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[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @raviofthesun when and where: two days following lady ruqaiyah dayne's arrival to sunspear from starfall, she crosses paths with the oldest surviving son of house martell - also being her betrothed from their early youth. context: these two have known one another for many years, considering there was some time where ravi lived at starfall to train with baashir during the time of him being a second son.

feigning exhaustion and borderline sickness from the journey across the breadth of dorne had worked in the favour of the lady of starfall; even if she had needed to put her ability to dramatise anything and everything into good use, as though the journey was not one that was done regularly both in the past and the present. the daynes had ventured to the great sept of sunspear alongside the other courtiers of those who swore to be unbowed, unbent and unbroken; a moment of respite from the close monitoring she had been dealing with by her mother and brother alike.

and so the moment the door had shut behind her quarters, an entitled amethyst gaze had immediately turned toward the guard that remained in her room…who now remained a watchful eye on this golden sandy beach in the shadow of the fortress of sunspear and the shadow city itself.

the wonders of giving instructions with no falter or stammer, with the sound logical reason of fresh air helping her fight off the impending sickness she felt at the back of her entirely clear throat. truthfully, her stay in sunspear had been tarnished by a certain ghost's reappearance across from her at a circle table - and this trip was an important one, for a multitude of reasons. the daynes would need to cement their position, in more ways than one. one of such ways would end in her and ravi of the sun circling the marital flames a total of seven times.

but things were different; and as much as she wished to simply be able to navigate herself into his sphere to find a way to close the distance that was some months of business and distance, sunspear and the dornish sun were his halls. and he somehow seemed more of a prince here than in any other place. a part of her grew irritated with the fact she could not smoke under the gaze of the starfall guard, though now she knew this place existed, she would no doubt find some way to slip here.

and when a distant figure appeared upon one of the sand dunes, she narrowed her amethyst gaze, using her hand to shield herself from the glare of the sun behind it to try and see who it was that was walking toward her. feet remained in the sparkling intense blue of the ocean, silver anklets submerged, and pastel pink silk swirling at her feet. the sun continued to blind her, and she began to step forward from the sea kissing at her feet, when the dots connected.

"skipping the sept too, your highness?" she asked, her voice trailing over the soft sound of the waves as she walked too. and whilst she could comfortably refer to ravi as her friend, he was her prince too; especially in such a setting, and so she dropped into a graceful curtsy, not deep enough for it to be strange, but enough to signify respect and a comfort in doing such things. they knew the way their worlds worked - and whilst she complained of many things, he was not one of them. "i have been meaning to ask you what time you were born."

"but you are surrounded each time i see you." she had not realised how much the political situation had changed until she had seen it. rav was not a second son anymore, and a small part of her began to wonder. wonder what she had not wondered before. would marrying another, that was not her, make more sense?

#c: ravi #ravi 001 #tag pending #my babiesss

[morvar]

"your highness—I apologize that things got a touch out of hand during the trial. I assure you Adam did not mean for that...delicate piece of information to slip past his tongue."

" You apologize for the trail getting out of hand and yet Adam will never learn! he has put this whole extermination mess into jeopardy just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut!. He of all people should of known better and YOU LUITENANT "

The Seraphim would walk towards lute as the eyes on her wings and hair would snap open in reply she was frustrated that such delicate information was brought up during a meeting , what would the winners think!. she already knew what her younger sibling had thought and it caused her gut to twist and turn in unease

" You need to learn how to keep him on a tighter leash I understand he leads the Exorcists but you are there to insure he keeps his mouth SHUT .. Now I am not mad at you"

She would rake a hand through her own hair as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath the eyes on her hair and wings slowly closing back up in reply.

"We must discuss why he thought it would be a good idea to mention the extermination at the trial in front of winners and angels alike.. and we will discuss proper measurements to insure such a stupid display doesn't happen again. "

@kugel-bitch

#ic sera #tag pending #hazbin hotel spoilers

[corrosivecommander]

@orreasshole sent:

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

actions speak louder than words

Léna's phone illuminated the otherwise blackened bedroom, vibrating quietly on the bedside table. Sometimes, it was still disorienting, waking up in a dark, unfamiliar room, with someone's arm draped sleepily over her waist, their steady breath traveling over her shoulder blades and spine. On the other hand, it was easily recognizable as Alastair, comfortably wrapped around her, holding her like she'd slip out of his arms if he wouldn't.

She would never dream of it.

The phone stopped, and it took her a moment to register what was happening. She clicked the screen and it came to life like a floodlight. It was Mars. What the hell?

Carefully, as not to wake Alistair, she stood from the bed and pulled on his discarded shirt from the day before. Mars wouldn't call her unless it was something important. It had been too long and Léna was too far removed from it now. Despite everything, she hoped the others were still okay. There had been no great falling out amongst the commanders. Simply space and time, whoch felt ironic.

