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@pastbrought sent: ❝ something’s not right .. jaskier, you stay here. ❞ [from geralt] RESIDENT EVIL 4 starters | accepting

“--What? Absolutely no way am I going to miss out on this when you so seldom provide any relevant details,” Quick to put away his things, he’d put his pack over his shoulder and get ready to head toward whatever danger may’ve been in their path.

“What do you think it is?”

#asks #pastbrought #followed the crooked path that led me to a stage { jaskier interactions }

LORD MELBOURNE

THERE WAS NO BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE THE TITANIC THAN A BALL. ONCE MALENA HEARD WORD OF THE EVENT, SHE WENT DIRECTLY BACK TO HER SUITE. With every intention, Malena made sure she was going to dress the best. If the Queen herself was there, Malena wouldn't care if she had outmatched her.

The gown she wore was rather vintage for her time. Sleeves hung off from her shoulders, and the neckline revealed quite some cleavage. And for the modesty of the community, Malena did not care if heads were moved in her direction. The Italian woman walked into the large hall, revealing her full gown. It was of light crimson red, that trails into a gold floral shimmer fabric at the end. There was something about late 19th-century fashion that Malena was always interested by. It was very much like the world's current fashion -- just add a nice bump at the behind. Normally, she would allow her long luscious curls hang around her waist, but for such occasion, she put it up a nice updo.

AS EXPECTED, ALL EYES WERE ON HER. HEADS WERE NODDED IN HER DIRECTION AND EVEN HANDS WERE OFFERED TO HER. Though, she had declined when she had turned around and gripped on her gown's trail to allow herself to walk around easier. In the distance, her eyes wandering around the crowd, she made eye contact with a certain man. Whose eyes did not move when the pair's eyes were matched. @pastbrought

#{ verse 001 } take her to sea #pastbrought #so excited for this !!

💔 (from claire, just fuck me up fiona)

He sees it coming. Not in the way she does, or the way she supposedly does. He saw his end right from the beginning, before he had even gone into the king’s employ. Wolsey had cautioned him about this path. He had told him that there was no one that he would be happier and sadder to see take his place as Henry’s esteemed adviser. Wolsey had believed that he deserved the world; that he should be immortalized in history, but he knew that one day, his enemies would catch up to him, no matter how fast he tried to outrun them. Your enemies will become my enemies, Wolsey had said. And he had been right. Wolsey had always been right.He had been right about how he had needed to get rid of Anne Boleyn before she had his head, or rather than chaining himself to her sinking fortunes. Henry would see him swept away with her if he did not do what was necessary for his fortunes. God, he had thought that everything would have been bright and hopeful with Jane Seymour’s reign. He had thought that nothing could go wrong. His wife, god, his wife, had seemed too pessimistic. He’d thought that Jane would live! But she had died, and it seemed like only a minor setback. He had been cautioned not to pursue Anne of Cleves as future wife, but he had seen how the Protestant cause was crumbling and would be entirely forgotten if he did not do this. He thought that he could manage this all, like he had gotten through everything else. But it had not been so. Eventually, came the guards dragging him to the Tower. He hadn’t gone quietly, shouting for the king, as if he might hear him. No, he must have been out with that girl, that infernal girl, Katherine Howard. No doubt the Duke of Norfolk was bloody pleased with himself!In his cell, he wrote to the king, page upon page, until his hand would fall off, or his ink was gone, but he would use his own blood if he had to, use it until he was drained of every last drop, until the king would come.But she came to him instead. What is she? His wife, a witch, an angel of death? She kissed him through the metal bars, and the kiss felt weak and desperate. She was going to pull away, but he grabbed her wrist with a ferocity that a dead, dangerous man would. He would pull her feeble arm through the bar, pull her whole body through it if he could. Bones are brittle, he could break her this way and that way, until he was here with her.“Are you a fraud?” He spat at her sharply, but quietly. His eyes are searching, dark and deep, into those eyes of his wife, of the woman who had slept beside him, whose body had warmed him through the night, whose gentle kiss had soothed his nightmares, when he had seen the ghosts of his friends and enemies in his dreams. “Or did you see this?” His voice is a hoarse whisper. Does he believe in her divine, bewitching powers. “Did you let me die?” He is mad with thoughts of prophecy! Tell me, he implored, he begged! Tell me you are my innocent wife!

