#scribetiloa

[chaosclimber]

Ok, so I was gonna just shout this at @scribetiloa but nope. Gotta share this with more people because aaah.

Like. Even coming at things from a modern perspective, Hob Gadling losing his family in the 1600′s was tragic. 

But I saw this post today, and it made my think of Hob Gadling losing his family in context of the high infant mortality rate of the time. 

Hob Gadling, who had to have known that there was a damn good chance he was always going to have to bury his children young.

Hob Gadling, who realized exactly how well off he was in the late 1500's  ("this is what I always imagined Heaven to be like") and thought maybe, maybe he could hold onto a little bit of hope. Not that he would never bury his family, but that they would at least live a full, natural span of years. 

 Hob Gadling, who's seen countless men and women lose themselves to grief in his earlier years, being so sure that when the time came, he'd be able to continue.

But he doesn't expect the first truly difficult birth to take the mother as well as the child. But he still has young Robyn to cling to, so he can go on. For now, at least. Oh, he maybe drank more of an evening (just to get to sleep, you understand? Just so the bed doesn't feel so damn empty ), but he functioned. He was still a father, still providing. He even wrote, a little, tawdry things addressed to his Stranger. Nothing was ever good enough to escape being tossed in the fire like so much kindling, but it helped.

And Robyn grows up. And Hob can let out a sigh of relief. His boy has grown into his own prime, he can stop worrying so much. They've got enough money, he'll never have to worry about Robyn getting snatched up to go to war against his will, and there's none that are truly worth the fight so as to tempt the boy to serve anyway. Barring a freak accident, his boy has become a man and should well give him a grandchild in a handful of years.

Can you imagine what a shock it would be, once he's managed to hang onto that hope once more, to get the message? Too late to do anything about it. "There was a brawl. Your son is dead.” No wonder he falls so deeply into his own grief. No wonder he stays too long, long enough to kick up suspicion. It is a Greek tragedy of his own making, and his fatal flaw was what all will tell him is his greatest strength: unceasing optimism, almost to the point of self-delusion. Would it not have hurt less if he had remembered how pervasive Death is, if he had braced himself from the moment he'd become attached? Or...so he asks himself after. So he will, in fact, ask Death herself--she did check in with him, briefly, just after Robyn.

 She had no answer for him, only a question in turn. "Would they have wanted any less than the full measure of your love?"

[snowmcid]

modern starter for @scribetiloa

Alayne fumbled with the bottle, the heavy thing unfamiliar in her hands as she tried dutifully to wield it with the same ease and grace Teige displayed so effortlessly - or at least he made it seem effortless. The Eyrie was a beautiful establishment, outfitted with the same level of luxury that it’s namesake once possessed, yet, it was a comfortable place too, one in which the wealthy denizens of the Vale could drown their sorrows and spill their secrets with equal ease, even if Sa-Alayne felt like a stranger in her own skin. 

“How do you do that?” 

[chngexfheart]

@scribetiloa - Starter Call 2

{~🌹  If this day could get worse, it’s entirely plausible things could look up from there. Hands lightly stinging from the harsh washing of dishes a majority of the day. It seemed to be endless, with how red and raw his hands are. Now shoved deep into his pockets as he makes his way into the nearest bar. Hating how he got stuck on kitchen duty...again.

  Sitting directly at the bar, the brunette decides on whiskey and instructs them to leave the bottle so there could be a quick refill when the glass is empty. Fingers dinging into his bangs, pulling back form his features so he can stare at the brown liquid unhindered for a moment before downing it once more. 

“What a day, glad it’s finally over.”      🌹~}

[lcfou]

Who has a better sense for interior decorating, you or Gaston? Also, did you help him decide which antlers to use?

“Gaston is good at picking out the decorations, and I am good at picking out the right places. As someone who enjoys the arts, I have a rather good eye for spacing and detail. Gaston usually chooses which antlers to use and which to sell.”

