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misterharington asked:

🌹

vuotristearchive answered:

mutuals send me a “🌹” and i’ll give you a compliment!

hello sweet heart !!! i don’t even know what to say that won’t fill up this whole post LMAO. i’ve been a fan of ur blog and ur writing for as long as i can remember, ur probably the one blog that i kept seeing since my early days of rp when i just began flushing out roman ( renier back then ), and i remember always wanting to rp with you. it’s that wolf solidarity, y’know. :-) your writing is beautiful and i love how much care and attention you put into kit. he’s such a wonderfully thought out character and i love everything about him and your writing. your blog all around is just fantastic and it’s left such a great impression in my mind that i’ve remembered you even up until now all these years later !!! i’m honestly so glad we’re writing together now. ♡ ♡ ♡

#[ con;tain ]#[ my heart just -- squeeeee hehehe ]#[ the fact you even remembered after all this time is mind boggling and im so pleased with everything we got going on right now ]#[ thank u for interacting with my lone boi i really hope they can develop a friendship as that would be so cool!! ]#[ i appreciate u so much lovely. stay wonderful. hearteu ]

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gwyynbleidd‌:

“Of course I saw her,” he stated with confusion. It took but a quick second for his furrowed brows to relax in perfect synchronization. Realization had hit him, prompting a short-lived chuckled. Jakob smiled idly at the comment, shifting his gaze towards the cigarette resting skillfully between the man’s lips. If not for the conversation at hand, the android may have taken the time to analyze the physical strategy of both tiers multitasking with such ease. Other humans he had observed that night carried with them much less skill and coordination. “There aren’t co-ed bathrooms,” he replied, lifting his sights to find a darker set of eyes. Further explanation as to how he had ended up in to women’s restroom and witnessed what he had wasn’t given, instead replaced by a heavy sigh and slight shift of topic, “Have you done cocaine?” he wondered, now resting an elbow and his weight against the edge of a small bar table between them. Jakob took to taking in the scene around them, attempting to find meaning behind the excessive pursuance of intoxication.

YOUR NONCHALANCE CAUGHT HIM OFF-GUARD. Though, not in the least surprising considering where they were and all the things transpiring back in the fumigation of the building. Perhaps he’d caught the attention an individual as lacking in interests in such trysts, but then again why’d he let himself get dragged to this gathering to begin with? Kit takes a few drags of his cigarette absently, gaze elsewhere but mostly, on the moon above. “Figured” And weird, still he’d keep that thought to himself.

ONYX RETURNS TO THE STRANGERS EYES. Smoke gradually begins to release from a pair of lips as relaxed as the nicotine ricocheting from several points throughout his limbs, bringing a wolfish sort of grin onto foreign features considering the other male’s particular gaze. “Cocaine? No. I’ve already got the energy of a damn rocket, I’ll be lifting off myself if I snort that shit.” Kit snickers before taking another puff, unsure if he should offer any of it to the other -- but he does so anyway. His thumb flicks at the butt of the cigarette, tipping it toward the stranger in an unspoken pitch.

“What about you? Were you about to join that girl in a snorting bet? Hn.”

#[ rep; ]#gwyynbleidd #[ howld. rly. RLY. ]#[ im dead lmao ]

misterharington

chopnskrew asked:

I think you are... hot. (:

origin — @chopnskrew [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

HIS SNICKERS COULD NOT BE RESTRAINED. As unexpected as the words may have been, the wolf found himself amused and – terribly flustered, to say the least.

“Well — aren’t you forward, miss. I can’t say I’m not flattered.. so I won’t, hn.”

