#( lucca tyrell )

[seffora-merryweather]

fmk: lucca, mathis, cas

“Oh, we're doing this?” the Lady of Longtable stated with a playful eye roll. It was such a nosy question, but it was also quite unserious, so Seffora played along. “I would wed Lord Lucca, lay with Lord Mathis, and kill the River King,” she answered, not taking the situation seriously at all. Only one of her responses held any sincerity in them.

( @luccatyrelll, @ofgoldengrove & @casimirtully )

#seffora: answered #( lucca tyrell ) #( mathis rowan ) #( casimir tully )

[adam-stark]

△ the last girl you loved married seemingly without hesitation. do you ever think anyone will love you enough to stay?

△ — 6

The Northern prince didn’t feel angry or sad at the question. He only acknowledged it as something truthful, a fact he’d already accepted. “No,” he admitted matter-of-factly. Grim, solitary men like him didn’t have love in the cards, he feared. Even a love that he swore was the purest, most genuine form of affection ended so easily... when a kinder, sweeter man entered the picture. “And it’s alright,” he shrugged. He was okay with Elyse being happily married now. And he was okay with the fact that he seemed fated to remain a lone wolf.

( @goldcnaura & @luccatyrelll )

#adam: answered #( elyse tully ) #( lucca tyrell )

[luccatyrelll]

where: highgarden

when: during the arrival of the nobles from across the realm for the trial of alaric and wedding of king cedric

lucca tyrell has always been a people person. he stumbles on his words at times and speaks too quickly without thinking it over first, but he still enjoys talking to people. he enjoys getting to know people, engaging with them. he’s always been bright and kind. though, the recent events that fate has thrown his way has dampened that spirit of his. luckily, his light has not fully gone out. at least not yet.

he is happy. truly, he is. but the young lord is also nervous about his recent gift of starpike. grateful, to be sure, but nervous all the same. lucca tyrell is a family man and while he is now building a family of his own, it will be hard to leave the halls and keep he has known all his life to a place entirely new to him. a place filled with ghosts, his late wife included. a place where he alone will raise his boys. of course he’ll be expected to take a new wife, but who? he doesn’t know.

he is sitting in the garden, amongst the marigolds he himself had planted in memory of his mother. golden just like her hair, like the very energy she put off. a mental note is made to plant the same ones in his new keep. the lord soon hears footsteps approaching and looks over his shoulder, a small smile pulling at his lips. “did you need a little peace and quiet too?” he chuckles, knowing that the presence of so many important people at once can become overwhelming.

#open starter.

[nasirofmanderlys]

who: @garlandhightower​ where: the kingdom of the reach, prior to the northern court’s departure from the meeting of the realms. the manderly ship heading for the iron bank has not yet been looted, and prince jon remains alive.

of all the things he had expected to find himself doing upon returning to the kingdom of the reach, seeing starpike was not it. and yet, the manderlys had gone to see the former seat of house peake, who had reportedly now diminished into absolutely nothing - the seat now taken by lord lucca of house tyrell. he had heard nothing of the man, despite the fact he was the current heir of the king of the reach. was that a good thing? he knew not. still, looking upon the castle was a strange experience, something that made him feel entirely anticlimactic: for years, he had wondered what their ancestral homeland had looked like. 

“thank you for agreeing to meet with me, lord hightower.” green and black. it mattered not anymore. nasir cared not for the dragons, cared not for sides of green and black. he answered the starks, and the starks answered to the black dragons. many in the north did not truly care for the events of the crownlands themselves.

he had wondered whether he would feel something upon seeing the keep, upon walking the halls. in those years before their ancient exile, back when the gardener kings ruled over the rolling hills of the reach. they had done something to overreach, apparently; and it was enough for house peake to finally conspire for the exile of their greatest enemy and threat.

