#lionheart: ( starter )

[fantasiesandfolklore]

Open Starter to anyone Muse: Relta V: Phoenix Queen or V: Lionhearted

“They tell me love is irrelevant, that royalty doesn’t get to fall in love,” Relta told her companion, looking up at them from where she was sitting down. “Do you believe not all are allowed to find love? That it’s limited by class?” She inquired, curious as to what they’d say.

Standing up, she turned to pour them both cups of tea. “Try this,” she offered a cup, not having done anything different to either of the cups of tea. She was an honest woman, usually, and one who wouldn’t act against someone unless in self-defense.

“I find tea soothing,” she confessed as she sat back down, nursing her own cup of steaming tea, enjoying it rather hot. “I drink it with honey after I give speeches,” she added, the honey soothing to her throat after giving rallying speech.

[bunnyburrow-pie-fox]

Random Zootopia Starters, Part 4

• "I just stated the facts of the case!" • "Ready for initiation?" • "Oh, are you kidding me... I don't have my wallet! I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck." • "ENOUGH!! I don't want excuses, doctor, I want answers!" • "You're dead! Dead, dead, dead!" • "Oh this is so exciting, actually! Well, y'know, I never get to do anything this important." • "Have fun workin' with the fuzz!" • "Don't call me cute. Get in the car." • "We're just a little excited for you — but also terrified." • "Turn down that depressing music!"

- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 -

[lionsguaard]

the taller woman doesn't hesitate in her approach, strong and sure, towards the table where kova sits causing the hunter to look up for once. the miqo'te can't help but frown at that fact. still, the infamous sky pirate captain is well known what with the way her reputation preceedes her and kova can't help but hope that she's wanted as an ally and hasn't done something to irritate the woman in question. gods knows she's not itching to fight this beast.

❝ nightingale. ❞ she greets with a nod, the only sign of respect the pirate will get from her. she gestures to the seat across from her and to the jug of mead nearby. ❝ won't yer join me for a drink? ❞ / @parashu

[afftcrglow]

nº8 spotify wrapped song:  𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚍 – 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝

❝ take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid ❞

➣ para: @itskambitch​

[loveindomitable]

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[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Queen Relta the Lionhearted (Robin Hood/3rd Crusades Era) — V: Lionhearted Open to: anyone! Throw your lovely muses at me!!! Relta is open to any gender rp partner Dynamics Possible: your muse is the advisor, your muse is Relta’s co-monarch/spouse, your muse is Relta’s secret SO

The Queen’s gaze was calm, her emerald eyes sparkling in the light of the dancing candlelight. She had recently finished fully healing from her coup against her uncle, Prince John, and was attempting to make amends with the people on the behalf of the monarchy. Queen Relta had finished listening to the people of Nottingham’s concerns, having her scribe take down the information so she could address things in a timely and well calculated manner.

An advisor slowly walked over to the exhausted young monarch, Relta looking up at them with a brow raised. “You need not fear speaking to me,” she informed them with a gentle smile, “I was raised as a commoner, so I do not feel comfortable with such formalities.”

The advisor seemed startled by Relta’s honesty and openness, more familiar with the cruelty of Prince John and Sheriff Vaisey. They cleared their throat, looking a bit scared still, “you are taking on a lot with all the complaints of the common folk and elites alike. Your counsel, myself included, are concerned you’ll burn out and make enemies.”

Relta blinked, regaining the calm expression she’d earlier had, then shrugged in response to the advisor’s words. “I’m well aware of the risks, but I need to heal Nottingham. To heal England,” she explained to them with a solemn tone. “England’s people are my priority. I shall be fine,” she insisted.

[talesofourworlds]

Even after so much time had passed, the loss of her brother still lingered at the back of Kisara's mind. Most days, she found ways to work around it. Life went on, and so too much she. On days like this, though, she found herself thinking of only him. His smile, the time they'd spent together... all of it. Even the regret she bore for not trying to mend the broken bond between them sooner.