[forvistxkonge]

🌹

This Reflection of Mine {{ Accepting }}

{~♚      “Thank you my lady, might I               say the sentiment is returned               in full.”      ♚~}

@scribetiloa

[aequusinlustris]

@scribetiloa

“Hot... hot... hot... I do beg your pardon, but... would you happen to know where to find a bit of shade?”

[chaosclimber]

scribetiloa:

Her fingers tightened in his hair as he shifted to kiss her neck, and she bared her throat for him. Let her own presence calm him. She understood his complaints against his home, as she had complaints against her own. She purred, gently pulling the furs up around them. 

“If it comes to that, we will. If we have the time, I will give him to the arena of Yve. He will meet a suitable end, either way.” She smiled, pulling him just a little closer. 

“Enough of plotting for tonight, my love. Let me spend the rest in your arms.” She shifted slightly to plant soft kisses along his neck. 

And so they passed that night...and many, in the days to come. They fell into a rhythm--get up, eat, work, watch the desert, eat a bit more, then to bed. It was easy, it was familiar, and--to minds like his own and Tilly’s--it was boring. And so it was noted right away when the city of Yve came into view. A great city, it was, walled, and with spires that almost, almost reminded him of the melted stone that was Harrenhal. He wondered if that ancient castle had looked like this before Aegon had destroyed it. He would certainly imagine so. They approached from the south, toward what he assumed was the main gate. Or...perhaps the only gate. Granted, it was a city, thus hard to take in even from a distance, but he could perceive no other gaps in the great wall that would indicate such an entrance.  That...seemed short-sighted, but it was hardly his place to judge. City planning was not his area of expertise, after all.  Though it was hardly as if they were expecting an attack.

The surrounding desert was empty, after all. 

They slowed as they approached the sand-docks ringing the wall, caution guarding all sets of eyes. Petyr in particular was keeping his eye on Anen. He did not put it passed the man to guess why they were stopping here and attempt to harm Tilly in an effort to save his own life...

The Outlaws

[theeldestsun]

@scribetiloa

------------- “ Yes, to venture outside the boundaries of the city and its atmosphere one would require a mask and armour,” the Prince of the planet Dorne explained, gesturing to the thin dome that encompassed Sunspear -- and the empty desert beyond, “ Toxic fumes and the sun’s rays would suffocate and burn any without the proper equipment -- and even with the right equipment, foreigners would find it very difficult to survive any longer than three hours in the desert. The Dornish however, have evolved to withstand most of the poisons and the temperatures. How is it like on your home planet, if i may ask?” 

[chaosclimber]

Tag games are here again! Rules: Tag 10 (or less) people that you want to get to know better:

Tagged by @chaosheadspace , @beholdme

Relationship status: Single irl, @scribetiloa is my tumblr wife, and I'm involved in a rather complex polycule on a discord server!

Favourite colour(s):Bitches like bloo. It's me, I'm bitches.

Song stuck in my head: Flowers from Hadestown

Three favourite foods: macarons with lemon curd filling, red velvet cake, boston creme pie (look, I clearly have a sweet tooth)

Last song I listened to: Welly Boots, by The Amazing Devil (tw: parental death)

Dream trip: Paris, France. Specifically I want to see Les Mis stuff, but also god just everything about Paris.

Last Thing(s) I googled: One of those height comparison sites so I could compare myself to @chaosheadspace . It is very much a case of Tol vs Smol.

Tagging: anyone who wants to! but also @scribetiloa, @theeldestsun

[silenceofthewood]