#chopnskrew #ask;#p;lay #[ haven't seen you around in some time hehe ]#[ also i'm sorry how late this is. it was still nice to come back to ]

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@multiplythatbyinfinity - ~~THE THINGS~~ that HIDE in the DARK

❝ hey, filth, stop running. i am not going to hurt you. ❞

daehyun’s voice is smooth and sweet like honey, SILK that clashes with the cruel smile settled in thin lips. hazel eyes scan the forest, looking for traces of the demon he’s hunting. there are no sounds of crickets and other nocturnal beings. they have run into the night after catching on the presence of energy too ~~impure~~ and dangerous coming from two different sources.

bushes stir ahead and he narrows his eyes. smugness tinges the vicious grin on his features. it takes five seconds before he’s standing next to the demon. the meatsuit carries an expression of FEAR, curled as he is. brown eyes turn black as he gets up from where he is hiding. daehyun doesn’t blink as the demon summons a pointy stick and tries to stab him from the back. instead, he snorts, stepping to the side and grabbing the twig with his left hand.

❝ you thought we are still in HELL? ❞ daehyun throws the small branch away, then he steps forward. the demon steps back. ❝ you thought your power was still bigger than mine? ❞

daehyun snaps his fingers and the demon’s left arm explodes. he screams, grabbing onto his shoulder. blood mixes with ichor and the smell is fetid. daehyun scrunches up his nose in DISTASTE. ❝ you said you knew where to find the shadow hunters i’m looking for. i trusted you and guess what i found? ❞ he sighs, feigning disappointment as he shakes his head. ❝ you should have known better than this by now. ❞

❝ SHE said you are not to kill mortals as you please– ❞

daehyun’s eyes flash with GOLD. the next second, the demon’s meatsuit is torn into pieces. chunks of organs, skin, and bones fly around as blood smears the trees and soil. a dark smoke coils into itself from the center of the explosion and rises, but it doesn’t go far before daehyun closes his hand in the air, getting a hold of it. the mass of darkness burns in the sky until its ashes are swept away by the night breeze.

❝ EW. ❞ he pulls a face at the drops of blood that landed on his white shirt. ❝ this biokinesis shit has to get better than this. ❞

he turns around, ready to continue with his PURSUIT when he senses a presence approaching. eyes squint into the dark, but nothing is quite visible to him yet. still, he can feel something else around, something with a nature different from what he has encountered until now. daehyun tilts his head, trying to identify its energy composition, but nothing resounds.

CRIMSON STAINED THE WHITE OF HIS FUR. A fresh kill still gifting the wolf with substantial adrenaline to keep his senses at their peak, so much so, he couldn’t very well ignore the blaze of magic so eloquently being splayed throughout his territory. Something far more vicious than the natural pursuit of his meal was transpiring, a darkness he’d known well enough to identify it miles away. Except this wasn’t nearly as far, this was much closer than comfort allowed. A harsh pair of blue eyes began to roam away from their prey, a half eaten carcass he’d definitely be returning to finish but -- this was far more important, a threat that needed to be subdued by force if need be. No animal would dare attempt to steal it anyway, the wolf had made its claim on this area long ago; to plot against the ferocious being of the forest was a death sentence Kit had no qualms stating however many times needed to make it crystal clear. The rotting bones of such challenges left throughout each corner spoke of his stature much better than the words of a curly, black-haired man could.

PAWS AS LARGE AS ANY FACE BEGAN TO ROAM, steam for breaths colluding with the chill of evening air and a stealth perfected many moons ago, now found the shrubbery to minimize his presence as the sounds and scents of death continued to thrive. His eyes captured the night with a clearness instilled in the wolf’s vision, the movement ahead bringing him just a tad bit closer as he leaps from behind one trunk to another, ears sharp as ever taking in snippets of a conversation -- or one sided more like -- with quite the lacking importance towards whatever this individual chased after. Nevertheless, however the wolf may not have known the nature of this escapade in his woods, any bits of information to prepare him in facing this faceless threat would do. What he’d captured so far, was this person very well harbored much distaste towards their own prey, for it seemed this couldn’t be anything friendly.

