#Queen's Guard

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Poster advertising The Sunday Times (c. 1960). Artwork by Patrick Tilley.

[ilayas11]

While working on my current picture I realized I didn't have a easy to use clean version of Mara Sov's glowing holographic sigil thing. 5 whole minutes of googleing turned up nothing so clearly it did not exist. Until now. Is this perfectly symmetrical and 100% accurate? Oh hell no. But it was good enough for me and it might be good enough for you guys as well. Enjoy. :)

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My character, The Yochlol, Y’Brienne by Seraph777@deviantart

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Who is guarding the Queen when she lies in state? The soldiers keeping vigil in Westminster Hall

The guards do a 6 hour shift while on this duty. Standing stock still for 6 hours. I truly honour them as they honour our late Queen 🙏💜🙏

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I live!

I'm not one to just up and disappear; I am so sorry for that. But between work and trying my damnedest to get the first book of my series done so I can get it out to my beta readers, it has me drained during any other free time.

I am currently trying to update Queen's Guards. I reread what I had and Seven Hells, the amount of grammatical errors, AND CANNON FACTUAL ERRORS (dishonor on me and my tiny dragon horde), just disgusts me. I will update this chapter and then go back and do some fixes.

Thank you all for being so patient.

❤️ Marvelous Mutant (AKA Nix)

[tmarshconnors]

On the passing of Queen Elizabeth II

"Lillibet" a familiar voice

Whispers in my ear

Philip holds out his hand

"it's time to go my dear" 

"Already Philip?" but he just smiles,

"I knew you would protest, 

But you've served your country well my love, now it's time to rest".

My family are gathered around,

I know their tears are for me, 

But my body has grown tired,

And now I'm finally free.

"I broke the record, 70 years, 

I suppose you are quite right" 

I took his hand, and walked towards the tunnel of white light.

Then I stopped for a second, 

And looked upon my son, 

I knew I had four more words before my time was done. 

I walked up behind him, as the bells began to ring, 

I gave his shoulder a squeeze, 

and whispered, "God save the King".

RIP Lillibet…

Elizabeth II was Queen of the United Kingdom and other Commonwealth realms from 6 February 1952 until her death in 2022. She was queen regnant of 32 sovereign states during her lifetime and remained the monarch of 15 realms by the time of her death.

Born: April 21, 1926, Bruton Street, London, United Kingdom

Died: September 8, 2022, Balmoral Castle, United Kingdom

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I finally understand the meaning and feeling

of skrunkly

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Warrant Officer Irish Guards Tunic

The Warrant Officer Irish Guards Tunic is a distinguished garment that embodies the heritage, discipline, and regal tradition of one of the most esteemed regiments in the British Army. Crafted with precision and adorned with symbols of honor, it stands as a proud symbol of service and loyalty.

Constructed from the finest materials, the tunic boasts a deep shade of scarlet, a color synonymous with the Irish Guards and evocative of their storied history. Its immaculate tailoring and precise stitching reflect the regiment's commitment to excellence and attention to detail.

Adorning the tunic are the iconic buttons bearing the insignia of the Irish Guards - a stylized shamrock encircled by a garter strap with the regiment's motto "Quis Separabit" (Who shall separate us). Each button is a mark of distinction, signifying the wearer's allegiance to one of the most prestigious units in the British Army.

Emblazoned on the sleeves are the regimental rank badges, denoting the wearer's status as a Warrant Officer, a position of leadership and authority within the Irish Guards. These badges, meticulously embroidered with gold thread, command respect and admiration, symbolizing the wearer's dedication and service to Queen and country.

Completing the ensemble are the various accoutrements, including the ceremonial belt and sword, which further enhance the tunic's grandeur and ceremonial significance. Whether worn on parade or during formal occasions, the Warrant Officer Irish Guards Tunic exudes an aura of dignity and pride, serving as a timeless tribute to the gallantry and valor of those who have served before.

In every stitch and detail, the Warrant Officer Irish Guards Tunic embodies the storied legacy and unwavering commitment of the Irish Guards, a testament to their enduring tradition of service and sacrifice.

