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A fall from grace

Chapter 2

A/N: A little Sunday treat💖

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The thing about King's landing was that it was far different than what she'd come to know in the days prior to her arrival and she found the contrast in perception quite astounding.

She was greeted by the Queen and the Hand as soon as she stepped foot in the courtyard shadowed by the prince standing close by.

“What a beauty you've grown up to be, just like your mother” she said admiring her. “And what a pretty dress. One of her designs I presume?”

“Thank you, your grace, it is. Everyone says I'm more like father though” she said prompting a snort in the background unsure of whether it came from her grandfather or her newly introduced royal cousin.

“Let me look at you child” he spoke with a low baritone, suddenly demanding her attention. His face had hardened over the years from what she could remember of it, with wisdom and the trials of being the Hand she supposed, yet he had a welcoming smile in place when she turned to face him.

“Much like Josephine I'd say” he said, appraising her. “Which is good. You shall need it in the days to come”

“Come let us continue in my chambers. You must be tired. Where is your father?” the Queen continued.

“He said he'd arrive on horseback your grace, with Ser Cristian”

“Ser Criston”

“Yes, my apologies” 

“Not to worry” she replied, taking her by the arm. “He's been called worse”

She didn't know when the prince disappeared, seemingly satisfied that she'd been brought safely to the castle which was eerily similar to her own home, with its enormous staircases and figurines of the seven at every corner.

“It hardly feels like I've left home”

“I am happy to hear that” the Queen replied, satisfied as they reached a giant door of oak.

The interior of the Queen's chambers were just as welcoming. She could smell the incense burning in the corner, something akin to jasmine and camphor as she was ushered indoors. Tapestries of the seven adorned the walls with star shaped candle holders at every corner, feeling even more religious than the altars of some of the septs back home, so much so that she had to wonder how the Queen survived each day without being stifled by it all.

“Helaena’s tending to Aegon at present and will be joining us shortly”

Aegon, she recalled, was the Queen's first born son. His name should have given it away in the first place but she had always been poor at history and the Targaryens were only as interesting to her when they were accompanied by the embodiment of their sigils.

“You needn't worry too much about your presentation” the Queen spoke after a pause when they had been served a few confectionaries and tea at the little teak table in the center. “Both the Hand and I shall see to all the arrangements”

“What about father?”

“Everything shall happen with Gwayne's approval, of course” she assured her. “Though it might be a bit difficult to circumvent your grandfather's influence. Nevertheless we shall try our very best to secure you a good match”

“I am very grateful for your hospitality, your grace,” she found herself replying back.

“You are very well spoken” she smiled tersely as she continued drinking before being interrupted by a bang at the door.

“I tried to stop him your grace” the dornish knight apologized with a tense bow as he followed her father in.

“Alicent” her father boomed rushing to hug the Queen. “You look just as young as ever. What is your secret, stealing your vitality from the King perhaps?” he mused.

“Gwayne! You mustn't say such things”

“Why? Who shall tell on me? This one right here is far too jovial to not enjoy my musings and that one” he said pointing to Ser Criston “Seems devoted enough to endure a bit of jesting. Lighten up sister!”

“What did father say?” she heard her sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Just his usual admittance of dissatisfaction. Nothing out of the ordinary” he spoke plopping himself down on the settee nearby. “Eating already? I thought you wanted to remain thin” he questioned looking right at her.

“A little bit would do her no harm, stop jesting” the Queen tutted, making her father raise his hands in mock surrender.

“You may leave us Ser Criston. I'll join you in a while for our prayers” she spoke dismissing the knight.

She saw her father look at her with raised brows before masking his suspicion with an easy smile. “So? Where are the rest of your children”

“Helaena shall be joining us soon and Aegon is indisposed”

“Indisposed?”

“Yes he's been rather sick since morning” she said, avoiding his gaze.

“Is it the kind that I can cure?”

“He needs none of that Gwayne”

“Which tells me exactly how miserably you know how to handle things around here” he said, rising abruptly to his feet. “You ladies have fun, I'm about to go find that nephew of mine” 

“He hasn't changed at all has he?” the Queen spoke as they resumed their stance once again. 

Princess Helaena did not join them for tea in the end, citing ill health as an excuse after which she herself asked to be shown to her quarters. The thought bothered her as she settled in, till she was invited to dine with them all for supper. A stranger in a sea of familiar green, perhaps this is what it meant to be a royal.

-x-

Dinner was a sordid affair. Despite the relatively warm reception they received cordiality outshone the familial warmth she was somehow expecting to find. She arrived promptly at the designated hour to find Prince Aemond already seated at the head of the table with the Queen ordering her own modifications to the spread ahead.  He acknowledged her with a nod without attempting to engage in any more talk than was necessary and she found the Queen to be far too preoccupied to be forthcoming. 

The only memorable thing about the occasion happened to be her introduction to Princess Helaena and Prince Aegon. The former arrived first, in a flurry of hurried steps and golden skirts leaning to kiss her mother on the cheek before seating herself near her.

“Dearest this is Lady Melissa, your cousin” the Queen had to intervene once she realized Helaena wouldn't be the one to make the first move.

“Delighted to meet you princess” she offered instead, turning towards her with a smile.

“You look quite like mother” was all she said before returning to examine the little eccentricity in her palms and was soon followed by a rather shabby entrance. 

Prince Aegon stumbled in moments later with a few curses on his tongue, soon morphing into apologies upon noticing his mother's glare. No introduction was thought needed for him, who looked at her above the rim of his chalice with raised brows before turning to jest with his brother instead. Prince Aemond however, remained as stoic as he was since the night began.

Her father and grandfather were the last to arrive, walking in with as much solemnity she thought the former could muster. 

Dinner began and ended with grace before she was escorted back to her own chambers with a small gift.

“This is for you Melissa” the Hand spoke, taking her to the side to hand her a little pouch. “I thought my granddaughter deserved a little token of appreciation”

“Thank you grandfather” she replied, examining the necklace, a golden star nestled snugly within a silver tower. “I shall cherish it dearly” she said, eliciting a warm smile in turn.

“He never gave me anything,” her father huffed petulantly as they made their way back.

“Perhaps you are not as beautiful” she responded cheekily.

“King's landing has already turned you vain daughter,” he teased back.

“Where did you go all evening?” she asked, opening the door to one of her cupboards as she began preparing for the night.

“A meeting with the small council. Quite useless if you ask me. All they do is sit there and drink the whole day”

She fought the urge to laugh, stifling her smile as she picked out an evening dress for herself before her maid arrived.

“Not that I'm thoroughly complaining but they're all so old and such dreadful company”

“What did they discuss?” she asked circumventing his tirade on the lack of people who knew how to live.

“Ah. You wouldn't like it” he said, shaking his head.

“What is it about?”

“Driftmark”

“Any new developments?” she asked pacing around the room as he stared into the distance.

“I am to leave at once to handle certain misdemeanors which is what they're calling them”

“You?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”

“We're not really representatives of the crown”

“Well I'm supposed to be representing the Hand which by extension amounts to the same”

“But if you are to leave then who'll be responsible for what they plan for me?” she asked incredulously, clutching the fabric tightly in her hands.

“Worry not sweetling. There isn't much to be done here anyway. Have you spotted a decent looking man in the vicinity that you'd want to wed? The keep is crawling with old crones. We shall go over whatever we can find once I'm back”

“And how long will that take?”

“A fortnight?” he said doubtfully.

“What am I to do for a fortnight, father?”

“Well you have Helaena. You could spend time with her and the children. She has twins doesn’t she?”

The last thing she remembered before being dressed for bed was the thrumming of dissatisfaction in her veins. King's landing was really turning out to be what Daeron had said it was.

-x-

Her first night in the capital was almost peaceful till around the hour of the nightingale, when she was woken up abruptly by her new maid. 

“A message for you my lady”

“Who is it from?” she asked groggily only to be met with silence.

Join us for breakfast

             -A

“It's barely dawn,” she whined, rubbing her eyes.

“They prefer to dine early” was all she said as she helped her dress for the day.

The young royals she learnt, prefer to dine early on odd days. Awake at the crack of dawn they would take their morning meal in a secluded balcony over the King’s gardens. She managed to find the site with a bit of help, walking around in circles till she found a maid to help her with the directions she needed and upon arriving she noticed the three of them already seated.

“Ah she's here” Prince Aegon yawned crankily “Let us begin already”

Seated at the head of the table was Prince Aemond flanked on either side by his siblings. Princess Helaena gave her a soft smile in greeting as she sat down opposite them all.

“Apologies for being late. I couldn't find the place.”

“That is alright” she replied. “It takes a while to get used to”

There was no saying grace as they dived into their meal, each eating in silence for a while before Prince Aemond spoke again.

“You must be wondering why we summoned you at such an early hour” he said just as she was finishing. “It is customary that we get to know you ourselves before you're introduced to court” 

“What would you like to know?” she asked, putting her fork down.

“Is everyone in Oldtown so proper?” asked Aegon, frowning at her.

“You cannot ask people why they're proper Aegon” Helaena prompted back in return.

“Why not? Is it because you're religious?” he inquired, resting his elbows inquisitively on the table.

“Not really,” she shrugged.

“If you're from Oldtown then why aren't you religious?”

“You cannot ask people why they aren't religious Aegon, not when you have to be dragged unconscious from the sept”  Helaena said, earning a disgruntled pout in return.

“What is the purpose of your visit, my lady?” Aemond asked, breaking their dispute. 

“I came with my father to find a husband,” she said, thinking it quite apparent already.

“So you wish to be married?” Aegon interrupted.

“You should be, it's a wonder your parents have waited for so long” followed Helaena.

“Is there someone you have in mind? Is there someone who's already been arranged for you to wed” Aegon questioned eagerly.

“Any arrangements made must be informed to all members of the crown” Aemond said, shushing them all as they waited for her response.

“Nothing has been decided yet, they're still looking for a suitable match”

“Very well then” Aemond said flexing his fingers around a butter knife close by “Have you been assigned as one of Helaena's ladies in the meantime?”

“You must know I have no need for them. They're a terrible bore. Not that you might be, it's just how things are” she continued with an indifferent shrug.

“Do not mind her. She rarely has anything in common with anyone” Aegon said petulantly.

