#♔. interactions.

[ask-regina]

@askcnightingale​​ replies to this: 

Did my sister just seemingly hint at a possible want for a white gown in the future?

..... well, it doesn’t have to be white.

[madefrank]

thinking about all the different types of vampires--

please. i need all of them interacting. i need every breed/species of vamp just in the same room like some prayer circle.

[waterydream]

your so, so pretty ! although this might be uhm . . quite particular in nature, id like to ask if you were born with your current appearance ? you kind of remind me vaguely of one of those deep sea jellyfishes that solei once mentioned . .

i hope i can introduce myself to you properly soon, ( only if your welcome to it though ! ) but im in a bit of a rush at the moment . . so sorry !

— subject 028812 . [ otherwise known by classmates as AURIEN ]

The Earth's ocean has been one of my interests for a long time, so I'm glad you know about jellyfish too! There are many more sea creatures in the ocean than just them. I think—to them their ocean's like space... but they're free to go wherever they please. Like birds. . . . No, I wasn't "born" this way.

I'd love to meet you, Aurien, and... Solei(...?) too! I can share some of those Earth stories I've heard with you when you have the time.

[halodoved]

his  little  wings  flap  all  DEJECTED.  he  just  wanted  a  nice,  lovely  day. 

          ❛          the  day  can't  get  worse...  can  it?         ❜

[lightcreators]

@pointofviiew continue from here

He sensed him in this city before the other even made himself known with this stupid question. Holding back to lash out at him but it was clear he was annoyed already. "It won't be so pretty once i punch you in the stupid smug face-" He glared looking around for something to do just that. "If you died one day this city would finally have peace, i would finally have peace."

It was an fatality between each other, the little comfort they both needed, the necessity that every time he was showing up at Ikebukuro, presenting his presence to his long term friend, Heiwajima Shizuo. His day cannot ended beautifully without be an annoyance to him --- whatever if he was commenting amusingly virtually, whatever if it's was physically attempting once more to take down that monster. He should be grateful. With him, the ambiant of the town was amusing, doesn't it ? With him, the uncolored group of Dollars had found a new form of entertainment, in which the creator could entertain himself and escape from his deep boredom ! Playfulness desire had betrayed his features on that day. Wasn't most wonderful moment of their lives that they dared to speak to each other rather normally ? Wasn't this a miracle never expected in this world ? ❝ You've known my smug face so well that you'd be so unhappy not to hear him whisper sweet things, Shizu-chan~ ❞ He mocked with pleasure. He did remembered the time when he ended up wounded by their interactions, which had greatly irritated him, but he was able to move past it. He faked an sad laugh when Shizuo assumed right away he was speaking of his death, mutually watching his surroundings, remaining at long distance. ❝ Who says this town will have peace if I leave, huh ? Isn't that a bit prosperous of you ? Who tells you that you will have peace as you tell me so well, one day, when I can offer it to you personally, that one day, you will have the peace that I wish to give you ? ❞ He mocked once more.

[reinerose]

(⁠✿⁠ ⁠*✿⁠°)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ heart for a starter from margaery ft. @burnnouts

"I   knew   Sansa   when   she   was   at   the   Keep.   I   believe   I   considered   her   a   friend.   As   much   as   one   can   have   friends   in   that   place."   The   Thrice   wed   woman   speaks   with   ease.   She   remembers   how   relieved   the   king's   sister   had   been   when   the   news   she   no   longer   was   betrothed   to   Joffrey   reach   her.   Margaery   would've   carried   that   burden,   but   apparently,   the   Gods   had   other   plans   for   her.   After   this   third   wedding,   and   failed   marriage,   she   is   at   a   loss.   "Unfortunately,   she   escaped   when   Tyrion   was   captured.

  No   news   of   her   but   I   presume   she   might   be   with   Littlefinger.   Not   that   is   pure   safety   but   better   him   than   others.   And   she   is   smart."   She   had   grown   to   become   smarter   through   her   time   there.   Hopefully,   Sansa   is   alive   and   well   somewhere   to   reunite   with   her   brother.   She   too   reunited   with   a   brother   though   the   other,   her   favorite,   her   companion,   had   been   loss   to   the   wildfire.  

