#wclfheir

[fantasycorrupted-a]

@wclfheir from here.

she had been watched, hadn't she? the feeling of someone's gaze heavy on her back made fiadh spin around, sword in hand. where on earth had the time-turner dropped her this time? it was a matter of time til she found out – but, like many other times when she would crash into a different age, the pirate had questions.

alas, the first person she spotted did not look like he had answers; if anything, he likely had twice more things to wonder about now that a strange woman had appeared out of nowhere. “that’s expected... so do i. though mine are of a different nature entirely.” she approached him. “we could try and answer them all together, shall we?... i’m fiadh. nice to meet you, sir.” he didn't seem like the royal navy officers who had been chasing after her, mistaking her for her grandfather. for now, fiadh was safe... relatively.

[northernforces-a]

❛  You wanted to see me your Majesty ?  ❜ for odin ??

❛I did, yes. Come closer, young man.❜ Odin's voice remained calm and hinted at his interest in the youth, and something in it - in the way he held himself, the way he spoke - commanded respect. While his unharmed eye kept watch as vigilantly as always, it was harder to see clearly at greater distance.

❛I heard from my son that you showed great courage, fighting alongside him and his friends... I would like to congratulate you for it.❜

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[dandeliicnsarchived]

continued from here ! // @wclfheir​​

❝ And you, sir just saved me from ten minutes of awkward conversations and small talk - thanks. ❞ Claire says as she sets her bags down and takes a seat next to the male. Brushing some loose curls behind her ear, she reaches for her notebook, textbook and pencil or at least a pen and realizes - she doesn’t have either or. Slightly sighing softly with frustration she manages an apologetic smile and turns towards the male once more; even though she was friendly for the most part she didn’t like bothering people who were in their comfort zone. ❝ I am so sorry to bother you - again, but do you have an extra pencil or pen? I promise I’ll return it once class is over. ❞ dark brown hues glance down over to his paper and she notices the small drawing. 

❝ cute wolf - but I think he needs a friend. ❞

[bcbliophile]

@wclfheir​ liked for a starter !

“You look so much like a man I use to know” Susan tilted her head as much as her crown would allow, looking the man over with a confused frown. He looked like Caspian-- but he couldn’t be him, the Caspian she knew was long since dead, he and his wife Lilliandil left behind only their children. “I am Queen Susan of Narnia-- who might you be?”

[starlsssankt]

❝  none of them deserve this !  ❞

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, around them. The Fold was all-encompassing once they were this deep inside, and the Darkling turned at the sound of the plea. He'd just shifted the borders of the Fold, those thick shadows engulfing the ports of Novokribirsk, to take who knew how many lives.

He looked at Caspian.

❝ You're wrong. ❞ The argument is simple, and the Darkling didn't raise his voice. Didn't fight against that claim. He merely stepped closer to Caspian, shaking his head. Eyes were firm, hard and deadly, though, as the Darkling continued.

❝ They did deserve it. Every one of them must know, and pay the price, for their treachery. ❞ A glance towards where Alina was, but he didn't elaborate.

For the West had tried to kill his Sun Summoner. He couldn't abide that.

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[simulcrae]

The gallery is full tonight, or that is how it certainly feels. Surrounded by a shroud of disembodied voices ; catching half snippets of conversation as they slip from one group of exhibits to another, followed by the squeaking shadow of shoes on polished stone. It must be her nerves, for surely there is no other excuse for this consistent need she has to rub her hands together to wick away the slick perspiration that by some horrendous magic keeps appearing on her palms.

It’s not her first exhibition, nor is it the largest, or even the most anticipated, but it is the first she has felt compelled to attend. Lulu much preferred remaining the mysterious sculptor, only attending events at closing, with some one to relay the finer details of other pieces which commanded the same space as her own. But charity is one of those very few causes which could make the so called ‘ blind prodigy ‘ change her tune. When she’d been given the opportunity to submit a few pieces for the event, it had been a thrill, for as much as she loved her work, there was little better than the feeling of giving back to the community that had fostered her & her family. And when the organizer had mentioned how much it would mean to the community for her to be there for the opening in person, well . . .  who was Lulu to refuse?

But maybe she should have brought more than just Benny with her. Not only did the black poodle with his bright blue vest stick out like a sore thumb, but he also couldn’t tell her if she knew someone before as they walked up to praise her work. Then again with all these people around she couldn’t have caught a single word from her interpreter anyhow; but, it would at least keep her from feeling like one of the displays.  Or maybe that is just her own wishful thinking, a way to edge off the building anxiety of the evening which has her fingers clutch ever tighter to her program, the useless paper crinkling between nervous thumbs.

                                @luposcanius​  [ plotted starter ]

[apostolicattilan]

📜

Caspian: I prevented a murder today. Owen: Really? How’d you do that? Caspian: self control.

[shireentheunburnt]

Two Heirs

Shireen wandered the halls of Castle Black in the middle of the night. She had finally helped her mother fall asleep, and now she was alone in the dark again. Here, even though she was tired, almost painfully so, she could breathe. The princess hated sunrise, hated sudden bursts of light; they made her uneasy in a way she hoped to conquer within herself one day...

Clutching her charred stag to her with both hands, she stuck to the shadows and tried to keep herself to herself. Quiet... No staring eyes... Night... Safe. 

