#c; samara

[tinytveit]

[edains]

Justicar Samara's Guardian Armory (LE2)

Justicar Samara's Guardian Armory (LE2)

Primitives - A Facial Appearance Overhaul

Wraith Eyes

[cloverdavis]

location. ⁺the bar.

“man, this is really what counts as entertainment for us ?” clover exhaled, shaking her head with a wry smile. a feeling of climbing that hill. age. even at twenty-nine, her body carried the aches of someone much older, a grandpa, a stiffness in her joints. “not exactly… bumpin’, you know ?” at least it was a change of scenery. she clung to the small positives, mentally checking them off like a list—fresh air from the walk over, a different view, something beyond the same four walls of the apartments.

her gaze flicked left, then right, scanning the room for signs of life. a man sat slumped over a table, lost in a drunken stupor. the rest of the place was near empty, a few scattered souls chatting quietly with the bartender. there was them—clover and samara. she turned to the woman she’d promised a good time, though the term was starting to feel like a stretch. “i don’t know… would it be weird if we danced ?” lips twisted into something between amusement and genuine consideration. no music, no rhythm, just movement for the sake of it. "might be cringe, but i dunno." clover breathed out. shifting in her chair, she winced at the way the hard seat pressed into her tailbone. eyes dropped to the untouched glass in front of her. “nothing like potato vodka straight up on a wednesday afternoon, am i right ?” the words came with an uneasy laugh.

@samara-blackwell . // closed starter

[cara-turner]

location. ⁺ - the apartments.

"mmm—yeah, love what you've done with the place, sami-samwise," cara hummed appreciatively, her voice carrying a playful warmth as she stood in the middle of samara's apartment. her silhouette - felt tall - framed against the window, she gazed out at the sprawl of arcadia—a far cry from ocean views or a picture-perfect panorama of central park. still, it held its own peculiar allure.

"you can almost see all the terrifying stuff from up here," she mused, her tone wry, eyes tracing the tiny chaos below. "like little scary ants crawling around." her sigh was heavy, tinged with the lingering disbelief that arcadia had become her reality—a jagged pill she had yet to fully swallow. turning on her heel, cara let her gaze sweep over the space. despite the constraints, sami had clearly tried to carve out a corner of personal comfort, a place to make her own. the effort didn’t go unnoticed.

"sooo—did you miss me ?" cara’s lips curved into a teasing smirk as she sauntered toward the couch, claiming the far cushion with feline ease. she stretched out languidly, her posture as confident as it was casual. "can’t imagine waking up in a space without me is something you’d ever actually want," she quipped, eyes gleaming mischievously. "but hey—this is nice."

@samara-blackwell . // closed starter

[ahalyaxreddy]

WITH: @samaraxkhanna LOCATION: covington's 12th annual valentine date night auction

Well her date was nowhere to be found, so Ahalya was left weaving through the crowds in search of one of two things: someone she knew who she could vent to, or a bottle of something to cut her bitterness at the night’s outcome. She instead ended up running into someone who at a time might have been the former and brought the latter. Now, she was only gave Ahalya more of a reason to seek that drink out immediately. “Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t looking,” she said haphazardly, giving Samara’s dress a scan to make sure that she didn’t end up causing anything to spill on her. A wave of relief passed over her upon completing her inspection and finding no damage done. The last thing she needed was to be ruining someone else’s evening as well.

Glancing up at Samara, she put on another feigned smile, even if the compliment was a genuine one. “You look amazing.” In the past, she’d have pretended to shower her with dollar bills, and made a whole spectacle out of it, because her ex-best friend looked like she could easily bankrupt everyone in this room. Given the present condition of their tenuous relationship, she kept her compliment demure and polite. Though her eyes cast around the room quickly, wondering if the ex she learned from Harlow was in town was here. Roman. “Oh, by the way, thanks for stopping by the party. Amma loved the present.” Leave it to Samara to be perfect in everything she did, down to gift giving.

