𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡

YOU DIDN'T CHOOSE THE PROPHECY — but it keeps choosing 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

[saintsplanet]

i bet on losing dogs. ☽    ( ... )    a private multi-muse by 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝗻𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗹   low activity.     mainly plot based.     extended rules found below.      muse-list subject to changes as i see fit.    i tend to write mostly on discord and use tumblr for drabbles, asks, and a few threads here & there.     i’m slow, but that’s life (med school eats time) — never disinterest.    i prefer to write with only one version of most characters,  and i am ship exclusive unless otherwise stated. guidelines. roster. please do not follow first at this time.

thematically focusing on : knights and heroines, tragedies and devotion, female rage and broken myths, forbidden love and the ghosts of belonging. ♡ affiliated with saintsknight saintsave saintgods saintspoetic saintscurse warplanet studiodrafts + my esme always.

[mndies]

hey guys!! i hate to ask, but i'm in a lil spot financially. a few days ago i had my first trip to the dentist since i was a teenager (a LOT of dentists in the uk went private in the early 2000s and it only got worse during covid bc of the crazy high-demand nhs backlog of patients), and oh boy. for the most part they said i'm looking okay-ish, which was a relief. i've the money to pay for the first half of my treatments (which comes to just under £300), but the rest of my treatments over the next two appointments are a lot more hefty and are gonna amount to a total of £645

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[unicornsandfigs]

“ i am daenerys stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see?”

— commission done by sscindyss_art on ig

[lizaisdrawing]

Queen Rosalina ✨

[saintsplanet]

added + princess rosalina from the mario series, will be updating to include my bond girl oc rhea alexandra mehra (simone ashley fc) since the buddies are in bond world :3

[saintsplanet]

i did it

[saintsknight]

The odd quiet of the night unsettles him, a sharp contrast from the celebrations occurring just mere moments ago. Rhaegar had known she would come. Not because a servant had announced her arrival, nor because he had heard her footsteps beyond the door. No, he had known because there was nowhere else this conversation could happen. The realm had spoken, lords had nodded, agreements had been inked and sealed and exchanged between hands far older and more powerful than their own. A marriage had been decided. The only thing left was the bride and groom themselves. He stood beside a narrow window overlooking Blackwater Bay, one pale hand resting against the cool stone. Below, the city stretched endlessly toward the horizon, all smoke and rooftops and distant sails. King's Landing looked smaller from up here — simpler. As though the lives of thousands could be reduced to scattered points beneath a dragon prince's gaze. "Yes," he said quietly, with no elaborate speech following, simply no pretense at all. Just the simple acknowledgment of a fate already chosen. His violet eyes studied her carefully as she continued. There was intelligence in her gaze, a curiosity. A steadiness he found himself respecting immediately. She looked at him as though he were a puzzle worth solving rather than a prince worth impressing ."I think," Rhaegar replied after a moment, his voice low and thoughtful, "that everyone has already decided who I am." The corner of his mouth curved ever so slightly. "A melancholy prince. A dutiful son. A man forever reading books when he ought to be hunting." His gaze drifted briefly toward the bay beyond the window. "Most of them have never bothered to ask whether any of those things are true." Then he looked back at her. "But you are right." The room felt strangely smaller now, not uncomfortable but merely more honest. "If we are to spend our lives together, it seems unwise to let strangers introduce us....tell me something about yourself no one at court would think to ask."

[saintsplanet]

the silence between them does not feel uncomfortable. only careful, as though they are standing at the edge of something neither of them has quite learned the shape of yet. for a moment, elia says nothing. outside the window, king's landing glitters beneath the darkness like scattered embers. distant. untouchable. from here the city looks almost beautiful, softened by night into something kinder than it truly is. elia has always thought distance has a way of granting mercy to ugly things. perhaps people are no different. her gaze lingers on him a moment longer than propriety strictly allows. the prince of dragonstone, the heir to the seven kingdoms. the man half the realm has already turned into a song before he's had the chance to become simply a man. she wonders if he is lonely. wouldn't you feel alone if you were destiny's favorite? ❝ something no one would think to ask, ❞ she repeats quietly, the faintest hint of amusement threading through her voice. ❝ i dislike being underestimated much less than i dislike being admired. ❞ the confession settles gently between them. ❝ admiration is a strange thing. people decide who you are long before they've met you. then they spend the rest of their lives being disappointed when you turn out to be human. ❞ there are parts of her that wonder why he agreed to this marriage, wonder why the dornish princess was picked from the sunlight and brought here, some place so cold, so distant. it feels unnatural, wrong almost. she edges closer to rhaegar, as close as she possibly can without feeling scandalized. ❝ and you, my prince? do you care to be admired? ❞

