#bidefecht

[dionadaiiraaa]

Eden MacTavish sat alone in his bar on a pleasant afternoon. Sundays were his day to catch up on any house keep that needed to be done or to refurbish any broken stools and chairs from the night before. With this lot, it was a frequent necessity. Antsy recruits mixed with his variety of spirits would spell disaster for the barkeep hadn’t it not been for Josephine’s puissant hand in delegating the coin purse. Eden wanted for nothing, and he was quite content in the simple life he built at Skyhold. 

As he began making repairs to the bar, he had begun to sing. A traditional song of his beloved Starkhaven. The singing helped him in some trivial way in his work. 

While engrossed in his song, he hadn’t noticed that he had gained an audience. He pivoted to see Inquisitor Trevelyan standing in his threshold. He nearly jumped and stopped singing. 

“ Yer worship!” He greeted with a polite bow. “ Fergive me, ah dinna see ye there.” he said. “ Shall ah pour ye a drink?” he asked and motioned for her to sit. “ Yer up a wee bit early.” 

@bidefecht​ S.C. 

[storiedhistories]

@bidefecht​ liked this post for a starter!

Kratos knew better than to trust gods, perhaps especially when they presented themselves the way that this one did.  With gods like Zeus and Ares, they didn't try to hide what they were.  Someone like Athena, however, presented herself in one way, but if you crossed her....., she might handle that in a completely different manner than initially expected.  

Which is why he was very wary when the goddess approached him.  He had dealt with his fair share of gods in several pantheons, and none had given them any cause to rethink his position.  

"Either you do not know who I am or you are truly desperate to seek me out," he said, his voice a low rumble.  His axe was strapped to his back, with his blades within easy reach.  He had hoped that he would not have to deal with any more gods anytime soon, but his hopes hadn't been terribly high.  It just showed him that he had been correct once more.

[firehcart-archived]

@bidefecht​ asked :  Men die. It’s practically what they’re for. / from Lucrezia?

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 – attentions shifted to survey the golden haired woman before her even as a hand raises to comb through long curls before her. Unnecessary perhaps, she knows she can care for herself, but deceptions to be kept in place so firmly that prying eyes might not cast suspicions on her own identity. Were one to look a little closer, the scars would give her away ( let alone blades strapped to her thighs ) ; but her task here was clear and sole, to protect her employer’s sister as though it was her own life. It helps, she finds, that she quite enjoys her company, both women jaded in a world of men.

“Yes.”

Blunt, as the words leave her lips, and her fingertips release the last of those golden curls to let them smooth down for the night – her own braided back, kept from her features. Where the Pope’s daughter is dressed in fineries, the assassin’s own clothes are plain, forgettable, even her alias identity not plain enough. Here, she identifies as Lilian ( not Celaena, not Aelin ) ; here she will not be remembered.

A moment, as hues lock on the woman’s before her – and a hand lowers to squeeze her own, promise that she is safe, and she will not allow anything to happen to her.

“But we are not men.”

[silverflamcs]

@bidefecht   [ boop ]  for  mor  to  boop  nesta  on  the  nose

    eyes widen with surprise and shock. mor had always been outgoing, bubbly, and very affectionate towards her friends and family. those things were never directed toward nesta, however, understandably so. the two were never on friendly terms, though she believes the blonde had tried to upon their first meeting, when she made that comment about her dress. it wasn’t a compliment in nesta’s eyes at least, it had reminded her so much of the catty girls back in the human realm during the social season that nesta couldn’t hold her tongue. it got progressively worse from there, mor was always on her ass for how she treated cassian and made sure to stick close to his side when she was around. she made her feelings known back when she was sent to the house of wind to train with him; that nesta didn’t deserve a good person like him. as if someone had to tell her that like she didn’t already know.

    mor had disappeared for a while and returned with a new attitude towards nesta when she gave her dancing lessons; she had all but told her to call her mor instead of morrigan. nesta realized then it was an olive branch of sorts. it was a strange shift between them, no longer was there tension or snide comments toward one another. nesta wasn’t sure what changed, what mor saw in her now. it was strange that she never remarked on her and cassian’s relationship like she thought she would. she didn’t tell her she wasn’t deserving to be cassian’s mate when she had winnowed to her after finding out about the bond between them. the change was unexpected, she was glad for it, but she was curious about what changed her feelings towards her.

    blinking away her confusion, she looks towards mor, her head cocked slightly. “what was that for?”

[magicresteda]

❝   Last  time  I  got  punched  like  that   ─   I  told  Mel  Santa  wasn’t  real.   ❞

@bidefecht​   /   liked this for a starter !  ( for laura )

[msktfired]

@bidefecht​ asked:  “how long has it last been since you slept?” / from anne !

