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  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐲   

[tyrll]

[ … ]  *  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓  &  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  ,  yet  there  was  a  little  bit  of  her  GRANDMOTHER   in  her  ,  too  . 

independent  &  private   MARGAERY  TYRELL    from  asoiaf  lore  as  told  by  dory  .  𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺-𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽-𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃   ! *  PERSONALS  DO  NOT  INTERACT

[mvseums]

𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘  ; i’m not sure how many of you are still around , but i wanted to apologise for disappearing without much of a notice -- again ! I’ve had a really tough year , which seemed to only be getting worse and worse as it progressed . my dog had an operation , and days afterwards , her kidneys failed , so she had to be rushed back to hospital , thankfully , she was saved , but my mother’s condition worsened , and her condition is still not 100% stable . this , combined with the pandemic , and my mental health was a recipe for disaster , so i just needed to step back and away from writing and interacting if i wanted to get better , so i could start looking after those who needed me . 

things are still .... not great , but i’m feeling a bit better , i’m not sure if i’ll return , but i feel terrible for disappearing without a notice , and for just being an unreliable writing partner . i’m deeply sorry . i will also be returning to discord , and i’ll finally get to the messages some of you have sent me , and for which i’m extremely grateful . i hope you’re all doing alright , and you’re keeping yourselves and your loved ones safe . 

[mvseums]

so what’s going on?   my dog underwent her operation and is now hopefully recovering at home   ;   my family in lebanon is safe  ,  thankfully   ,   i’m currently just feeling frazzled by how fast everything is escalating 

[mvseums]

my dog was taken in for an emergency operation , coming back to an empty home is just ... seeing her toys lying around ... please keep her in your prayers

[mvseums]

i’ve  been  silent  both  here  and  on  discord  because  my  dog  is  sick  ,  i  know  i’m  already  slow  as  it  is  ,  but  right  now  nursing  her  back  to  health  is  my  top  priority  ,  she  seems  a  bit  better  today  ,   i’ll  try  to  push  some  starters  /  memes  out  by  the  end  of  the  week  ;  again  ,  i’m  really  sorry  for  my  speed 

[hangthebloodycode-deactivated20]

reblog this if you actually like following me.

[mvseums]

a concept  :  his dark material muses 

[tatzelwyrm]

I loved him once.

[somresources]

❝ why do people have to tell lies? ❞

❝ i don’t bite, unless it’s called for. ❞

❝ why me? ❞

❝ being murdered in cold blood isn’t nonsense. ❞

❝ it’s the truth. ❞

❝ you’re blocking my view. ❞

❝ i think i sprained my pride. ❞

❝ isn’t there something constructive you can do - like start an avalanche? ❞

❝ that’s a face you don’t forget. ❞

❝ you’re the only one I can trust. ❞

❝ i’m very confused. ❞

❝ what’s all this got to do with me? ❞

❝ it was quite unintentional, i’m sure. ❞

❝ do you know what’s wrong with you? nothing. ❞

❝ i’m having a nervous breakdown. ❞

❝ any morning now you could wake up dead. ❞

❝ how about making me vice-president in charge of cheering you up? ❞

❝ i don’t want to be alone. i’m afraid. ❞

❝ how would you like a punch in the nose? ❞

❝ i wish you’d let me help you. ❞

❝ are you quite sure you know who i am? ❞

❝ words can hurt. ❞

❝ stop treating me like a child. ❞

❝ we’ve got to do something! ❞

❝ promise me you’ll never lie the way they did. ❞

❝ it’s terrible. you just made it up! ❞

❝ that’s all i ask of anybody - the simple truth. ❞

❝ quitter. you give up awfully easy, don’t you? ❞

[mvseums]

          ‘  Permit me to thank you for accompanying me,   ’     the words echo   soft  and  delicate   as she rises from her knelt position    ;    tradition had brought them inside the cradle of the sept    ,    incense-plaited bouquet far from the daintily bedecked gardens of Highgarden.    Where tender locks of sunshine filtered through branches    ,    darkness slivered golden sheaves of light from the flicker of candles here     --    now dark    ,    now glittering    ,    now reflected in the wink of mosaic glass.    The faces of  THE FATHER   and  THE MOTHER   were alive and clad in the ruche of colours from the great crystal    ;    the Crone with solemn eyes harnessed wisdom    ;    the Maiden    ,    the Smith    ,    and the Warrior all bestowed with tokens of gratitude    ,    or morsels of prayers on parted lips    ,    only the Stranger in tendril-limbed shadows watched in silenced worship.  

