#saudadedreams

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Sylvaina // 8. Regency AU - Person A inheriting Person B’s father’s estate and the only way to keep Person B’s family out of the poor house is for Person B to marry Person A.

I’M SORRY THIS IS SO TERRIBLE IT’S TERRIBLE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO REGENCY

I’M SORRY IT’S SO SHORT BUT IF I START IT, IT’LL NEVER FINISH

@saudadedreams

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It was as bleak a day as one would expect for a funeral. Upon the shores, they gathered; the hanging clouds overhead wept as much as her mother, who clung to her arm with pallid fingers and eyes rimmed red. Her own eyes ached viciously with what precious little tears she had shed during the service, for she was a Proudmoore, and Proudmoores carried themselves with the dignity expected of their station.

She was a Proudmoore. One of the last few now.

The priest finished the rites; her mother detached from her side and reached for the torch held in his hand.

The torch flickered and flared as a wild gust of wind came with the tides, but the straw bedding lit. The fire rose into a roaring blanket heat in moments, and her father’s men heaved the boat from the shore. By the time the boat had sailed towards the horizon, it was nothing more than flames.

In the distance somewhere, the church bell tolled.

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That evening, a storm swept onto the shore with the tides. The darkened sky split open with a violence that shook the windows on their panes and rattled all that moved. The servants and maids scurried through the halls like the frenzied nest of rats from the larder, armed with candlesticks and oil lamps as they clamoured among themselves to nail down windows and shutters.

She sat with her mother by the hearth of the study, the fire blazing amidst great splits of wood. The smell of the sea crept in through the seams of the windows and the cracks of the doors; earth and brine and embers together. She sat and sipped on a toddy, warm between her cradled hands as she stared into the dancing flames.

She should have known, truly; what the storm would have wrought. As the servants bustled and shouted, and more feet thundered down the hallways to the main doors. She looked up at the doorway, apprehension curled tight like a boulder in her belly as the doors to the study creaked open.

“Deepest apologies, my lady,” their butler said, bowing low. “I do not mean to intrude. But the Lord Greymane, Esquire, has come.”

“Send him in,” her mother said wearily. “Bring him a towel, and perhaps a hot toddy the same. Quickly now; before the storm takes him as well.”

She frowned, and the warmth of liquor loosened her tongue to speak. “Can’t he leave us to grief but for a day? Surely the will can wait.”

“Jaina,” her mother chided. “Such things cannot wait for even the earth to settle on most graves. It cannot wait for your father’s body to turn to ash.” She watched her mother lean back into the chair and drink, watched the grief manifest in shadows. “Your brothers are dead, and now your father. We are all we have left in this world, my darling girl. You and I alone.”

Jaina reached out and clung to her mother’s hand with the same desperation of a child frightened from its bed. “Mother —”

Lord Greymane appeared then, with the chill of the outdoors nipping at his heels. He shook the damp from his hair and brushed it from his coats as a servant girl came to him with a towel. “You must pardon me for such rudeness, Lady Katherine,” he said, with a look of deep contrition. “For my appearance and appearance. I would not have pressed the matter had I been given the choice.”

“Sit, Lord Greymane,” Katherine Proudmoore replied. “Warm yourself. We must speak.”

Lord Greymane warmed himself briskly by the fire, hands outstretched against the flames. “I shan’t dither on the matter; you must already have a notion of why I am here.”

“Yes,” replied her mother quietly. “The will.”

There was a grimness in his face that unsettled Jaina; she set her glass aside lest she tumble it from her hands. “Which brother did he leave it to, then?” she asked, though her mother’s reproach was clear in the look she received. “Let us be frank, Lord Greymane. You have been my father’s lawyer for many years. You are but family now. We are in the privacy of our home. Let’s not stand of propriety where it isn’t needed.”

Sighing, the Lord Greymane turned to her with a saddened look of fondness she often saw in her own father’s eyes. “���Tis true; I cannot bring myself to keep this from you for longer. My dearest Katherine, my heart aches for you, and my mind rages. But it is as it has been signed — Proudmoore Estate has been sold.”

Katherine gasped, though the sound itself was swallowed by a ravenous thunder from beyond the walls. “S-sold —”

“If it would ease your mind to know that your lord husband has bequeathed a generous sum to support you and your daughter —”

She could not comprehend it. There were words still coming from her father's lawyer's mouth — for she could certainly see it moving still — but there was nought that she took to comprehension.

Jaina shook her head incredulously. “I don't understand. This land has been in our family for years!”

“The laws of perpetuity are as such, my lady. As it is, the new landlord has proof of purchase and surrender of the estate and all its worldly possessions therein —”

“Oh, Daelin,” her mother moaned. “How could you?”

