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[popstarryl0]

I haven't logged on here in a while... my bad, I was busy rebranding <3

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[wildguppies]

Marzo 2023

[i-give-you-a-fish]

hello lovely fish blog may I humbly request a fish shaped vibe check and for you to have a wonderful day

VIBE CHECK

You get a Blackbar Damselfish

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[mrs-stans]

@theblackbarsofficial: i love her but she doesn’t follow @theblackbarsofficial

[briannabrackens]

who: @conallblackbar when and where: the niamh falls walk, roughly 3 miles from stone hedge's main keep. context: this was when cedric sent connie baby to the riverlands

the periodic spotlight of the sun and blue sky peeping through overcast grey clouds did little to defend against the natural elements of wind, light drizzle and the slight dip in temperature that came with the natural incline. "it's a good thing yer king sent you here though, ain't it? shows he be takin notice of you." and yet still, there was no better time for a ramble through the ancient surroundings of stone hedge than the current weather; cold enough to ensure some fresh air, but the walking ensured warmth.

"what do it mean to be an ambassador anyway? like, you need make sure our realms don't go to war?" was that even possible? she looked back at him, on the rock right behind her; her brows were furrowed at the prospect of their realms doing such a thing. "they'd not do such a thing...even if yer king ain't entirely accepted the queen."

beneath a checkered brown and green dress was a set of sturdy walking boots, the boots the servants used when ploughing the fields, and it were vital; lest they both find themselves slipping. since returning from kings landing, she had been desperate to go for walks such as this one again - following the path clover seemed to be laying out for them, she paid no mind to the squelch of her boots or the puddles she needed to step in.

"i don't get it, honestly. the men picked her, they crowned her. we did the whole thing, why is it the business of other kingdoms who the riverfolk want to lead us?" she asked, walking by some lavender in the backdrop as they continued to descend now. "it's not like the prince should have any crown upon his head. he's thick as pig shite."

they had both done this path before; so many a time. many of their closest friends and loved ones had, dotted distant figures moving from one rock to another - this time though, the second lord of house blackbar seemed to be her company. hardly peculiar, for it more often than not ended up being the two of them walking and talking slightly ahead or behind a larger group. "careful con, slippery rock there." she indicated, tapping the rock with the tip of her boot. "may be better to go round the one on the left."

she paused to take a breath, pushing back her hair. she should've plaited it to get it out her face, now it were knotty and tangled. she could hear the falls in the distance, and looked down at her mud covered boots.

[conallblackbar]

closed starter for @maerieblackbar

"i have never asked you for a thing, maerie." the declaration was a true one. he had remained incredibly close to his brother and his wife, more so since the passing of his own bride, but he asked of them very little, beyond their love and their trust. "but i must make a request of you now."

and he reached into his pockets, pulling out a package, and then another, and another, until eight small parcels were lined on the table before them, wrapped neatly in different coloured cloth of varying hues, a rainbow of presents. "but i truly need you to stop having children." the request was delivered seriously, before con burst into laughter.

"maerie, my pockets just can't take it. i saw a spinning top at the mount market, and i thought oh, aisling would love that, so i had to get it. and then, well, i can't give a gift to aisling without buying for the rest, and roisin and fiadh are practically little women now, far too old to be bought with silly toys, so i had to get them jewellery. do you know the price of jewels these days?" he sighed, though his smile still remained. it was clear that of conall's problems in the world, spoiling his nieces was not amongst them, no matter how much he complained about it.

"share these out for me, will you? i've attached labels."

[halimayronwood]

closed starter for @butcherofbandallon

considering her own morals had long since been skewed, in favour of what suited halima and house yronwood best, there were a few things that provoked a strong sense of justice in halima. one of those things were theft. perhaps it was ironic, considering that was exactly what she was doing to house manwoody, snatching their home and their rights and any ounce of power they might seek to consolidate from under their nose, but that was different. of course it was.

different from the hand that dipped into the pocket of the man a few paces off, withdrawing with a coin purse clutched in grubby fingers. halima moved forward before the thief could make their escape, her own slim, but surprisingly strong fingers closing around their wrist, and marched them back to the lord they had stolen from.

"excuse me." her voice was as iron-tight as her grip on the wrist of the pickpocket. "i believe this cretin has something they wish to return to you."

she snatched the coin purse from their hand, offering it back to its rightful owner. she did not release the thief once it was returned, however. that was not her right to do. she was not the wronged party in this equation.

her eyes took in the lord before her. reach-born, perhaps? she should spit in his face for that alone, her opinion on those in the reach soured by their actions in the sea of dorne. "would you see him punished?" she asked, idly. her opinion on the man before would be entirely informed by his answer.

[lucius-rivers]

Reverse make the 8! Choose one person from each region to push off a cliff

“The Wylde widow, the Royce lord,” he began, naming the few he'd have no qualms in pushing to their deaths. The rest didn't really matter to him, they were just names that crossed his mind almost in a more coincidental way. “Lord Lefford and Lord Yronwood, perhaps. Lord Karstark, Lord Cargyll, Lord Bracken and the younger Lord Blackbar”.

( @wyldewillow, @mountainvroyce, @leolefford, @armaans, @wintervsuns, @garrick-cargyll, @ronanbrackens & @conallblackbar )

[rhea-florent]

truth serum: if you were not wed, who would you see as a suitable match for yourself?