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From this -

This post is mostly for those who don't want to have to click on the link in order to read the entirety of The Owl House's series bible.

[akanemnon]

I'm sure Ralsei's gonna be fine... I hope

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[quercus-queer]

The gays have three genres: Pirates, Cowboys, or Immortals

[varpusvaras]

The Alderaanian Royal Guard gets really protective of the Coruscant Guard. Like. Really protective. At some point the people start treating the Corries better if only because they know that there is always an Alderaanian somewhere in the vicinity. Sometimes it's the Senator himself. Once or twice it was the Queen. But there is always at least one member of the Royal Guard there. Somewhere. For people who say they are pacifists, they seem really bloodthirsty.

After a while, people are starting to figure out that they might've been just supressing any murderous intents up until now, and it's better if you don't tempt them too much.

(The word got out at some point that Fox was dating the Queen and the Senator and that it was serious. The Royal Guard immediately turned on the Prince treatment. Fox bluescreened the first time one of them opened a door for him.)

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This has been gathering dust in my WIP folder, so-

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Portrait of my Yochlol character, Y’Brienne in her Drow form by Steven Bellshaw

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Don’t let the lines fool you, he’s actually shorter than her.

As @curly-cottage-girl and @lilaccatholic requested, here’s Irene and Eugenides in the Barbie meme

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The Queen’s Guard

Chapter 8: The Iron Bank

Summary: Jorah and Myria visit the most powerful bank in the Known World.

The room was sterile, which was odd considering how ornate the outside of the building was. Jorah stood stoically beside Myria, who fidgeted in the nearly empty hall. She was used to grand rooms and lavish surroundings after spending a few winters in High Garden. But this…this reminded her more of how the court probably felt with Cersei Lannister as its Queen.

“Do not be afraid, for they will not listen if they sense weakness.”

Myria ignored him and huffed. Where were these bankers?

Finally, three gentlemen walked in and took seats at a long table at the head of the room. Jorah and Myria walked up and bowed their heads slightly. There were two stone benches on their side, clearly meant for guests, but neither took a seat.

“Welcome to the Iron Bank,” stated the man in the middle. “Please, sit.”

Myria knew her place as a bastard and waited until Jorah took a seat before moving herself.

“Funny; it is not often we see a disgraced knight travel with a cup bearer instead of a squire.”

It took all of Myria’s strength not to lash out at the men at the table. Jorah cleared his throat. 

“I was disgraced rightfully so. But my Queen has restored my title and made me part of her Small Council.”

This elicited a raised eyebrow from the man. “Queen Cersei has pardoned you?”

 “Our true Queen, Daenerys Targaryen.”

There was a pause at the table as the three men looked at each other. 

“Daenerys Targaryen…”

“Has returned to the Seven Kingdoms,” Myria interrupted. “And her armies will be attacking King’s Landing.”

“Bold for a cupbearer to speak in this meeting.”

Myria narrowed her eyes. “I am no one’s cupbearer. I am Lady Olenna’s personal guard and the Master of War on Queen Daenerys’ council. Now, we know the Crown owes the Iron Banks exuberant amounts of gold. We are here to pay that debt in exchange for support.”

Whatever response the three men had for Myria, died on their tongues the moment she mentioned gold. The seconds slipped into minutes, but Myria just stared the men down. And now it was Jorah’s turn to fidget. 

Finally, the man in the middle responded. “Are you suggesting your Queen can repay the Crown’s debt?”

“We didn’t travel all the way to Braavos to join a mummer’s troop.”

The man smiled at this. “And the gold is…”

“Ready to be brought in on my command.”

Another beat of silence.

“Forgive me, I don’t believe we have been properly introduced. My name is Tycho Nestoris. May we offer you something to drink?”

Myria stood outside the Iron Bank as she watched the Ironborn carry the chests of gold from the carts into the vast building. Yara broke off from her men and came over.

“Stormbreaker?”

Although it was just a singular word, Myria could tell Yara had framed it as a question.

“Aye?

