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@galarmoury​ / @galarminister​ / @pinkrival​ - An Anon Sent Some Love !

I just wanted to say that as a lover of rare and odd characters being played, I love Galarmoury for their depictions of Sordward and Shielbert. And, while I'm at it, I might as well shout out everyone in their little family. Galarminister and Pinkrival deserve some love as well. I love the little family drama they've got going on! Keep up the amazing work, guys! - Anonymous

[gloryshielded]

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@galarmoury

Gloria can’t say she’d ever really envisioned this situation. Spending time with the twins and getting measured for clothing of all things? It wasn’t unwelcome by any means; her wardrobe is particularly lacking in anything nice and she doesn’t harbor any real animosity towards the two, despite everything that happened.

Not unwelcome, no, but odd all the same.

Gloria cooperates with no complaint (though standing still isn’t usually her forte), taking silent note of the use of ‘total’ and issuing a nervous sort of laugh at Shielbert’s question.

“Busy might be the best way tae put it. I guess I never really factored in anythin’ aside from battin’ before I became champion. I’ve had tae start brushin’ up on actin’ and choreography of all things, if you can believe it.”

[ballguysays]

{ @galarmoury​ from here }

Shielbert’s first instinct is to naturally flinch.

His face is a protected feature; it’s kept and tidy and taken care of like it was a delicate jasmine flower. He needs to keep it nice; he needs to keep it looking right.

It’s a tiny scar; no longer than the average fingernail, but it’s prominent enough without concealer or any kind of fabrication over the top of it. And with Avery trying to trace a finger over it, he leans back as if Avery had swung at him.

He smiles, or at least tries to. But it’s hard when only one side of the face can give a full muscular effort to do so these days.

“ Oh … you know how my brother can be when he gets set off ! ~ ” His voice is almost jovial, as if recalling a funny and whimsical tale, but the words don’t match like a poorly dubbed TV show.

“ Well, with his tantrums left and right, … he had a punch that could break through any door. Actually, I think that was before you ever knew us. He didn’t mean to hurt me though; I was just standing too close. ”

An accident.

Avery covered their mouth with horror, blinking back a few tears as they heard their new son recount the tale.

Just... an accident.

“I... I’m sorry...” they choked out softly, wiping at their eyes before anything could start running. “I... I didn’t know... I thought maybe it was a birthmark I hadn’t noticed before... Forgive me.”

Maybe Sordward really was their child after all. That untethered rage was frightfully familiar... For some reason, it made them feel almost too guilty to even look Shielbert in the eye.

They wondered just how much they had truly changed. It was enough make a shiver run down their spine. 

[prisonrose]

“ We both have a lot in common, you and I. We've both made some of the worst mistakes in our lives, and now we're paying for them in different ways. You, with this literal prison, and ours ... well. I never expected night terrors and relapsed trauma responses to feel so embarrassing. I wonder if we'll ever be able to see one another if you're ever released. Perhaps we could bond over what fools we were. ” Ever the talkative one, it seems Shielbert is speaking for both of them.

{ Say what ya really mean }

For a moment, there’s silence. 

Rose can’t do anything but stare at the boy, and for a moment he feels the whisper of something pitch black and blood curdling clawing up his throat. 

Anger. Rage, even. A dark, endless void filled to the brim with tar, boiling hot.

He can’t believe that anyone would think to compare their situations. Did this BOY think that this stay in this Literal Prison was devoid of nightmares? That he hadn’t startled awake in the middle of the night, gasping as if he’d been denied oxygen, swearing he could still feel some brute’s hands around his neck, unsure of what day – what YEAR – it was?

Bond over what FOOLS they were? Did he somehow think their actions were SIMILAR? He and his brother prancing off to sew discord throughout the entire region, putting people’s lives at risk with no plan, no careful calculations, no sleepless nights agonizing over every point of data and worrying sick over what might go wrong – simply to save FACE?

What happened to him wasn’t a mistake, it was a sacrifice. Rose had lost everything. EVERYTHING. Everything important had been stripped from him – he barely felt human anymore. No loving family, no friends waiting for him on the outside, no bountiful riches, no company, no prestige – no FUTURE.

It made his blood boil. How DARE this boy think the two of them were one and the same? That their situations were ANYTHING alike?! Rose almost says it, too–

But. He doesn’t. He can’t. 

No one deserved to be treated the way he had been. Not a soul. Especially not someone so young and with as much promise as Diarmuid’s boys, as frustrating as he found the news of their various misdeeds. And more than that, Shieldbert had extended something towards Rose that people rarely did anymore.

Sympathy. 

In his own frustratingly egocentric way, the boy was indeed trying to offer an olive branch of understanding, and it’s more than he could ever expect from anyone else. 

Rose gave a small sigh, letting the anger flow out of him like a peaceful wave. Then, he smiled up at the blond – exhausted but genuine. 

“I’d… I’d like that. Thank you, Shielbert.”

Assuming, of course, he made it that long.

[teamrockxtgrunt]

galarmoury started following you

“...H....h...”

“...Hair...”

[destinycaught]

galarmoury replied to your post: what if whenever people underlined their text in...

/for the love of god can that please be the new rp trend/

Imagine how tragic it would be to put in funny image but no one clicks because they assume it’s aesthetic. But funnier, could you imagine rping with someone && expecting it to be just like, “.” but then you CLICK IT for some reason && its just. 

[moonlegends]

@galarmoury​

“Son....whatever your brother feels, he is entitled to it as they are his feelings. That being said....”

He patted the seat next to him on the couch so he needn’t be standing there all alone, stewing in his own uncertainty. Better to have company in your misery, to paraphrase an old adage. And Diarmuid would rather Sordward be sitting instead of standing as he worried himself silly.

“Have faith in your kin. We are all allowed to be angry with each other, but we are also by the same token allowed to forgive as we are wont. And knowing your sibling as I do...if there had ever been any bile building, it has long since gone.”

[controlledhues]

🔥 owo?

Delishus salt for the saltiest Pia here.

I fuckigN HATE when anons try to get into two people’s interactions throwing stuff and basically metamodding/godmodding? (Are those the words) Trying to create drama when one didn’t ask for that???? 

Or like in general when people try to mess with shippings and relationships when there isn’t needed.

Thank you but no thanks we already have our content plotted :)))