“The purpose of today's meal” Aemond continued glaring at his siblings “Is also to let you know how we go about things here. This is not Oldtown as you know and there are rules that we all abide by” he finished earning a scoff from Aegon. “That we all agree with” he continued as all of them looked at each other. 

“I shall try my best to follow,” she said.

“Good now let's get on with it, I've had quite the night and this is turning out to be a bore” Aegon said yawning “Every fifth day we meet at dawn to break our fast here, not before the hour of the nightingale nor after the sun begins to rise. If you're late you're to be shunned for the rest of the moon, no exceptions.”

“Some shall be made in case of infirmity which need to be informed prior to our meeting and shall be duly considered” Aemond added.

“If you have certain concerns of the moon that you are uncomfortable with, you could write to me,” Helaena continued. “I'll have them conveyed”

“Thank you” she responded shyly, glad that there was another who she could somewhat confide in.

“Then there is the matter of our attire” Aemond spoke again “On the third day of every moon, we wear green”

She found herself looking at her own dress then, olive and gold, embroidered with tiny stars around the neckline and sleeves that appeared to shimmer in the sun.

“Failure to do so shall again result in being shunned for the rest of the moon” he continued.

“Which is not a problem for me,” Aegon said happily chugging away at his drink. It was the fourth he'd consumed since she'd arrived and she wondered how many more he could take before becoming sick.

“Of course it isn't,” Helaena laughed. She found Aemond smirking at his sister's words before his eye found hers with seriousness again.

“And the most important of all, you shall not engage in rumor mongering with anyone outside this gathering” Aemond concluded gazing at her with sharpness.

“I'm not of the nature to gossip”

“How sad,” Aegon exclaimed. “Either way you shall share whatever you hear with us over the days to come, in full detail might I add. I love a good tale”

“Three rules?” she asked, looking straight at Aemond.

“For now” he replied unflinchingly. “You may approach us further for clarification if required”

“That will not be necessary,” she said, smiling at him.

“Well then I'm off” Aegon spoke, rising from his seat abruptly.

“You promised you'd visit the children” Helaena said looking at him, disappointed.

“At this ungodly hour?” he exclaimed.

“Mother shall be up for her prayers” 

“Ughh”

“Will any of you be joining her?” she interrupted them.

“Told you she's religious,” Aegon smirked. “She's probably hiding a lot more behind that pretty face,” he continued wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“I shall join you” Aemond said, coming to stand in between his brother and her.

“Don't you have to train little brother?” Aegon asked only to be quietened with a glare.

“Come quick Aegon or I'll tell mother you were out all night again” Helaena huffed, dragging him along with her before he could protest any more. 

She found herself looking at them leave, bickering amongst themselves before she heard a smooth voice interrupt her “Come, the Queen must not be kept waiting.”

-x-

The way to the castle sept was quite close to the gardens and inspite of the short distance Prince Aemond ended up disclosing more than what he had at breakfast. 

“There are a few things that I wish for you to keep between us” he said as he slowed down to match her stride.

“Of course your grace” she replied, much more aware of his stature now that they were alone. She felt that she had to be more on guard around him, more so as compared to the rest, given how poised he was. Perhaps that wasn't the only reason for her attentiveness. Either way she simply chose not to focus on his proximity as he leaned towards her to speak. 

“A few more rules that I wish to go over with you” he spoke regarding her with an intensity to which she found herself nodding.

“You are not to fraternize with the enemy, at all costs, which means avoiding anyone who dresses in black and wears the sigil of the princess”

“I thought that was common to your house?”

“No, she wears the symbol of the three headed dragon with a hint of gray. You'd see a similar hue in the clothing of her supporters. Only if you pay close attention”

“I shall be mindful of it then”

“They may choose to engage you,” he continued as they neared the gate of the sept “as they do Aegon, who foolishly chooses to do so and partake in depravities of his own . That is not to be expected from a lady such as yourself”

“I understand your grace,” she said solemnly. 

He gave her a crisp nod before acknowledging his mother at the altar and stepping back to let her pass.

“Won't you join us?’ she inquired turning around to face him.

“Aemond has his own hour of prayer Melissa” she heard the Queen remark as she reached up to kiss him on the cheek. “Come let us begin together”

It was quite ominous then, that as she lit her candle at the altar of the Maiden, the flame blew away at once with a gust, sharp as the shudder that passed through her upon the remembrance of his last rule whispered solemnly in her ear “Stay away from temptation my lady, in all forms.” 

-x-

Queen Alicent Hightower spent an ungodly amount of time in prayer, extending up to the hour of the gods, which was when the rest of the keep clustered around the stone statues of its sept. She found her knees aching by the time she stood up, wobbling with a restrained smile as she followed the lady down the halls, shadowed by her sworn protector at a safe distance. 

“I have decided to let you get acquainted with some of Helaena's ladies. She claims she doesn't need them but it is good to know a few maidens your age. It'll help you adjust better to life here” she said smiling as she reached a small hall at the foot of one of the winding staircases. 

“All of them assemble here during the morn, to embroider and discuss whatever they can. They shall make enough room for you” she said as they were let in by two guards who bowed before them and nodded to the man behind.

It was a much smaller room than what she had expected with four ladies seated equidistant, in armchairs surrounded by a bevy of mace stools, containing threads of every shade and hue that she could conjure up. All of them stood to curtsey as the Queen entered regarding her with a mix of curiosity and distaste as she was introduced.

“I shall leave you to it then” the Queen spoke as she left her with a comforting touch to face the uncertain ahead.

The first to speak was a lady in blue, with intricate black braids woven into her hair. 

“I hear you arrived yesterday. How have you been settling in?”

“As expected,” she said, taking a seat nearby.

“And you've already met the iōrves” spoke a woman in red with an almost perfect pronunciation of the strange word.

“Who?”

“As if she knows what that is, Tyshara” the lady in blue huffed. “It's just a name they came up with for the royals”

“The three iōrves” chirped another blonde in front of her. “Suits them well. I'm Lynette Beesbury” she continued with a smile.

“I’m Lady Cassandra of House Baratheon” the lady in blue spoke haughtily. “Future bride to House Targaryen”

“It isn't confirmed Cassandra” another lady huffed. She was taller than the rest with a hooked nose and a stern smile, seated to the extreme left in a heap of brown skirts.

“What would you know Jessika?” she snapped back “Or is your father's position finally amounting to something”

“More than pining after a man who hardly pays you any heed” Lady Jessica scoffed. “I'm Lady Jessika Wylde daughter of Lord Jasper Wylde, the master of laws” she spoke, turning her face to regard her. 

“Pleased to meet you” she responded, trying to ascertain the demeanor of each of the women in front of her. “What does jorves mean?” she asked after a pause.

“Iōrves” spoke Lady Tyshara again “Or the ones who are cold”

“Is that High Valyrian?”

“Their very own tongue” she smirked, continuing her sewing. “I'm Lady Tyshara Lannister, niece to Lord Tyland Lannister, the master of coin here”

“You think they're cold?”

“And you don't?” Cassandra questioned. “My, you must have made quite the impression. Tell me how you find my betrothed.”

“It's Prince Aemond she speaks of,” Lynette chirped.

“I haven't spoken to him much,” she replied, shrugging casually.

“And that is almost always enough,” Tyshara scoffed.

“You don't like him?” she questioned turning to face her.

“I like him enough to know when to keep my mouth shut” she spat, as she continued pulling at the threads in her lap.

“You must be wondering why we're questioning you so much,” Cassandra said after a stretch of uncomfortable silence. “We hadn't been told of your arrival and it's hard to accommodate another lady before knowing her in truth”

“Oh I'm not to serve as a lady in waiting. I'm here with my father”

“We know” muttered Jessika before turning back to her own task.

“Nevertheless” Cassandra continued. “Since the Queen has instructed you to be under our care it's best we inform you of your role, as allies of course”

She found herself nodding with the woman's manners appearing to be quite similar to the monologue she'd heard in the morning yet far less accommodating despite the severity with which it was delivered. 

“To start with, you must know the nature of your relatives” she spoke, enunciating the word with distaste. “You mustn't be aware of their tastes since you've been away at Oldtown”

“I heard Prince Daeron was to join you” Lynette chirped again.

“He suffered an injury while flying and would be joining us in a fortnight, at the earliest” she informed them.

“Be quiet while I finish Lynette, then you may go back to your questions” Cassandra huffed. “Now let's start with the princess. She rarely ever summons us. We're as free here as actual ladies of our own houses rather than in service to the crown, which we duly abide by extension of course” she began “The princess likes to keep to herself yet blurts out the most perplexing things when in company. You needn't be startled by it just pretend you never heard what she spoke of and continue on as before”

“Prince Aegon” Jessika continued “Is to be avoided at all costs. As charming as he can be, he's equally handsy and you'd do best to remember that for the safety of your reputation, not that mine has ever been called into question but our maids talk and that is enough to keep a virtuous lady away”

“And as for Prince Aemond” Lynette sighed “How shall we begin to describe him?” 

“Prince Aemond is flawless,” Cassandra interrupted her in an instant.

“I've heard he has four maids tending to his hair each morn” Jessika said.

“I've heard he has every book in the library memorized, with knowledge to make even the most learned of maesters quiver,” Tyshara continued.

“He trains meticulously at dawn and has bested some of the finest knights of the realm, Ser Criston included” Cassandra boasted with glee. “And yes his favorite thing to do is read,”

“His hair is so lustrous” Lynette swooned  “One time I was unfortunate enough to stumble along his way and it whipped me in the face” she said, earning a shocked expression from them all. “It was wonderful” she continued with glee diverting their attention again.

“That's why Cassandra wears her hair in braids,” Tyshara giggled.

“Oh hush” 

“She saw him wear his hair in a braid, somewhat like a fishtail to train one morn and hasn't stopped wearing her hair like that since” Tyshara smirked with glee. “He wears his hair loose now, I wonder how you'd accomplish something akin to that Cassandra.”

“It would be quite a scandal” Jessika chuckled.

“Jest all you want, I for one believe he loves my hair”

“It is a wonder though, with beauty to speak of like his own” Jessika muttered “You must think of another way if you wish to win him over” “I've heard he has a thousand pieces of leather for his closet, eye patches included”

“I've seen his sapphire,” Lynette chirped again.

