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sorry for going blank 😔 life has been a little busy and probably won’t be any less busy for the next couple of weeks or so but ! ! it’s also slow season so i’ll probably be working less which will maybe make my brain less fried out from generally existing and give me more brain power to be productive

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i’ll be around on friday n most of next week <3 work usually leaves my brain fried but i’m trying to finish all of my verses for primary &&. secondary muses before the weekend. 🙂‍↕️ i’m planning on watching s2 of nocturne soon so everyone might also get silly castlevania verses to combat the urge of logging back into my main multi ( and having to inevitably revamp it ) for the sake of looking at my trevor n lenore muses

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PROMPTS FROM WICKED *  assorted dialogue from the screenplay, adjust as necessary

it's good to see me, isn't it?

no need to respond. that was rhetorical.

because there has been so much rumor and speculation... innuendo, outuendo... let me set the record straight.

why does wickedness happen?

that's a good question.

like every family, they had their secrets.

one thing led to another, as it so often does.

i'm right here. i always will be.

you want to see something wonderful?

what have you done this time?

now you've made your sister cry.

you see... it couldn't have been easy.

as you can imagine, i have much to attend to.

is it true you were her friend?

you must understand, it was... a long time ago.

remember, it's not goodbye, it's farewell.

they're going to miss me so much.

you know what i believe? strangers are just people i've never met.

what? what are you staring at? do i have something in my teeth?

let's get this over with.

i for one am sorry that you're forced to live with this.

it's my intention to major in sorcery.

perhaps i could help.

offering to help someone you don't know with a skill you don't have. i'm sure everyone's duly impressed.

i could care less what other people think.

i doubt that's true.

i'll miss you.

if anything should happen to her...

you can of course come visit me whenever you want!

how tragically beautiful you are.

i just need to find my room.

this was my chance. my new start.

magic is merely the mind's attempt to wrap itself around the impossible.

i shall tutor you privately.

thank you for covering for me.

how long have you had this talent?

if you can learn to use your powers in the right way...

do you really think this is fair?

i'm just shutting the door.

i saved you some space, by the way.

how did you do it? tell me.

i can keep a secret.

some of us are different.

we cannot escape the past.

the past helps explain our present circumstances.

who is responsible for this?

it's all right. i have no friends.

once you learn to harness your emotions, the sky's the limit.

this is much bigger than just some words on a chalkboard.

is this how you go through life, running amok, nearly trampling anyone in your path?

i guess there's a first time for everything.

were you looking for something? or someone?

i met the rudest person last night.

what do you do for fun around here?

i would do anything for you.

it was nothing. i love helping others.

i'm about to have the happiest night of my life!

i don't follow.

what's in the punch?

i don't feel sorry for you! you're great!

my personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes.

i hope you prove me wrong. i doubt you will.

i can't watch.

it's not like it's your fault.

may i cut in?

that was your very first party?

you tell me a secret.

you really don't have to do that.

i can't wear things like that anyway.

pink goes good with green.

i'm afraid it's out of our hands.

you're not being told the whole story.

somebody's got to do something!

you think i'm really stupid, don't you.

you don't need to be scared of me.

you think i want to be this way?

so i should just keep my mouth shut? is that what you're saying?

you're bleeding.

this is your chance to make good.

i've heard so much about you.

i am changing my name.

don't you cry. you're going to have the wonderfullest time.

something bad is happening to them. they need you.

what did i tell you?

you've known all along... from the moment you met me.

you must trust me.

that's why i need you.

i meant every word about you having a home here.

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𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from a search on goodread's keywords for royal court, intrigue, arranged marriages and politics. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.some of these might be suggestive.

“Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.”

“You don't know a woman until you've met her in court.”

“A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.”

"And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?"

"That's a question rarely asked here at court."

“Some people will hate you for not loving them.”

“Court games aren't fair. They don't judge men by their worth, and they aren't about what's just. Guilty men can hold power their whole lives and be wept for when they pass. Innocent men can be spent like coins because it's convenient.”

“I hated him but I ached for him. I hated him in the way that you could only hate someone you had loved.”

“I think there’s a part of me that calls to you. And a part of you that calls back.”