AN EMPTINESS COLLUDED WITH THIS ENERGY, something void and not of this world and as unfortunate as it may be, Kit knew such feelings too well. It wasn’t too long that the other had begun to sense the alpha, nothing too surprising considering how vibrant this other-worldly essence roamed the trees and commandeered its surroundings, much like the beast kept hidden in a darkness that’d become his home and place of shelter. From the depth of the forest he began to step forth, a towering wolf nearly as tall as the male that now stood alone in his undoing of whatever they’d been after. He would show himself for what harm could it do? Well, on his end, plenty. But curiosity corrupted that faraway gaze that could only capture Kit’s massive profile in the shadows; if it’s a fight this would come to, the alpha would be prepared to add that corpse to the rest of the claims littering this area endowed with his name.

#[ rep; ]#multiplythatbyinfinity #[ apologies on how long this took. ]#[ i needed some time away in this mayhem of a time haha ]#[ hope the reply is alright lovely. ]

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The smile he can hear, feel, against his neck makes him pout even more. “Come on, you’re not even taking this seriously! Must I remind mister wolf here that when you see me dancing a bit too close to someone, you get all pouty as well. I bet you won’t like it very much if I be all smug and nonchalant about that.” He groans as Kit burrows his face into Jongin’s neck, a small shudder running down his spine and he has to work hard not to squirm from the ticklish feeling.

He looked at Kit, his lips still in that same grumpy pout before he turned himself to face his boyfriend and pressed those same pouty lips against Kit’s soft pair. “I do. It’s Jiyeon. And she also scribbled her number for you and left it on the table when you went shooting. I did the only logical thing and tossed that piece of trash away after using it as a napkin because… trash will be trash.” He said, matter-of-factly. “I was sure you wouldn’t mind.” He pushed Kit lightly down and leaned to rest his chin on Kit’s chest, looking up at him. A small sigh left his lips before he spoke. “I know I have nothing to be jealous about when it comes to your intentions… but I am the living proof of the fact that sometimes it doesn’t matter if the other side isn’t interested and if you are interested enough, you will do all you can to have it. Promise me, if she tries again… at least tell her you have a girlfriend in England or something?”

THERE’S A SLIGHT GAPING TO HIS MOUTH, called out in the most nonsensical way of the word and Kit was not about to feed into it. “Pouty? I do not get pouty. If anything I get murderous — not sure if that’s any better but..” He shrugs despite an obvious grin appearing on his features, “I am not being smug and nonchalant, Jongie. I just.. think it’s adorable that you believe I would even recall such a useless moment. My love.. come now.” He murmurs among quiet kisses placed alongside an ear the wolf was quite keen on teething on for extra effect, but he’d leave such thoughts for a more appropriate time. As a hefty sigh pours between full lips, the wolf rests in a small smile that transcends while listening on to the boatful of information his lover had managed to pick up without Kit having noticed any of it.

“Jiyeon, is it? Now I know exactly who to address when I see them next, maybe jot down the number for emergency and hand it over, after all, she’ll be needing aid for that third degree burn you left her with.”

SNICKERS CONTINUED TO POUR ONCE HE’S ON HIS BACK, letting the other overrun the expanse of his chest as Jongin got comfortable. Kit remains with mild amusement etched on his face but the smile is thoughtful more than anything, he could understand the other’s concern but just as he’d always been capable of assuring his loyalty within.. his own ways, words could also have the same effect, and definitely most times, better ways.

“Better yet, I will simply tell her I’m not interested whatsoever. Telling her I’m with someone might just give her hope I might actually feel some ways but my partner is what’s stopping me. Wouldn’t you agree?”

#[ rep; ]#twcmccns #[ moon.eclipsed ]

misterharington

// OOC

I’ve been kind of building my inspiration this past week, spent too much time online than usual this month with the lockdown in the UK but I’m definitely getting those juices back, having taken some small time off has helped.