#pastbrought #:))))

“he’s resting,” caroline came out of their son’s room, quietly shutting the door with a bit of a sigh. “augustus’ seizure was bad this time. bad enough that i could hardly hold him. he wet himself and i couldn’t get him grounded,” walking to the window, fingers rubbing her left eye with exhaustion. “i did what i could. i finally was able to send for a doctor and he calmed down when the doctor got in.” there was some grand feeling of guilt in her heart, burrowing deep into her heart as she spoke to this man. her husband. it was all just a hard pill to swallow, sleeping with an author whilst he stayed so delightfully and even blissfully loyal to his cheating wife. playing with her golden locket between her fingers, feeling the metal cool on her skin. caroline lamb was most certainly guilty of falling into the arms of lord byron. it was a mess that should have never been, she did certainly care for william lamb.

william gave her augustus and even their daughter, who didn’t make it more than a few hours, at least 8 months before it’s day to arrive. sometimes the guilt of that drove her wild, even a child previously. miscarriages came out of this marriage and sometimes she had remorse for what she was doing. there was such a sweeping feeling for lord byron, in passing even promising to elope with her elsewhere. maybe she was hoping for more than she could handle. remembering being young caroline ponsonby, having such a little crush on william lamb... now she’s married to him and she’s off with lord byron.

“i am going to stay here at brocket hall for a bit, augustus needs me and i quite worry with this. this seizure was bad enough that i fear if i go elsewhere, i will be needed. he needs mama.” turning back, facing william with a pang of emotions rushing in her veins.

giving @pastbrought some pain~~~

#iv. dangerous and mad / caro threads #pastbrought #hahahhahahahhahaha

lowkey gift for @pastbrought based on her verse with @queenviictoria

#bye #*edits1 #queenviictoria #pastbrought

continued from here for beta editor ╲ ( @pastbrought )

a slight knit formed between the nymph’s brows, a shake tossing brunette curls over her shoulder. thick was the mire which rose in her chest, foul and most unwelcome for so blissful a moment. ❝ they are lovely to behold, certainly, but there has been and will be even mortals who match their beauty. but that is not all that makes a woman beautiful. ❞ for the goddesses were spiteful, cruel, vengeful beings as much as not, both with justification and simple whims. leaning forward, the dryad tapped a finger beneath kore’s chin, smile almost saccharine for all the effort she forced. ❝ you are kind, thoughtful, sweet more than any of those women can claim. ❞

perhaps she could not be unbiased about any of the pantheon, so many a terror to her kind despite their loyalties to one or another, despite often being their creations, but it was only in the security of this garden which she dared voice. perhaps the mother goddess of this girl drew an ear but when katerina praised her prized child so, she could hardly be angered. ❝ olympus is much as they are: stunning to behold but not without its faults and dangers. your mother should, perhaps, speak of it more, but i understand why she seeks to shield you from the mount. ❞

#pastbrought #pastbrought » persephone #· arc » mythos ╲ shed your gown‚ oh dryad‚ for summer’s past #for being so loyal to one #katherine has a low view of the gods and goddesses

continued from here for beta editor ╲ ( @pastbrought )

her heart flitted against the walls of her chest, a terror not of that of men but of the gods, though one most certainly towered over her now. if a sizable portion of the grove was demolished by their hands, her duty would be breeched, her pledge forfeited, her goddess angered. not that she would dare utter such a secret, risk placing her very existence into jeopardy, she would far rather be struck down by one of their swords than face the opposite consequence.

oft soft brown eyes were flints of jasper as she strove to ensure her presence had the chance of appearing larger than her slight form. hardly did she believe herself intimidating yet, she must make the attempt. ❝ no man or god who intends to harm it has any right to step within, let alone pass through. ❞ there, she opened one gate for him to enter, if he would swear. ❝ there is room enough if you discover some patience. ❞

chin lifted, forcing herself to meet the other’s gaze. ❝ i care not for your wars, be it of the gods or men. this is my home, and i shall not stand by as you destroy it for your whims. ❞

#pastbrought #pastbrought » ares #· arc » mythos ╲ shed your gown‚ oh dryad‚ for summer’s past #will this tag save? probably not #are you active? nooooope.#am i going to reply to all your stuff anyway?#absolutely.

@pastbrought spoke: ❛ tell me that you don’t want this - lie to yourself. ❜ (ares @ persephone) ( ❛❛ // 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 :// 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. / / accepting )

‘ ARES... ’ his name is more plea than anything, a half-hearted attempt avoid the subject all together. light eyed gaze cannot meet his as she lays her hands against his chest, intent to push him away...but unable to force herself to actually do it. she does-- the fates know she does want this. want him. no matter how impossible or foolish it might be. there is no might, she knows it is foolish, her mother would never allow it, not the same woman who had told her a thousand times that if she had allowed her daughter to wed her husband would tire of her in a year’s time.

‘ we both know i am a terrible liar. ’ it is foolish and if it makes her a fool then she will gladly be one for as long as she can. her hands cup his cheeks as she meets his gaze, breath hitching in her throat, as if her mind has tried one last effort to keep her from making a mistake. ( but it is no mistake ) ‘ of course i want this. ’ she loves him.