Why do you care for Litharinia so much? The girl was doomed from the start. Perhaps you're better off investing your time someplace else?
❛ you know you’ve got a lot of FUCKING NERVE coming up to me with this bullshit — let alone about the woman i love. ❜ adrenaline pulsated through this veins as the grip upon his gun tightened, fighting the NATURAL IMPULSE to shoot a bullet between the eyes of this ignorant shadow. emerald hues stared intensely into the colorless&endless pools of the opposed, internally counting down until death came knocking on their door. ❛ she was never DOOMED from the start. doomed means that there’s no salvation, no cure, no reversing effects or better yet HOPE to help that person become better. she was never that. unlike most of the women walking these streets, she’s strong, determined and independent as all hell. trust me, i’ve tried investing my time on others. PLENTY OF TIMES yet look where it lead me? back to her, because no one is like her. hell, you’re lucky if she even bats an eyelash at you for more than a second before a dagger gets jabbed into your rib cage. ❜
❛ i wanna see you try to get to her. tell me her eyes, her aura .. fel, EVERYTHING ABOUT HER won’t make you shake in your boots. you know why? ❜ a single finger pointed accusingly towards the shadow as he continued, ❛ because she’s more woman than anyone could handle, but me. she’s my EQUAL, my partner and above all of that, she’s MINE. after all the bullshit i did, and trust me i regret all of it, we still love each other. so, tell me something, buddy — how could you not care for someone like her? ❜
"What if I told you I didn't want this baby? How would you feel?"
❛ what do you expect? ❜ it took everything in him not to lash out or cause a commotion on the idea of her destroying what they both made, let alone ending a life that BELONGED TO THEM. ( it was a death wish in a sense, ) but he kept his cool exterior in tact in hopes that her words were from fear. fear of taking care of a child and not knowing what to do with times got tough. slightly calloused fingers brought forth a small glass of bourbon to his lips, its STRONG SPIRITS drowning his self doubt ( as a father ) within an instant. this wasn’t about him and he knew it ; it was about her. he knew her like the back of his hand & fear was taking over. he could see it in her eyes.
❛ listen, ❜ he started as he placed his glass onto the counter before he walked towards her. his tone of voice was SOFT, CALMING but overall, CONFIDENT as he spoke, hoping to the unknown gods above that she’d take his words into consideration ; not only for him but for THEIR BABY. ❛ i know this wasn’t what you wanted, let alone did i want this but there’s no way in hell .. that i’m gonna let you deal with this alone, alright? this is our baby. ❜ hands were placed gently onto her stomach, thumbs softly caressed her flesh as he continued to soothe away her doubts ( or attempt to. ) ❛ we’re gonna get through this .. TOGETHER. if this means we’ll have to fucking ask the nearest priestess for their ridiculous BLESSING or even have one of them teach us how to .. take care of it .. we’ll do just that. but don’t take away what’s ours. consider it a BLESSING, litharinia. ❜ and as if they were two magnets, his forehead was pressed against hers, hands cradling her face as if she were made of GLASS. ❛ you’re a BLESSING to me .. you both are. ❜
“What makes you so special to know?” she retorted. “I would expect someone who really wants to listen in on such information to at least give a face, but since I’m feeling generous today… I’ll enlighten you.” Dark, thick lashes firmly closed as she easily remembered him. The way he smelled, the tone he always spoke in when speaking just to her and how gently he would caress her skin; even when she acted like she hated him.
“I love everything about him. That look he gives me that always makes my knees weak with the little twinkle between his glare. The way he grabs my hips. The way he kisses me. The way he speaks to me.” She paused for a moment and opened her eyes, running her tongue over the edge of her pearly whites.