There’s some great threads I have going on and I’m loving it, sorry for those who’ve been waiting, just wanna give you all my best!

Hope everyone is staying healthy and safe out there. Most replies and asks will be done tomorrow, have a good night/day lovely’s.

#[ muntain; ]

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kitsn0w

Kit Harington | GQ Australia (2019)

#[ wor;ks ]

misterharington

kkotseo asked:

"I think you are an incorrigible rascal... who I have fun spending time with."

origin — @kkotseo [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

“Well, miss, you enjoy spoiling me with your sweet words.” He chuckles lightly, clearly amused at her choice of phrasing, “But I appreciate how candid you are, hn. I’m glad you do, sweetheart. I can most definitely say the same things about you.”

#kkotseo #ask;#p;lay #[ verse ; secondary ]

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Most thought she was insane coming out so early in the morning, in the cold just to have some time for herself. But there was something calming about the quietness, about the fog that overtook the Han river, claiming all the surrounds. Eyes falling to the water as it gently went along, reminding her of her home back in France. How many mornings had she spent at the lake by the castle? Her figure entangled by the fog, the pebbles she skipped being eaten by that same fog. It was a memory that always drew a smile to her face, and perhaps the reason as to why she often found herself coming to the river.

A sudden gush of wind made her shiver ever so slightly, her hair almost dancing with the wind. Letting her eyes fall closed as she relished every moment of it. Oh, she would do anything to back in France, back with her love, back in the madness of the French court. Her thoughts being whisked away by the voice of another, opening her eyes and turning to them with the gentlest of smiles. “Hm.” She paused for a moment, looking at the figure before giving a nod. “I – that would be fine, yes, dear.”

SO MUCH OF HIM HOPED SHE’D AGREE. Kit was so taken with the sight, the view, the atmosphere — it was perfect and she.. she added something more, not only was her beauty astounding but there was a depth in her eyes, a loss he knew so well. He hoped to capture its permanence as well as his mere gaze could, perhaps a lens could be very direct and yet, Kit had faith where usually there’d been none. The word talent may have been thrown around whenever he’d present his work to potential clients but still, when an opportunity arose in this fashion with someone that’d struck him like this, he felt far more hopeful in his work -- and she hadn’t even said yes yet.

KIT SMILES RATHER SHEEPISHLY. Grasping the severity of his thoughts once she finally gives him a response, “Thank you, miss.. you can keep looking over the water as you were before, if you like.” He sets the camera properly, waiting for her to return to a comfortable stance before placing himself at a slight distance. Kit briefly hesitates lifting the device considering how, once again, the male was too taken with the sight before him, a mild hitch he forces to the side and continues with the request he’d made prior. After a few selective shots, Kit returns to her side, a gentle smile clear upon foreign features, “Once again, thank you. I really appreciate the time.” He may not have wanted to end this interaction so soon but he wouldn’t push where it might’ve not been welcome, they had only just met and she seemed to be very deep into whatever thoughts ailed her mind. Kit starts to walk away, looking to head elsewhere in the park for more inspiration that might attach in the same fashion as she had with him.

#[ rep; ]#[ second ; verse ]#ofdeus

misterharington

twcmccns asked:

"I think you are... in need of more toys in your house for when I get bored. With love, Kai."

origin — @twcmccns [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

“Considering I own none — that seems like something you’d need to get on your own. I’m not spending a single cent on your expensive and insatiable ass.”

#twcmccns #ask;#p;lay #[ moon.eclipsed ]#cracking my knuckles.#real fucking hard.

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iinsomniis‌:

HE wished he could have some peace of mind on his own than to talk with people he barely knew. The sound of what seemed to be electronic music blared through the speakers, which was followed with the loud (and slightly obnoxious) crowd to gather and drink only made matters worse for Kris as he moved his way through them. But had it not been for the information he was given - rumours of an ancient relic that was supposedly taken by a group of people present in this event - and his task to give it back to its caretakers, Kris would not have been present in the event.