“Now the Court's heart is yours and yours alone. Let's break it.”

“People can't be changed by writ or transformed by court decree.”

“There is no playacting in this court. If you stay your hand, they will cut it off.”

“He was a man with a vision- and an extraordinary vision it was..”

“I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.”

“Power does not pardon, power punishes.”

“Listen! The court jester's cap and bells. The King is coming!”

“They all come innocent in court.”

“Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?”

"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground."

"A lion does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep."

"The crown must always outweigh the heart."

"Heavy is the head that wears the crown."

"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."

"A wise king never seeks out war, but he must always be ready for it."

"The council exists to serve the realm, not the other way around."

"True power lies not in who wields the sword, but in who commands it to be drawn."

"A king is not his crown, nor his throne, but the strength of his people."

"A court full of whispers is more dangerous than a battlefield of swords."

"Loyalty in politics is a fleeting mirage, shimmering brightest when least sincere."

"A ruler's greatest enemy is not the assassin’s blade, but the silence of their allies."

"Do not mistake a bowed head for submission; it often conceals sharpened fangs."

"To rule is to lie as artfully as one builds castles."

"A crown’s weight is not measured in gold, but in the decisions that haunt the wearer."

"The wolf who thrives in the court learns to hunt without claws."

"Victory in politics is not in silencing enemies, but in convincing them to cheer your name."

"A kingdom divided by ambition is a kingdom that bleeds."

"Every courtier is an actor; every throne room, a stage. Trust no applause."

"The dragon chooses the ruler, not the other way around."

"Only a fool thinks the crown is the prize; the crown is merely the burden."

"The gods grant kings their thrones, but it is their people who keep them seated."

"Beware the court jester; behind his laughter hides the sharpest dagger."

"The council meets not for the king’s wisdom, but to manipulate his ignorance."

"A queen with no enemies is either very cunning or already a pawn."

"The throne does not demand blood; it demands souls."

"A mage’s loyalty is never to the crown, only to the power it promises."

"The crown’s shadow stretches far, but it is often the brightest light that blinds the ruler."

"Kings die, queens fade, but the spider’s web of politics endures."

"A court without ambition is a garden without weeds—an illusion of peace."

"The strongest alliances are forged not in loyalty, but in shared hatred."

"A ruler’s greatest ally is their enemy, for it is they who sharpen the blade of ambition."

"Never trust the man who smiles too much; his tongue is as sharp as his knife."

"A kingdom ruled by fear is a kingdom waiting for rebellion."

"The moment a ruler ceases to listen is the moment they begin to fall."

"In the court, truth is a rare currency, spent only when lies will not suffice."

"The scepter may command armies, but it is the ink of treaties that conquers kingdoms."

"A wise ruler keeps their enemies closer not out of trust, but out of necessity."

"The court is a sea of masks; those who wear none are either the wisest or the most foolish."

Arranged Marriages and Political Unions

"Marriages are not made in hearts but in treaties."

"A wedding is but a battlefield draped in silk and flowers."

"To wed for love is folly; to wed for power is survival."

"The altar is the throne’s crueler cousin, binding hearts to duty, not desire."

"They said 'I do' with chains in their eyes and kingdoms on their lips."

"A marriage forged in politics is stronger than any love match, for ambition is eternal."

"She was a queen in name, but a pawn in her husband’s game."

"A crown weighs heavier when shared with someone you cannot love."

"A union of kingdoms is worth a thousand broken hearts."

"The dowry may buy the match, but it cannot buy loyalty."

Tournaments and Honor

"In the lists, honor gleams as brightly as gold, but only blood wins the crowd."

"A knight who rides for glory often finds himself galloping toward ruin."

"The tilt is not for love or honor, but for whispers in the court that outlive the day."

"His lance shattered in her name, but his heart broke for another."

"Tournaments are not won in the lists but in the favors of those who watch."

"Every lance broken in the tourney echoes as a promise in the court."

"The champion wears the laurel, but the king claims the victory."

"He fought for her token, but she gave her heart to another."

"Beneath the clash of swords lies the unspoken battle of alliances."

"The arena smells of sweat and steel, but the court reeks of treachery and roses."