[bodyhorrorsa]

‘ i'd say we make a pretty good team. ‘ from lilly to samara ✉️ dialogue prompts: accepting ! ˖*

     She looks up from her laptop, a soft smile on her lips as she watches the waitress refill the empty coffee mug on the table.     ❛❛   I'll say.   ❜❜     Samara coos, chuckling as she grabs the container of sugar sitting nearby and dutifully spoons in more than most people find necessary.      ❛❛   If it weren't for you and your excellent service, I would have never finished my last novel.   ❜❜     She admonishes with a twinkle in her eyes.

     She loves coming to this diner- it's quiet and Lilly has never let Samra's coffee mug go empty. Samra sighs and sits back as she rubs her sore hands, her gaze flickering away from her laptop screen where a few paragraphs are typed up.     ❛❛   How's the pie today?   ❜❜     She asks, smirking softly. She'll be taking a piece home to her son as well- he adores the diner's pie. @carnagebled

[manonvalfaren]

YES, THEY were all rather homesick. Even the most nomadic of fae had longed to return home. She, on the other hand, did not have many opportunities to travel ( aside from occasional jumps into the Summer court to chat with Cali ) so she had found this change in scenery thrilling. "I'm sure they know we all just want to go back home & not inconvenience them anymore. I wonder how should we all pay them back for everything they've done for us, & provided us with, once we do go back home." she mused.

oh, perhaps.

Samara had asked all the right questions, & Manon found herself sighing solemnly, nodding along. "I have to agree with you on that. We all know so terribly little on them, it makes the most sense if their... Dark Mother had destroyed writing texts that predated her. If there was something written about the origins, to begin with. Do we even know for sure how old she is? How do we know she's Cauldron Made? I mean.. if she'd fabricated everything in here, who's to say that isn't a lie as well?" who can believe in anything anymore?

Manon chuckled. "It does! Did you find any of your friends around this place, yet?"

"probably   more   like   an   igloo."   samara   couldn't   blame   the   dusk   court   for   having   the   assumption   given   that   they   didn't   exactly   have   a   lot   of   knowledge   on   the   other   courts   outside   of   their   own.   "i   am   not   complaining,   i   just   simply   miss   my   bed.   i'm   sure   that   plenty   of   us   have   all   been   saying   that   without   it   meaning   to   be   a   complaint.   the   dusk   court   has   been   incredibly   generous   with   hosting   all   of   us   despite   never   having   done   so   before."

"not   really,   it   seems   the   texts   they   have   here   all   support   that   of   the   narrative   that   was   painted   by   their   deity.   i   don't   know   if   they   have   any   texts   that   predate   her   available   to   be   read.   perhaps   their   deity   had   them   destroyed   to   further   keep   them   in   thinking   she   had   been   their   deity."

"it   does   make   having   friends   in   the   other   courts   easier   when   we're   all   together   in   one   place."   samara   also   hadn't   really   met   any   of   the   dusk   fae,   even   in   her   approaching   the   other   scholars   she   hadn't   had   success   in   finding   the   scholar   of   the   dusk   court.

[tinytveit]

[betterbooksandthings]

"In this age of ever-expanding nerdery, there is a fantasy romance book for every type of geek—including, of course, those of us who love a good tabletop role-playing game like Dungeons & Dragons. To understand the existence of DnD-inspired fantasy romance books, you only have to look to the growing popularity of both DnD and high fantasy romances."

[arashway]

THEY were all fools, one way or another. But, it was better to think of oneself as an expert thief than anything else - at least it was a fun thought, rather than the damning reality that had surrounded them all. Still, she lightly hummed, lips pursed together as she looked over to the fellow scholar. "Perhaps it's a bit of both. Maybe he had allowed it, maybe you truly did sneak a tome out. Perhaps they didn't check with scrutiny at which texts you've taken, if the High lord had granted us leeway." perhaps their librarians had now considered everything - except their archives, of course - to be... accessible to the mainland fae.

she pursed her lips together, considering her question. "You know, I think you make quite a point. Some vague creepiness aside, I don't think the Cauldron-Made have that kind of a creational power. It very well could just be a tall tale woven by a lying bitch a millennia or so ago." Ara paused, frowning as she glanced at Samara, "Say, Sammy. You don't think she's still... alive, do you? I mean. Over one thousand years is quite the fucking lifespan."