“the northern court is soon planning to depart. i thought it necessary we meet before the journey begins.”

he felt nothing there. he felt nothing regarding those of house manderly who had once walked through these halls; only realised that what had been prewritten by the gods had ultimately been their blessing. he who ruled the house in the moment of their exile must have thought this would be the end of their house; and if anything, nasir wished to be there if only to let something in the air know house manderly were not finished. they had risen to such ranks, to heights of such dizzying power in the north. they were where they were supposed to be, truly. 

“i tell you plainly, the city of white harbor will continue to answer to the starry sept of oldtown.” 

there had been discussions regarding the state of the faith. whether they too would follow in the shadow of the lion king, who had his points - and who did not have his points, all at once. he had broken the news of his decision to the winter king earlier this morning, and now found himself dining with the ruling lord of oldtown as per his request. a meeting with lord manderly must have been a strange thing to witness, and yet, there was a reason for this discussion. “for as long as it is apparent the voice of oldtown is working to handle the clear issue within the faith.” 

nasir wanted to see the capabilities of who was responsible for the establishment thousands answered to. to see whether the growing issue of the high septon could be handled. the growing pressures of the crusade were not to help in this moment; especially when house manderly could not afford to send any troops. not yet. not with the swirling of the darkest of currents again. “what actions are being taken to try and bring peace back to the faith?”

#c: garland #garland 001 #this was a surprise idea and i decided i was gonna do it whew #BOOM SURPRISE #these two ... hmm interesting #this is so long please reduce. shorten.

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @luccatyrelll​ where: highgarden, in the weeks following the death of helena tyrell

the vines and ivy stretching over white columns marked stark hues of forest green against striking hues of checkered black and white; her journey to the arbor and the return had gone as seamlessly as she could have wished for, and the sounds of her footsteps bounced across marble floors as the woman made her way towards the great gathering hall of highgarden. as much as she had come to know and find a sense of belonging within highgarden, it was never home; and that was where she needed to be to ensure her presence as ruling lady was maintained. 

galleys hoisted with the redwyne sigil had marked her return to court and as her sea green skirts swished against the floor, she heard footsteps approaching behind her.

flickering her gaze over her shoulder, she was met with the youthful features of the little tyrell himself; lucca had been a child hiding behind the skirts of a governess when they had first met, unaware of what his life truly was. only wide brown orbs and tyrell brown curls that fell into them. "well well, am i not lucky to be graced by the groom just as i get back?" she exclaimed from across the hallway, her voice bouncing across high rise windows of stained glass. she had been in the arbor since that fateful wedding, needing to be among her own walls.

it couldn't last though, it never did. duty always called, and the currents always had her finding her way back. she stood and watched him approach; the heir of the reach, the king of the reach should anything befall cedric, and she ignored the slight ache in her chest. "dare i ask how married life has been treating you?" seven hells, even the child was completing a duty she was supposed to be at a rate she should have done so many years ago. 

she needed to take the plunge, get it over and done with, stop overthinking and overcomplicating matters. another would be in her space, aware of her daily routine, in and out...the thought almost made her sigh.

#c: lucca #lucca 001 #have heart my dear we're bound to be afraid ; even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you (lu&lucca) #mama and son coming at you hot

[danceofwhispers]

Why do we all pretend like Lucca Tyrell did not kill his wife? It is clear as day that something was going on between the two of them. And given then house she was from they did not give much to his claim. Now he has his eyes on a new bride with an even bigger dowry and a new title as ruling lady. Lucca is not as innocent, and sweet as he seems to be. Deep down he has his thorns and everyone will be a fool to ignore them. I wont be surprised if the King is next.

"oh my dear reader, you are certainly on to something," the woman known only as lady nightshade replies with a sinister grin. "we all know wives are expendable to the elite, and he had far more to gain with her death than leaving her alive." she stirs the tea in her cup before taking a sip, leaning back in her chair.

