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Private & HIGHLY selective rp blog set in the Star Wars Universe. Contains canon, AU, and original characters.
Between the excitement over Galaxy’s Edge (which I will be seeing in December) and The Rise of Skywalker, I’ve decided to bring my array of SW ladies back. Only this time they are all conveniently on one blog as I seem to do well with genre-based multis. So you can now find Breha/Kylo over there.
Private & HIGHLY selective rp blog set in the Star Wars Universe. Contains canon, AU, and original characters.
Between the excitement over Galaxy’s Edge (which I will be seeing in December) and The Rise of Skywalker, I’ve decided to bring my array of SW ladies back. Only this time they are all conveniently on one blog as I seem to do well with genre-based multis. So you can now find Leia over there.
It's been a while. Hey?
I've been wanting to post more, write more, pick up on one of the many tumblrs/blogs/journals I have left off on...and yet I haven't. So, rather than stress for days or weeks trying to make my original blog a place where I feel I can write about where I'm at in life now on, I thought I'd jump over here. Pick up where I left off, and transition this into a sort of writing&photo tumblr. I'll keep that one running for strictly reblogs and FYV related things, but I'll stick to this one as a place for myself. And if you enjoy it as well, that's cool, too.
So, hello world. I hope to share with you some pictures of the beautiful Seoul (where I'm living now), all the coffee I drink, some tidbits of writing and thoughts, and whatever else seems to fit. My movement, my stillness; my journey and my life. Welcome!
I've called this blog, temporarily, "빛난다" or "bitnanda" which means to twinkle, to shine, to be distinguished in Korean. 빛나, a shortened version of this, is my Korean name. This year I want to live up to that name, and to shine as myself, without needing someone else to tell me to do it!
Nice to meet you all! Say hello, if you'd like. Ask questions. I'll make some about me type posts as we go on, but for now, let's just leave it at hello.
Pictured: Seoul, at sunset, over Gangnam.
Family
Already reveling in the warmth, his lips quirked in amusement, not catching the solemn tone. “Yeah, sure, you can be my new dad. You’re old enough for it,” He peered up to grin at him and see his reaction, before he finally saw the look on his face, and his joking dropped. “Oh wait, you’re… you’re serious.”
justakansasboy:
“……………no, it’s fine. It was a silly thought to begin with.”
There was a flash of panic in his eyes. "No, I didn’t mean-" He balked and looked down. “I-I wasn't trying to make fun, I just…” He grabbed a hold of the hero’s hand with a sense of urgency. “Please, hold on, just give me a second…”
blissfullyoffmode:
"No doctors." Jaime shook his head sharply. Like hell he was going to explain how he got this messed up to a hospital. The Scarab had a healing factor anyway. "We’re-I’m fine.”
Okay that was a lie. A big lie. He was clearly not alright and he was really surprised he was still conscious. Probably thanks to the Scarab keeping him awake somehow.
"Uh-huh." Sora humored, though it was sarcastically. He wondered if maybe the guy was just underestimating the extend of his injuries. Until he remembered that here in the states, hospital bills were terrible. Maybe he was worried his family couldn't afford it. "Okay, okay, no doctor. But we gotta at least get you out of the streets. Let's get you home."
He knew the basics of first aid. And heck, he'd been in enough fights to know how most injuries worked. How hard could it be? "C'mon, I gotcha," he lifted the poor guy's arm and draped it over his shoulder, grabbing at his beltline to help lift him to his feet.
taste of victory (Ned/Cersei, r)
She rather likes the way he looks before her, kneeling on his wounded leg as she sits leisurely in the gilded chair. Where is your honor now, Stark, she thinks. But there it is in the set of his face, so unmoving, as if she hadn’t just asked him to put his mouth to her cunt and get her off in return for his life and the safety of his daughters. A fair trade in her opinion for how he has slighted her since arriving in the city and not taking her warning seriously. She finds no fault in how prettily his eldest had begged before the court, nor the idea to let him live out his life in the grey waste of the Wall. There, he could do her no harm. And there is wisdom in not killing him and beginning a war; her son does not need the added stress. Cersei leaves her thoughts to return them to the man before her. Fingers curling over the chair edges, she smiles and says, sweet and nice, “It’s an easy thing, Lord Stark. Should you not wish to please your Queen when she asks so?” Had Eddard Stark been a different man, Jaime with his brashness and anger or Tyrion with his clever words, no doubt he would have thrown them back at her. Said something about how she looked desperate and a foolish woman. But he is not, and so she holds the power here. He stares at her with stone eyes and outside her rooms she can hear the goings of everyone else. It thrills her. “I would hate to disappoint your daughter so. She did beg so beautifully for your life.” Despite the dungeons, he bares no marks of disgrace. He has not been broken, but she will break him here. “I will even allow you to see your wife before taking the black. And once there you will have your little bastard again.” Her words undo him. Honor flees with the chance to live. But no, it is more he thinks that she will leave his family untouched. She knows him better than he believes. He reaches for her skirts, the heavy black ones of mourning, and pushes them up to expose her pale skin. Sighs escape her lips as she tells him how to please her. She comes with the knowing that she has put that look of defeat in his eyes and the taste of victory in her mouth.
