#spoiler alert they fall in love

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Saturn: *walking down the path near Helgen, passing the Guardian stones*

Nebarra: I still don't know how you managed to get all the way from Markarth to Falkreath when your next destination is bloody Whiterun.

Saturn: I took a detour. Uncle didn't say I had to be back by a specific time.

Nebarra: Just because I don't know doesn't mean I asked.

Saturn: So rude.

Taliesin: *from afar* I wonder what the color blue smells like...

Saturn: What the hell.

Taliesin: *manic laughing* Oh Gods, I'm hallucinating!

Nebarra: ... Nope, we are leaving. Now.

Saturn: No, we are going directly towards that voice.

Nebarra: *groans* I will never understand why I follow you.

Saturn: You and me both, Nebby.

Nebarra: Stop calling me that!

Taliesin: And who in Oblivion are you two supposed to be?!

Saturn: Adventurers. Who the hell are... *frowns, recognizing him* You?

Taliesin: Huh? What in the world is that look for??

Saturn: ... The agent that went with Sanyon? I hadn't even realized we were in this part of Falkreath.

Nebarra: So we were lost, you idiot.

Saturn: Shut up. What was your name again..? It's on the tip of my tongue.

Taliesin: ... Taliesin.

Saturn: Nope, it wasn't that-

Taliesin: It's an alias. I'd prefer not to tell you my actual name if you're with the Thalmor. Do I know you?

Saturn: Maybe. *waves her hand, sighing* Saturn. Daughter of Elenwen.

Taliesin: ...? I didn't know Elenwen had a daughter. I've always heard she had a-

Saturn: Daughter. Like I said.

Taliesin: I see... Although, maybe you shouldn't be spreading that information around-

Saturn: *annoyed* I know that, ya' tuskin jerk.

Taliesin: So vulgar. And what on earth is with those clothes? With a drab outfit like that, you must have pieced it together from the clothes of all the different people you've slain!

Saturn: *wearing royal elven armor forged in Markarth* ?!?! I'll have you know I forged this armor myself, you ignorant squaking crow!

Taliesin: With that shoddy craftsmanship?

Saturn: It's better than those hideous Thalmor Robes!

Taliesin: HIDEOUS?! I'll have you know these are quite fashionable among Altmer!

Saturn: They're hardly even worthy of being worn by tusking peasants!

Taliesin: Listen here, you little- *stands from his place on the ground, realizing he barely even goes above her shoulder at full height* L-little- Gods you're quite tall, aren't you? One could mistake you for a giant.

Saturn: One more word out of you and I'm witholding this healing potion from you.

Taliesin: ...

Saturn: What on earth happened here, anyways? I'm told she was hoping you both would die, but one of you managed to live.

Taliesin: Tell her and I will spill your guts.

Saturn: Try it and I will paint the shrine of Talos with your blood.

Taliesin: Hah. Feisty.

Nebarra: Shut up, for Gods' sake-

Saturn: Anyways.. *tosses the healing potion at Taliesin* I'm not with the Thalmor anymore, and I won't tell my mother you survived. I'm actively trying to avoid her, actually. Setting out on my own, n' all.

Taliesin: Huh. You know you'll never be able to return, right?

Saturn: Was counting on it.

Taliesin: ... What say I go with you?

Nebarra: Absolutely not.

Saturn: Sure.

Nebarra: Why on earth would you want him with us?! What if he betrays you??

Saturn: He won't or else I'll make sure it's the last thing he does. *looks at Taliesin with an overly wide smile* Isn't that right, Tally?

Taliesin: Hah. Careful, I might actually start to like you.

Saturn: I would rather die.

Taliesin: The feeling is mutual.

~

For context, this is the height difference between Tally and Saturn LMFAO

She's so tall god-

[okwhatsgolngon]

fly high creloise 2024-2024 🕊

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Mr. Rappicini

Twice-Told Tales; Rappicini's Daughter (1963)

[secondbeatsongs]

I might love sharknado too much you guys

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius Black is a pretty boy that comes from a rich family. Many people want him.

Some might see this as an advantage, not Sirius. Sometimes he doesn't know if people like him because of his beauty and money or because of himself.

With his friends, he knows it is the latter. But sometimes he doubts it. Sometimes he wonders why they put up with him in the first place. He is a pain in the ass. Sometimes horrible, selfish and reckless.

With his lovers is worse. Sometimes he loves being wanted and desired. He is the kind of person who craves love and affection. But sometimes wonders if people would ever love him for real. If he wasn't good looking or wasn't a Black, people wouldn't even like him. He doubts himself all the time. And he is scared to be vulnerable, to fall in love and show his real self so the other person would leave him.

