polyolbos

[polyolbos]

POLYOLBOS. an independent and selective multimuse blog featuring canon and original muses, including alicent hightower, verity farseer and matthias helvar. mature and triggering themes present. minors do not interact. muses and further information can be found in my carrd linked below.

CARRD. MEMES. PROMO.

[polyolbos]

lets see if my brain allows me to get any writing done today

[hellshee]

DAVRON APPRECIATION WEEK day one: chastity & lust

[pulksten-blog]

Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues

[thunderousmemes]

 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

(steel meets skin, laughter turns to breathless stillness)

Training Grounds & Bruised Pride

❛ You’re getting better… but not good enough to beat me. ❜

❛ That swing would’ve taken my head off if you weren’t distracted staring at me. ❜

❛ You call that a punch? Try again. Harder. ❜

❛ Careful—if you keep touching me like that, I’ll forget this is just training. ❜

❛ You’re supposed to disarm me, not pin me down. ❜

❛ If you wanted to get me on the ground, there are easier ways. ❜

❛ Oh, so now you’re blushing? Didn’t expect that from you. ❜

❛ Don’t hold back just because I’m close. Hit me. ❜

❛ You like this too much to call it practice. ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. …and you’re smiling about it? ❜

Clash & Proximity

❛ Stop moving—if you do, I’ll let you go. Maybe. ❜

❛ You’re enjoying this way more than you should. ❜

❛ I could feel your heartbeat when I had you pinned. ❜

❛ You’re supposed to block, not get distracted every time I breathe. ❜

❛ Funny how you only get serious when I get close. ❜

❛ Is this still a fight, or are we pretending it is? ❜

❛ If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked. ❜

❛ That smirk’s going to get you in trouble. ❜

❛ You’re trembling. Adrenaline or something else? ❜

❛ You’ve got a death wish standing that close. Or maybe just a bad idea. ❜

Verbal Sparring & Tension

❛ What’s wrong—afraid I’ll beat you? Or that I won’t stop when I do? ❜

❛ Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. ❜

❛ You talk too much. Let’s see if I can change that. ❜

❛ Didn’t realize arrogance was one of your fighting styles. ❜

❛ Don’t act so calm—you’re shaking. I can feel it. ❜

❛ You like pushing me, don’t you? ❜

❛ Admit it—you only challenged me so you’d have an excuse to touch me. ❜

❛ I thought you were dangerous. Turns out you’re just distracting. ❜

❛ You keep saying this is training, but you keep looking at my mouth. ❜

❛ Try again. And stop pretending you don’t want to. ❜

Pinned & Breathless

❛ You should really get off me… unless you plan to stay there. ❜

❛ You gonna move, or are you enjoying the view? ❜

❛ You’re heavy. …Don’t you dare move. ❜

❛ Your hand’s still on me. Not that I mind. ❜

❛ Is this where you finally admit you like losing to me? ❜

❛ You can let go now. …anytime. ❜

❛ I said training, not straddling. ❜

❛ If anyone walks in right now, I’m blaming you. ❜

❛ Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me forget we’re supposed to be fighting. ❜

❛ I thought this was about technique, not temptation. ❜

Aftermath & Smolder

❛ You’ve got blood on your lip. …Here, let me— ❜

❛ You hit harder than you should. I liked it. ❜

❛ I should hate how close that was. But I don’t. ❜

❛ You’re shaking. Here—catch your breath. ❜

❛ For someone who swears they don’t care, you sure looked worried when I fell. ❜

❛ You didn’t have to pull me that close. ❜

❛ I’ve fought a lot of people. None of them ever looked at me like that. ❜

❛ Are we still sparring, or… something else? ❜

❛ Tell me you didn’t feel that too. ❜

❛ Maybe next time, we skip the weapons. ❜

[polyolbos]