Just as she was reaching for her phone, Alistair's hand wrapped around her slender wrist, startling her from her racing thoughts.

"I thought you were asleep."

#ic;; dream on #orreasshole #tag pending

[redjaybird]

@general-kalani [from here- Ryder]

"Quiet? Right. But you know, the quicker they're down here, the quicker they'll die." Jay's an arrogant little shit. "You're an army guy, right? Why're you nervous about it?"

#fsdkjfsd sorry i didnt specify last night i wasnt sure what i wanted to narrow it down to aside from verse style #had to reread a few times to see what jay would respond to the most #zomb ver #tag pending #and keep him from going after a ram like an idiot

[arkattim]

Coughs . I have a nsft art blog. It's this username but backwards, and please be 18+ if you do decide to follow, thanks 👍👍

#there's just bootsnbombs there at the moment #tag pending

[dve-mllr]

"I recognize your face from somewhere." - multiverse Dave Miller asking Dave Miller this bc he's funny guy extraordinaire

          〝 Funny! Could say the same about you,〞the sarcasm was dripping from his lips, though his face was pulled into a smirk

#[pls i can already sense the tension. You decide which lol] #tag pending

[zakariyamallisters]

who: @tiriusrowan​ where: goldengrove, prior to the arrival of the hand of the king to highgarden, following the defeat of alaric tyrell. context: shortly after the announcement of the betrothal between lord bekir rowan and lady yasmin mallister. 

The endless golden fields and orchards of Goldengrove had been aflame by the divine violence of the Hand of the King, whom had always been the Marshall of the Northmarch for much longer than even that - even the name Rowan had held a sense of dominion within these lands far as long as either of them could remember. “I have sent word to Seagard, and to my sister, confirming the betrothal between my daughter and your son. Tanrı onları korusun.“ 

And now the fields had been watered with the blood of those with hearts of treachery, those who had once belonged to their own: the Mallisters had held their blades and their conscience as the Rowans of Goldengrove came down upon the Osgreys as they had never, ever, done before. 

As was needed. There was a lesson that needed to be remembered; one that would need to be still remembered when Lord Tirius Rowan was nothing but ash and bones. When his own daughter, the light he called the jannat of his mortal world, had asked what had become of the Osgreys, Zakariya had merely told her that the Gods had claimed their justice and the Gods were righteous in their choice. 

“There is no use in returning to Seagard though. I will send for the fleet, and for my household to meet us at the King’s residence of Highgarden.” He spoke, glancing out of the window; the sky was no longer as black. Goldengrove felt different, and yet, he knew it was in mourning. “Our men will depart when you think best.” 

There was no need to tell any of his family of the blood, screams or the smoke that had been spilled for the family she would one day become part of. There was a problem, though. Upon the marriage of Tirius Rowan to a lady from Lys, so many years ago, the man remembered the way he felt a sense of confusion come over him not so often thought and felt since; and he remembered thinking this would remain an issue for as long as they both would live. 

Still - it was never his issue. Only now, there was a matter at hand. His daughter was to one day become a Lady of House Rowan, rose in a way that ensured she was equally proud of her birth name as well as the name she would go on to take; and yet, the Riverlands had all but declared the Free City of Lys as an enemy state. There was a conflict of interest - and an obvious one. His daughter’s future mother in law was in Lys, at this very moment. As was her husband.

“Tensions are rising again, regarding the Free Cities - they have found a friend in Dorne. My daughter knows, quite plainly, of the Riverlands issues with the Lyseni - onlar köle tüccarlarıdır. I do not expect my daughter to ever have to respect such traditions, whether in Seagard or Goldengrove, brother.”

#c: tirius #tirius 001 #beep boop im EXCITED #tag pending #brotherhood is more than blood; it is eagles over the golden orchards of the march (tirius&zakariya - wa ya rijal lblad hada mektab)

[gunsnboots]

Puck is looking for a proper festivity winter tree. It probably will be giant. Oops.

#Tag pending

[pharma-sutra]

This irritable little thing is thumping his foot at her, ears high at attention and optics narrowed into angry little slits.

"Who parked their jumpship here, huh? Fuckin' hell."

What is... what is sTANDING NEAR HER? Pharma shifts, irritably, and then transforms in one smooth, slick movement, armor shifting into place, and helm popping up from her chassis. Upon closer inspection, with her actual optics and not her targeting system, this is..

Huh. This is a sort of mechanical lifeform. ..small, though.

"And who are you?"

#redeyedefiant #tag pending

[bakvrue]

stop making me tagless!!!!!