& a terrifying, horrifying thought, not to lie.

She was aware the fae were, in mortal sense, eternal, but so few of them could push it past the half of a millennia. If the, so called, Dark Mother, had still been alive at the ripe old age of forever, then they were all one hundred percent fucked. Who knew what kind of power she had accumulated throughout the millennia & centuries of being alive.

"Yes, he is, but if the Dark Mother really is Cauldron Made & they've had this type of belief for at least a thousand years, then she'd predate even his rare dragon. I found that their lifespans are roughly around that age, but maybe if the High lord's dragon had been a... hatchling, it may not have remembered. I mean, we could always ask him, but I doubt he'd answer. How would we go about it, anyway? 'Hey, High lord Zhou, a quick question for your firebreathing bestie, do you think they've ever met the Dark Mother & seen through her bull or?' Yeah. That'd help." she snorted out, but added ;

"I mean. We could ask him. We could go together? If we ambush him it might stun him enough to actually answer it."

it   was   more   than   likely   that   the   dusk   court   had   in   fact   allowed   her   to   take   the   texts   on   the   dusk   court   with   her.   perhaps   the   high   lord   had   finally   allowed   them   to   see   into   their   court   as   a   reach   of   respect   to   the   other   courts.   though   the   winter   scholar   wished   to   know   where   the   dusk   court   stood   with   the   rest   of   the   courts   and   the   king   himself.   was   he   one   of   the   dusk   fae   rumoured   to   have   met   with   him?

"i'm   fooling   myself   to   believe   that   i   truly   snuck   them   out   of   the   library,   i   know.   there's   a   chance   that   the   high   lord   has   finally   granted   us   access   to   more   now."   she   didn't   know   for   sure   why   she   had   been   allowed   to   leave   with   the   texts   that   they   previously   had   not   been   allowed   to   even   touch.   but   she   wasn't   going   to   throw   away   the   opportunity.

"if   the   cauldron   made   fae   that   you   know   doesn't   exude   that   kind   of   power   is   there   not   a   chance   that   she   actually   manufactured   the   entire   story   to   her   people?   what   if   she   wasn't   the   one   to   have   done   anything   and   it   was   something   else   entirely?"

"something   tells   me   that   she   was   not   the   one   to   create   them.   they   may   have   already   been   here,   and   if   they   couldn't   be   communicated   with   until   they   bonded   a   fae   then   there   was   no   way   to   confirm   the   truth.   i   do   wonder   if   the   high   lord   has   been   aware   of   this   entire   time.   he   is   bonded   to   the   rarest   of   the   dragons."

[ahalyaxreddy]

WITH: @samaraxkhanna LOCATION: heavy hitters bar

It was strange. Sitting at the bar. Under different circumstances, Ahalya would have proudly walked into. She would have had a table reserved for her. Hell, she would have made herself right at home because she would say she had an in with the owner. These days however, she avoided Heavy Hitters for the sole reason that she worried that she might run into her childhood friend. As stupid as it may seem, the past few encounters convinced her that she had been right to do just this. After all, awkward did not even begin to cover how their interactions typically went. That said, tonight it was unavoidable. Reyhan had asked her to meet her and it was the closest bar for both of them to get to. She had never really gotten into the details of her fractured relationship with her once closest friend with one of her present closest friends. Tonight was certainly not the night to get into that either. Which was why she obliged, showing up at the bar a little earlier than intended. Noting that there were no tables open at the moment, she agreed to wait by the bar since Reyhan hadn’t arrived anyways. Maybe the universe would be on her side that night and none of the tables would free up by the time her friend arrived. They could escape and go somewhere else instead. Ordering just a Coke to start, her eyes instinctively cast around for sight of Samara. What would she do even if she did see her?