"Most   think   of   me   dead   still,   Your   Grace.   I   would   rather   have   it   that   way.   It's   best   Cersei   thinks   her   plan   worked   until   it's   time.   My   brother   is   lord   now,   and   he   will   join   the   North   against   the   Lannisters,   when   the   time   is   right."   Her   brother   Garlan   had   joined   her   in   this   visit,   a   promise   she   would   bring   the   best   the   Reach   has   to   offer   to   the   King   in   the   North.   

[anogarseperzys]

𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓: 002/???

[mundagondarys]

@kastadarias - Would you really have gotten in a fight for me?

THE YOUNG KING GIVES PAUSE , as if the question confuses him. he's so hard to read these days. seeming so distant from the world. perhaps that has something to do with it. his melancholy keeping him from showing jahaera how much she really does mean to him. perhaps more than she could know. the two of them shared a wound from the same sword of familial civil war. trying so desperately to recover from wound they may never truly heal from. ' i would , ' it's not enough. he knows it. it's evident in the sigh from the king. ' i am ... sorry , if my solemnness suggests i would not stand for you as your husband. ' it's small , and comes as quickly as it came , but a small smirk graces his lips.

[viiktorious]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: “no matter how rich and famous you are, you’ll always end up with your dick out on a slab.” / closed starter for @sibylliine ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: damaris' stall !

there's a pause after the words finally register on viktor's mind, it's comical, the way he slowly glances up at her: puppy eyed, almost silently begging her to say she's kidding; and then just BLINKS for a moment. taking it all in at the same time he hopes and prays she's only messing with him. "is that an actual prediction or just, you know, a general warning?" if it's the latter he can deal with it, he thinks. one can never be TOO careful with that part of themselves. if it's a prophetic claim then... he doesn't know what to think. this wasn't even a possibility on his mind when he decided to support damaris.

[madefrank]

ten starters left. ♥ i'll get to them tomorrow/this weekend. going to sleep for now. wishing you all well and good nights/mornings/whatever timezone! drink water and have a snack. mwah.

feel free to send memes though!

[daoriatresy]

@chngluiahfnah gets a starter !

' i must thank you , and the other dragonseeds. ' the decision to open the option to the bastard's of king's landing was a mixed bag when it came to the consequences. claiming a dragon was no safe endeavor. she had been clear and forthcoming in her warning , but even rhaenyra could see where her errors had been made. the lives that could have been spared. once more wondering if her father making her heir was what was doing any good that he had thought it was meant to. but she had to try. she approached on of the new dragon riders. one of the few who had not been apart of the massacre that had happened only the day before. ' what you did was no easy thing. the histories will remember you and the other's successful in songs and stories. and you have my utmost gratitude. '

[ripgray-moved]

okay so like. safe to say i'm glad i watched t.he b.oys. it's fun. this it has some interesting things to say. i'm not in love with it like everybody else seems to be, but i definitely had fun with the series and now that i know what i'm dealing with properly...

GIMME ALL YOUR BOYS MUSES!!!!

[haemuna]

" you are not the only one troubled by all this. " her words are followed by a tired sigh. never in all her days could she imagine the events that had transpired in just few days to happen. but the dragonkeepers walking away from their mother ... that had left the princess rethinking everything. until this point , following her mother's command had been as easy as breathing. but this? the word bastard was far from her thoughts. her concerns lying solely with their way of life effectively coming to an end. when this was all over. would the dragonkeepers return? all of those worries would soon vanish however , upon looking to her brother @worthyheir. no doubt in her mind that this must have been filling him with all sorts of worries upon his future. " have you spoken to mother again? "

[destinedgray]

Time: Early evening Location: Palatine Hill Characters: @alekgray​​ & @destinedgray​​

Whenever it was Nettelia’s turn to guard, Aren could not bring himself to be anywhere near The Pyramid. It wasn’t that it haunted him the way it did Andreas, it wasn’t even Octavian’s nerve-wrecking presense. It was the voices, the sounds of each and every soul that lived there. Each one depended on him and his siblings to guide them, to protect them, and each one wanted something from him. The Archdruid loved them all with every beat of his heart, and yet he could not stand the possibility that one would seek him out within those halls. His heart still weighed heavy with grief and his mind with uncertainty. Evy had grounded him, Nettelia had directed him and the knowledge of his sons had soothed him. But he was not yet healed. And among the druids, he was forced to present a figure of perfect clarity and authority. So he escaped. A former tour guide knew all the moments that certain quiet, lovely places would be closed and free of people. 