FULL NAME: Hjin OTHER NAMES: Miss, Hjin Salika, Lawless One, Cherished One OCCUPATION: Healer for anyone and Hunter for Clan Centurio AGE: 87+ but appears in her mid-20′s GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Demisexual and Biromantic (with a leaning towards males) ORIGIN: Velia Village, Salikawood CURRENT LOCATION: Rabanastre, Dalmasca NATIONALITY: Dalmascan ETHNICITY: Vieran SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  Ivalican common, Vieran, Archadian, Rozarrian, verse-dependent  RELIGION: The Green Law HEIGHT: 5′8″ BODY TYPE: Meso-Endomorph EYES: Blue TATTOOS: See Here PIERCINGS: None SOCIAL MEDIA: Verse-dependent SMOKING: Sparingly DRINKING: Sparingly ATHLETICS: Hjin is an extremely active woman HOBBIES: Hjin enjoys gardening, reading, and learning new information VIRGIN: Nope FAVORITE DRINK: Orange juice or water FAVORITE FOOD: Anything she makes herself, she’s not really picky. Chocobo Egg Omlettes FAVORITE MUSIC: Does the humming of the Wood inside her own head count? CLOTHING STYLE: Hjin sticks to clothing that is available to her species while also ensuring she stays cool in the Dalmascan heat. UNDERWEAR TYPE: She doesn’t frequently wear any as her cloths provide her with enough support as it is.

TAGGED BY: @theplagueofstars

TAGGING: @ofsilverguns @purrom @forlcrnfrost @dappercobblepot @wingedvirtues @gvord (and any of your subsequent characters :D) @spearofthemother @chaosclimber @scribetiloa @intothewildsea @cxliigo

[chaosclimber]

@scribetiloa Tiloa, my dearest, I think I found your handwriting...

my name is Scribe and wen its brite with pen and inke i sit and write (in rede and blewe and gold that glemes) with carful handes i gild the memes.

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Someone who doesn’t even have a Tumblr submitted this to me. It is glorious.

[a--speckled--pelt]

BOLD what your muse can do.

REPOST, don’t reblog. TAG ten muses.

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

Tagged by: @toprotectandscrve Tagging: @tophatandbrassknuckles @xendure @scribetiloa @chaosclimber @dahlsfinest @gentlegiantingvar & Anyone else!

[chngexfheart]

detailed muse info sheet.
 please repost, don’t reblog!

PLACE IN SOCIETY

✖ FINANCIAL – wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty


✖ MEDICAL – fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / deceased


✖ CLASS OR CASTE – upper / middle / working / slave / unsure


✖ EDUCATION – qualified / unqualified / perpetually studying

FAMILY

✖ MARITAL STATUS – married, happily / married, unhappily / engaged and devoted to a fault /partnered / single / divorced / widow or widower / separated / it’s complicated

✖ CHILDREN – has a child / no children / wants children / adopted a child


✖ FAMILY – close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / HAS NO SIBLING(S) / sibling is deceased


✖ AFFILIATION – orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by both parents / other

TRAITS & TENDENCIES

✖ disorganised / organized / in between


✖ close-minded / open-minded / in between


✖ cautious / reckless / in between


✖ patient / impatient / in between


✖ outspoken / reserved / in between


✖ leader / follower / in between


✖ sympathetic / unemphatic / in between


✖ optimistic / pessimistic / in between


✖ hardworking / lazy / in between


✖ cultured / uncultured / in between


✖ loyal / disloyal / in between


✖ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

✖ SEXUALITY – heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demi sexual


✖ SEX – sex repulsed / neutral / sex favorable


✖ ROMANCE – romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable


✖ SEXUALLY – sexually adventurous / sex experienced / naive / inexperienced/ curious / uninterested

ABILITIES

✖ COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none


✖ LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none


✖ ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none


✖ TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Tagged By: Stolen From; @jcligarcon


Tagging; @princebete @anastcsie @demoisellebeauty @distrcss @a--speckled--pelt @glxtzy @scribetiloa @runningracingdancingchasing @femmelieutenant @neveroutofsight

[forvistxkonge]

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★’s for Accuracy {{ Accepting }}

{{ There are no words! Tilly is amaze and sweet, and smol but tough. She’s sweet! I love her! }}

@scribetiloa

[chaosclimber]

@scribetiloa

I just really love all those ships that are like:

Character A: *does anything*

Character B:

[theeldestsun]

comic commission (click for info) for @chaosclimber ! based on these [1] [2] threads

A vicious young prince of Kothbyrn exiles Tiloa, Petyr, and several of their friends. He hasn't stopped to consider, however, that the dear lady had foreseen such an action, and stood ready to thwart him. ---- tagging @scribetiloa because ilu too