ON YOUR HEAD BE THE CONSEQUENCES @crownedice - Tumblr Blog

she spun herself a crown of gold, thrones of bones and citadels. to the deaf stars she screamed:

make me QUEEN or i’ll make you bleed.

#fantasy rp #original character rp #independent rp #star wars rp #dragon age rp #♔ PROMO

i added a star wars verse after a long talk tonight with @orderblood \o/

#♔ WHO WILL WRITE YOUR STORIES WHEN YOU ARE LONG GONE (ooc tag)#;;ooc: i legit just like combined aleris's story w an oc i made and then forgot about and now cant find the info to #;;ooc: but their stories were the same so w/e #;;ooc: or at least were shockingly able to mesh

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They move in horde; shadow masses approaching, hoods pulled over their eyes. ENSHROUD YOURSELF LEST YOU BE TEMPTED BY THE WORLD AROUND YOU. She leads them, Grand Enchantress. She - a Queen come to reclaim her birthright. Destiny long ago spoke of her demise, that she would lie in the Black Forest, succumbing to the winter chill, her bones stripped of flesh and buried underneath the fresh snow. ( DEFY IT, PRINCESS. THE BETRAYER SANG WHILST SHE MOULDED YOU FROM CLAY, AN ARTISTS’ VISION BROUGHT TO LIFE. YOU WERE MEANT FOR MORE THAN DEATH. )

❛ Your Majesty. ❜

The word, naught but a whisper, repeating in hissing by the Immortali surrounding her. From cloaks of shade, hands of varying skin tones, seek out her flesh, settling along her waist, her arms. Her hand escapes the cloak, rising to wave them off, rising to pull the hood from her face. Porcelain skin outlined in dark makeup - THE QUEEN BARES THE ENTIRETY OF HER VISAGE. With no veil to gift her with modesty, plump mouth twitches into a frown. The wool of her cloak catches the quartz of her crown for but a moment, freed as she stands her ground. I MOVE THE STARS FOR NONE.

❛ I am Queen Verania of Eorraria. Against the better judgment of my Council, I have come to decree a treaty between our people. Lest you deserve my IRE. ❜

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“You’re ire? My dear, we wouldn’t be meeting if your ire were of any concern here.” her voice is pleasant, and her laughter tinkles like fine crystals dancing together.

Her smile is pleasant and her appearance finely crafted from the crown on her carefully laid hair to her golden gown, even her words and expressions were carefully chosen to be as inoffensive and charming as possible.

“I know very well who you are, as you clearly know who I am. Please.” with a sweeping gesture she stood from her throne, the light from the ornate window crowning her in sunlight as she towered over her guest on the dais, “Accompany me somewhere more appropriate for these talks.”

#♔ A QUEEN SHALL REIGN ON HIGH (BLESSED BE HER NAME)#crowndeath #;;ooc: claps bc im so excited