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dying bc this is what showed up when I googled naruto

#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #casually checking up on the latest updates and I see this #PINK HAIR GIRL : SAKURA HARUNO #IM SCREAMING ASJFDJLKDS

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when I finish BG3 I will add my Tav and possibly a companion or two

#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #*stares directly at shadowheart*

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sasuke squints at sakura. why is she up so late? ( it’s 2 am here 😂

ㅤㅤㅤTHE KUNOICHI IS LOST IN THE UNRAVELED SCROLLS ON HER DESK. Tired hands write scattered notes on a separate page, a pause to press the back of one to her mouth to stifle a yawn. That's when she notices him, greens shifting aside half-startled at his sudden, silent appearance. She can read the look on his face well enough without words.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Sasuke ─ ❞ she exclaims, shaking the tiredness from mind. ❝ I was only looking over some work. ❞ Eyes lift to the clock on the wall, astonished at the time. How is it so late ? The last time she checked, it wasn't even midnight yet. Sakura offers a light, apologetic smile, rubbing the back of her neck. ❝ I . . . I guess I lost track of time. ❞

#fighterbound #✧⊱ fighterbound ⊱ 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚 #IM CACKLING ASFJKLFDJK I HAD TO RESPOND ASAP #it's like 5am here I just woke up super early

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one thing you have to understand about me is that I am adhd and have absolutely NO concept of passing time

#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #I think it's only been a week since I've written here. I check. it has in fact NOT just been a week asfdjkljdf

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ㅤㅤㅤHE LAUGHS, FOR HE KNOWS SHE SPEAKS TRUTH IN THAT MATTER. Nothing entices men like him more than the beauty and grace of a woman like her. His is a life of savagery and iron, crossed swords and the salt of the ocean wind and spilled blood. Hers is silk and gold, words that charm with honey and a princess that presents herself as a more carefully crafted piece of art than the paintings on the walls. Who wouldn't die to have her? To his people, anything that is yours must be bought by the Iron Price. The sea does not barter with coin and neither do the Ironborn. If you want something, you must take it for yourself. And he wants her.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I think I know that better than anyone. You must have put a spell on me, you dangerous woman, ❞ he jests, but in truth, her wit can cut sharper than any blade, her words better at control than any sorcerer's magic. ❝ Aye, I did miss you more. ❞ He crossed an ocean for her, and he would have gone father if he needed to. If she was on the other side of Essos, then that's where he would be, no matter how far he had to go to get to her. Anything just to kiss her again, the feel of her lips against his a balm for an ache that's twisted at him for far too long. But it seems she's not content with one kiss, and his eyes come alight, a playful twitch at the corner of his mouth.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Five minutes? Is that all? ❞ he feigns protest, but does not waste the next few seconds. Harry releases her necklace, hands cupping under her hips to lift her onto the war table, pulling her legs around his waist. Nearly eye-level now, he takes a moment to look into her emeralds again and smirk. ❝ I can work with that. ❞ Harry pulls her in with a hand to the side of her neck and jaw, kissing her with the familiarity of an old lover. The other pins her close, digits pressing into the curve of her hip as he leans into her, a teasing whisper brushing against her ear. ❝ Or you could tell anyone that walks in to fuck off. That could work, too. ❞

"I   never   figure   you   Ironborns   one   to   follow   the   rules,   foolish   or   not."   She   is   different,   a   Lannister   and   a   Baratheon   and   a   princess   at   that,   rules   is   how   she   sees   the   world;   show   Myrcella   the   chessboard   and   she   will   perfectly   place   everyone   where   it   would   be   most   beneficial   for   all   of   them.   Even   Harry.   Once   her   mother   had   been   gone   and   out   of   the   picture,   she   had   hoped,   prayed,   that   he   would   come   for   her.   Perhaps,   with   the   knowledge   of   House   Greyjoy   slowly   dying   down   and   needing   new   numbers,   Asha   would   let   Myrcella   bring   forth   Harry   as   a   candidate   of   a   new   lord.   Most   beneficial   sure,   and   in   her   heart,   it   would   suit   her   best.   Let   the   ironborn   be   close   the   iron   throne   and   Harry   close   to   her   heart.  

He   had   stolen   it   a   year   ago   and   never   dare   to   return   it,   the   scoundrel.   The   princess   looks   over   ,a   smile   on   her   lips   at   his   jest.   "I   been   known   to   be   capable   of   swaying   dishonorable   men.   That's   the   real   danger   of   us   princesses,   you   know."   Her   power   lays   in   her   mind,   despite   what   her   mother   could   tell   her   a   long   ago.   Though,   of   course,   her   beauty   was   another   weapon   that   could   be   used   if   properly   done,   and   she   had   learned   from   the   best   in   the   realms.   "You   came   all   across   the   realm   to   see   me.   .   .I   guess   you   missed   me   more,   Captain."  