Yara smirked. “I had wondered since the moment I laid eyes on you. One of Robert’s bastards actually survived the purging of King’s Landing.”

Myria sighed deeply. “I wasn’t in King’s Landing when the purge happened. Nor was that the first purge to have happened. Just…the one in the public eye.”

Yara raised an eyebrow at this. “There were others?”

“When Queen Cersei first married Robert…there was a smaller purge. Not right away, but a few months after the royal wedding. I was only a child at the time. And the only one of my mother’s children with black hair.”

“How did you survive?”

Myria hesitated. “I’d rather not get into that story at this time, my Lady.”

Before Yara could protest, her men came up with the last chest.

“This is the last of the gold owed to the Iron Bank.”

Myria nodded her head. “Good. Whatever gold is left we will need. Buy as much food as you can that will travel well. When our Queen attacked the Lannister men, some food from the Reach was destroyed. We need to be able to feed the realm when winter arrives. Leave some gold behind in case we need it for the war.”

Yara gestured her head. “You heard her!”

“Yes, my Lady!”

After they were gone, Yara turned back to Myria. “Once they are done, we will be looking for a pleasure house to enjoy before we make the long trip back to the war. Care to join us?”

Myria gave a small smile. “Thank you, but I’m afraid that I would not be fun in a place like that. I’m going to find something to eat and then spend the night on one of the ships.”

“Suit yourself,” Yara looked up as Jorah came out of the bank. “Perhaps the old knight will keep you company.”

Myria resisted the urge to sigh. “He is a man, no doubt he will join your crew.”

Yara just smirked as she left after her men. Myria finally rolled her eyes and headed down the stairs, in the other direction.

“You are not joining them?” Jorah asked as he jogged down the stairs.

“While the Ironborn are certainly interesting to converse with, they are off to a pleasure house after they secure food for the realm. That is not really my idea of entertainment.”

Jorah caught up with the former sellsword and fell instep. “Then what is your idea of entertainment?”

Myria tried her best not to look over at the knight. “I don’t really have any. Most of my life…well, I never stayed in one place long. Until I met Lady Olenna and she offered me a place in her home. Margaery was teaching me to read when I first joined their household and I did love reading poetry. Perhaps once the war is over there will be other books I can try to read.”

“I’m afraid I do not have any books in my cabin, but I do know of a tavern a ways from the dock if you would like to join me. If I remember correctly, minstrels visit often in hopes of being paid in coin or free ale.”

Now Myria tried her best not to smile. “To hear a minstrel would be a nice treat before the war. They often visited High Garden.”

Jorah smiled. “Allow me to lead the way, then.”

The tavern was loud and there was indeed a minstrel playing a lute with his cap on the floor by the hearth. Jorah tossed a coin into the cap as he lead the way to the barkeep. He grabbed two pints of ale and took Myria to a table nearby. 

A tavern maid brought meat pies to the table and Myria said a quiet thank you before eating. 

The pair ate quietly, only occasionally commenting on the food or the music. But as they ate, the good food and the ale made Myria relax for the first time since meeting the Dragon Queen. Jorah smiled more and Myria noticed how nice he looked when he did and how often he rarely smiled unless he was around the Queen.

The more the ale flowed, the more relaxed Jorah and Myria got. Until the pair were telling stories about their respective travels and laughing at all the foolishness they did when they were younger. 

Then Jorah told Myria the story of how Daenerys hatched her eggs and Myria could see right then and there why he was so devoted to the queen. Had she witnessed that herself, the former sellsword would easily follow Daenerys to the ends of the Known World. 

But then the moment came for Jorah to ask how Myria came into Olenna’s service and she clammed up.

“I- I am not ready to tell that story just yet.”

Jorah instantly noticed the change in Myria’s demeanor and nodded his head. “Of course. My apologies for crossing any lines.”

“No apologies needed, good ser.”

“Shall we head back to the ships?”

Myria nodded her head and followed him outside. And as the pair walked back towards the dock, she could tell that her answer had ruined some of the levity the night had brought. But she also noticed that Jorah was walking closer to her than he had before. If only she could allow herself to open up to him.

Chapter 9

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