#PT. II

[tormxntum]

Who: Abdullah & Cailean @succiducus

Where/when: Their bedchamber, the morning of the grand breakfast

The first rays of the golden morning sun poured through the open window. It was early, and the cloak of sleep still hovered over Fasil Ghebbi; even the songbirds were only beginning to rise from their slumber. Yet, Cailean was already up and dressed in their nicest kilt, one they only wore during events with the Fergusson clan to avoid the disapproving look from their oldest brother. Their kilt was in the color of their clan, which matched their eyes, and their sgian-dubh was safely hidden in their sock; they stood before a mirror, running their fingers through their auburn hair. The unruly locks were the only thing that seemed to be out of place, but no matter how many times they tried to tame them, it was to no avail. They glared at the mirror with the slightest frown, but their frown quickly transformed into a faint smile when they heard movement from the blankets on their bed. “Good morning, darling.”

[nando161mando]

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones, Pt. II

[tormxntum]

The setting sun cast a glowing halo over the rock-hewn church, and the changing colors of the sky resembled the flowing dresses of the ladies at the royal court. It was an awe-inspiring sight that left Cailean breathless. They had never been one to seek solace in the embrace of any religion. Still, the small stone churches in the Scottish highlands, and the priests with empty pockets who could easily have been brought, had often offered cailean and their rebel shelter. In a way, the buildings themselves had become a refuge for the commander; perhaps that was why they found themself standing before these churches. However, this church was nothing like the familiar stone churches they recognised in Scotland. It did not have cracks along its roof that cried during each rain storm, nor did the gust of wind howl through its window like a starving wolf. No, Gemjabet Mariyam was one with the land, but the land hadn't overtaken it yet.

Their gaze fell from the setting sun and landed on Ariyan. Of course, he was there. They should have expected him. "I dinnae ken if the beasties would bother to pray for peace for us humans." Would they even deserve it? Cailean closed the gap between them and sat on a boulder where they could watch the night sky darken. "Aye, I'm unescorted. Are ye afraid I might stab ye in the back if I'm no' surrounded by guards?"

open starter!!

setting -> Gemjabet Mariyam, the smallest of the rock hewn churches, just after sunset

status -> accepting replies!

with their prayers said, and some of them genuine this time, ariyan lingered behind as the skies turned from shades of orange && pink to a navy midnight with a gradual descent into night. belly && mind full from the day's events of delicious feasting, talks of diplomacy, and hands shook - ariyan was wound up, fingers pressing into the stone as eyes gazed at the colorful artwork splattered across every surface. they dressed now as a shah would - wearing medallions of persia, a ring with turkish gold && jewel, hair braided beneath an ornate headpiece that screamed their importance. each item felt perfect, the weight of such glory felt && desired, and ariyan kept their head held high as they gazed upon ethiopia's finest religious masterpieces to brag of.

the sound of another caught the acting ruler's attention, and they turned slowly to greet another, gauging which face to present for optimal outcome. " who could believe ethiopian nights could rival the beauty of day? if you listen, you can hear the sounds of the wild just outside. " ari paused, silence coating the church. " i wonder if they too have come to pray for peace. " noticing a lack of guards, eyebrows rose. " are you here unescorted? "

[ghuleh-art]

I’ve finally created something worth posting 🥹

[sikonu]

HAWAII: PART II FANART AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so normal about this album..........

I have a new version of this drawing up now!!!! Feel free to check it out!!!

[tormxntum]

Who: Daeng & Cailean @umitvar

When: During the Betrothal Celebration for the Emperor of China

A spectacular celebration of yet another union was well underway in the Grand Hall, or perhaps it was the last hurrah before another senseless war would be declared. Either way, Cailean knew no one would notice if they slipped away from the festivities. The guests would all be too busy focusing on the newly engaged couple and what the engagement meant for the rest of the world to notice what a Scottish commander was up to. It was the perfect night to do some digging. Threading through the guests, Cailean noticed that everyone they ran into was either too inebriated or preoccupied to pay them any mind; perfect. As a roaring laugh broke through the crowd, Cailean slipped through a door into the hallway leading to the study.

