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@gcldenages
𝐆𝐂𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 ——— a private & selctive, mutuals-only multimuse blog based in cs lewis' the chronicles of narnia. primarily focused on expanding the lore of the golden age & the lore of narnia & the other nations as a whole. crowned by monarch (any/all, 22).
site. memes. main.
hi gang. come on to say that i've moved blogs to @toskahs! i've also picked up a new name. currently, i only have sideblogs in place for edmund and bacchus, but i plan on remaking my multimuse at some point <3
Send “going somewhere?” for your muse to catch mine in the act of climbing out the window.
Send “window escape” for my muse to catch your muse in the middle of leaving through a window.
PROMPTS FROM MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - ROGUE NATION * assorted dialogue from the 2015 film, adjust as necessary
how can you justify this deception?
let me guess, presumed dead?
tonight, i just made it official.
i can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation.
there is no secret he cannot extract, no security he cannot breach, no person he cannot become.
you have your seatbelt on?
you're asking me that now?
desperate times, desperate measures.
are you okay to drive?
a minute ago you were dead!
what are you talking about?
this is not gonna end well.
how did you get in the plane?
open the door!
that's the wrong door!
i thought you said you could find them.
i said i could locate them. you have to find them.
don't blame me! you chose the car!
you just had to have it!
look at how slow you're going! speed it up!
come away with me. right now.
i can't protect you. that's why i need you to leave.
that's not your decision to make.
i am a field agent! i know the risks!
i am your friend!
you called me because you needed my help! and you still do! so i am staying! and that is all we are gonna say about that!
pursue us, you'll be caught. resist us, you'll be killed.
we're about to close.
are you looking for anything in particular?
you're in luck.
we've never met before, right?
i have a job for you, [name], and for the sake of your friend you will do it.
i'm listening.
i accept.
you just have to hold your breath for two minutes.
the more you exert yourself, the faster you consume oxygen.
don't worry about him, all right?
kind of you to accept our invitation.
do you know who i am?
i'm very grateful.
you need to understand something. [name] is my friend.
you're free now. where will you go?
you'd better hurry now.
you know how to find me.
you sent me to do a job. i did it.
glad to know you're still with us.
precious few people know about your true identity.
i won't stop until i do.
things got a little out of hand.
please tell me you made a copy of that disk.
i have a way out. interested?
you have everything you need to find me.
what the fuck? she tried to shoot me!
face to face. just as you wished.
uh... i can't talk right now.
this isn't going very well.
you kill innocent people.
it really is you. i've heard stories. they can't all be true.
they don't care if you live or die.
the show's about to start.
nice tux, by the way.
he knows about morocco.
did he say anything?
i can't open it.
what do you mean you can't open it?
i'm so proud of us.
𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾 & 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌-𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗌' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺. 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 (𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝟤𝟧).
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．.・゜゜・ ・゜゜
დ 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗜𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘 → 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝖾 → 𝟤𝟦+ → 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇 → 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋 → 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇
would u guys still love me if i was abnormal about armand iwav
occasionally i remember the fact that i said that vidarr personally hunted down and slaughtered every single wolf that was loyal to jadis. because how dare they, how dare they, throw away all that he, god of beasts, has given them for the flimsy promises of a mortal-immortal wicked witch? vidarr is the god of vengeance, of retribution, of punishment; and it is loyal to narnia above all else — not to aslan, not to its creator, but to its home. to the home that it and its siblings built from the day of creation and will continue to build until the age of endings. for all that it dons the visage of a son of adam, it is a wolf. and a wolf does not ask for your apologies before it tears out your throat.
geniunely every single day i do consider making bacchus their own solo blog. eventually i might actually do that as a side blog to this one.
@gcldenages asks | Altair — Sender lifts Receiver’s chin, locking eyes. ( from bacchus )
The festival had gone on for hours, Rosalie had meticulously planned everything for this night to be perfect and go off without a hitch. Luckily it had, and the wine poured into goblets with many people dancing around bonfires in merriment. She herself had enough of the merriment and went into the private gardens to have a few moments of peace before joining in with the festivities once again.
