clothos, atropos.

* 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑  𝑏𝑦  𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲  𝑓𝑜𝑟  𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖒.

[fatewcpt]

#𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐂𝐏𝐓 ; a dependent multi - muse for 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑚 by teddy . ( twenty - six, she / her , est . )

› 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 : status . mun   is   offline . threads . zero replies , zero starters owed . starters . open   starters . activity .     last   active   date .

› 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 . ( work in progress ! )

[hozina]

Joust days had always been Rohanne's particular favourite mornings where tourneys were involved. Archery was dullness itself, melees were far too bloody, and bleeding long at that, but the tilts. Horses freshly scrubbed down, shields shining, knights in all their finest plate... Rohanne had taken her place in the stands well and early where she might breathe in the air of excitement before the air of excitement got completely muddied with sweat and horse droppings. It would make little enough difference in a matter of hours, and she could hardly bear to leave, not when the very next tilt might become another Ashford, a trial of eternal renown that she had missed just because she was hot! Any moment the world may see another Simon Dondarrion, another Ryam Redwyne, another Criston... well, preferably no Criston Cole.

She shook herself as a voice interrupted her thoughts, and blinked at the lady before she remembered a sparse acquaintance. A Western lady, was she not? Rohanne could not for the life of her remember her house, and there was no telling if she had dressed in her colours. Best not to take the risk. Rohanne smiled with recognition—that ought to suit for the moment. "Goodness, I can't say I know! The prince is always a great favourite, but it's hardly a sporting bet. Ser Dayne is a wise choice for his horses, but I believe the younger Royce made quite a name for himself at the last row at Maidenpool. I don't know that they've ever faced each other. And I think quite well of Lord Crane's chances, no matter what the bets say."

[fatewcpt]

    𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ? for the life of her, cleo cannot quite tell, and the uncertainty grates at her. she has only visited king's landing a handful of times, yes, but she had done her best to make a sparkling impression. where had she fallen short ? heavens, she'll obsess about this for days, won't she ? here and now, however, cleo puts on a smile, playing at familiarity and affection. ❛ ser crane, truly ? ❜ she echoes , eyes wide with curiosity, ❛ over the fabled sword of morning himself ? my, he must have made quite an impression on you. i haven't had the pleasure of seeing him in battle, myself. ❜ in truth, she has seen only a smatter of tourneys in her years, just enough to count on one hand. unseemly, you see, to let the bastard flounce around where all can see. and that is why she must take advantage of this opportunity---she only has so many to forge alliances and make a name for herself. ❛ tell me, ❜ she coaxes, ❛ is he very handsome ? ❜

[fatewcpt]

     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 the scent of blood and sweat , alive with grunts of exertion and the clang of steel against steel . it is , in a word , perfect . valter lingers at the edges of the arena , watching a fresh - faced noble brat crumple beneath the swings of his opponent , opulent sword laying uselessly in the grass . gods , he loves the melee competition . he has won thirty gold already from loud - mouthed gamblers too drunk on wine and blood both to guard their coin , watched a few of the more irritating knights fall gracelessly , and nicked a rather nice dagger from a competitor too concussed to see his own hand . truly , he could stay here forever . he has but one complaint --- he cannot compete himself . ❛ oh , sure , ❜ he says , tipping his skein to the other , ❛ the peasantry is permitted to compete . a stunning display of generosity , truly . but i'd rather not get my head lopped off when some brat cries to papa about being beaten by a bastard . the bigger the codpiece , the smaller the ego . it's how it always goes . ❜

[fatewcpt]

     𝐦𝐢𝐝 - 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐧 the fringes of the arena , watching squires scurry and knights gleam as the first joust draws rapidly close . half the keep is abuzz with speculation ( who will win ? and , perhaps more important , who will fall ? ) coin discreetly passing between palms as bets are placed . blood - thirsty , malleable fools , the lot of them . cleo fears she is the only one who understands the true prize of the day . it is not , as so many seem to think , whatever gaudy , gilded piece they'll give whichever knight manages not to fall on his ass . it is the title that will be bestowed on his maid---THE QUEEN OF LOVE AND BEAUTY . cleo will demur publicly , bashfully lie through her teeth how ' oh , i don't want it at all ! far too much attention , ' along with all the other simpering maids . but to herself , at least , she will admit the truth . the name belongs to her . all she must do is find the knight sure to win , and bat her pretty little eyes at him . and she is quite good , if she may say so herself , at batting her pretty little eyes . ❛ who is your favorite to win , then ? ❜ cleo asks the nearest figure , smiling shyly from behind her fan , ❛ my brother bet his coin on ser dayne , and i worry he'll lose it all . ❜

