#pastchronicled

[siiinfilled]

for @pastchronicled​’s warwick from shiera au: alternate verse

She could smell the battlefield on him. Fire, blood, and sweat, along with the faint scent of the wine often served in their palace. Shiera hummed and lifted her head from where it rested against his chest, the roar of their warriors dimming as the messenger spoke louder. It was a message from another king expressing his fidelity, confirmation that the alliance her father established would remain even with Warwick now sitting on the Targaryen throne. Had her father’s heir not perished during the war, things would be different, but here they were, donning crowns they – or rather she – never expected to have. “We can trust this king, husband,” she murmured, all without looking at the man standing in front of them. “But the next one…their family’s ambition will harm us in the end. No matter how many sons they pledge to your service.” Rivers, ever-winding and strong, and despite her affinity for the water, Shiera had a bad feeling about them. A queen sitting on her king’s lap wasn’t the most common sight, but as an illegitimate princess, she was still used to doing things her way.

[cagesings]

@pastchronicled​​   sent   :   ❝   you   just   have   to   claim   it   ❞   (   from   george   )   

                  ❝   what   ?   my   freedom   ?   ❞   it’s   a   childhood   wish   to   be   able   to   reach   out   and   grab   it   .   it’s   a   childhood   wish   that   she   could   fly   like   her   larks   .   johanna   tucks   her   skirts   under   her   ,   fanning   out   invisible   wrinkles   .   with   a   sigh   ,   she   look   back   at   the   man   with   exhausted   eyes   .   ❝   i   wish   it   was   that   simple   ,   but   i   don’t   think   that’s   possible   for   me   .   ❞

[badwolftylcrr]

@pastchronicled​ liked this for a starter  [x]

“I was beginning to think you weren’t comin’.”, she says leaned against the TARDIS doorframe, travel bags in hand. The familiar whooshing sound of the ship materialising had sent her flying down the stairs, months worth of clean clothes and Jackie’s supper leftovers in store. She throws a quick glance at her watch - it had been all of three hours since they’d last seen each other. Well, since Rose had last seen him. After all, he was the one with the time machine, and Rose could never be quite sure just how much time had passed for the Doctor. With a wink she tosses her bags over to him and struts into the ship. “What’ve you been up to in the meantime, then? And where are we off to this time?”

[ladybebbanburg]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator. with Skade & Hvitserk feat @pastchronicled​​​​​​​

⌜—           "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is No!”.              ⸥

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Starter for @pastchronicled Hades & Poseidon

Poseidon sat at the table in the small restaurant and let out a breath as he flipped through the menu again. He had been to this restaurrant nearly a thousand times after coming down from Olympus years ago. It was perhaps his favorite restaurants in the mortal world. He sat back in his chair and let out a breath as he glanced around, waiting for his brother. Hades was supposed to meet him at the restaurant at noon and it was almost past that.

“Thank you,” Poseidon nodded politely at the server who came over and refilled his coffee before he glanced at his phone, no missed calls, so he assumed his brother was still going to show up. Zeus would just have to deal with him being away from the office longer than he had first intended that day. Although he wasn’t exactly sure his older brother would notice, or that he was even at the office at that point. Mostly likely Hera was running things while Poseidon was out. After coming to the mortal world several years ago, the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus has grown quite adapt to living in this world, they got along well, and where Zeus and Poseidon were concerned the two brothers started a company together in New York which was where most of the Olympians chose to stay, but others chose to venture out into the world and explore. Most of the Olympians had protested the idea of venturing to the mortal world when Zeus fist proposed it, but eventually they all agreed. Their powers were fleeting and it was decided to see how they would do living among the mortals with what powers they had left.

Poseidon had been one of the few that had been eager to venture to the mortal world, and he had adjusted well to the life there. Although the Olympians were far from mortal they worked to fit in and have a life in the world. Even Zeus made an effort…sometimes. More often than not Poseidon was left to run the company and clean up any of his elder brothers messes with the help of Hera.

[dragcnsdaughter]

𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼(au;+pastchronicled)

If there something she feared more than death, it was the thought of being sold like a brood mare. Shackled into a loveless marriage with no hope of escape. Arranged marriages were often the case, especially amongst the noble, and Daenerys was no exception. After poor Queen Anne had died after a long period of sickness, there had been rumours about the Country that King Richard was to marry another, that for political reasons it would be arranged rather than one of love. When she heard those rumours, she least expected it to involve her. Silver hair fall down her back as her hand maidens pulled the laces off her purple hued dress closed as tightly as they could, Daenerys had to be dressed appropriately to meet the King, for them to be formally introduced. Their union was thought to be able to bring peace, with Daenerys being the Lancastrian heir it would surely bring the Lancaster's to his side. All her life she had been prepared for this, being taught daily of how to be a good wife, to have manners yet her insides churned as her nerves seemed to eat away at her. As the cold silver was placed around her neck, a crucifix setting pretty on her bosom, it was suddenly time to go. Walking out of the room, she had only arrived at Westminster before she was being ushered to a formal meeting with the King. Her dressed pulled against the cold, marbled floor as she made her way to the Kings audience room by the groomsman at her side. Suddenly doors opened in front of her, her hands quivered as she slowly stepped inside, her heart thumped against her chest "Her Grace, Daenerys of Lancaster." It all suddenly seemed real as her eyes landed on the man in front of her. In that moment she suddenly forget her court etiquette, she was frozen on the spot as she stared at him before reality came rushing in and she slowly sank into a low curtsy, her cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet "Your Majesty." It was barely a whisper, her eyes staring at the floor in front of her.

[dotsexwife]

@pastchronicled​ for Dot | That awkward time your ex gets called when you’re assaulted because you forgot to change them from your Emergency Contacts....

         “ Your husband is on his way. ”

“ Ex. You called my ex-husband, ” the second part was said mostly to herself. Fuck. And he was on his way. Well there was nothing she could do at this point. Except almost wish she had in fact been strangled to escape the embarrassment to come. No doubt he would make a scene.

There was nothing more embarrassing than forgetting to change your emergency contact after a divorce; especially a divorce that was a few years old at this point.

Wiping at the corner of her eyes with the handkerchief the detective had handed her she sighed. He and the other detective were pointedly not making eye contact with her. “ It’s fine- Thank you, ” she added. At least they had tried to call someone for her. She appreciated it, even if it was going to cause a bit of a mess in an already messy situation.    “ We can keep going. ”

So while she waited for Matthew to arrive she answered questions as best as she could remember.

[rosueen]

@pastchronicled​   asked   :   ‘   i’ve stayed too long here.   ’ (   from   edward   iv   )

    anastasia   the   musical   senetence  starters   -   accepting   !!

                  ‘   oh   ,   no   ,   not   at   all   .   please   stay   .   ’   pink   lips   turn   upwards   into   a   grin   ,   palms   stretch   out   .   it   is   undiplomatic   to   show   such   physical   affection   ,   but   rose   pats   the   prince   on   the   wrist   .   she   wishes   she   could   capture   him   in   a   butterfly   net   and   keep   him   here   forever   .   rose   has   enjoyed   his   company   .   and   with   everyone   else   around   her   fretting   about   on   political   business   ,   she   finds   his   company   much   ,   much   better   than   the   chaos   around   her   .   ‘   do   you   really   want   to   return   to   england   ?   we   love   having   you   here   ,   your   highness   ,   and   so   do   i   .   we   would   have   a   dozen   balls   in   your   honor   .   ’   a   tease   flickers   in   her   eyes   .   ‘   i   may   have   to   capture   you   from   england   if   you   go   back   .   just   keep   that   in   mind   .   ’