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[royalreef]

@pxndxrasbox​ || 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔱

      “Nay, not a hair upon my head is harmed, thanks to your due diligence, my masquerading champion -- ? How do I even begin to deliver that line, I’ve never been saved by my true love before! And why would my true love be anyone as barbaric as a rebel working against the very kingdom I command, even in disguise!?”

      True, Miranda was well and familiar with the concept of the art of theatre, but her suspension of disbelief was being stretched by this one, particular role. 

      Of course, when she tried out for the play, it wasn’t much of an issue. A princess in a starring role, commanding a tyrannical kingdom with a dark grip over the populace, leaving them to starve in the day, and huddle close at night, fearing that they could be disappeared to a worse fate at any time? Miranda knew it was the role she was born to play.

      Except... She hadn’t fully read the plot when she killed, lied, and sabotaged her way to one of the two lead roles, and now that she had...

      Well, for as much as Miranda related to her own character, she could not believe, for a second, that the princess, previously kept isolated in her ivory tower above the lands, only knowing what the king and queen sneered at her, released for a time by sheer luck, could ever love a rogue who was working to improve the kingdom for all, and especially not one who would free the princess from her own chains! It was preposterous, it was fiendish, it was downright cute with an ultimately optimistic outlook yet forcibly vague depiction of the horrors of tyranny! It was a monstrosity.

      Further still, to have the two meet by the beautiful and daring rogue saving the princess from her own cluelessness about the world, and seeing that she was just as hurt as them? Nope, negative, nada - Miranda had no clue if she could even begin to pull that off. 

      So... She had asked for help from her co-star and close friend, Vicky. After all, Vicky was supposed to play the dreaded champion of the people, and Miranda did trust her enough to not be too thrown off by Miranda’s dramatics at the entire thing. 

        It was key to learning, Miri thought, that when you got huffy and upset over not being able to understand even common land romance tropes, and having a high aversion to it due to your own raising, that you had someone to teach you who wouldn’t laugh at you.

           ( Or make it worse. Miranda had a few cases of things being made worse. )

      Flicking through her script, Miri couldn’t help the frown that came over her face, the scrunching of her brows as she stared at the plot in full, none too happy about the contents. She couldn’t help a defeated huff, fins pressing back.

      “Perhaps I should cancel my appearance in the play... You would not mourn too badly over having to kiss the Interdimensional Prince instead of me for your role, would you? I hear acting in a play together will only get the two of you married in his universe! I’m not sure how I can even begin to act this out...”

[betterdcyz-a]

He performed under the ancient oak tree, which was known as Bleobheris; The Seat of Friendship. Druids welcomed anyone who wishes to enter the glade peacefully, and it made the perfect place to perform. The leaves that left the oak tree descended down in the background, one landing right on his shoulder as he strums the chords of the lute. 

He sang a few songs, one, in particular, was a bitter song; composed in the hopes of making himself cope. “——if life can give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands, he demands, and thus our adventure disbands.” And soon the songs are over, and Jaskier gathers up his small basket in hopes for a few generous people to throw their coin in. There were merchants, nobility and a few other races that came to the glade. So some of them must have some extra gold on them. 

He sees one druid in particular who was there, looking at him. He smiles softly. “Hello, good sir. I hope you liked Jaskier’s marvellous performance!”

@pxndxrasbox​

[sokrovennyi]

Rules: name your top 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

Nagito Komaeda - Danganronpa

Godzilla - Any Godzilla anything

Miles Edgeworth - Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Kratos Aurion / Mithos Yggdrasill - Tales of Symphonia

Tali’Zorah vas Normandy - Mass Effect Trilogy

V / Vergil - DMC

Sinestro - The Green Lantern

Ororo Munroe - X-Men

Doppo Kunikida / Fyodor Dostoevsky - Bungou Stray Dogs

Jade Curtiss - Tales of the Abyss

Tagged by: @pxndxrasbox and @zdravstvuysclntse !

Tagging: @boisterousfifty, @oldshipmate, @damnprussia, @lilyintheashes, @oldglvry, @anastcsie, @ardensfides !

[hhemeraa-a]

@pxndxrasbox liked for a starter (Vicky & Troy)

         The moment Troy sees Victoria walk into the bar does his face light up in desperate panic. Eyes motioning for her to come near and the closer she gets, the more obvious it is that he isn’t there alone. While the other guest isn’t there, stoic features plead with the red head to stay and unused voice rumbles a whisper as he leans near so she can hear. “This... woman won’t leave me alone and I could use your help right now...” It definitely wasn’t a matter of Troy not being able to handle a situation himself, but the fact that whoever this stranger was that had latched onto him, thought he was someone else entirely and was making a rather large fuss every time he tried to escape. Being the polite thing he is, he was trapped by his own social obligation. Large hands clasp over hers dramatically and he uses every fiber of his being to puppy dog eye her as best he could, “please--”

[ncumenia-archived]

|| @pxndxrasbox sent:

"Have you considered my offer, little lunar child ?" Dark eyes peered down at the girl from where he sat, shards of rock floating past his pale face [The Outsider] ||

It was him. Once again. Those saturnine visions about him hadn’t stopped yet, and now he had returned, his pitch dark eyes piercing her soul, examining every single detail that belonged to her bloody, sorrowful memories. Had she thought about his offer? If she had to be honest, the answer would be “no”.  However, now that he was here, she couldn’t escape and pretend nothing happened.

«... I haven’t, to be fair. Mayhaps because I need more information about it, what you truly offer me... And its price. Some people say that “curiosity killed the cat”, but it’s always better bringing a torch with yourself than taking a dark path without it.»

[legacydefined]

@pxndxrasbox​ asked:  No, that was totally not a root that suddenly rose on its own and smacked the warlock on the arse. And that was totally not a smile on Victoria's face.

   AND THAT TOTALLY isn’t a yelp that comes from him, his hands dropping to rub at the sore spot blooming across that sensitive skin. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” he asked, turning to face her. There’s a playful smirk on his face, though. He’s hardly going to be mad about her messing around, especially when it helps his maudlin mood.

   RAISING HIS HANDS before himself, gold rushes across his eyes. The air around his fingers cool and condenses; in just moments, he has a fully formed snowball, which he promptly throws at her face, bursting in a brilliant blast of fluffy white snow. “Take that!”

[karalieva]

@sokrovennyi @pxndxrasbox @amy’s spirit // the most important headcanon

[argoetia]

h OLY FUCK HAVE I FOUND MY MACADAMIA SQ UA D