“You have not,” Cassandra protested with indignation.

“When he dashed into me” she whined “I caught a glimpse of it. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw” she sighed dreamily.

“I think it's rather hideous, the scar I mean. It is good that he keeps it covered” Tyshara said. “And I doubt you really saw the stone Lynette, clumsy as you are. You probably hit your head too hard. It is known that he's very secretive with regards to his injury”

“I shall make him show it to me someday” Cassandra spoke puffing up her chest, like the namesake of her house “And you shall all be the first to know”

“Seven blessings to you then, I just hope you don't faint” Jessika laughed. “You're quite a lightweight for a Baratheon” she said, earning a fit of giggles all around the room.

The rest of their morning passed in speculation over the latest scandals at court along with a few more instructions that were spoken over giggles and protests alike. Her mind however was stuck on the little jewel that was lodged in the face of a man who the whole keep seemed to covet. 

-x-

Her father, unlike what he’d told her, did not leave at once. Only after he’d supposedly sampled almost every ale house the city had to offer and spent a few days with a morbid case of belly cramps did he set out to accomplish the task assigned to him. 

“Must you really leave?” she asked him as the servants around them bustled to pack a small trunk full of scrolls and strewn clothes, half smelly and soiled.

“Your grandfather is quite close to having a fit dearest, I’m afraid I must”

“I shall accompany you to the docks”

“Don’t you have something better to do this morn?”

“Tyshara wishes to bid farewell to Lord Lannister too”

Over the course of the past few days, while her father emptied his gut, she had accomplished the task of getting to know her allies at court. Cassandra Baratheon was vain and bold, eager to take offense and hold a grudge till she found another stray of gray on her head. The day after would be spent in lamentation and covering up her “deficiencies” as she so liked to call them lest her betrothed were to notice.

 Lynette Beesbury was naive, sweet as honey that the bees of her house were drawn to, yet equally foolish and prone to bouts of hysteria which required frequent trips to the maester who always reassured her with a regular cup of chamomile tea. She claimed it was similar to the ones Prince Aemond used for his headaches and launching into another speech about their commonality would often calm her much more than the warmth she consumed. 

Jessika Wylde was her much shrewder counterpart. A stickler for rules, like her father, she was quick to find fault and assign blame to anyone who crossed her. Twice was a warning and thrice merited exile from her circle of grace to one of perpetual contempt, leaving many a servant crying from her chambers for want of a new mistress. 

The last of her companions, Tyshara Lannister, was someone with whom she had found herself to be quite ingrained with. Quick witted and vivacious, she had the charm of a belle and the gall of a lion, often engaging in behaviors far too provocative for her stature yet evading speculation with an equally easy smile at her disposal. 

“Very well then” he agreed reluctantly. “Hide this for me will you, at least till we're out of the keep” he whispered, handing her a small vial of Arbor gold. 

“Must you really continue like this? Mother told me to keep an eye on you”

“The best way to cure oneself is through continuing with what caused the malady in the first place”

“I hardly think that applies to everything father”

“Well you haven't been out in the world much. Now come along”

The ride to the port was bumpy and much fouler than what she was expecting. The city was engulfed in a wave of humidity, making them perspire throughout the distance so much so that the breeze that blew through her hair as she stepped out to send them off was a welcome surprise. 

“Be good,” her father warned her as he climbed aboard. 

Tyshara took a while more to say her goodbyes, lingering next to her uncle till he sent her off with a kiss to her cheek. 

“You seem quite close to him” she found herself saying as they climbed back into the royal carriage.

“He looks out for me,” she responded with a shrug. “He's been a source of comfort away from home”

“Do you miss it a lot? Casterly rock seems quite wonderful and self sufficient from all the tales I've heard”

“It is, but there is nothing quite like the freedom you have away from familial territory despite the nagging desire to return home. Besides I have Lyonel to keep me company” she finished with a wink.

Lyonel Westerling was the second son of Lord Harmon Westerling and nephew to the Lord commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Harrold. He’d been sent to King's landing to squire for Prince Aegon and when it was settled that he didn’t require his services within a week of his arrival, he was transferred at once into the gambit of his brother instead. Prince Aemond had been harsher on the man, grilling him to his wits end, for if his father wished for excellence he was sure to see it achieved in his son under the service of the second born prince.

Tyshara had been engaged with him within a moon of his arrival, citing commonality as the cause for her interest when it was his appearance that gave him real credibility. Tall, blond and built like a bull, he had an easy smile in place whenever he greeted them all, making him quite well received amongst the ladies at court. She however judged him to be much of a fool after a single conversation that floundered before he had to be rescued by a peer. Not that Tyshara minded. She liked them pretty in her own words and claimed a man was only ever interesting as long as he kept his mouth shut.

“What about you?” she asked, breaking her reverie. “Don't tell me there's isn't anyone who's caught your eye”

“No one in particular”

“I find that hard to believe. The capital is crawling with opportunists and men willing to make a name for themselves something I've noticed you seem to admire. I believe you're hiding something from us all” she said conspiratorially.

“I haven't paid anyone such close attention” she said, wringing her hands.

“Well then we must find you a match, or at least someone worth your while here, before your father returns of course. You need to know your prospects before they're snatched away from you”

“What good would that do?” she inquired

“You really are quite sheltered Melissa. Why it'll give you a standard to hold your husband to, not overlty that would be a blow to your marriage, but something at the side, something to call your own in the dark”

“A lover?” she asked incredulously

“It needn't be that. Think of it as a measure of comparison”

“Wouldn't that take away your joy”

“I believe it would quite add to it. Think about it and we shall begin our hunt tomorrow. I shall even ask Lyonel” 

“Please don't” she said, reaching for her hands.

“Only with your permission” she said reassuringly. “Don't worry we don't really speak much in each other's company.” 

Their return back to the keep was met with more excitement than what she'd expected out of the day. The men often took to training on days as such and while the ladies enjoyed fanning themselves from the balconies overlooking the outer courtyard, they'd take to showing off their skills with their blades to their onlooking admirers, meriting a chorus of oohs and aahs only for them to fall back to their usual chatter once again. 

It was days quite as such that the Prince usually avoided, as per Cassandra’s observations of course, yet she found her lingering near the armory instead, accompanied by the rest of their group whispering to themselves.

“That is surprising,” Tyshara said as they descended to greet them. 

“Prince Aemond has challenged a man for her honor” Lynette whispered as they reached closer, nearly squealing with joy as she observed him bent over the table of weapons. Before she could inquire who it was she felt a sharp squeeze to her arm by an ashen blonde who looked like she'd seen a ghost.

“It isn't as romantic as you think it is Lynette” Jessika huffed “He's merely doing his duty”

“By the woman promised to him” Cassandra sighed.

“If you'd even call it that” Jessika murmured as they all looked ahead.

Lyonel Westerling stood a few feet away from the prince swinging his mace in practice with quite a lot of accuracy, not that she knew much about battle, but he appeared as confident as a man who knew what he was doing. She saw the prince take his stance a moment later, brandishing a shortsword, a good choice of weapon as per Jessika’s observation, being easy to balance with an accompanying shield in his other hand before they both began to circle each other.

Their match didn't last long. Lyonel Westerling ended up being quite good with his mace but all the more slow with his footwork leading to him being defeated by Prince Aemond with proficient agility and skill, circling and tiring him out till he landed the last blow.

“Yield” she heard him say with his sword to his neck, not before nicking him in the process.

His quick victory was followed by a round of applause which he accepted with a crisp nod in Cassandra's direction before storming out without a word. She saw her smile towards them all, victorious in her own way and while Tyshara rushed to her own companion, trying to appraise his bruised ego and she wondered why someone wishing to be betrothed to a man would be accepting of such disregard on his part.

-x-

Over the course of the day she came to know of the incident of the yard from every mouth she encountered. Cassandra proclaimed that she had been propositioned by Lyonel Westerling and that he had been quite insistent in his manner prompting Prince Aemond to action. That was the crux of the word going around, albeit in different forms. She'd heard other whispers of Lyonel’s dissatisfaction with the prince himself, about a few of his peculiar tastes and even about how he wished to join the kingsguard and had used the duel as part of his training or that he'd simply grown rather tired of keeping things within the family and wished to try out a Stormlander instead.

Tyshara, fueled with indignation, mostly at the last remark, had done all that she could to spread word that he’d been slandered by Cassandra who had conjured up her accusations to win the prince over. Her story however, as scandalous as it was, wasn't as interesting to catch wind and ended up being buried under the multitude of falsehood going around.

By midday, their allyship was in shambles. Tyshara had declared, in no few words, that she wished to separate from their pack of betrayers, leaving to stand faithfully by Lyonel instead. Cassandra on the other hand, bothered as she was for the hour, considered it to be just another reason to fan the flames. Throughout all of this, she'd taken to hearing both sides as was the custom of the Hightowers, forming proper judgment after insight from both ends, yet nearing the end of the day she found herself sequestered in the one place she knew they all wouldn’t deign necessary to check.

The library of the red keep was one she was hoping to pay a visit to, as soon as they'd arrived. She'd been an avid reader back home, something she'd acquired from her mother, poring over more stories than texts, to spend her days. While her mother prided herself on her knowledge of the functioning of the kingdom and its affairs, she found herself far more interested in its people and tales from across the realm had done much to sate her curiosity. 

The library had to be reached by climbing four flights of stairs with a single landing separating them. Intricate balustrades of red sandstone carved with dragon heads greeted her as she continued onward, their tails curling around the railing with which she dragged herself towards her destination. There was an old tale that went around the keep, about how the old Maester Mellos collapsed on these very flight of steps, leading to his demise. It did quite feel like it as she huffed her way to the top, panting with the weight of her skirts as she leaned against the open iron door. 

The King's library was a marvel to behold. Nestled up near the parapets of the keep, with a ceiling made entirely of glass, she found herself staring at the glazed roof as she entered. Spiral shelves lined the hall, made of something similar to the koa trees of the Arbor. There were nearly a thousand tomes lining the walls she supposed, hidden from most due to their differing tastes and she found herself thanking her mother for introducing her to wonder as she continued her exploration.

“They're not koa” she heard a knowing voice near her as she turned around from her inspection of the shelves. 

Prince Aemond sat at a circular table near the center of the hall, with a couple of tomes arranged neatly near a burning candle.

