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@universeofmuses (sansa stark) and I (jocasta baratheon) plotted a thread
Leave, Jocasta, her queen mother had said in days after her little brother’s death. she took that as an invitation to leave king’s landing and she did. she took her loyal guards - guards that has been with her since she was babe and growing up into the woman that she is - old and young - had followed her, protected her whenever she leaves the safety of the red keep.
her guards had asked where they were doing and all she had said, somewhere i know that i can be safe and someone i can trust. it didnt take them long to figure it out. they were heading north.
she heard that her good friend, lady sansa stark is alive and now back in her birth place, winterfell, and it has been a couple of years since she last saw her. she had never blame sansa or her uncle tyrion for the death of her cruel brother, unlike her mother who immediately put blame on tyrion and sansa, not knowing that joffrey had made enemies elsewhere.
sixty-nine days later, she had finally spotted the familiar walls of winterfell. seven years it has been since she was last here, where everything had started. her guards surrounded her as they made way to the gates of winterfell, which had opened on their arrival.
the northerners stopped and stared at them as she rode up to the castle itself, when she spotted the familiar faces of the last surviving starks. She has not even seen bran and arya in seven years, surprised that the two youngest starks had survived.
jocasta got off her horse, making her way over to them, and stopped in front of sansa.
“lady sansa.”
#universeofmuses#universeofmuses / sansa stark#( interactions . / jocasta baratheon )#( starter . / )#i hope this is okay#lmk if you want me to change anything.#sorry for the long post / starter#you dont have to match the length.#:)#( queue . / )
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Deb woke up first on the twenty-eighth and slipped out of bed to go sit in the rocking chair by the window with Emmy who she had taken out of the bassinette. She was just about a month old and got up every few hours to eat. Deb loved the bonding time. "Mommy and Daddy are getting married today," she whispered to their daughter. She didn't want to disturb Liam who still appeared to be sleeping. "We should be celebrating our anniversary but here we are. I really hope your daddy and I make it this time. It still really bothers me that he left so easily last time and I still don't think he understands the lasting damage it did to me, but I want our family to work. I want you and your sister and brother to grow up in a home filled with love. I don't want your father to ever resent me for making him unhappy with his life... or for pushing for you." She knew that Emmy wouldn't understand nor remember anything she was saying but it felt nice to speak the words to someone about her insecurities. Part of her felt like Liam was tired of hearing them and defending himself.
Once Emmy was done eating Deb changed her diaper and laid her back in the bassinette so she could go shower, shave and start getting ready. She also had to get the kids ready and didn't want to be rushing to shower last minute. She was in the bathroom for about an hour and when she came out she was in her bathrobe and her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She went downstairs to start making breakfast so everyone could eat something before they got dressed.
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[ Starter for @for-the-better-and-worse ]
It takes Rodimus very little time to find what he assumes is the hole Prowl enjoys burrowing himself in. A place like this isn't all too hard to find, especially when all you have to do is find the last building you saw him in, and look for the one single hallway people avoid walking through at any given time.
The whole place is desolate. Perhaps a little more now with Starscream in charge. Rodimus has seen people, and he's certainly heard people, but it all feels superficial. Mechs he doesn't know, and won't ever bother getting to know.
In all honesty, Rodimus had been in Cybertron for nearly two days now. He hadn't want to give Prowl that satisfaction, and he would frankly never admit that Megatron and Ultra Magnus did, in fact, let him go without much trouble. He'd say his excuse of 'Urgent call from Cybertron, Prowl won't stop bothering me to help. Says only I can do it,y'know how he is' had been convincing, but he can never tell these days. He could've probably just left without saying anything and Rodimus is sure they'd only notice when they realize the quiet. (and the missing vessel)
When he knocks on the door and there is no answer, Rodimus simply makes himself at home. The door is unlocked (which shocks him to a degree, he'd expect Prowl to be better than this) and the inside is dark and gloomy and ridiculously organized, a feat Rodimus both appreciates as familiar, and is repulsed by due to the simple fact it reminds him of who lives here. Making sure not to leave a trail (Prowl is a detective, but Rodimus is stealth-- he knows not to be obvious when he wants to), Rodimus goes through a few surface level items, checking everything he can, gathering whatever fucked up personal information he can while Prowl is away. He's not trying to find anything to blackmail the mech, he is Prowl, after all, and everyone's got something on him, but he does enjoy going through people's things, reading things he is probably not meant to. Simply taking his time exploring his surroundings.