Days like this warranted a visit to the memorial she'd made. No fear of being ruined like she knew such sites could have been in other parts of the united world allowed it to be possible. It was small, out of Viscint proper and close to the fishing hole she knew he'd taught her the skill. It was near enough to the city so she could slip in and out undetected.

At least, she was pretty sure she could.

She'd purchased fresh flowers earlier that day. He would have liked them, she thought. Once she reached the memorial, a little structure she'd made a short walk away from the pond, she knelt down and laid the flowers there.

"I'm sorry it's been a while, Migal..." She could feel tears in her eyes, even after all that time. "But I'm here now." Even if here wasn't his final resting spot. The actual place he had passed was blocked off now, and for good reason. She was pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted a memorial there, anyway.

So, there she knelt with her flowers. Quietly remembering him. As far as she knew, she was alone.

[ofglories]

"I can perform a magic trick that no one else can do. Want to see?"

[deathswcrn]

tag dump #2.

[wornkindness]

     She wasted little time in looping her arm through his, leading them both away from the small group of courtiers who were doing a poor job of concealing their hushed tones. Amelia knew it was not on accident either. “They want what they cannot have,” she noted lightly. Not that he had asked. “Or they think through you they can more easily win my favor.” This of course is not anything she expects to happen. Some might think him an easy target, but she knew better, considering the years Khadin had spent under her father, who had been unable to break through his stoic resolve. “Though I do feel the need to apologize. You did not ask to suddenly become the center of the court’s attention, and I gave you no warning that it might be an outcome.”

     There was a pang of guilt. Of course she did not think he had not thought any of this through, but she still should have given him some sort of warning beforehand. “I would not blame you. Should you change your mind.” The brightness of her eyes, the way the edges of her lips tilt upwards gives all the indication needed she’s teasing. But she would also not hold it against him if he decided to take her up on the offer.

@jedimastre ⎯ a starter in amelia's canon { ❀ }

[phoenshire]

elp

[fantasiesandfolklore]

Open Starter || Muse: Relta || V: Lionhearted

“If you shoot, I shall have to as well,” Relta stated confidently, raising her bow and arrow. They seemed to be unique, perhaps obtained in another country, unlike her possible opponents’ English bow.

“I do not wish to harm you or be harmed,” she added, taking one step toward the other, lowering her bow and arrow slowly, letting the string go loose as she did. She came off as cocky, but rather was simply trying to defuse the situation.

She’d already had to face one unfriendly face that day, Sir Guy of Gisborne, who had tried taking her head as he could easily recognize who she likely was the daughter of, King Richard, after his…vacation to the Holy Land. Now that she was known, she had to be more careful and stay out of villages to avoid endangering the people in them.

[princemordecai]

open starter location: Aventia, Borderreach notes: for the combat thread girlies, limiting this to 4 + Agron.

A golden aura outlined the lionhearted prince, Leander had traveled to the far corners of Lysara and Ankhuria alike in his quest for power. Studied dragons, drank in the heat of the desert, and made pacts where needed. Wreathed in the draconic presence indicative of his training, a pair of gilded wings held him aloft as Leander's fists blazed with molten, raging flames. He wore the standard of the Lysaran army, a centurion, and Warrior of Mars, Leander proudly led the Olympians onto the field as he had countless times in Astoria.

The aura was not just for show, as the blighted blood splattered against him, it did not reach Leander's frame. Arrows fell casually to the side and the Hurlocks that swung against him with their blighted blades found a pair of raging, molten fists instead.

Politics bored him - and whatever sympathy that the Iskarans had managed to invoke as of late did nothing to quell the hatred that had burned within the prince for decades. This was where Leander thrived.

A Genlock rushed forward, its jagged blade raised to strike, but the moment it came within reach, the dragon's aura flared. Leander snarled as a pulse of energy threw the creature back, sending it skidding across the blood-soaked ground. Leander didn’t even turn to acknowledge it. His focus was absolute, his breath steady.

