there’s  an  emptiness  in  his  glances  that  finds  the  doctor.       ❝          i  gotta  admit     .  .  .       it  is  so  weird  to  be  on  the  other  side  of  this  cage.          ❞

@noblehcart ★ |  plotted starter !

#noblehcart #all right numero uno! displaced Jim! thennn #there will be another one where he's still in his universe c: hehehe #| V: ★ STAR TREK ( VILLAIN AU )

[lordofthestrix]

💄 - Is there a past relationship your muse wishes they could have changed?

... "That's none of your business."

#Noblehcart

[ltcommanderandroid]

"I do not believe that to be accurate."

Greeter for @noblehcart (any muse)

#noblehcart #System > Logs > Second Officer

[walkingshcdow]

(because i couldn't pass up sending a rookrahadin one because -gestures above-)

"It is my understanding that my brother has invited you to dinner. He means to turn you. I cannot give you the dark gift of vampirism nor could I make you a countess. I will not move against my brother if a deal is struck between you. I notice he has not placed a card at your feet. Allow me to give you my answers before you make up your mind."

#ch: rahadin #x. asks #noblehcart

[myhiraeth]

@noblehcart sent: ❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ (Liese @ Fox but its AK GO multiverse crossover alt liese- she's worried about her almost-not-same-friend)

"You should worry less about me, and more about your Jason." It's not said threateningly, it's not said maliciously, only matter-of-factly, complete with a shrug. "AK likes me well enough as long as I follow the rules. He likes Liesel, and he likes you even though you remind him of the past and he HATES being reminded of the past. Jason though..." Jason, a completely seperate entity from the Knight. She'd never known Robin or the Knight he became was the same hellion she'd once gone to school with.

Now that she knows it makes sense, but the Jason that suddenly showed up with another Liesel under his arm, he's clearly had a different run of life than the Knight and, " He's still good inside. And honestly... that's kind of a threat to AK. There's no room for good here anymore. That line's gone too blurred and I don't think any of us know how to get it back. If Jason stays around too long, AK might kill him just because there's not room for two of them."

#noblehcart #fox. / int. / liesel ivanov. / noblehcart #fox. / verse. / pv. / arkhamknightreigns. / noblehcart

[vulku]

*amanda leans up, a soft light peck is pressed to her son's cheek.

the cool press of human lips against his cheek make's spock's eyes flutter shut, words dying on his tongue. although far less often now, such gestures of affection were far more common place as a child -- and he recalls it all. the familiar, secure embrace of his mother's arms. the soft, hushed lullabies that soothed him to a dreamless slumber. the ferocity in which she sought to protect him from the harsh criticism of his peers; the steel - eyed in the way she handled the unjust perceptions that colored the opinions of other clans. some, learned better. others, continued to be willfully blind.

he, while never disrespectful or ignorant of his mother's worth as a being, no longer wishes to disregard her affections. he may not be able to return them in quite the same way, physically; but he does not wish her to think he is without love. and so, spock graciously accepts the light kiss to his skin that stalls nearly all thought and voice, and does not shy away, where he once may have felt he needed to. his head tilts toward her, even as his eyes drift open. not quite human, but not quite vulcan. there's an unmistakable fondness there, for one who knows how to look.

" thank you, mother. " tone soft and low, as it always has been where amanda was concerned; even if non-vulcans could scarcely hear the difference, it matters not. spock knows she can, and her perception is all that matters. " shall we continue the tour? if you would prefer to rest, i shall escort you to your quarters. "

#noblehcart #answered. #IM HAVING A LOT OF EMOTIONS.... #he is just so Soft for his mother #he loves her sm #though he doesnt always know how to express himself #but he TRIES

[jadedpathways]

@noblehcart / sc

"Your superiors must really dislike you to put you in charge of all the screening before cryo. Or perhaps...you volunteered? Out of some...misguided loyalty to your...science officer?"

#noblehcart #noblehcart; mccoy #muse ↠ the last of the romulan empire #hear me out #he lived and he's awful #the end #nero: unbothered <3