Arranged Marriages and Political Unions

"Marriages are not made in hearts but in treaties."

"A wedding is but a battlefield draped in silk and flowers."

"To wed for love is folly; to wed for power is survival."

"The altar is the throne’s crueler cousin, binding hearts to duty, not desire."

"They said 'I do' with chains in their eyes and kingdoms on their lips."

"A marriage forged in politics is stronger than any love match, for ambition is eternal."

"She was a queen in name, but a pawn in her husband’s game."

"A crown weighs heavier when shared with someone you cannot love."

"A union of kingdoms is worth a thousand broken hearts."

"The dowry may buy the match, but it cannot buy loyalty."

Tournaments and Honor

"In the lists, honor gleams as brightly as gold, but only blood wins the crowd."

"A knight who rides for glory often finds himself galloping toward ruin."

"The tilt is not for love or honor, but for whispers in the court that outlive the day."

"His lance shattered in her name, but his heart broke for another."

"Tournaments are not won in the lists but in the favors of those who watch."

"Every lance broken in the tourney echoes as a promise in the court."

"The champion wears the laurel, but the king claims the victory."

"He fought for her token, but she gave her heart to another."

"Beneath the clash of swords lies the unspoken battle of alliances."

"The arena smells of sweat and steel, but the court reeks of treachery and roses."

Forbidden Matches and Love

"Their love was a spark that could burn kingdoms."

"He kissed her in shadows, where neither crowns nor duty could find them."

"Love born in defiance is the most fragile and the most dangerous."

"They spoke vows in secret, knowing their houses spoke oaths of blood."

"Their love was an act of war, their union a rebellion in itself."

"No gate is high enough, no lock strong enough, to keep out a desperate heart."

"She gave him her heart, though her father demanded her hand for another."

"They met under stars they could never share."

"In the court of lies, their love was the only truth."

"He was her greatest sin, and she his only redemption."

Enemies and Betrayals

"She married her enemy, and yet the battlefield never left her mind."

"He took her hand in marriage but held a dagger in the other."

"A kiss from an enemy is sweeter when it hides a blade."

"The wedding feast was a truce; the bridal chamber, a battlefield."

"Two houses united, two hearts divided."

"His bride wore a smile, but her vows spoke treachery."

"They danced at the feast, each step a calculated move in their game of thrones."

"To wed an enemy is to hold a viper to your breast."

"The crown decreed their union; the gods wept in protest."

"She called him ‘husband,’ but he called her ‘traitor.’"

Duty vs. Desire

"A prince must follow duty; a man must follow his heart. Rarely do the two paths meet."

"She wore the crown, but her heart wore chains."

"The court demanded heirs; the heart demanded freedom."

"A ruler has no time for love, only alliances."

"She longed for the knight, but the crown chose the king."

"His heart burned for her, but his hand burned for power."

"To love her was treason; to lose her was death."

"The heart’s rebellion is the crown’s greatest enemy."

"He gave his life for his kingdom, and his heart to the wrong woman."

"Love is the luxury of those who do not rule."

Mystery and Magic in Romance

"Her kiss was a spell that no mage could undo."

"The stars themselves envied their forbidden love."

"The prophecy foretold their love would unite the realm, or destroy it."

"He wore the amulet she gave him, a reminder of what he had lost."

"Their love was cursed by gods and envied by mortals."

"The magic of their love defied the will of kings."

"She dreamed of him every night, though her magic forbade her to touch him."

"Their hearts spoke a language even dragons could not silence."

"In her eyes, he saw the storm that would reshape the realm."

"He was a knight, she a sorceress; their love was as doomed as it was eternal."