The study was dark, lit only by a single candle on the floor in the middle of the room. In its glowing light, Cailean opened letter after letter. Nothing of any interest. “Damn…” they muttered under their breath, throwing the last letter back on the floor. As if on cue, the soft creak of the door told them that not only had this been for naught, but they had been caught. Cailean reached for the knife carefully tucked in their kilt, but when they saw who had entered the room, their heart eased its hammering. They knew they would be able to talk their way out of this. “Daeng, I’m glad ye’re here.” Cailean glanced up at their friend from their spot on the floor, their lips set in a thin line. “I know this looks bad, but… We cannae let another reckonin’ happen, not again, not under our watch.” They ran their fingers through their hair, causing a stray lock to defy them and stand up in the air. “I’m sorry… I just— I didnae work hard enough to stop it from happenin’ last year, but now I will make damn sure no one has anythin’ planned against us. Even if it means rifling through borin’ old letters.”

[asheanon]

📓 Added more pages. 💕 (And I updated the previous one with a better print!)

I have no idea if this is of any interest to social media folks, but I've been getting into some journal/scrapbook shenanigans involving prints of the faves these past few months and thought "hey, that might be fun to share here too."

So, here's that. 📓 🤍

[kennarose1108]

Feyd Rautha x Reader !You Get Harassed!

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖾𝗒𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎… 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

He terrified you, to say the least. How could anyone not be terrified of him? He's killed countless people and feels no remorse. But he's never shown that side of him to you. Well, besides in the arena. You went once, saw the gruesome scenes, and never went again.

But he was always kind and gentle towards you. He made sure you were comfortable and taken care of. But he especially...

Made sure nobody messed with you.

You were his property, his prize... You were his and he made everyone know of it.

But... There was one man who believed he could have his way. He was Feyd's right-hand man, Atreus. He believed he could do what he felt like with anyone because of his status in the kingdom. Except to the people of higher rank than him, and he did not consider you to be of higher rank than him.

One day you were sitting at the breakfast table when Feyd entered. The room was empty besides you and him since after you both got together he got rid of all his concubines... So the large table lay empty most mornings and nights. Well, besides you of course. Feyd occasionally joined you but it was rare... And it seems like today was one of those days.

He entered and his eyes were immediately on you. "Good morning, my lord..." You say while standing to your feet and bowing your head. He bowed his head back and walked over to his seat, "How are you, my darling?" He says before sitting down in his seat. "I am well... And you?" You ask while sitting down.

"I am also well." He says, his eyes never leaving yours. You were nervous, that was obvious. "Today Atreus will escort you to the arena. You're going to watch me fight today." He says... Well, more like commands. "And before you ask why, today is an important match." He says. You nod your head, your gaze low. He stands up and walks over to you. You look up at him and he brushes some hair out of your face.

"I know you don't like it... But it's important to me. Just bear with it today, okay?" He says in a soft tone of voice. You nodded.

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Later on, you were in your chambers when you heard a knock at your door. You opened your door to see Atreus. You go to walk past him to start walking to the arena but he stops you. "What's the rush?" Atreus says with a smirk.

You stand there confused, "Na-Baron wants me to go to the arena... I thought you were taking me...?" You say in a confused tone of voice. "Yeah but..." He takes a step forward, and you take a step back, "We don't have to go there for another ten minutes..." He says with a disgusting smirk. "I think we could have some fun beforehand..." He says.

Your blood ran cold. He grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him, "W-Wait-!" "Don't deny me, I'm your superior. You'll do as I say, right?" He says before placing a kiss on your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, but not one of pleasure but one of fear and disgust.

"Stop!" You cried out as he forced your hips against yours. "Oh come on... It'll be fine." He smirked while continuing to kiss your neck and rub his hips against yours. Luckily for you, you were taught some self defense.

You kneed him in the crotch and knocked him to the ground. You ran out of the room once he was down and ran down the hall. You didn't know where to go, but you knew you had to get away. Tears spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision.

As you ran you ran into someone and fell to the ground.

"Oh! My lady! Are you alright?" A handmaiden says while kneeling down to you. She saw your distress and tears and her eyebrows furrowed. "My lady... Are you alright?" She says while helping you to her feet. You were in hysterics. You were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

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Feyd heard of you being hysterical and dropped everything and came running to you. The handmaiden had brought you to Feyd's chambers because when she mentioned bringing you back to yours you cried hysterically and begged her not to.