“That can't be right. M-my brothers —”

“God rest their souls —”

“They wouldn't have allowed it!” She rose from her seat and stared at Lord Greymane with a wild, frenzied desire to throttle the man. Were she of perhaps a daughter of lower birth; were she perhaps a daughter of the village grocer, perhaps she might not have a need at all to throttle him.

But she was not. She was a Proudmoore.

Lord Greymane gave her a chastened shrug, peering at her mother. “Unfortunately, Lady Proudmoore, the decision was beyond their control. Proudmoore Estate was signed by perpetuity only to your father's line...from your great-grandfather. In light of which, the Proudmoore line can no longer hold these lands to their family name. Proudmoore Estate has exchanged hands.”

She swayed on her feet and sank down onto the chaise, clinging desperately to anything that would keep her afloat. “Who,” she whispered. “Who is the new master of our home?”

“...The Windrunners.”

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Amidst the weight of silence and storms, she spoke, no louder than a whisper. “What do we do?”

Katherine Proudmoore turned to look at her daughter, the seafoam of her eyes dim with grief. “What can we do?”

Lord Greymane reached for a stack of parchments tucked within a pocket of his coat. “I’m sure if we discuss this with Lord Windrunner, he would be amenable to having you as tenants —”

“Tenants?” Jaina cried. “In our own home? Preposterous!”

Sharply, Katherine said, “What would you have us do? Beg for our living in the slums? Die penniless with our family name buried at sea with your father?”

“How do I stop this?” she beseeched Greymane. “Surely there must be a way.”

Lord Greymane peered at her, shifting the weight on the balls of his feet with discomfort. “Well, there is, of course, marriage —”

She thrust out her chin defiantly. “Then I shall wed a Windrunner. If he be willing.”

“My lady —”

“I care not to whom I give my hand. Whether he be as old as the very earth this home stands, or whether he be crass and unkind and uncouth —”

“Jaina!” her mother cried.

She continued, no matter the tremble in her hands or the terror building in her spine. “I shall be a second wife — a third. A mistress. I care not. I shall bear him a hundred sons —”

“N-now —” Lord Greymane reached out a hand in the air between them. “That would be unnecessary —”

She met his gaze with a steely one, daring him to speak more. “So long as my family shall always have a place here.”

“It is a woman,” he blurted, and the room went still. “A daughter. Lord Windrunner bequeathed this land to his second daughter. His only heir worth the title now, with two daughters married.”

Her belligerence would not settle, no matter the shock. A woman would be easier to speak reason to, surely; and no doubt a woman of sound mind and logic, if this Windrunner is heir — “I would wed her regardless,” she said boldly. “I am my father’s last living child. I am, in God’s eyes if not the law’s, his only living heir. If she can inherit, then I shall do so the same. Whether it be by blood or by marriage.”

“You must surely understand the weight of your declarations,” Greymane murmured. “If I propose this, and she refuses —”

“She will not,” Jaina proclaimed. “I shall make it so.”

[morganlegaye]

@saudadedreams replied to your post “Writing about Triss’ trauma after Sodden is literally b R E A K I N G...”

Those tags. I am conCERNED.

you should be lol

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I was tagged by the ever so lovely @spocksashayam​ and I love being included in these things so huge thank you!! And away we go!

Rules: Tag ten followers you want to know better

Name: Stephanie

Star sign: Cancer and yes I am an emotional gooey centre with a rock hard exterior. 

Height: Five foot Seven!

Middle name: Don’t have one. Legit the only person who didn’t get a middle name. My mother says its because she didn’t think I needed one, so I’ll take that as a testament to my awesomeness instead.

Put itunes on shuffle. What are the first four songs that popped up:

Girls Lie Too - Terri Clark

What’s Up - 4 Non Blondes

DDU-DU DDU-DU - Blackpink

You In Me - KARD

Grab the book nearest you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17: Given this is a D&D 5e Players Handbook it may make little sense - “...the elven understanding of adulthood goes beyond physical growth to encompass worldly experience.”

Have you ever had a poem or song written about you: Not that I’m aware of!

When was the last time you played air guitar: Just this afternoon. It makes a frequent appearance in my bedroom.

Who is your celebrity crush: I tend to fluctuate between many, though right now I’d probably have to say Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto or Katie McGrath. They all kinda ring my bell at the same time so yeah! Choices, choices...

What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love: Sound I hate - my brothers dog whinning. Ugh drives me insane and one of the few things capable of waking me up from even the deepest sleep. Sound I love - 

Do you believe in ghosts: I’m not closed to the possibility but I don’t think they’re actively among us, no.