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

��� o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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PROMPTS FROM FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE *  assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary

whatever happens, you can't fall in love with me.

promise you'll come and save me.

we need to make the most of the time we have... to live our lives the way we wanna live. every minute, every moment, matters.

i'm glad i met you, [name]. i really am.

i'm grateful for all the words we've shared, for all the moments and the memories.

you've made me more happy than you know.

there's a much bigger threat.

i just want to do everything in my power to help.

can i come?

then it's a date!

a long time ago i used to sell flowers here.

go. follow your heart.

i'm not some princess who needs to be coddled.

sorry i'm late.

this calls for a song.

this is a one time gig. when it's done, we're done.

survival can be a matter of luck or skill. and you can't rely on luck.

if it feels wrong, don't do it.

i'm a light sleeper.

when we were kids, everybody wanted to be a soldier. by the time i made it in, they didn't need heroes anymore.

i'm not cut out for this crap.

quit acting like you know me.

you have to look at the bigger picture here.

nothing worth fighting for was ever won without sacrifice.

hold onto this.

a good man who serves a great evil is not without sin.

i'm a man of modest dreams.

answer me!

would kill for a shower.

i'll be fine. you've seen how much ass i can kick.

it's kinda funny. us going our separate ways, thinking that must be it... that we'd never meet again... and then here of all places we do.

deep down, you're a pretty nice guy.

they took everything from us. again.

i don't care! i don't want anyone else to die, please!

we should totally celebrate!

i'm sick of this! i'm sick of all of this!

are you ignoring me again?

what's with you all of a sudden? like you're losing that hard edge.

you can't do this.

you gotta be better than this if you're gonna play the hero.

is it our destiny to defy destiny?

i am what you see before you. nothing more.

you are too weak to save anyone. not even yourself.

those who look with clouded eyes see nothing but shadows.

that was then, this is now.

you have failed again.

through suffering you will grow stronger. isn't that what you want?

do you fear me?

do you dream of me?

you're not real. you're dead.

you should rest up while you can.

can't sleep?

i heard footsteps.

sorry. didn't mean to wake you.

it kinda feels like i've gone back to my childhood home.

everyone dies eventually.

do i get a say in all this?

i'm coming for you.

did you miss me?

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hotd verse mare is so pro rhaenyra . . she kinda dgaf abt any of the royals bc FUCK THEM but during the dance i fear she definitely fights for the blacks ( i'm still figuring out the details of it all :p ) but mare's beef w boy kings who are sculpted by their mother's ( and grandfather's in this case ) hands and attempts to grab at power absolutely does transcend universes idk. she says fuck aegon ii rights

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touches pool. i miss my babies from the lunar chronicles

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trying not to overwhelm myself too much because that’s when i get stressed and go inactive for half a year but <3 i will rb some memes today after work to get some more stuff going

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managed to do two whole things in one day 🙂‍↕️ that means it’s time for me to clock out of tumblr for the night 🚶‍➡️

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a   dragon   flying   overhead   had   marked   the   arrival   of   the   young   prince   jacaerys , though it was only the lack of fire being rained down on winterfell that marked his arrival as peaceful. peaceful as it was , a prince of the realm arriving unannounced , as compared to at least sending a raven , has an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. he had rushed to make himself presentable ⸻ though he was skilled with a sword , he would not allow his senses to grow dull by not keeping up with his training. he had figured that it would be rude to meet with him when his hair was still stiff and plastered to his forehead with sweat.

when the wooden door creaks open and the prince steps through , cregan finds himself straightening up further , head dipped in a nod of respect. he's clean now , adorned in thick furs that help combat the permanent chill of the north , though he has certainly grown used to it. eyebrows furrow almost imperceptibly as he takes in the sight of jacaerys , looking like grief personified. his gaze lingers on the prince's bloodshot eyes , the   way   his   misery   seems   to   weigh   down   on   him   as   though   it's   a   physical   force.

the lord of winterfell is silent for a long moment in the aftermath , expressionless as he processes the information revealed. a raven had not reached the north yet , not one detailing the death of king viserys neither one detailing the murder of the young prince lucerys in the first spilled blood in what will no doubt be a gruesome war.

after a minute , he rises to his feet , ever the imposing   figure but he means no harm even as he takes a hesitant step forward. he heaves a sigh often reserved for men far beyond his own age. “ my   prince , ” he begins , and the sympathy in stormy hues is one that would be hard to fake. “ you have my condolences. navigating two devastating losses in such a . . . trying time must be more difficult than i could ever fathom. ”

his eyes remain focused on him , the anguish that seems to envelop him like a cold embrace. years later , the loss of his own younger brother is a wound that has not quite healed , and he fears it will still be raw and bleeding even when he draws in his final breath. he   knows   the   pain   all   too   well , though jacaerys' might be a different wound altogether. he remembers a time where his own reflection appeared so young , so lost , so broken. something within him seems to soften at the sight of it , a   coil   winding   tightly   around   his   heart.

