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about to second-hand play an entire game of bg3 thanks to @endfght

#she's sharing her screen while we're in a call this is so scuffed #so far we only made letha and her guardian (roman!!!!!) #delete .

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Dev Patel as Gawain in The Green Knight (2021) dir. David Lowery

#﹠﹔ sebaston vaith ‚ 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 .

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there hadn't been an occasion in their community's recent history that required the use of this room in particular, but this woman showing up on their very well-hidden doorstep was enough to raise alarms to utilize it once again. outlook's scouting parties had had a handful of run-ins with raiders in the past, and though the last few months had been smooth sailing, they couldn't start taking risks now. ❝  not quite,  ❞ his position hadn't shifted since they'd taken their seats phil with his back pressed into stained wood, foot on the ground subtly rocking the chair back and forth on uneven legs. the silence was not an intimidation tactic ; none of what was happening was meant to threaten her, but to simply protect the people that looked to him for protection. and for now that meant finding out who she was, how she found outlook, and what she wanted. her otherwise calm attitude serves to both settle his nerves and set them on edge. ❝  maybe we can start with your name. seems fair, since you know mine.  ❞

❝ no, this is cute⸻ ❞ forearms press into the table between them, lips pursing to keep a small albeit growing smile at bay. gaze lingers on @hrtached across from her for only a beat after the end of her sentence before it's wandering around the room; an almost cozy kind of small, she supposed she was meant to feel claustrophobic, but it brought her a strange comfort. ❝ so . . . this interview ⸺ are you looking to hear that i'm adaptable and work well with others ? ❞ sarcasm as a defense, she'd much rather put on an act than show these people her true self, at least for now. body shifts again, back pressing against her seat as arms cross over her chest. she lets out a sigh with a shrug of her shoulders, head tilted as she surveyed phil. ❝ i'm afraid i left my resume at home. ❞

#﹠﹔ phillip brewster ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #endfght #i have one icon for phil asdfghjkl;

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while the thought of an eventual arranged marriage had drifted its way through lucy's head on more than one occasion, she had, perhaps, imagined it a much more horrible endeavor than it had proven to be this far. in the grand scheme of it all, she supposed there were worse people to be tied to for life a bolton, maybe. but the duncan cerwyn that she remembered from her youth was kind when he was not being crude, and gentle in a way that most other boys she knew at that age were not. those sweet memories that she clung to now, as she imagined pockets of their future together : filled with hopeful happiness when compared to the all-too-common dull and lifeless that many came to know in matrimony. and as she walks through this garden of the place that she will soon call home, she thinks she ought to acquaint herself with all of it's nooks and crannies.

❝  please,  ❞ a hand raises with her palm towards his chest, a not-so-silent interruption to his warm greeting. she offers him a stern face, one quickly spoiled by the upturning of the corners of her mouth and the glimmer in her eye. it was far too easy for lucy to find herself stumbling over his smile, melting to a puddle at his feet at the sound of her name in his mouth. her fingertips brush against the lapel of his jacket as they falls back to her side. ❝  you have been insistent that i call you duncan ; must i remind you to save your titles for me, as well ? to call me lucy.  ❞ what was meant to sound chastising comes out with breathless laughter, head shaking back and forth as she tightens her grip on the shawl around her arms. without thinking, she takes a step closer to him as he speaks words that cause her heart to flutter. ❝  i would enjoy your company, of course. though i don't believe i'm wearing the appropriate attire to go trekking too far off that path.  ❞ teeth take hold of the inside of her cheek, chewing nervously before she continues, ❝  i've doubts that i'm the first lady that you've taken to these spots.  ❞

as his father's health continued to decline, the frivolities of youth that duncan had grown so accustomed to had to suddenly come to an end. the time had finally come where he would take up mantle as lord of house cerwyn, and the handful of arrangements made in preparation to such had begun to fall into place. marriage had been discussed between their houses at length years prior ⸺ house cerwyn had been loyal to house stark for as long as history could say, and though lord rickon stark had no trueborn daughters, his younger brother offered his eldest. cregan's cousin lucy, as he had known her in their youths, was a quiet girl that visited winterfell infrequently but wholly captivated duncan's attention whenever she'd graced his presence.

their first real meeting as a betrothed pair had gone off without a hitch: she had an easy, infectious smile and a quick wit to match his own. interactions in the past had been few and brief; her attendance at stark feasts was rare, trip made with her mother and sisters saved for special occasions ― the last he could recall was one of cregan's nameday celebrations, and even that had been a handful of years ago. ❝ lady lucinda⸻ ❞ call booms louder than he'd meant, steps like skips taken to cross the short courtyard to where she stood. smile grows at the sight of her, and as he comes to a standstill before her his hands fold together behind his back. ❝ i'd hoped you would join me for a walk ⸻ though it would seem i may be the one accompanying you . . . if you'd have me. the grounds are easy enough to navigate on your own, but there are a number of spots that are a bit more off the beaten path. ❞

@hrtached sent 💐 for a starter with our muses in an arranged marriage.

