poor, poor seladon .

i'd choose the moon   :   𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 the sister moon .

[bluemns]

#𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐒 . ˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗ independent & private portrayal of 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘪, 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢'𝘳𝘢𝘳 from henson co.'s horror fantasy franchise THE DARK CRYSTAL. canon compliant and headcanon oriented, with influence from the j.m. lee novels and other supplemental canon material. adapted for a broader dark fantasy genre. 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 : tolkien, star wars, baldur's gate 3, and more. org. established in 2019.

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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 . . . heavy is the crown, the parentified eldest daughter, breaking the haughty, the bonds of sisterhood, misplaced loyalty, rebirth of the self, and the inescapability of fate.

[bluemns]

HOTD PRESS SAAAAAAVE ME HOTD PRESS

[dragondreamers]

200 DAYS OF HOUSE TARGARYEN — day 115: baela targaryen in regent

[excaliabur]

⤷̲ correspondence with, @bluemns as seladon ... ❝ how am i supposed to trust you? ❞ :·

                        the question halts him mid-stride, with boots grinding as he pivots back toward her, brows drawn in tight. ❝ i don't understand why you'd doubt our reasons for being here, your highness?   ❞ anakin says, ❝ we're delivering aid supplies, that's all. leave the politics for the senate.   ❞ it's a deflection, as much as an answer.

he is not ignorant to know how the giefling people see the galaxy, how they interpret this war, their views on the jedi order and its teachings. the force is strong here, much more loud and alive than he's ordinarily used too. it presses against anakin's senses, vibrating through him like a strong current. since first stepping foot upon thra a day prior, it has continued to cloud his thoughts, and pull strangely at him.

❝ you don't have to trust us, believe whatever you want about the jedi, about the republic. but let us help you.   ❞ he continues, with tone lowering to something not so direct as often he takes. ❝ it's not a bribe, if that's what you're worried about.   ❞ gloved hand comes to settle upon his hip, while the other rises to pinch the bridge of his nose, a gesture against the strain. ❝ in fact, senator amidala of naboo insisted on this supply run. so, here we are.   ❞

[bluemns]

politics.  hah.  were it not for the sake of professionalism,  seladon may have just chuffed aloud.  only the jedi,  reared without knowledge of their homeworlds,  would dismiss her concerns as a matter to be resolved on the senate floor.  gelfling are a secretive race.  there has been no documentation of a childling raised in peacemakers’ faraway temples. representation among the republic is itself a recent advent,  brought about only by skeksis insistence.  to house skywalker and his men in any capacity upon her soil is near blasphemous for the way it exposes them, and his flippancy of the matter brings greater displeasure to a countenance already broiled in embitterment.

“  i do not need permission to distrust you,  general,  nor does thra need your help.  ”  yet even as she speaks,  the song of the crystal is corrupted.  a discordant melody,  drawing blight across their lands and turning creatures mad with disease.  can he feel it,  seladon wonders as she watches anakin work his fingers into the bridge between his eyes,  this sickness in the air?  is that why they had truly come?  to witness the mighty thra’s collapse firsthand,  preserve their findings in the archival libraries for all to discover?  beside her anger,  the thought instills her with an unease.  if such information was available to the public,  how many more would come? 

“  our lords have been entrusted with the planet’s well - being for thousands of trine.  you may offer senator amidala my thanks,  if it so pleases you,  but i would advise that her and your order tend to the matters that concern them before you impose yourselves on my people.  we are not one of them.  ”

[bluemns]

i’m still on vacation but garthim wars seladon truly is insane to me cause what if you were still considered a “child” ( very young adult ) by your species’ aging / social development standards and yet you were the power to answer to in the midst of a war against creatures you don’t understand because the skeksis come from another dimension entirely and the garthim are unnatural hybrids of two extinct / subjugated species. what if everything you ever feared for your race and your family’s legacy was coming true before your very eyes and all you can do is let it happen / push it in the right direction because you can’t Stop the war. you can’t Stop the skeksis bloodlust, you tried negotiating with them once for it and they told you no and then tortured you by forcing you to look upon the darkened crystal of truth. what if you were the guiding light for your species that you spoke of when everyone else doubted you, but it was in every single wrong sense and you’re basically the judas sheep for the entirety of the gelfling race because there’s nothing else you can be. i am the all maudra leader of the gelfling ruler of the dead

[bluemns]

me when seladon second of her name, garthim wars queen, the last living all - maudra, born to ice and buried in fire,

[bluemns]

˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗ @echosdeath   asked : ❝ glad you’re still in one piece. ❞ / prmpt.