The Queen’s gentle concern always warms the Musketeer’s heart. She truly cares for her subjects and they care for her in equal abandon. The last few weeks have not been kind to him. Long missions and the stress of the time of year had led him to only sleep infrequently and never soundly. It would pass as it always did but he would not falter. Never again. “I must admit my rest has been sparse but I will not be unable to perform my duties. Your safety is paramount even over my own sleep, your Majesty.” He would not put her into harms way. War had trained him to fight and move with little sleep and Savoy had taught him the price of failure if sleep claimed him when the snow settled on French soil.

[nightsprince]

📂📂📂!

RANDOM HEADCANONS !

as a child, nyx was incredibly curious and already wanted to know his people. taking him on walks through the sidewalks of velaris would take hours, since he’d stop and greet every single person they passed, waving and smiling as they told him all about themselves. 

nyx has flown out of windows at the end of an argument for dramatic effect. yes, he has also worn a cape to make it look cooler.

as a boy, when he couldn’t sleep, feyre or rhysand would take nyx flying, rocking him beneath the stars. nyx does the same for his children.

[princguard-a]

“Repo! The Genetic Opera” sentence meme

Accepting @bidefecht​ said:  ❝ You could have died! You… you scared me to death! ❞  from mor?

At first, Lark didn’t hear a word Mor was saying. The thrumming in her ears was far too loud. It sang of Spring. She could hear the trees and flowers cry for their lost Highlord, but sang her name as the High Lady. 

Her skin prickled as if vines underneath her skin protruded under it. She was unguarded when the power came to her, and she looked around at the destroyed sparring ring--thorns of thickets and sharpened bamboo struck the ground, causing a cage of sorts. It was only when she heard Mor scream. Fortunately, no one else had gotten hurt--though startled. 

Her verdant gaze found Mor’s, her eyes were glassy with tears she didn’t realize that were falling. Her cheeks stung with cuts and bruises--dappled red with her blood. 

Was Mor safe? 

Lark didn’t speak, she just closed the gap between them, crossing the distance clumsily as she threw her arms around Mor’s middle and hid her face in her chest. The scent of her was already quelling her fear. She didn’t hurt her by accident. She trembled but held onto her as if her life depended on it. She let out the smallest of sobs--quiet and childish. 

“ Help me.” her voice was strained, cracked and full of sorrow. All she wanted to do was hide. Though, in Mor’s presence, the power of Spring seemed to loosen its grip on her and the vines began to subside. 

“ M-Mor.” she wept quietly. 

[firehcart-archived]

@bidefecht​ asked :  I have survived, but I have not been spared. / written by Clotho?? — deathless sentence meme / accepting.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 – seems to comprehend without question that the woman before her has not breathed a single word since her arrival here, the silence of these four walls overwhelming amidst the scent of old books, the only sound pages turning, or the rustling of fabric with every step. Queen of Terrasen is only here out of curiosity, to learn more about this foreign ally she has forged, in the weeks she has spent in a city so very far from her own home. Enjoyment of reading about the history here has formed some quiet companionship with the woman who seems always found in the shelves here.

A long moment, before Aelin brings her gaze up to watch that haunted set of hues before her ; suffering, is evident there, of a past she doesn’t dare to question. Book rests in her lap, and a hand comes up to gently brush the scarred fingertips before her, crushed and broken bones beneath flesh that may never heal. Her eyes linger not on long wielded wounds, and her voice softens as she murmurs.

“In my experience, survivors never are.”

[wtchteeth]

WHAT KIND OF “ I LOVE YOU ” ARE YOU ?    

i love you, i've always loved you, i will always love you : it's   commitment,   it's   devotion,   it   goes   often   without   saying,   but   is   felt   nonetheless.   it's   accepting   that   you   would   travel   to   hell   and   back   for   them   if   they   asked   and   knowing   that   they   would   do   the   same   for   you.   it's   an   old   ache,   long   after   they've   burrowed   deep   into   your   chest   and   settled   there   like   a   weight-   grounding,   an   anchor   point.   even   when   you're   apart,   you   can   still   feel   the   shape   of   them,   it's   like   phantom   pain.   neither   of   you   can   help   but   succumb   to   the   other's   gravity,   yet   neither   of   you   fear   the   collision.   it   means   that   you   trust   them,   that   they   make   you   feel   safe,   that   they   feel   like   home.

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[hghtwrs]

ALICENT HIGHTOWER  ;          from  hbo's  house  of  the  dragon.  currently  show  only.  semi-iconless.  18+  mutuals  preferred.