She   uses   his   title   with   an   easy   smile,   though   it   dies   briefly   at   the   touch   of   their   lips   and   is   finger   on   her   necklace   and   how   warm   she   suddenly   feels   despite   the   loose   fabric   of   her   summer   dress.   "Do   it   again   and   it   might."   She   breathes   against   his   lips   for   a   brief   moment,   eyes   looking   toward   the   door   before   she   let   her   hands   move   to   his   shoulders.   "You   have   five   minutes   before   someone   comes   looking   for   me.   Remind   me   of   how   it   used   to   be."   When   it   was   just   them   and   the   endless   sea   and   they   would   delay   the   inevitable   arrival   upon   land.

#myrc3lla #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 #suggestive tw

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-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 ˊˎ-

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#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞

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ꜰʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ.

#✧ promo. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 ? ❞ #*pretends to be shocked* #loml <3

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✧ ⊱ @ghouli3s said: ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ - dane to sersi, surprise he is rich

ㅤㅤㅤSHE WASN'T SURE THAT ANY HUMANS STILL LIVED LIKE THIS. It was more common when the world was ruled by kings and emperors, but by comparison, everything nowadays seems quaint. That's what she'd thought, at least, until Dane brought her to his home. Sersi stands, mouth agape, suddenly feeling as if time has rewound itself to the age of knights and royalty. ❝ All of this is yours? ❞ she looks at Dane, puzzlement bending her brows. He'd never seemed the type for anything so grand. Would a museum salary cover such a thing? No, this is a generational wealth, surely. ❝ When you said you'd take me home, I pictured that home being a townhouse. Or maybe a nice little brownstone. Not this. ❞

#ghouli3s #✧⊱ ghouli3s ⊱ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢 #her immediately: I KNOW a teaching salary isn't paying for this

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✧ ⊱ @ghouli3s said: ❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ - ikaris to sersi

ㅤㅤㅤSHE WOULD PROTEST, IF SHE THOUGHT IT MIGHT DO HER ANY GOOD. There's always a chance he could be up to some trouble. Maybe Sprite is hiding somewhere nearby, waiting to enact whatever mischief they've planned. But Sersi relents rather easily. She always does with him; it rarely takes him more than a look to get her to acquiesce. Fidgeting hands set aside the gem she'd been shaping from sandstone, stretching between the two of them as she rises to her feet. ❝ This had better be a pleasant surprise, or I'll send Gilgamesh after you, ❞ she tsks, but despite all attempts to be firm, a smile breaks through, eyes fluttering shut as her palms turn upward with no further resistance. Waiting.

#ghouli3s #✧⊱ ghouli3s ⊱ 𝐈𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢 #they 🥺

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✧ ⊱ @ghouli3s said: ❝   hold. state your business.   ❞ - vision to ajax

ㅤㅤㅤTHE STONE SPEAKS. BUT IS IT THE STONE, OR IS IT SOMETHING ELSE ? This consciousness that inhabits him, what is its origin? There is something divine in the construct before her, undoubtedly; the power of the universe itself fueling his life. And yet, he is made of man. An innovation unlike anything they've dreamed. Phastos did not trade them this knowledge, surely. Is this how far they've risen on their own? For men to be able to create consciousness itself, if this is indeed because of their work?

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I am merely here to observe. To learn, if allowed. ❞ She steps beside the man, or machine, or whatever he may deem himself. He has fought alongside them. The humans. Why should he have a care for that? The stone that powers him, does it not think itself made for more? That is the most curious thing of all, how he stands at their side. ❝ They are strange creatures, are they not? The humans you fight for. Do you see yourself as one of them? ❞

#ghouli3s #✧⊱ ghouli3s ⊱ 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐀𝐣𝐚𝐤 #✧ asks. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. ❞ #ah the existentialism

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ah. random files on my flash drive have been corrupted again 💀

#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #I'm glad I started making more backups #but my ask banner psd for this blog is lost RIP

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Sersi. Thena. Gilgamesh. Ajak.