[witchyhagz]

Day 3: Quotes | Elia Martell & Aegon Targaryen

“We will not be alone. Dorne will join us, must join us. Prince Aegon is Elia's son as well as Rhaegar's”

──for @eliaweek done by novaakuin

[oracleswonder]

thinking about mcu sharon carter & the role she could’ve had in the universe if kevin, the russos, & the writers gave a damn about the source material or liked sharon or emily vancamp at all. if they hadn’t given her role to scarjo in ca:tws just because they wanted to work with her more than emily vancamp. how her role was COMPLETELY obliterated to fit elizabeth olsen & satisfy rdj’s ego. ALSO how steve & sharon’s scenes in infinity war were cut because, & i quote, kevin “didn’t wanna make it the steve rogers show”. thinking about how the best chances of her “appearing” or being mentioned again is it being stated that she died/was killed off camera in doomsday or secret wars

[saintsplanet]

hi my big scary board exam is next week then i will be here more i promise 🤍

[saintsplanet]

how is studying going you ask? i am so desperate to cut someone open i'm begging to see @wpon-x's wounds

[lesbianthropp]

“Come with me”

[saintsplanet]

the penthouse is still glittering with remnants of the evening by the time they return — city lights pouring molten gold through towering windows, the distant hum of manhattan far below them, the faint scent of champagne and expensive perfume still clinging to the air between them. lois has already kicked off her heels somewhere near the elevator, abandoning them with all the elegance of a woman who spent four straight hours smiling politely at billionaires while resisting the urge to publicly fact-check half the room. tony, meanwhile, looks entirely too pleased with himself. which means he is about to become unbearable. ❝ you’re never going to let me live that down, are you? ❞ comes @reactir 's words, softly laughing from the penthouse kitchen as lois lounges on his sofa. ❝ tony, ❞ she says carefully, voice wrapped in dangerous sweetness, ❝ you introduced the ambassador of latvia to the string quartet as ‘the guy from that hotel thing in monaco.’ ❞ a beat. ❝ and then you asked if his wife was secretly a spy. ❞ another beat. ❝ during the charity toast. ❞ the laugh threatening her composure finally slips free after that, bright and helpless despite the way she tries to suppress it. because god, the look on the poor ambassador’s face had nearly killed her on the spot. and tony had looked so genuinely delighted with himself afterward that she’d spent the rest of the gala avoiding eye contact entirely for the sake of her own professionalism. lois finishes removing one earring before setting it carefully onto the marble counter nearby, though her eyes remain fixed on him the entire time, sharp and sparkling and far too fond for her own good. ❝ honestly, i’m being generous by only bringing it up now, ❞ she continues, stepping closer at an unhurried pace. the silk of her gown catches the citylight beautifully, all dark shimmer and soft movement and dangerous elegance. ❝ i could’ve ruined your entire night with this material. ❞

[saintsplanet]

need to show you whats happening in me and esme's dms these days <3

[lujinarchive]

Katara and Sokka

[saintsplanet]

the words strike her more softly than they should—no anger, no sharpness. only that terrible, quiet honesty that had always undone her far more efficiently than cruelty ever could. you were the only person i could go to. @saintsknight whispers to sakura. for a moment, sakura says nothing at all. she simply stands there beneath the fading wash of twilight, pink hair stirred gently by the evening wind, green eyes fixed upon him with an expression far too fragile to be called composure. because this is the tragedy of loving sasuke uchiha: every small tenderness from him feels catastrophic, almost world-ending. he does not offer pieces of himself easily, and so whenever he does, she receives them like sacred things. her fingers curl loosely against the fabric near her sleeves, a nervous habit she thought she had long since outgrown . but he has always had a way of making her feel like a child again, hopeful in all the most dangerous ways. ❝ that’s not fair, ❞ sakura whispers at last, though there is no real anger in it. only ache. only the exhaustion of someone who spent years teaching herself how to survive his absence only for him to return carrying that same unbearable gravity in his hands. her gaze lowers briefly before lifting back to his, luminous now with something soft and wounded and impossibly sincere. ❝ you disappear for years and then say things like that as if you don’t know what they do to me. ❞ the silence between them stretches after that, delicate as spider silk in morning rain. and despite herself — despite every lonely night and every fractured goodbye and every promise she once made to stop loving him so completely — sakura steps closer. slowly. carefully, as though approaching a ghost she’s frightened might vanish if touched too suddenly. ❝ but… ❞ her voice gentles then, unraveling into something quieter. truer. ❝ if you came to me, sasuke… then i’m glad you did. ❞ because even now, after everything, some part of her heart still opens for him instinctively. as naturally as flowers turn toward sunlight.

[saintsplanet]

i love marvel comics