Sirius might joke saying he is gorgeous and blessed with beauty. But in reality, Sirius believes being a pretty boy is a curse.

[sdwolfpup]

For the Festive Fic prompts, I'd love to see what you do with 14 or 17!

14. family invites a rival/enemy/the boss to a Christmas party/vacation

"What is she doing here?" Jaime hisses to Tyrion as they stand in the receiving line at their father's annual Christmas party. It's always an overblown affair: everyone dressed up like they're about to meet the Queen, the abuse of gold-plated decorations, the persistent jazzy Christmas music soundtrack, and dear god the garlands. It's like a forest exploded all through the house.

Normally, Jaime finds the whole thing tedious and boring and he and Tyrion skip out halfway through to go get drunk on Tywin's most expensive liquor that gets trickier to find every year. The old man hasn't outwitted them on hiding places yet, but it was a near thing last year.

Jaime expects this year to be different, though, because there, large as life, is Brienne Tarth hovering at the end of the receiving line, her hulking shoulders hunched, the austere black of whatever dress she's wearing doing her no favors. She looks like she's at a funeral, not a Christmas party.

Which would suit the dour, frustratingly stubborn woman that is his primary rival in the world of high-end real estate.

"I can't see who you mean but based on the venom in your tone, I suspect you mean Ms. Tarth," Tyrion drawls. "She's here because Father invited her."

"What?" Jaime turns on his brother, completely ignoring the councilmember just holding his hand out to be shaken. "Why?"

Tyrion takes the councilman's empty hand and pumps it aggressively, wishing him a Merry Christmas before turning back to Jaime. "Because he wants to hire her," he says like Jaime's being especially obtuse.

Jaime stares at the woman creeping closer in the line. "But she works for the Starks. She hates us."

"She hates you," Tyrion says cheerfully, taking over for Jaime as he ignores two more people in line to glare at Brienne. "The rest of us she's neutral about."

Jaime scoffs. "That's only because she hasn't met you yet."

Tyrion kisses the hand of a woman and Jaime watches her laugh prettily. His brother lifts his brow smugly. "I'm very charming, Jaime. I'll bet you a case of that scotch we had last year that I can get her to be my friend before you."

The music dips for a moment and Jaime hears Brienne saying, "Merry Christmas" to one of the many Lannister Realty employees down the line from him. Her voice is soft and almost sweet--nothing like she sounds whenever he has the misfortune of talking with her.

"I'm not taking that bet. She'd befriend you just to spite me," he grouses. He shakes a few more hands without really seeing any of the people in front of him, too busy keeping an eye on Brienne's progress as she makes her way.

He can tell the moment she notices him in line, because all of the ease and shyness drains out of her and she straightens, lifting her head like a bear that's just spotted a threat.

Good, he thinks, meeting her gaze with a cool smile. Best she know what's waiting for her if she's considering this.

Jaime's flooded with anxious energy waiting for the line to hurry and deposit her before him and then it finally does. Up close, the black dress turns out to be shorter than he'd thought, and her very long legs stick out of it thick trunks. Her arms and shoulders--her best features, in his opinion--are covered, but an alarmingly broad swatch of her pale, freckled chest is bare except for a jeweled, golden sword hanging from a delicate necklace chain. It looks incongruous, the fragility of the links against the ropey tendons of her neck, like a trail of kisses against her skin.

Jaime blinks and jerks back. "Tarth," he greets her, folding his hands behind his back. "Did you get lost on the way to the Stark holiday party? Or are you hoping to actually enjoy expensive food at a work function for once?"

She grimaces, a familiar look on her wide face. "Lannister." She shoves her hand out at him as though a parent is standing behind her and forcing her to do so. He looks down at it, the wide span of her palm, the mountainous knuckles, and marvels again this woman is as successful a realtor as he is when he looks like he does and she looks like this.

Her hand hangs between them for a long moment before he finally takes it, feels the sting as she squeezes more than is polite. He hides a grunt and squeezes back, enjoys the way her eyes narrow and she puts even more strength into it, a vise slowly crushing the bones of his hand. He returns it, the two of them locked in an escalating battle of pain until Tyrion clears his throat.

"If you two are done trying to rip each others hands off, you're holding up the line." He sounds richly amused and Jaime realizes that the line has bunched up behind Brienne and there's a large space between her and the people ahead of her now.