Rounding a corner, she paused to see another stood in her path. It would be rude to pretend she hadn’t seen him...

“Hello,” she called softly, a gentle attempt at a smile on her face, “are you all right?”

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[godofvillains-aa]

@wclfheir​

   the telmariene looked over towards the stranger.  this stranger was clearly not from around here. caspian is out here by himself , until he saw this strange being.

the werewolf sighed. “you’re in wolf territory.” the man says simply. he didn’t mind visitors nor strangers.  the prince walked closer , as he crossed his arms.

�� you can call me caspian. about you? may i know who you are?”  he asked.  the telmariene hands the other a flask. it was a bottle of water.

     All Eleanor really remembered was sleeping on the Subway, and then she woke up here. It must have randomly done a drop off or something.. Not the first time before that train has randomly dropped her off in some random place!

    “Wolf territory?” she parrots, sitting up a bit on the ground. She looks up to the stranger, having her guard up. Who knows what dangers walked here, and wolf territory didn’t sound so... welcoming.

     “Caspian? A pleasure to meet you sir,” she replies, standing up to her full towering height and dusting her back side off. “My name is Eleanor Birch. I’m not from around here.. I think I got dropped off here some how.” She decided not to mention the fact it was a magical subway that did so. She wasn’t in the mood to be treated like a lunatic.

   The woman waved a hand at the flask, “No thank you, I feel fine at the moment..” Honestly, she was a bit thirsty, but she didn’t exactly trust some random person she met with drinks or food.

[hxllblazer-a]

@wclfheir​

“Y’know… when they said there might be a wolf off terrorizing the locals, y’ weren’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Well, in his experience anyways, though now John was regretting not asking for triple his usual rate to look in on just what the hell had been going on here. These sorts of hunts… definitely weren’t his thing, that was for sure. Too many factors, too many ways things could go wrong.

And honestly? Maybe a touch of pity for the poor bastard on the other end of it.

“Relax though, ‘m not really here for anything awful or the like. One too many bad experiences with your lot got me writin’ off these sorts of hunts for good.” A snort, and he fished out a cigarette to light up. “Think the mayor just wants to make sure you’ve not been causing any serious trouble or whatever.”

[vivalavillain]

{A closed starter for @wclfheir.}

A frown crossed Kilgrave’s face at the sight of the young man. He looked awfully familiar but he was terrible with faces and names unless they were exceptionally important to him. The rub was, this person reminded him of someone he did know, someone he did remember. But the man Kilgrave knew, Billy Russo, was either dead or arrested for any number of heinous things and... well, a good deal older than this person casually strolling down the street. Curiosity piqued, he approached the seemingly much younger man and fell into step beside him.

“Tell me your name, won’t you? I feel like I must know you and yet here I am, completely unable to recall your name. You’ll forgive the intrusion.” 

[northernforces-a]

—. for Loki ? i just had to ! a little angsty maybe hehhe

“ Soo.. you wanted to see me Trickster? “

unprompted asks (always welcome!)

“A little bird told me you’d spoken to my father on an occasion I was not around... but you did not tell my dearest thunderous brother to leave.” The trickster breaches the subject straight away, looking right into Caspian’s eyes. One of his eyebrows raising slightly, there is no other indication on Loki’s face just what he could be thinking about. “And I became curious, you see...”

He is walking in circles to keep himself busy while he speaks. When he speaks again, however, he stops walking - and he is now not very far from Caspian. But he isn't too close, either. The wolf has a chance to flee, should he think that would be a correct thing to do. For now, Loki does nothing, except for looking at him. The interest towards the young man is obvious on his face.

“You don’t trust me, do you? I wouldn’t be surprised to hear one such confession from you. You will not be the first to say this. I only wanted to let you know... you should pick your allies wisely, and your enemies even twice more so.”

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[meaningful-negativitymoves]

Tony walks into the room and looks at the man that he's going to be trying to recruit today and frowns. He knows how old he is by the file he has in his hands, but he looks way younger and like he couldn't have half of the experience that he's supposed to have. Tony sits down from him across the table and opens the file "So, Caspian; why don't you tell me if you would like to help me fight Captain America and his merry band of law breakers or if you don't why that is?"

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[fledermoved]

Hey, folks! Apologies for the delayed response, but I always appreciate the sending of the optional passcode! Hopefully we can pick something up soon, if that’s what you’re interested in!

Since it’s resource Sunday, here’s some rp icons I’ve drawn of Judas in bat form that I don’t mind sharing with others for their own use! Just credit this blog please :)

@resistandbite​

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[starlsssankt]

@wclfheir​​ sent an ask // 

❝  back off .  ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓... bored expression. Like he’s not impressed, but then, he doesn’t know much about this stranger that is in front of him, threatening him. 

The shadows grow thicker around the Darkling. Subconscious actions, of course, but it’s like the darkness senses his anger, his annoyance. 

❝ I sincerely hope you rethink your tone of voice... ❞

[josephinesrphub]

“Wow.. the moon looks so pretty..” for Blyth !

Blyth had been sitting in silence, staring at the moon for what felt like hours. He wanted to feel the sun on his skin again.. and it hurt to know he wouldn't. He sighs a bit, just thinking as he watched the moon rising. It was then that he had heard a voice near him, talking about the moon. "She is.. Luna has always been so beautiful.. especially during a harvest moon. It's rejuvenating." He responds, voice quiet.