His (very careful, very methodical) research gives him a single screaming result: Prowl is boring, and he works and works and works, and doesn't even give himself the pleasure of having doodle pads. It's almost sad, really.
Disappointed but not deterred, Rodimus is quick to find a nice, cozy spot to wait Prowl in. (Which happens to be a particularly tight closet. er. He's not picky.) The runaway Captain inspects the door, shrugs, and closes it, trying to wiggle into a comfortable position, and promptly getting the edge of his spoiler stuck in-- God, he doesn't even know what it's gotten stuck in, but it hurts like a motherfucker, and he can't do anything about it now, because the more he struggles the worse it gets wedged in there. Oh, yeah, and he hears someone come in.
#hi . your honor hes so fucking stupid.#ic#forthebetterandworse#//you dont have 2 match my length btw. i got very carried away. meow :3
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Who: Yelena & Boudhayan (@fvllensouls)
Where: Yelena's Flat
When: After the Event
"How long is this going to take Bo?"
She was getting bored now. Yelena could really only take so much silence and Bo seemed to thrive in it. They worked better when it was quiet, they had told her after she had done nothing but yammer on about her latest job. A nasty kill down in Harrow. He was a squealer, Yelena told Bo with a smile.
It was only a stupid computer, Yelena thought bitterly as she watched Bo tinker away with a flathead. I mean it wasn't like it was that hard to get up and running again. When did you last update this, Bo had asked and Yelena couldn't even meet their eyes when she mumbled something that sounded like "Dunno. Maybe 2014."
So here she was. wandering around her own living room, picking up little trinkets of a book shelf and inspecting them carefully. She had turned the radio on, half way through her wander and Bo had given her a look over their shoulder. Yelena made a face at them before exhaling loudly. She stomped back over to the desk they occupied and folded her arms. Peering over their shoulder, all of those little plastic pieces and gadgets set her teeth on edge. Yelena didn't like not knowing what was happening, and that included things she couldn't make sense of at all.
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@ordinariums (crowley) liked for Post Season 2 starter [x]
starter under cut to avoid spoilers.
Aziraphale had been doing his best to fit into his new role as Supreme Archangel but whatever he did, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his head that something else was going on. That something wasn't right. Oh, he already knew that the other Archangels didn't particularly like him, but there was something more than that. Aziraphale wanted to do good & make Heaven better, especially if the plan was to go forward. But he just didn't feel completely right. Like there was something else making him stay there.
Then there was the fact that he couldn't stop thinking of Crowley. The demon had kissed him. Him.... Everytime he thought about it, Aziraphale entered an almost daze. Losing track of things around him. There had even been times when he had been discussing things in a 'meeting' with the other Archangels and his mind had drifted to Crowley and how things had been left.
Despite being eager to make a difference in Heaven, Aziraphale was already beginning to miss his life on Earth. The food, the hot cocoa, his bookshop, his demon.... oh. When had he started to think of Crowley as his demon? He swallowed and became focused on that, oblivious to what was being said. Aziraphale was broken out of it only when Metatron handed him a coffee and he gave a smile as he took it. Coffee hadn't really been his 'thing' on Earth but Metatron had been bringing them to him since he had come back to Heaven and, well, he hadn't wanted to be impolite. He was actually starting to rather like them as well.
The meeting continued as he sipped his coffee, suddenly perking up at the mention of someone checking in on Muriel in the bookshop. His bookshop. Oh, his bookshop.
"I could check in on them." Aziraphale said quickly, trying not to have his eagerness at the idea creep onto his features too much. He would love to see his bookshop again, he had been missing it so. And, well, there was the possibility of seeing a certain demon again. "I mean, I did reside there before, it would less conspicuous for me to visit. Act as if I were checking in on it and all that."
The other Archangels rolled their eyes but eventually agreed that it was the best idea. And so Aziraphale headed down to Earth, making his way to his wonderful bookshop with an excited look on his face. He waved to Maggie and Nina when he saw them though frowned when he saw the unamused and possibly annoyed look upon their features. What was that for? Aziraphale shook his head and went to enter.