"no, none of them are innocent.. and certainly not a tyrell. though, he clearly seems to have fooled them all with those soft brown eyes and 'charming' clumsiness of his," she giggles. "i think you may be on to something. we all know kings are dropping like flies these days.. king cedric, i do think you should watch your back."

@luccatyrelll

#.*. answered by lady nightshade.

[caetargaryen]

word had spread to caerella of some rather.. suspicious activity of one of her subjects. she already has enough trouble with rumors flying about unrest in the stormlands. the last thing she needs is such behavior within her own court, with someone she considers to be a friend. so, she summons the lady to her quarters within the ghoulish walls of the uller estate.

“lady sunglass,” she greets, hands clasped in front of her. the princess then moves to sit at a desk, waving the other woman over and urging her to sit as well. “i have a few questions.. understand that my actions are not accusatory, but i need to be in the know about the activities of those within my court, when it pertains to speaking with our enemies.”

“i heard that you were seen speaking to tyrell guards.. and then slipping into the sept, where lucca tyrell was seen walking into about half an hour later. i know that his mother was a sunglass, but she left our kingdom long ago. my apologies for being so brash, but i need to know the nature of such a conversation.” she doesn’t want to sound paranoid and truly, she doesn’t suspect the lady of treason, she just wants to understand what is going on.

@sunglxss​​

#〖 LYRA. 〗

[celtigxr]

who: @luccatyrelll

where: the Sept of Dorne, during the peace negotiations

She should have hated it, really. Dorne was overwhelming - from the rich scents of foreign wares the merchants sold at the baazar, the insufferable heat, the imposing sand dunes. It seemed like every sensation here was stronger. Lyra loved it. The Crownlands retinue arrived in Dorne due to the negotiations. It was exciting - the thought of all the kingdoms at one place. It was bound to be interesting if nothing else. She was a part of the Crowlands court, but her duties were not as important as those of others. Her one task was to keep the royal family company, and for the rest of it she was free to do as she pleased. So Lyra intended to do exactly that. She spent the day roaming the streets that were filled with people. It was there she noticed a young squire with a familiar sigil.

Tyrell. She immediately thought of Lucca. How long has it been? Since her aunt's death? She craved to see her cousin and to rekindle their friendship, but the situation was less than favorable. With the tensions between their kingdoms high, there was no way to meet out in the open, less alone travel. But here in Dorne with so many people, maybe nobody would notice. Putting on her best smile - the one that got her what she wanted - she persuaded the poor squire to pass a note to Lucca. "Please, let it be our little secret."

The note said to meet her at the Sept. She figured it wouldn't be unusual for her to pray to the Seven, and even if she happened to chance upon her cousin there, nobody should find it suspicious. Lyra even brought a gift for him - her grandmother's ring, with the Sunglass sigil of seven golden stars engraved on it. Even if he were cross with her, he couldn't refuse a wedding gift. She stood in front of a statue of the Crone, waiting for Lucca.

#convo #lucca

[artbymer]

Summer Assignment Guide

Proposal 1: What’s Left Behind

I care about what ghost stories can reveal about the storyteller’s internal experiences within a space.

Precedents:

A Ghost Story, David Lowry, feature film, 2017 

Haunted Houses, Corinne May Botz, photographs and audio recordings, 2010-2012

Hereditary, Ari Aster, feature film, 2018 

Winchester, Jeremy Blake, mixed-media animation, 2005 

Spirit Drawings, Georgiana Houghton 

The House, Emma De Swaef, Paloma Baeza, and Marc James Roels, stop-motion anthology film, 2022 

“Mon Ami Gui Brille Dans La Nuit (My Friend Who Shines in the Night),” Gregoire de Bernouis, Jawed Boudaoud, Simon Cadilhac, and Helene Ledevin, digitally animated short, 2020

“Tsunami,” Sofie Nørgaard Kampmark, digitally animted short, 2015

Critical Question - How can the genre conventions of film and animation be utilized and subverted to metaphorically capture the experience of growing up in and passing on a domestic space? (Material-driven)

Poster:

Proposal 2: From What I Remember

I care about finding ways of documenting family history beyond portraiture.