“But most of all, I love the way he makes me vulnerable. I never knew what love was until I met him. I guess you could say it was love at first sight.” A laugh rumbled up from her chest and she smiled warmly as pesky fingertips ran helplessly through her raven tresses for comfort. “I knew from the very moment I saw him that one day he would be mine. I practically made it a mission, and gods… did I succeed. That’s what makes him so special. His capability of being mine.”
the touch he placed against her own sent chills down her spine of sweet and utter bliss, but she fought against it nevertheless, squirming between his grasp that overcame her own. “that’s more I like it, Syth. Mm.” without hesitation, she rubbed against him, just to arouse him and tap a little tease into the mix. just as he let go she grunted and stumbled forward, quickly turning on the back of her heel to face him after catching her ground. “maybe I’m just having a little fun, hm?” the assassin bit down on her lip as curious emerald hues scanned over his damaged form, taking in every detail. “damn, you’re hot when you’re all beat up. wanna have sex and make up later?” a smirk tugged at her crimson tiers, her canines flashing.
and just like that, she flipped the switch all on her own. could she be taken seriously or was it all a MIND GAME? being blinded by a woman of her caliber was a mistake he did to himself but he kept his cool. ( or so he tried until she grinded against him. ) brows furrowed together as DISBELIEF SWEPT ACROSS HIS FACE. emerald hues looked her over, up and down, taking in every detail. ❛ sorry, don’t think you could handle me anyways, sweetheart. ❜ a sinister smirk forming along lips, a wicked flicker illuminating along his eyes. IT TOOK TWO TO TANGO. ❛ but by all means, love. come to daddy when you think you’re ready. ❜ and within a blink of an eye, his form appeared behind her once again, fingers tracing her outer thigh, lips hovering her ear ; words of the SWEETEST SIN caressing along tanned skin, shadows lingering by their feet. ❛ considering how this NEW LITH might have a few new tricks up her sleeve, right? ❜
the incessant ringing of his voice played over and over like a favorite song in her head; one you couldn’t shut up or stop singing along to. the tune played forward and backwards as if she riding an endless carousel. “your presence s i c k e n s me.” pesky fingers balled into fists as she threw another hit, aiming all her force in his ribs with one blow. his scent was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it, but would he ever know that? of course not. the erasing of her emotions left her cold and bitter, though she wasn’t naive to her recent feelings for him that tried their best to surface. hate and agony cascaded everything overall if anything. “tell me how much you love me, Syth. you think you can change my will? time’s have changed, baby. the litharinia you knew is GONE.”
and in a matter of seconds, he could feel his walls rise around him as POISONOUS WORDS shot out from her. never once caring about who they were aiming for ; yet had she ever cared? as long as she had her point was made, she had no use of explaining herself. and never once had he ever wanted her to do so, but he’d be damned if someone were to take her from him. NOT WHEN HE HAD HER FIRST, before anyone else. but he knew allowing her to hit him wouldn’t make matters any better. fingers wrapped around her wrist firmly as feet brought him behind her, SECURING her wrist tightly by her neck. ❛ if my PRESENCE SICKENS YOU so much, why are you still wasting your time then ? answer me that, hm. ❜ lips rested sweetly against her ear before letting her go; DISTANCE FORMING BETWEEN THEM. tongue slipping between bloodied, torn lips; cleaning them of the sanguine liquid that oozed. it was a taste he grew accustomed to. ❛ cause if this so-called NEW LITHARINA took over the old one, she would’ve left by now. just like the rest! ❜
slightly calloused fingertips grazed along his bloodied lips, emerald hues locked onto hers. ( the same ones that held his BLACKENED HEART or what was left of it. ) it was a wicked game oftheir sanity. the longer he tried to fix things, the stupider he felt but somehow, he still fought. regardless of how FUCKED UP they were, it was fate; even if she pushed the idea aside countless times. ❛ you know, the more you IGNORE ME, the more annoyin’ i’m going to be, lith. ❜ she could throw as many punches as she wanted to SCARE HIM OFF or show him strong she was without him. there he was, still standing before her — bloodied lip and all. his infamous, sarcastic chuckle fell between lips to mask the tension his body held so dear. ❛ punch me, kick me, fuckin’ SLICE ME OPEN for all i care. guess where i’m gonna be standing ?right here. ❜ // @litharinia
Even with the recent compulsion to wither away her emotions, he still somehow always brought her walls down. Words didn’t even have to be exchanged to take a large hit at the kingdom. No, all he had to do was simply look at her and it was over. No magic spell on earth could take that away, especially not by Alexian’s hand. “Syth… You have to.” Every emotion that hit her was overwhelming: pain, guilt, sorrow, hate, and even love. For months now she had spent her days alone, absent in her own mind, without a single, lingering feeling crawling up her arm. The sensation felt like she was out in a tidal wave… stuck. The vicious water ripping her back and forth.
