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@bravesttavia
Tavia couldn't help but shift uncomfortably when she saw the girls eyes locked onto her. Attention wasn't something she was accustomed to. Or, she was before the f i r e. She used to be a popular kid, as popular as you could be as a thirteen year old, and then it all changed. It was obvious to her that the girl was one of the popular kids, so she looked to the floor when she walked Tavia's way.
AKA “WHERE THE HELL DID YOU ALL COME FROM I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”
I never expected to get even 20 followers on Claire, let alone SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO OF YOU LITTLE SHITS. Can I just say that I love each and every one of you? Even the ones I don’t interact with. You’re all perfect human beings and I love you all so much.
So anyways. I decided to do a little giveaway since I haven’t done one in forever. So:
Rules- -Must be following me. -Ends at 10PM Mountain Standard Time, tonight. -Reblog to enter. You can reblog as many times as you’d like but you’ll only be entered once. -When I say FC of your choice, I mean as long as resources are available. I may have to ask you to pick a secondary fc to finish it off, at least with the GIF icons.
PRIZES
One first place winner will get: 100 Icons and 50 GIFcons of a fc of their choice.
Two second place winners will get: 50 Icons and 25 GIFcons of a fc of their choice.
Threethird place winners will get: 25 Icons and 10 GIFcons of a fc of their choice.
All runners up will get 10 Icons and 5 GIFcons of a fc of their choice. Everyone who enters will get a promo graphic.
GO GO, ENTER.
Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world.
The Lord of the Rings Meme - 7 Locations (5/7)
↳ Bree
Hey! People in the Twilight tag (and some other tags but yeah)! I have some ideas for a Twilight RPG, that I would love to play out, but I would need some people to help me w/ it. So.. If you'd be interested --- just message me? Or like this and I'll message you aha. It's kind of a Fablehaven crossover, or inspired of it at least, but you don't have to have to have knowledge about the series tbh.
iamtheoneoflight:
Galadriel smiled softly down at the young woman, as she outstretched a pale hand, slender fingers wrapping around the woman’s tanned wrist, helping her to stand. Once the girl stood normally, the lady elf gave a graceful nod, blue hues swimming with amusement. ”You need not apologize my child, you were in the midst of something that I have interrupted.” Her low voice flowed, like the cascading current of a river. The one of light’s eyes looked around the quaint room momentarily before residing their gaze on the unfamiliar figure.
"My people and I are in need of a stay for the night, so that we may rest and keep to our horses." Galadriel added, jaw tilted slightly downwards to level her eyes with the girl. "May we be welcomed within your village for this night? We will not stay long, and will try to help in any way necessary." The queen spoke elegantly, remembering that she had yet to introduce herself.
"I am the lady Galadriel of Lothlorien."
"I--" Once again, Tavia were speechless. She had heard so many stories of the Lady Galadriel as a child, and now they were standing face to face! She cleared her throat, feeling somewhat awkward all of a sudden. Surely, she must appear to be dirty and torn to the elf, and she blushed a bit at the thought. If she had known, she would at least have cleaned herself up. "I'm not the one you should speak to, then, lady Galadriel. I'm just a maid." Tavia tried her to meet the blue hues of the Lady, but found that it just made her blush even more. Gods, she wasn't used to eye-contact, or to speak with lords of ladies. This was almost too much for the young maid. "But I'm sure you and your people will be welcomed."
makahwxlfgirl:
"Hey."
Standing on the front stoop, one hand shoved In a pocket, the other supporting the casserole Dish in her hand, Claire turned her attention, Which had previously been turned to watching The road, onto the girl in front of her.
“My aunt Emily just asked if I’d drop this off on my way By. Bit of a house-warming gift, she just lives a couple Houses down.”
And she’s offering the casserole dish out.
"Oh. Thank you." She said sincerely and took the dish with one of her hands. A smile sneaked it's way onto her face. Tavia looked down to the plate that rested in her hand, "It looks great... I'm Tavia, by the way." Her voice was not unkind, but made it obvious that she wasn't used to having a normal conversation.
Tavia ran town the muddy streets of Bree, laughing. She was playing with some of the children there. "I'm coming to get you!" She laughed, and one of the little girls squealed with joy when she nearly caught her. Tavia growled as she chased after some boys, no older than five, that had joined the game. She loved to play with the little ones, they were the only ones who never judged her. She got some nasty looks from the older people, but shrugged it off. She made a turn, and bumped into someone, making both of them fall to the ground. "Oh Gods, I'm so sorry!"
