#thayet

[morphmaker]

Song of the Lioness No. 12: Faithful the Cat

[idreamtiflew]

More POTS era (give or take) Tortall characters par moi using the Artbreeder software :) 

Queen Thayet of Conte

King Jonathan of Conte

Buriram Tourakom

Raoul of Goldenlake

Wyldon of Cavall 

Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Olau

George Cooper of Pirate’s Swoop

Myles of Olau

Numair Salmalin

Veralidaine Sarrasri 

[lttleblujay]

Thayet: So you don’t think I can fight bandits because I’m a woman?

Jon: No, I don’t think you can fight bandits because right now you’re in a wedding dress. For what it’s worth, I don’t think Raoul could fight in that dress either.

Raoul: Maybe not, but I would make a radiant bride.

[grapefruittwostep]

Thayet the Peerless. Very ballsey of Tammy to be like “the queen is incredibly hot, a total badass, and also very cool and likable” and we all just agreed

[incorrect-tortall-quotes]

Thayet & Jon's wedding rehearsal

Thayet: Does anybody here object to this marriage?

Alanna: Yes, it is a terrible idea!

Buri: Of course we do!

Gary: How could we not?

Thayet: Overruled. Jon?

Jon: Mhm?

Thayet: Do you want me to be your wife?

Jon: Yeah.

Thayet: I want you to be my husband.

Jon: Tight!

[aerinthefish]

Tortall characters that could step on me: a list by a lonely lesbian with an obsession with warrior women

1. Keladry

i have a thing for tall women and while I know Kel wouldn’t step on me (shes too kind), I would let her

2. Aly

fit, sassy, magical, intelligent? This girl had it all. She could strangle me and I’d thank her.

3. Thayet

do I need a reason? She’s hot as fuck

4. Beka

strong and sexy.

5. Alanna

she’s so far down on the list cause she’s short. Sorry babe

6. Daine

too innocent but I do love her

7. Everyone else

[goodgrammaritan]

"The queen said if Raoul was going to squall like an infant cheated of a sweet he could go to his room."

-Cleon of Kennan, Squire by Tamora Pierce

[tamorapierce]

A Royal’s Poem

In the monstrous quiet of the deadened street

The bones of the earth

Stir beneath my feet.

Sometimes they wake,

Sometimes they sleep,

In the monstrous silence of the deadened street.

People turn and do not greet

In the raging silence

Of the deadened street.

I hasten by, on sneaker feet,In the unearthly quiet of this deadened street.

The lights linger on,

But few are home.

They left for safer parts unknown. 

Except it followed them

On tiny feet..

..as they fled the quiet 

Of the deadened street.

-- A poem by ‘Thayet’ 

Written by my dear friend who inspired her.