Andreas’ knowledge and memories were all available to Aren, easy to dredge up and use selectively. But the feelings, thoughts and emotions that plagued his most recent life were ignored and pushed into the dark. It was easy, if only because Andreas wouldn’t know what to do with himself now and did not fight to be heard. Deep inside, he knew the Destined feared confronting all the weight of what he knew now of his past lives, and then confronting what his brother had done. Every other one of Aren’s lives did not wish to push to get that other part of themselves to understand, not when they could shoulder the burden for him. So his mind was not united, not in the way that his Archdruid siblings’ were. He was not gracefully each and every life that he had once lived, and instead jumped from one mind to the next. Aren knew if he did not embrace every part of himself then he would never be whole in the way that he knew he could be. 

But, for now, Aren believed that he was okay remaining broken. The moments of quiet helped. Palatine Hill was closed for renovations but there were no workers after the workday was over so the Archdruid was alone, content to remain outside but without the hustle of the park. He settled himself among the taller ruins that concealed him, sitting on one of the stones. The birds from around gathered and brought the Archdruid company in the form of gentle chirping, background noise to the thoughts and memories that swirled around in his head. Aren was lost in recollections of a life long gone, one where Oztalun took his hand and guided him. Elbows on his kneels, hands resting on his forehead, Aren let the sensation of grief wash over him. Then the birds stopped chirping. The Archdruid noticed that first before he heard the sound of footsteps. He thought it was likely a worker, but they were approaching him far too quietly.

[reinerose]

@worthyheir wanted a rose with thorns.

"The   Reach   has   not   pledge   to   either   side,   my   Prince.   Unfortunately,   as   much   as   the   Hightowers   are   our   vassals,   they   had   always   desire   more   power   than   intended."   And   no   one   in   the   Reach   wanted   a   war,   truly.   They   remain   mostly   neutral   in   that   war,   though   her   grandmother   had   told   Margaery   that   sooner   or   later   they   will   have   to   pledge   to   someone.   Inactive   nature   is   worse   than   an   active   one,   she   would   say.   But   she   also   wanted   to   see   what   cards   each   one   played.   "If   we   rise   against   them,   it   will   cause   an   inside   war   between   the   Reach   itself,   and   while   Highgarden   is   strong   and   grand,   we   would   not   want   it   tarnished   by   our   bannermen   turn   against   us."  

They   had   received   visit   of   Hightowers   at   the   break   of   the   war   and   they   refused,   send   away   by   the   guards   of   the   gardens   and   her   own   brothers,   but   even   then,   it   was   inevitable   that   a   dragon   flew   before   Highgarden   after   years   since   the   Conqueror.   "And   you   cannot   spare   a   dragon   to   custody   our   precious   Gardens   or   a   prince   to   wed,   or   a   princess   to   keep.   Grandmother   would   not   risk   her   grandsons   for   any   less."   Or   the   precious   rose   either.   Margaery   had   been   in   the   Reach   sheltered   and   raised   to   climb   on   the   states.  

Her   grandmother   once   was   betrothed   to   a   Targaryen   prince   before   choosing   herself   a   rose,   for   some   reason,   but   her   grandmother   aims   for   good,   powerful   matches   for   all   of   them.   "My   brother   Willas   is   lay   to   rest.   His   medicine   to   his   injury   had   left   him   weak,   but   do   speak   to   me.   Come.   .   .I   shall   show   you   around   while   you   speak   your   plans   and   those   of   the   Queen."   And   Margaery   takes   hold   of   the   Prince's   arm,   her   arm   circle   around   his   own   and   begins   to   make   way   toward   the   mazes   of   the   castle.

[mundagondarys]

𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖎𝖎 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓. - 01/??

aegon was a joyless man , severely marked by his experiences during the  dance of dragons.  aegon seldom smiled and laughed even less , even as a boy. according to the dwarf , aegon could be graceful and courtly when it was required , but at the same time had a darkness within him that never went away.