#serenitystored

[liishang]

@serenitystored​ + plotted.

“On who’s orders?” Shang asks, boarder-line offended that someone thought he needed some kind of assistance. While that wasn’t exactly what the woman said, that’s how the soldier was taking it. He huffs, brows furrowed, face scrunched. This wasn’t doing good things for his ego. 

In his father’s ranks he was technically a lower ranking member, but that didn’t stop people from commenting on how he was the favourite. Was this his father’s way of trying to stop those rumours? He wasn’t sure. 

[livingprophecy]

@serenitystored​   /   kaz & xena.

     𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 — 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 is why he’s surprised to still see the lights on in the hanford retreat. and he’s not one to pray:   but he thanks the saints that xena is still there, because he’s quite certain at least one rib is broken, and the sticky feeling of blood down his neck is near making him feel sick.   he can hear inej’s voice in his head.   /   THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR DOING THIS ON YOUR OWN.   but inej isn’t here. and kaz needs a healer, not advice. gloved hand pushes the door open, bell ringing, and he clears his throat.   “busy night? can’t imagine why else you’d still be here cleaning up. don’t tell me you’re overworking yourself.”   always one to ignore his pain, the leader of the dregs grimaces.   (the closest xena will get to seeing him smile right now).   as soon as she turns, his injuries will be more than evident.   “think you can spare a MINUTE?”   weight rests on his cane, forcing himself to stand.

[storytelers-arc]

“You are a very confident girl.” Words that would be considered a compliment coming from anyone else fall like daggers from the lips of the queen, displeasure evident in her light eyes. The ladies continue to move around them, watching closely, matching (as they do in everything) their sovereign’s behaviour, giving the foreign dignitary a wide berth. Not many people have the courage to speak so frankly in front of a royal, fewer can in front of one with the stature of Sabran; her stature, poise, and myth has made war proven kings stumble in her presence. People who have known her for years don’t have the courage to speak as frankly to her as Lady Diane has in their short conversation. 

Who is she, to feel so free to contradict her? 

                                           @serenitystored​ ♥ starter call

[ciniis]

@serenitystored ♥️’d

It was the middle of February and the ground had been frozen for months. The build up of snow and ice below their feet was so hard that it would take a massive force to break it. These thoughts swirled in his head as they walked side by side through an abandoned football field. The goalposts were bent and rusted, the nets torn and ripped apart. The snow was untouched. No one had been here in a very, very long time. 

It was dead silent. 

Ash could hear himself think. 

His footsteps stop suddenly, and he stands in the snow. His hands are in the pockets of his leather jacket. He stops without warning, his gaze fixated on a meaningless spot on the ground in front of him. He can hear Alina’s footsteps as they slow, and eventually stop. 

“It’s so quiet.” His voice is filled with something soft. Something tender. 

[curaidh]

[ @serenitystored​ gets a starter for Amber from Diluc! ]

“You do plan to pay for that, right?” He hated that one of his more popular taverns was on of the Knights watering holes. Great for hearing the latest gossip from them but also annoying. Right, though, Diluc was happy that Amber had come here alone. He would have left if Kaeya had joined her. Though the night was young and his hopes were not exactly high on that not happening.

[terres-arides]

@serenitystored​

Hugh’s pace through the hallway was brisk at the best of times- Paul liked to complain that his greatest flaw was not knowing when to slow down, literally, though he clearly had “shutting up” on lock. He tossed his ever-present hypospray injector into the air and caught it as he hurried along back to his private lab. Outside the lab, he submitted retina and breath scans before putting in the password and gaining entry.

Nobody but him would have an easy time getting in, which is why it gave him pause to enter, hear the doors slide shut, and then hear... another noise. He glances around, confirming that all of his “experiments” were still either asleep or dead, which means that either Paul has come here to surprise him, or there is a legitimately unwelcome intruder in Hugh’s space.

In the event that it’s the latter, Hugh puts his other hand on his holster and steps in further to look around.

[waswilczmin]

 geralt  stood  at  the  base  of  the  wall  ,  arms  crossing  his  abdomen  ,  staring  up  at        atop  the  wall  .  it  no  longer  swung  .  it  hadn’t  swung  since  he  was  young  ,  and  he  doubted  it  would  ever  swing  again  .  no  young  witchers  would  grace  these  walls  unless  another  ,  trained  in  the  trials  and  the  dosages  ,  came  by  .  they  wouldn’t  .        ❛  and  that  ,  ❜        he  said  ,  turning  his  head  to  the  bard  ,        ❛  is  what  we  called  the  pendulum  .  not  the  worst  of  them          if  you’d  have  asked  me  when  i  was  still  training  ,  i  wouldn’t  have  hesitated  to  tell  you  how  much  i  hated        .  ❜

                    *  ━゜   plotted   /   @serenitystored​​  .                                                              for  jaskier  .

