#c: katherine

[ravellaarryns]

who: @withsilvereyes when and where: casterly rock, within the audience chamber of queen katherine serrett. the falcon queen requests to speak with the queen of the west, and it has caused a rippled effect through the courts. context: secret's out

the chamber was cold despite the roaring fire; or perhaps that was just ravella, feeling how cold her skin was beneath her own touch. shadows flickered along the stone walls, twisting the banners of a grand lion into strange shapes, something her orbs of ice seemed to transfix upon. ravella arryn sat with a straight spine, her gown a cascade of black velvet and silver embroidery, the raven of house arryn perched at her chest like a bird of prey.

her pale hands, adorned with rings of moonstones and obsidian, rested lightly on the table, unmoving, while her expression remained inscrutable. the lions had always roared so loudly; perhaps it is time they learned silence.

katherine serrett sat opposite her, gilded in the golden finery of her house, her presence warm and vibrant in stark contrast to ravella's cold austerity. the silence between them stretched like a taut wire, neither willing to break it first. finally, ravella's voice sliced through the still air, smooth and measured, yet laced with an undercurrent sharp enough to draw blood. and yet, this situation - well, it was all fun for ravella arryn.

as serious and solemn as she appeared, within the manacles of her mind, she were already laughing hysterically into a void of nothing. laughing in the face of what had once been her biggest worry, what kept her up and threatened to drain her of her beauty; ravella arryn had no threat to her place in the line of succession. not from the womb of a lannister, at least.

"it is not often we find ourselves in the same room. a curious thing, given how closely our houses were once entangled." her dark eyes lingered on katherine, unblinking, her gaze as heavy as the stones of the eyrie. she leaned forward slightly, her hands now steepled together. ""there have been revelations that are of concern. my noble court have pulled at threads and severed those that threaten the integrity of our ancestry, and our line. an enlightening pursuit."

why did she pick katherine to tell? perhaps because she wished to inflict as much issue upon as many of the lannisters as possible. because perhaps, she wished to see whether katherine was willing to expose the truth in order to save her own skin.

her voice was soft, but there was nothing gentle about it. her words carried the weight of something venomous, poised to strike. "your good sister and my brother are to go down in history, for another reason other than the tragedy of it all." there was no sense of compassion in her voice, no sense of regret or grief for her hand in how her brother had ultimately been butchered. somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered seeing the figure of axell royce in the thickest of woods, to return to find those wildlings sat at her table.

ravella’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile, a cold imitation of warmth. "the king of the blade was no arryn at all. but a bastard born of shadow, wearing a crown that was never his to claim. and his line, born of an illegitimate union, remain as rotten as his father." she leaned back in her chair, the firelight catching the glint of her rings. "that boy carries no worth or claim to anything but whispers and scandal. a lannister tainted by falsehoods, and a bastard which has been granted wealth for...what exactly?" she asked, her ruby lips spreading into an inhumane smirk.

"it will be made public. all will know the vale of arryn's line of succession remains legitimate. cleansed. restored."

[theancientcitylibrary]

title: quietly rewrite them (masterlist) author: theancientcitylibrary rating: teen and up audiences warnings: no archive warnings apply category: multi; gen word count: ongoing fandom: empires smp relationship(s): solidaritygaming | jimmy & smallishbeans | joel & pixlriffs | pixl & ldshadowlady | lizzie & katherine kg | katherine, smallishbeans | joel/ldshadowlady | lizzie, implied solidaritygaming | jimmy/dangthatsalongname | scott, implied katherine kg | katherine/shubbleyt | shrub, implied fwhip | fwhip/pixlriffs | pixl characters: smallishbeans | joel, ldshadowlady | lizzie, solidaritygaming | jimmy, pixlriffs | pixl, katherine kg | katherine, dangthatsalongname | scott, shubbleyt | shrub berry, joeygraceffagames | joey, mythicalsausage | sausage, geminitay | gem, fwhip | fwhip, pearlescentmoon | pearl, xornoth (esmp) additional tags: au – canon divergence, mind control, brainwashing, implied/referenced torture, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, minor injuries, referenced minor character death, mild language, panic attacks, vomiting (warned when appearing), other tags that are descriptors, summary: With their empires invaded, and their friends lost under Xornoth's sinister command, the Cod Alliance has to come together to fight a battle they can't afford to lose. But the failures of those who tried before them overshadow their efforts, and raises the question of if they can even succeed where the others once failed? And with the encroaching corruption threatening to swallow them, they face not just Xornoth and his seemingly unending power, but the fear of losing themselves—and all their friends—to the darkness. Especially as they learn that the dangers lurking in the darkness are only one half of the fight, and that they're not just fighting the corruption but destiny itself. series: destiny averted