#ic#muse: aziraphale#ordinariums#ordinariums (crowley)#ordinariums: aziraphale#//hope this is alright#im starting to become intrigued by an apparent coffee theory#though we dont need to mention that lol#also i wrote more than I expected#and more than I usually do#oops.... lol#you dont have to match the length obviously
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closed starter.
things had been going a bit well between svea and taylor since they had their first date. they continued to see one another until things had been a bit hectic in svea's life. first year of teaching was a lot rougher than she had expected and could hardly make time for taylor. it wasn't the easiest thing to do to break things off with him but she knew it was the right decision to make.
svea was busy with grading papers when she had gotten a surprising knock on the door. seeing one of taylor's kids was a shock to her. when she had asked what they were doing here, the kid had rambled on about not liking any of the nannies taylor had hired, and had started to beg her to come back. other than svea reassuring them that things would still be okay in their household, she had to call taylor — and she hadn't talked to him since breaking things off.
when taylor had arrived, she had let him in. his kid on her couch watching a cartoon he liked. " look maybe don't get mad at them right now okay? they've been having a bit of a rough day." she told him. " i know this isn't exactly how we wanted to see each other again but —" // @fxcdboys
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thread: the prismya incident
tuesday, july 25th-friday july 28th, 2006
@everythingheard (leon)
also featured in overall incident: @myersbprd, claire, ingrid, mara, & jill
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tuesday, july 25, 2006 4:45am (stateside local)
mild rain, gray morning skies, humid
the screen is eerily blank for multiple seconds, the sounds of clattering items all that's emitted above the gentle static. muttering comes next, a woman's frustration coming through with no visual to accompany it until a silhouette appears, out of focus.
'come on, come on, yes! it worked!'
emits the voice, hushed but triumphant as what can be assumed is keys of what might be an old keyboard by the heavy sounds of it are pressed in the audio. the picture is grainy, as if there's some kind of interference yet it does finally come into focus to display a woman looking at the camera and addressing an agent with a name hunnigan hasn't come across before. the name is typed into a second monitor upon her station though a voice on the phone she's balancing on her shoulder halts her. tells her to wait and watch. the woman on the screen looks a bit worse for wear. there's a small gash on her forehead that looks as if it's scabbed over and the scrubs she wears look wrinkled and disheveled as if they've been worked in a while. it's not what's shocking about the video. hunnigan has seen a lot both in her own field experiences before she'd taken a desk job and in the displays from messages from various agents she aids who are in the field.
she's seen kennedy a hell of a lot worse for example.
what's shocking comes from the words which emit from the woman's lips. she speaks quickly, to the point, an attempt to relay as much information as possible in an efficient manner. hunnigan appreciates it. a final stage of a virus is synthesized and will have enough produced for the final stage of an attack within forty-eight hours. possibly less, most likely less. she's only piecing together what she's been able to hear and catch glimpses of. she's being monitored constantly but one of the other scientists speaks to her as they work, whenever they get the chance to, and he seems to be an ally. the process appears to be faster because of the nature of vampiric materials.
vampiric?!
the camera is shifted, loses focus for a moment when it's lifted and redirected over a blurry file that hunnigan already knows is going to have to get sent for enhancement. she can just barely see the name claire red.field on it though ingrid isn't sure if she actually saw the name clearly or if it's her brain piecing it together by virtue of the fact the woman voices the name a moment later. the camera pans too quickly over a separate video feed, camera on camera distorting the picture with lines-- yet, some can be made out. maybe the worse of it is the sound.
there's screaming. wild, scared, pained.
there's frenzied movement on the screen of the screen. there's what ingrid thinks is a woman attacking a man in scrubs and then her being forced back down and injected with something and she thinks the woman cries something to the effect of 'not again' after some profound swearing in-between. maybe that's really the most shocking part because ingrid has never met redfield but she's seen agent kennedy's file and seen claire's picture in it because the girl and leon had escaped raccoon together and as distorted as the picture may be, ingrid understands in the pit of her stomach what she's seeing is the same woman.
