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@islde
wise isolde / fair isolde, she shines out like the dawn!
not a promo. private writing blog for isolde; headcanon based. currently reading & referencing “tristan” by gottfried von straßburg. written by róisín. affiliated with @trista-n. information, lore & rules to be added.
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it's rotten work. especially to me especially if it's you. I'll fucking do it but christ alive.
hi :3 i’m so overloaded by work i haven’t been here but figured i’d say a little hullo and ALSO drop a bit of info about isolde in terms of the verses i want to explore - me and jack have chatted a lot abt a modern verse and so that will most certainly be present, is very slice-of-life style and happier generally, i’ll see if i can get modern au stuff together for things like st etc. - other than THAT my other favorite verse i want to explore is an alternate version of canon in which Tristan does indeed die but isolde doesn’t follow suit; details to be sorted but she does run off, taking many of Tristan’s things, and with what (albeit little and basic) he taught her she essentially takes up knighthood in his place (unofficially… loosely!) — this is a wip but very much an easy sort of traveling all over, do-gooder and accidental adventurer
* GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019) PROMPTS ,
everybody dies sooner or later. don’t worry about your death.
hard truths cut both ways.
everything’s better with some wine in the belly.
you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.
someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.
it’s better to be cruel than weak.
nothing fucks you harder than time.
money buys a man’s silence for a time, a bolt in the heart buys it forever.
take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.
if you only trust the people you grew up with, you won’t make many allies.
nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.
sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.
you were the brother I chose.
the people are hungry for more than just food, they crave distractions.
never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
today is not the day i die.
nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. nothing is just nothing.
only death may pay for life.
trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
no one walks away from me.
an unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.
i've never slept with a knight before.
everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.
trouble is the perfect time for training.
i think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave.
even the bravest men fear death.
far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. doesn’t seem right.
men never crave what they already have.
if they don’t know who you are or what you want, they can’t know what you plan to do next.
you’re not a monster, i know this.
if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
marriage changes people.
sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.
death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.
what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love?
death by fire is the purest death.
the next time you fail me will be the last time you fail me.
the more people you love, the weaker you are: you’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do.
i will not become a page in someone else’s history book.
look around you, we’re all liars here.
it doesn’t matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.
remember what you are and what you are not.
it’s the family name that lives on. that’s all that lives on. not your personal glory, not your honour, but family.
what we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.
there are always lessons in failures.
what is dead may never die.
it’s hard to put a leash on a dog once you’ve put a crown on its head.
a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.
it’s not easy being drunk all the time. everyone would do it, if it were easy.
always keep your foes confused.
loyal service means telling hard truths.
we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. honour comes easy then.
a man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
the gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.
the world is built by killers.
sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.
most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.
tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.
a man without friends is a man without power.
what sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.
a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.
an apology doesn’t mean anything if you’re not looking the person in the eye.
i believe in second chances, i don’t believe in third chances.
dead rats don’t squeak.
it’s not an easy thing admitting to yourself what you really are.
you’re just a soldier, aren’t you? you take your orders and you carry on.
we don’t get to choose who we love.
nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.
there’s so much good in all of us, the best we can do is to help each other bring it out.
it takes courage to admit fear.
next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face.
only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out.
wars teach people to obey the sword, not the gods.
so many men, they risk so little. they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die.
what good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?
there are no men like me. only me.
no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.
perhaps we’ve grown so used to horror we assume there’s no other way.
no one can survive in this world without help. no one.
of all the ways I’d kill you, poison would be the last.
we all fail sometimes.
a day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth; and you will know the debt is paid.
a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.
a man with no motive is a man no one suspects.
show too much kindness, people won’t fear you; if they don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.
it is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.
the gods love to reward a fool.
if you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.
i don’t want to be most of us.
they can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.
some day i’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.
if I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.
𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊 / 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦, she shines out like the dawn!
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myrdins . . . ♥
islde: ‘ what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love ? ’
merlin studies the young princess intently, brown eyebrows arched, a deep frown across lined features. isolde’s question is particularly difficult. one he’s asked himself time and time again, after foreseeing visions of wicked days to come. one without a satisfying answer. a heavy sigh escapes him, and the wizard merely nods, conveying understanding the best way he can.
