#( 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. )

[elicwmu]

Well, fellow students of William McKinley Uni, I find myself in quite the pickle. I have that itch to pierce something else (and the crowd gasps in shock, I know), and it so happens that I'm stuck on which to get. You can take this opportunity to offer your ideas or attempt to persuade me away by suggesting something more constructive, as I'm all curious about how creative we can get here.

[supernva]

Whilst staying in Velaris , Calliope had found the Sidra to be a hospitable enough home . Now she was drifting along its surface with a waterproof notebook in her hands , her long blond hair plastered to her shoulders while her tail flicked to and fro beneath the surface of the water . The bikini top she wore matched the silvery dappling of scales along her shoulders along with the bioluminescent dots that peppered them like freckles . "Okay- well you didn't have to be so rude!" she was yelling after a fae that seemed like he couldn't vacate the area quick enough when she spotted her latest victim . There wasn't a single breath between the end of her words and the next sentence that sprung from her lips while she called out to this new stranger . "Oh! Hey! Yeah- you! Could you come over here? I'm doing a survey about a foreigner's opinion on plastics !" She hadn't yet met a Prythian who'd known what the last word meant without explanation .

[sevoir]

no surprises here, nothing new (the same blue sky after everything we've been through)

she doesn't know how tired she is until they're sitting down. then suddenly, she can feel the soreness in her strapped ankles and the tension in her bare shoulders. and suddenly, she remembers that the weekend is finally coming to a close. if seryung's being honest, it has been the longest three days of her life. but as the golden hour passes, and she watches the red afternoon sky turn ruddy, she doesn't know whether she wants time to speed up or slow down. everything pink and soft and rose-colored and perfect in that one fleeting moment, she feels like staying there forever. (as it always does with seryung, the feeling passes.)

she takes a deep, shuddering sigh and rests her head on jaerim's shoulder for a second. just a second, but enough time for someone two trees over to whip out their little camera phone and snap a picture. they pocket their phone and run away. she doesn't say anything, but she hopes jaerim didn't see it. seryung lifts her head and lets out a soft, nettled grumble without thinking. a little noise she tends to make when she's annoyed—a bad habit her mom has tried to rid her of since she was a child. (he has probably heard it a hundred times before. she likes to think that they've known each other for so long that, sometimes, they can speak without speaking.)

two days ago, she might have appreciated a rando running off to gossip girl with reports about jaerim and seryung. jaerim and seryung getting coffee. jaerim and seryung holding hands. it was exactly what she wanted seulki to open instagram to—to ruin her day. but too wrapped up in having a nice time with him, she hasn't thought of anyone else but him all day, and she doesn't care about gossip girl anymore. (at least, not for the moment.) but she can't avoid it—the run-in with the camera makes her a little self-conscious.

and suddenly, she realizes that she has been holding his hand the entire time. and suddenly, she's aware of just how close their bodies are. she's sitting so close to him that the entire jaerim-side of her is humming. if she turns her head and tilts her chin just so, she could easily kiss his warm, lovely cheek. and she wants to. suddenly, she's actually dying to. but in the friendly spirit of coming to see the cherry blossoms as friends, she turns her head away from him and fixes her gaze on a pink petal on top of a tree a few feet away. she crosses one leg over the other, bumping their knees and ankles and smiling to herself, and she doesn't let go of his hand.

closed starter for @remrse

[malvella]

hands of fate | vaelenora solo .

“ A nightmare might force you awakened. The tough life might force you awakened . ”

tw: gore .

     Vaelenora hadn’t realized she was falling until she felt the unfamiliar coolness of the stones beneath her cheek, a poisoned cup tumbling from her limp hand. Her final thought had been one of vague confusion, not knowing how or why she’d come to be lying on the floor when her brother was supposed to be finding the love of his life. Shouts and screams made the last of her conscious moments even more alarming with so many people calling her name that she couldn’t have decided which way to look even if she hadn’t been fading from the world. 

     From then on there was mostly darkness peppered with primarily unsettling dreams. At times they were soft and sweet, accompanied by the sound of her brothers’ gentle and coaxing voices as they bid her to wake, reminiscing on the times when Vaelenora had been small enough to carry through the halls of their castle. She’d fit perfectly in the crook of her eldest brother’s arm, and though Vaelyx had only been ten when she was born he’d vowed to protect her from any and all danger. He’d repeated those vows while she slept, his comforting words floating through the mists and clouds of her dreamworlds. 

     But his gentle words couldn’t protect her from the worrisome secrets Ceria divulged as the mistress of whispers stayed true to her title and breathed things Vaelenora would never have considered while the princess slept. The familiar woman’s voice still brought the young princess peace, but the mutterings of mistrust and murderous plots sent Ellie’s dreams spinning on a dark and twisting axis. Hands reaching from the sky to pluck her family limb from limb, like an overzealous child who didn’t know how to care for their toys. Except these were no toys. They were her brothers, sister, cousins who bled rubies and screamed their torment as the merciless fingers tore sockets from joints and plucked eyes from heads. Their blood would rain down on her face, mixing with her salty tears as she could do nothing but sob and yell, unable to move no matter how much Ceria begged her to stir, no matter how often her brothers bid her to wake and squeeze their hands. 

