[cerynitiis]

MUSE, sing of the nymph with the amber eyes and lips like roses, sing of elaphia of keryneia, cursed by artemis, loved by hermes. MUSE, sing of the girl whose blood runs gold with ichor. MUSE, sing of the girl who bears herakles' scars. sing of elaphia of keryneia, who earned a goddess' wrath independent and original greek myth character, based on the myth of the ceryneian hind, written by anne ( she / her, 29 ). modern, fantasy, asoiaf and got verses site. aesthetic. meme tag.

[cerynitiis]

alright, new google site, verses updated, pinned updated, so consider this a plotting call !

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here kitty kitty kitty!!!

[cerynitiis]

alright, new google site, verses updated, pinned updated, so consider this a plotting call !

[cerynitiis]

alright, new google site, verses updated, pinned updated, so consider this a plotting call !

[cerynitiis]

revamping your blog aesthetic and trying to figure out what the cool kids are doing nowadays but your birth year starts with 19

[behindfairytales]

LADY MARIAN in Queen Eleanor's garden Robin Hood (2025), The Cause of This Unrest (1.04)

[cerynitiis]

elia flowers tyrell / aesthetic.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Last Seduction (John Dahl, 1994)

[megairea]

“…Marvelous nest of vertigo, your mouth! Two petals of rose closing an abyss… […] And I fall endlessly, into the bloody abyss!”

— Delmira Agustini, from Your Mouth; Los cálices vacíos: Poems (tr. by Alejandro Caceres), 1913

[g0ldscountry]

"I shouldn’t be this close." @cerynitiis. ↪ TENSION ONE LINERS.

the birds in the gardens sing. butterflies flutter from flower to flower, spots of pink and white and reds, dashes of yellow mixed within the warmth of greens as far as the eye could see. far more than any that robb stark has seen in his lifetime, even in summer years the most he may see is the god wood change and wild flowers in the woods begin to attempt to bloom and grow strong. but here ... here were the sun is hotter, where summer feels warm and the air feels thick, where his wool coat is far too heavy and he is gifted, for the first time in his life, something to keep him cool. thin fabric that holds the dire wolf upon his breast. to match his armor, said the craftswoman.

he does his best not to acknowledge her there, gracefully at his side as he watched two blue birds sweep through the hedges. mindful of the thorns and chasing each other through the grounds as they take to the air again, flying far from his sight. i shouldn't be this close. he frowns.

" no, you should not. " she is lady tyrell now. legitimized at his order, recognized as the heir to high garden as her grandmother, olenna tyrell, arranged. even standing this close without a witness is grounds for scandal, questionable to suiters who might wish for her hand. but robb stark remains steadfast, strong and stoic in his stance beside her. though he does not risk the glance. " feels like the start to quite the scandal, doesn't it? "

[cerynitiis]

thick roses blooming around every corner, their sweet smell filling the air, peonies and bearded irises, snapdragons and dahlia's, cornflowers, chrysanthemum, astilbe in the more shadow - rich corners of the castle pleasure gardens. it is one of her favorite places to visit, the air filled with birdsong and the pleasant rush of water fountains, sometimes the hushed chatter of others strolling over the shell - strewn paths.

elia always imagined he would stick out like a sore thumb among highgarden's many frivolous and delicate flowers, a winter castaway stuck in spring, but nothing could be less true. the sun has kissed some color into his pale cheeks and catches the red in his curls, which seem like a crown of fire against the contrasting green hedges. his silk shirt and linen tunic gleam in the light. the seamstress' choice for a sharp cut, pale silver fabric and embroidered direwolf suit him.

she doesn't realize they have fallen in step next to each other until he stops. she becomes conscious, too conscious, of their proximity. he is so close that when she breathes in, she can smell the clean soap of his skin, the honey oil, produced by highgarden's own bees, that one of the servants must have combed through his curls. she makes sure not to look at him when she speaks, voice hushed. " i shouldn't be this close. "

no. you should not. despite his words, robb stark does not move either. " feels like the start to quite the scandal, doesn't it ? "

a laugh escapes her before she can stop it. elia quickly stifles it, though the mirth shows in the curl of her lips, the flush of her skin, the light in her eyes. she turns away from him and pretends to examine a flower with great interest. gaiety lines her voice when she speaks, quiet but with cheek, " oh, my grandmother would be delighted if it were. it would give her an excuse to keep you around. she admires and adores you, you know. i'm sure she'd rather die than admit it, but i can tell from the way she looks at you. " she tries not to linger on the implication of her words, that they would need to be wed. " you look well, your grace. we are glad to have you here. "