❛ that’s quite the conundrum, isn’t it, my lady ? ❜ he begins slowly, quietly, respectfully. trepidation nestles its way into his heart. ❛ i know the feeling, you know. tried to figure out what to do about this issue once myself. ❜ he doesn’t elaborate, soon falling into a somber silence. merlin shakes his head. ❛ now, what exactly is troubling you ? perhaps i can help you find an answer. ❜
❝ Certainly is. ❞ Words float out like a secret admitted accidentally, a little silly and self-admonishing, loosely uttered with the intent to be disbelieved. Willfully misunderstood, as if to hide the burden of wanting that lingers behind her speech. Wanting for something as selfish as revenge; a petty and controllable sentiment. She’d stifle it with ease, particularly under the watchful gaze of Merlin, whose frowning gaze was in turn misinterpreted by Isolde. With an air of embarrassment, her own stare flickered downwards, and uneasily she ran her fingers along the fabric of her dress. ❝ Conundrum makes it sound tame, in fact. ❞
A beat passes as she considers her answer; what’s troubling her is a mess of horrifyingly miserable personal choices, all of which she feels suddenly self conscious about sharing. Perhaps to blame is a last ditch effort at self preservation, or the preservation of Tristan (and very honestly, very likely, it’s the latter). Avoidant, overly casual, she continues, ❝ Any lady’s troubles, I suppose. You might be able to take your pick. ❞ A lie, of course, and perhaps a terribly obvious one. Her trouble is nothing so generic; it’s a personally tailored prison of the heart! Goodness, how silly it was; she could swoon at the thought.
She nearly goes on to ask, in part to change the subject and in greater part to find a real answer, what he’d done, in the end. Whether he’d solved the issue for himself at all. But she stays her tongue in respect of his silence. ❝ How can a woman protect the man she loves? ❞ Vague enough. Transparent, still, to the right ear, but vague enough. ❝ A lady’s troubles being, of course, she can’t. She can only watch it happen. ❞
* GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019) PROMPTS ,
everybody dies sooner or later. don’t worry about your death.
hard truths cut both ways.
everything’s better with some wine in the belly.
you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.
someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.
it’s better to be cruel than weak.
nothing fucks you harder than time.
money buys a man’s silence for a time, a bolt in the heart buys it forever.
take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.
if you only trust the people you grew up with, you won’t make many allies.
nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.
sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.
you were the brother I chose.
the people are hungry for more than just food, they crave distractions.
never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
today is not the day i die.
nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. nothing is just nothing.
only death may pay for life.
trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
no one walks away from me.
an unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.
i've never slept with a knight before.
everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.
trouble is the perfect time for training.
i think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave.
even the bravest men fear death.
far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. doesn’t seem right.
men never crave what they already have.
if they don’t know who you are or what you want, they can’t know what you plan to do next.
you’re not a monster, i know this.
if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
marriage changes people.
sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.
death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.
what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love?
death by fire is the purest death.
the next time you fail me will be the last time you fail me.
the more people you love, the weaker you are: you’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do.
i will not become a page in someone else’s history book.
look around you, we’re all liars here.
it doesn’t matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.
remember what you are and what you are not.
it’s the family name that lives on. that’s all that lives on. not your personal glory, not your honour, but family.
what we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.
there are always lessons in failures.
what is dead may never die.
it’s hard to put a leash on a dog once you’ve put a crown on its head.
a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.
it’s not easy being drunk all the time. everyone would do it, if it were easy.
always keep your foes confused.
loyal service means telling hard truths.
we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. honour comes easy then.
a man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
the gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.
the world is built by killers.
sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.
most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.
tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.
a man without friends is a man without power.
what sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.
a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.
an apology doesn’t mean anything if you’re not looking the person in the eye.
i believe in second chances, i don’t believe in third chances.
dead rats don’t squeak.
it’s not an easy thing admitting to yourself what you really are.
you’re just a soldier, aren’t you? you take your orders and you carry on.
we don’t get to choose who we love.
nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.
there’s so much good in all of us, the best we can do is to help each other bring it out.
it takes courage to admit fear.
next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face.
only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out.
wars teach people to obey the sword, not the gods.
so many men, they risk so little. they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die.
what good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?
there are no men like me. only me.
no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.
perhaps we’ve grown so used to horror we assume there’s no other way.
no one can survive in this world without help. no one.
of all the ways I’d kill you, poison would be the last.
we all fail sometimes.
a day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth; and you will know the debt is paid.
a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.
a man with no motive is a man no one suspects.
show too much kindness, people won’t fear you; if they don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.
it is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.
the gods love to reward a fool.
if you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.
i don’t want to be most of us.
they can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.
some day i’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.
if I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.
let's go to ikea and LIVE in there
can i have top bunk please :)
no but we can share top bunks next to each other so we can be on equal footing i will live on top of mount tristan.
what if we stacked up two bunk beds to make the highest bunk bed known to man
let's go to ikea and LIVE in there
can i have top bunk please :)
no bitches?
the things i would say to you right now would be very frowned upon in the marketplace of ideas
and thus my words are marked true
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If it provides the Witan with the reassurance it requires, I will swear an oath that as long as I am Lady of Mercia, I will remain chaste. This is not something that I do lightly, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make for Mercia.