Do you believe in aliens: Another one of those ‘if they're out there, cool; til then, I’m not too concerned’ deals. I don’t think I actively believe though, but I’m open to it.

Do you drive: Yep, a lot for work but I also just enjoy it. Gets me out of the house and lets me be alone.

If so, have you ever crashed: Once. Yeah only the once. I actually had to think about that then. Was my fault but was only minor thankfully.

What was the last book you read: D&D 5e Players Handbook, hence why it was the closest book to me.

Do you like the smell of gasoline: Nope. Reminds me of trucks, which I grew up around, far too much for my liking.

What was the last movie you saw: Star Trek Into Darkness. To be fair, it was for gif purposes and then I fell into watching it all anyway XD

Do you have any obsessions right now: When don’t I? Star Trek is my newest and probably most encompassing right now, but I do have an ongoing affair with many obsessions; Yuri!!! On Ice, Merlin, Chris Pine’s face, Zachary Quinto’s face, Katie McGrath’s face and anything she’s ever in. 

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong: Absolutely. I am learning to be less grudgey and forgiving, or at least not letting stuff like that affect me anymore, but there are some people I would hit with a car given the opportunity.

Are you in a relationship: No I am not! Would like to be eventually again, but for now, I’m just chillin out single over here. 

I tag: @saudadedreams, @aeselyn, @crimson-chains, @captain-stelliferous, @demonicvulcan, @flitzsa, @kirknspock, @logicheartsoul, @michyeosseo, @tiffotcf, @tehsarahdoll

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For @saudadedreams,

I hope you liked everything! Happy hunting.

From @crazydcchick

[aryousavvy]

theheda replied to your post “All these anti-sq kids out there who seem to think we have all this...”

Are they serious? If we had any power of them do you really think the BS they've been slinging the past few seasons would have happened?

Nah, it's just this new stuff around 4B - Promos, quotes, and the like

saudadedreams replied to your post “All these anti-sq kids out there who seem to think we have all this...”

I stared at that gif for several minutes like a moron. Clearly it works on overly tired people.

Let me know if you need me bank details, I can hook you up with my BSB/ACC # stat

[jobethdalloway]

Rizzles: rollercoaster.

"Maura, we have to get off now. We’re back at the… we’re… Maura, new people need to get on the ride. Maura. Speak, please." 

Maura’s eyes stared blankly ahead, her hair severely wind-tossed, her mouth open in a (now) silent scream.

Jane had assumed that if Maura really hadn’t wanted to ride the Flashback, she would’ve gone on a more child-friendly ride with Angela and TJ. As it was, though the doctor had shown some reservations, she had gamely walked onto line with Frost, Lydia, Jane and her brothers. She had said it didn’t seem right to go to Six Flags and not indulge in at least some of the thrill rides.

From start to finish, her fingers had gripped the safety bar so tightly her knuckles turned white - but what Jane kind of couldn’t believe was that Maura screamed for the entire duration of the ride with consistent power. The lung capacity alone was impressive, but also seemed to clearly express that Maura’s hesitations about going on had been well-placed.

Tommy and Lydia had to practically pull her out of the car, with Jane giving support from behind. 

"Someone still needs to get her roller coaster legs!" Lydia laughed, as Maura swayed dangerously on the walkway. 

Jane quickly put her arm around Maura’s waist, and guided one of Maura’s arms over her, Jane’s, shoulders to help keep the doctor on her feet. “Maura, are you gonna be okay?” she asked concernedly. It seemed like Maura was letting her full weight rest on Jane, and they were walking incredibly slowly. 

"Do you think the park sells ginger ale?" Maura wheezed out.

"I don’t know," said Frankie. "You want me to go look?"

"Please. If you can’t find any, just … see if you get something peppermint from a gift shop or something."

Maura feebly tried to reach for her wallet, but Frankie was already gone. “Forget it,” Jane snorted, as Frost, Tommy and Lydia hurried to get in line again. She guided them over to a bench near the ride. “Seriously, are you nauseous?”

"A tad ironic, isn’t it?" Maura asked with a weak laugh. "Detective Frost gets woozy at the sight of blood, which doesn’t bother me at all. And he can ride these things all day, and I still can’t make myself acclimate without getting—"

"Woozy, eh?" Jane asked (in a poor attempt at a British accent. Maura likely wouldn’t have gotten the reference, anyway). 

"Exactly. Oh. I’m trembling all over."