WRITTEN  BY  CHARLIE  ;          she  /  her  /  hers.  27.  gmt.  also found at ;  bidefecht .

CREDITS  ;          psd  is  from  plutocommissions.

RULES BELOW  ;

PORTRAYAL  ;          this blog is primarily based around the hbo series house of the dragon and it may stay that way for the foreseeable future. i have fire and blood but i read slow!

INTERACTIONS  ;          following means i am interested in writing with you! the best way to start something with me is through memes, and you are more than welcome to use them as starters and continue them as threads.

BLOCKING  ;          for the most part I really don't mind if you find you need to block me for any reason. Please feel free to do it if you need to for your own comfort! if we've been talking- or especially if we've been plotting- i'd like to ask for a quick message as to why. i've been blocked mid-conversation a couple of times and it triggers a lot of anxiety for me, particularly as someone with autism who may have missed certain cues. i wont kick up a fuss and i wont respond unless you want me to. i appreciate soft blocks if you break a mutual follow so that I don't accidentally send memes/asks/ims you might not want to see.

THEMES  ;          this blog may discuss themes that are considered unpleasant or triggering due to the nature of the source material. 

WRITER  ;          my name is charlie ( she / her ) , 27 , gmt. i'm lgbt and neurodivergent. you will always have a safe space with me. i have physical and mental conditions that can impact my ability to write, and I appreciate your understanding during flares. despite this i am very friendly and open to chatting, and my discord is available to mutuals. please don't hesitate to drop me a message, and if i don't respond for a while, nudge me, the brain fog might've caught up with me ♥

[aljueran]

#ALJUERAN.     is  an  independent  roleplay  blog  for  layla  el-faouly  from  marvel’s  moon  knight  tv  series.  headcanon  inspired  and  adapting  with  the  show.  untagged  spoilers  may  be  visible.  selective.  semi-iconless.  18+  mutuals  preferred.

   CARRD.     INTEREST TRACKER.

LOVED  BY  CHARLIE.     she / her / hers.  27.  gmt.  i  have  physical  and  mental  conditions  that  can  impact  the  speed  of  my  replies  ic  and  ooc.  i  appreciate  your  understanding  during  flares.  other  blogs  are;  bidefecht  ,  shesnikt .

(psd.)

[nightsprince]

☠ for mor ??

DRUNK NYX THOUGHTS

    '     can you believe THE MORRIGAN is my aunt?    the fucking morrigan?    one of the most badass women in prythian history, and she changed my diapers.    my little butt didn't even know how cool she was back then.    but i do now, and i'm telling you----she's so cool.    out of everyone in the family, she's snuck me the most desserts over the years when my parents weren't looking.    she's also really good at telling stories; i've heard her and my uncles share war tales hundreds of times, but every time she shares one, even if i know it, it's like listening to it for the first time all over again.     '

[princguard-a]

Lark had been sitting beside Diana for a while now. She enjoyed Stephen’s vast library of books both magical and mundane. It had aided in her not only for a place of respite where she could feel somewhat normal, but also aided her in learning the ways of the world in which she was not accustomed. 

Diana had been even a bigger help. 

Lark absent mindedly swung her feet while sitting on the stool with her book in her hand. 

“ Diana?” she asked after a long while of silence. “ Last friday before my classes ended for the winter break, some of the other students called me...” she paused and pursed her lips, her mind searching for the word. 

“ ...They called me Amish.” she canted her head to the side. “ Do you know what that means? Should I be offended?” 

@bidefecht​ S.C. 

[firehcart-archived]

𝟏𝟎 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 :

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius ( Throne of Glass - SJM )

Daenerys Targaryen ( A Song of Ice and Fire - GRRM )

Susan Pevensie ( The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis )

Moiraine Damodred ( Wheel of Time - Robert Jordan )

Jaenelle Angelline ( The Black Jewels Trilogy - Anne Bishop )

Feyre Archeron ( A Court of Thorns and Roses - SJM )

Samwise Gamgee ( The Lord of The Rings - JRR Tolkien )

Buffy Summers ( Buffy The Vampire Slayer )

Natasha Romanoff ( Marvel )

Anakin Skywalker ( Star Wars )

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : @folklured ( & @widaugast on my other account ! )

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 : @stareternyl , @phieltatos , @vvanderers , @moisovrenyi , @nightsprince , @evermxre , @gevivella , @sainctus , @bidefecht , anyone else who wants to do it !

[badmusesarch]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSbpNJcj/ this person has HUGE gabby vibes @vindictar @bidefecht