𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂

reignfms // vevienne blackwood, scylla upcliff

[incorvaia]

⟨ jodie turner-smith. cis woman. she/her. thirty-five. ⟩ we welcome scylla upcliff to winterfell , the lady of witch isle. keep an eye out for their splenetic nature, they tend to cover it up by acting hospitable. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house upcliff/house arryn . you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of delphic regard glimpsed over the rim of a fogged teacup; what did it take of you to water your garden? + an architect's arboretum in calloused hands + gazing into the sea and thinking it hungry.

⇢   𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐈 𝐧 𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐦 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨𝐧  ;

full name: scylla upcliff meaning: ❛ to tear, a mythical sea monster ❜ nicknames/aliases: cyla occupation:  former ∣ current ‘perfumer’ ( still occasionally dabbles ), ‘ruling lady’ ∣ scion of the witch isle

marital affiliation: unattached. unbetrothed. religion: obscure faith affiliation and alignment: house upcliff, house arryn, herself ∣ chaotic lawful, chaotic neutral disposition ( positive ): hospitable, tba disposition ( negative ): splenetic, tba

tw: death, tw: illness, tw: blood mention

𝐁 𝐢 𝐨  ; 

✵ 𝐒𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅. cyla. another youth jessamine upcliff had taken upon herself to cultivate. to nurture; draping her in the heftiest jewels that looked like blood drops or as if pieces of the sea had been carved out to circle throat and wrists, gold and lines of pearls and gems the size of an egg. preeminent educators for all the children within her household once jessamine acquired more—the word of choice and freedom laid out on a silver platter by matriarch and wealth held under thumb. nonetheless overindulge did not breed an ‘above others attitude’ in the second scion of house upcliff more so a creature of inbetweens.

✵ is possibly the daughter of nobility and was born to a life of luxury yet readily given up for inheritance left nothing to be desired and house had enough spares or was born to poverty and she was left with a less than enthusiastic caretaker and nothing to her name, or as murmurs persisted from behind fascinators and fans a bastard heritage, no one was certain. yet nothing was denied nor acknowledged furthermore as nobles do attention drifted to the next morsel of spectacle eagerly stomached than the unknown origins that left one empty or dead given the weaving otherworldly history surrounding its inhabitants.

✵ the seat of witch isle lay vacant after their mother died and even before that her older brothers’ abandonment departure, sagacious scylla took the reigns of tremulous leadership among a council of vultures and the continued rearing of her sisters. crafting her own ichor saturated repute instead of one induced by marriage, coaxing dread for she takes their sinister reputation to heart and beyond, fostering connections internal and external giving rise to the idea of lecanomancy being used upon these encounters meant to boost affluence and somehow knowing which avenue to follow and avoiding ventures aimed towards failure—in her eyes being ‘ what benefit would this be to us?’ a countenance she adapts with everything in life. 

✵ in those moments of potential impermanent power scylla 𝘸𝘢𝘴 ruling lady, didn’t know how to feel about the role nonetheless even without it’s gained not earned authority, respect; scylla was still proud enough to have used it to her own purpose in advance of the return of it’s ‘true heir’ her brother syrio after the letter written by herself was sent off to vaguely mention the passing of their mother. assumed he wouldn’t show yet desired to let him know as his name was the last to have left their mothers’ lips—this information did not become gifted knowledge until the last day of the funeral during a spat and the stay before the trip to winterfell was upon, split house having answered the call. the lady going forth for her own esoteric rationale.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒  ; 

✵ tba

wanted connections - 

tba.

[shesnake]

Anne Boleyn episode 3 (2021) dir. Lynsey Miller

[incorvaia]

//;-✶scylla’s visage

[incorvaia]

ᵗᵃᵍˢ.

