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@motleyd
⋆˚࿔ a private + independent blog for 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩 from robin hobb's ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ! ... based primarily in the farseer / liveship traders / tawny man trilogies [ written by kait, 21 +, any pronouns ] ☆ click here !
the white prophet claimed that he had seen not just the future, but many possible futures, and most of them were dreadfully similar. but in a very few cases, there was a shining difference, and that difference lead to a realm of new possibilities!
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oh hey guys
@motleyd :>
YOU MOW DOWN MEN LIKE ELDER - STEMS, and you leave women sighing for one last sight of you; but they do you wrong ... you are a man of mist, and have no shadow. god save you, lancelot! if i laugh at you, i laugh in envy and admiration.
private + selective LANCELOT DU LAC from arthurian legend, with inspiration taken from a variety of sources ... as adapted by kait ( 21 +, any pronouns ! ) est. 2023
plan is to be here this weekend + maybe get my lancelot blog back in working order
@joyuex
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oh dear. it seems amber is not immune to the ugly hat plague going around lately. Nan has attempted...to sew..... It went about as well as you can imagine, but she made it for Amber anyway
there is something almost endearing about it, as rumpled as it is — little more than a sorry mess of loose edges and frills, held together by the hastiest of stitches. amber examines it with loving hands, carefully twisting ribbons into place and smoothing out loose threads before setting it atop her head with a gleeful flourish. "well! it is something, to say the least. what turned hat-making into your newest fancy?"
@sanguinisa
` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -
01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
would you let him come in ur house and tell you riddles
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there is gold in the sky
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His eyes follow the lines of the carving, so fine it seems less like a carving than an unveiling of the wood’s truest nature. The shape hidden underneath, coaxed open like a blossoming flower to his expert touch.
Something that Starling told him is brought to mind— The Fool brought toys like these to Nettle. He’s not sure on the how, but it’s a warming thought nonetheless, that his daughter gets to have such beautiful things. He never had toys growing up, it wasn’t a childhood that warranted any. It wasn’t much of a childhood at all, really.
But the figure of the old Fool makes that same feeling of nostalgia flutter in his chest. And he can’t help to think warmly of what once was.
“Like night and day, to be honest,” his eyes flicker from the pale wooden likeness to the golden eyes staring at him. And he can still see it, the fresh spring of boyhood that has somehow flickered back to life in the past few days. A fire timidly kindling anew. “Still the same somehow.”
even now he marvels at fitz's simple sincerity, that quiet goodness untouched by time. a part of him longs to bask in its glow, to allow himself to become undone by the pleasure of friendship and booze — but even in his hazy state he knows the danger behind that desire. instead, he stretches, drawing himself up and trading his newborn bauble for their half - drunk bottle of brandy. with steady hands, he pours himself another glass, pausing only to shift it to safety before pouring one for fitz as well. that done, he smiles, raising his glass high in imitation of some long - forgotten toast: "to us, changed as we may be!"
he downs it in one, shuddering only slightly at the taste. "and a belated toast to chade for the sandsedge brandy. i wait in horror for the day the last bottle is drained and we have to resort to whatever horrors await us in your stores. i will have to be sure to depart long before that day arrives." spoken with mocking sigh and the foppish shrug of his shoulders, "i have always had a longing for the finer things, you know."
"it is a fool's errand." their verdict falls not with damnation, but with simple distaste. they stand before him with shoulders squared and lips pursed tight, the very picture of a parent before their willful child … though fëanor is more than a man grown, and beloved is hardly his mother. "your cause is true, but your way is bloody beyond righteousness. you must turn back before it is too late."
⋆˚࿔ @stelegy ( fëanor )
amber sits cat - curled and comfortable, cradling a steaming cup of tea in one hand as her other deftly pours a second, offering it with the slightest upturn of her outstreached palm. "you are welcome to stay the night if you would like, though i cannot offer you the comfort of a bed." she sighs with her words, punctuating them a solemn roll of her shoulders, a rememberance her own sleepless nights. "still, i have a door that can lock, and that is more than you will find on the road."
⋆˚࿔ @saintsdawn
"for sale: the services of one young fool! pass this up, and a fool yourself shall be! for sale! for sale!" he is quite the sight, his arms spread wide as he displays himself in all his motleyed finery, turning in a rhythmic dance from table to table. here, he slows, he considers, he moves away. there, he greets a jeering courtesan with one loud raspberry. and at last, he stops — swinging his scepter with the finality of a judge until it's tip rests mere meters away from ardbert's nose. "how much will you pay? more than most, i'd imagine, should you met my services pass you by. i see something in you, though i have yet to find out what."
⋆˚࿔ @heroeslot
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"she is beautiful beyond imagining." high above, ozgog circles, a mere speck against the clouds, though more than enough to set their heart racing. with one raised hand they trace her flight, her movement more graceful than any dance. "to fly like that — to us it would seem like something from a dream, though to her i'm sure it feels as natural as breathing."
⋆˚࿔ @ozgog
in the shifting morning light, amber sits as one ware amongst many: the form of a woman carved from brilliant honey - wood, brought to life by the mere breath of change. with gentle hands she carves, surrounding herself with tiny spirals of pale bark, a leaf - litter of creation. her movements only still when she hears the soft chime of her shop door's bell. she rises with work in hand, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she greats her customer in her usual contralto purr: "i was not expecting anyone this early. please, come in and make yourself at home. i hope you will find what you are looking for."
⋆˚࿔ @prophetyse
