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where is 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 ? where is ⳽ᥲᥴɾɩƒɩᥴᥱ ? it's trampled under your pretty foot . . . again .

# 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐃. . . . a woeful tale of a 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 lost , clashing teeth coated in words too vicious to repeat , a war that leaves you unprepared , 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 is truly lost with 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𓂃 twenty3. she/her. emily bader. 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𓂃 fifty5. he/him. cillian murphy. 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𓂃 thirty0. she/her. simone ashley.

#𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘥. 𖤓 pinned post. . ᴅɴɪ.

head tilts slight , cheekbones high as a smile parts mouth ⸻ her words 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 thoughts , a tumble of dark tresses shrouded around her as head moves as if clearing thoughts . ❝ the look in those eyes of yours , makes me not want to know what trouble you’ve caused . ❞ ( @ofnobilites ! )

#𝘳. 𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#roslin ﹠ mors : i.#did you at any point ask for this .... definitely not . i couldn't help myself.

❝ mother ! ⸻ can i not seek a simple moment … alone . ❞ assumptions led to believe that following footsteps had been that of the 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 and the words that flowed like bitter wine were faster than any rushing river or lapping wave upon the shore . thick tresses , wild and whipped with the breeze sling from bared shoulders as body turns to the incoming approach . ❝ i care not for ⸻ oh ! forgive me , clearly i thought you to be my mother . ❞ ( @daeneratargaryen ! )

#𝘢. 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#alerie ﹠ open : i.

brow piqued , sculpted and lifted in question as head tilts almost mockingly to the left , succinct smile stretching for the quickest of moments . ❝ so you seek to 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 ? ⸻ exploit their ruinations ? whisper their secrets ? please do tell , you have me hooked with such 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦 . ( @balvrion ! )

#𝘢. 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#alerie ﹠ open : i.

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It seemed that both father and son had the same idea. Edric had tired quickly of the festivities happening inside. While he enjoy a good cup of wine just like anyone else, he could do without the crowd and the constant small talk that he was dragged into without ever asking for it. As soon as he found an opening, Edric made his way to the gardens, where the silence was a welcoming change from all the noise inside. "I wasn't following you." He said, as a matter of fact. "Merely trying to find some comfort out here." Edric said to his father, offering the man a small shrug of his shoulders. "When do we leave?" He asked with a huff, already done with the south and ready to go back home.

nobleblud

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 ? ⸻ question posed is oft a thought the elder stark contemplated since arrival in the capital , however despite contemplation , he had yet to find an answer most satisfactory to himself , and he knew edric well enough that certainly , it would not satiate him either . ❝ you’ve never been much good at it , son . ❞ he jests quietly , less he be overheard , a familiar grin , pulled at the left , twisting features into softness for a brief moment . ❝ we leave when things have been concluded , you know of this . ❞ though again , the words tasted sour on tongue , 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐲 as he spoke them .

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ edric : i.

a quietness seeps , 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 running rampant as escape from the influx of murmurs ⸻ but not escape enough ! as the prickle of something , being watched moreso , settles into the fair skin . hairs raising just slightly , never prominent enough to be seen but sharp enough to send a northern chill down spines . he continues to stare into the still full chalice that rests upon the bollard , occasionally glancing out into the distance , as if 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 for them to speak . ( @daeneratargaryen ! )

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ daenera : i.

the uncanny ability ⸻ though could it be regarded as an ability ? nonetheless , finding family among a crowded room was ease . at least in the way of finding both daughter and wife , with their opulent tresses and fair skin , his sons on the other hand , blended a little too well . a head shorter , but hair still ablaze , body weaves among the patrons , until his hand settles against the boney shoulder of his girl . ❝ tell it true , have you been keeping out of trouble ? ❞ there’s a jest on his breath as he looms above , back turned to the rest of westeros , offering the girl nothing more than a 𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 . ( @balvrion ! )

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ eryn : i.