[stxrfclls]

 sneaking  into  the  wine  cellars  was  hardly  that  off  for  the  youngest  stark  ,  the  honeyed  wines  she’d  snuck  from  the  south  tucked  neatly  away  in  a  corner  that  the  servants  left  plenty  alone.  one  bottle  tucked  in  arm  ,  lex  turns  and  finds  she  is  no  longer  alone  in  the  small  cellar.  eyebrows  lift  ,  gentle  smile  slipping  perfectly  on  her  lips.  “  lady  blackwood  ,  how  are  you  ?  ”  //  @incorvaia​​

[incorvaia]

“ princess. “ polished half-mooned splintery smile ghosts across her lips; it’s weight echt. vevienne had hoped for the solitude, a quick trip of haunted indulgences or perhaps a harmless curiosity for the elder did not partake in wine often even at leisure or at least rumors hissed. well at least that appeared to deflate with her presence being here of all places within. “ celebrating anything? “ fingers lifted from her dress to indicate further as if words and fixed stare were not enough. then. “ marvelous. you? “

[incorvaia]

»  @wnterreign​

“ you can put this aside for a moment can you lord willas? “ even if the inveigled words came out as a question her touch shifted from butterfly-like pinch to his cheek towards the desk only to shift whatever resided atop it to the side; making way for a silver disk possessing four winterberry tarts. accomplishment only achieved by the woman’s kindhearted appeal to the staff. “ I just need a bit of your time then I’ll be off. “ as if the bribe of sweets were to lend aid to her sudden approach.

[incorvaia]

»  @vencmovs​

“ lady al-, alarra. “ the partially curved smile was tender, gloved fingers reaching out to grasp the others’ as the informal use of name left lips “ it is good to see you. “ as soon as vevienne was in a position to, as soon as word reached her earnest ears of where the woman resided in the keep in that current moment the blackwood was off in a flash of coal hued skirts; her movement even now as quiet as a specter weaving through halls. “ any new tales to regale? “

[eireneofathens]

VIKINGS: VALHALLA (S01E07)

[incorvaia]

» @fallencrxwns​

sweetened name and customary introductory title held themselves on vevienne’s tongue, behind her teeth, lips that partially opened only to close; of which the blade of words prodded and delved into the cage of ribs with intent being a type of rot. ( too late to claim that it had not already festered ) yet now in this moment such a quip betrayed when otherwise readily scorched. “ you— “ you look well, you look happier, healthier couldn’t pass from thought into reality; be bundled up with a bow coaxed with gentle others and sentimental smiles nonetheless even the corners were laced pinpricks. a jaw clenched endeavor. it had been an avoidance admittedly ( though she would not speak of it as such; she hadn’t allowed it with their cousin making her vitriol a public affair, she hadn’t allowed it with her own match ) preferred to remain within guest quarters and allow celia to be the buffer for any exchanges had. but ‘one must do’ as they say. “ you sent my letters back unread. “ 

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         open  to  all   /   @reignrbs​​​ .

location          :          the  grounds  of  winterfell  .

a  man  clad  in  all  black  almost  always  garnered  a  second  look  this  far  north  .  to  desert  the  wall  was  to  be  sentenced  to  death  —  the  irony  of  which  did  not  escape  domeric  .  travelling  through  small  winter  towns   on  his  way  south  to  winterfell  ,  he  had  been  a  spectacle  ,  and  that  had  not  changed  so  much  upon  his  arrival  .  those  who  knew  him  as  a  lynderly  brother  (  though  few  and  far  between  )  stared  for  reasons  that  deviated  from  the  others’  ,  but  the  result  was  the  same  .  he  clears  his  throat  ,  pulling  his  hood  down  from  his  head  ,  addressing  the  person  closest  to  him  .  “  good  morrow  .  could  you  direct  me  to  the  dungeons  ?  ”  domeric’s  tone  was  clipped  ,  his  words  rushed  .  he  did  not  expect  a  tour  —  but  perhaps  a  pointed  finger  ,  at  the  least  .