#don't look at me we all know I have a weak will #✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞

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*sighs*

#if you see me quietly add muses from e.ternals . . . it's not my fault (it is my fault)

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#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #poll time <3

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why is the first thing I see when I log in here a bot sending p*rn directly to my inbox

#✧ ooc. ⊱ ── ❝ 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪. ❞ #*blinks*

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ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I DON'T FOLLOW THE RULES. THAT'S WHY I'M HERE NOW. ❞ Harry finds it best to walk the line between order and lawlessness, at least here, where people tend to care about those things. It's a different matter in the kingdoms with their kings and queens and laws and consequences. On the open sea, the only law is that of nature; the only rulers the gods that shake the waters and pass judgement with their winds and waves, and the ones who steer their ships against them. His kind court death with their very existence. ❝ There's a smart way to break the rules, and there is a foolish way. A year ago, it felt a lot smarter to stay away. Maybe it still is. Maybe I've just lost my senses. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤHe'd tried not to care. Surely she would have been eager to put the entire ordeal behind her, so why shouldn't he have done the same? That's what he'd believed, at least. A bitter little lie to convince himself to move on. It never worked. The more he thought it should have eased him, the angrier it made him. He could never have her. That alone was enough to drive him to the brink, but he at least had to know for certain if he'd imagined everything or if their time together was more to her than just a secret shame to keep from her family. If she'd rejected him tonight, he could have closure, but she doesn't, she lets him close and looks at him with the same glint in her eyes, and it all comes back to him as fresh as the first time.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ That implies I'll become an honest man, ❞ he smirks, but gods, if that's what it takes, it's worth considering. The sea doesn't have the same call that it used to. He could never settle as some meek nobleman, no, no matter the titles or positions given to him. But the queen does need a better navy. Maybe she'll see the opportunity here. Myrcella speaks of madness and missing him and Harry heaves a heavy breath. She puts his hand over her chest, and he presses, grinning at the feel of her racing heart. ❝ Did you miss me that much, princess? ❞ There's a clear pride in his voice. It's good to know he still has the same effect on her. The hand at her chest slides upward, fingers looping through her necklace, bringing their lips together with a pull of the chain. ❝ Is this better ? ❞

"It   should   be   simple.   I   thought   men   like   you   did   not   follow   the   rules."   If   he   had,   then   she   would've   been   ruined   in   his   ship,   instead,   she   had   been   offered   companionship   and   banter   and   when   the   time   came,   she   offered   her   heart   willingly.   The   memory   of   heated   lips   pressing   on   her   own   and   hands   keeping   her   close   and   warm   when   the   sea   would   shift   heavily.   He   had   been   there.   When   it   came   to   the   day   she   was   returned   to   her   home,   with   her   mother,   she   had   dreaded   the   time   itself.   The   heart   should   be   easy.   "I   thought.   .   .you   would   not   care."   Myrcella   admits.   A   year   had   passed   since   the   rose   had   been   sent   and   nothing   else.   No   letter   or   message,   the   princess   figure   she   had   been   an   infatuation   for   the   Captain   and   now,   a   distant   memory.

  She   had   no   mind   of   knowing   where   he   would   be,   he   had   no   land   or   favorite   port,   and   then   Daenerys   Targaryen   came   to   their   shores   and   she   decided   she   was   no   longer   going   to   be   a   pawn   to   be   used.   Heavy   breathing   takes   over   as   he   speaks,   that   honesty   and   perhaps   direct   way   of   speaking   bringing   color   to   her   cheeks   when   he   speaks   of   seeing   her   everywhere.   An   empty   bed,   so   he   had   not   share   a   bed   with   anyone   else?   She   feels   her   heart   quickening,   a   quiet   gasp   escaping   her   lips   at   that   moment.   Her   eyes   remain   open,   studying   his   expression   as   her   forehead   feels   the   pressure   of   his   own   and   she   swallows,   aware   of   the   closeness   and   what   he   is   saying,   the   implications.  

The   intent   for   her   hand   and   more   importantly,   the   search   for   her   heart.   "Make   me   an   honest   woman?"   The   princess   jest,   but   her   voice   is   but   a   quiet   whisper   against   his   own,   the   tip   of   her   nose   brushing   against   his   as   she   tries   and   fails   to   control   her   breathing.   "Whose   to   say   I   haven't   been   the   one   driven   mad   by   your   absence?"   She   can   give   him   a   title   and   a   name,   and   he   can   have   her   heart.   An   ironborn   for   the   Baratheon'   princess.   A   hand   moves   to   his   own,   moving   and   pressing   it   over   her   chest,   over   her   heart,   where   she   knows   he   will   hear   the   pounding   underneath.

#myrc3lla #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

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ㅤㅤㅤ❝ IT WASN'T THAT SIMPLE. ❞ Cersei was gone, and with her, the threat to his life, but by no means did he assume he could simply return. The new queen was settling in as the war came to an end, and the army that kept her city safe was not so welcoming to known pirates. But he's here now, isn't he? Shouldn't that make a difference? ❝ If you get spit on enough by the rest of the world, it takes more than one invitation to make up for years of that. ❞ The Ironborn were mocked and scorned for keeping to their ancient ways, but is that not the same wish that the Starks and other Northern houses keep to? Even the Dornish do not bend so easily in their customs, but none are as reviled in the sight of others as the Ironborn. Because by the rule of the Iron Price, none of these lordlings would deserve a damn thing, not a single piece of jewelry on their skin or the clothes on their backs. A lot of them cannot abide by the idea that a man should only be able to keep what he has earned.