“The wood is different up close” she said in acknowledgement wondering how he knew she was thinking of the Arbor.

“They were a gift, all the way from Sothyros crafted for King Aenys. The wood is known as padauk” he said, rising to speak to her.

“I hope I'm not interrupting your grace”

“There aren't many who visit at this hour”

“I can leave,” she said hurriedly.

“That's not what I meant,” he said, reaching behind her to pick out a tome.

“What do you wish to find today, my lady”

“Something to pass my time” she whispered, shy that she had been caught off guard.

“And how do you pass your time? What interests you”

“I doubt you'd want to hear, your grace” she said, averting her gaze.

“Come,” he said, bidding her to follow him as he wove through the passages of wood till they reached one of the furthest shelves down the hall. “This would be more to your taste, I presume. You may join me if you wish or continue as you were” he said turning to hand her a tome.

“The Edge of the World” she read aloud “by Maester Balder. This looks like quite an adventure” she said smiling as he looked at her with interest. “I'd like to join you”

The rest of their hour was spent in comfortable silence as she read over the old maester’s travels. He wrote of his time in the Night's watch centuries before Aegon's conquest, describing East watch by the sea and the island of Skagos, much north of Castle black, infested by smugglers and pirates rooted out by brave men. She saw him look up from time to time catching his gaze with a shy smile of her own as he pored over his own scrolls with a copy of Septon Barth’s infamous tome to the side. 

“Do you wish to read this next?” he asked. 

“I might take a while,” she answered, earning a hum in return. “May I ask you a question?” she continued as he went back to his work. 

“Is it about dragons?” he asked not looking up from his reading.

“About this afternoon” she said, unsure of how to proceed after noticing him tense.

“What would you like to know?”

“Is it true?”

“You'll need to be more specific,” he responded, drumming his fingers on the table.

“What happened with Cassandra?”

“Are you enquiring as to whether I'm betrothed?” he said looking up with a smirk.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she responded  “I only wanted to know if the rumors were true, regarding Lord Lyonel. He's involved with a friend of mine”

“Lady Lannister, is it?”

“Tyshara, yes”

“I wouldn't know,” he said casually, returning to opening a new set of texts.

“You fought for her honor” she said, surprised at his easy dismissal of Cassandra.

“As was my duty” he said nonchalantly.

“I don't understand,” she muttered, earning a glare in return.

“Lady Cassandra claimed to be harassed by a man squiring for me. How do you think I should have responded?”

“She considers the outcome to be far different”

“A woman's presumption”

“What does that mean?” she asked indignantly.

“It indicates exactly what I said, a morbid predisposition for exaggeration and fantasy”

“And what would you consider me then, with a similar interest in tales as such” she said, shutting her tome abruptly. “You gave me a tale of adventure, about strange one horned beasts and pirates. Surely you'd hold a better opinion of your companion for the day or am I to be ridiculed behind my back once I leave too”

“You misunderstand me, my lady,” he spoke noticing her distress.

“No,” she said standing up “Thank you for your time your grace, but I'm certain I must leave you now” 

She fought the urge to give in as she heard the scrape of his chair, hurrying down the steps before he caught sight of her fallen face. The echo of her footsteps in that corner of the castle soon faded as she rushed to her chambers, distracted by her duress that indicated she was surprisingly more upset at his perception of her than his unconfirmed betrothal.

-x-

The hour of the nightingale troubled her again. She lay awake in bed as her maid came to wake her, perplexed as to whether she should join them all for the day. It was the tenth day of the moon and her absence was sure to be noted. A lone eye pierced through her musing, haunting her as she whined into the cushions in the dark before waking up with a jolt. 

The way to their hideout came easy to her and she arrived there almost too early to be considered proper, only to find him seated alone, at the head of their table. His gaze bore into her as soon as she walked in, commanding yet somewhat anxious as he stood to welcome her.

“You're early” he said, bidding her to sit as he ordered tea for them both.

“I considered not showing” she responded, turning her gaze away from him.

“Without cause?”

“There's plenty to me, your grace” she said, folding her hands on her lap.

“I did not intend to offend you, my lady” he said upon noticing her continued silence. 

“You made me feel like a fool” she found herself whispering.

“Then you must know I have no patience for one” he said sharply, softening his tone upon noticing her perplexity “I don't begrudge tales, only falsehood” he continued softly “And I despise tardiness”

“Like that of today?” she said gesturing to the two empty seats at his side which hadn't been filled despite the approaching hour.

“There was more to your reading than unicorns and giants though?” he said after a pause looking at her as the servants poured them two cups of mint tea. 

“Maester Balder wrote his tale as a warning”

“Of the dangers of prejudice?” she questioned.

“You consider it untrue?”

“He claimed the Skags were inhuman, more beast than man, feasting on human flesh and delighting in sacrifice made to the Old gods” she continued “Exaggeration of the foreign fairly seems like an adequate portrayal of their true nature”

“And yet familiar customs still prevail far North. The feast of Skane being one such instance of the past” he said, noticing her discomfort.

The Feast of Skane was written to be one of the most horrific things she'd read describing a Skagosi war fleet descending upon the smaller isle of Skane nearby. While the women of Skane were raped and carried off by the Skagosi, the Skanish men were consumed by the warriors in a feast which lasted a fortnight on the sands of the pebbled beach. Skane thereafter was said to be haunted by the screams of its deceased, deafening many travelers who happened to pass near its shores.

“Perhaps highlighting the ills of tradition passed down through generations merit speculation”

“Was it really tradition if they were never heard of again?” she questioned.

“The tales of victors tend to be written as such, continued through time by others wishing to follow in their path, emulating virtue and vice alike” he replied, sipping his tea. “Nevertheless the more magical parts of his tale tend to garner much attention. Their obsidian blades and fine mounts are enough to avoid further speculation” he spoke with emphasis. “Their horses however, pale in comparison to the wonders of our own world,” he finished, smirking as he saw her smile.

“I suppose flying beasts are far more inspiring,” she said, smiling into her own cup.

“Ones that make the unworthy quiver”

“Anyone who isn't a Targaryen would” she continued with a laugh.

“Perhaps” he said in contemplation, setting his cup down to welcome his siblings.

“What are you upto so early in the morn?” Aegon huffed as he plopped himself to the left of his brother. “Has he been boring you with philosophy again” he asked turning to her “Honestly brother, you must give it a rest lest we all fall asleep here”

“Did you not sleep well last night?” she inquired politely.

“Helaena and I couldn't quite seem to settle in,” he responded with a cheeky grin noticing her blush and shift to order two glasses of honeyed milk. 

“So my lady” Aegon spoke, turning to her again. “It is time for you to delight us with whatever tales you've managed to acquire  these past few days” 

“There isn't much to tell,” she replied, setting her cup down.

“Well it has been quite eventful though hasn't it, or perhaps you don't quite understand the nature of our agreement” he said drinking from his chalice filled with green apple wine.

“I am sure you're aware of the rumors going around. Lady Cassandra” she continued looking at Aemond “Claimed  harassment and was soon won over. That has been the most of what's been going around”

“Yes yes, our brother serving as her glorious knight, we've heard enough of that already”

“She was gloating all afternoon while she helped with the children” Helaena said thoughtfully “Quite distasteful for someone who felt insulted” 

“It doesn't seem to add up does it” Aegon continued looking right at her.

“I only know as much as you, your grace”

“What a shame,” he said, turning to face his brother as she found him staring at her in wait, drumming his fingers on the table as he cocked his head to the side. 

“Lady Tyshara was quite bereaved” she found herself continuing. “She believed Lord Lyonel to be innocent”

“Are you questioning my brother's judgment?” Aegon said with a smirk, teetering towards aggression.

“No your grace, I'm simply letting you know what I've heard. She accompanied me to see my father off in the morn and spoke of him in detail”

“Was this before he left?” Helaena asked, sipping her glass of cold milk.

“Yes, she accompanied me to see her uncle off. They seemed awfully close at the docks” she finished, uncomfortable under their scrutiny.

“How close?” Aegon asked, leaning towards her.

“He kissed her,” she said, earning a satisfied hum from her inquisitor in front.

“I told you” Aegon clapped delightedly.

“The Lannisters are prone to it”

“There isn't much evidence Aegon” Helaena spoke “And besides what difference does it make, look at us”

“They aren't us mandia” Aemond said turning to look at her “Quite discomforting behavior to witness from a friend, won't you say” he continued looking right at her.

“She brushed it off” she said, noticing Aegon cackle again with glee.

“This day is off to a very good start” he said, raising his cup to himself with another jape of his own. 

As each of them carried on, recounting a minor tale that took place, the nagging feeling of betrayal deepened within her only for it to be quieted by a contented look of approval from a single eye that never left sight of her.

-x-

Her days carried on in fear of the lioness. She'd taken to avoiding most of the ladies, citing her longing for home to be intense enough to dampen their spirits were she to accompany them, leaving the library as her only place of refuge. The quiet of the hall, the echoing of her footsteps with the occasional sound of the opening of a scroll, or the arranging of tomes back on the shelves where they belonged, brought her much peace compared to the whirlwind of thoughts occupying her mind. Then there was also the presence of the prince. 

He'd taken to reading with her, often sitting beside her in silence as he worked for hours on end, occasionally passing a few remarks and engaging her with more questions pertaining to her own tome. She found herself fascinated with his knowledge, seeking him out often to her own detriment, only to be reprimanded by a maester nearby to lower her voice and for him to be hushed by a harsh glare from her teacher. He, on the other hand, found her amusing, encouraging her doubts and providing her with more once they finished for the day, enough for her to forget her folly till she returned to her own chambers and was wrought with guilt again.

Much to her chagrin, Tyshara sought her out a few days later.

“You've been avoiding me” she said confronting her in the hallways “I considered you wise enough to not fall for  Cassandra’s fables”

She wished to deny the accusation but had nothing to say for her own admission in front of her cousins mere days before. “Lyonel is still in service to Prince Aemond in case you don't know” she continued oblivious to her turmoil “He refuses to be reassigned”

“Isn't that a good thing? The Prince is quite  proficient and a good instructor” she said, surprised at the slip of her tongue.

“Don't tell me you're enamored with him. As if the rest weren't enough. He's evil Melissa, you'd do well to stay away from him”

“Because he beat Lord Lyonel?”