the camera pans back once more to the woman sending it with her rattling off something about redfield having been the key to the virus and a location. about something being wrong. she shouldn't have been able to get to this terminal let alone send this video she's not sure where the guards are but she's uploading the communication now and praying they get it. to please send the bprd or anyone they can. there's a sound, a groan really, which emits somewhere in the room the woman is in and she looks away before turning back and starting to say to 'tell leon...' something... but it's cut off with the transmission going dark and somehow, that's when something else connects in ingrid's mind and she chastises herself for not having realized it sooner. she's seen this woman's picture in leon's file too. it's his cousin that survived the attack on their family when agent kennedy was a child.
okay. ingrid thinks. okay. okay.
the voice on the phone begins speaking again, giving ingrid little time to recover even as she begins opening various windows at her computer station. it reveals more information to her. information about the bureau of paranormal research and defense. of an outbreak in a polish village the year before, about redfield being part of the bprd-- which doesn't exist on paper except as the fbi's special operations division. it tells her mara a kennedy was an informant in a company run by fucking vampires. vampires! it tells her a select few members of the bsaa, valentine and the other redfield have been contacted and are deploying with bprd on route to prismya where there's been some strange reports of attacks in the last twenty-four hours. they'll meet agent kennedy there and she needs to relay all this information to him and get him on a military flight leaving in two hours. it's a lot. it's chaos. but it's a chaos she can handle. she has to. first, however, she needs to finish dialing agent kennedy's number.
she does and takes an unusual step further, tells him he needs to get to headquarters immediately, with no delays. she needs to meet with him in person. and someone needs to meet with him, a bprd agent myers who'd be going on a mission with him, reinforcements already on-route to meet them there. she doesn't tell him why but her vocal pattern shows the seriousness of it. she greets the bprd agent in a room off the corridor of the building where the light always flickers and the work order for it has gone into the abyss of low priorities. when agent kennedy gets there she tells him all she knows, she shows him the video, and she lets the bprd agent tell him the rest of the pertinent information as she goes to gather more information for herself to aid them in the field.
'leon, be careful.'
she calls out to him as she watches him and the other agent leave for the military base (that transport would get them to europe faster than other means). ingrid, rarely calls him by his first name but this was uncharted territory. this was personal territory, at least for him. almost twelve hours later hunnigan has some communication with the bsaa, redfield and valentine, helps them navigate a nightmare on the ground that they'd flown into. she's not usually involved with the bsaa but this whole mission was.. well, there was a lot of players in the game at once and they all had the same ultimate goals. she had the feeling she'd be patching them all into each other the whole time.
fifteen, almost sixteen hours after leon leaves, when hunnigan gets word from that leon and the bprd agent have gotten separated after they'd gotten to one of the companies' facilities where he thinks the outbreak started (an outbreak that wasn't part of the main plot and shouldn't have happened) and that they'd found indications mara and claire had been moved to some location in the countryside but then leon and myers had gotten separated after a car crash outside a local village she's not surprised so she helps him navigate as far toward the castle facility as her access to sat feeds will allow. somehow, this feels a bit like spain all over again. she certainly thinks the stakes are just as high for her agent in the field. this wasn't the president's daughter but it was his family and his friend and a hell of a lot of innocent people's lives at stake.
wednesday, july 26, 2006 8:13am (prismya local)
prismya countryside, mountain valley filled with small villages and an expansive castle complex which used to house the local ruler of the region. has held an increase in activity, construction equipment, and people to the area in recent years. also many disappearances.
rainy and dark gray skies, foggy, cloudy, low visibility
she's cold. then she's hot. both make her hurt like a fucking train is chugging through her blood stream and making her want to tear into something but they've taken everything away she could possibly break after she'd managed to turn a part of the bed into something she could stab with. it'd been a blunt edge but she'd still managed with a spirt of strength to impale one of the people that'd come into the room to sedate her with it. her mind is scattered, hair messy and in all directions around her shoulder's when she awakens in a new place. mara's no where in sight but claire is sure she'd seen her. she's positive. she wasn't losing her mind. she wasn't. she'd seen her. she had! metal surfaces are around her, there's a camera too. she attacks it with her bare hands. they come into the room. she can't remember what happened after that. she thinks she drew blood. or they drew her blood? no, she'd hurt one of them. she's sure. the feel of a badge, a key.. she'd hurt him, the man injecting her, but he'd slipped her something. why? she doesn't understand. was he the one mara said was a friend? is she imagining it? but he hurt her. did he have a choice?