She yanks her hand away and Jaime is oddly delighted by the stripes of red that flood over her cheeks like fingerpaint. He's less delighted by the way his hand is throbbing. He sees her flex her hand at her side and hopes he gave as good as he got, because he's convinced he'll have bruises in the morning.

"Enjoy the party, Tarth," Jaime tells her as she hurriedly shakes Tyrion's hand and mumbles Christmas wishes. "I don't expect you'll be invited back next year."

Her eyes skate back to him, blue and cold as the ice in the middle of a glacier. "That's because I'll be in the receiving line ahead of you."

Tyrion hoots with laughter because the best realtor gets the dubious honor of being here at the end of the line nearest Tywin and the leadership team.

Brienne's already hurried too far to make a comeback worth it, or even audible, and Jaime swears he won't have a single drink tonight until he's driven Brienne Tarth from the grounds, or at least from his father's perspective employment.

(Festive prompts here)

[heart-bones]

"....Bruce Wayne is the Batman??? ...unsurprising - if only since ...it is not so much a thing learned...as a thing remembered."

I've been ping-ponging the idea of a Frankenstein inspired Talon!Dick fic, but I need to read more Court of Owls things to feel confident in writing it. In any case, this scene would not quit, so I drew it instead ♡

[portraitperpetuity]

Theodoric II the Undying

(OC! Some lore under the cut)

King Theodoric II of Hohenach was known by many to be a creature of the night, believed to have been turned as a young man after a rebellion nearly rendered his family line extinct. In spite of his power and supernaturally long lifespan, he never produced an heir to inherit his small but influential kingdom.

Theodoric’s reign was characterized internally by stability and tolerance, even through the era of sickness. Foreign relations, however, were more tumultuous. The neighboring duchy of Aimery was a particular enemy—the two states waged war on-and-off until a peace was struck through a political marriage between Theodoric and Jacinthe, the only daughter of the Duke of Aimery.

After centuries of rule, he vanished with neither an explanation nor a trace. His kingdom would eventually come under Jacinthe’s rule. Based on historical record of her behavior and the length of her reign, it can be assumed that she, too, had been turned.

Theodoric is suspected to have re-emerged under different names in various places throughout Descela, typically in the fields of architecture, history, and academia—but this, for the most part, is speculation.

Names and details are subject to change.

[choccorin]

HAVE YOU SEEN

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[balloonboyismyson]

I wonder how many people get through Monty's gator golf with all hole in one's. and i wonder what they'd get anything special for it if anything.

It WOULD be a REALLY difficult thing to do, but I think Management would offer a free photo pass with Monty! Which expires that day <3

[twcwheeler]

She has been preparing her quarters. And they think she cannot have fun? Sweets, decorations. Check! And later... maybe that horror movie. She almost forgot about that. She and...

those who answer her open invitation to film night at plaza. Cowards.

[atlasdoe]

low-key wanna write a marauders american small town au where Sirius is an escaped convict and Remus is the son of the sheriff Lyall Lupin who's heart it set out on putting Sirius back in jail as he's the one who "killed" his closest friends Fleamont and Euphemia Potter

[thefreakandthehair]

So was it all one sided or does Steve actually have feelings for Eddie too and want it to be a relationship not just FWB or whatever you want to call their thing?

in which fic?

because as a general answer, anything that I have written or will ever write about these two makes it exceedingly (and sometimes grossly, lmao) obvious that their relationship is very real and very mutual! 💕

but if this is about the football au I’m planning, expect a (in my eyes, super fun!!) rivals to teammates to lovers sort of thing!

[yioh]

made this ugly ass sketch of these characters i thought of HSNBDJXB ok ok so this is a steampunk setting right and so on the right there is the girl in a suit, she’s a non human being that wields the power to control space, time, the very fabric of matter and existence. fascinated by humans she decided to follow around a person who was toeing the line between life and death, this is the girl on the left. she is very depressed, cynical and skeptical of life, without much to live for she goes to work and comes back home much like a robot. the non human being offers her the option to end existence as a whole if she hates the concept of being alive so much and the cynical girl is faced with a decision that she can not even begin to comprehend. standing face to face with the fate of the universe in an ugly world dictated by greed and sin, wielding a weapon that could destroy the very concept of space and time, a lonely human girl reaches out to try and figure out whether keeping this universe alive is worth it or not.

[transselkie]

Trying to make a character playlist

Anyone have any songs to capture the feeling of “I don’t actually want him to love me back” or “I think I’m content to die alone because I don’t know that I believe romance has ever brought anyone happiness”?

[ajyetagain]

*acting completely insane* im in love in case you havent noticed