"Look, you shouldn’t have to feel like you have to go on all the crazy rides just ‘cause we are," Jane said. Maura’s arm was still over her shoulder, and Jane reached up to take hold of the (somewhat clammy) hand there. She gave it a squeeze. "There’s no shame in liking kiddie rides, y’know."

Maura groaned. “I don’t think TJ likes me.”

"What! Are you kidding? He’s like madly in love with you."

She managed another weak laugh. “How d’you figure?”

"I don’t figure, Miss-Never-Assume-Anything. He told me right out he’d like to marry you.”

"Jane."

"I’m serious! I told him to get in line."

"Behind who?"

Me. Jane lost her nerve. “Steady stream of guys, I’m sure.” 

Of course. 

"But hey. I can sit out on the thrill rides with you, if you want."

"Jane, you and Frost have been so excited about this trip! I’m not going to let you just sit out on the rides you came here for."

"Okay, well some of them, then. I wanted to share this with you, you know.”

Maura tested her luck by wearily resting her head on Jane’s shoulder, and putting her free arm over Jane’s stomach. “Is this okay?” she asked. “That ride really took the wind out of me.”

"Mm-hm," Jane squeaked, trying to be cool. Maura smiled to herself as she felt Jane relax into the position, gently rubbing her arm. "Yeah. I just want you to feel better."

Angela and TJ were supposed to have met the group where the ride came out, and on their way to do so, Angela spotted Jane and Maura on the bench. Initially she was taken aback at the rather romantic position they seemed to be in, but she found a smile unfurling on her face shortly afterwards. They looked so sweet together, and there was something almost disarmingly natural about it. For possibly the first time in her life, she felt the need to keep herself from butting in on a tender moment.

"C’mon, honey," she said to TJ, before he could see them. "Let’s go get some cotton candy." ��

[strangesmallbard]

Happy birthday! Lots of good feelings being sent your way. Have a lovely day! :)

thank you!! :)

[deemnfic]

saudadedreams submitted:

David taught the Kid a few tricks. ;D

http://shutthefrontdoorxp.tumblr.com/post/81384848289

SCREAMING.

BECAUSE GOATS ARE PEOPLE TOO YKNOW.

this is a thing that he has said on the regular to snow.  THE KID HAS FEELINGS, SNOW. YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE FUN OF HER BECAUSE SHE GETS WOBBLY FEET SOMETIMES.  SHE’S SENSITIVE.

[dalliance-amongst-the-stars]

saudadedreams replied to your post: "He is equal to the Gods, that man" I’...

Good luck! It looks gorgeous just from that pic alone.

Thank you so much, sweet thing! ^_^ 

[raffinit]

death sure is about to come bc I'm about to expire from the sexual tension. i need a damn drink.

I’m so sorry you are suffering bc I too, suffer for my art

I would write my usual thirst but I’ve been told 1) I can’t write slow burn and 2) my smut is mediocre and inaccurate

So now everyone gets to suffer :)))))

[morganlegaye]

deviantart(.)com/milliganvick/gallery/59076024/The-Witcher --- I think the makeup artist has most of the pictures of Triss and Yennefer

you’re the bestttttttttt

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For @saudadedreams,

New tumblr pic? Maybe :)

From @crazydcchick

[alinaandalion]

Top 5 desserts. :)

1. Ice cream

2. Cheesecake

3. Pie (unless it's pecan pie or coconut pie)

4. Brownies

5. Cake

[aryousavvy]

saudadedreams replied to your photo “Queensland Brothel offering the ‘Pie, Coke and Poke’ or the ‘Lady for...”

I keep forgetting prostitution is legal here and then this pops up. Made my day lol

'Pie, coke and a poke' or 'lady for a tradie,' I think are my favourite taglines to anything ever.

[strangesmallbard]

A Small Murder of Crows...would you like a knife to go with that story? It seems more clean and less brutal than the amount of feels I got.

i'M sO soRRY that was probably the cruelest fic i've ever written HERE ARE SOME SKITTLES TO MAKE IT BETTER?? AND ALSO HUGS

[deemnfic]

Headcanon: Henry gets a scratch and it really hurts and he starts complaining about it. Regina cleans it and band aids the injury but he takes it off because it itches and itches and it pricks at his temper. By the end of the day, both are about to explode from frustration. Regina tries one last time and he pushes her away yelling, "no, I hate it and you're a meanie" and all she hears is 'I hate you'. She just sits there and starts crying, silent sobs wracking her

and Henry starts crying too and wraps his little arms around her neck ad keeps repeating, "Mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't cry, sorry sorry sorry. Please?" Regina just clings to him and he goes to find the band aids, clumsily puts one on and says, "Here Mommy, I put it on. Please don't cry." And she just laughs and cries and hugs him.