Precedents:

“A Family Portrait,” Joseph Pierce, animated short, 2009

“My Dead Dad’s Porno Tapes,” Charlie Tyrell, animated short, 2018

“Three Red Sweaters,” Martha Gregory, found footage film, 2016

“Helicopter,” Ari Gold, mixed-media short film, 2001

“A Journey Across Grandmother,” Meghana Bisineer, hand-drawn animated short film, 2021

“One Nice Family Photo,” Tom Senior, animated short, 2008

“Double Exposed,” Julie Buck, found footage short, 2021

Critical Question: How can I combine documentary photographs, animation, and auditory interviews to recapture the memories in my family’s lost home videos? (Material-driven)

Poster:

Proposal 3: I Am Not a Robot

I care about how our methods of constructing and defining personal identity in the digital age can be understood through artificial intelligence.

Precedents:

“Requiem for a Robot,” Christoph Rainer, short film, 2013

"The Nostalgist," Giacomo Cimini, short film, 2016

"Forever," Mitch McGlocklin, animated short, 2020

“Zima Blue,” Gabriele Pennacchioli and Robert Valley, animated short, 2019

“Best Friend,” Nicholas Oliveri, Shen Yi, Juliana De Lucca, and varun Nair, animated short, 2018

“Lovestreams,” Sean Buckelew, animated short, 2016

“Avatar Days,” Gavin Kelly, live action and animated short, 2010

Critical Question: How can animation and found digital materials be combined within the sci-fi genre to visualize the experience of constructing/destructing identity within the digital age? (Material-driven)

[visxionaries]

who: @luccatyrelll​ where: highgarden, following the assassination of helena tyrell and in the days leading up to the public execution of lord alan tarly

a deep orange glow had blessed the white, marbled halls of highgarden, checkered with tiles of black and white passing statue after statue; the tall, glass windows allowed the king of the reach's ocean hues to look over the sprawling gardens of highgarden. though they looked everywhere but at that cursed maze, where what seemed like the last moments of innocence itself had slipped through bloodied, crimson hands. looking upon pearls merely caused the man's heart to ache, familiar smells, a laugh that sounded too much like her. the constant feeling of emptiness always remained, and yet, that wave of painful heartbreak came and went. 

it almost left him breathless, and as he heard footsteps approach him, the man pushed himself from the marble pillar overlooking the winding mander river further down fertile fields of what was essentially gold. attempting to slip on the mask that he needed to put on around his courtiers, at least those that would not be able to see through it like the silver tongued facade it was.  flickering his gaze upwards, he saw the face of the future itself; he was supposed to be so much better than him, to see the world in a way he never could, to think in ways cedric himself could never think.

he wanted to make a world that would ensure if he was to leave lucca behind, he was able to do just that, with no concern for any other factors. 

“i’m sorry - i know i missed dinner.” he admitted, referencing the plans they had made some days earlier for this evening, and yet when the time came cedric had found himself in too low a mood to consider dining with lucca and elyse. he felt a sense of pride in seeing the man lucca was becoming. it gave him a glimmer of hope, that perhaps this could all be for something. “has something happened?” he asked, his mind trailing to the worst ideas; images of someone harmed, someone with crimson flowing from their throats.

#c: lucca #lucca 003 #in case you don't live forever ; i am everything i am because of you (cedric&lucca)

[seffora-merryweather]

♣ + lucca

send ♣ + a character name. i’ll bold everything they feel toward your character:

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you 🙈// I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re (very) good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

( @luccatyrelll )

#seffora: answered #( lucca tyrell )

[adam-stark]

truth serum; how do you feel about elyse being willing to leave you for the sake of marrying the wealthy heir to highgarden?