     Still those hands would plague the neverending darkness that was the world she waited within, and finally those hands begun to attach to arms, chests and necks, followed by the faces who’d been murdering her family night after night. But they were never one specific set. It was Lucius’ cascading hair mixed with the harsh severity of Chaol’s face set with Cassian’s deep and intelligent gaze. The features would change just as soon as they’d finally settled and suddenly Azriel’s brow would be drawn tight over the ship master’s sickly sweet grin while those hands continued to tear her family to pieces. It was a constantly rotating carousel of features spinning round and round as the faces of current and past small council members played her loved ones like puppets. 

     Finally her dreams came to another calming pause as Vaelyx’s voice filled her head once again. This time she swore she could feel the warmth of his hand in hers as he once again begged her to wake and squeeze his fingers so that he might know she was still somewhere well and wandering in her mind. And finally she was angry. It was a foreign and hot feeling in the heart of a sweet and gentle princess, but she’d seen enough of her brother’s suffering in her mind’s eye while the council and others had ripped him to pieces. Vaelenora would not stand for any more. She was angry enough for her lips to twitch, and for her fingers to flicker against one of his. Shouts for a healer filled the room and the prince’s hand pressed harder against her’s. Her eyes blinked open and she found that her dreams had been flawed while they’d painted her brother’s face with anguish, for as she woke she saw true worry on his features, an expression far more dire than any her subconscious had managed to concoct. “Vaelyx?” she croaked, voice confusedly tired despite not having used it for quite some time. “Vaelyx, are you alright?” 

     The healer had arrived and was checking her over while someone else called for a servant to send word to the small council. Vaelenora’s body tensed at the mention, a strangled sound of fear pushing it’s way past her lips at the thought of the faces who’d starred in her nightmares. “Wait!” was the instinctual command that wrenched itself from her. It had broken loose before she could stop it, before she could remember just how fragile her family’s human bodies were and how her new and anxious mistrust might cause suspicion. Nevertheless, her request was too late, and the news had already begun to spread through the Red Keep.

     The princess was awake.

[fyrelyght]

closed starter for cassiopeia hyberion @faemyths

After his father's rather lackluster pep talk that was really more of a mind-numbing repetition of all the things Kazamir already knew- he was finally ready to step into the central hub of the celebrations. As usual he was all smiles the instant he was put before a crowd, his shoulders squared but relaxed in a way that made him seem confident and strong, but not arrogant. Granting every person he passed a charming greeting, he made his way towards the first person who would require his attentions- none other than his betrothed. She looked radiant as always, but there was a small part of him that couldn't help but think the golden hour lighting of the Day Court suited her particularly well.

Steeling himself for the task he'd set for himself, he loosened his gait a fraction while letting a bit more mischief shine through his crooked smile. If he was going to win over Cassiopeia...he'd have to be at his absolute best. Dipping low, he reached out to bring her hand to his lips to brush it with a kiss. It made an enchanting vision for any onlookers. All the while he kept his eyes on her's, rising from his bowed position to say hello. "Well if it isn't the loveliest of our princesses standing before me," he began, starting a dance they'd already performed a few times over the centuries. "Don't tell your sister I told you that. I'd imagine it'd be a bit of a damper on our future wedding day."

[starswritten]

❝ are you going to the PARTY tonight? you look nice. ❞

@shadowbrn ( for blue )

[emends]

            No matter how much she tried, yoga, Pilates, even morning jogs ( which she despised ), nothing seemed to shift the baby weight. Where her toned stomach once was, now sat the smallest bump trailed with the faintest of tiger stripes, a beautiful reminder that she had carried their daughter not so long ago. 

Boiling a pot of coffee the brunette was prepping her lunch for the day, her mountain of salad piling up quickly in her favourite bento lunchbox when the love of her life waltz into the room. The sheen of sweat highlighting ever single muscle was enough for the girl to halt her slicing. “Fuck.” she groaned, cricking her neck out of unavoidable frustration. 

Grace couldn’t get enough of @scinglives​, couldn’t help herself but just when she thought the broodiness was gone, he came in like this. “You’re going to be the end of me. You know that?” she grumbled grabbing the apron hanging on the side before tossing to him. “Cover up pleaaaassseee.”  

[elicwmu]

Well, let me start the ball rolling by stating — I am the first one in this van and I'm not sitting next to anyone! But I don't mind changing that up if you don't mind sitting next to a lighthouse. However, I'm half-tempted to take over this van and drive everyone to the Lima Bean because I know the airport food can be a disappointment. Think I can get away with it?