The question was amusing because she saw it entirely as a futile, hypothetical exercise. “If I was not wed, I'd still turn to Harlon to make a good, honest woman out of me,” the Lady of Horn Hill stated playfully. In every scenario, she'd choose him again and again. But Rhea knew that was not what this person was asking. She puffed her cheeks and let out a breath, considering the alternatives. She couldn't decidedly say, for she was not drawn to others in the way she saw so entirely drawn by her husband. “I'd not stand anyone from the West or the Vale, and they sure all hells would not stand me. Perhaps someone of the clover folk, so we may at least have something in common? Or the Wild Bear, rest his soul, if he were still alive”.

( @harlonvflowers, @butcherofbandallon, @ronanbrackens & @rhydianwildbear )

[tronodiferro]

House Blackbar of Bandallon

GameOfThronesFanatic-Knjiga

[norbiegrafton]

closed starter for @butcherofbandallon

the bonfires crackled before them, the flames reflecting off the waters of the tumblestone. it was a merry night, but norbie sat stiffly. he had far preferred the atmosphere of the queen's ball, but having walked all the way here, he was feeling a little too lazy to make his way back to riverrun's keep.

still, he was not alone. somehow, he had found himself drawn into conversation with the reach's master of laws. he was a man with many friends in many places, but fewer in the reach than, for example, the crownlands and stormlands. there was seffora merryweather, and his own cousin, but beyond that, his contacts were slim. considering he would be spending some time there, conducting building work in highgarden, perhaps that was a situation that would in time be rectified.

"...but it was the vances who gave this land to the tullys," he was in the middle of explaining the history of the land riverrun sat upon. "it were the tullys sworn to them back then, rather than the other way around. this was after the mudds called themself the river kings, but before the ironborn drove them out."

he raised his cups to his lips and drank a little, before chuckling. "of course, they don't have to worry about such things, now. they have your lot to thank for that, don't they? the reach and the west."

[briannabrackens]

ronan bracken / fergus blackbar / @omerflorent​

ADELAIDE KANE as MARY STUART ↴ Love & Death ( 4x06 )

[pochqmqri]

Blackeye thicklip, blackbarred, sixbarred, and moon wrasses on Fitzroy Island, QLD, Australia

[i-give-you-a-fish]

trick or treat? 🐱👉👈

You get a Blackbar Filefish

Pervagor janthinosoma

[conallblackbar]

conall blackbar had lied to his sister.

he missed caitria when she was not here, wanted to spend as much time with her as she would allow him before returning to bandallon. he had made his home on oakenshield, but it were a keep made for a family. when she was not there, it was far too large and far too empty, the silence of it stretching long enough to drive a man mad.

and yet, he had insisted that he had business in lord hewett's town, because he had wanted a drink. he loved his sister, but the pull of the bottle had been too much to ignore that night, and so he had eschewed her company to drown his sorrows in a comfort that was far more destructive.

conall blackbar had lied to his sister, but the guilt of it had not outlasted the first glass of whiskey.

but somewhere near the bottom of the bottle, it had returned. it was that which brought him back to the keep while the night was still young, rather than tumbling in as the sun rose. he stood with his back pressed against the stone archway at the top of the stairs, because the room was beginning to sway around him, and he felt a bit like he might be sick.

wouldn't it be funny if he fell?

and then there she was, his little sister, and he grinned easily when he saw her, hand still on the wall to steady himself, he held out the other to help her up the last few steps. "cait. caitie." the nickname he had called her since childhood slipped out, warped by the slur in his voice.

"came back to see you, didn't i?" he laughed, a little too loudly, the sound echoing harshly. "to have dinner. come on, let's... let's have dinner." it was far too late for dinner, the hour more suited to a mug of something warm before retiring to the bed, but conall had not seemed to notice.

location: the shield islands, during one of caitria's many visits to see her brothers at his new residence there.

@conallblackbar

the stone stairs were still warm beneath caitria’s bare feet, despite how the last rays of the sun had set a while ago. the moon was rising in the sky casting the sea spray clinging to her skin in celestial light. her gown, heavy and damp from her swim, clung to her legs as she ascended, the exertion a welcome distraction. strands of her wet hair dripped onto her shoulders, water trailing down her arms in cool rivulets.

the breeze picked up as she reached the top, carrying with it the briny tang of the ocean and tugging insistently at her gown. she paused for a moment, her breath steadying, as she wrung out her hair and twisted it over one shoulder. from here, the sea stretched endlessly behind her, its waves crashing rhythmically against the cliffs below.

as she looked ahead, her eyes caught on a familiar figure leaning against the archway at the top of the stairs. she stilled, warmth creeping into her chest even as she fought to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. her fingers idly smoothed over the damp fabric of her skirt as she closed the remaining distance, lifting her chin with a practiced grace that contrasted with the disheveled state of her appearance.

the words she wanted to say danced on her tongue, teasing, perhaps playful, but the sight of her brother—standing there as if he’d been waiting—softened her. instead, caitria simply stepped forward, as if to brush past him with a faint tilt of her head, the ocean’s calm still laced in her voice. “i didn’t think you’d be here. thought you said you were busy for the night you liar"

[crumb]

Henry Rollins performing with Black Flag at Devonshire Downs in Northridge, CA on September 11, 1981 (via blackbarred IG)