@worthproven sent ; 08. pulling them into a tight hug. + “ you must let go of that guilt you carry, for i never blamed you and i know baelor would not have either. ” ( for his nephew marker )

guilt had plagued each and every waking moment since baelor's death, as well as infiltrating his dreams, haunted by the cousin that would be better called a brother for the closeness they had developed in their childhoods and carried on through to adulthood. most would think the guilt a sign of his intentions, that the blow he had dealt had been done with the knowledge of the harm he would inflict, perhaps not premeditated, but with a cruel determination that came in the spur of the moment, an opportunity seized. it could not be further from the truth, yet he never spoke a word of it, refused to acknowledge the whispers that no doubt passed behind his back, following in his wake wherever he might walk, for what could he say that would convince anyone who had already made their mind up? what good could it do to convince any of them, for it would not bring the prince back to life, it would not restore his uncle's son to him. so he held the words inside, allowed the guilt to fester, picking at it like a scabbing wound, allowing himself no peace for he did not deserve it. summerhall had been a refuge, though even there he was haunted by the ghosts of those he had loved, but he did not need to face his uncle that way. he would have told his own children they must face up to the consequences of their actions had roles been altered, take the judgement if they had killed a man, accident or no, for accidents do not lessen the pain of a death, yet he could not bring himself to do it. he could hardly bear to even face his own father, when finally leaving the comparative safety of summerhall, and there was nothing he would not bring to his father otherwise, trusting him since birth to solve all the problems that might have troubled him, no matter the size, but this was not his problem to solve and nor could it be solved.

he could not have evaded his uncle forever, though he might have wished it. he would have to face him in time, meet his gaze no matter if the warmth that he had always relied upon being there was gone, no matter how hard it might feel. had jace not had a far harder task, of burying a child, his only child, so how could maekar shy away from this any longer. avoidance continued following his arrival in king's landing, and once more the whispers followed wherever he went through the keep, insisting that he was weary from his journey and that he would rather be refreshed before meeting with the king, for he could not face him before the eyes of any other person, servant or knight or any other. he was relieved when no arguments were made, no one came to insist on behalf of the king that he should see him on his own terms.

stood before him again, late morn for he had still delayed as long as he could justify, he had not been able to find his voice. baelor had always been the better of the two of them with his words, easily able to talk to anyone and reassure them or charm them if he wished to, the tongue of a future king, well trained but not so perfected that it would seem fake. he did not realise his uncle had drawn so close until arms pulled him into a tight embrace, frozen as he was in his guilt and his grief that had only renewed itself from being within the red keep, where baelor belonged, and still it took yet another long moment or two before he returned the hold, stiff at first, before the words act as a dagger to his heart and he nigh could have collapsed from it had he allowed himself to, rather instead sinking his weight against him, voice thick with the threat of fresh tears. "i did not know what i had done. i do not even remember — dealing the blow."

[polyolbos]

@frozenasterism sent ; sniffing. it smells like a flower field but none is in sight — oh, what is that? ( for floris from sheepstealer )

she could make no complaints as to the hospitality she had been shown by the queen and those that resided within dragonstone's walls, even if by rights they could have treated her with far greater suspicion when she had come to pledge her own fealty, even if her father had given the baratheon support to the greens, in return for whatever safety they might offer her, a protection from the marriage that would have been thrust upon her had she remained behind. but they had been kind, both the queen herself and her sons too, providing her with a new home, whether it should only be temporary or otherwise. in some ways, dragonstone did not always feel so unfamiliar compared to storm's end, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the rocks a pleasant comfort, though now overlayed with the sounds of dragons, still causing her to startle on occasion when their screeching became louder, most oft when they were taking to the skies, and she had not yet ventured any closer to the creatures than witnessing them through a window or from the courtyard as they wheeled far above.

a storm had begun to roll in, far enough away across the water that she doubted it would reach the island before it died away, and should any seek floris out, they would no longer find her within the castle, having already made an escape to yet higher ground, a vantage point from which to better watch the stormy seascape, even if a drizzle of rain had already begun to fall. mere minutes had she been sat upon the rocks, sharp stones digging in through the fabric of her dress, but the discomfort not great enough to deter her, when her unusual peace was disturbed, not with the whining sounds she now knew to associate with the dragons, but the falling of dislodged stones, the sound of a breath from a creature that should be impossibly large, but was rather not so unusual with the number that roamed, whether wild or not. as her head turned, her heart seeming to know what her gaze would find before her mind had caught up, with the way it hammered within chest, dark hues widened upon meeting those of the dragon, lips parted and yet no sound escaping.

almost, in her haste to stand, did she fall down, and only the grabbing hold of her former seat kept her upon two feet, though it would leave bloody grazes upon the palm of hand. "i am very sorry." dragons could not, as far as she was aware, understand a word she might have to say, yet they tumbled from her, as once she had found her voice, she found she could not stop them, in the feeble hope that perhaps it would give her some greater chance at living beyond the next few minutes. "i'm not here to disturb you or — or anything else."