wait.. then.. now. then wasn't now. that already happened. key.. badge. her body hurts. she's thirsty but she's not supposed to be. she can't let herself be. remember. remember to fight it. mara had said the longer she does the slower the infection will move through her. she'd said that, back at the other place. where is mara? where is she? her body shifts, rolls over where it'd passed out before. flashes of memories playing at her mind. she tires to piece together her memories. her eyes aren't open but she sees....
there'd been a mission. she can remember that. but then.. so much death. she'd fought. injections.. experiments. she'd fought. she'd screamed. she'd attacked. it hurt. her mind scatters. she remembers a desert. no, that was a long time ago. she remembers a police station. no that was further away. blonde hair.. she remembers a dinner with a child laughing and the surprise on their faces when another person had shown up at their door with pizza from that hole in the wall place she'd taken sherry to and mentioned. it wasn't an every-day thing, the three of them getting to spend time together and so they'd held on to it at the time. a thread, it forms a thread into another string of flashes. a chip. anger... understanding.. an email.
'stop being like that claire, just send the god damn fucking email.' she'd told herself.
the thread.. mission. facility. he'd slipped her something to escape. she'd gotten out. they'd chased her. a crash. something spilled. screams. zombies but.. different, she thinks. had to find a lift. had to find a way up. a way out. metal turned to stone. corridors. maze. castle? they'd found her. blood. she'd stabbed. she'd stabbed them, not bitten. she hadn't bitten. but they'd stabbed her too, she thinks. maybe? find somewhere to hide. hide first. figure out next step after. there'd been a room. supplies in it. boxes. she remembers boxes.. utah had boxes. rebecca had gotten shot. the boxes had fallen. circle the memories back. boxes in front of her. climb. hide on top. she wants to see her brother. she wants to see leon. to not have how they last saw each other be the last... claire passed out.
it's cold against her skin but her body feels hot. sweaty, clammy. dark veins creep along her arms. she's only wearing a thin tank top type shirt with pants, she should have tried to find something but there hadn't been time. it wasn't as much of a concern as escape. the blood across her top is crusty. how long as she been there? there's no wound... it healed. but she'd been stabbed.. she can't think about it. not yet. not yet. find mara. get a cure. escape. no she couldn't.. mara had said something about them releasing it.. hadn't she? or had she imagined it? claire's clearer now then she was, and yet not fully clear either. it's hard to keep a hold of her thoughts, takes effort. she can do this. she has to do this. there isn't a choice. one step at a time.
there's sound. a scuffle. a grunt. gun shots. something had spilled before.. she remembers it.. kind of, sort of. outbreak. shit. she thinks there'd been one before too. back wherever she'd been but now.. had she caused this one? in her attempt to escape? or had it come with them like it had antarctica from rockfort, along with the personnel? shit. shit. shit. another gun shot. wooden door splinter's below, figures move into the dark room, crash across it like godzilla to a city. someone hits the boxes, they all fall down with her with it. ouch. pain radiates and blood fills her senses. someone's bleeding. she knows it like she knows what air is. in a way that unsettles her. it makes her mind go fuzzy, the veins on her skin burn. there's fighting in the low light, another gun shot. one of them stops moving.
claire reacts.
she lifts herself from the tangle of boxes and launches herself at whoever still stands with a sudden fury and strength she shouldn't have. she feels like it's temporary. it's not going to last and some part of her seems to realize the more she exerts herself the more the infection is going to take root but she has to get away. and to do that she has to stop whoever else is there. so they can't take her away again. so they can't hurt her again. so they can't make her veins feel like they are on fire and her so thirsty. it's all nails and desperate punches when she lands as if she's a wild and wounded animal backed into a corner. hair blocking her face as she attacks. she remembers the feeling of the injections. she remembers the experiments. she's angry, it's taking hold. it's overwhelming her, clouding her mind. she can feel it. but whoever she's fighting is strong. they react too and her arms are suddenly being forced to halt, her struggling wildly until some of her hair that was blocking her vision shifts and she sees eyes. his eyes and now a war is happening within her. something inside wants to fight. wants to hurt. but she. claire. she sees his eyes. she sees them. she knows them. she's crying. it burns her eyes. it's his blood she smells. she wants it. no. no. fucking hell no! she's not lost yet. she won't let herself be. this fucking infection wasn't going to take her. she wouldn't let it. she wouldn't hurt him. why is he there? her mind starts to clear, a little. she stops fighting and fear laces her features.
