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𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑠. selective and private multimuse featuring canon and original characters from a song of ice and fire and warhammer 30k - 40k. established november 2025. low activity. written by morticia.

𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙. @incuocation

carrd.

#morticia / black / twenty8

soosmain

#ooc.#he is so cringe #i love him dearlyt

i’ve been thinking about this for a moment, but juno is gracious and sympathetic to servitors. she would find their existence abhorrent and mistreatment of them distasteful. i imagine it was a quirk that perturabo would have more than likely considered peculiar, but it wouldn't have been worth the effort to correct in his opinion. she will say "please" or "thank you" when interacting with them and will apologize to them (even if they don't react to maltreatment).

#juno / headcanon #same vibes as leia and padme with droids tbh

swsource

“She loves droids more than anything in the world. Vivien loves droids.”

Ewan McGregor about Vivien Lyra Blair | Obi-Wan Kenobi: A Jedi’s Return (2022)

#juno / visage

disneypastpresent

Qrincess Aurora (Elle Fanning) - Maleficent: Mistress Of Evil (2019)

#naerys / visage

diabolicalevil

this has been in my brain for far too long

perdiciuns

@vicarlunares

#ooc.#memes.#i've had this saved for so long

bakchantka

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information

#juno / musings

fatedcrossing

vorona had insisted that kaelis stay for at least a day or so to rest and try to relax before she continued on her travels. a wanderer, she had become; no real place to call home, no ties to keep her in one place. she liked it that way: the wind on her face, the different atmospheres she’d been able to experience. bravos had been a new world all in its own, vast streets with full markets, people as she’d never seen before. The pink-haired woman had been kind, offering her room and board, a hot shower, and new clothes to wear while she enjoyed her time in these lands. The maiden head brothel was opulent. kaelis was no stranger to opulence, but this was more delicate than the riches she’d been used to back in osvarra. the stained windows that depicted gorgeous scenery and the gold and pinks inlaid into the flooring made the ginger want to spend hours inside these walls. a man with an eyepatch led the ginger down the halls, a middle-aged man seemingly all business from the way he scowled at her. kaelis was draped in blue fabrics that pulled at her waist, revealing her rounder frame. The girls tending to her had helped put her hair into braids long ( washed ) strands of fire were pinned and wrapped with a ribbon to pull it up and out of her face. amber-green orbs locked onto the door as it opened in front of her. She felt out of place, stiff in the soft silks that adorned her freckled skin. as the male eyed her curiously, kaelis watched until the door closed behind him, and the soft voice rang out, catching her attention once more. she was gorgeous, a beauty that made kae stumble over herself awkwardly as she was greeted. “thank you,” she began, her fingers found the flowy fabric of her dress as she prepared to attempt a clumsy, yet well-practiced curtsy. It was clear kaelis knew how to be a lady; it just came as a struggle. “wine, would be delightful. I’m parched,” she admitted, crossing the room to take a heavy seat beside the blonde courtesan. “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

perdiciuns

naerys rose her eyebrows, mirth & mischief, periwinkle eyes crinkling and following her movement. "do not be coy with me, ñuha jorrāeliarzy. an honored guest of vorona is an honored guest of mine."

a solemn, soft-faced cupbearer — no older than ten — stood at naerys’ side, clutching a flagon of wine in his left hand, supporting the bottom with his right palm. he bowed his head as he departed the courtesan’s side to stand at kaelis’ side once she was seated. he lowered the flagon and poured the cherry-pink colored wine into the delicate, intricate rosy-pink goblet interwoven with flowers. he straightened and stepped back to a neutral, unobtrusive position.

"it is a creation of which i am most proud." naerys explained, hands clasped on her lap. "strawberries and red currants." she raised a hand and waved it whimsically, violet-blue eyes cast downward to the bright, eager maidens. "i have dubbed it the morningstar. it is sweet with a hint of tartness, but if you would prefer a dry wine, then i can present a raspberry and loganberry blend to you."

ursa, a plain-faced, willowy, purple-haired girl spoke in a hoarse, nasally voice, resting her elbows upon her bony knees. "would you like me to fetch bread, cheese, and meat from the kitchens, my lady? you must be exhausted and famished after spending the day with vorona at the markets."

#naerys / thread #fatedcrossing #ooc. we're on the same accord with the 'let's shorten replies' thing lmao

vicarlunares

It's darling all the ways Juno embodied her father. From restless hands to tedious speech, Malcador was quietly enamored at her being and aptitude so young.

" Do you care? Do you mourn? " Question met with another, reskinned with velvets presenting as an answer. The latter of the set was met with an expected pause, the Sigillite allowing the air to settle between them in bated anticipation for the reveal.

