#sacrificeds

[disrcpairs]

“  i  have  no  intentions  of  following  a  card  telling  me  who  i  may  and  may  not  dance  with  .  ”  tips  of  nails  drummed  on  the  table  in  direct  contrast  to  beat  of  the  song  being  played  ,  gaze  upon  the  book  she  had  brought  with  her  before  leaving  quarters  .  an  opportunity  to  rest  after  the  rest  of  the  festivities  had  been  all  they  ached  for  ,  the  tittering  of  a  reach  noblewoman  not  enough  for  the  arryn  to  bat  eyelash  at  .  “  i  do  hope  that  was  not  your  intention  .  ”  

[morewoe]

closed for @sacrificeds

As  much  as  she  disliked  having  to  admit  it,  something  about  the  celebration  was  rather  soothing  to  the  soul.  Something  about  it  did  seem  to  make  the  past  three  months  seem  more  a  nightmare  than  reality,  or  perhaps  this  a  lovely  dream.  She  sat  herself  in  a  shady  corner,  just  close  enough  to  hear  the  music  floating  over  the  conversations  around  her,  wine  in  hand.  To  an  approaching  figure,  she  offered  a  sly  smile  over  the  rim  of  the  goblet.  "Lord  Tyrell  must  truly  love  his  wife,  to  plan  such  lavish  festivities."  Or,  be  dedicated  in  his  mission  to  impress  the  crown.  In  either  way,  it  was  to  all  of  their  benefit.  "Though  I  am  most  looking  forward  to  the  joust."

[dragonic]

closed   starter   for   :   lady priya fowler   ⸻  @sacrificeds

she moved through the hall with the confidence of those borne of the dragon, favoring none save a few with the grace of her acknowledgement. cutting a sharp swathe through the lesser houses and gentry that swirled and chattered maddeningly around her. her smiles were offered like coin; an item to be traded and sparingly so. she was her lord brother's sister after all. "my  dear  lady  fowler," she murmured, her pace stilling as her indigo hued gaze settled on a figure that warranted attention that went beyond the casual dismissals that had marked her passage. visenya prided herself on her sharp tongue, yet the mistress of whispers was the far more deadlier of the two. and yet it had served for nought in the recent tragedy three months prior. her smile became hard and bereft of even the facade of warmth, "as  delightful  as  your  company  is,  i  do  hope  we're  not  keeping  you  from  something more  pressing.  i  am  sure  there  are  rumours  and  courtly  matters  aplenty  for  which  to  better  occupy  your  time than tonight's soiree."

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[time-woods]

oh that same old familiar tune, where have i heard it before?

oh, right with you.

this took me a little while to complete- the uncompressed file size ended up being 101mb. . . beeeg file,

[etoilesdeglace]

first canonical seaweed brain and of course it's while they're fighting over who gets to sacrifice themselves

[bisexualpercyjacksons]

pjo tv show episode 5 alignment:

[friszil]

can you remember what she was like?

tw horror image under the cut

I find her in the faces of strangers over and over again.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Percy: *sacrifices himself to save his friends*

Grover & Annabeth: having PTSD flashbacks

[mewniemoon]

What if instead of being resurrected and staying their age in the afterlife, the twins instead went back to the age they were when they were last alive (aka, lil babees)?

Bonus:

Nari was not emotionally prepared for this get him some soft blankets to build a nest with stat!!

[mansand]

i made ants and they hate eachother

[morewoe]

closed for @sacrificeds

"Lady  Fowler."  Myranda's  voice  is  barely  loud  enough  to  carry  over  the  conversation,  but  it  was  as  loud  as  she  dared.  Two  lines  had  been  blank  on  her  card,  one  filled  with  the  name  of  a  new  friend,  the  other  blank.  There  were  a  great  many  people  in  the  hall,  but  few  who  sparked  her  curiosity  like  the  master  of  whisperers.  "Do  you...  Well,  I  wished  to  know  if  the  blank  spaces  on  your  dance  card  are  yet  filled?  If  not...  Would  you  like  to  dance  with  me?"

[sanctus-ingenium]

VIII Strength redraw

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

"We must all make our sacrifices" says Aemond who has not had to sacrifice even a single hair care product so far

[i-bet-you-wish-i]

Inspired by @secretdazedragon lovely "vampires are cats' posts and this iconic gif

[sanguinesmi1e]

Everyone knows Jason likes Jane Austen and reads romance. Everyone assumes the romance he reads is historical. And some of it is, they're not wrong, but most of what he reads is reverse harem monster fucker smut.

When Red Hood gets sacrificed by a cult during a summoning ritual and the ghost king shows up in all his eldritch glory, Jason has never before been more grateful for his full face mask. He has never blushed so hard in his life. He's the same color as his mask right now, actually. He is way too into the tentacles. Like, way more than he ever thought he'd be. It’s honestly impressive that any blood is managing to leave his body with the way it’s all rushing to his cheeks. He's also about to swoon like one of the heroines in his favorite old bodice rippers. 

That last part probably is the blood loss, though.