ㅤㅤㅤHe didn't mean for it to sound that way, as if all he wanted from her was to be legitimized. It was only an afterthought. A means to an end. It would be a lie to say that it was something he'd never thought of before. As a boy, his nights were filled with dreams of such a thing. Of no longer being an outcast among outcasts. As a man, those dreams turned to salt in his mouth, and he knew it could never be, not by his father's will. He's lucky Euron hadn't killed him simply for the fun of it. He never thought to ask Myrcella, nor the queen she serves, but now it feels more important than ever. If he bears the bastard name Pyke, then they can force him away again. If he bears the name Greyjoy, then he will be a guest like any other. Then and only then can he make himself worthy of her.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Truth be told, I gave up on that name when I was a child. It didn't take long to learn that my father would never love me or claim me as anythin' more than leftovers from a night he doesn't even remember. I've always been content as a bastard. But I've realized, no bastard will ever claim your hand. ❞ Hands press at the corners of her jaw, and he stays close, relishing that familiar proximity to her that he's missed so much. ❝ It could have been so much easier if I could have forgotten you. But I saw a ghost of you in every port. Places I'm sure you've never stepped foot in, but you were there because my mind wanted you to be. Drink doesn't taste the same. My bed has been empty. Even the thrill of the sea has dulled. I'm sick, princess, don't you get it? And it's all because of you. ❞ If she wants his honesty, she'll have it. It makes his chest feel tight, admitting these things, a certain fear for the words that come from him. In this moment, Harry feels as if he can empathize with those who have felt their neck against an executioner's block. Live or die, she is the one who must put him out of his misery one way or another. Harry leans down, his forehead pressing against hers. ❝ I want you , Cella. I need to make you mine, or else I'll go mad. ❞

"My   mother   is   gone   now.   You   didn't   come   back,   did   you?"   Cersei   Lannister   is   but   a   shadow   of   a   name   now.   By   all   mans   she   hates   that   her   mother   wasn't   there   but   in   order   for   the   cycles   to   end,   the   status   quo   had   to   change,   the   ladder   had   to   replace   it's   steps   and   the   wheel   had   to   be   greased.   That's   what   they   are   doing   here   now.   "Stubborn.   All   of   you.   It's   an   invitation   to   come   here   and   start   anew   and   you   decide   your   pride   is   higher.   Even   the   dornish   and   the   north   are   here."   And   the   North   is   independent   now,   they   have   their   own   king   and   their   own   rules   now   but   they   have   come.   She   was   hurt   by   the   ironborn   deciding   to   skip   her   invitation,   and   perhaps   she   figure   they   still   consider   her   a   bastard,   regardless   if   she   has   Daenerys   support   and   alliance.

  And   then   he   pulls   on   her   arm   and   she   wants   to   pull   it   back   away   and   keep   a   distance   but   his   grip,   wile   not   bruising,   is   a   reminder   of   a   time   a   year   ago   when   she   didn't   had   to   worry   about   anything   else   but   the   feeling   of   his   hands   on   her.   He   asks   for something   she   had   thought   of   before.   Give   him   a   legitimization.   That   legitimization   would   require   Asha's   approval   as   well   but   the   idea   has   come   through   her   mind   in   the   year   they   had   been   apart.   "A   name.   Is   that   what   you   want?"   She   asks   then,   eyes   looking   to   the   ground   before   they   glance   upward,   once   more   into   those   sea   like   eyes   that   dare   to   make   her   lose   her   sanity.  

"Is   that   why   you   came   here?   For   a   name?   A   name   that   implies   lands   and   titles.   Do   you   truly   wish   for   just   that?"   She   wants   him   to   say   he   wants   her   too.   That   as   Greyjoy,   as   a   lord   with   lands,   he   has   a   chance   of   being   there   and   ask   for   her   hand   like   all   the   other   lords   around   the   lands.An   alliance   with   the   ironborn   would   not   be   disliked   but   that   is   the   last   thing   on   her   mind   when   she   stands   there   before   him,   as   they   have   always   done,   her   shoulder   rise   and   tense   under   his   touch,   keeping   her   body   near   his.   "Tell   me   why   you   came   here."

#myrc3lla #✧ muse ⊱ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 #excuse me while I go insane