#diva down.

[multiseb21]

the worst part of fabio to honda is that he won’t even be in sexy repsol leathers like the hot girl world champions before him

[xoxodollhrt]

THEY TOOK AWAY HER PURPLE EYESHADOW DIVA NO 💔💔

[princehugo]

why is everyone still posting. we need to take a day of memorium because drsweety303 has left us.

[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @baashirdayne when and where: the dayne sept of starfall, which has been out of use for many years due to it being the location of a family tragedy. many years, eight to be specific. except for one night a year, where the widowed lady dayne carries out prayers for her husband. context: some tense prep for a tense family day.

the curtains were heavier than the last time she had pulled them open, that she was sure of; and as she pulled them aside with all the strength she could muster, she saw the dust from a year of being sat in a single position in the hued reflected light of the stained glass before them. it were the first time the sept had seen the sun in a full year; in all twelve of the lunar cycles and three hundred and sixty five sunsets, there was finally time to beam across the statues of the gods. they too had dust upon them, she could tell considering the mother had appeared to develop a moustache upon her upper lip; she clapped her hands of the sight as she turned, moving to pull open another set of curtains.

one by one she finally allowed for the sept to be illuminated, as though to wake these mere idols from their year long slumber of uselnessness - it were time for the day where they would serve a single purpose for a mourning family, before they would be put away again for the next year. her mother swore the sept was haunted with the sounds of his voice, or something even worse considering the blood that had been shed within the hallowed halls; it were no welcoming place, but then again, no sept ever was. she allowed her heels to click against the marble stone as she stood in the middle of the circle, staring up at the idols with a sort of defiance that almost made her wish to throw something and crack one - how was it this had been the sight of the day that had changed their lives?

it were right in the middle, beneath the pulpit, that her father had bled out and the supposed gods had merely watched.

never even considered, or wondered, whether they may send an inkling to the many souls living beneath the same roof to go and check on the lord's private prayer session. instead, the mighty lord of starfall, bled out on the floor like an animal that were to be cut down. it were no befitting death for a lord, let alone the man she had been blessed to call father; but here they were, in this damned place once again. she had her smokes within the pocket of her skirts that she had forced her maids to stitch, and knew that she would need one by the time this day of preparation was done. the sounds of her mother's incessant rambling in the background regarding the litres of milk needed for the offering, and how the coconut was not at the correct ripeness, and that the bell was not loud enough to help their father's soul continue to rest and cross over if he had not yet reincarnated.

it were delusion, at it's finest; a method of madness for a woman to cling, and to try and process all at the very same time. "gods sake woman! the windows will not open, i told you. get someone to see to it." she snapped, unable to withstand her patience nor her irritability any further in the direction of her mother, who had the most irritating of habits of telling her to do something she had already done, or seen to, as though she were still nothing but a childish girl. "try to push it open and you will break it." she had flounced off now, jet black straight locks trailing to the bottom of her waist as she walked, intent on slipping out of the sept before she bumped into any other of her family members. the door of the sept slammed behind her as she had not watched how carefully she needed to close it, and she heard something shatter on the other side - the place. was falling apart, because it was neglected. unused.

except for one twisted day a year, where all of starfall was invited to join in on a prayer that lasted hours, to help shepard a soul that had long since left them.

she agreed with the notion of remembering her father. remembering him for the man he was; a loving, doting father who protected his own and ensured his family were left a secure legacy. he did not waver in the face of despair, nor did he ever let himself slip to stain their family name. it were he, who was and always would be the true lord of house dayne - as opposed to the two they had been left with. one too busy playing hero for all of dorne whilst not realising what he had done to his own house, and the other sulking in high hermitage expecting to be contacted, all whilst intending on rejecting all forms of contact. she was ready to leave from the other side of the door when baashir turned the corner, alone thankfully - at least this meant she did not need to go and find him, which could mean she would need to venture all around the keep. he did not like remaining inside, she had noticed.

"why are you so late?" she demanded to know, her arms crossing over her blouse before he commented it were too short or revealing for a sept, or to be worn in front of their mother. that, and also out of pure indignation and irritation, she shot him a look. "she wanted you there a full hour and a quarter ago." their mother had not been keeping count, but rather ruqaiyah had been; for the golden son would face no chastising. no pressure. but ruqaiyah would remember small things, and cling to them; to see how their mother cherished one far more than the other. "one of the windows won't open, can you send for someone before tomorrow to do it. i won't deal with her having a breakdown over a window too." she did not know why baashir allowed her to keep doing this.

[beepbopzlorp]

missing miu iruma everyday 🙏🍺