#tanriisal

[vaedar]

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

░▒▌╳▐ ᴅʀᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ

         ❝ The first time I rode Azaes, I wasnine—Or at least, I tried to. We’re not supposed to just try tomount them without the aid of a dragon horn or the whips, withoutbeing strapped to them until the dragon grows used to us. But Iwanted to ride him, I was old enough. Azaes wasn’t happy though andwith his size, it was an easy thing to shake me off him but I kept ontrying until eventually I took off on his back—and then I fell fromhigh up. I was bloodied and bruised, and I think I even lostconsciousness, I don’t remember when mother found me. But I rememberthe way Azaes whined, as if he was in pain, ❞ Vaedar’s voicelowers, his gaze lost in the memory. ❝ It was the first time I’veever heard that sound from him, like he was weeping and I swear Icould feel remorse. ❞ A huff of air leaves his nostrils, shakinghis head before a smile adorns his features.

         ❝ Then I felt like an idiot because, nowonder he wouldn’t let me ride him. He was so much like me—would Ilet anyone just mount and order me like a slave? Dragons are noslaves, he’s my closest companion and I had to treat him as such. Idecided not to force it again, that I’d just need to be patient but Iremember so well after I recovered, how Azaes lowered and lay hiswing on the ground so that I could climb on his back. ❞ His smilewidened even more, a particular and unique glint in his violet eyes.

         ❝ That was the first time I flew onhim…I was a natural after several more falls and crashes, that is.❞

[amidalc]

@tanriisal​

                                                  “   i have vanilla vodka,         &&   ice cream   ——   maliban kung ikaw ay masyadong abala   (   UNLESS    YOU'RE   TOO   BUSY   ).  “              fake smile spreads on her face as   SHE   TRIES   to keep a sense of composure   ——   as if everything were okay.             “   i’m so sorry for just   TURNING   UP   like this   ——   i just need a girl’s night in.   “

[killthebxy-archive]

@tanriisal // cont.’d

          ironically, the words don’t even apply --- because Jon is always silent while he eats, and he’s never touched a girl in such LEWD ways --- therefore, he has no way of truly knowing what it is supposed to be like. and yet, isn’t that what wine is about? making one feel bold, brave, clever; entitled, even. without his awareness, the words simply spill past his lips and come out before he can spare them a second thought of consideration, mostly accompanied by carefree laughter.

‘ no worries m’lord --- i can ‘andle my wine! ‘

          which clearly isn’t the case, given the cherry pink flush taking his usually paler features && the hazy glow swimming about his dark grey hues, but of course he won’t say anything else. for the night is of CELEBRATION, and celebration belongs to him and his deeds --- a feast for his accomplishments as a skilled warrior, a feast to praise him for being the best. which he knows he isn’t, usually a very humble and level-headed boy, but such TEMPERANCE is far from him, at the moment. 

          that’s why, the moment his mother reaches for the cup in his hand and plucks it away, his full lips are quick to curve into A POUT. everything is going so well and everyone is enjoying themselves, must she really put a stop to it so early? granted, he must also admit that so much drinking has him already starting to feel sleepy as well, but it’s nothing he cannot deal with. it’s nothing to be compared to his great mood. sill, he does not complain ---knowing better than to DISPUTE his mother’s decisions, even in his current drunken state--- and accepts the new goblet with water, smiling widely at her words. 

           ‘ s’all thanks t’ you... the best mother in the whole, big world! most beautiful too, you’ve no idea how many o’ my friends i ‘ave to threaten t’ beat up for starin’ at you... ‘

[foughthonorably-blog]

              RHAEGAR WAS QUITE SURPRISED  when he heard there was a new student to his music class ,         there weren’t many kids how wanted to learn the sense of music ,         at least NOT CLASSIC .        that was what rhaegar teached in free times .        he waited for awhile ,         he was used to wait when it came to this lessons .        he sat on a chair in front of the large piano that sat on the middle of the class room && with his hands he plaid a song for himself while he waited .           the sound of a door opening did not stopped the man he kept playing his own song while whoever came inside that room took their time to settle themselves .

                   ❛   you are late.   ❜    //  @tanriisal

[krcnprinz]

╳ ── @tanriisal : closed starter!

           Rudolf had never been fond of attending the balls the Emperor hosted, but as the Crown Prince of Austria, he didn’t exactly have a choice. When his father told him to be there, he was there, usually with his wife Stéphanie by his side, no matter how unhappy that made him. The only good that he saw in these nights was that every now and then, he met people who were in one way or another interesting to him; either a young lady who was desperate to share his bed, or a man with somewhat interesting political opinions. He was desperate for contact to other people while at the same time disdaining everyone he happened to meet at these balls. The nobility of Europe had proved to be stupid as a whole, with just the occasional exception whom he rarely ever met.

           This night as well had been terribly boring to him up until now, and he left his wife with a meaningless excuse, a few mumbled words which Stéphanie most likely hadn’t even heard properly. It did not matter, though, and Rudolf slowly made his way through the crowd of people, offering a few of them small smiles ── not all of them honest ── as he was trying to decide who seemed to be worth his time.

           After a few minutes, he spotted a woman whom he had been introduced to earlier that night. He hadn’t heard much about the Empress, but that already was a good reason for him to approach her and find out himself. Rudolf made his way over to where she was standing rather quickly, as he did not wish to be disturbed by anyone.

           ❝ Your majesty, ❞ he greeted her, a small, charming smirk playing around the corners of his lips. No matter how sick, how depressed he was, Rudolf would never forget to be the charming prince he had been taught to be. ❝ I hope you are enjoying the evening. ❞

[princessorganc-archived-blog]

@tanriisal

                       “ ngunit ina (   BUT MUM   ),           i have to BORROW these boots,                        nothing else goes with  THIS OUTFIT        ——        PLEASE ??? “

[sunofdorne]

meta: fashion

modern verse : in modern verse Elia likes to be cosy, and she kept the habit of hiding how skinny she is by wearing oversized stuff. Her favourite thing to wear are big sweater dresses with leggings / or in winter, wool tights. In summer it’s mostly tshirts and shorts. She never wears heels obviously because she can’t walk in them tbh. She mostly wear neutral colors like greys and beiges. 

Otherwise in main verse she often wears her Martell colors in dresses more suitable to King’s Landing style, but with dornish influences. She’s very feminine and even in Dorne, doesn’t really go with the more androgynous fashions of Sunspear -- however there IS one thing in the North that she never wears, and those are corsets. How about no. They restrict her breathing too much anyway, it’s kind of dangerous for her -- she only wore one at her wedding because she had to and then she was kind of done with this.

She does wear Targaryen colors from time to time but she really does start going with them when she is an hostage to Aerys... She doesn’t want to be too loudly dornish in those times..

[sunskissed-a]

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