HOURS had gone by quick since his arrival, and all the archer wanted was some breathing room, away from the crowd while trying to keep an eye out for said relic he was searching for. It was not long after he managed to get the space he wanted – a balcony that was not too far from the actual event itself. He took a deep breath in and exhaled, white breath escaped from his lips as he tucked his hands inside the pockets of his pants and made his way towards the end. At long last, after he had to endure the loudness in the event, Kris finally got the peace he wanted – and hopefully, he was able to gather his thoughts on his task.

HOWEVER, the silence only lasted for a short while when he felt the presence of someone with him. Wariness was present underneath the stoic features he had on his face, taking in the words that were said by the stranger before silver eyes glanced at his side. He has a camera, he thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes slightly so the other would not notice. With careful observation and a few deductions he made in his head, Kris turned his attention to the male.

“…the camera you have,” He nodded his head at the device. If Kris wanted to know whether the rumours were true, the other might have the answer to it. “What kind of photos did you take?”

FOR A MOMENT HE WAS TERRIFIED. How could he have overstepped so easily? Who was he to assume these dangers are what brought this person out here, especially when they never said anything in return? Kit could truly hear his friends now, reprimanding him left and right for worries most likely made of his own accord, unnecessary. Just when the booming bass grew tenfold at the drawback of a curtain dividing the balcony from a dark and smoky dance floor, he hears words far more unexpected than any response the male could’ve planned. He lets go of coarse fabric, its thickness drowning quite a bit of the ruckus inside as he turns, hesitantly enough that it takes him a moment to think over the possibilities of this question he’d been so very briefly unequipped for. Kit glances at his camera, the metallic symbol of ‘Canon’ reflecting back at him in this moonlit night, not to mention the peeking ‘STAFF’ pass tucked under the cover of his jacket, “All kinds.” He begins, stepping further out into the balcony while tucking chilled digits into warm pockets, “People, the acts, the venue — everything really. I’m here on a job, photographer for the event.”

HE WAS ITCHING FOR ANOTHER CIGARETTE. It’d be his third one since having gone out there near an hour ago, a break from mayhem much needed as this wasn’t his scene whatsoever, but work was work. No matter the headaches, and presumed worries, it might’ve cooked up for the foreigner. Kit admires the moon for a good while, unsure of where this conversation was heading exactly but he’d bite. Anything to get away from the true responsibilities that still awaited him inside, “Why do you ask?” His head cranes a bit, continuing the small pace from the middle of quite the spacious balcony to a stony edge he leans into sideways, elbow easing against the cold surface while remaining at an ample distance. After all, he was still thinking of that cigarette, and the still wind tonight wouldn’t give him enough belief that it wouldn’t head straight for the strangers face.

#[ rep; ]#[ verse ; secondary ]#iinsomniis #[ talking about lateness -- haha you're all good lovely ]

misterharington

zephyrvm asked:

i think you are : absolutely splendid and such a beautiful , kind soul.

origin — @zephyrvm [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

AS SHEEPISH AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN, Kit wasn’t capable of trifling with the immense bout of joy felt upon hearing such tender — sweet words that did so much; someone like her said so, meant every bit.. and after the closure developed so easily between the pair, who was the wolf to deny what honesty had been chosen to be stated?

“I do feel as such.. if it’s coming from you, love. Thank you.”

#zephyrvm #ask;#p;lay

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holynets-archive asked:

I think you are....Incredibly handsome, amazing, and a joy.

origin — @ofdeus [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

PERHAPS HE WAS A LITTLE SHY. Perhaps, he was greatly shy. Uncommon as those words may have been, Kit knew there was a response expectant of him no matter the severity of b sealed into the foreigner’s maintained reservation. If he were to be thoroughly honest – further crimson would take up his already reddened demise considering just who was complimenting the male in such a way.