These creatures were meant to be impudent and stupid - while that remained true, they came equipped with war machines. They tacked on organized tactics that the Lysarans were only prepared for because of the caution that had spilled from Iskaran tongues. If any of the westerners expected gratitude from him though, they would need to look elsewhere.

A beat of his wings saw Leander lift into the air as he pulled air and fire into his lungs, weaving them together without the need for his hands. There at the center of his breast, the Warrior of Mars tethered it with threads of spirit before he opened his mouth and bequeathed a rush of golden flames onto the forces below. With it came a bestial roar, beyond human, the draconic burst of power echoed with the ego of the endlessly proud Prince of Lysara.

The creatures erupted in righteous flames, incinerated in a wide cone ahead of him before Leander took to hovering only a few feet off of the ground. As much fun as he was having, Leander opted to begin taking this seriously as his sword materialized in his hand - a blade of twisting draconic make that resonated with power.

"Hold the line!" Came the Prince's command, the Olympians had each been connected, and their power pooled together meant it was seemingly endless. No Astorian force had ever gotten past seven of them, now fifteen stood in defense of Aventia. An ogre shook the ground as the alpha stomped toward them, another horde swarmed about the creature, and Leander charged.

[lionsguaard]

kova has met the famed bull a few times, but rarely have they gotten a chance to speak. not with them oft working in different sectors when kova does offer to aid the eorzean alliance, but this time she does not hesitate in her approach. not when someone is trusted that has done nothing to earn it.

" you would offer kindness and th' warrior's services to one who has brought as much destruction as the black wolf? " arms crossed, the lionhearted hunter raised a brow. " pray tell the reasons for your decision before you put my friend's life on the line?" / @aetherbled

[youvegotrpmemes]

lyric starters from my current On Repeat playlist (part 3)

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time

And no one even knew it was really only you

Nice work you did, you're gonna go far, kid

Hit 'em right between the eyes

And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

My dear, there are secrets here

If only I could break the chain of disappointments weighing me down

I won't be afraid

It's the fear, and not the ghost, that leaves me haunted

You're an anchor for all the heaviest regrets inside of you

I heard you tellin' lies

I know we're the crooked kind

It ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"

So, collect your scars and wear 'em well

They're never truly gone

I carry their blood too

I'm far from where I wanna be

I get lost in my delusional reality

It's kinda hard to think about your own mortality

And I'm hoping for a never ending odyssey

Just give me something good

I've made up my mind over and over

I can't be everything you want me to be

But it's all gone

It's all the same sound and my ears are burning

Never to be moved by the words of a liar

The dark doesn't frighten me

I chose to close my eyes

The night doesn't frighten me

I chose to let it thrive

Oh, my precious child, how lucky you are

I got a friend that's losing sleep

I never needed a reason for keeping secrets from myself

I'll wreck this if I have to

Tell me what good would that do

I'd be so good to you

And I don't know how this is wrong

You were a friend of mine

They don't know you like I do

I can never go back home again

Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best

And I just need a minute, I just need a breath

It's very hard to drink to my continued success

It's getting better in the worst way

I like to push it and push it until my luck is over

Please just follow me

I wonder how we used to ever go so long without it

I am right beside you

I thought you wanted me

I've been here so very long

I never took you for a trick but sometimes I don't know what you want

I could take it if you need to take this out on someone

I don't know how it got this way

But these problems aside, I think I taught you well

We're here to stay

But you're a king and I'm a lionheart

We're still the same

I'll be here to hold your hand

You won't be alone, we're unstoppable

Don't be ‘fraid to show what we're going for

Oh, all you need to know is that we're holding on

Even if we fall, we will rise up

No, we're not gonna stop until we reach it

We all have our burdens, yeah, but we just keep on fighting and we never look back

I know I was born for this

They just don't get it, I think they forget I'm not done 'til I'm on top

I believe we can write our story

We come from different places, but have the same name

We are the broken ones who chose to spark a flame

I've struggled for years and through all the tears I've faced the doubts I hide

I never gave into my fears deep within 'cause I heard my voice inside

Don't ever lose your hope

[alwaysaqueene]