[incorvaia]

it was a blemish, her pattern, a thing to be scolded for if her mother were here to see it—the whisper glide of madness on tongue trailing like garnet thread through the labyrinth—stop it stop it vevienne! the skin of her fingers once before held hostage by teeth now directed into further crinkling the page clutched—released—and given to another pair of reliable hands and swift step meant for anothers’ sight whereas the blackwood would have liked to appear in person gifting it back with one word response was the only current option. only then was indifference gaze drawn to the offered inquiry eating away seconds, “ lynderly. “ minute. “ is it? I believe we both have differing opinions of a good morrow. “ 

[incorvaia]

»  @ruinovs​

“ royce, just the one I was looking for. “ corner of lip curved upwards in a thing resembling welcoming edge, the echoes of words more than likely spoken to him many a time before taking place behind these very walls leaving the blackwood’s lips smoothly yet without the inflection of any plain intent peering scintillate from between teeth in spite of clearly having just met same time same place. “ walk with me? “ digits talons gently lifted to brush with sleeve butterfly-like in its guise; subsequently locking arms ahead of an honest response from the recipient of present focus only to lead into unfixed destination. if vevienne so wished they’d run in circles if that is what it took to spin her tale. 

[feuillemorts]

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  ﹔  vevienne blackwood， @incorvaia． 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  ﹔  a wheelhouse， on the road to winterfell．

the roads had grown worse as their traveling party progressed further north, which resulted in a conundrum:   celia was certainly not going to ride the entire way to winterfell, but the few pastimes which fit inside the wheel house were becoming increasingly difficult to engage in. a fact emphasized at that very moment as the jolt from a hole in the road caused her embroidery needle to stab her thumb while weaving through the fabric.   “ shit! ”   an instinctive reaction, followed quickly by placing the pricked thumb into her mouth, though celia still glanced through lowered lashes at her older sister, hoping   ( most likely in vain )   that vevienne had not registered her curse  ﹔  the other had excelled at pointing out unseemly behavior throughout their childhood, and grown still more adept at doing so as the years passed.  

in an effort to avoid a lecture and deciding to accept the injury as the sign from the old gods that it certainly was, celia set aside her needlework, turning instead to gaze out of paned glass windows at the passing countryside   —   only to see exactly the same surroundings as the last time she looked. celia let out a deep sigh, sinking into her seat and facing her sister again.   “ do you think we will arrive soon? ”

[incorvaia]

“ do you think such a ceaseless utterance will make the trip faster celia? “ mirrored glimpses of a throat of pearls, a blanket of white. environment dimmed upon raised brow in the direction across; letters establishing a form of clipped suspiration for this broached conversation had already come to pass early on when it had been decided the two would share a ride towards intended destination. natheless indistinguishable results from starting point and prior entanglement of flared vexation—in order to maintain a semblance of peace whilst stuck in such closed quarters and the many eyes and ears that would and already are upon them she’d pretend the curse never met hearing merely clasped her hands tighter in lap. in spite of that disregard nor soothing inquiry vevienne....

” sit straight lia. “ was hissed sobriquet; the familiar splice of name spoken tugged at the potentially knotted thread of friendliness. the penchant for thin wire walking above exasperation. how long had it been since she used it? or for that matter could vevienne get away with it? . shredding whatever hope there was for continued uncomplicated journey towards winterfell. a stronghold in which the second child felt coiling anxiety.

[incorvaia]

⟨ laura berlin. cis woman. she/her. thirty-four. ⟩ we welcome vevienne blackwood to winterfell , the lady of raventree hall. keep an eye out for their acidulous nature, they tend to cover it up by acting courteous. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house blackwood. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of a selection of facets held between spectral fingers ready to be borrowed into weary bones; quietly pocketing a child’s effortless laughter + parceling out your affection in fragments; knowing eager favors will follow.