[oflcgends]

where: the gardens of the red keep, during the ball

the bastard had very quickly found that environments as bustling as a ball are very much not for her. so with a polite smile on her face, ashara makes her way outside for some fresh air. it seems she's not the only one, too, as there are a few lingering nobles scattered about, mingling under the moonlight. ashara seats herself on an unoccupied bench under a weirwood tree, looking around at the select few who also could not handle the large crowds in the ballroom. quickly retreating into her own mind, she thinks of home and how much she longs to be back there. there is a certain charm to the capital, but ashara has never much liked it if she's really being honest with herself. how she longs for the sense of calm that sitting along the shores of driftmark always manages to bring her. suddenly, she notices a presence next to her. it would be rude to say nothing, wouldn't it? or are they also hoping for a bit of peace and quiet? "needed a bit of fresh air?" she asks softly anyways.

[fatewcpt]

     ❛ 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 ? ❜ voice wry , lips quirked in amusement at himself , soren settles on the bench next to his half - sister. ❛ i fear we may be becoming a tad predictable , sister. it's hardly been an hour . ❜ in truth , the ball had lost its ( already meager ) charm for him within the first minutes , the hum of chatter and buzz of laughter and crush of bodies swiftly becoming irritation rather than amusement . ashara and he have always been alike in that way---as children , he remembers days where they vanished for minutes that turned into hours , only to be found sedately reading side-by-side in some old, forgotten chamber by their increasingly frazzled nurses . life had been so simple then . those days are long - gone now , even the memories dulled with time , but this truth remains---whenever soren turns to hide away , ashara will have inevitably claimed the spot first . he doesn't mind , truly . she is better than most company . ❛ just count your blessings that you're not expected back . i'm under orders to mingle . ❜

[fatewcpt]

t-t-tag   drop  !

[userfayne]

Daughter of the Pirate King - Tricia Levenseller

[blossomfully]

Sue Zhao

[thefrogwild]

[lilllium]

—Torrin A. Greathouse, from Medusa with the Head of Perseus

[doloresgifs]

[ FINISHED COMMISSION ] hi darling ! clicking in this post’s source link you’ll find #477 gifs ( 268x151 ) of maddison jaizani in the series versailles. the gifs were made by me from scratch, as a commissioned request. use them with love : do not redistribute or claim my work as your own. and if you find this content useful, please reblog it and give me a heart.

[katherine-mcnamara]

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[katherine-mcnamara]

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By clicking on the source link at the bottom of this post you will be able to access #153 gifs that are 268x150 in size from Marco Polo 2x01 - 2x03. These gifs were all made by me from scratch, for roleplaying purposes. Please don’t repost into gifsets/gif hunts or claim as your own. Please reblog if using. Hope y’all enjoy!  If you enjoy my gifs consider tipping me on ko-fi or donating to an indigenous cause, gofundme, or creator.

[mischiefblues]

my favourite bess moments (3/??)

[fatewcpt]

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐲𝐤𝐞    —     task  two ,  web  weaving .

 illustration  for  the  rime  of  the  ancient  mariner ,  gustave  dore ,  1832     /     agua   viva ,   clarice  lispector ,   1973     /     unsourced  photographs ,   pinterest     /   journaling ,  silas  denver  melvin ,   2022     /     the  flies ,  jean - paul  sartre ,  1943     /     sharp  objects ,  jean -marc  vallée ,  2018     /     oh ,   the  places  you’ll  go ,  dr.   seuss ,  1990 .

[fatewcpt]

𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥     —     task  two ,  web  weaving .

 incision ,  stephanie  onjh ,  2018     /     poetry  fragments ,  caleb  lovelace ,  2020     /     portrait  of  eleanor ,  angelica  kauffmann ,  1780     /     homewrecker ,  marina   &  the   diamonds ,  2012     /     bless  this  house ,  warshan   shire ,   2022     /     house  of   cards ,   david  fincher ,  2013     /     the  sun  is  still  a  part  of  me ,   jennifer  willoughby ,   2015 .

[lilllium]

—Torrin A. Greathouse, from Medusa with the Head of Perseus