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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.
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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.
#alien stage ocs#alnst oc#alnst ocs#alien stage oc#alnst#oc#ALNST: MILL#♔ thank you for the first ask!!#alnst oc: mill#alnst oc: aurien#interactions
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his little wings flap all DEJECTED. he just wanted a nice, lovely day.
❛ the day can't get worse... can it? ❜
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@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.
#pointofviiew#ic :: izaya orihara#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#( since interconnected subplot include w h o l e canon sooo)#you receive an asshole lol#missed our interactions ;-;
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(✿ *✿°)/~♡ 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.
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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓: 002/???
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@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.
#♔ ·.༄࿔ interactions. — long live the king.#kastadarias#hope this works#he's a brand new muse#so i'm still working on his voice while looking through my books
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* 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.
#≿ ♔ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐌 ✖ ⊰ ❝ starters. ❞ ≾#≿ ♔ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐌 ✖ ⊰ ❝ interactions. ❞ ≾#&&. damaris vector ( sybilliine )#nox.event042#/ if u think about it this is the 2nd time i've had to write around mentioning viktor's dick & both times have happened with you KSJDNSKJD#♔ * 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 * ✖ — ❝ killing eve sentence starters. ❞
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@askrobnhood replied to this:
The woods are normally perfectly safe. I bet you still look cute in hiking boots and flannel.
I have to disagree about the first part, but I will say that it is safer with you. Maybe we should find out about the hiking boots and flannel part when things calm down. If it ever calms down...
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@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. '
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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!!!!
#♔ ⋮ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞. ( out. )#yes i can now interact in a series-specific context!#peter being a starry-eyed fanboy for the seven bc he's a nerd and loves comics and shit#and then paimon happens and uh. Exposes Some Truths to him lmaooooo#OKAY BUT A POSSESSED!PETER FIGHTING SUPES............????#KIND OF IN LINE WITH THE VIGILANTE THEME?????#OOKY SPOOKY MAGIC WITCH MAN??????#HOOHOHHHHHH
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" 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? "
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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.
#interactions ♔ (history has its eyes on you.)#& alek#& alek 008#// surprise i already did it <3#// no dialogue because we die like men
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@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.
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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.
#♔ ·.༄࿔ aegon. — the unlucky king.#mutuals only may interact and reblog.#anyone else will be blocked.#my sweet sad boy#SOMEONE MAKE THE BOI HAPPY PLS!!!!!!
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* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: closed starter for @ofmccnlight ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: somewhere in the middle of the cadbury renaissance fair !
the relief is almost immediate when he finally catches sight of a familiar face and he can't help the smile that takes over his whole expression as soon as he realizes who it is too. "luna... it's SO good to see you." it's clear he actually means it too, since just a few minutes ago he was lost in the middle of a growing crowd. "did you know you really stand out even when you're surrounded by people? you're like a godsend actually, i was starting to get overwhelmed."
#≿ ♔ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐌 ✖ ⊰ ❝ starters. ❞ ≾#≿ ♔ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐌 ✖ ⊰ ❝ interactions. ❞ ≾#&&. luna lovegood ( ofmccnlight )#nox.event042
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