The moon was high and bright in the sky, lit torches led her way to the rose garden and she sat beneath the stone gazebo with vines climbing around the pillars. She plucks a rose from the nearby bush but she got cut by a thorn on her finger in which she instinctively brought it to her lips to avoid blood getting on her dress. She was looking down inspecting the rose then fingers wrapped around her chin in which was lifted up. She made eye contact with them and placed both her hands in her lap, ensuring the injured finger didn't bleed onto her dress. She kept eye contact with him as she spoke. "May I ask why you followed me here?" She asked the other politely.
they do this sort of thing sometimes; pick a random partygoer at whatever festival draws their attention the most and diligently follow said partygoer around until they bore themselves or they are noticed. it's an old habit from a narnia long last, one where bacchus has hardly ever ceased to be from the center of attention and had often craved an escape from such matters. for a god whose own lifeblood constantly rang with the songs of merriment and drink, he was not exactly prone to joining in in such matters. he had nearly been ready to go, sure that rosalie was never going to sense him there, but then she'd pricked herself and they'd all but materialized in front of her to check her over. fingers gripped her chin lightly, hardly enough to hold her in place should she choose to go. his other hand reaches out to take her own and examine her fingers; a swipe of their thumb over the prick of the thorn had the wound closing, as though it had never been there to begin with. at her question, bacchus gave a low laugh. " do you deny me my right to attend such a dazzling event, your highness? " he murmurs, seemingly satisfied with her state and releasing her. " i do applaud your work. it's not so often anymore i receive such a fine tribute. "
bacchus, god of festivities, views every party, no matter how big or small, no matter the occasion, as an offering or tribute to his domain. he will show up at your party uninvited and he will not reveal that he is there until the last possible second.
literally crashing out over this i'm on the verge of tears i'm so frustrated.
trying to move all my blogs onto a hub blog and tumblr is just straight up not letting me verify the email address like PLEASE i don't CARE if the connection isn't secure just let me VERIFY IT
@resolutevalor — “You can see your breath in the lamplight— it’s kind of pretty. Don't you think?”
he does not travel outside of calormen much; his country is too fractures, too politically unwell, for julius to feel entirely comfortable leaving it in the hands of his sister. but some occasions call for drastic measures, and because of his lack of leave, the tisroc has yet to meet the kings and queens of narnia properly. though, he muses, calling this child a queen seems a feat in and of itself. queen lucy is the same age as aliena; his youngest sister is barely old enough to start her swords training, and this child is a queen. he swallows. " it is quite pretty, your majesty. i confess, it does not get quite this cold in the deserts, unless one is traveling at night. "
@resolutevalor — “Stop pretending you’re not cold, you’re literally shaking.”
the glare that is thrown towards his elder sister is every bit the pedulent child that the just king once was — and every so often, still is. and even he cannot deny that he is shivering, but he knows as well as he knows anything that his trembling is not entirely from the cold. " i'm fine, su. " edmund murmurs, voice low and tired. it doesn't matter how many winters he faces in narnia, there will always be some small part of him that fears it will be like the first and end up as the last. " it'll pass. "
" i was thinking — fucking hell, ed, stop that! " the high king cringed away from the younger's touch, but didn't pull all the way back. peter wasn't stupid, despite all evidence to the contrary present in this moment; he knew that edmund was the one thing keeping him from bleeding out in the middle of this corridor. " i was thinking that it was better for my leg to get the brunt of it instead of your whole ... you. " it is in peter's nature to be so self-sacrificing; it's a fact that most narnians, especially those that have fought beside the child-rulers, have come to know. it's a fact that his siblings know best of all. and always have. he takes the blame when things go wrong, he takes the hits when there is no need. " a thank you for not letting me die wouldn't be amiss. "
@hcmebcund — “you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.”
he can't help but laugh. a sound that seems to echo off the edges of the shed and settle into the rafters like birds. anya is being serious, he knows, but his anya is always being serious; that is her way. " risk with no reward is no risk at all, anyuta. "
in case anyone is ever curious about my calormen royal family: julius is the fourth bloodborn (legally reconized) son of the former tisric, antonio cavalcade and his main consort cordelia. so, birth order of the cavalcade siblings is as follows: romeo, then three years later mercutio, then three years later aemillius, then a year later julius, then two years later ariel, then five years later aliena, and then nine years later lucius. so between romeo and julius there's a gap of seven years, and between julius and lucius there's a gap of sixteen years. his older brothers are not all dead but are considered that way for legality reasons. two of them are actually dead: his eldest brother, romeo, was killed during battle; and the next, mercutio, was a very sickly child and an even sicklier king and died shortly after being made heir. aemillius left calormen in the dead of night to avoid becoming the heir, which meant the crown passed to julius. julius is married to a telmarine noble named cassiopeia. she is not his consort in the way that his mother was his father's, although that is a part of her formal titles, but is treated closer to an equal than his father treated his mother. they have two children together, twins named lorenzo and carina. these are his only bloodborn children, but he likely has more from other consorts. julius' other siblings are ariel, aliena, and lucius. ariel does religious works for the calormen gods but i never figured out exactly what, while aliena and lucius are both in the process of training to become royal guards.