endless list of favorite characters ♡ Æthelflæd
𝓣here is a general atmosphere of adoration, filling every corner of the court, surrounding the young and timid Isolde in an airy embrace. It ought to, by nature, make the girl feel a little relieved – as it is, no bad man is adored in such a sincere way; logic works overtime to prevail, but with little success. A worrisome mind twists and distorts the situation, an echo making rounds in her mind: A GOOD MAN IS A GOOD MAN BY WHAT STANDARD? Her father is a good man, and yet she stands here like a pawn for use by a kingdom. Her future husband is said to be a good man, and yet what horror would await should she ask him, however kindly, to let her marry the man she loves? A good man is a good man by an unknown authority, one which certainly does not align with her aim.
And even if he should be good, in an honest sense, a real sense, the notion of good men and saints alike have always made Isolde’s stomach turn to moths. A grandiose man to meet, much larger than herself, well-adored and loved . . . she’d be a fish out of water, dropped on the edge of a great big pond, wiggling against the pebbles and scraping itself helplessly. She could only imagine, at this moment, making a fool of herself at best, and letting heartache get the best of her at worst. Would it be a scandal, she wondered, to allow herself a few cautious tears? Would it be taken as an affront, some egregious insult of a man, a king, she knew so little, personally, of? Only that he is a good man, Isolde. Stand with your shoulders straight and chin high, a leanbh.
Rationalize as she might, only cold envelops her, and she feels the strangest, most foreign discomfort, and a dryness in her throat –– a longing to be back home, if not with the man she loved. Her thoughts consume her so completely that she finds herself a beat late in standing for the arrival of King Arthur; a face obscured by a scattering of taller members of the crowd who had stood on the other side of the table, all of which slowly and haphazardly begin to disperse, allowing Isolde a chance to see. The avoidance of her gaze, of course, is still immediate. Even unobscured, she finds herself terrified to finally meet the eyes of 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗. Instantly, nervously, she dips into a delicate, honorable bow, nearly in unison with the rest of the court. It’s then that she finally allows herself to glance towards him, a doe-eyed expression worn as a silly, haunting thing –– with it, in time, a smile.
@kinsword
mahmoud darwish // emily brontë // qays (majnun) // amatullah bourdon // franz kafka // attar of nishapur // myrto apostolidou
La Bête (1975) dir. Walerian Borowczyk
the very loose concept of isolde’s mother being versed in the art of apothecary + some magic is lovely and the sort of mundane nature of magic existing casually in their household will be something i’ll have fun with!
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trista-n . . . ♥
❛ Lovely, is it not ? I tend to find myself over here when I have a few spare moments … just to relieve any fears and anguish. Look over here, Isolde, ❜ Tristan requests, the two of them hovering over the shore of the pond. The sounds of the leaves rustling in the wind and the birds chirping provided a more tranquil atmosphere, something different than the shores of Ireland that Isolde seemed to be a bit more familiar with.
❛ Look how the waters ripple when something so much as a stone gets thrown into it. ❜ Grabbing a small one from beside them, Tristan gives a light toss, watching their reflections wade apart … and then slowly come back together.
❛ And how it returns. Can’t you see it, Isolde ? In my time, it’s the smaller things, like this, that make me feel as calm as the ripples of the shore. ❜ He can’t help but break his gaze from their reflections and stand up to look at her — radiant, amazing, just as the shores of the pond. ❛ What do you think ? ❜
@islde,
❝ Hm, ❞ is her only answer as he begins to explain, though she hangs to every word he offers. By now this is an art she’s perfected, hearing him. She could be a million miles from him and still hear his voice, she thinks. It barely took any practice at all.
Her gaze holds with a meticulous bout of focus on the still water of the pond; it crosses her mind the fresh chill it would provide, to set a single foot past the mossy edge. It does in fact call to mind melancholic recollections of the Irish coasts, albeit more calm than she could ever recall the shore allowing. As a child, she’d always tempted the cruel fate of the sea with daring steps towards the water, much to the dismay of her caretakers. The memory folds in on itself, a breezy flow of smiles and sandy gowns. She hadn’t thought she’d feel that unfiltered joy again.
Smile is instant as the stone hits the water, and she throws her gaze to Tristan, lips curved lovingly and a sweet crinkle to her gaze. ❝ I do see it. ❞ As his gaze is lifted to meet hers, she shies, without quite recognizing the action. ❝ Is this the sort of meditation you endeavor on often? Much less the brute sir knight... a 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 sort? ❞ It’s playful, the question, lingering in the pleasant air with no weight to it at all, only a gentle prodding.
MILLIE BRADY as Aethelflaed of Mercia THE LAST KINGDOM (2015 — )
