#vulpexitus

[zorkaya-moved]

@vulpexitus​

“Since when did this bar have ‘handsome’ on the menu? I’m pleasantly surprised. So aside from being handsome, what do you do for a living, sir?”

[storytell]

@vulpexitus​     /     pick a number 1-30. ( chance )

❛     i  don’t  like  this  .     ❜  many  might  find  it  relaxing  to  be  spared  from  the  madness  for  a  time  ,  but  you’re  one  of  the  few  who  finds  it  more  stressful  .  it’s  almost  easier  to  be  a  part  of  the  madness  or  be  involved  in  some  way  than  it  is  to  wait  for  the  next  something  that  stirs  everyone  up  .  

you  sigh  .

❛     part  of  me  wonders  if  there  isn’t  anything  goin’  on  somewhere  else  that  just  hasn’t  hit  us  yet  .     ❜  new  york  isn’t  the  center  of  the  universe  ,  after  all  ,  even  if  that's  hard  to  remember sometimes  .  you’re  no  solipist  like  claire  ,  but  to  some  degree  ,  it’s  difficult  to  imagine  a  world  away  from  here  .  ❛     although  i’m  not  sure  if  knowing  about  it  would  be  better  .     ❜

[ladyimaginarium]

@vulpexitus​ WHISPERED: 👀🔍 + ashara dayne?

There was nothing that Ashara Dayne loved more than the freedom of the ocean, the way the waves would lap at her feet and the ships that sailed across the water with their grand sails. One day, she’d wanted to sail across the Narrow Sea and sail to the Free Cities ... but she would have never attained that precious and beautiful dream.

When Rhaegar Targaryen crowned Lyanna Stark as the Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal, Ashara was there to comfort Elia Martell and afterward tried to convince Arthur to talk to Rhaegar about such a dishonorable act, and after a heated argument, he complied ... not that it exactly helped matters in the end.

Ashara was Elia’s closest confidant and her dearest friend and in fact it was Elia who would have to calm Ashara when the latter would protest against the other ladies of the court that the princess was weak and frail.

However, when Elia was bedridden in her illness and her pregnancies, it was Ashara who was there to aid her, draw her bath and give her breakfast in bed and was an incredibly strict lady in waiting to the other servants, as one mistake could have her princess’ reputation be in jeopardy, and that was something Dorne could not afford.

Whenever one would seek audience with Elia, it was Ashara who would escort and introduce them to her.

Ashara was the only one Elia trusted to have the keys to her chambers.

When her brother would begin his training as a squire, Ashara would practice swordsmanship with him, a common practice for the ladies of Dorne in the scenario where their house was under attack, and although she never had to use a blade against anyone unlike her heroic brother The Sword of the Morning, her skills were sharp as ever and would have gladly fought and died for Elia Martell had she been there when The Mountain had ravaged her and murdered her children.

Elia and her children’s deaths were one of the major catalysts in her suicide, feeling the overwhelming guilt of not having been able to protect them when she should have died with her lady.

When The Mad King began showing signs of madness, Arthur had begged her to return home to Dorne. When Ashara refused out of loyalty to Elia and her children, Arthur had Dayne forces escort her back to Starfall.

Ashara was a voracious reader and storyteller to the point where she’d constantly ask the castle’s maester if she could have a little library of her own in her chambers, and in fact, she and Elia Martell would often take turns in telling stories about the great warrior queen Nymeria to the young princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Every dawn, she, Arthur and Allyria would watch the ships sail across the waters on the Torrentine and the Summer Sea and make up stories about the reasons why they were sailing and what they would have to sell. Afterward, they would leave Starfall for the beaches, ride across the shores on Dornish sand steeds and make replicas of castles and fortresses in the sand and swim in the Summer Sea’s turquoise waters.

Ashara was an excellent painter and on her time away in the princess’ chambers, would paint portraits of the stars and their constellations on a canvas. Soon enough, it became a tradition for every child born to Rhaegar and Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon, Ashara would paint their rooms with Targaryen dragons, the Martell sun and the stars of Dayne.

She would often wear purple and violet silks, something that was incredibly rare for the time, as purple was a difficult color to obtain because of how expensive it was and wear purple flowers in her hair in the court of King’s Landing to match her haunting violet eyes.

send 👀🔍 and a minor / lesser known / loved / underrated / underappreciated character from a fandom and i’ll make headcanons and and maybe even a mini biography of that character !! remember that this is for minor characters ONLY, meaning this does not apply to main or major characters in a fandom or characters that get a lot of attention in a fandom !! || accepting.

[kyukicho]

SC | @vulpexitus​

          The broker took just enough time to finish his sip and allow himself the time to study his new ‘customer’. “Welcome, something tells me you aren’t looking for a pocket watch? What can a humble dealer do for you?”

[thislovelylady]

@vulpexitus

The Goddess could immediately sense two types of people when she arrived in a new world: those who needed her assistance and those that were immortal, like herself. This instinct was quite handy in most cases! It helped her find who she was looking for no matter the size of the world she appeared in.

However, it also often led her into trouble as well. Just like today.

Now, where are you...? She was especially excited when she sensed fellow immortals! Meeting those who experienced a life like her satisfied a sort of loneliness that others could not. So when that little indescribable feeling got a bit stronger in one direction, she quickly followed it through the alleyways and streets of this new, interesting city. And... it was... somewhere around... here!

She came to a stop in front of a little cafe. There were a few people sitting at tables and chairs there, minding their own business and dining on whatever it was they had ordered for lunch. Ah, now which one was it? 

She was about to approach each of the guests and ask them that very question, but all of a sudden, several of them stood up -- and faced one person in particular. And they were pointing guns at him! Oh dear. But was that her fellow immortal? She wasn’t sure just yet. (She wouldn’t be surprised, she got into a lot of trouble herself!)

Regardless, there was threat of violence! 

“Um, excuse me! I don’t think you should --” She hurried into the middle of the circle of armed people just as the man at the table looked up, and in that same moment, they all fired.

Did they notice an innocent bystander was going to get caught in the middle of it all? If they did, they didn’t seem to care so long as their target was executed as well. And there were so many bullets! The poor woman -- or what remained of her -- collapsed looking very much like bloody swiss cheese.

[10dreamt]

@vulpexitus     /     random muse starter call. ( lovecraft )

❛     ...  you  woke  me  up  ...     ❜

[storytell]

@vulpexitus​     /     page 3 starter call ( jacuzzi )

❛     i --  i’m  sorry  ,  mr .  gandor  ,  sir  ,  uh  ------     ❜  he  hasn’t  said  a  word  and  you’ve  already  started  apologizing  ,  because  you’re  a  little  scared  by  the  look  on  his  face  ,  and  you  know  you  didn’t  encounter  him  on  purpose  but  there  must  be  somethin’  you  did  that  he’s  lookin’  at  you  like  that  for  ,  and  you’re  just  sorry  ,  for  wasting  his  time  ,  probably  !!!   ❛     i’m  really  not  up  to  anything  over  here  ,  i  promise  !!  and  neither  is  anyone  else  with  me  ,  so  ,  please  don’t  do  anything  !!!     ❜

[storytell]

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