Feyd entered his chambers and saw you sitting on his bed and crying while being held by the handmaiden. She looked up at him, "You're dismissed." He says with a nod. She quickly got to your feet and hurried away.

Feyd walked over to you and kneeled in front of you. "What happened?" He says in a soft tone of voice. You sniffled and sobbed and you didn't know how you could explain this to him or if he'd even believe you.

"Y/N. Tell me." He says while brushing some hair out of your face. It took a few minutes but you managed to pull yourself together enough to say, "Atreus h-he-" But then you broke down into a sob again.

Feyd's face fell and he rested his hand on your head. "Did he touch you?" He asks. You managed a nod.

Feyd grew angry.

Furious. Red fury rage flooded through his veins.

He stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving you alone in your mess.

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You were lying in Feyd's bed when you heard the door open. You sat up and saw Feyd entering the room. He looked like he had just been washed. He looked clean... Abnormally clean.

He walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you alright?" He asks. You nodded but you looked terrible. Your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks were flushed, your lips were chapped and your hair was messy. "Where did you go?" You ask. "I took care of him," Feyd says. "'Took care of him'?" You repeat. "What do you mean?" You ask.

"I mean I pulled out his teeth then slit his throat." You gasped.

"You... You killed him? Why? You've known him a lot longer than me... He was your right-hand man..." You murmured. Feyd rests his hand on your thigh, "No one touches my girl." He says. Your eyes widened and your lips parted.

He did that... All for you. He loved you. He truly did.

Tears welled in your eyes and you leaned forward and hugged him tightly. He was surprised by your actions, you had never gotten this close to him, let alone hug him.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"I won't let anyone harm you... Never again."

[llittlelotusflower]

the baba wit da miracle musical ref. fye or nah? 🌈🌴

[tormxntum]

“Aye, they are remarkable.” Since their arrival, everything had filled them with wonder. Despite considering them well traveled, this world was entirely new to Cailean. Their eyes grew wide and round, and their lips parted in awe as Solomon"s grand giraffes ambled past them. Their gaze lingered on the giraffes' impossibly long, spotty necks; how could they possibly hold them so straight? "But I do wonder," Cailean mused, "do you think it's possible to ride one like a horse? Then again, could they run as fast, or would their necks get in the way?"

OPEN | The Menagerie, Morning of The Grand Breakfast (Capped at 2/4)

"Remarkable, isn't it?" The King exhales through awe-stricken breath. Watching with fascination as the Solomon's grand giraffes wandered about the Palace with natural ease. A well-traveled King with an impressive Palace of his own, it takes a lot to beguile him. But since his arrival, it's been a focal point of fascination. Surely more interesting than the exploiters or social climbers looking to befriend the De Acantara's and their unparalleled new resources. "I cannot keep myself from stopping and staring. It makes one feel... Small, in comparison." Antonio rumenates, pensive dark eyes glazing up at the animal's long neck.

[luthqrs]

EMILY PRENTISS, JENNIFER JAREAU and SPENCER REID in CRIMINAL MINDS 2x23 | 'No Way Out, Pt II: The Evilution of Frank'

[tormxntum]

Who: Cathair & Cailean @succiducus

Where: The grand breakfast

Cailean could feel the bile rise in their throat as they stood stone-faced at the edge of the crowd, watching the rich and the powerful chat as they filled their stomachs with enough food to feed an entire village. After years of working for the Stuarts, they had mastered the art of hiding their disgust, but there were days when it seemed impossible. This morning was one of those days. They tapped the handle of their dagger with the tip of their fingers, their gaze darting between the Scots to ensure they were all safe, anything to take their mind away from the overindulgence they were witnessing. They didn’t bother turning to face him when they heard the familiar footsteps approaching them. They would always recognize him. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay home this time around? You would have missed witnessing this feast.”

[hongberries]

⋆✧ Ten ♡ High Five (241203) ✧⋆

[flickersofart]

who will sing the songs when all the singers are all gone?

[wrenvi]

IS THAT A MIND ELECTRIC HAWAII PART II MIRACLE MUSICAL REFERENCE???? FROM TENNA DELTARUNE IN THE HIT GAME DELTARUNE????????