          Eyes warm in their hue turn to the Camelot heir    ;    sylphid lightness punctuates each of her movements    --    from the soft rustle of her dress to the winged-stepped gait.    She had leased grace from the crowding of feathers    ,    in flight of   WINGS   and the soar of   ARROWS.    𝙰  𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚒𝚜  𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚒𝚝𝚜  𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜.    ‘   It is true what they say    ,    the influence of the sept can truly excite the imagination    ,    or perhaps it is the gods’ doing.   ’    For who else knew the grief of their hearts.    ‘  We need their guidance    ,    as a warrior    ,    I’m sure you understand    ,    my lord.   ’   

   ˗ˏˋ   @rexquondcm​    ♡-ed    

[mvseums]

a thread tracker + update

[mvseums]

I really love Old English    ;    I wish I was in the right mindspace while studying it    ,    but for what it’s worth    ,    I did manage to form a deep love for it    ,    it’s just such a poetical language    ,    and some of my favourite elements of it are   kennings and compounds    ,    before the intense borrowing that took place and paved the way for Middle English    ,    Old English had words like  dægesēage   which literally translates into   day’s eye    ,    and it means   daisy.    Like   ???    isn’t that poetical    ???    or   bānhūs   (    lit.  ‘bone-house’    )   for   body     ,    or beadulēoma    (   lit.  ‘battle-light’   )   for sword    ,    because it flashes during battle.    It’s such a palpable language    ,    and it sheds a light on how society functioned back then    ,    and upon what aspects of life they chose to place value    ----    clearly fighting was inevitable back then    ,    so instead of saying   ‘blood’   they said   heaðuswāt    ,    which  literally means  ‘battle sweat’   or  instead of saying ‘fierce’ they said   heaðuwælm    lit.  ‘battle fire’.    I    ????    love it.

[kiwimidnight]

Do you think he is with your gods or with mine? 

[mvseums]

           They come in masses    ,    pilgrims worshipping a false god    ,    caught in the tight grip of a fever's blindness.    It was a tailored experience     :    from the bloodlined velvet to the marriage of citrus and marine in the air.   The whispers of a   serpent - tongued   deity in the hiss of machines    ,    the amber warmth of slaked thirst    ,    rum - drowned delirium.    And how they fell into their bottomless abysses    ,    a stomach that implodes into a gaping abyss that devours   ,   that claws   ,    that  TAKES   ,   an epicentre of hunger that shook the core of their being   ,    that shuddered their pockets into emptiness    ,    a sinkhole in whatever walls they’ve built to guard themselves from greed   ,   that swallowed    ,    and swallowed    ,    𝙰  𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵-𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚂.  

           It was scarcely an understatement to say that his actions were guided by the arrows of a clock    ,    a businessman’s compass.  ‘   At two o’clock  ,  I will have the honour of expecting you at Lago.   ’  He was never one to ask for anything    ,    HE  TOOK    ,    a virtue that had pushed him to the top and pushed others to the bottom    ,    and a virtue that will grant him more than the saccharine   gleam   of his empire    ,    more than the golden-tipped success he wore as more than just crown    ,    a honey - dipped title he intended to share.

              ˗ˏˋ     @agentscullied​      ♡-ed    

[ivarlothbrok]

[nougatships-deactivated20210316]

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They're taken aback by softness. They're confused by warm words and being cared for. They're almost scared by the loving way they're looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it's going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don't feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It's been proven time again that they're unlovable and yet...

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren't sure they want it to stop.

[mvseums]

          The camp blinks awake with the flicker of lanterns and torches which limn each tent with light    ,    an upside down infinite sky.    𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃   𝙴𝙽𝙳.    It was a spectacle almost   too rare   to behold    --    a coincidental eradication of opposition    ,    as above so below.    But the gods were not without their humour    ,    to make folly of these infinitesimal wars    ,    to render an event so  DIVIDING  the  prima materia   of wholeness.    Their camp had pestled light to powder and with it dusted the   BLACK   blanket of night. 

          '   War has the power to change men.  '    They were an odd pair.    Each rooted in their polar traditions.     She carried Highgarden with her    ;    memories compressed into a fragrance    ,    leaving a diaphanous veil lingering wherever she went    ,    a hazy bouquet braided into the air.    Despite their predicament    ,    she would not abandon her   petalmaned   gardens    ,    even if  three of her senses were robbed    ,    she still held onto the smell of home    ,    in the embrace of lilacs and jasmines.    And he was much the same    ,    he would not abandon his snowgrey  KATTEGAT   ,    if anything    ,    he was as  hard   as its terrain    ,    violently blunt and wittily sharp    ,    like a mountain range with its acute angles and deep slopes    ---    stubbornly disobedient    ,    unpredictable    ,    𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙽𝙾  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶.     He was the son of those great glacial lakes  ,  upon whose surface ancient stories travelled  ,  far enough to reach her.     Boreal.     Surreal.     Real.    '  I wonder what it will make of you and me.  '

    ˗ˏˋ   @vredeir​    ♡-ed