“I’m.. beyond flattered, miss. If such a woman believes and states these things – then they must be true, hn.”

#ofdeus #[ verse ; secondary ]#ask;#p;lay

misterharington

[ continued — @obciidian ]

inquisitiveness flows deep in the veins of the royal. cherub like features and splendor contoured by the engrossment in his countenance. curiosity killed the cat ; so it seems as he’s stepped into forbidden, uncharted territory… wandering in a daze, curious of the world surrounding him as ruminations are interminable and now he is caught in a mishap and there is not an ounce of certainty nor bravery in the way he would ultimately malinger of this menace.

the peril is indeed lingering in the air – he can almost smell it, perhaps… it is simply the scent of his own dread, as the heart proceeds to palpitate in a haste and each beat becomes faster than the one before it. trepidation seeps deep into the young prince as the sight in front of him at last makes an essence of sense. he is scared, the trepidation causes him to ponder whether his appearance is vehemently royal-like and what if he is therefore kidnapped for the highest bidding or… worse ? the king would have his head for wandering around so mindlessly and exploring parts of land he should never come near – particularly, without any guards.

there are clear endeavors in concealing the luridness yet, they succumb to the sentiment and he is evidently petrified. quietude engulfs the tense atmosphere for a moment which feels alike an eternity, before he prince at last decides to comment, as apprehension is laced in the habitually euphonious vox. ❛ you are not going to hurt me… are you ? ❜

DISTURBANCE RANG NEARBY. Hearing as acute as the sharp lift of white furred ears flinching every now and then, pinpointing that very uneasiness -- awareness. Someone treaded upon his territory, a person, indeed as no animal would dare surpass the stretch of land reeking with the wolf’s claiming scent. Kit turned away from the half devoured carcass, pieces of ravaged deer meat still lingering about sharpened canines stained with the wolf’s claim while nerves gobbled up the rest of his sane senses. He hides behind the most massive tree in the forest, big enough to conceal the wolfs unorthodox size and chosen shelter; not only was this forest too small but it’d been the closest one, requiring the foreigner’s clear intent of travel for hour’s on end. At least this way he had a place to call his own, even without naming the model’s rather popular designation.

HIS FORM RETURNED TO THAT OF A MAN. Still hidden within the mind’s easily corrupted belief of monsters lurking in the night, shadow cleared by a wolf’s form behind moonlit shrubbery unable to come up with the common tongue, yet once he’s kept behind the thickened trunk, protruding with short curls and a body only necessary of two legs, Kit didn’t need to hide his voice any longer. Fear urged to maintain those wary ways without the need of showing his truest of forms but the other remained near, too close for comfort and still -- there’d been no way around this. The wolf pondered your stated fear and momentarily.. believed in his own spoken demise. He stayed hidden behind the large enough trunk that kept his human body secluded, choosing to speak in a rugged tongue when only the spirit of his voice could be traced back to Kit’s true nature.

“No.. I won’t hurt you — not unless you leave this place. Leave this place and never.. look back.”

#[ rep; ]#obciidian #[ had to change it up a little bit since kit can't speak any language in wolf form ]#[ besides that though it's all good. ]#[ hope for you in return lovely. ]

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fireandsteelofangels

the beating of our hearts provides the tune as the two of us waltz around the constellations a melody guided by the atoms inside us and this chorus, ancient and divine, is the sound the universe makes at our touch we’ve been made eternal because the world can’t tell who begins where and the fates’s don’t know how to make this symphony end

Unfinished Stories #23 by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

#[ moon.eclipsed ]

misterharington

thecosmicsen asked:

I think you are... very "posh"! (But also a great teacher...)

origin — @thecosmicsen [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

“There’s only so much unscathed skin left for you to continue your wounding! Though, I must say, with the process I made while you were completely blasted really makes me believe I have a future in the school system —”

#thecosmicsen #ask;#p;lay #[ i'm dying @ them omg ]