#﹠﹔ lucy grimes ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #﹠﹔ lucy grimes ‚ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 -- house of the dragon . #sevynhells #she's so sweet in this verse i love it

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i know it's late so i'll reblog this when more people are online, but comment a muse and i'll write you a short starter !

#﹠﹔ ooc ‚ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 -- specify . #feel free to request more than one muse too! #going to run to the store #but when i get back i'll post the drafts i've been working on (and finally made icons for) #and then get to these!

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Gemma Arterton as Gretel Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters

#﹠﹔ rhea royce ‚ 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 .

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― Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy Of Verse

#﹠﹔ letha godfrey ‚ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 . #letha and nighttime metaphors. yeah.

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Aud | 5x09.

#﹠﹔ london corvin ‚ 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 .

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cleric of sune letha godfrey you will always be famous.

#i don't have baldur's gate 3 but i have played a campaign of d&d with a cleric named daesah banniarnith #and only one person in the whole party knew that she was based off of letha #i just love that i can put her into any universe and in my head it can make sense #i'll have to add the information to her carrd #i think Selûne is the closest deity in bg3 that you can be a cleric of #but they're so closely related already that i think i may just keep her as a cleric of Sune #letha godfrey i'm always thinking about you #i've been trying to get back into the swing of being here regularly by working on drafts #don't know if it's working but i'm trying #delete .

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You look hungry.

#﹠﹔ beth greene ‚ 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 .

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— her relationship with surprises was love-hate, and entirely dependent on which side of the surprise she was on. her love language was, without a doubt, gift-giving, and in her mind that term blanketed the whole of taking care of another person, surprises included. but to be on the receiving end ? to be taken care of ? it was all together foreign and not to the blonde greene. her relationship with zach had opened up a whole new world that she was still getting used to, and this was yet another avenue that she would learn to navigate with him. ❝ trust me, i have faith in you plenty, that doesn't mean that my feet aren't gettin' sore.  ❞   the laughter that follows her words is involuntary, quieted by fingers pressing against curved lips,  ❝  you know i don't like lyin', but i guess i'll try my best just for you.  ❞   she sneaks a coy glance over at him, her shoulder brushing against his playfully as a single brow quirks towards her hairline. if beth were being honest with herself, she didn't completely mind the trip they'd made, even if the destination wasn't everything that she had begun to imagine in her head. an extravagant picnic, a quaint white picket fence home to call their own with such little information given her imagination is free to run rampant, and it does just exactly that. ❝ you gotta give me a heads up when we're almost there, though, that way i can prepare myself for the performance of a lifetime. ❞

their fingers laced together : zach felt it a necessity given how flighty her initial response to his request had been. he'd said it was a surprise, but still, she had question after question that completely ignored the very definition of a surprise. but he answered each and every one with a smile and laughter, some deflected excuse given and immediately waved off. ❝ just have a little faith in me, would'ya? ❞ hard to sound confident when he'd only a short while ago realized that they'd been walking the wrong way for fifteen minutes. a fact that had been easy enough to diguise as an opportunity to see the sights ― those being overgrown homes, nature's reclamation of suburbia that was unplanned but still strangely, sadly beautiful. a few landmarks of note recognized and they're back on track. in the back of his mind he fears that he's been building this up far too much, and that it's all going to be for nothing. that she's going to hate it or maybe worse than that ⸺ show complete indifference. it's nothing extravagant : a small shed he'd found a while back, fixed up to be a safe and comfortable spot that they could just escape to. really, he'd just kicked in the door to make sure that it'd stay closed once they were inside. ❝ you don't gotta close your eyes, but i wanna see the look on your face when you see it for the first time ⸻ so even if it sucks . . . ham it up, okay? ❞

#﹠﹔ beth greene ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #endfght

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﹠﹔  @innocentsbled​    kinsey oliver and letha godfrey.