[cerynitiis]

VERSE / A BLANCHEFLEUR

when elia grows from flowers to tyrell, her grandmother gifts her a palfry mare called nimwe and two dogs for the hunt: a large, rough-haired hound and a small, skittish terrier. elia names them pip and squeak. much to olenna redwyne's utter disgust and horror, she ends up spoiling them rotten to the point that they rarely leave her side. sweet and loyal pip can often be found lying at elia's feet, alternately snoring or drooling, the whiskers of his grey snout wet, waking only to growl at any who dare approach his mistress. squeak on the other hand prefers to hide under her chair or behind her skirts, his gleaming eyes wary, scruffy head lowered. he emerges only when she sits by the hearth at night to contently curl up on her lap. he has a fondness for sweet meats and slippers and can often be caught furtively chewing on someone's shoes.

[afacelesschampion]

SOMETHING VERY BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN (2026) Episode 8 | "I Do"

[stelacole]

protective sentence starters

﹡ ❝ i won't let anyone hurt you﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ if you even think about touching him/her/them, i’ll kill you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ be more careful next time. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i would die for you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ text me when you get home safe. ❞ ﹡ ❝ don’t you dare hurt a single hair on her/his/their head﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ if anyone tries to harm you, i'll end them. ❞ ﹡ ❝ for you ﹖ anything. ❞ ﹡ ❝ don't you dare touch her/him/them﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i'll take the fall for you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ if you say another word about her/him/them, you’ll regret it. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i will protect you, you'll have my word. ❞ ﹡ ❝ get behind me, now﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ you could have been hurt, or worse﹗ ❞ ﹡ ❝ i’ve got a weapon and i’m not afraid to use it. so let her/him/them go. now. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i’ll always be there to save you. ❞ ﹡ ❝ i’d rather die than let you get hurt. ❞

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  medieval  /  fantasy  /  d&d  inspired  threads  and  aus!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i hope this raven finds you well… ❜

❛ you carry a sword, yet you are not a knight. ❜

❛ the gods must be angry. i sense a storm brewing. ❜ 

❛ there’s no place i’d rather be than by your side. ❜ 

❛ nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are. ❜

❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜ 

❛ well, i’m not a knight. not yet. ❜

❛ at least we’ll die with honor. ❜

❛ i’ve never seen a dragon before, what are they like? ❜

❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜ 

❛ of all the idiots in the realm, i’m trapped with you. ❜ 

❛ shed no tears for me. i will be back before you know it. ❜ 

❛ i’m sorry, but i’m to be married to someone else. ❜ 

❛ here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them. ❜ 

❛ you humans are most amusing. ❜ 

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ you were made to be ruled. ❜ 