link to full story: "we're going to have to leave soon."

link to individual chapters: one || two || three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

[gcuienveres]

who: @withsilvereyes​ where: the private audience chambers of queen katherine of house serrett, the second wife king tyland lannister, first of his name. this is set following the incident that occurred between leo lefford and guinevere lannister.

there was a meeting of ladies of noble birth within the chambers of the queen that evening, a formal introduction to them all as the new, coronated queen of the westerlands remained sat upon the golden chair that was traditionally her place to sit. it were not as though she needed introducing, considering queen katherine serrett used to be in the company of such occasions when the ruling queen of the westerlands was a certain spoiled tyrell. and yet still, there was no denying the fact that she had called this out of tradition: and to cement herself, and her position. 

to go from lady in waiting to queen of the most powerful realm in all the continent was a slippery slope, especially in a world such as this one.

and for some reason it felt as though there was something lingering in the air between them, as guinevere sat at the ornately decorated table, where a feast had been provided for all those attendance. as though there was something that needed to be said, some purpose for which the queen wanted to speak with her. the amount of people in these chambers was enough for her to quietly disassociate, planting a smile on her face when and as was needed. and the ladies circled around their new queen, no doubt ready to rip one another’s eyes out for a chance to be a chief in lady in waiting, a permanent position in court - not necessarily controlled by a father or a brother. 

somewhere along the lines, her gaze had met with cerissa lefford; across a table. she wondered whether cerissa found these sort of events difficult too. so much talking, so much talking that ultimately meant nothing: just another event for surviving a court of elegant savagery and trying to climb the ranks. eventually, whilst the night continued and she knew it was only appropriate to do so, she rose from her chair and presented herself directly to queen katherine herself. bowing into a curtsy, a public one so it was clear this lannister was entirely accepting of the change in hierarchy, she rose with her hands clasped before her necklace, adorning a seven pointed star.

“your gracious majesty.” she spoke, her tone entirely formal. there was no source of warmth in it, only formality; the elegance and poised nature that came with repeating sentences again and again until her mother was happy with how she sounded. “i extend my gratitude for your organisation of such an evening. how pleasant it is to see the ladies of the court come together.” lies, considering it were obvious to see guinevere was by far the most unsocial one there.

[egoarte]

❝ you’re going? i’ll miss you. ❞ — for katherine! hans would like her because i SAID SO

“oh, hans.”

with mud caked to mid-calf, katherine shifts another crate into the back of the wagon, resting beneath its canvas with a swipe to her forehead. there’s a genuine tenderness in her address of sir capon, though as with everyone — henry included — it never quite reaches her eyes.

“just a quick venture into the city,” she clarifies, somewhat. the details were to remain between her and zizka alone, as was usually the case. “now, come and help me with the rest of these crates.” there were six left of varying size and weight, and they needed to be packed away before noon.

skyrim sentence starters. | @pirkstein

[vamprxism]

closed @etcrnalfangs

" Katerina, enough. " His hand catches her wrist, eyes pouring forward, patience exhausted.