“Because none of you are capable of looking past a man's beauty”

“To see what? His cursed soul?” she jested stopping at a corner.

“I refuse to engage in conversation regarding him any further and I'm assuming from your defense that's why you haven't sought me out” she said placing her hands on her hips. “He's a bad influence, even more than his brother”

“You surely jest, Tyshara” she replied incredulously

“I'm afraid, I do not. If you continue along this path you'll only be disappointed”

“And what path is that?” she asked upset at the turn of events “Being nice to my own cousin? Perhaps I've merely taken inspiration from you” she continued, surprised at herself upon noticing her shock.

“I hope you haven't, he'll only lead you to ruin” she finished walking away from her without waiting to hear what she had to say.

-x-

She spent a day moping afterwards, refusing to leave the confines of her chambers even for her sanctuary of books, till she realized how lonely she felt and was out soon with a new companion. 

Lynette Beesbury wasn't exceptional company, but made for a decent companion to meander through the hallways, whiling away their time on the mundane, much pleasing after the ordeal of the past few days. 

She found herself strolling with her through the castle, exploring hidden chambers covered in cobwebs and dust only to erupt in a fit of giggles at another jape she passed at things strewn about the floors. That morning they'd decided to try out the Godswood, a small endeavor before they barged in on another set of doors and spent their day examining the strange objects it contained.

It was a bright day with the leaves of the giant weirwood glistening in hues of red under the sunlight. She found herself thinking about the worship of the Skags again as they made their way forwards only to find a head of silver crouched near one of the shrubs. 

Princess Helaena sat kneeling near a few bushes with her hands covered in dirt holding a small brown beetle in her palms.

“Hello” she greeted them as she spotted them peering from a distance. 

“What do you have in your hands princess” she found herself speaking as she made her way towards her.

She heard her ask for a set of glass jars near her before opening her palms to trap the little beetle in one of them as she handed it to her for inspection.

“This is a dung beetle,” she said, smiling at the trapped brown bug. “I've been wanting to study one for some time”

“I thought you only liked the dead ones,” Lynette chirped, standing at the base of the weirwood tree, observing them from a distance.

“This one serves a greater purpose alive”

“How so?” she questioned wrinkling her nose at the smell emanating from the jar.

“They can predict the future” Helaena said  sitting on her haunches as she stared at them. “Some claim they can find their way out of anywhere just by following the stars, whose patterns they know by heart. Others think that they can predict when it rains, or when the crops are bound to fail”

“Like bug seers?” she said examining the little insect.

“I'm somewhat gifted myself” Lynette interrupted “I sense things too, though only pertaining to myself”

“Like what?” she asked as the princess took the jar back from her and moved to stand.

“I can sense when I'm about to get my moonblood, days before it arrives”

“Isn't that common to all women, Lynette?” she asked, perplexed. 

“No, I've noticed it arrives whenever the tree cries. Look” she said, pointing to the face of white bark that was now streaked with red “I might get it soon”

She found herself rolling her eyes before turning to face the princess staring at the tree with interest. 

“The dragon shall claim its flame through a sea of blood” she said thoughtfully as she continued to stare at the sap emerging from its eyes.

“I think it works for the Princess too” Lynette whispered, noticing her vacant stare before going back to gazing at the face again.

She turned her gaze towards the tree with a scoff only to notice its solemn face almost contorted with anguish. She wondered then about the dragon the princess spoke of, as they stood still under the canopy of the heart tree, each contemplating something of their own. Perhaps she ought not to ignore the musings of her cousin.

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happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me!  if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc​ )  for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona * anya chalotra * olivia cooke * kristine froseth * grace van dien * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh* * crystal reed * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana  * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot.  * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots *  * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix?  muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc. 

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2, 3, 5, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 25, 26 for TAYUIN.

What does your OCs handwriting look like? 

What architectural or design aesthetic would best suit them?

The Winchester Mystery House, where he can run and hide from the consequences of all of his actions. listen I get one troll answer okay this has been a JOB.

What character from myth or fairytale best represents them?

Kai; The Snow Queen. Not so much Kai's role in the story as what the splinters of the mirror do to him. Originally an innocent young boy, when the splinters become lodged in his heart and eye, his heart begins to freeze, and he can no longer see beauty in the world, with most things now appearing ugly to him, only seeing the worst in people. He becomes cruel and aggressive, destroys the things people love to hurt them, and mockingly imitates people to make others laugh. Much of this is to the people closest to him, those who genuinely care about him. 

I think Tay tends to see the world in a very similar way, even more so himself. He considers the world to be cruel, a breaker of fragile things, so he tries to make himself unbreakable, and to break things (and occasionally people) first before they can get to him.

If your OC were to imagine their idyllic life (realistically or otherwise) what would it be like?

This feels spoilery LOL, so I'll only answer the way Tay thinks he wants his life to be, though even then, there are once again ~layers~. 

On the very tiptop surface, Tay almost wants what his people assumed he was born to be; to be special, unique, celebrated as something never seen before amongst his kind, with powers that set him above the rest. To be put on a pedestal and revered. But even he knows it's too late for that. Even if he gained that, it doesn't undo the ways he was shunned for most of his life before, and it would ring hollow and meaningless. 

Underneath that, he'd settle for just being "ordinary", at least amongst the Eladrin. To only have a connection to one of his birth seasons (probably winter, if he had the chance to choose), to fit in and just be a "normal" prince with the powers he should have had to start with. To have his family treat him as equal, to not be a burden, to be able to do his duties as a royal, to join the Frostguard, as expected of a winter Prince of Arbor'sai.

Deeper than that, though? What Tayuin would really want? Well. That's a ~secret~

What piece of moody poetry or novel quote best encompasses your character?

"He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there."

     – Terry Pratchett, Wee Free Men

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"There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts."

     – Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

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"Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive."

     – Josephine Harper, Damage

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"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places."

     – Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Who is your muse's muse? (What or whom inspires/drives them?)

Himself. No, literally. He doesn't think well enough of anyone else to be "inspired". I suppose, at most, he took on aspects of a few of his family members he saw as useful (the pride and indifference of Eth, the easy charm of Ailos etc), but I wouldn't call that "inspired by". And his main drive is just... survival, with perhaps some glimpses of fun and gratification along the way.

What is their character theme song and why? If it has lyrics, which line best fits them?

"I won't hold on like someone who believes it." Persona Non Grata - Whale Bones

I mean, I was very tempted to quote the entire song, to be quite honest. Especially the first verse and the chorus. The meaning behind the song is just so damn applicable to Tayuin. He's done putting his trust in people, of being used while it's convenient, of being discarded for not being what they wanted him to be. But I think that line in particular really is where Tay is at right now, because, most of all, he's done holding on to the belief they'll change, or that anyone else won't just do exactly the same if given the chance.

Is your character bilingual or multilingual? Which language are they most comfortable in or prefer using? How did they come to learn them?

Multilingual. Tayuin's mother tongue is a highly differentiated form of Fae specific to the isolationist Eladrin, but as a royal, there were certain expectations regarding his education. He had to obviously learn the common tongue, fae and high elven, but also most "higher" languages as well, anything spoken by nobles of races the Eladrin might ever need diplomatic talks with (rare, because again, v isolationist, but still). It's one of the subjects Tay excelled in, as it required a certain amount of social mimicking, and as someone who was always observing others to uncover ways to fit in, it came naturally to him. 

Whilst Eladrin Fae is obviously what comes most naturally to him, he's spent enough time moving through the world that common is his default. He is fluent and comfortable enough to pass as a native speaker in most languages he can speak, though. However, as the secluded Eladrin are probably not up to date on the more obscure languages or more specialised dialects, he'd probably sound archaic or overly formal in any of those.

Do they have an accent? How do they or others think of it?

Following the last question, no. Tay has always taken great care to also sound like a native speaker in anything he speaks.

What is a common misconception about your OC? (Alternatively, what do people assume about them which is either incorrect or misconstrued?)

It depends on which layer of Tayuin the person has access to. Surface layer Tay is, for example, what the public following the trials get to see, as well as the average person he met in his journeys since leaving the Faelyn Wilds. He's sweet, innocent, if a little cheeky. All charming smiles and a heart of gold. Even seemingly naïve at times, the cute little lost boy with the big blue eyes, how could you ever suspect him?

Then there's what most of the other contestants probably all see by now, nothing more than a scheming little brat that would do anything to get ahead. And, in a lot of ways, they're not exactly wrong. But it's still not really him; it's just another layer, another defence, another wall to protect himself.

What sort of role do they take on in relationships, either familial, romantic or platonic. i.e. are they a defender, protector, nurturer, etc.

Currently, Tayuin sees nearly every form of relationship as transactional. "I give something, I get something, and if I do it right, I get more than I give" kind of mentality. So almost every relationship is based on that at its root. His familial relationships are the only ones that aren't/weren't, as he always sought nurturing yet obtained little. Depending on the family member, he received cold distance, pity, or even torment instead. Not sure what you call that "role" lol. Victim? (⚆_⚆;)

"Romantic" relationships currently do not exist to Tay. Any, uh... (⚆_⚆;) dalliance so far has also been very transactional, either figuratively or, uh, literally, lol. Any real romantic relationship would have to be very special to break him out of that thinking, but if it did... I think Tay desperately wants to feel safe, or at least cared for, to belong. But for someone to ever become that important to him? I could see him becoming extremely protective in return. So... Protector and Protected? 

What is one thing that they only let those closest to them see?

Vulnerability. And even then, you're gonna have to get reeeeeal close for him to let you see it willingly.