“  as am i you.  ”  what strange times be upon them,  that all - maudra finds comfort in the presence of a sandmaster.  under watchfulness of dousan and sifan rulers alike,  she takes shams by the shoulder and scrutinizes her with the observation of an eldest sister  –  tenfold,  for all she has lost and all she wishes to hold dear.  relenting in her hold only when she discovers there is no fresh blemish set into beryl skin,  despite the elder’s recent pilgrimage from the mystic heartlands  ;  complexion rather lively and heat - ruddy ‘neath the triple beams of celestial brothers. 

 the revelation furrows her brow.  surely the journey had been a perilous sort,  for how little they understand these great beasts that claim one half the skeksis’ true forms.  brea insisted in tale of her venture to the circle that they were of docile nature,  and yet word of a disgraced lord in their company had sewn the silverling with doubt  ;  she,  too,  once believed masters and their ilk could never enact harm upon their people,  and now bares the evidence contrary plainly ‘pon her features.  what is there to say young princess has not been tended to with the same duplicitous half - truths?  (  a voice from the depths of her mind,  speaking in the same chastisement as when old cruelty rears  :  and what is there to say her judgement has not gotten the better of her once again?  )

“  you must tell me of your journey,  ”  seladon says for the sake of her nerves,  hands now stayed at the dousan’s elbow and pinching the skin there too tight.  “  what of the the hidden valley?  will the mystics aid our fight?  ”

[toskarin]

oh, what? am I the bad guy? just because of how I betrayed you, you'd cast me as the traitor? [tries to drape over the nearby throne forgetting I dramatically meandered a small distance away] [falls directly into the firepl

[ghiblin]

PRINCESS MONONOKE もののけ姫 1997, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[bluemns]

BAELA IN BLUE, OH I FINALLY WON.

[bluemns]

˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗ @ozgog   asked : [10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught. / prmpt.

it is for the sake of lady turstin’s patience that all - maudra had insisted they dine separately, lest her meal fall to neglect under brea’s unrelenting inquisitiveness.  the dining table is set for two,  though seladon does not partake in the delicacies laid between them  :  fish of the silver sea seasoned with grottan spices,  ripened cherry squash,  a cream and mushroom stew garnished with chopped mint - apple and hooyim oil.  rather,  she observes their faraway visitor.  how jaw works through the softness of vapran foodstuffs, the occasional flash of pink amidst her facial hair as she chases the wayward moisture of stew or the peachberry wine in her goblet.  (  and isn’t that a fascinating thing,  the stubble sprouted along her jaw?  she has heard of women that wear false wings ‘neath their garments,  men that are no less deterred for bearing their own —  the luckiest of their gender by far.  yet only their elders seem capable of piddling things where the mandible meets their neck,  long and plaited rather than short - kept and shapeless.  she wonders if such natural ornamentation is cause for reverence in turstin’s homeland the same as it will prove amongst skarith  ). 

guest appears to sate her fill of savory palette,  and seladon watches as she reaches for the dessert that’d been set aside for their meal’s conclusion. a frost - soft cheese wedge dusted in sugar,  like the first blowings of winter ‘pon the vapran bluffs.  as her teeth bear  (  rather trepidatiously,  silvering notes  )  through the curd’s yellow - white flesh,  the powder billows down the front of turstin’s garment and into the spaces between her fingers.  before all - maudra may call upon the house staff to fetch a rag,  she has brushed the sweetener from her clothing,  and  . . .  and affixed her mouth to the side of her palm.  lapping stickiness from the appendage, beard molded around the shape of it and that same reddish tongue carving at own world - hardened flesh.  there is something obscene about her ministrations, and still she bears witness to it. does not realize gaze has leadened to staring ‘til thumb draws from the lady’s lips in a sound not unlike a parting kiss,  and eyes turn up to match hers across the painted wood.  they both flush.  seladon for the shame of having been caught,  and turstin under presumed embarrassment for the display altogether. 