"l--leon?" this is real. he's real. she can feel him. and yet it almost comes out as a question as if some part of her is suddenly scared she's imagined this whole thing to cope and is still in whatever room they locked her in for their experiments. "i-- i'm sorry! i'm sorry.. i-- couldn't... stop.. i thought you were.. i thought they found me.. i thought they were going to take me back.. oh my god.. did i hurt you?" horror washes over her.
#in my defense i had to write three character's worth of interactions and it's a lot of set up so that's why it's so long#obviously you totally dont have to come close to matching length since it's three characters worth haha#but my fucking god i almost lost this entire starter because tumbles logged me out#muse; claire redfield#v; bprd: biohazard timeline#everythingheard#myersbprd
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beach boys themed old man west coast road trip around the us gp
#f1 rpf#and there was only one bed!!!#i want to write a fic for this but i dont have the time so drawings only for now#the only thing im adamant on is that when they share the bed seb is in the middle because he kicks if he isn't held properly#also seb and dan are disgustingly cuddly. gordian knot of guy.#they hike yosemite and drive a california gt#also they go to big sur and it's misty and beautiful and they see seal elephants.#and they stay at cheap motels and almost get kicked out for doing cannonballs in the shitty motel pool#ok these were all my thoughts on old men road trip#you can tell i drew this some time ago from sebs hair length. back then i still had hope id get it written in time for usgp. haha.#idk if i need to tag this as f1 rpf but eh whatever better safe than sorry#my favorite throuple <3 theyre so special to me#oh also. btw. if anyone feels inspired to write. a fic. about sebdanlewis road trip. please.#and yes. they have matching heart sunglasses
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@aetherceuse asked:
"Your work is commendable, professor. You cannot expect the average mind to grasp your achievements. Worry not."
" Unfortunately. It's not uncommon either in my field as you suspect. " A theoretical physicist by trade and a systems engineer by hand; a mix that opened incredible possibilities the likes thats yet to be seen...! He knows it too - pours over every equation, blue print, and bevel down to quantum weight to see it's real possibilities. The soft whirring and hum of his intricate workshop was testament to that. No where in the world will you find a more efficient or mechanized laboratory and all built by his hands and knowledge alone.
Ah. But with ingenuity came frustration --
" People fear what they dont understand. Since the dawn of time man feared shadows until knowledge made them see light. Worrisome however is the amount of ignorance that could hold humanity from true renaissance. " He dreams of a future where there was no such thing as fear. A Utopia. A Paradise. Not when it can so easily be solved with ingenuity.
Turo presses enter on the keyboard; the room wide screen in front of them miles long with intricate code coming to life with lights and the base it connected to thrummed. Materials rearranging into familiar but transformed polygons that blinked back at them with life ... until settling back down on the ground still.
Hm...almost. Turo nodded and looked back at Lusamine finally with resolve.
" And I suppose only the enlightened can hold steadfast the future then; you and I. " He does acknowledge the incredible feat the Aether Foundation and its president was. " We'll have to make it count for everyone else then as their founding engineers. Don't you agree? "
#inbox. » .010 ✦#aetherceuse#fine. you can peak into the specimen cage#dont match length lol turo is just having a mad scientist moment(tm)
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closed starter - brynjar & odessa
@1910560
Dessie was used to being able to collect herbs wherever she wandered. So long as it wasn't in someone's garden or fields she rarely encountered problems. The little time that she spent in estate had been similar. Anything she could not gather would be paid for and delivered to the door of her noble patroness. But in Scotland, it was not so simple. She could gather what she needed from the courtyards and fields, but the gardens were usually off limits. There was also the viking camps, which she had to ask permission to enter, for her own safety.
Odessa was passing by the camps when she spotted a large patch of meadow fern. It would be gone within a few weeks and she could certainly use more of it in her stores. She looked around for a moment but did not see anyone in the camp to ask permission. She waited, a bit impatiently for a moment, for any signs of life or movement around the camp but saw none. Sighing to herself, she crossed the threshold near one of the tents and began to gather the plant. Hearing rustling behind her, she turned at the noise and began to explain herself. "I just came to collect the shrub. I am a healer, I mean no harm." She paused, her heart pounding a little in her chest. "Please, you can check my basket if you do not believe me."