If they were to lose the person closest to them, how would they mourn them and how would they handle their grief?

why does this question exist

Depends. Tay doesn't generally let people close enough to care. For someone to become that special that it would affect him? He'd probably see it as further evidence of his old view being correct, that the world is cruel and against him, entrenching him back into that mindset. And he'd be even more sure never to let himself be so vulnerable as to let it happen to him again. ಥ_ಥ

#ask my characters #lazysunjade #OC Asks: Tayuin Eth'salin #holy FUCK this is SO LONG JADE #I'm not even sorry most of these are sad AF #it's what you DESERVE #dat song tho #literally first time I heard it I was like oh this is fuckin Tay #spotify random recommends do be doing good sometimes #anyway no thoughts left #only pain #enjoy and suffer #LAYERS #onions have layers. FAERIES HAVE ~LAYERS~

[encntada]

CURRENT MUSE ROSTER AS OF 11/16/23

canon characters:

lillian 'lil' ashlock / the ballad of songbirds and snakes / basically an oc

annie cresta / the hunger games (based on books, movies + personal headcanons)

michelle "shelly" webster / the crow (1994)

ella "cinderella" baudin / a mix between cinderella (2015) and rodgers & hammerstein's cinderella

sally / the nightmare before christmas (1993) 

addison wells / disney channel's z-o-m-b-i-e-s trilogy 

maría vasquez / west side story (2021)

johanna barker / sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street

carrie white / carrie (1976 + 2013)

regina george / mean girls: the musical (movie & stage show)

juliet capulet / rosaline (2022) and original shakespeare play

original characters:

september plinth / based on the ballad of songbirds and snakes book and movie / television producer and sejanus' younger sister

anisette mellark / based on the hunger games books and movies / peeta's older sister

*nicolette danielle renata devereaux / based on princess diaries 2: royal engagement / famous actress and sister of nicholas devereaux 

aanisah / based on aladdin (1992 & 2019) oc / rug maker and seller and younger sister of aladdin 

juliet desrosiers / based on beauty and the beast (1991 & 2017) / princess and younger sister to prince adam

princess camila charming / based on cinderella (2015) / princess and younger sister of prince kit

jane van dort / based on the corpse bride (2005) / younger sister of victor van dort

elizabeth rose sanderson / based on hocus pocus (1993) / white witch and youngest sanderson sister

emily fitzherbert / based on tangled (2010) / castle baker and younger sister of eugene fitzherbert 

wendy scott / based on yellowjackets / yellowjackets defensive midfielder and younger sister of coach ben scott / NOT CAUGHT UP ON SEASON 2

*josephine de chagny / based on the phantom of the opera musical / missing viscountess masquerading as a opera chorus girl and twin sister of raoul de chagny 

*= this character does not currently have a fc or the fc chosen doesn't have any resources

#muse roster. #i'm gonna link this to my pinned post for convenience #so u can just look at this instead of going to my doc #also consider this a living breathing documents #changes will be documented here probably quicker than google

[mythiecal]

＃ｍｙｔｈｉｅｃａｌ , an independent and selective low-activity multi-muse featuring characters based in various media. primarily portrayed as original characters with inspiration from various lore, mythology, and fables. told by: vivian --- twenty3, she/they pronouns.

⁽ ᵃᶠᶠⁱˡⁱᵃᵗᵉˢ ⁾ , url.

ｄｏｃｔｒｉｎｅ．　ｐｒｏｍｐｔｓ．　ｓｉｄｅｂｌｏｇ．

literature,

alice cullen, 19+ ( immortal ), she/her, bisexual. fc: taylor russel. twilight saga (anti-smeyers). canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary.

diana prince, 29+ ( immortal ), she/her, bisexual. fc: kate siegel. detective comics. canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary. * main relationship with @de2thletter's steve trevor.

gwendolyne stacy, 18 - 25, she/her, transfem, demiromantic pansexual. fc: hunter schafer. marvel comics. headcanon based. request.

isabella swan, 17 - 19, she/her, bisexual. fc: havana rose liu. twilight saga (anti-smeyers). canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary.

josephine mccoy, 19+ ( immortal ), she/her, pansexual. fc: savannah lee smith. archie horror. headcanon based. secondary.

film,

ariel tritonsdatter, 20, she/her, straight. fc: halle bailey. the little mermaid. canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary.

bárbara roberto, 20, she/her, straight. fc: jenna ortego. barbie. headcanon based. * main relationship with @de2thletter's ken carson.

harvey kinkle, 18, he/him, bisexual. fc: gavin casalegno. archie horror. canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary.

miles morales, 13 - 15, he/him, bisexual. fc: tbd. spider-verse trilogy. canon compliant & headcanon based. secondary.

television,

allison argent, 18 - 21, she/her, pansexual. fc: olivia rodrigo. teen wolf. canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary.

caroline perkins, 18 - 25, she/her, bisexual. fc: anya taylor-joy. stanger things. canon divergent & headcanon based. secondary. * written outside of st rpc.

jane hopper-byers, 11 - 14, she/they, bisexual. fc: millie bobbie brown. stanger things. something based. secondary. * written outside of st rpc.

rebecca harlowe, 17 - 23, she/they, biromantic demisexual. fc: whitney peak. teen wolf. headcanon based. secondary.

wally clark, 18, he/him, bisexual. fc: milo manheim. school spirits. headcanon based. secondary.

misc,

daphne blake, 18 - 23, she/her, bisexual. fc: julia lester. scooby-doo. headcanon based. secondary.

sasha mason, 18, she/her, pansexual. fc: halle bailey. bratz: rock angelz. headcanon based. secondary.

velma dinkley, 18 - 23, she/they, aromantic lesbian. fc: ariela barer. scooby-doo. headcanon based. secondary.

original,

henrik novak / bobby zukowski, 18 - 21, he/they, bisexual. fc: milo manheim. archie horror. headcanon based. * main relationship with nora's tbd oc. :)

loreno rodrigo, 18, she/they, pansexual. fc: giovanna grigio. archie horror. headcanon based. secondary.

treasa ó cuilinn, 20, she/her, pansexual. fc: emily alyn lind. multi-fandom. headcanon based. secondary.

#do not interact with this post . #beta editor & xkit rewritten user . #est: 05/15/2023 . #prev: girltold

[fieryncbles]

Muse list

The Big Bang Theory:

Amy Farrah Fowler

Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz

Leonard Hofstadter

Mary Cooper (Young Sheldon non-compliant)

Penny

Sheldon Cooper

Boston Legal:

Alan Shore

California Solo:

Lachlan MacAldonich

The Catch:

Rhys Griffiths

Curtain Call:

Stevenson Lowe

The Devil Wears Prada (film):

Miranda Priestly

Nigel Kipling

Emily Charlton

Andrea "Andy" Sachs

Good Omens:

Adam Young

Anathema Device

Aziraphale

Beelzebub

Crowley

Dagon

Gabriel / Jim

Hastur

Ligur

Madame Tracy (Marjorie Potts)

Archagel Michael

Newton Pulsifer

Doctor Who:

3rd Doctor

5th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Donna Noble

Martha Jones

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River Song

Clara Oswald

Jenny (the Doctor's daughter)

Josephine "Jo" Grant

Mary Ashe (from "Colony in Space")

Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart

Mike Yates

TenToo (a.k.a. Meta-Crisis Doctor a.k.a. Handy a.k.a. Dr John Smith)

Delgado!Master

Sheen!Master (my original incarnation of Master)

Simm!Master

TARDIS (Idris)

FRIENDS:

Rachel Green

Chandler Bing

Monica Geller

Carol Willick-Bunch

Phoebe Buffay

Joey Tribbiani

Hamish Macbeth (TV):

Hamish Macbeth

Isobel Sutherland

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Nymphadora Tonks

Molly Weasley

Arthur Weasley

Severus Snape

Narcissa Malfoy

Mamma Mia:

Donna Sheridan

Sophie Sheridan

Tanya

Rosie Mulligan

Sam Carmichael

Harry Bright

Bill Anderson

Morning Glory:

Becky Fuller

Mike Pomeroy

Colleen Peck

Lenny Bergman

Once Upon A Time:

Alice Jones / Tilly

Wish!Hook / Rogers

Emma Swan

Regina Mills / the Evil Queen / Roni

Zelena Mills / Wicked Witch / Kelly

Cora Mills

Henry Mills

Lucy Mills

Snow White / Mary Margareth Blanchard

Prince Charming / David / David Nolan

Nova / Astrid

Dreamy / Grumpy / Leroy

Cruella De Vill

Maleficent

Ursula

Lily Page

Hades

Pretty in Pink:

Steff McKee

Prodigal Son:

Ainsley Whitly

Jessica Whitly

Martin Whitly

Malcolm (Whitly) Bright

Dr Edrisa Tanaka

Eve Blanchard

Dani Powell

Gil Arroyo

Nicholas Endicott

Stargate (1994 movie):

Dr Daniel Jackson

Stargate: Universe:

Dr Nicholas Rush

Chloe Armstrong

Dr Amanda Perry

The Adventurer: The Curse of the Midas Box:

Captain Will Charity

The Good Fight:

Roland Blum

Maia Rindell

The Passengers:

Arthur, The Android

The Smurfs (Film Series):

Grace Winslow

The Stick-up:

John Parker

Twilight (Film Series):

Aro Volturi

Underworld:

Lucian

#muse list.

[mattersofentropy]

Welcome to my little corner of this hellsite! Mun is 25+ and muses are all 21+. This blog is not mutual exclusive, however it is semi-selective with moderately low activity. Writing will primarily be contained to tumblr. Discord is available on a very limited basis. And only after we have been writing for some time. Content on this blog will range from fluff to angst to smut. Sometimes triggering content will also be present. Below are links for easy mobile navigation. Below the cut are a list of my muses to make life easy.