“ i can assure you , the north does not forget our oaths so easily. my loyalties lie where my father's did ⸻ with   your   mother. ” starks are honorable if nothing else , and he would rather fall upon his greatsword than dishonor the oaths that had been sworn , ones that had recognized the princess rhaenrya as the rightful heir of the throne. he hopes that his reassurance can ease even a fraction of the weight on his shoulders.

having seemingly forgotten himself , cregan shifts to gesture for him to take a seat , making sure to call for a servant to bring extra furs. he   must   be   freezing. “ come , my prince , take a seat. i'm sure you must be exhausted. ”

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The raven had been there when he'd arrived to White Harbour - perhaps Daemon had assumed he would have departed the Vale by the time the news reached there, and sent it to his second stop. His mother had departed Dragonstone, to try and find the body of his murdered little brother, and Jacaerys was meant to return home immediately, forgoing the final two parts of his mission - White Harbour and Winterfell. There is a split second when he considers it - Jacaerys Velaryon has never been anything less than a dutiful son - but he cannot obey this direct order to return. If they do not secure these alliances, then his brother died for nothing, did he not? It does not make it easy. He manages in White Harbour, to swallow the grief, sending a raven to return to Dragonstone that he plans to finish delivering his mother's messages, ensuring the alliances they so desperately needed. The Vale and White Harbour had been simple, and he had hardly been gone from home less than a week. The longest flight was to Winterfell - it would take over a day to get there, no matter how few times they stopped to rest. Vermax had never flown such a great length, and with a distraught rider on the dragon's back, it would be more difficult. Three days had passed since he had gotten the message, and now, he was waiting for the Lord of Winterfell to meet with him. He had slept little, eaten less, and he is fairly certain he is incapable of crying any further, hopes that is the truth at least. At White Harbour, they had read the raven, knew the reason for his melancholy, but here? The news would not have reached the North before he had, if it was sent at all. At best, a raven might have arrived just as he had, either addressed to him (sent ahead, in case he had already departed for the North), or sent as a reply to his own. In either case, he does not know if the news of his brother's death is known here, and he has no reason to bring it up. As difficult as it is to swallow down the loss for now, as fresh as the news is, he is here for one reason. He needs to ensure the newest Lord of Winterfell remembers the oaths of his predecessors - and while all know that no one knows a Stark to forget an oath, he is there to secure it, along with any men they might be able to spare to the cause. War will reign over Westeros, and Luke will not be the only loss if they are not successful, and quickly.

When the door opens, he clears his throat, ready to speak. "Lord Stark." He nods his head, has no idea how he appears. He has been traveling, flying for over a day, and most of that time allowing himself to grieve, so that he might be able to swallow his sorrow here. He must look tired, certain his eyes are red, but that is irrelevant. "I do not know if the news has reached Winterfell yet, but King Viserys is dead." His grief might be explained with that: after all, Viserys is his grandsire, but it is false coin, and he will not lead with deception here.

"I was sent here by my mother, Queen Rhaenrya. There were oaths sworn, nearly two decades ago, towards her being named heir, but her brother has usurpsed the throne. I came as an envoy, just to see where the North lies with their previously sworn oaths." How he has managed those words without his voice cracking, he does not know, but he is relieved by that much at least. "Already, war is brewing in the south. My brother --- " He looks down, shaking his head, clearing his throat once more: he must get through this. " --- He has already been killed, by another of my Uncle's, in the name of this war. The news met me at White Harbour, before I came here. I do not know the details, other than that his death is also the loss of the alliance at Storm's End. Borros has not remembered or honored the oaths of his father." There is an unspoken question, and while he is aware he has said much in the past couple of minutes, he needs to know the answer. He is exhausted, sure Vermax is too, but they will depart at the first sign of danger. Would Lord Stark remembered his family's oath towards Rhaenyra, or would they bend the knee to the Usurper?