[jabberwocky1996]

Anamaria Vartolomei as Isabelle de Merteuil in the first episode of The Seduction (Merteuil, Dir. by Jessica Palud)

[ohmovie]

Did I love him? I should've hated him, but who can say why we fall in love? You try so hard to stop it, but it's too late! I made him miserable, and myself as well. What will I do now with the love I didn't give him? With all those words I didn't tell him?

HAYDÉE & ALBERT DE MORCERF The Count of Monte Cristo, Le Comte de Monte-Cristo│2024

[polyolbos]

my school has finally broken up for summer so maybe I'll be able to get to my drafts and inbox at long last

[polyolbos]

@frozenasterism sent ; turning with a flip of his tail heavy enough to shake the ground, tilting his head with a curious growl at the little human. ( for egg from sheepstealer )

he is going to be in trouble when he eventually finds his way back. yet he had known that from the moment he had slipped away, trailing behind the rest of his family, and waiting for the first opportune moment in which he could make his escape, an idle wonder of how long it might take for them to notice his absence and who would notice it first. the trouble would be worth the escape from boredom, though, and he cared little for the clothes he had been told to wear which now had small tears from his scrambling over rocks, and if any had seen the little prince, they might have feared he would go tumbling into the waters that lay below. there is no goal to his scrambling, no end point, other than when the sun begins to dip too low in the sky and he is forced to turn back around, for all his adventurous spirit, he still does not want to be caught alone out here once dark falls. 

later, when he recalls these moments, he won't be able to explain how he could miss the form of the dragon, how he had been far too focused on placing feet on solid bits of rock, a song uttered under his breath as he had ventured, that it would have been nigh impossible for him to notice the dragon, and rather the sudden motion, from what he had assumed to be yet more rocks ahead and not such a large creature taking up most of a rare flattened surface, nearly sent him tumbling backwards. the growl feels as if it vibrates through him as he slowly inches himself a little further forward onto a more solid standing, though no amount of caution will spare him now, he knows. a dragon is not one of the stray cats that, though clever, can still be tricked. or so he assumes, for really he knows little of them and their behaviours.

despite the knowledge that this dragon could, and may yet still, swallow him in one mouthful, a toothy grin manages to grow upon his face. a dragon. a wild one at that, like that his grandsire had claimed after losing his first. he should be scared, more scared, than he feels, he's certain of it, but he cannot make himself find that fear. "hello."

[calisverse]

DRAGONRIDING, DRAGONCARE AND JOYRIDES. all sentences are made regarding a fantasy setting with dragons that involve dragonriding, joyriding, inviting someone to ride with you and onward, includes sentences and prompts. change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

50 Dialogue Sentences – Dragonriding & Dragon Care

Inviting or Flirtatious

"Care to fly with me? My dragon doesn’t mind sharing her saddle."

"Only the brave ride beside me—are you brave enough?"

"My dragon seems to like you. That must mean something."

"I’d let you ride my dragon… if you ask nicely."

"You’re not scared of heights, are you? Good. Let’s go higher."

"They say a dragon reflects its rider… shall we see how well we match?"

"If you fall, I’ll catch you—unless you prefer clinging to me tighter."

"Hold on. Not to the saddle—to me."

"We could take the long way back… give the dragon more time in the sky—and us more time together."

"The sky’s beautiful tonight. Let’s fly into it together."

Friendly or Curious

"Have you ever ridden a dragon before? Want to try?"

"You don’t have to be a Targaryen to fly. You just need courage."

"I could teach you how to approach her—she’s gentler than she looks."

"He snorts at strangers, but he warms up if you bring him fish."

