cont. from here , @sickfcks
her fingers clench at her side, unable to avoid the way they curl into fists, an urge to ball them up completely and swing without a secondary thought. but she was meant to be behaving, a guest there for the night at the behest of punk, it wouldn't do her – or him – any good if she went 'round handing out black eyes to everyone that got on her nerves. instead she lets out a long exhale of breath, willing to allow him to walk away without saying a word, until he continues to speak. continues to poke and prod at her to the point where dark eyes flicker up to his face.
“ he's not the boss of me. ” a careful glance away over to where punk's leaning over the catering table, before she swats his hand away from her chin, and presses a manicured nail into his chest. “ don't call me baby, either. ” dictating her own terms, as her finger drags up his chest, before her fingers curl into his beard and yank at the hair, bringing him down a few inches. “ we can talk now just fine, can't we? doesn't look like you're all that busy right now. ”
↪ 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition ! ( a collection of 25 settings based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant to inspire drabbles or be used as prompts . WILL be updated . )
001. the interior of an elegant carriage .
002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .
003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .
004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .
005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .
006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .
007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .
008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .
009. the bustling streets of a market town .
010. a sun - drenched vineyard .
011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .
012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .
013. on horseback , deep in the woods .
014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .
015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .
016. a war - torn battlefield .
017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .
018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .
019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .
020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .
021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .
022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .
023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .
024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .
025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .
026. the quiet stables of a large estate .
027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .
028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .
029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .
030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .
031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .
032. on the landing of a busy train station .
033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .
034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .
035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .
+ 20 more setting prompts : 6 / 01 / 2024
036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .
037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.
038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .
039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .
040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .
041. in a quaint village square during a festival .
042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .
043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .
044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .
045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .
046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .
047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .
048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .
049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .
050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .
051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .
052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .
053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .
054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .
055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .
Send "What if they kissed?"
and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"
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@tymptir said : " the look on your face says there's more on your mind. " , for the blackfish & myranda.
she'd always been poor at hiding her thoughts, ever visible in the curl of her lips – in the way her eyes hold life no matter how hard she tries to dull the fire within them. it comes as little shock to hear as much from his lips, even if myranda had considered him to be uninterested in the things that lingered in her head. she purses her lips for a moment, her head tilting as she casts her glance over the blackfish once more, before a soft rise and fall of her shoulders is offered in response.
“ surely the mind of a foolish girl does not bother you so much, lord brynden. ” a teasing curl of her lips as lithe fingers curl around her goblet of wine, bringing it to her lips to take a small sip. myranda knows well enough of the reputation that precedes her, for the bawdy rumors that encompass the minds of everyone when her name is brought up. a fact she cannot change, the unfortunate side effect of how her first, and only marriage, had come to its end.
“ i was only thinking of how you share a look with someone, that is all. ” keen eyed, myranda'd picked up on the similarities withheld between this tully and the girl littlefinger had sworn to be his own daughter; had also listened to enough fumbles of words from alayne to parse out enough information that she wasn't entirely who she said she was. an intriguing game it was, and one she thought perhaps, that the blackfish hadn't yet caught on to being played. “ what was your dear niece's name again, the one married to the stark? ”
𓉸ྀི interview with the vampire (1994) ; accepting .
@azmenka said : evil is a point of view. god kills indiscriminately, and so shall we.
the illustrious we. perhaps not a sticking point for others – a minute point not worth ruffling feathers over; but for sansa, always for sansa, did it barb and prickle. her nose wrinkles, distaste and discomfort present on the fine, porcelain features of her face as her gaze flickers up from her lap, where she'd been forcing herself to study the stitches in her gloves – forcing herself to not communicate nor involve herself in a conversation where her tongue would sooner get her into trouble than it would anything else.
she is meant to be a bastard here – she is meant to hold her tongue, and to not recognize maron greyjoy for his familiarity to his brother. alayne stone would not know him from any other ironborn, would not know that he held the same quirk of his lips as theon once had. surely, this, like all of other lord baelish's insistences, was a test; a consideration of how deep she was willing to sell his lies.
her distaste flickers away as quickly as it had presented, gone in an instant, replaced with a cool, uninterested glean as nimble gloved fingers tuck dyed black hair behind her ear.
“killing without thought or care makes you no better than a lannister, no better than cruelty reborn. the gods do as they will, that does not mean you should not hold yourself to a standard, lord greyjoy.”
cold, winter chill – held in her tone as tully blue eyes shift around the room, cursing petyr for leaving her to meet with the man; cursing theon for what he'd done to her home, cursing herself for the way her fingers flex within her gloves and then settle again into her lap. she wasn't arya, she was not strong – she had no fight within her, no capability for killing or death.
“your choices are yours alone, but do not think to act rashly within the vale, 'less you wish to find yourself at home within the skies. i hear the nightly winds oft cause men to consider jumping to save themselves the remainder of their sentences.”
wake up from nap, shit post, make bad decision(s)
you may dress an ironborn in silk && velvets . teach him how to read && write && give him books . instruct him in chivalry && courtesy && the mysteries of the faith .
──── but when you look into his eyes , the sea will still be there . cold && grey && cruel .
⋙ AZMENKA . old valyrian meaning ' ironborn ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private portrayal of Maron Greyjoy from grrm's ' a song of ice and fire ' . book - && headcanon - based . lovingly penned by hannah .
i really need to do my carrd, i REALLY need to do my carrd
at a friend’s playing a board game — but i willllll be home later tonight to do some things