" It's impossible to conceive what such a distant being might think, feel, I'm sure. " They could speak rhetoric until the world keeled over with time and wasted away into the solitude of solemnity. Malcador could ( and surely has before ) insert ellagic poetry to elucidate his point, but he was keen to see the child would likely not have of it. " There is plenty heart. More than what you and I know what to do with. " Though, unspoken is the nuance —— the heart a vessel ferrying a spectrum of thought : heartfelt && dismal.

" Tell me in your words : what does it mean to be human? "

perdiciuns

reflection? juno peered at him over the mechanism. the corners of her mouth twitched and threatened to droop into a frown. he wasn’t deflecting the question but making her deduce the situation on her own. clever and stimulating. she wanted to understand. no. she needed to understand, lest she never understand. ambiguity. it was the one thing she dreaded when conversing with superiors. isn't that the paradoxical nature of adults instead of being forthcoming?

she exhaled through her nose and lowered her hands. "i do not believe there is a right way or a wrong way to be a human. no one has the same circumstance or experience to shape their worldview." her father had taught her that much under his tutelage. a correct approach and an incorrect approach for building and repairing machinery was a different matter altogether.

"but…" she paused. it would be easy and simple to say that being human is to be alive as mentioned in an old philosophy book given to her by uncle guilliman. she was not certain whether she agreed or disagreed with the statement. "i do not think grandsire is a human. well, once, perhaps, not anymore, though. bone, blood, flesh, certainly, but it doesn’t make a man a man, does it, malcador? it makes one alive. beasts are alive. xenos are alive, too, but we don’t consider them people."

#juno / thread #vicarlunares #ooc. writing at almost five in the morning and praying it is coherent is a skill

arielrpt

Sab Zada (Pasabist) on Instagram.

#vorona / visage

sleeplessdaily

Time Bless Lady Pyppenia!

Sleepless Week, Day 1: Favorite Character

#jahaira / visage

thinking about two of my warhammer fantasy ocs. the human, jahaira, is a merchant from the southlands. khornate father & tzeentchian mother. not a worshipper of any chaos god, truthfully, but somehow carries the prince of pleasure's mark. (she will tell you that she doesn’t know why that happened but she is lying. she refused to let a loved one go after their death, begging and pleading to the gods for it to be undone. a daemonette took interest in her anger, grief, love, sadness.)

the skaven, anise, is the ‘adoptive child’ of jahaira. albino. they/them pronouns. anise has been reared by the mortal woman since they were a runt, having been found after a tunnel collapse in marienburg. despite the assumptions of jahaira, anise is not female, but male, as they have complete androgen insensitivity syndrome. they do not identify as a woman, either, but they do not care to correct people. ambivalent to humans in general & ‘fond’ of jahaira in their own way because she raised them.

#ooc.#tbd.#ramblings.

primarchslut

TOTAL WAR III: WARHAMMER - legendary lords idles.

SKAVEN - IKIT CLAW

#skaven / aesthetic

the chamber of the youngest courtesan was bright and spacious, peony, jasmine, and vanilla orchid permeating the sumptuous chamber. sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows in iridescent spires, catching on the rose‑marble with gold veining. beautiful women and handsome men, scantily clothed, danced and engaged in the throes of passion to the minstrels’ in their enigmatic, soul-stirring music. budding maidens sat at her feet in a half circle, eating slices of apples and pears drizzled in honey, giggling and gossiping behind their flabellums. uncontested striplings loitered on the back wall with puffed up chests, conversing and outdoing one another in machoism.

naerys raised her head when the gilded filigree doors to the bedchamber opened, door-keepers bowed their heads and stepped to the side to allow a woman entrance. savario, displeased & suspicious, cleared his throat, narrowing his sole eye at the interloper. the latest stray pussy brought into the halls by the high lady’s maudlin, frivolous daughter. "you have a guest, painted lady." he paused. it was not in hesitation but in rumination. he must mind his tongue for he knew the procuress would not allow disorder in her household to go unanswered. "a companion of vorona."

a small, mischievous smile graced her rosebud lips, periwinkle eyes appraising kaelis from head to heel in consideration. "kirimvose, savario." she batted her eyelashes at him and cooed in unstifled amusement at his disdain. "you are relieved from your duties until the morrow."

naerys returned her attention to kaelis, resting her hands on the backrest. "rytsas, sweet traveler, rytsas. you are most welcome in my chambers." she nodded to the empty space beside her and lowered a hand to cushioned bench in a caress. "can i entice you with a glass of wine from my own private stock?"

@fatedcrossing

#naerys / thread #fatedcrossing