[supernva]

closed starter for zacreus ciphenth @dcrkening

Someone was watching her . Sabina had felt their gaze prickling at her neck the same if someone had walked over her grave and spoken her name , demanding the awakening of some long dead thing . Or perhaps it had simply been waiting , ready as she turned sharply towards the source of the sensation with narrowed eyes . Some habits died hard , and even though the war was long past it was a warrior 's reactions that still claimed her movements when faced with an unknown . She found his gaze almost instantly , and a shock moved through her limbs as the shining and golden eyes seemed to pierce through whatever soul she had left . As if they already knew all her secrets . It was the arrogance behind them that solidified her irritation , and a breath later she marked the man as none other than Zacreus Ciphenth . It made perfect sense that he would be at her high lady's celebration in the House of Wind as well . After all he was a ruler in his own right .High Lord of the Day Court .

If that shouldn't have been enough to make her drop her gaze from the male's , his preceding reputation should have put a nail to that coffin . But her eyes didn't falter as they slit another centimeter closer in distaste . Sabina 's feet were moving before she was even aware enough to command them , leading her straight into the den of the dragon without so much as an instant of hesitation . She knew these kind of males . The ones who thought the world their playthings for better or for worse , and she'd always tried to knock them down as many pegs as she could manage . So despite the fact that she was a female fae with barely a lick of power to show , she slinked to where he was holding his impromptu court before replacing her expression with a smile that didn't meet her eyes .

" I thought I'd take this chance to introduce myself as it seems only right to make the rounds as the new emissary of the Night Court . " Her head titled curiously to the side , already savoring whatever reaction her next words might garner . " I'm Sabina Khoe . And you're the high lord of the Day Court . I've heard so much about your charming self . In fact - I was told you're so incredibly charming that you insist everyone simply call you Zac . " It seemed all sense of self - preservation had left her while she shredded the lines of impropriety .

[sevoir]

top shelf, bottom drawer

unusually true to her word, seryung returns about ten minutes later. expertly balancing six shot glasses in between perfectly manicured fingers, shoulders bare. she sets the glasses down on the table, smiling from ear to ear. like she hasn't noticed she's now lighter by about sixteen-million-won's worth of fine leather. where the coat she left with went is anybody’s guess. she sits beside jinah, raises a glass in cheers. "salud!" she grins. clinks, drinks. "mmh," seryung puckers her lips, holding her hand in front of her mouth for a second. “oh—!“ she taps jinah’s knee. "a guy at the bar said something about private rooms," seryung tells her, just a little past pleasantly buzzed. maybe already drunk. she leaves out the part where he paid for their drinks. ("come down to the private rooms with me," the man smarmed. seryung let him put a hand on her thigh, and winked, "i'm not drunk enough yet. but i'm willing to be.") a giggle bubbles out of her. "i don't know if he meant like a bathroom stall or if there actually are—" there's a blinding twinkle in her eye, "have you heard anything? should we go look?"

closed starter for @magdvlene

[malvella]

closed starter for lady laelia tyrell @svnflowvr , lord kunal tyrell @wrdensouth , lord cassian tyrell @royalreiqn , and lady alyce hightower @gazofilakion .

" No , wait ! " Dahlia's alarm was nearly palpable as she grabbed the arm of the person closest to her , stopping them in their tracks . " Don't ! My dusk rose ! " Sure enough there was a plant clipping in the direct path of the noble that was about to be made into pulp via their fancy shoe . It wasn't entirely like Dahlia to have such an outburst , but this was a plant rarely seen in Westeros . She'd come into enormous luck by finding it in the gardens of the palace during the feast , and Dahlia was certain no one would miss the sprig of greenery she'd carefully hidden in her dress . Apparently it had sprung loose .

[fyrelyght]

closed starter for safiya @faemade

Kazamir had spotted the former Hybern operative making her rounds through the summit fairly early on, but had seen little reason to approach her before now. There had been a long list of delegates to get to, and he wasn't meant to frequent members of the Autumn Court too often. Now he approached her with his ever-present nonchalant gait and crooked grin. But instead of plying her with an abundance of flirtatious energy, he muted it into something a bit softer. His words still came out charming, but there was an attempt at comfort beneath them. After all, the missing fae was a part of her newest court.

"You know what the worst thing is about you having abandoned the king?" he asked, making it clear the words weren't meant as a threat. "It means you abandoned me as well. You were the prettiest of his entourage by far. Now who am I meant to pine after at those mind-numbing meetings?" A tease to ease her worries. Then he would ask about those same concerns.

[scndbrn]

I totally see Alys diving into the water to rescue Aemond and use dark magic to heal his wounds, while pregnant because she is a badass queen.

okay , but unironically , i have been thinking about this for days now ? like , it sounds so silly and ridiculous but ... tell me she wouldn't ? and tell me she wouldn't succeed ? and aemond becomes this fucked up , functional but not completely zombie — a ghost of the man he once was.

[starswritten]

❝ i feel like i've lived most of my life in MY IMAGINATION. ❞

@ofpersistence

[emends]

@reiignonme​ liked for a starter.

          Chrissy rarely ventured into the forest, let alone out this far, but she had to. It was the only way she could see them, without Jason and his beady eyed friends watching her. Every turn within the trees looked less familiar, until finally familiarity found her. Their secret spot, the weather worn picnic table in the clearing.