Adam glanced away for a moment, the question forcing him to think about a matter that he’d been hoping to keep out of his mind. It hurt to invite such thoughts back. “It doesn’t matter how I feel,” the Stark prince stated in a low tone, subtle hints of his hurt present in his voice. His feelings wouldn’t change a path that had been laid for Elyse Tully, and as a result, a diverging path for himself. “The King of the Riverlands has arranged a marriage for his sister and that’s the end of it”. It was just politics. He couldn’t fault Elyse for it. However, as far as he knew, there had been no opposition from her side. Adam hadn’t even gotten a letter from her to let him know about her upcoming union, he learned the news when his siblings told him about it. There wasn’t even a letter so the princess could express her feelings about the betrothal her brother arranged for her and where she stood in regards to it... She’d just accepted it, it seemed. The Stark prince understood she may not have been in a position to refuse Casimir’s arrangement with the Reach, but there had been no communication to even let him know she would be someone else’s wife soon. A broken heart was his burden for now, but with the events of late in the North he’d had enough to concern himself to dwell too much on his own pain. A lone wolf stays a lone wolf, it seemed. “I wish her well. I always have and I always will”. His expression showed a hint of softness before it became a serious mask again. “Lucca Tyrell is a luckier man than he realizes, I can only hope he treats the princess as she deserves and makes a happy wife of her”.

@goldcnaura, @casimirtully & @luccatyrelll

#adam: answered #sad adam hours again #( elyse tully ) #( casimir tully ) #( lucca tyrell )

[rhea-florent]

Location: The North, Barrowton (The Reach’s quarters) Closed starter for @luccatyrelll​

The arrival of Lucca to the North had been unexpected though not unwelcomed in the slightest, for the young Tyrell lord was another person dear to the Mistress of Whispers. A part of her was worried about his arrival, though, wondering what had brought him here so suddenly after he had been one to remain back home while the rest of them travelled here.

Rhea wore a fur-lined cloak and gloves even indoors, the Northern chill still something she hadn’t gotten used to. “Welcome to the deepest of all seven hells,” she greeted him with a slight smirk as his welcome to the damned Northern lands. Her smile grew a little, softened even slightly, and she hugged the lord. “How was your journey?” she asked, reading his expression as she pulled away, a force of habit she applied even to her loved ones.

#lucca: 01

[luccatyrelll]

HOUSE TYRELL is pleased to announce the birth of twins NICCOLO and ARREN TYRELL, trueborn sons of LORD LUCCA TYRELL and LADY JEYNE PEAKE, born in 141 AC in highgarden. the boys provide a light at the end of the tunnel despite the current turmoil in the realm, signaling a prosperous future for their house.

unfortunately, this came at the cost of lady jeyne’s life, for the woman passed shortly after giving birth.​

#〖 HOUSE TYRELL. 〗𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘.

[seffora-merryweather]

truth serum: so how do you feel about the heir? it seems you two are growing close.

"How do I feel?" the lady echoed the question. It felt odd to be asked such a thing, when she was just getting to know the Reach's heir on a slightly more personal level. Seffora couldn't say she felt something, as the question implied. She just acknowledged the simple fact that she enjoyed Lucca's company. That his candid manner of speaking and gentle sincerity were a breath of fresh air. Something she cherished in those around her. "I enjoy Lord Tyrell's company. I've enjoyed talking to him. It feels nice to feel understood by someone who's experienced something somewhat similar to what I have," the Lady of Longtable admitted.

( @luccatyrelll )

#seffora: answered #( lucca tyrell )

[seffora-merryweather]

truth serum: so what about that rumor with the reach's heir, is there any truth to it?

"What rumor would that be, exactly? The Reach is never free of them," the lady stated, for stories of all sorts were ever present at court. She could tell what the question implied about herself and Lucca, but she didn't think she'd done anything to feed such a type of gossip, other than having an honest and pleasant conversation with a good, noble man.

( @luccatyrelll )

#seffora: answered #( lucca tyrell )