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@filmdesque: weed is better. i'm off alcohol.
this warrants a frown on felix's face, brows knitted with a familiar a kicked puppy expression as he lowers the beer he'd been offering jonathan. "you saying you're 'off' it kinda implies there was a problem. and alcohol is the most socially acceptable substance to abuse, mate. was there a problem?" felix needles gently, careful not to overstep a boundary as he takes jonathan's suggestion into consideration and retrieves an innocuous looking ziploc with some rolled joints from the nightstand beside his bed. he grins impishly, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet as he offers jonathan a neatly rolled joint. "i get an earful everytime i go home just for the smell of cigarette smoke. haven't quite figured out to get rid of the smell of skunk weed, either," he admits with a forlorn sigh. if jonathan has any tips for that, he's all ears -- frankly tired of getting lectured.
#filmdesque#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟏 ⠀ ／ ⠀i just died in your arms tonight. it must’ve been something you said.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱.／ ⠀ replies.#/ jst boys bonding over substance abuse ... hope this is ok !! u dont have to match length
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@aurorabaystarter
Location: The Marketplace
Open!
There was something homely about the whole thing, she supposed. A sort of small town vibe that was hard to recreate in the big cities, not that she had ever wanted too. Skyscrapers and penthouses had suited her just fine for a long time. Siobhan eyed a stand of seashell necklaces and a gruesome little box of hollowed out crab shells, and wished she was anywhere else.
Maine had been different. Maine was where her family had been so the town had never seemed off to her. Now it did. Her rose coloured glasses hadn’t so much as been removed, as they had been taken right of the end of her nose and smashed into pieces. She hated it all, right down to the distant sound of the ocean.
She sighed, tossing her head and patting the ends of the slick red bob back into place. She idled in front of another stall, selling dulce and more naff seashell crafts. Siobhan picked up a crude ring with a conch shell glued to the front and rolled her eyes.
“How Ugly...” it was half a sneer, she was doing little to hide her contempt of the whole damn place at this point. Beside her, people began to stop so she turned to the nearest and gave them her most polite but pointed of smiles “-tell me something, does this scream ‘this was my first seaside vacation; to you as well?”
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closed starter for @jasperbaratheon
( following the scene on the dancefloor during the live event ! )
'you know i would rather be dancing with you than any princess in the realm.'
what a farce, she thought, a scoff ripping from her throat as slippered feet drew her further away from the celebrations in favor of returning to her chambers.
for a man claiming he wanted nothing to do with his arranged marriage ; that the heart rarely followed the path of duty, he'd certainly wasted no time completely dropping her in favor of the stark princess. departing from the velaryon woman without so much as a word. that was, perhaps, what hurt the most. rhaenys had spent years eating up the words he'd spoken to her — believing him so wholeheartedly that witnessing the emptiness of them had shifted her world on its axis.
she was spiraling, rhaenys distantly noted. the subtle shaking of her fingers before they were balled into fists at her side ; the agonizing ache in her chest ; the distinct dampness of tears on her cheeks. she felt like a fool for allowing her heart liberties. for allowing hopes of romance to cloud her vision and distort reality.
never had she been one to flee ( choosing to face adversaries head on ) — but now it was all she could focus on ; putting as much distance between herself and the disappointing realization behind her. she'd mentioned lys to harrion so off handedly — but the option seemed golden. distance may not be a solution to a broken heart, but it would help ( better than to watch the man she loved marry another ).
rhaenys was in the midst of trying to formulate some sort of plan ( which was no better than grasping at straws, given how jumbled her thoughts were ) when the call of her name tugged at the corner of her mind. she'd been keen to ignore it, but when another attempt was made, this time closer, her consciousness seemed to roar back to the present. she wished to ignore him, but jaspers' strides were far longer than her own, and they were still a distance from her chambers. he'd catch her long before they reached her destination and the very last thing she wanted to do was see him, let alone speak with him.
"eman daorun naejot ivestragon ao!" i have nothing to say to you! she snapped, whirling on her heel to stare at him. "jikagon arlī naejot aōha dārilaros." go back to your princess.