Destined Queen

Indie RP Blog for Original Character’ Medieval, Regency, and High Fantasy Verses — Sideblog to @joyfulmagic & special verses for Relta & Aislin of @fantasiesandfolklore, guest test muse Prince Alastair as well

Written by 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖊 [Lettie] || Mun is 25+ || Blog is 18+ (Preferably 21+)

Minors (under 18) and Personal Blogs DO NOT INTERACT

[Relta’s “Regular” Bio]

[Verse Info Tag] [Guest Staring Lord Alastair, Half-Brother to Relta] & Aislin’s Medieval Verses from @fantasiesandfolklore FCs Used: Charlotte Hope (18-32); Rebecca Ferguson (30+); Ruairi O’Connor (18-35); Anya Taylor Joy (18+); & Natalie Dormer (30+)

Rules are below the readmore on this post

Heavily Affiliated With: @ofheroesandscholars, @singeart, @blackarrcw, @luposcainus, @aislingarrow and @tsarincvdova

𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃…being the bad guy, raising Hell and high water, religion, paganism, royalty, destiny, fighting fate, the girl with ice in her veins and a heart of gold, blood spilled for justice, living out of spite, heroics, being the final girl, the stench of the battlefield after a war, and taking one’s rightful place on the throne.

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

NO minors (under 18 years old / still in high school) or personal blogs please! I’d prefer to write only with muns ABOVE age 21, as I am currently 27 (6/2024) years old.

Open to non-mutuals, but still semi-selective toward the selective side

Preferential treatment given to those I’ve built an OOC relationship with / am heavily affiliated with. Just being honest.

No god modding with the exception of starters, as I know you kind of have to a bit to write a decent starter

Multi-para / novella length replies usually. Please attempt to meet my length or at least my effort. Sometimes replies are short to move things along, I get that.

No auto-shipping, as Relta does not want to fall in love or have a co-monarch as a default in the phoenix queen/queen of ashes verses

IF we do ship, know I’ll be simping for them and wish to talk about them OOC a fair amount. Also, expect playlists for solidified ships haha.

My main triggers are animal death, parent death, cancer, infertility, and Dementia/Alzheimer's. Memory issues due to other reasons are fine. PLEASE let me know your triggers so I can avoid them as well.

Dark topics will be present, and the presence of NSF/W isn’t impossible. I will tag NS/FW as “lemons” or “mild lemons” depending on the severity (like PG-13 versus R rated).

Relta is queer, as is the mun. Please be respectful of that.

The mun is neurodivergent and disabled, so please be patient with me. I may miss stuff like social cues at times.

My discord is open to mutuals, but it’s an easy one to guess based on my main blog hub title lol

I have studied history and international politics in college, and plan to focus on medieval times in graduate school when I attend. Relta’s verses on this blog are heavily influenced by actual history and historical figures, so please know I HAVE done my research or asked my Tudor historian friend lol I might twist it and throw in a ton of various influences, but it’s still historically inspired.

I saw BBC’s Robin Hood…18 years ago now…when it first came out and I was a kid, so I’m a bit rusty on it since I can’t find a free way to rewatch it. Thus, I’ll be leaning into headcanons a bit and actual history about King Richard, the Crusades, and Robin Hood lore for the V: Lionhearted verse. I’d be happy to discuss the show AND history/lore with anyone interested in this verse.

I often post worldbuilding and headcanon stuff about Relta in these verses, so don’t be surprised if they outnumber IC posts for a while.

Relta has been an OC of mine since I played make believe with my friends in elementary school, and simply has evolved to who she is now through a passion for creative writing and a gaining of knowledge on character building. She’s still a bit Mary Sue-ish at times, but I work hard to incorporate her flaws and weaknesses as much as I do her strengths and positive traits. She’s not perfect, as no one is.

I am mobile always, so I cannot cut posts unfortunately.