⇢   𝐁 𝐚 𝐬 𝐢 𝐜 𝐈 𝐧 𝐟 𝐨𝐫 𝐦 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨𝐧  ;

full name: vevienne blackwood meaning: ❛ lively, life ❜   nicknames/aliases: viv, vevina, vian, veeny ( childhood endearment ) occupation: former ∣ current   n/a ∣ second born lady of raventree hall, scrivener of house blackwood marital affiliation: unattached, currently within second betrothal.  religion: the old gods affiliation and alignment: house blackwood, vacillate other allies ∣ lawful chaotic disposition ( positive ): courteous, durable, incisive disposition ( negative ): acidulous, decadent, paranoiac

𝐁 𝐢 𝐨  ;

✵  𝐕𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄.  vevina. second progeniture of former ruling lord lucas and late ruling lady anyta of house blackwood; day and night fussy infant vevienne whom wouldn’t calm for none ( a possible insight into how she’d be grown; forevermore grasping ) adolescent vevienne the child who had spectral fingers slipping around her throat in order to puppeteer her cords it was hissed; clutching at her mothers’ skirts—nails digging into the skin of her cheeks voice cooing of making herself useful, valuable even then her future was not guaranteed, still tightrope lifestyle upon someone elses volatility—which then transferred to the eldest child for the second born had still yet to make something for herself. found it easier to remold the vacant fragments gifted by parents into something resembling self. their self-serving nature. their greed most so.

✵ lady vapid was ( and is ) one such sobriquet gifted to the girl and spoken of in murmurs. bare minimum education leaving much to be desired for the girl only paid attention to what would guarantee a wealthy spouse per mother dearest’s orders. crafting a decorative veil remained dull within her grip; shards of it leaked from shaky fingers curling the lip of any who could see that ambition glimmer in her eye like a serpents’ fang. oh how boastful her mother became of her eldest ones compared to the shades of jewels yet easily chipped; although it mattered little after the starks chose the youngest to wed. seeding and blooming resentment for it would not be forgotten. distorted into lesson by patriarch.

✵ was the first stepping stone in younger siblings being subjected to petty utterances on tongue. comeuppance ( mellifluously spoken by apocryphal lips ), as if it were an affront that they did not follow in line for the grand scheme their parents had for each of the girls. never sons, that had grown bitter on fathers’ tongue engraved itself upon vevienne; inauguration of barbarous behaviors that would have effects upon those she so selfishly victimized. did she even think of them now? (—yes).

✵ first betrothal had been a continuation in her self induced fate—dramatic to assume the rest of her life would be spinsterhood after what happened with the stark heir—the engagement hadn’t even lasted long before dissolvement. a manner of reasons being tossed back and forth in the rumor mill but nothing concrete to assign either one with so it melted into the background merely to be supplanted by another entwinement with deeper pockets allegedly how quick it had risen out of the woodwork; but the blackwoods gaze had already been set to more more more from the beginning and little dutiful viv acquiesced. only time will tell where that union will end up in the pages of history. 

✵  handles the correspondence of house blackwood to help the eldest daughter share in the duties, important documents and the writing of letters in elegant script paired with glacéd tongue and flowery pirouettes and the mastery who’s who of the houses gifting the second eldest with a rather disquieting countenance ( though vevienne is far from being spy master material and her information gained is often needed to be fact checked several times by the pedant ) ; opsimath as time had been spent upon the song of parentals in youth and as age set to bones she has now devoted herself to other pursuits ‘to the betterment of house’—and towards benignant temperament.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 ;

✵ a nitpicker, likened to her mother, plucking fingers and eyes like carrion birds; piece by piece till whoever it is she has set her eyes on is remolded to own taste. had done so to her sisters, till ravella’s department caused vevienne to give pause. rethink herself in that aspect though the obsession has yet to completely vanish. still causes strife and grief.

✵ sorry not sorry but she detests her cousin, loathes the power imbalance caused by him wanting to take the seat of raventree hall from her sister and if it were up to vevienne; she would have already slipped him poison. at this point in time nonetheless she plays the part of docile simmering rage.

✵ disreputable chicanery in past current of bestowing upon recipients of her letters with tokens of fondness, indulgences; adept at making one feel significant to the blackwood till she comes calling for acts of kindness. all for the house.

✵ it is deeply buried but she hopes, wishes, prays to reconcile with her sister ravella.

wanted connections -

tba.

[nowadayz]

LAURA BERLIN as Emma of Normandy Vikings: Valhalla (2022), 1.06

[incorvaia]

ᵗᵃᵍˢ.