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₍ ⠀ UNREAL UNEARTH. ⠀ ╎ ⠀ *͟𓉸 ྀ ⠀₎ ↷↷

silence stretches awkwardly between brother   and   sister but any time words seem to surface to the tip of his tongue , they drift away before he can manage to voice them aloud. violet hues dart over to her occasionally from above the rim of his wine goblet , brows furrowing as he seems to search her face. she always looks so . . . passive , as if she's looking at him while simultaneously looking through him. or perhaps she's looking into him : maybe she's seeing the way his heart seems to thump against its cage as it begs to be set free , sees the arbor red that has grown sticky in his veins. maybe   she   sees   every   horrid  ,     monstrous   part   of   him   that   their   mother   has   seen   in   him   since   he   came   into   the   world   with   a   shrill   cry.

his skin crawls at the thought and aegon quickly glances away. with a clenched jaw and the gold of his goblet biting into the roughened skin of his palm , his gaze falls on where jaehaera and jaehaerys sit on the floor of helaena's chambers , wooden carvings of dragons in hand as they play with one another. their hushed babbling &. the occasional giggle fills the otherwise silent room , and something almost uncomfortable twists in his chest. he does not often find himself here , busying himself with entertaining the children ⸻ especially not in helaena's presence.

what   a   happy   family   they   make  , he thinks to himself , but even his thoughts manage to carry a bitter edge to them. his sister , his wife , his mirror sits across from him with deft fingers working away at embroidering one of her newest gowns , and all he can think about is how she feels more like a stranger than anything else on most days. he wonders , vaguely , if perhaps things would be different if he hadn't spent his childhood despising her for receiving all of the coddling that he never did.

↳ @iccarian said : “ we didn't get it right , but we did our best. ” / from helaena.

helaena's voice , sudden and unexpected and as soft as a spring breeze , snaps him out of it. some part of him hadn't been expecting her to even acknowledge his unusual presence here. she   so   hardly   does. he redirects his gaze back to her , finding her own looking at him with a clarity that is so rarely present. he blinks for a moment , shocked , before letting out a snort that's more self - deprecating than it is amused.

“ there's no need to give me any of the credit , ” he mutters under his breath , eyes landing on the children once more. they're so . . small , so fragile. young and carefree and oblivious in a way he feels he never was. he should consider it a miracle that they inherited all of his sister's softness and none of his jagged edges. how   long   before   his   poison   spreads   to   them  ,     too  ? perhaps that's why he stays so far away from them , he tells himself on the rare nights where his guilt makes the wine taste sour on his tongue. he has only ever known venomous words and a mother's love through the sting of her slap. they're better off in helaena's care , better off in hands that only know gentleness and love. suddenly restless in his seat , he shifts once more , busying himself with a long , slow swig of wine.

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i hesitantly added haymitch to my test muses ( my discord greatness will soon see the light of day ) and then a snippet from sunrise on the reaping dropped this morning. it has done awful things to my brain

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working on verses today . . trust 🤞

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working on verses today . . trust 🤞

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nesta nearly winces at the sight of him practically dragging himself upwards to prop himself up against the headboard ; a nearly imperceptible wrinkle of her nose and the downward twist of her lips. it's   gone   as   quickly   as   it   came , instead setting about slipping in through the doorway she'd been lingering in. it clicks shut softly behind her and she finds herself settling on the edge of the bed , the mattress dipping slightly beneath her weight.

she watches him with an almost critical eye as he shifts to place his head in her lap. against her better judgement , her free hand raises as if on instinct to press the back to the clammy skin of his forehead. it lingers for a long moment before she finds herself brushing dark tendrils back from his face , her touch oddly gentle in a way she so often thinks herself incapable of , and something   once   coiled   around   her   heart   seems   to   loosen as she allows herself to exhale a relieved sigh.