❛ i will protect you. it is my duty, knight or not. ❜

❛ my kingdom is in danger. i’ve come to ask for your aid. ❜ 

❛ i’ve got a date with destiny, and it won’t end in a kiss. unfortunately. ❜ 

❛ keep your sword up and your back straight. ❜

❛ you’re asking me to commit treason. ❜

❛ you will make a fine ruler one day. ❜ 

❛ no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath. ❜

❛ you should see me in a crown. ❜ 

❛ bury me shallow, i will be back. ❜

❛ bard! play something a little more upbeat. ❜ 

❛ i warn you, i’ve been trained to kill since birth. ❜

❛ my magic is useless against them. i’ve never felt so powerless. ❜ 

❛ how can it be my destiny to protect someone who hates me? ❜ 

❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜ 

❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜ 

❛ any man who must say ‘i am the king’ is no true king. ❜

❛ knights must prevail with steel and sinew alone. ❜

❛ impudent of you to assume i will meet a mortal end. ❜

❛ spare me the ‘i’ve come to slay you’ speech and let’s get on with it. ❜ 

❛ it is my duty to protect the last of the dragons. ❜

❛ do i look like the kind of person who dies? ❜

❛ we are king and queen, chained together like prisoners in a dungeon. ❜ 

❛ for every great ruler, there is an equally great assassin poised to kill. ❜

❛ my bloodline was wiped out before my eyes. i’m the last heir. ❜ 

❛ you look better in your wanted posters. ❜ 

❛ you don’t need a king. a knight can make another knight. ❜

❛ violence for violence is the rule for beasts. ❜

❛ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❜

❛ pick a god and pray to it. ❜

❛ i’d rather die than marry you. ❜ 

❛ my duty is to my people. ❜ 

❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜ 

❛ i will paint the throne red with your blood. ❜ 

❛ what’s a life threatening quest without a bit of music? ❜ 

❛ some of us may not survive, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward… paid. ❜

[thygraves]

🌹⚔️ A 𝔊OTHIC ROMANCE.

♯ DRUNK ON RED WINE, HER LIPS ON MINE SUFFUSED WITH THE PERFUME OF NIGHT. ↪ a celebration of devotion, courtship, and dangerous affection. the following is a random assortment of prompts specifically catered toward fantasy and historical settings. feel free to adjust, combine, and add specifics wherever necessary.

ACTIONS.

sender presents receiver with a token of devotion (flower, ribbon, dagger, etc.)

a stolen kiss in the gardens while snow still clings to the hedges.

a dance shared beneath lantern lit trees.

sender challenges a duel over jealousy.

sender ties receiver's colors to their armor.

a love confession spoken in an old tongue.

sender and receiver's cut palms are pressed together in a blood oath or binding ritual.

sender places a wreath of flowers upon receiver's brow.

sender and receiver are forced to sit beside one another at a feast.

sender offers receiver an intimate drink of blood from their wrist.

sender and receiver meet in their secret place.

a heated kiss that escalates beyond propriety.

a night spent beneath the stars, watched by something older than them.

sender and receiver dance together (a ball, a feast, etc.)

sender offers a marriage proposal made purely out of spite.

a passionate, reckless kiss before battle.

a dramatic, public declaration from receiver.

a handwritten letter from receiver sealed in wax.

sender and receiver share a cup of wine.

sender and receiver speak privately, intimately on a balcony.

sender and receiver are unhappily betrothed to be married.

DIALOGUE.

"when the moon bleeds, so do hearts."

"i have watched you longer than i should."

"i would choose you, even if it burned kingdoms."

"drink from me— and only me."

"come back to me."

"you are mine to protect."

"i never asked you to protect me."

"if i cannot have you, no one will."

"you are not meant for gentleness— and yet."

"i dream of you without your armor."

"take it. before i lose my courage."

"you hate me. i tolerate you. it will suffice."

"if we are caught, let them choke on it."

"you look too beautiful in the cold."

"if we must endure this, endure it with me."

"choose me now, or watch me bleed for it."

"this is treason."

"smile. they are watching."

"do not look at me like that."

"only a taste."

"if you betray me, it will damn us both."

"you would kill over a glance?"

"say you do not care for him— and i will sheath my blade."

"i have tried to stop loving you."

"if you bleed, you bleed for me."

"you do not know what you do to me."

"if i dared take your hand, would you pull away?"

"when you ride, ride safely. i would not forgive the gods."

"if the world were kinder, i would ask for you openly."

"i would burn a city for that look."

"you should not look at me so, not where others may see."

[giorgiawhighan]

CAMILA MORRONE via instagram

[cerynitiis]

VERSE / A BLANCHEFLEUR

when elia grows from flowers to tyrell, her grandmother gifts her a palfry mare called nimwe and two dogs for the hunt: a large, rough-haired hound and a small, skittish terrier. elia names them pip and squeak. much to olenna redwyne's utter disgust and horror, she ends up spoiling them rotten to the point that they rarely leave her side. sweet and loyal pip can often be found lying at elia's feet, alternately snoring or drooling, the whiskers of his grey snout wet, waking only to growl at any who dare approach his mistress. squeak on the other hand prefers to hide under her chair or behind her skirts, his gleaming eyes wary, scruffy head lowered. he emerges only when she sits by the hearth at night to contently curl up on her lap. he has a fondness for sweet meats and slippers and can often be caught furtively chewing on someone's shoes.