— in all of her delusions, letha had convinced herself that when kinsey suggested they take a girls trip and brought up the idea of camping, her mind painted a much more glamorous, cabin resort-filled picture. what she had not expected was to be roughing it through the snowy woods, persuaded to keep forward momentum with promises of a beautiful view that would make all of their work worth it. the day started out fine, with the sun shining and enough caffeine and adrenaline coursing through her veins to push her through the worst of it. but as the sun began to get lower in the sky, letha became all too aware of the situation she'd found herself in. she'd never even really been camping before, not like this, and so her mixture of inexperience and the overall feel of impending doom lurking in the pit of her stomach had her regretting agreeing to this trip in the first place.

— by the time kinsey suggests they stop for the day, letha's feet ache and sweat beads down the side of her head despite the cold air nipping at her cheeks, and suddenly the realization sets in that they still had so much more work left to do before they could relax, if that were even possible at this point. from the cracking of branches even after they'd stopped moving to the uneasy feeling that she couldn't quite shake it all felt so startlingly overwhelming that her only thoughts were how badly she wished she were home.  ❝  here's good as any other place i guess, right ?  ❞   it didn't take a rocket scientist to take note of the unspoken tension hanging in the air. and remain so it will, because letha is a firm believer in manifestation, and the thought that something bad might happen to them was the last thing that she needed in her mind. when she continues, she does her best to not already sound so defeated, ❝ where do we even start ? ❞

#﹠﹔ letha godfrey ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #﹠﹔ letha godfrey ‚ 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 . #innocentsbled #is this bad??? this feels bad #i need to get back my letha voice asap #she is not built for this kinsey please help her

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letha  godfrey  appreciation    28 / ??

#﹠﹔ letha godfrey ‚ 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 . #my baby my baby...

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— an inevitable betrothal looms over a ladies' head similarly to the glimmer of the executioner's blade, an inescapable fate thrust upon anyone unfortunate enough to be born a woman: role turned from your father's daughter to your husband's wife. a lack of identity, the removal of personal ownership over your body and mind. or so the powerful men of the realm had decreed. away from her home, her family, for eleven long years. grown to a woman, little more than a stranger to her own mother and father, their correspondences limited to letter via raven once every few months: brief updates on their lives, nothing of substance. rosalie felt detached from her house completely, a hale in name and likeness and seemingly nothing more. her betrothal to loreon was a promise for a future for herself. a give-and-take sort of deal: to give up her old self in return for someone entirely new.

— nervous anticipation had her freeing the fresh-made steel from it's silk wrapping, an absent-minded reassurance to herself that it was still there, in one pristine piece. it's sharpness underestimated, with the handle in one hand the other's palm caresses the blade gently but a gentle touch was all that was needed. rosalie watches the spread of crimson across her palm pool and drip to the floor before what had happened truly sinks in to her mind. a sharp inhale follows a soft gasp, and the gift is returned to it's spot haphazardly as she steps towards her bed. silk sheet is gathered and pressed against the wound in a feeble attempt to slow the bleeding; little attention paid to the visitor at her door as entrance is permitted over her shoulder softly.

— when realization finally strikes that it is loreon that stands in her doorway, her brain short circuits. his arrival come hours too soon, the full plan in her head had only just begun to fall into motion. ❝ it's nothing don't look !  ❞   slice across her palm all but forgotten as she nearly leaps over him, uninjured hand working quickly to cover the exposed blade. her voice is breathless when she speaks, desperation clinging to every word,  ❝  tell me you didn't see anything.  ❞   quick mind works to welcome the distraction: face turns frantic, fingers wrapping around her wrist, offering her wounded hand to him willingly. ❝ it was an accident, now my dress is ruined, ❞ frown downturns her mouth, lower lip extended in a pout. her hand drops into his palm, conceding to his worry with a defeated sigh. ❝ will you help me clean it ? ❞ then, a 180: frustration disguised as faux-anger pushes free fingers against his shoulder, a playful tap meant to convey her displeasure in the sudden change of plans. ❝ i thought you were meant to be in the training yard all afternoon ! ❞

  ♕  𝑳.𝑳. ―      raised in the midst of a civil war, barely four when his father was slain in battle ; casterly rock was all that he had known, and soon enough, he would live there as lord of house lannister. so many years passed since westeros was shaken with grief and dragged into a family's dispute, those many years spent rebuilding castles and lands that had been decimated in the crossfire. his lady mother had rebuilt casterly rock after his father's death, and it would be up to loreon to continue it's prosperity when it was his time to lead.