“ don't worry , you've certainly smelled worse. ” she tries for her usual bite , though falls slightly short ; sickness , in general , makes her stomach churn and her skin crawl. it reminds her of some of her earliest years , spent tucked at her mother's side , dabbing cool cloths to her overheated skin. nesta remembers watching her grow thinner until her bones protruded in a sickly manner , remembers watching the life and color drain from her face until   she   looked   like   a   ghost   far   before   her   heart   had   ever   stopped   beating.

she can feel the way kaladin's chest rises as he inhales deeply before extricating himself from her hold , and the reminder that he is at least very   much   alive seems to draw her out from the thoughts she'd spiraled into. good. if kaladin stormblessed could persevere through all he has only for a common cold to be the final straw , she'd find a way to curse   him   in   death for being so damn infuriating.

“ well , my muscles ache constantly , so i imagine i'm doing something right. ” free hand slips easily into the one extended out towards her , rising to her feet a moment later. the wince is not lost on her , so she's content with walking at a slower pace as feeling returns to his limbs. “ though , i will say , i do miss my sparring partner , ” she continues with a squeeze to his hand and the hint of a smile beginning to tug at her lips ; a hint of affection lingering beneath the surface that she doesn't dare to truly acknowledge. “ i'm afraid i have yet to find anyone who's as good   of   a   match for me. ”

𓏲𓏲 caring for the sick. 𖥻 ᥲᥴᥴᥱρtɩᥒɠ .. ☄︎ ، you look like hell. ᝰ @bledanew ⨾ nesta to kaladin .ᐟ              

kaladin  has  to  bite  back  the  smile  that  threatens  to  appear  on  his  tiers.  nesta  was  a  lovely  thing;  his  fondness  had  grown  exponentially,  though  she  could  be  abrasive  and,  to  some,  offensive  ⸺  he  drowns  in  that  static  of  sentiments.     ❝  ness,  ❞  he  acknowledges,  attempting  to  sit  up  and  finding  that  the  room  spins  in  his  periphery.  sylphrena  sits  quietly  on  the  sill  of  his  window,  staring  out  at  the  expanse  beyond;  urithiru  was  home  to  them  all  now.  he  was  thankful,  at  the  very  least,  to  have  someplace  to  his  own  and  with  the  woman  settling  on  the  edge  of  the  mattress,  he  was  glad  for  the  closed  door  sequestering  them  so  no  one  could  witness  the  softening  of  the  man  they  all  called  stormblessed.   a  rough  hand  brushes  wild,  damp  curls  from  his  forehead;  the  shash  brand  that  marked  him  was  once  a  symbol  of  shame  but  now  .     .     .  it  was  a  symbol  of  his  redemption.  he  blows  out  a  breath,  and  the  huff  of  wind  catches  syl's  attention  and  she  walks  across  the  air  to  settle  close,  perching  upon  his  shoulder  so  she  could  lean  into  him.  nesta  speaks  and  he  almost  laughs.  of  course  that'd  be  the  first  thing  she  says  and  he  didn't  doubt  that  she  was  right.  it'd  been  awhile  since  he  was  unwell  but  hm,  he  supposes  stormlight  can't  cure  everything.  ❝  yeah.  I  probably  need  to  bathe,  ❞  he  admits.  it's  a  bit  embarrassing  to  consider  ⸺  that  he  is  filthy  in  her  presence.  it  is  such  that  shamespren  fall  about  him  like  red  -  and  -  white  flower  petals.  it  does  not,  however,  stop  him  from  dragging  himself  from  beneath  blankets  to  shift,  placing  his  head  in  her  lap  as  syl  floats  upward  on  an  unseen  current.  an  exhale;  eyes  close  for  just  a  moment  before  he  finally forces  himself  to  sit  up  straight.  despite  him  being  unwell,  he  is  a  tower  in  comparison  to  her  ⸺  though,  it  should  be  noted  that  nesta  was  in  no  way  petite.  he  liked  that  about  her;  the  attitude,  the  strength,  that  smile  that's  sharp  as  a  blade.  bare  feet  against  the  stone  of  the  tower  makes  him  wince as sensation returns to his limbs once he's standing.  a  hand  is  proffered  to  her,  if  only  to  be  assisted  to  the  washroom  ⸺  she  needn't  stay.  ❝  how  has  training  been  going?  ❞   is queried quietly, an affectionate glance being shot down at her. ❝ not that I've ever worried about you. you can take care of yourself. ❞

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okay so. now that the holiday szn is over i will finally be here methinks