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Acquired Stardust
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⠀⠀BAELOR :: "BREAKSPEAR"
TARGERYAN
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⠀⠀MAEKAR :: "THE ANVIL" TARGERYAN
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"⠀ xxx "
DO NOT SEPERATE
Not writing this yet cuz SPOILERS for A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
⠀⠀⠀B A E L O R 'BREAKSPEAR' TARGERYAN: A STUDY in xxxx
⠀⠀⠀M A E K A R 'THE ANVIL' TARGERYAN: A STUDY in xxx
gives my daughter a comforting business handshake
i miss you crazy old bitch...

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so funny how their relationship is just shooting each other hateful looks from across the room over and over
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
1.04 king of the narrow sea
Ingram, John Henry, Flora Symbolica: The language and sentiment of flowers, (London: 1869).
I am like this.
younger Shadow Druid Drow Faun

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Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑺 𝑷𝑨𝑮𝑬
Browser only. as I was informed that my muse page does not work, I made a new one. This now includes all info, verses, aesthetic, pics, the tag for the char, the triggers, and I can update it with whatever <3
Brogan Pinterest
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I think Ratchet was always going to die like that (LL #25) and I think he knew from the start.
Ratchet dying from a condition he can’t fix is just a really interesting concept on its own. Add in the assumption that his condition was caused by overworking himself for millions of years and it’s even better. Maybe it’s something that started showing signs near the end of the war. Something that he ignored until it ended, until it was too late.
If his hands failing were the only issue then there would’ve been no need to continue searching for a replacement after Delphi. Ratchet retiring for any reason other than being physically incapable of doing it doesn’t particularly fit his character. Knowing you have a terminal illness would be a great reason to continue searching. It would also explain why he was seemingly repairing his/Pharma’s hands only a couple years after getting them.
While Ratchet is usually calm, cool, and collected his reaction to suddenly graying out is very chill. It’s the reaction of someone who’s already accepted their death. Not in an abstract “we all die eventually” way but in a very intimate impending doom way. Could also be applied to his behavior at Delphi but most of that is just the good ol’ Ratchet charm.
Reading through mtmte and LL through this lens makes some of the scenes his different

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 1. the art of touch ) Set the stage for longing glances, lingering touches, and the quiet tension of unspoken words. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: soft, slow burn & a touch of angst
✧ › SOFT & FLUFFY .
My muse tucks a loose strand of hair behind your muse’s ear, their fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
My muse falls asleep on your muse’s shoulder during a long ride.
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note.
My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.
My muse gently wipes away a tear from your muse’s cheek, their touch tender and careful.
My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds.
✧ › TENSION & SLOW BURN .
My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.
My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear.
My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.
My muse challenges your muse to a bet, knowing exactly what they’ll ask for if they win.
My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it.
✧ › ANGST & EMOTIONAL .
My muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.
My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken.
My muse gently cups your muse’s face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.
My muse lets your muse go, even though it’s the last thing they want to do.
✧ › TEASING .
My muse corners your muse against a wall, a smirk playing on their lips.
My muse whispers something in your muse’s ear that makes them blush.
My muse pulls your muse onto their lap with zero warning.
My muse playfully steals a bite of your muse’s food, then grins as they lock eyes.
My muse deliberately leans in closer just to see your muse’s reaction.
My muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional.
❛ my purpose stands unchanged. ❜ // @ any bg3 / fantasy muse! I tried to open the muse page but it wasn't working ;w; <3
⠀ ⠀-- {{ @halsins }}
⠀ ⠀THE TREES WHISPERED IN A LANGUAGE OLDER THAN PRAYER.
⠀ ⠀Faun stood with her back to the rising wind that sweeps through the glade, arms bare to the storm, the silver of her pauldron catching flashes of fading daylight through the trees. The wind of the journey up the mountain side to the cold fir forests had half undone her braids. Freckles bloomed across her cheeks like sunlit spores.
⠀ ⠀" All I know of my purpose is: to have faith. And then the world falls apart in its own poison. "
⠀ ⠀Halsin stood across from her, back dappled with golden light, sun-burnished and scarred. The wild knows its kin. And she reacts with the mouth set in habitual discontent, with the twitch of the corner of her mouth. Her purpose is guessed at the best of moments. The oaths she spoke in the past.
⠀⠀ I was given duties and silence. Wild guesses at what dead order to serve. But duty doesn’t absolve the soil it walks on. It baffles me that you know how to till it so it can still bear fruit. "