Rules

Muses

Wanted plots

Wanted opposites

Males:

Jacob Grayson - Casey Deidrick

Zane Sanders - Skeet Ulrich

Charles Montgomery - Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Bryce Prince - Jordan Elsass

Isaac Cassidy - Zac Efron

Evan Keller - Charlie Cox

Lorenzo Bianchi - Michele Morrone

Gareth Cole - Jacob Elordi

Nathan Bayles - Joe Manganiello

Declan Hennessey - Joseph Quinn

Matias Flores - Pedro Pascal

Mason Richards - KJ Apa

Females:

Victoria Torres - Selena Gomez

Gabriella Rivas - Ana de Armas

Katherine Sheppard - Adelaide Kane

Olivia Davenport - Josephine Langford

Danielle Pritchard - Hailee Steinfeld

#mun speak; out of character #pinned post

[ac1nums]

movies muses.

the outsiders.

angela shepard, the girl who tries to keep her boys at bay, the girl who work to help her family around, tries not to stay around the gang too much, twenty, inanna sharkis, bisexual.

archie comics.

betty cooper, perfect girl next door, daughter, who wants to do things for her. girl next door who tries to solve mistery like her old friend, nancy drew, eighteen, josephine langford, bisexual.

it.

ben hanscom, the boy who tries to live a normal life when a clowns isn’t trying to scare him away, a boy who loves poems and loves to build homes, eleven/thirty, jeremy ray taylor/ jay ryan, straight.

scream.

sam carpenter, girl who left town because of a dark secret. girl who tries not to lose her mind and talk to ghost that she so wants to forget dearly, twenty, melissa barrera, straight.

romeo and juliet.

juliet capulet, capulet’s princess who falls in love with her enemy. loves to go shopping and being there for her loved ones. eighteen, madelyn cline, straight. mercutio, the montague’s clown who loves to tourment people, especially his cousins and the prince, who’s family, twenty, john eyzen, biromantic.

enchanted.

kit charming, prince who’s looking for his lost princess. though, a shoes isn’t helping, when ella comes home, everything is good in both world. twenty, richard madden, straight.

heathers.

veronica sawyer, teenage girl who loves to write on her diary on how much she hates the world and why not get some slushies somewhere. eighteen, adele exarchopoulos, bisexual.

#in character. / ( movies muses. )

[ac1numa]

movies muses.

the outsiders.

angela shepard, the girl who tries to keep her boys at bay, the girl who work to help her family around, tries not to stay around the gang too much, twenty, inanna sharkis, bisexual.

archie comics.

betty cooper, perfect girl next door, daughter, who wants to do things for her. girl next door who tries to solve mistery like her old friend, nancy drew, eighteen, josephine langford, bisexual.

it.

ben hanscom, the boy who tries to live a normal life when a clowns isn’t trying to scare him away, a boy who loves poems and loves to build homes, eleven/thirty, jeremy ray taylor/ jay ryan, straight.

scream.

sam carpenter, girl who left town because of a dark secret. girl who tries not to lose her mind and talk to ghost that she so wants to forget dearly, twenty, melissa barrera, straight.

romeo and juliet.

juliet capulet, capulet’s princess who falls in love with her enemy. loves to go shopping and being there for her loved ones. eighteen, madelyn cline, straight. mercutio, the montague’s clown who loves to tourment people, especially his cousins and the prince, who’s family, twenty, john eyzen, biromantic.

enchanted.

kit charming, prince who’s looking for his lost princess. though, a shoes isn’t helping, when ella comes home, everything is good in both world. twenty, richard madden, straight.

heathers.

veronica sawyer, teenage girl who loves to write on her diary on how much she hates the world and why not get some slushies somewhere. eighteen, adele exarchopoulos, bisexual.

#movies muses.

[archivoautista]

Dancing in Death: New Orleans and Sarawak

What you’re hearing is one of the famous Funeral Second Lines, from New Orleans. Sometimes called a Jazz Funeral, which is exactly what it sounds like.  A procession usually reserved for musicians but not limited to anyone. The term second line refers to the crowd of community members and mourners who follow the first line of the parade — the casket, family, and musicians. every person the individual has touched in life is invited to march from the church or funeral home to the calmness of the cemetery. They engage in a joyous celebration full of music, where they dance and march, and jump on cars, garbage cans, and even the coffin,  in remembrance of the person’s life. Sometimes in celebration of their passage to heaven, their arrival to immortal life. Stafford Agee, a musician specializing in this type of funeral, describes it as performing for somebody’s homegoing ceremony.

Funeral second lines are community events, with sometimes hundreds of people joining the procession. People are encouraged to join in indiscriminately, as long as they are respectful. People say:

I wasn't kidding when I said this type of funeral wasn’t limited to anyone, Black New Orleanians have done processions in tribute to Betty White, Prince, Josephine Johnny, the victims of Hurricane Katrina, and countless others.

This ceremony has the social function of reminding mourners that grief is a burden that can be shared, showcasing the community’s support of one another. And of course, the spiritual function of honoring the dead.

Music is also a part of the Berawan funeral. They have a great brass gong used to announce that a death has occurred, that can be heard from miles away, and a ceremonial drumset only used in funerals, that can be heard night and day. An orchestra of different players with gongs join in. The musicians play rapid tinkling tunes, further augmented by the staccato clamor of children playing on bamboo gongs.

This cacophony in funerals is surprisingly very widespread. The anthropologist Rodney Needham theorized that the use of drums and gongs originated from the sounds of coffin logs falling, wood that will be used to create a coffin. But of course, the use of percussive instruments is not restricted to funerals. They are also unanimously found in weddings, rites of passage, birth feasts, harvest festivals, and initiations, which is to say, to them funerals are held in the same regard as these other celebrations, rites of passage.

Which gleefully lends itself to various musings as the nature of this symbolism. For example, there might be an association of the loud noise of a drum with thunder, and therefore divinity. Think Zeus. In ancient times, such loud sounds could only be from thunder, and they were few in between, rare and terrifying. These sounds were like a message, a threat, or a warning, from the gods, a resounding display of power. Which is why it was considered divine and sacred. And presumably, it might be the reason why we now emulate loud, thundering sounds in our rituals, to summon that feeling of grandeur and power. I’ve never said that word aloud. Grandeur, grandedur. There is also a sense in which great noise is seen to facilitate communication between humans and the supernatural. Which would explain its use in funerary rites. As a way to bridge the gap between this and the immaterial world of spirits.

By studying the Nkayusa’s attitude towards death, their relationship of terror with the spirit of the deceased, and the other side of the coin, a culture of cacophony, of the Berawan people and New Orleanians, to exude power. The embodiment of power through noise as a way to combat fear. Noise, music, the commotion of a crowd, has elevated their funerary rituals from the sad funeral: a somber, terrifying period of liminality to the great celebration of life, to rest in power! y’know? It all goes back to that feeling of vitality.

The top comment of the first video I showed you of the Second Line said:

#anthropology #on death #funerary customs #antropología #human history #Youtube

[ac1numarch]

movies muses.

the outsiders.

angela shepard, the girl who tries to keep her boys at bay, the girl who work to help her family around, tries not to stay around the gang too much, twenty, inanna sharkis, bisexual.

archie comics.

betty cooper, perfect girl next door, daughter, who wants to do things for her. girl next door who tries to solve mistery like her old friend, nancy drew, eighteen, josephine langford, bisexual.

it.

ben hanscom, the boy who tries to live a normal life when a clowns isn’t trying to scare him away, a boy who loves poems and loves to build homes, eleven/thirty, jeremy ray taylor/ jay ryan, straight.

scream.

sam carpenter, girl who left town because of a dark secret. girl who tries not to lose her mind and talk to ghost that she so wants to forget dearly, twenty, melissa barrera, straight.

romeo and juliet.

juliet capulet, capulet’s princess who falls in love with her enemy. loves to go shopping and being there for her loved ones. eighteen, madelyn cline, straight. mercutio, the montague’s clown who loves to tourment people, especially his cousins and the prince, who’s family, twenty, john eyzen, biromantic.

enchanted.

kit charming, prince who’s looking for his lost princess. though, a shoes isn’t helping, when ella comes home, everything is good in both world. twenty, richard madden, straight.

heathers.

veronica sawyer, teenage girl who loves to write on her diary on how much she hates the world and why not get some slushies somewhere. eighteen, adele exarchopoulos, bisexual.

#movies muses.

[l1teas]

movies muses.

the outsiders.

angela shepard, the girl who tries to keep her boys at bay, the girl who work to help her family around, tries not to stay around the gang too much, twenty, inanna sharkis, bisexual.

archie comics.

betty cooper, perfect girl next door, daughter, who wants to do things for her. girl next door who tries to solve mistery like her old friend, nancy drew, eighteen, josephine langford, bisexual.

it.

ben hanscom, the boy who tries to live a normal life when a clowns isn’t trying to scare him away, a boy who loves poems and loves to build homes, eleven/thirty, jeremy ray taylor/ jay ryan, straight.

scream.

sam carpenter, girl who left town because of a dark secret. girl who tries not to lose her mind and talk to ghost that she so wants to forget dearly, twenty, melissa barrera, straight.

romeo and juliet.

juliet capulet, capulet’s princess who falls in love with her enemy. loves to go shopping and being there for her loved ones. eighteen, madelyn cline, straight. mercutio, the montague’s clown who loves to tourment people, especially his cousins and the prince, who’s family, twenty, john eyzen, biromantic.

enchanted.

kit charming, prince who’s looking for his lost princess. though, a shoes isn’t helping, when ella comes home, everything is good in both world. twenty, richard madden, straight.

heathers.

veronica sawyer, teenage girl who loves to write on her diary on how much she hates the world and why not get some slushies somewhere. eighteen, adele exarchopoulos, bisexual.

#out of character. : post.

[fashionunit2byebs]

The 20s or more known as the roaring twenties, the liberation of the corset and the style drastically changed from the victorian era the hourglass shape was in and the huge skirt bases was out. during WW1 women's social roles started to change and representation of fairer sex started to radically change. The straight up and down look without a corset started to emerge and the length of the dresses become shorter and the waistline completely dropped to hip length, hair became shorter and the flat chested look was in. La garconne -the flapper or the bachelor

Illustration of famous book women took inspiration from this women in the story she was very rebellious, this gave inspiration to many women in the 20s to branch out from the 'norms' of the time this lead to more derogatory terms for women of women of loose morals. The fashion at the time consisted of straight coat hem line lots of beads and pearls very embellished which gave the opulence that this era was known for. Trousers was not a thing that women would wear however women would wear trouser which were typically a more like a satin pyjama style trousers which they would only wear only to wear with other women at a party scene

as women became more comfortable with the time and in applying makeup in public was acceptable now to top up hair makeup and smoke, which typically in previous times this would be found apon and women would only do there makeup and hair at home and would not leave the house without it being perfect.

Josephine baker was first dancer and singer of colour in the 20s most highest payed performer

She devoted herself to fighting segregation and racism in the united state

Underwear looked at lot similar to the actual clothing it was not restricted

If not slim a corset would put on to make them more flat so that the clothing would look good and desirable Hair and makeup

Eaton crop flat hairstyles was very short or and bob with finger waves

Complimented with headband and turbans.