A quiet, itching voice called to her, ‘Don’t you DARE fall into his trap. He left you- TWO times now. You promised you would hate him. WHY AREN”T YOU HATING HIM?!’
“I can’t hate you… No matter what you do, I can’t hate you. Why can’t I hate you?” She took a few steps back and sunk into the large, plush chair behind her just as she tripped, the furniture catching her fall. Balling her firsts, she dug her own nails into the inside of her hand, cutting into the skin with blood staining between her fingers.
He was okay before all of this. He didn’t a hint of GUILT or SORROW when he was away because he repressed all memories of them. It was the only way he could handle with the distance between them. But even then, from time to time, he could envision that night in Silvermoon as if it were yesterday. The moment they confessed their feelings for one another (& the moment when he lost his sense of self when he looked into her eyes).
❛ I don’t have to do anything ! ❜ His voice was firm as his beliefs were that she needed support of her emotions or else, she’d go insane. Utterly insane.
Emerald hues watched her walk away until she fell into the chair behind her as blood slid down her fingers. He could feel his heart rattle within his chest, pain piercing through each heartbeat until he found himself kneeling before her with hands gently placed upon her knees. Hesitation swept across his entire form until he glanced up to her, meeting eye level with the scent of her blood lingering between them. ❛ Same reason why I can’t hate you. Don’t you remember that night in the city? The words we exchanged? That’s why and you know it. ❜
Alright, let’s get things started, shall we? Let’s clear the air real quick and let me say that I am in no way affiliated with DJ Cotrona. I’m also in no way affiliated with the writers of FROM DUSK TIL DAWN. DJ is his own person and I have absolutely no ownership of his face, which is pretty damn obvious, am I right? Or am I wrong? All I take credit for is the writing on this blog. Every head canon that I write out is also mine, so please, for the love of God, do not take my head canons and claim them. I worked really hard on this page and the development of my OC, so respect it and be original of your own ideas. As for my icons, someone else makes them for me and if you’d like to know who it is, feel free to message me. I’ll be more than happy to link you their page.
selectivity.
This is a HIGHLY SELECTIVE blog. This means I am mutuals only and I will be selective on who I follow back. Memes are the only exception to this rule. Non-mutuals are welcome to send in memes, unless stated otherwise in the tags. Or, if you have a specific plot in mind, you are always welcome to message me. I don’t bite! And we can talk about it. However, please keep in mind that I reserve the right to turn down any and all plots, for whatever reason.
following + unfollowing.
I might come off a little harsh but I am being completely honest here. I will not follow everyone back. This is not because I think I am better than you or because I think your writing sucks. This is simply for my own sanity. And I'm sure you can agree with that, right? Like everyone else, I like my dash to be clean and a safe place for me. If I see that my dash becomes a jumbled mess filled with people whom I've never interacted with, it'll kill my muse and it just makes my brain turn into mush. Like pure mush and I don't want that, alright?
The same shit goes with unfollowing. It takes a lot for me to unfollow someone since I know how it is when ooc shit gets overwhelming but if your blog starts to consist of 90% ooc shit and CONSTANT COMPLAINING then there's an issue. And my solution to that problem is to unfollow you. Plain and simple. Another reason why I'd unfollow you is if I know we would never write together. If we go a good two weeks without any plotting or anything, don't feel any kind of way when you see that I unfollowed you. I just know this wouldn't go anywhere. Respect my decision and we'll be cool. :)
replies.