#rhae & jasper 005#rhaenys velaryon — * chats#rhaenys velaryon & jasper baratheon — * chats#me skipping the gif because i dont have one thats emotional enough? yes#dont feel you need to match length - the muse just took me on a trip
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A PART OF HER WAS DEFINITELY NERVOUS, but she knew proper feedback would help her so, SO MUCH in the long run. For as much as she appreciated all the love and support that the other villagers would give her... it was almost as if she could do no wrong in their eyes. And honestly, it dismayed her as time went on, especially when she actually wanted some proper advice for something.
And so she had been THRILLED, when they had offered to actually watch her sing and dance. The little girl having eventually shared her little dream of singing and performing to her guest that day. Whilst they chatted and ate a humble yet delicious meal of rice and stew at her little home... A simple conversation of one another's' going ons would somehow lead to this, and honestly Itsuki couldn't be happier at this rare opportunity!
Needless to say, there was most certainly A LOT that she would have to work and improve on. With the little one's SINGING going OFF-KEY more than handful of times, and her DANCING being almost NO DIFFERENT to how she ran and FOUGHT ON THE BATTLEFIELD itself... Needless to say, she was anything but graceful.
... but that was why she needed their honest opinion! And suggestions on what she can do after this to make it all better! Itsuki had been working on all of this all on her very own, and had little to no aid, save for a few stray songs and performances she'd been so lucky to hear or watch of others...
Ending her musical number in a little TADA! pose, Itsuki was noticeably out of breath by the end of it. Already quietly noting to herself that she would take off her arm and leg guards BEFORE performing next time. And as beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her flushed face, Itsuki couldn't help but beam with pride. Proud that she had FINALLY tried out this very special little thing of hers that she had planned for quite some time-- to someone who would be honest with her.
"S-So... whadya think? An' be honest, now!"
#❄️ OPEN STARTER ❄️#❄️ THREADS ❄️#(For the first time in nearly a decade... I have done an open starter 8'))#(FOR MUTUALS BTW)#(I was gonna reblog a meme but thought I'd save that for until I finished answering a few more old ones uaeauwa)#(BUT YES!!! Support her-- be blunt with her AWUHEWA!!!)#(Itsuki absolutely needs some proper feedback if she wants to make her dreams of performing a reality 😭)#(Also I think this works as a great bonding activity especially if you have become like a parental or sibling figure to her so--)#(I LOOK FORWARD TO ANYONE THAT WISHES TO RESPOND TO THIS 👀)#(ALSO DONT WORRY ABOUT MATCHING LENGTHS EITHER!)
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where: Joe's seaside cabin, Starlight Cove
with: Omari Jackson ( @omarisjcksons )
It was the sound of the waves and a throbbing head that Joe woke up to in his new bed. He was in the middle of renovating his kitchen, but that didn't mean he couldn't finally have a proper bed, with a bedframe, a headboard and a mattress. He'd even treated himself to a new duvet, pillows, covers and sheets. He was glad to finally have a proper bed, but he wasn't glad for this hangover...
He got up with a soft groan, throwing off the duvet and wandering into the kitchen for a glass of water. The morning was chilly, especially since he had no clothes or pyjamas on. It was only when he came back into the bedroom that he noticed the lump under his duvet and a person's head on the other pillow. "...Oh." He said softly, taking a much-needed drink.
He'd met a guy at a bar after matching with him on Grindr. They'd gotten on well enough, and ended up back here, tipsy and horny. The rest of the night came to him in flashes and he let out a small sigh as he put his water down on the bedside table, and went back into the kitchen for another glass for... What was his name again?
Omari. He remembered as he looked down at the younger man's face, leaning over him and placing the glass of water on the window shelf that acted as his bedside table, the bed right up against the wall.
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everyone is legally obligated to look at my header. @airborneice said limogen real
#everyone say thank you bex for singlehandedly making sure i have seasonal blog layouts. legendary#dont get me started on how she matched the bg to my blogs color and it looks so sweet and pretty#their faces are so good. im such a fan of bexs style its so cute and round and nice to look at and soft and u just wanna hug it#i want to put them in my pocket#obsessed with how she did imogens scars!!!!!!!!!!!+!+ bex ive already told u this but oh my gosh she looks so cute#the height difference... imogens hair length is so Right to me i cant explain it. she just looks so good#my loves my faves#god bless bex 'mulch man lover' waddles-ex-machina shes one of a kind#my post
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