Prince of wales ambassador for mens fashion a heartthrob made me feels more included in fashion

New blazer shaped

Oxford bag is a huge hem it was a loose fitted trouser but trend didn’t take off but come back around in 70s

Day wear became more relaxed at night stil smart

Rudolph Valentino heartthrob

Influence the hairstyle

Went to town with shoes as they didn’t want to go as out there with the clothing as the women did

The designers

Coco channel

Orphan

She kept changing her age to be younger

Raised by monks and learnt many skills in the orphanage

Came about making hats

Many ppl looked up to her because she was a women and all the other was men

Pearls big for channel jersey and the double c

Jean patou

Worked lots with sister and brother in-law he had very much a buisssness head in him

Had to fight in ww1 and due to travel took inspo for the places he had been

Pioneer branding the clothing he’s produced

Did fragrances and accessories

Spent lot of career trying to break out of coco channels shadows and competing with her constantly

Levine Ellington. Man who saved paris he save Parisian couture hitlor wanted to take couture to Germany they had money so would of been a lutenant in the war

After was he went back to fashion at around same time of coco channel

He would offer discount to royalty and American and was v focused onto the businesses side

Influenced by sport and leisurely activities for women and how clothes should move with the women

First to do not just clothes but went into accessories and perfume. His muse was his second with the Russian princess Was know for beauty and slender body

[archxngxl]

Muse List

1. Lana Aries, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: Sasha Luss

2. Josephine 'Jo' Ledger, 20 - 25, Heterosexual, Actress FC: Madelyn Cline

3. Valentina Sanchez, 30 - 35, Bisexual, Detective FC: Emeraude Toubia

4. Talia King, 25 - 30, Pansexual, Actress FC: Laura Harrier

5. Laura Di Vittorio, 25-30, Heterosexual, Second in Command of the Di Vittorio Crime Family FC: Victoria Pedretti

6. Renata Reyes, 30-35, Bisexual, Chef FC: Adria Arjona

7. Aaliyah Razek, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Historian FC: May Calamawy

8. Brianna Cohen, 30 - 40, Bisexual, Assassin FC: Jessica Chastain

9. Rhiannon Cohen, 25 - 27, Heterosexual, Journalist FC: Sophie Skelton

10. Lisa Grant, 25, Bisexual, Monster Hunter FC: Hailee Steinfeld

11. Caroline Brandt, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Surfer/Model FC: Phoebe Tonkin

12. Elena Vargas, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Doctor FC:  Alice Braga

13. Leila Jimenez, 35- 40, Heterosexual, Lawyer FC: Sarah Shahi

14. Barbara Soares, 25 - 30, Heterosexual, Stripper FC:  Bia Arantes

15. Andrea Navarro, 25, Heterosexual, Fashion Designer FC: Alexa Demie

16. Laurie Knox, 35 - 40, Pansexual, Warlock FC: Natasha Lyonne

17. Daisy Booth, 25 - 30, Heterosexual, Journalist FC: Deborah Ann Woll

18. Dilara Sadik, 35 - 40, Heterosexual, Fashion Designer FC: Nesrin Cavadzade

19. Veronica Castillo, 40 - ???, Heterosexual, Vampire FC: Maite Perroni

20. Aida Davtyan, 35 - ???, Heterosexual, Vampire FC: Angela Sarafyan

21. Alice Robinson, 28 - 30, Heterosexual, Medium/Librarian FC: Oliva Cooke

22. Arden Kang, 25 - 29, Heterosexual, Tattoo Artist FC: HoYeon Jung

23. Cleo Bautista, 27 - 29, Heterosexual, Card Counter/Bartender FC: Shay Mitchell

24. Valeria Alvarez, 27 - 29, Heterosexual, Cartel Leader/Second in command FC: Ursula Corbero

25. Carmen Juarez, 25- 28, Bisexual, Rockstar/Vampire FC: Lali Esposito 

26. Darcy Morgan, 24 - 27, Heterosexual, Witch/Designer FC: Maika Monroe

27. Tatiana Corbin, 24 - 26, Heterosexual, Ballerina FC: Meghann Fahy

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1. Uriel, ??? (Appears to be in their late twenties), Pansexual, Angel/Human 

FC: Emma Darcy

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1. Dante Novak, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, President of an MC FC: Charlie Hunnam

2. Lorenzo Rossi, 35 - ???, Heterosexual, Vampire FC: Ben Barnes

3. Abel Prince, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Private Investigator FC:  LaKeith Stanfield,

4. John Monroe, 35 - 40, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: Sebastian Stan

5. Raymond ‘Ray’ Dawson, 40 - 45, Pansexual, Monster Hunter FC: Maharshela Ali

6. Vincenzo Di Vittorio, 25 - 30, Heterosexual, Head of the Di Vittorio Crime Family FC: Drew Starkey

7. Santino “Sonny” Caputo, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Gang Leader FC: Casey Diedrick

8. Christopher Yang, 25 - 30, Heterosexual, Boxer FC:  Lewis Tan

9. Serkan Yavuz, 35, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: Can Yaman

10. Michael ‘Micki’ Ledger, 25 - 30, Heterosexual, Lead Singer of the band ‘The Saints’ FC:  Dylan O’Brien

11. Kerem Yildiz, 35, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: Çağatay Ulusoy,

12. Dallas Washington, 30 - 35, Heterosexual, Boxer FC:  LaRoyce Hawkins

13. George O’Neill, 35 - 40, Heterosexual, Irish Mob Enforcer/Pianist FC: Oliver Jackson Cohen

14. Erik Karlsen, 35 - ???, Heterosexual (???), Vampire FC: Michiel Huisman

15. Burak Ozdemir, 35 - 40, Heterosexual, Detective/Cop FC: Ekin Koc

16. Raphael Colombo, 45 - 47, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: Keeanu Reeves

17. Salvatore Colombo, 33 - 35, Heterosexual, Assassin FC: DJ Cotrona

18. Jason Carter, 20 - 25, Heterosexual, Surfer FC: Rudy Pankow

19. Benjamin “Booker” Davis, 40 - 45, Heterosexual, Detective/Cop FC: Matthew McConaughey

20. Dominic Price, 27 - 29, Heterosexual, Drug Dealer/Underground Boxer FC: Garrett Hedlund

21. Jake Brodsky, 27 - 30, Heterosexual, Former FBI Agent/Criminal FC: Max Thierot

22. Connor Callaghan, 35 - 40, Heterosexual, Lawyer/Vampire FC: Colin Farrell

#muse page #muses

[everythingroyalty]

top 5 best royal kids names and top 5 worst?

This took me forever to answer, anon. I’m so sorry but I’m the most indecisive person in the world 😩 You wrote “royal kids” so my criteria has been children who are – or will be – grandchildren of a monarch. And also I’ve disregarded Liechtenstein because 1. with names like Wenzel and Alfons I fear they’d just be overrepresented in the shit tier, and 2. sometimes I forget the Liechtenstein royals exist and I’m not sorry about it.)

Favourite:

George Alexander Louis (As someone who think the appropriate name length for royals is 4+ names and George being born into a family where that is also the tradition, it really says a lot about the sheer BEAUTY of this name that it’s one of my favourites. I actually think George is super clunky but the other names make up for that. Just beautiful. And an amazing flow.)

Ingrid Alexandra (King Olav sort of abandoned the tradition for long names in Norway so it wasn’t really surprising that Ingrid only got two names. BUT WHAT NAMES SHE GOT! They’re beautiful apart but even more beautiful together.) 

Christian Valdemar Henri John (First, the flow of Christian’s name is just beyond. I love the inclusion of Valdemar – what an underrated Danish royal name. I love that they used Henri because 1. that’s Henrik’s real name and 2. it also serves as a nod to Mary’s mum, Henrietta. They also somehow managed to make John sound non-clunky which isn’t easy.)

James Alexander Philip Theo (I LOVE all these names. It’s four (4) names as is tradition in the BRF and they all complement each other beautifully. The names have meaning and honour different people but the combo doesn’t end up sounding outdated.)

Eléonore Fabiola Victoria Anne Marie (It’s just beautiful. The superior variation of what seems to be the most popular royal name (since there are no actual Eleanors). A beautiful combination of names – that among others honour two of my favourite royals of all time, Queen Fabiola and Crown Princess Victoria – and it has a beautiful flow.)

+ Honorary mention to Vincent and Josephine’s Greenlandic names 😍

Least favourite (in no particular order):

Liam Henri Hartmut (”Prince Liam”.............. What on the earth...)

Archie Harrison (1. I really loathe when people use nicknames as given names. It’s so irrational, I know, but it just annoys me. I do love Archie as a nickname for Arthur or Archibald though. 2. I understand what they were trying to do with Harrison and I still hate it. I think it’s super cheesy and I’m honestly so disappointed they didn’t go with Dorian for Doria instead. If they have a daughter at some point, I’m curious to see if they’ll do a full Icelandic and call her “Harridaughter” 🙈)

Louis Arthur Charles (In isolation, all three names are great. I think the flow is a bit off but my real issue with this name is that I think it’s the epitome of laziness to repeat names and Wills and Kate managed to repeat not one but two (2) out of these three names. It’s just... *sigh*. I share my middle name with my sister and it’s the bane of my existence. I think I’m also extra negative about this name because I actually had really high expectations for W&K after especially George’s name.)

Henrik Carl Joachim Alain (While Henry is a beautiful name, Henrik is so ugly and old-fashioned and no name for a child. Sorry but also I’m not. Why didn’t they just call him Carl? Carl Henrik Joachim Alain would’ve been much better.)

Gabriel Michael Louis Ronny (I don’t like any of these names and I think the flow is off with at least a couple of kilometres. Gabriel is also such an overrated royal name – at least there’s some variation going on with the Éleonore-Leonor-Leonore gang.)

#anonymous #inquiring minds #alexander alexandra alexander..... why no i don't see a pattern in my name preferences #the only reason the actual prince alexander's name isn't among my favourites is because of hubertus #but it was super close in the top #say josephine would definitely have been a candidate if her name had been josephine sofia ivalo mathilda #i just don't like sophia that much and it makes the combination very ph-heavy #also honorary mention to estelle's name which has really grown on me since 2k12 #'queen estelle' is still gonna be interesting but i've really come to love the name estelle in isolation #and obviously i love that they named her after mary #royal name musings

[divinityblcd]

tag dump

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