THIS BLOG RUNS OFF INSPIRATION. And let's not forget to mention that I am in nursing school, so yes, my replies will take ages but believe me, they will be worth it. But I am human, so I will have my days where I won't feel inspired or the muse to reply to your thread. Don't take it as me ignoring your thread, I am not. But I am entitled to dropping threads if I know I won't reply to it within a week or so. It happens, we just need to keep it moving! BUT DO NOT RUSH ME FOR A REPLY! Do that and watch how fast I will drop your thread and unfollow you. I find that to be one of the RUDEST things someone could do to another. Overall rule here: be patient and understand that this is a hobby, not a job.
But when I do reply to your thread, I do get a bit descriptive with my writing and that's because I like to paint a picture for my partner to envision as they read it. Do I expect you to match the length of my response? No. But all I ask is that you match the enthusiasm and put your all into your response as I did for you. That is all.
plotting.
Overall, I prefer PLOTTED IDEAS rather than spontaneous threads because of the simple fact that I'd like to know where our muses stand rather than me assuming. Cause if it were up to me, our muses would be enemies ready to tear each other apart without a single ounce of fucking remorse. But I am open to most plotted ideas, especially anything that has to do with angst because they're freaking awesome and I love causing pain upon other muses and my own. ( I am insane, I know. ) But nonetheless, if you have a plot that you'd like to swing on over my way, please feel free to message me and we can see if it's something I can see our muses doing. But remember, I can decline any plot idea. This is my blog and if I don't feel comfortable doing a certain plot, you really have no right to get mad at me.
relationships.
Now, now, now, here comes the real issue. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have all the relationships with Syth. But if you're thinking of having anything ROMANTIC with him, there is a high chance that it will be very, very toxic. Syth is a very selfish person. He is an asshole with no filter, whatsoever, so if your muse's feelings get hurt? That's their issue because he has no issue telling them how it is unless he needs something from you. ( & no, it won't be sex. ) But this doesn't mean that he's like this in all his ships; friendships, enemies, partners, etc. REMEMBER, THERE ARE OTHER RELATIONSHIPS OTHER THAN ROMANCE. I am asking for literally anything for Syth but please, don't assume that when I ask for ships that they need to be romantic. If we've never written together, I won't do any romantic ships with you. That's it. Unless we've formed a close friendship oocly, anyother ship will work fine with you.
triggers + nsfw.
Luckily, I don't have any triggers but since I am of age and so is my muse, there will be tons of NSFW posts. If you are familiar with the show, From Dusk til Dawn, you know there's a lot of profanity, blood, gore and some nudity. I'l try to tag things accordingly. Keyword: TRY. But if you have any triggers, let me know in a private message and I'll tag it. But please, be nice about it or else, I'll simply ignore your message.
out of character.
Shay. 22. Female. sarcastic sinnamon cupcake. EST. Skype can be obtained upon request. Now, enjoy your stay on my blog and message me a BADASS plot. ♥
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and like a phoenix, he rose from the ashes of the man he used to be. once naive, innocent and overall .. weak-minded, he grew into a man of confidence, wit and POWER. A true KING, with blood stained fingertips and a wicked smile.
basic information
FULL NAME: Sythaeryn Bloodsworn NICKNAME: Syth AGE: Adult BIRTH DATE: May 22 GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SPECIES: Sin'dorei SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual SPOKEN LANGUAGE: Thalassian. Orcish. Some Demonic. Common. Darnassian.
EYE COLOUR: Emerald HAIR COLOUR:Dark brown HEIGHT: 6'2” BODY BUILD: Muscular TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: Several tattoos along body; arms, neck and back
phobias and disorders
PHOBIAS: None. MENTAL DISORDERS: Post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)
personality
INTELLIGENCE: Above average. He is a very intellectual man underneath the vulgar language and street smarts. He's a man that values knowledge and education to better an individual's state of mind and to help progress them theoughout life. 8/10. LIKES: Alcohol, hunting, fancy clothing, fierce armor, endangered / dangerous animals, alchemy, darkness and the moon. DISLIKES: Being ignored, belittled, underestimated, failing, small talk, and loud people. DISPOSITION: May come off as rude or arrogant when first meeting. EXTRAS: He has an issue with putting himself before others and not caring how they feel afterwards. He's a selfish man but he does have his reasons, which is due to his PTSD.
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