[illyriamade-a]

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

for elvi!

oak : xena , or herself. mostly because both of them have been through thick and thin and she respects that.

pansy : yes , quite a lot actually. she does a lot of self reflection and also kinda .. regrets some of her actions , realizing that what she did was something she could’ve not done and done something better.

parsley : valentines day .......... she spoils herself smh.

peony : a life without killing , a life without worrying that someone will have her head , a life where she has a family of her own :(

poppy : she has a comfort blanket , she doesnt remember where she got it but its something she refuses to let anyone touch. if shes stressed , she wraps herself in it.

[gentlebcnes]

WORDS OF COMFORT PROMPTS / ACCEPTING @serenitystored​ asked : " would you like a hug? " jinora @ lin hajsdfhjsd

NO --- was the first thought that came to her mind. and normally she would have just said it outright. she found it off how the young girl was so PERCEPTIVE. perhaps it was a trait of the air nomads, or something she got from her parents. she wasn’t entirely sure. lin was never an affectionate person. perhaps it was due to how strained her relationship was within her own family. never being close with her mother and being now estranged her own sister. 

things like hugs, words or acts of comfort; she knew NONE of them. she had only herself to depend on. well, not entirely, tenzin was good to her when they were together. but even then, she was still quite STUBBORN in her ways. “if it’ll get you to leave faster --- then, fine.” is what she says, but that’s not entirely the reason she agrees to it. she’ll never admit it, but she’s got a soft spot for jinora, perhaps with all of the young air nomad children. perhaps because they’re tenzin’s children.

[thequeenofbeasts]

@serenitystored for River //

         Couples (or whatever they were, Lena was an absolute nightmare to ‘date’) had to have tough or odd conversations all the time. Possibly fewer couples had to bring up the fact that one or the other was a werewolf, though.  Such was Lena’s current dilemma.  He hadn’t brought up the fact that she was obviously not human but then neither had she about him.  So, she thought to change that.  Waiting until they stepped outside of the place they’d just grabbed something to eat in, she made sure that there was no one within earshot before cutting straight to the point. “So, how long have you been a werewolf?” she asked, rather conversationally. “Or, I don’t know, some of you are born with it, I think.”

[storytelers-arc]

Another novel finished, Lady Danbury sent Hyacinth to find a new terrible novel for them to read together on Tuesdays. Off she went to the circulating library, with the express mission of finding something even more horrid. In the last book, the heroine had only been kidnapped three times! The authors could do better than that.

After picking up two appetizing titles, Hyacinth approached an acquaintance who had a reputation for being a great reader. “Which one is worse?”

@serenitystored​​ • hyacinth starter call

[liishang]

⛩ @serenitystored

[sadnessruns]

@serenitystored said: the timeline in which they gain everything they want, except for the thing they wanted the most. / rhys 

a slightly altered timeline.

Admiral Gen Rhys had always had everything he wanted from a young age, his parents were wealthy and could give him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. He’d been on a proper Starfleet career track, gotten every promotion he wanted when he’d gotten it. He, however, hadn’t gotten everything he wanted. The one thing money had never bought him was always just out of reach. 

Every day he woke up, put on his uniform, went to work, and did his paperwork for Starfleet. Every day he’d walk past another office at HQ, eyes trained on the door every time he’d walked by. Admiral Sylvia Tilly was the sign on the door, she’d waved at him every time he walked by and every time he waved back. 

His heart stung every time as he saw the ring on her finger, the one he’d not put there. It showed her heart belonged to someone else, to someone who had taken the one shot he was too afraid to take. He just wished he could go back and kiss Tilly during that party, then maybe, he would have had everything he ever wanted.

[alabngpuso]

CLOSED. ( with @serenitystored​ ft. mei. )

“Ay putaragis- !!” cussed the antique collector under her breath as a thousand-year-old pottery from the Han dynasty slipped through her grasp and helplessly shattered into pieces. Layre would surely pull her hair out in regret later. But she could only blame this accident to a sudden wave of nostalgia cascading upon her as an apparition - a ghost from her distant past - just walked into her shop.

[piraticalarchive]

@serenitystored​: 💬  / for jennie love me some chaotic pals

“We can be arrested for this.” The declaration is out before he can stop it, rum and salt flavored lips pressing into a thin line. Thievery and the like is not something new to a pirate, but he is loathe to trust his entire wellbeing to anyone but himself and so Killian shoves the barest bit past her - blue eyes peering through the darkness for their intended target. The man is indeed daft with drink if his stumbling is any indication and one brow rises as he turns to his unlooked for partner. “If this goes south and we are taken - my hook will be the last bloody thing you see,”

[screenviolense-a]

        ‘ delilah? are you in here? ‘ it wasn’t like she left the civil corps building much, but it could be hard to tell where she was beneath the piles and piles of paperwork. still, the reason he had come made it a little harder to look for her, given his knee was starting to act up after his run. ‘ i was wondering if you saw the ointment dr. xu prescribed. ‘

@serenitystored​