"The cast of “Happyland” is a very tight-knit group. Since the very beginning, we have been a family and as such we are there to support each other literally and figuratively!"
northxrnwolf:
The journey had been naught but relentless, travelling through the patter of rain which left beads of dew settling on the furred collar of cloaks and licking shades of black into once-auburn hair. Though soon the land became stable once more, and as dark clouds were rushed south by the howl of the wind, Robb’s stony stare began to soften; travelling was not arduous when gloves were not sopping and steeped in mud and water.
His host would travel east, though the likes of Braavos and Slaver’s Bay were cast from his mind (though he couldn’t deny the steady stir of rumours about the Dragon Queen struck with tales of liberation and ferocity, activity that far east, in the Free Cities and perhaps dragging its feet into Dothraki settlements, would only prove a problem if armoured boots trudged their way into Westeros itself). But men — armies, swords, steel and strength were needed to add to Robb’s host, and if plucking them from far off cities proved necessary, then at the advice of his men and the resounding sniff of approval from Grey Wind, it would be done.
The Inn was small- cosy with the blare of a fire to warm the whiskers on his cheeks, but a tankard left untouched and the expectant glare of his wolf brought the king to his feet and out to the stables.
“No, no… it seems the fire was too hot for my wolf—Starks are accustomed to much colder… and the talk of politics seems the be the only thing on peoples’ lips. I should like to stay a while, if you’ll allow it.”
Tavia fiddled nervously with her hands. She wasn't used to company, and the wolf made her more than a little bit nervous. It reminded her so much of a warg, the wolf like creature than often appeared in the stories she told her sister. Truthfully, she would rather that he didn't linger there, but wouldn't say so. It wasn't proper for her to deny a king. Gods, she didn't have much say against very many at all. The sweet smile she so often carried with her spread across her pale face once again. "Oh." She wasn't sure what she would do. Was she going to continue working, or was that disrespectful? Oh, why couldn't life be easy? She put her hands on her hips and looked to the ground. The word fire had her heart quicken and her eyes water. All she could see was the bright flames and the men in the village desperately trying to put them out. It was years since it happened but Tavia could still remember it as if it was yesterday. Great. Just great. She had already made a fool out of herself by acting like a scared child. He probably thought she was afraid of him, or his wolf. "Err.. Yes, that's okay. Would you mind if I continued working?"
Tavia had never seen an elf, but she had heard stories of them. Of course she had, she loved stores in general, and especially those about the elves. And now, a group of them was passing through Bree to get to the Western Shores! The girl was deep in her own thoughts, making the beds in one of the rooms, and probably wouldn't notice anyone speaking to her. Good thing no one ever did. She picked up the old sheets and walked out of the room, where she bumped into someone. The beauty of the woman in front of her got her awestruck, and for a moment she could only stand and stare. Then, her body reacted and she fell to the floor to pick up the things she had dropped. "I'm so sorry!"
sweetandpiousserpant:
Too big a company would have attracted a crowd,
it was something they had prepared for. For now Tyene would travel with a few soldiers keeping a safe distance in case of danger. If the situation called for it they would be between the sand snake and an enemy in an instant. “Thank you…” she began relieved the girl didn’t ask for more details… but Tyene would need to practice playing at her pious role. It wasn’t as if she didn’t play this role a lot though. None the less… "I pray to the Seven it is a safe journey… would you care to join me if duty is not keeping you too busy?”
"You mean.. to sit down?" Tavia's eyes widened ever so slightly. She wasn't used to gaining attention from anyone ever since the fire, and for a guest to ask her to join them was unheard of. But she didn't mind it at all, even a tavern-maid needed company every once in a while. She pulled the sleeves of her dress down a little more to hide her burns before she looked to the woman again. "I suppose I could do that."
the sooner you realise your fate will always be in the hands of others the better
sweetandpiousserpant:
Tyene was on her way to King’s Landing, but no one was to know that. At least they could not know that she was Tyene Sand. No, she had to be a septa and win over the new high septon in order to assist whatever it was her uncle was plotting. At least he was finally taking action rather than postponing the vengeance they deserved. She just wished it could be a bit quicker. But it wasn’t as if they could massacre all the Lannisters. That would make a bit of a mess… ”This is lovely, Thank you. Could you perhaps tell me how far we are from King’s Landing?” Her voice came out delicate and sweet as her dainty fingers brought her drink to her lips.
"Oh." Tavia tilted her head and thought for a moment. Her mother had brought her to the capital once or twice, so she should know the distance by now. "A little less than a week, depending on how fast you travel, of course." The sweet smile was still on her lips. She couldn't help but wonder why a lone woman was to travel to King's Landing, it was a very dangerous place. But then again, looks could be deceiving and Tavia knew better than to judge people without knowing them. None the less, the stranger would be gone by morning, just like all other guests. Let them mind their own business, she thought.
