#rand.

[divorceblogger]

speaking of moiraine and siuan dreaming of serving the daughter heir of andor as young girls…. do you know who was nearly the daughter heir of andor? RAND.

[courtfallen]

𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔡 // intro.

‘ daniel henney, cismale, he/him, 42 / 420 , high fae + daemati ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems rand shepherd has finally made it to the capital, the newly re-instated general of the armies from summer court is said to be perceptive and is said to describe themselves as vestiges of a fallen kingdom on the faded horizon, a bitter growl from an old alpha wolf reluctant to join in a losing fight, the rhythmic & resonate strike of rare metals on a worn anvil, the reflective calm of a warrior’s heart in the crux of battle, the rush of a teeming rill, a master's sword collecting dust in the corner of a dimly lit room and with all of this in mind their trenchant nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details;

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: rand shepherd ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): the shepherd, shep, "the bladefather" ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: rand (masc) meaning ‘to rend or cut’ / shepherd meaning ❝ one who leads ❞ ᴀɢᴇ: 42 / 420 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: dec 29 (capricorn sun, libra moon, taurus rising) ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: an orphan, he was raised in a temple by a shamanistic brotherhood of fae who were focused on conserving their powers & communing practically with the realm ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: high fae ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cismale ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: he/him ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heterosexual ( for now ) ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heteroromantic ( for now ) ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: unattached ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: recently reinstated general of armies for summer court. ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: unorthodox education in non-traditional magic-wielding from the brotherhood that raised him, is able to imbue/tie his sword with his own magic. is a master swordsmith & swordsman who taught for many years.

physical appearance, etc.;

ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: speaks calmly, in every situation. is rarely known to raise his voice unless in battle. voice resonates and carries without much effort due to its clear tone & timbre. ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: daniel henney. ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: dark ash brown, almost black. worn long and also tied in a knot atop his head. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: dark brown. ᴇʏᴇꜱɪɢʜᴛ: excellent. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2" ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 195lbs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: tall, lean, & muscular. ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: on his left shoulder: none. ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: often wears comfortable linen robes that allow for easy movement during sword play as well as neat leathers. rarely appears disheveled. ᴅɪꜱᴛɪɴɢᴜɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ: often wears a string of deerhide around his head, a custom of the brotherhood that raised him. ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ: palo santo & mint tea.

personality;

ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: calm, wise, intentional, honest, clear-minded, resolute, firm, unflappable, kind, open-minded, strategic, calculating ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: disillusioned & jaded, impatient, quick to make judgements & dismiss those he finds unfocused or without good intention, blunt ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: meditation, teaching, tea & incense, long walks, nature, avians (has a familiar red-tailed hawk called 'solara'), organization, collaboration, swimming, stargazing ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: trivial matters, small talk, lazy folks, disorganization ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: failure ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ: neutral/lawful good ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: water ʙᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: mint tea or rice wine ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: fresh fish, cucumbers, tomatoes, melon

headcanons and/or backstory; — tw: death, grief, loss

— after being abandoned in the nest of an eagle, he was found by the elusive groven collective, a brotherhood of fae & high fae alike who practiced an unorthodox form of magic. the circumstances of how he was found had them convinced he was an omen, a catalyst, someone of great importance, and so they kept him.

— his time with the collective was enriching, if lonely for a child. most of his days were spent communing with his magical abilities, and energetically shifting it back into the earth, a cycle of meditation that the brotherhood believed would bring peace to prythian.

— despite their peaceful approach to life, rand was drawn to expressing himself more physically. when he came of age to wander out on his own, he spent his time exploring, roving the woodlands. he found an early affinity for avian creatures, drawn to their ability to fly, their quick, airborne maneuvers, and their brutal, predatory survival skills.

— his wandering led him to a small village where soldiers were being trained for draft into the summer court army, and he found himself leaving the groven sanctuary earlier and earlier every morning so that he could spend the day throwing wooden swords with the other younglings his age. it was early on that his skill was realized; his fighting style was strange, but incredibly efficient and almost dance-like in execution.

— shortly after, he was drafted and left the groven collective behind, taking with him all he learned in their care.

— after years of serving in the summer court army, he rose in rank to general. he was known for his fighting style, his unique way of integrating his magic into his blade, and his level-headed and yet brutally unforgiving approach to strategy in battle.

— he served for centuries, but the court was attacked and his wife and child succumbed to the violence, he laid down his sword and swore to never lift one again in the name of violence.

— for the last century, he has lived in seclusion, leaving his unknown abode every two years to collect three worthy students. he teaches his fighting style, his method of forging rare metals, and his magical attuning abilities, usually for those in the upper echelons of court politics — a high lady's guard, a new general, a spymaster's scout, etc. it was during this time that he was granted with the power of a daemati.

— recently, he was asked to take his post as general back and serve the high lady of the summer court once more. though he swore never to raise a sword in violence again, he has agreed to do so in light of the recent events occurring in the capital where he, too, has been stranded when coming to collect his new apprentice.

[stardustfanfare]

what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[alienantichrist]

Why does this look like a family photo but Spock is their emo son

[lalalalupia]

Blood in the bayou + the quarry

[rennebright]

Bronya Zaychik 布洛妮娅 by AbP_Art [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[fioleespring]

the man trap really made hikaru sulu and janice rand besties

[beetlerings]

Classic Rat prank

og comic

[courtfallen]

— closed starter for @courtsongs // 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯! ( rand & divinya — wooded highground at the barrier's edge )

𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔴 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔞k which drags along behind him. the fabric is worn and frayed, but clean, much like the rest of his clothes. practical. on his wrist, he wears a heavy, leather falconer's glove — and overhead, a red-tailed hawk circles, looking for movement in the valley halved by the barrier. rand paces alongside the edge of the strange border, curious about its origin, frustrated by its unforgiving properties. it is not like him to be unsettled into stress, and so he does not let the current situation unravel him now. he is as calm as still water, because he trusts that his path will be revealed to him when it's time for him to move. a warrior's path requires focus to identify and energy to traverse, but it can never be forced.

at that moment, he hears solara cry and peers skyward to witness her dart below into the thickets and bramble. she snags her breakfast with merciless skill, then takes off with a squirming rodent to the branches of a nearby tree. ❝ good girl, ❞ he says quietly. when he hears footfalls, he turns slowly, his hand hovering loosely over the hilt of his sword until he recognizes the visage of who approaches. ❝ general aftersun. you're early, or perhaps i've lost track of the time — ❞ he squints at the rising sun to gauge the hour, then reaches down into the satchel he carries. he removes a bundle of fresh bread, cheese, and berries. ❝ i know you're eager to speak. could we do so over breakfast? ❞

[anominous-user]

hsr version of this meme

[markantonys]

nobody wants mat carnally: the ongoing saga

[hollis-art]

this thing has been in my mind for a YEAR and i only just got around to doodling it.