“  . . .  it has been many a trine since one conducted themselves in such manner in the presence of the all - maudra, ”  she says to save face, motioning regardless for a handmaid to fetch a dampened cloth for their visitor and looking anywhere except the white sugar film that clings to the corners of her mouth.  “  i take it this means you’ve enjoyed our offerings?  if you’d like,  i could have you escorted to your bed chambers. you'll be able to . . . wash up properly there. ”

[bluemns]

she watches him.  there is little much else to do on these mid - day interruptions to their voyage than rest herself,  and silverling is far too trepidatious of the figure adorned in mother’s likeness to allow greater access to her unconscious mind than it already possesses.  their companions would seem inclined to agree.  cleaning their blades ‘neath the shade of the alder trees,  supplementing energy lost from the meager food stores they’d swindled out of the wizard,  reviewing scrolls that’d been collected amidst their scavenges of blighted villages and derelict homesteads  –  anything to keep idle fatigue from claiming them.  it almost makes her envy the genasi.  a hero of faerûn in his own right has no need to worry for being caught unawares,  and whatever likeness the dream guardian visits upon him must not be so offputting as to discourage his sleep altogether.  it is an unspoken pleasantry within the camp not to ask after the others’ manifestations,  and yet seladon does wonder,  hands tending in the meanwhile to a bolt that’d splintered off the flank of a newmade gnoll,  whom his could belong to.

˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗ @m4tchstick   asked : ❝ um, i was just resting my eyes… you won’t tell anybody, right? ❞ / prmpt.

she does not realize jonathan has roused until he speaks,  uncharacteristically diminutive and withering beneath an observational stare mistaken for judgment.  he’s ashamed for having been caught.  good.  this journey will progress all the faster if daylight is not wasted on something as trivial as a nap under sunbeams.  whomever it is that visits him indeed,  their reunions can wait ‘til his head falls upon its bedroll.  “  i do not need to tell.  there is very little cover here  –  you’ve already been seen.  ”  she shrugs as though it were a statement without intent,  attention settling fully now on the matter of her arrow.  they are still a few days out from nearest settlement,  and trader stock can be fickle this deep into goblin territory.  “  i must say,  i expected a greater deal of professionalism from one of your reputation.  will your eyes be able to remain open when bloodshed begins,  genasi?  or should we all prepare our funerary rites for when the cultists bash in our skulls and take our tadpoles for themselves?  ”

[bluemns]

VACATION NOTICE!!! i am going to be on a cruise trip with my family from tomorrow, saturday the 16th until next week, sunday the 24th. we will be out of the country for a portion of our trip and i do not plan to, nor do i want to, purchase wifi to accomodate our stay. this means i will not be accessible by any means for over a week unless one of our stops has wifi and / or i pilfer it off a family member's phone hotspot just to check in. i will have a queue running while i'm away just to keep activity up, but in 99% of cases i will not be here and instead i will see + talk to you all again when i get home next week! love you, miss you already, stay safe!!!

[bluemns]

VACATION NOTICE!!! i am going to be on a cruise trip with my family from tomorrow, saturday the 16th until next week, sunday the 24th. we will be out of the country for a portion of our trip and i do not plan to, nor do i want to, purchase wifi to accomodate our stay. this means i will not be accessible by any means for over a week unless one of our stops has wifi and / or i pilfer it off a family member's phone hotspot just to check in. i will have a queue running while i'm away just to keep activity up, but in 99% of cases i will not be here and instead i will see + talk to you all again when i get home next week! love you, miss you already, stay safe!!!

[bluemns]

i think my project for myself when i get home is setting up a much more fleshed out verses page, even if i have to steal from chan and make a separate carrd entirely. for the au worms in my brain but also my general dark fantasy verse so that it’s easier for plotting purposes.

[hagiomoto]

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[bluemns]

saw a bad batch edit set to 23 by noah kahan and now i’m hunter brained the day before i leave for vacation