[heirtothetrib]

send me    “ unexpected guest “    for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,  injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home. ( from kitty but also they’re roommates so..? )

It's not the first time he's come home from work with her in his bed. Usually she's just being abnormally affectionate but also wanting the comfort of a bed rather than the couch. But today he had come home, her curled up under the soft moonlight, a bandage across her forehead and dozing. "Jesus, Kitty. What did you get up to today?" he asked, quietly sitting his bag down and joining her on her bed. "What did you hit your head on?"

[wearetheonesx]

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ? ( liv to katherine )

"I wouldn't put it past you after-" the way I treated you.... She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes, for the first time since they knew each other that she actually showed that she felt threatened. She took a deep breath, locked her gaze on Olivia and then realized that she made no sense at all. It was not one, but multiple steps too far for the prosecutor. Katherine was aware that no matter the hate between them, Olivia had standards far higher than she did. "Who would profit from this aside from you"

[casterlygldcs]

♔

tyland’s brow lifted, his back still turned as he listened, the flames throwing his shadow high against the stone wall like a spectre of old lannister kings. “ah,” he murmured inwardly, “so this is it, then.” he inhaled once through his nose, long and composed, though a muscle twitched faintly in his jaw. of course it had been arron. it was always arron—his younger brother, ever convinced that the world had wronged him, ever meddling where his opinion had not been asked. the fool fancied himself a soldier of truth, never realising that truth, when wielded without restraint, was little more than a sword turned inwards..

tyland turned at last, slow and deliberate, and allowed his eyes to settle upon his queen. the flicker of her composure had been slight, almost imperceptible, but he had seen it. “you are sensitive today,” he thought, though the amusement he felt was not cruel—merely masculine, rooted in the understanding that women, particularly mothers, were so often moved by things that ought not move them at all. “katherine,” he said, voice low and even, his tone the sort one might use to soothe a prized hound who had whined at thunder.

"he is my brother." there was no further explanation, no further clarification needed: there was a hierarchy to the world of the men of the westerlands, and whilst unnesecary disrespect and disdain would be considered, arron was not particularly wrong. tyland would take his advice on matters of state more seriously than that of his queen.

“you are queen of the westerlands. you have borne me a son, a true lannister, and ensured our line stretches proudly into the next generation. whatever was said by my brother—whatever tone he used—it ought not to wound you so easily.” he stepped forward, gaze fixed upon her now, weighing every small expression that played across her face. “the way of men is harsh, i grant you that. we speak in bluntly. yet, you know this.”

he studied her another moment, then turned again and crossed to the table where his untouched supper sat. his appetite still had not returned, but he needed the rhythm of movement, the shape of a room he could pace through. “what precisely did he say?” he asked after a pause, keeping his back to her again, though his voice now bore the firmness of a command. “i would hear his words in full." he plucked a fig from a silver bowl, but did not eat it. he merely turned it in his fingers. “jasper is not your concern, nor mine,” he said, tone cooling slightly now, a flare of distaste colouring his otherwise composed manner.

“arron concerns himself with the bastard out of loyalty. if the boy survives to adulthood, it will be by arron’s mercy and upbringing, not mine. arthur is my heir, and he will want for nothing. this will not touch him."

he paused again, considering her final words. they had been chosen well—soothing, demure, even self-effacing—but he had not missed the subtlety beneath them. she had spoken like a queen, yes, but also like a woman bruised. “the trials of motherhood,” he echoed, almost sarcastically before he then turned once more, walking back to her with slow, measured steps. “i do not wish to see you troubled, katherine,” he said, his voice softer now, with something like warmth glinting faintly beneath the armour.

“you are too fine to carry such petty wounds. you must learn to let them pass over you. you have already given me all i ever asked for—a son, a future, and the grace to rule by my side.” he leaned slightly forward, not quite touching her, but close enough for her to feel the heat of his presence. “do not let arron, of all people, shake the crown from your brow. i will speak with him. if his tongue wandered too far, i’ll see it better bridled.”

the weight of his words pressed upon her, measured and deliberate, each one settling into the silence like stones in water. katherine did not flinch, nor did she let her composure slip, but within her, something tensed, a quiet, careful thing, like the flutter of a bird’s wings just before it takes flight.

she understood what he was telling her. what he had always told her, in one way or another. she knew her place. she had always known it.

and yet, for all her understanding, for all the grace with which she bore her station, there was something within her that would not still. not fear, not defiance, something softer, something she did not yet have the words to name.

her gaze remained steady upon him, even as he turned away, even as he did not look at her. she let the silence settle between them for a moment longer before she finally spoke, her voice quiet, unhurried.

