Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

sidles up to him and worms his way beneath his cloak wing thing to keep warm

              inattentive azures fixated on particular rock structure,     attempting to understand if its form had always been the way he sees it now     //     has the rock undergone change   ?     was what perceived as immovable,     unchanging,     able to convert to its current form   ?     logical explanation behind it a bore,     more intriguing is the idea of life's dance interlacing itself with rock's time,     nature's dance wild    &    free,     the two conjoining to create what now sits before him.     attention,     however,     is fully diverted upon feeling one hide beneath his wing.     very same one that dons the guise of a cloak to foolish humans,     those that knew naught of the magical properties bestowed onto it,     over it    &    beneath it.

              speaking of lying beneath it,     just who is that   ?

              ❛     hey,     careful with the feathers   !     ❜     exclamation's delivered without second thought as he quickly turns around,     perpetrator revealed   !     in lieu of anger painting his features,     a smile finds itself forming on rakan's lips,      a chuckle elicited at the sight.     limb shifts,     only for hand to be placed against the nape of his neck    &    sheepishly rub it.     ❛     you startled me there for a second,     varus.      don't sneak up on a guy like that   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought

aight time to start writing here again! like this for a starter of varying length! no cap!

what’s your underlying motif?

the orange.

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

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One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

when u ks your duo

HOW  DO  YOU  NEED  TO  BE  LOVED ?

———     Casually,     the same way you love to breathe.

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

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lillia.     ///     herdream.

❛  oh … s - so you don’t  —  ❜  if her long droopy ears could drop any further they did now, despite being told she shouldn’t feel embarrassed —  how could she not? such a stupid question, lillia! stupid, stupid, st    —   ❛  l - lillia … my name’s lillia. ❜  she shares, ❛  is the … n - no. are the humans in your dream … truly like that?  ❜  a sudden question, but it gives way into the innocent curiosity that fuels violet hues. ❛  your dreams … they are warm, a - and so much fun! but … the humans … they make them … cold. are … are the humans … cold … ?  ❜

oh, how she wanted to learn about the world just outside the outskirts of these trees! but she remained here, alone amongst the wildlife  &  the dreams that greet her. so many dreams, sad, joyous. dark … so many dark dreams —  she was surprised when this person had managed to find her, even when she hid so well behind the trees  &  amongst the willowy branches … he found her!

              if he were oblivious to her sudden tonal shift,     to the underlying melancholy that's embellished within every syllable,     would he truly be rakan   ?     certainly not   !     attuned to his own sentiments grants him ability     (   if one could even call it that,     of course   )     to discern the emotions of others     ——     comes with his natural beauty,     what can he say   ?     that's all he needs to change his goal,     to uplift her spirits,     he's a charmer,     an entertainer,     what more does he need than his audience to smile for him   ?

              ❛     pleasured to meet you,     lillia   !     i'm sure you've heard of me,     ❜     confidence exudes from the smirk that grows onto his lips,     hand extended towards her,     albeit making certain to not so much as touch her.     his hope of her shaking his hand comes from the expectation she'll reach out.     scaring her away is not his intention,     to move about meticulously    &    carefully     ...     almost like a dance,     with a few extra steps.     ❛     but,     if you haven't     ...     rrrrakan,     ❜     emphasis on rolling the r sound,     simple effort to elicit even the smallest laugh,     the kindest smile.     ❛    the charmer,     the life of the party,     the most beautiful thing you'll ever see   !     ❜     hearty chuckle,     even if it's a slight one.

              ❛     as for the humans     ...     ❜     how peculiar.     that feeling of dreaming,     that feeling of conversing with another about a certain topic,     doing specific actions     ————     only for it to be mimicked in the real world,     a strong sense of familiarity,     have they met   ?     no,     no,     he's certain they haven't.     ❛     feel like i've told someone this before.     humans aren't bad,     ❜     is that the truth   ?     or is it merely a conjured lie perceived as reality   ?     some were good,     some held malevolent intentions,     whose fault is that   ?     ❛    but some of them     ...     ❜     how somber it felt now,     each word.     eyebrows furrowed,     lips pursed,     sky blue hues shifting towards extended hand,     thinking.     full of joy,     though he knows of the cruelty some display.     averting his eyes to that would not do him well.     thankfully,     he catches himself,     shakes his head    &    a bonafide grin grows onto his lips as his focus remains on lillia's eyes,     like soft lavender they were.     ❛     it's a long,     long story.     i'll just say they,     uh,     fear something they know nothing about.     magic.     you know about magic,     right lillia   ?     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@defensator​ said :   so YOU are an eleven? hah!

              ❛     yeah,     did i stutter   ?     ❜     oh,     look,     a smirk curves at his lips.     he's pressed the right buttons    &    he's gonna keep at it.     ❛     come on,     if you want to be an eleven,     you gotta have better hearing than that,     old man   !     or is age starting to catch up to you   ?     ❜

              battle dancing is one of the things he took pride in,     one of the things he has honed,     not simply out of mere interest,     but because it is interwoven with the care of his being.      dancing is freedom.     freedom is dancing.     to have one with the other is naught but a lie     (   a carefully constructed concept that would be forsaken,     for it is a mere imitation of the art,     albeit lacking soul   ).     that is his rationale for why kayn does this.     why kayn continues to train without breaking sweat,     why he perceives kayn to push himself to his limits,     why he believes kayn explains it to him,    &    despite how exhaustive it may be,     sheepish grin is all that is offered     ———     forgive him,     he hasn't processed all that information.

              ❛     right,     right,     so     ...     ❜     digits curl right against his chin,     lips coming to form a small pout,     brows furrowed as he attempts to regurgitate kayn's information to him.     ❛     you do that so that they can     ...     ❜     trails off into silence,     humming.     a shrug is offered in place of a verbal answer.     ❛     i dunno,     fall   ?     ❜     this is a mess.       ///       @shadowhelmed​