[valtsv]

thinking more about my dark fantasy dragon angels/sky warrior-saints story ideas after watching dragon movie last night so here's some scattered notes:

- dragons of bonded rider-saint/angel pairs that succeed in surviving graduating military training are fitted with a harness/saddle apparatus that is physically embedded into their flesh in order to mark the transition as permanent, as well as enforce control through pain and ownership, and make it incredibly difficult for anyone to separate a bonded pair or attempt to rescue a dragon, since they don't have the tools or intimate knowledge required to care for them and ensure discomfort and infection are minimised -> nevine (human protag) and samara (dragon protag) are immediately made complicit in the cycle of violence when nevine comes across samara entangled in the embrace of a dragon-angel and their sky-saint who crash landed as a result of the feral, unclaimed samara attacking them and catching them off guard during a capture attempt. the other downed dragon's harness has been crushed and partially embedded in their flesh, sealing their agonising fate. nevine manages to persuade the rider-saint to help him* free samara, even though it'll hasten their dragon's death, but the saint promptly commits suicide after doing so.

- in a parallel to the above, sky-saints are fitted with armour containing metal plate elements for combat. this metal tends to become heated and lead to severe burns which heal as armour-shaped scars, again reinforcing the permanence of servitude to and ownership by the empire's military power (and evoking depictions of saints and angels in art as armoured by their divinity).

- graduation to the rank of sainthood also leads to being immortalised, if not by death in battle, then by ritual sacrifice and resurrection after a period of service. no saint exceeds their seventeenth birthday before being immortalised. this is to preserve their bodies in near-peak physical condition, as well as reinforce that disparity of power by limiting their physical and mental/emotional maturity. it's also intended to discourage them from being seen as anything other than "pure" and virginal, devoted to their service and not distracted by adult indulgences and sins of the flesh, whilst hypocritically fetishising youth and emphasising their exploitation and powerlessness (so this is a story that explores themes of abuse including (C)SA, but the intention is to make abused people, including abused children, feel seen and understood, not as "wouldn't it be fucked up if" shock horror tropes but as people with inherent value and the capacity to empower themselves despite the significant challenges and threats they face, to provide commentary on the grotesque cruelty of abuses that proliferate in predatory institutions that take advantage of young people like the military and imperial powers as a whole, and to inspire awareness and empathy). it is also worth noting that many saints and saints-in-waiting don't survive to their seventeenth birthday before being martyred either in training or in battle (or taking their own lives under the pressure and trauma they endure) regardless.

- the whole imperial army and especially the draconic cavalry is a death cult in a similar vein to immortan joe's war boys from mad max: fury road

- all members of the military prior to canonisation as saints are addressed with titles similar to those used in monasteries and abbeys - and the institution of family. "brother", "sister", "sibling", "father", "mother", etc.

- the rebel forces opposing the empire are collectively named "pandaemonium" - like the demon city

- nevine's rebel identity goes by "wormwood" (sometimes referred to as "lady wormwood" by civilians, but discouraged by pandaemonium due to its associations with the institutions they seek to overthrow and reform, although one of her friends sometimes calls her "our lady of [insert lighthearted insult here]" to tease her, eg. "our lady of sleeping through strategy meetings" "our lady of hangovers" "our lady of disproportionate threats of incendiary violence") i think

(*i will refer to pre-transition nevine by her pre-transition pronouns, since her transition journey is both an intrinsic element of the narrative and of her character arc, but i want there to be no confusion that she's transfem)

[maxpilote]

I started replaying Mass Effect because I wanted to romance Garrus Vakarian. But because I'm a weird ass, I couldn't JUST play Mass Effect 2 and 3. And because I play at weird hours and have access to the internet, I've had a running commentary going on my Facebook.

Things I have said about the Mass Effect trilogy, thus far:

I love the first Mass Effect game but Bioware is a coward for not letting my romance Garrus Vakarian until the sequel. LET ME HUG MY DINOSAUR BOYFRIEND!

Garrus in ME1: You know, you've shown me that it's always worth doing the right thing, even if it's a hard decision. I'm going back to C-Sec. Garrus in ME2: My moral compass died so now I'm Batman.

Garrus: I hope you know what you're doing. That's the secret. I don't.

Do I love Mass Effect 2 as a game? Yes. Do I hate the cover system almost as much as I hate certain CEOs? Also yes.

