Me Having Never Broken Anything: What The Actual Hell.

You always have a choice, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy being a mass murderer of all my faves!

Someone needs to stop giving me the opportunity to kill characters

Baz Pitch as he swishes his cape melodramatically.

the strong urge to wear a long, blood red velvet cloak at all times. where does it come from.

a wolfstar commission for @rosemaldrge 

Ooh this is cool! And for sure counts as evil, you’re on the way up in the villain stakes, at the moment I think you’re a local nuisance villain but you’re stepping it up.

Kissing prompt #2 with Silver x Kai because it's Sunday

“Can I kiss you?” Kai tried to not snort too derisively. “Have you never been curious about kissing a Fae? How… narrowminded? I thought that you would be more adventurous than that. Keep it in the species? Oh, that would make miss Winters is the exception.” Kai turned to snap at him but stopped short, lips parted to bitterly spit out some pithy remark, but it died on his tongue.

Kai had some protection against Fae, due to his inherent nature as a dragon, and a noble born one at that, glamours could be cut through, a warm knife through butter. Most of the time. Sometimes he was caught off guard and he found himself swept up in the flow of a narrative, and even though he knew that it was all a story, he couldn’t get himself out of the current he was drowning within.

He was beginning to see why Irene was always so tense around Silver.

She was steeling herself against the man’s powers.

Something Kai was beginning to wish he knew how to do.

“Has the cat got your tongue?” Silver asked, he smirked and tilted his head ever so slightly, lavender hair catching the light and seemed to be threaded with gossamer. He slowly blinked his golden eyes, the pupils were wider than normal, something only usually seen in Silver at the end of a very long party with plenty of liquor, or when he chose to turn his eyes to a new prey.

“Shut up.” Kai forced out between gritted teeth, the small voice at the back of his head, that he wished he could gag, wished that Silver keep talking with that low, stroking, purring voice, in tones not unlike music.

Silver pouted. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to wet his lips and Kai swallowed thickly, the tension in his spine intensified and it was hard to not move toward Silver and take him in his arms and kiss him and-

Kai screwed his eyes shut and took a shaky breath, trying to breath deeply, but his lungs failed him.

“Did I touch a nerve, my dear prince?”

“I said shut up.” Kai opened his eyes again and managed a small reprieve when Silver took a slight step back, mildly alarmed by the red glow that Kai’s eyes had taken on. “You are a disgusting creature. I can tolerate working with the Fae, I can accept that we need to find a way to live in harmony, but I will never tolerate the way that you try to use people like they are nothing but your playthings.”

“They enjoy being my playthings. Believe me, I ensure that each and every one of them enjoys it.” He paused, and then. “I’d make sure that you enjoyed every moment that you would spend in my bed. We don’t even have to use the bed, if you prefer.” Kai would have hit him, he wanted to know what that flawless skin felt like under his…

No. He refused to allow himself to be drawn in by this creature.

He swallowed again and the red faded out of his eyes, like dying embers.

“So, can I?” Silver asked, taking another step forward.

“Can you what?” Kai sneered.

“Can I kiss you? I have never kissed a dragon before.”

“I will not be a notch in your bed post.”

“Oh, dear prince, we could be so much more than that.”

Does this continue to add to me being evil? First I start killing off everyone, and now I wont let anyone get a kiss.

Super cute!

Perfect spot

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Ooh, I understand the belly thing, it’s just a strange word. This is great fluff!

Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible

"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"A what?"

"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"

"Of course. What did you expect?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."

"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"

"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."

"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.

"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"

"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"

"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."

"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."

"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.

"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"

"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.

"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.

"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"

"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."

"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.

"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."

"You are the worst."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."

"Says the man without a navel."

"Technically, not a man."

Ooh, that’s an interesting name derivation. I too love the storm clouds the sky looks beautiful!

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

“Advice to Aspiring Artists”.

This is very short. But if you only ever watch or reblog one YouTube video with me in it, make it this one. I mean it. This is important.