Prove to me that you can behave then

#tag pending

[ravellaarryns]

who: @yxuna​ where: the wedding feast of queen ravella of house arryn and lord graham of house royce

No longer could she remain a Princess of a Falcon King, able to manipulate their love and their weakness to allow her to live as she pleased - that was the issue with both of her brothers, how soft-minded and easily swayed they were as long as they were in said company. It were funny how the moment it fell on Ravella herself, the moment the Falcon crown of sapphires and white diamond and all the weight that came with it, fell upon Ravella’s responsibiltiy - it was done with the correct decorum and etiquette as one would expect upon the Vale of the Arryn.

That included the likes of taking ladies, ladies that were more than just mere servants - they were supposed to be confidants, companions, the eyes and ears of a court the Queen herself would not obtain access to.

Much had changed with her ascension, and it was something she had silently and swiftly accepted for the sake of ensuring there was little to no opposition to it, nothing that wedding the most respected and feared man in the Vale that would not sort out. 

Her mind remained blank as she listened to the sounds of the lutes dancing over blood stained walls, walls that had only recently played host to those savages that had nearly been the downfall of their house; she were thankful the Lannister whore had returned to her family out of fear, and ended up stuck there once again, like the foolish golden bird she was.

That bastard of hers could remain there, within the Lions’ den, where it was nothing but a bastard with a King whose mother was at his very mercy. That baby would remain there, wouldn’t it?

Wouldn’t it? Would she need to make sure of it? Would that child someday come for her own? She felt her hand stiffen slightly upon the mountain throne she sat upon, feeling the ancient weirwood beneath her fingers as she watched her husband speak with a noble dignitary from the Free City of Braavos, her husband and Domeric Stone. Stone, fucking stone - how disgusting did she find his face now, and she only silently thought he would lose himself within the clouds. So high up above from reality, either it would make or break him.

She did not care, truthfully, for what it did to him.

Leaning quietly to the left, she felt the presence of the Lady she had known for some time, though there was no doubt their association had only become more regular and closer since choosing to bring the Lady Yuna to court at her first official Lady. A raven curl fell from from her updo as she she spoke to the lady, as was often seen these past days; the two women speaking in quiet voices to one another.

“Do you these think men would rather see the Lannister’s bastard on the throne, with Lord Royce as regent?”

#c: yuna #yuna 001 #tag pending

[the-ancient-magus]

" wait! Aren't you one of those old unicorn spell casters? But- Opaline said they all died off with Twilight! " // Misty to star breeze

There's several moments of silence.

The unicorn studies his fellow, pink eyes careful and suspicious. It's been... Certainly a while since he'd heard Twilight's name. But then again, he was certain he'd never heard of an Opaline, so it's about fair.

Finally, he snuffs a bit and allows his horn to wink out. The book he'd been holding in his magic lowers towards the floor before he catches it in his hoof. She seemed harmless enough. He could indulge this question.

"I'm older than Twilight, actually. But yes. I'm a mage."

He closes the book and slides it into his saddlebag, looking from the mares horn to her face finally. He'd never gotten around to asking why unicorns had developed those markings on their horns, had he? Breeze should ask some time. Pony morphology had gotten very interesting over the centuries.

"Why are you asking? Is there something you need done?" @poniesgalore

#Misty Brightheart #Tag pending #Gen 5 tags tbd #Magus from a different Era {Star Breeze} #you're good to start thread from this if u want btw #<3

[ode-of-odr-archive]

"If you cannot bite, never show your teeth, ja?"

The demon spawn’s Icelandic accent was heavy. Admittedly he was tightening it, drawing out how much different he was to the mere human before him. A mewling mess on the ground look up at him on Rose, who’s head was covered in a rune covered skull, or was it her own head? It was hard for one to tell with the smoke bellowing out from her snout. 

Many feared the mare, for her kind were where the term ‘nightmare’ came from. 

Not only was Raserei, not human, but not even native to this country. A man so far away from home in so many ways it was almost a tragic comedy. Something Greeks would admire he was sure. 

The giant man leaned forward on his horse, “Your need to bark and show those teeth have brought me to your door, Benny.” 

#open starter #fuck it why not #I'm about to go to bed #but I was feeling this #Need a tag for it though #supernatural western verse #tag pending

[elmaxlys]

Mayuko (arrive) when people mention Yuri

#tenkuu shinpan arrive spoilers #tenkuu shinpan arrive #tag pending

[arkattim]

Elliot 𓆟 adult 𓆝 he/him 𓆞 I draw

#under construction #tag pending

[kittybennett]

“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’” — Sue Zhao

for @oliviacookewrites

#tag pending #margot sutton* #oliviacookewrites #gifts for maggie #m*