"of course, your grace," she said, the words carrying the easy acceptance he expected of her. and yet, beneath them, something lingered, a note too subtle to be named outright. "i have never doubted your hand upon the kingdom, nor the strength that holds it steady. i admit, the trials of motherhood weigh heavily on me today," she said softly, her voice laced with quiet exhaustion. "i have thought only of arthur, his future, his safety." her hands remained folded, her posture unyielding in its poise, but she allowed a breath to slip through her lips, measured, careful.

"but…" she hesitated, her voice trailing for a fraction of a second before she lifted her chin, just slightly. "it is not matters of state that trouble me. i spoke with prince arron," she said, her voice careful, composed. "earlier."

katherine inhaled slowly, smoothing the fabric of her gown between her fingers, willing away the quiet anger that still simmered beneath the surface. she had known her duty from the moment she had taken her vows. her purpose, her greatest purpose, had always been clear, to bear a son, to secure the line, to ensure that the golden lion remained unchallenged upon its throne. she did not resent it. she did not question it. it was the weight she had accepted the moment she had become queen.

“the prince,” she said at last, her voice smooth, careful, betraying none of the offense that still simmered beneath the surface, “spoke to me in a manner i did not expect.”

her gaze drifted to the fire, its flickering light catching the gold in her hair, before she looked back to her husband. “i approached him for the sake of this family, for jasper’s sake, for our son's sake, to ensure there was nothing that could be turned against us, no whisper that might fester into something greater. but his response…” she let out a soft breath, measured, as if weighing the words before she spoke them. “his anger was not unexpected. but the disrespect,” she hesitated, just for a moment, before continuing, “i will admit, it did wound me.”

slender fingers brushed absently against the fabric of her gown, though her composure did not break. “he called himself your brother first, above all else, including me, and made it clear that my concerns were unwelcome.” a pause, measured. “he spoke to me as though my words held no weight, as though my place meant nothing in matters of our family.”

she let the silence stretch for a moment before exhaling softly. “it was not his anger that stayed with me,” she admitted, “but how easily he sought to diminish me.”

[noxexistant]

30TH JULY 2024 ONE YEAR SINCE NEWSIES LONDON CLOSED

[wearetheonesx]

"Shh, you don't have to be nervous" Words whispered in Lottie's ear as she pressed her body closer. "Do you trust me?" Katherine, who was a rich and succesful defense lawyer, had bought this rooftop bar for many reasons. Closing it down for the night so she could tend to a young attractive student was not uncommon to her. There was a lot of space to enjoy one another. "I want you to take off your clothes... Undress for me" she stepped back and licked her lips, glancing at the glass wall that provided a view of the city, in front of it was a couch and a salon table to enjoy one's drinks. During the open hours, this place was thriving, but now a sole bartender was catering them on the other end of the roof, just out of sight. "Don't worry about him, he will only come if I ask him to"

open to : m / f connection : best friend / older brothers friend / sisters friend / something a little ta.b00 if you'd like / age gap welcome / someone she shouldn't be sleeping with / etc

❝N..no! No! I'm excited! I'm just a ... ❞ Voice trails off uncertainly for a moment ands hands wring together before she finds her voice, ❝I'm just a little nervous is all.❞ Cheeks flush at the idea that has been presented and Lottie manages a giggle before she's forced to look away just seconds before her next question. ❝Just uh ... walk me through it again please?❞

[fellinesca]

Summertime (David Lean, 1955)

[multistanninglifestyle]

[we-are-inevitable]

im sorry youve had a rough week : (

what do you think is the best newsies cast you've seen/what is your favourite cast ?

i literally had all of this typed out and then the app refreshed. AUGH.