"Her scales change color slightly depending on her mood. Isn’t that incredible?"

"The wind in your face, the roar of the sky—it never gets old."

"Every dragon bonds differently. Sometimes it’s a look. Sometimes it’s fire."

"It’s not about control. It’s about trust."

"Feeding time is messy—want to help anyway?"

"I was scared too, the first time. But the fear fades. The wonder doesn’t."

Teaching / Instructional

"Mount from the left side. Slowly. Let him smell you first."

"Always keep your hands steady. Dragons sense fear through your grip."

"Talk to her, even if she doesn’t answer. She hears you."

"Their wings need brushing after each flight. Keeps the membranes healthy."

"Dragons don’t obey—they agree. Big difference."

"If she dips her head, she’s inviting you. Don’t miss that chance."

"Your posture matters. Slouch, and she’ll think you’re unsure."

"She hates loud sounds. Be calm, be steady."

"A clean saddle, a fed dragon, and calm breathing. That’s your start."

"Scratch right under the jaw. That’s where he likes it."

Witty / Sarcastic / Casual

"It’s not riding a horse. There’s more fire. Literally."

"If you think dragons are scary, wait until you meet their riders."

"He likes burnt goats. The crispier, the better."

"Wingspan’s impressive, sure, but have you seen the teeth?"

"Some people walk. Some take ships. I ride over storms."

"My dragon sneezed and burned my boots off once. Still worth it."

"She gets jealous if I talk to other riders too long. Drama queen."

"I wouldn’t stand there if I were you. Tail’s got a mean swing."

"Just a word of advice: don’t look down until I say you can."

"He doesn’t bite unless you deserve it."

Reflective / Emotional

"I’ve never felt so free as I do when I’m above the clouds."

"We’ve been together since I was ten. She’s part of me now."

"He saved me once. I owe him everything."

"The bond... it’s not explainable. It’s something you feel in your bones."

"Dragons don’t forget cruelty. Or kindness."

"I thought I’d lost him once. The sky felt empty without him."

"Some say we choose them. I think they choose us."

"Flying isn’t escape—it’s belonging somewhere vast."

"When I’m with her, I feel like I am fire. Not just near it."

"She doesn’t speak, but she understands everything I never say."

20 Writing Prompts – Dragonriding & Dragon Caring

You are asked to care for a sick dragon—describe the symptoms and how you try to help.

Write about the moment a dragon chooses you as its rider.

Your dragon refuses to fly—what’s wrong, and how do you solve it?

You invite a friend (or rival) to ride your dragon. How do they respond?

Describe your first flight and what you see, feel, and fear.

A young dragon is too wild to tame. You must train it before the festival.

You discover your dragon has laid eggs—what now?

Write a journal entry from the point of view of someone who brushes, feeds, and lives among dragons.

A storm is approaching, and you must fly through it to warn a village.

You get caught between two dragons fighting—how do you calm them?

Write about a romantic moment that takes place during a nighttime flight.

Describe a flight over enemy territory and how your dragon reacts.

Your dragon falls midair—write the fall, the landing, and the aftermath.

A new dragonrider challenges you to a race through the mountains.

Your dragon starts acting strangely—then it disappears.

A stranger appears with a dragon that looks eerily similar to yours.

You must teach a child how to care for a hatchling.

You are forbidden to ride, but your dragon calls for you. Do you obey?

Your dragon is wounded in battle. Write the recovery process.

A bond between you and your dragon is fading—how do you strengthen it again?

[pmamtraveller]

Romeo and Juliet on the balcony, by Julius Kronberg (1886)

[jabberwocky1996]

Anamaria Vartolomei as Isabelle de Merteuil in the first episode of The Seduction (Merteuil, Dir. by Jessica Palud)

[smaragduseques]

𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻𝚁𝚈 ( noun ) ; the medieval knightly system with its religious, moral, and social code

an independent & selective portrayal of gwayne hightower of hbo's house of the dragon & grrm's fire & blood. penned by zenik. template credit. psd credit.

[polyolbos]

tempted to make a separate blog for fitz

[nuhadaervesarchive]

the wisest fool

fitz/fool canon

fuck heterosexuality