days are long , traded winters chill for summers breeze , the sun bright and warm lingers longer , draining moods quicker . solace is sought in the walls of winterfell , not in the southern keep . his interest is held by little , he is here born of duty and honor , to do what is to be done , but trepidation settles heavily , a warring behind his blues . and yet ⸻ rickon stark stands in the capital , avoiding as many as he can without seemingly snuffing 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 friendships , winter furs traded for more southern attire that itches at his skin , fidgeting in only the comfort of his wifes gaze . ❝ i’ve never enjoyed travel and yet , i find myself wanting to do so already . ❞ a whine upon lips as he tugs at yet another loose strand of fabric . an almost childish can we go home whittled into his words , a meaning left unsaid . ( @del1cates ! )

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ minisa : i.#yucky ... this is trash .

mayhaps it be the liquid in the cups , 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺 ⸻ deep in colour , that tainted the tip of nose a ruddy hue , cheeks flared with warmth as wrist curled against chest , protective should a hand reach for the wine . she would not allow , abandoned was her literature of the night in favour of appeasing her mother , for one time only she supposes that she can acquiesce to the request before retreating . but again mayhaps she reveled too much , the sight of her certainly less put together as fair skin flushes with warmth . ❝ do you truly believe the words that you speak , or do you just prefer your own voice ? ❞ ( @disfunctie ! )

#𝘢. 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : the tourney.#alerie ﹠ open : i.#it's trashhhhh pure trashhhhh

grin and bear it , a passing 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 to thoughts ⸻ but never one to grin , teeth bared down on succulent flesh , tender skin ripped beneath beastly canines as a cacophony of flattering and false words litter the room , he begged for home . barely uttered a word before heavy footfalls take him in search of ruddy tresses , familiarity . heart . striking blues traipse each nook and crevice in search of his heart , a misguided attempt of solace as she lingers nowhere to be found , but shoulder collides with another , a jarring notion that wakes him from his determined stride . ❝ apologies . ❞ muttered , the look on features matching words , yet they sound almost 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 . ( @disfunctie ! )

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ open : i.#cw: smoking.#tw: smoking.#trashhhhhh

skin muddled with heat ⸻ dampened brows even in the night air , reprieve not found , for south was never as chilled as home . oh how he begged for home these days . travel too long and well , whispers brought forth oft of 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙮 . starks never faired well south . sequestered away , the men deep in their cups , revelry and laughter exuberant around him , the norther ruler found himself seeking the quiet solace of the gardens , away from the great hall , away from the nattering tongues of those he cared little for , but rather seeking the cooler breeze , but that even did little for him . ❝ surely you’re to be lighter on your feet when you follow someone , hm ? ❞ deepened timbre echos across the quiet , breaking the silence , though mayhaps the others footsteps had done that first . ( @lxrdedricstark ! )

#𝘳. 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 ﹠ 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 : event.#rickon ﹠ edric : i.#what is this fresh hell .. . have daddyo.

mancandykings

CILLIAN MURPHY - Peaky Blinders S01E01

#to be tagged later

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𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 : open to everyone !!

𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 : kings landing , the tourney .

she wielded the sword with a certain hesitation, her inexperience glaringly apparent in the face of the dueling scenario. indeed, the young stark had been attempting to learn to use this foreign object, so discordant with her nature; yet, eryn endeavored to give her all and absorb the lessons imparted to her. nevertheless, facing another person while wielding the weapon was a challenge for which she still did not feel adequately prepared. "it is simply impossible to brandish swords while i am in this dress," she informed him, the garment weighing heavily against her body and constricting her frame. "if they intended to torture me with this attire, well, they are succeeding," she remarked. although she was accustomed to wearing less comfortable garments, dueling in such an outfit seemed utterly unfeasible. "but what about you? do you like my attire?" she inquired, genuinely curious about his perception. "you must be enjoying the festival quite a bit."

nobleblud

a 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 that coats tongue ⸻ disgust , perhaps , is prominent as features dissolve , the sweetness of a well tasked mask fallen like petals as 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 are seen as clear as the cloudless sky . the youngest of hightowers was certainly , unimpressed with the commotion of the tourney . dragged along , and for what , to watch the mediocrity of men peacocking their egos to all of westeros ? instead she found herself longing to return to foreign chambers and escape her mothers determined glare , standing across from the redheaded stark , gangly arm awkwardly brandishing the weapon she had no doubt was as heavy as herself . ❝ your attire is perfectly acceptable in the realm of not a tourney at least , however , if you are uncomfortable wearing , why do you ? ❞