ANYWAYYY i feel like the uk cast is HANDS DOWN the best cast i’ve ever seen. what michael, ryan, and bronté did for jack, david, and katherine really revitalized the show- they added sooo much character depth just with their mannerisms. for instance, michael and bronté understood Jatherine in a way that made people get it, and their chemistry was off the charts. michael’s position as a black man made all of his character choices for jack so much more meaningful- like the way the delancey’s rough him up, or the ‘girls like you don’t fall for guys like me’ scene- and outside of his physical appearance, michael made jack feel more like a dreamer. bronté changed the game for katherine’s assurance of herself and really became part of the group in a way that i haven’t seen before. ryan’s portrayal of david made him feel more like a scared teenage boy on the outskirts of the norm and less like the proverbial Mom Friend archetype. josh barnett played racetrack as strong and angry and gritty, a great leader with too much on his shoulders, making it impossible to see him as just comedy relief. matthew duckett’s crutchie took away the notion that crutchie is just the ‘sunshine happy everything’s gonna be okay!’ character- he made him older, made him feel more grounded, more dire. clarice julianda and lillie-pearl wildman took spot conlon, typically portrayed as a hypermasculine angry man, and gave her more depth and more importance even with just a few lines because of their positions as women of color, yes, but more importantly they made her feel SO community-minded, and that’s necessary for the brooklyn newsies.

this cast was revolutionary and i really think people moved on from it wayyyy too fast. dare i say uksies is better than livesies will ever be

anywhosies— thank you so much for the ask!!

[wearetheonesx]

Katherine Ward was born to money, something she maintained and even exceeded by becoming one of the most successful defense lawyers in New York. She lived alone in her 26-milion-dollar apartment adjescent to Central Park and owned multiple businesses in Manhattan. Tonight, she was the host of a modest party for the elite, a role she gladly took after fantasizing how she could use Louisa next. "Yes" The lawyer replied, taking a sip from the white whine she was holding in hand. "Now be a good girl and sit down, our guests will arrive soon, and you don't want them to see what you are up to, right?" her lips curled up into a modest but satisfied smile, one that widened when their guests appeared in the door. "come in, have a seat, dinner is almost ready"

open: m/f/nb connection: significant other, friend, step-parent/sibling, fwb; plot x

"what is..." louisa follows into the dining room where everything is set up for the dinner, guests are already mingling in the other room sipping on expensive wine. it's supposed to be classy, and louisa is supposed to be on her best behavior. or so she thought until they step aside and reveal her seat for dinner. she was already told not to wear underwear (she happily obliged), but now she was faced with a dildo suctioned to her chair, a wide smile on the others face. "do you...is that for dinner?"

[wearetheonesx]

“⁇” ( Katherine - Olivia )

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[text: Benson] This man should not have gotten away with what he did and i'm sorry.

[text: Benson] You are a good detective. You definitely deserved better than what I did to you in court today.

[text: Benson] Yeah fuck, i'm really sorry

[twinwound]

Those critics who read Frankenstein as an incest tale see the monster as a psychoanalytic symbol, as a living psychic projection whose importance lies in what he means to Frankenstein rather than in what the monster himself feels and suffers. Those critics who read the monster as a daughter focus on the monster's anger and pain, but tend to skirt the importance of the incest theme to the monster's anguish. When Frankenstein is read through the lens of Mathilda, the tale of father-daughter incest that Shelley wrote immediately after Frankenstein, one can propose a fuller interpretation: Frankenstein tells the story of a father and daughter locked in bitter conflict; more specifically, Mary Shelley portrays Victor Frankenstein as a paternal figure who projects his own incestuous guilt upon his creature and, having made it monstrous, rejects it.

‘My Hideous Progeny': Mary Shelley, William Godwin, and the Father-Daughter Relationship by Katherine C. Hill-Miller