I'm sorry but a fucking Batarian lecturing me on my moral choices is a fucking laugh.

I'm really trying to be mostly paragon but that reporter really be testing my patience. I did not come back from the dead for this bitch to needle me.

Honestly, the biggest difference between ME1 and ME2 is that Shepard not only has more of a personality, but can also swing wildly to both extremes of said personality. Yea, I'll help this guy not bleed out. But I'm gonna be a bitch about it. And that's paragon. ME 2 Shep just woke up from being dead and is frankly over everyone's shit.

Seriously. Shepard woke up from being dead and decided that she was just fucking over all this bullshit. Even the paragon options have an edge of anger to them. lol

Bruh. After you break Jack out of prison, a guy named Billy sends you a very cheerful message saying that he has to kill you because you shot at him. LOL Okay. Go off, dude.

The struggle with paragon and renegade actions is constantly mixing up my right and left! lol

There should have been a side quest where you're doing something important and then Billy shows up. And it's just played for laughs. Oh, that would have been a perfect little addition to the Citadel DLC.

I ran out of witty things to say because I did the Kasumi loyalty mission. Not only did she make me wear a dress, but the mission was bugged and I had to restart the final fight three times.

I forgot about the greatest character in Mass Effect 2: The asari matriarch working in the bar on Illium who has a Krogan dad and really likes asses.

I kick a guy out of a window and Garrus "Archangel" Vakarian said that I was being harsh??? We will talk about this later!!

Every now and again, Miranda says something I agree with and then I want to punch myself in the mouth.

What I thought my Shep should have said after the Samara recruitment mission: "I don't know what the fuck an Ardat-Yakshi is but I know it's about to be my problem."

Me: I hate Miranda. Miranda: I hate myself. Me: Okay. It's not fun if we both do it.

Samara: Shepard, you're going to be bait for my murderous daughter. You'll need to go in alone and unarmed. Garrus, standing five feet away: Excuse me??

I can barely flirt with Garrus and he's an awkward dork. I think Samara has way too much faith in my ability to be smooth. Ma'am, I just got back from a mission where I head butted a krogan!

I love Kal'Reegar. You got a question? Best go ask the nerds. He's just there to kill shit.

Shepard. Everytime you touch a Prothean artifact, something goes terribly wrong. MAYBE STOP TOUCHING THEM!

FFS WHY is Cerberus letting me keep an INERT PROTHEAN ARTIFACT on my COFFEE TABLE!? They have to know my history with these things.

[tinytveit]

[lizardho]

My wife and I play Arkham Horror TCG sometimes and I often play as our main damage dealer because I like doing DPS and finding clues is harrrrdddd :c

And there are a lot of good damage dealers - Zoey Samaras and Agnes Baker are some of my faves, but my absolute favorite DPS character is Wendy Adams, the survivor class child with like 1 fist and a knack for running away and just withstanding the horrors she sees. She’s not meant to be a fighter card but because survivors get lots of cards that temporarily boost attack and damage by a lot and I have learned that if I make a deck that is almost exclusively those cards this scrawny pre-teen turns from a wiggly willful survivor into a bloodthirsty 9-year-old menace and all it takes is a fire axe or an old hunting rifle.

I just LOVE the idea of some grown man being too scared of an Eldritch horror to fend it off when some malnourished orphan zygote with no concept of her own mortality just shoots it with a normal-ass gun and it *poofs* away into the netherworld and while everyone else is trying to fathom the unspeakable unknowable terror they all just witnessed she’s loading another round in the chamber like “c’mon guys they’re just squids that think they’re special, and I got a 30-30 that says they’re not, pick up your feet” and she never learns about what’s going on but she’s just thriving anyways because she’s a goblin at heart and that just feels so fun to me I can’t seem to stop making this tiny tiny tiny child an agent of chaos and war crimes.

[the-roo-too]

— out of touch ★

batch two

lara | third batch of trainees ( april 2023 )

hinari | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

mei | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

nayoung | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

samara | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

ua | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

yoonchae | last batch of trainees ( summer 2023 )

yn | last batch of trainees ( september 2023 )

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