a sheltered life lived studying both history and the blade with only his elder sisters as company ⸺ until his seventh nameday, when young lady rosalie hale was brought to the house to foster, where she would one day marry loreon and become lady rosalie lannister. as the years passed, the future of their lives together lingered in the back of his mind, but still their love blossomed naturally. she called upon him, and he came running. such as now, as he enters her chambers after a knock ― and comes to a standstill at the sight of blood 'pon the stone ground. an insignificant amount, but enough to arise alarm within him ; though rosalie is quick to quell his worry ⸻

@hrtached turns away from him, arm cradled close to her chest, "it’s not as bad as it looks, i swear."

❝  what've you done ?  ❞ words seep with concern, brows knit together as he takes a step, two, across the room towards her. there is a softness in his gaze as an arm extends and fingers press against her bicep, urging her to turn ever so slightly. on the table before her he can see the glint of steel beneath a crimson-stained cloth, and his curiosity only grows. ❝  there's blood on the ground, i'm sure it's just as bad as i imagine it is. let me see, rosalie, please.  ❞

#﹠﹔ rosalie hale ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #sevynhells #they mean everything to me #(this is all over the place because i have so many thoughts about her but i don't know how to #write them down cohesively or coherently) #this got SO LONG by accident i'm so sorry #﹠﹔ ooc ‚ 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘶𝘦 .

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i know it's late so i'll reblog this when more people are online, but comment a muse and i'll write you a short starter !

#﹠﹔ ooc ‚ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 -- specify . #feel free to request more than one muse too!

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# 𝐡𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 . private & selective multimuse . written by k . 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

( . . . ) containing muses from : final destination , saw , fear street , the walking dead , game of thrones , house of the dragon , stranger things , and many more . content on this blog is intended for those that are 21+.

#﹠﹔ ooc ‚ 𝘴 / 𝘱 .

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— within the sight of her daughter rhea sees flashes of her own past: of a girl muddied in the training yard, tossed to the ground over and over again until she'd learned how to properly guard herself. countless nights she'd roll into bed, bloodied and bruised, exhausted beyond belief yet unable to sleep in anticipation for the next day's lessons. and she remembers her own arrogance, of course. her broad shoulders held back and her chin turned up high she had the skill to reinforce her bolstering, and maeyra had proved to be on the same track. still, it seemed only rhea's place to knock her down a peg. ❝ perhaps your next lessons should be in humility, daughter.  ❞   brow quirks as arms cross over her chest, body shifting to lean against the crumbling stone wall close by.  ❝  he is your elder, and he knows more now than you will know in your entire life. show him some respect,  ❞   hollow tone comes naturally, demanding in nature. with it comes a straight back and a shift in position, movement from her spot on the wall back to their horses in front of mae. ❝ we'll skip our lessons tomorrow. i'll allow you time to focus on your studies, ❞ finally she takes the empty flagon back from maeyra, stuffing it into her saddle's pouch before she turns her full attention back to her daughter. decidedly done for the day, rhea hoists herself up onto her horse. ❝ shall we take the scenic route home ? ❞

      🗡  𝑴.𝑻. ―      her mother's gratification sought out in each & every little thing that maeyra does : she trains twice as hard, pushes herself almost equally in her studies 「 . . . 」 anything and everything that can be done to earn her mother's attention . laughter pours from open mouth, breaking the quickened in - and - out of her breathing . sword is light in her hand, an extension of her arm ⸺ maeyra twirls it over in her palm once, twice before sheathing the steel at her side .   ❝   soon enough ? am i not already ?   ❞   pride lifts her chin high, curls her lips into an equally as boastful smile . water is taken gratefully, and selfishly drained minutes later .   ❝   i still have so much to learn from you, mother .   ❞   mother's next words bring maeyra to a standstill, smile faltering as brows knit together . eyes roll, a soft scoff coming from her throat disguised as a slight cough .   ❝   maester amaery wouldn't know his head from his own ass if it wasn't attached to his shoulders .   ❞   quiet, maeyra's line of sight drops from her mother's face to the ground between them, shame burning the tips of her ears red hot .   ❝   i know the lords and ladies of all of the great houses, i know the king and his heir 「 . . . 」 what more is there for me to read in boring books ?   ❞

#﹠﹔ rhea royce ‚ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . #sevynhells #i feel like you got the thought across with what was said