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happy birthday!
ahhh thank you my love!! 💖💖💖💖
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@brathair sent: TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye. ( Accepting )
He used to dread mornings. Until recently, there was little for Lucan to look forward to. Life in the palace was lonely and not as glorious as people so often made it seem from the outside. Though Lucan suspected that the heavy feeling that he so often carried had much to do with Eden's absence. During that time, it felt as though a piece of him was missing.
So one could say that with Eden's return, some of Lucan's spirit had also come back with him.
A gentle smile makes its way to the prince's face as the other's hand caresses him. Sleepy golden eyes slowly flutter open, taking Eden in. The kindness in his eyes is the same as it was back when they were children. But he's a man now, and age, he thought, has particularly favoured Eden.
It is instinctive for Lucan to lean against Eden's touch. "Good morning, darling." The redhead sighs. His voice comes out hoarser than usual from the recent sleep. The high-elf then moves slightly to place a kiss on the other's thumb, slowly allowing his lips to move downwards to kiss his palm. "How did you sleep?" The redhead asks, reaching out to touch Eden's cheek.
#brathair#they are so gross i love them lmao#eden [ ❤️ ]#waking up the giants | interactions#verse: royal
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The face of an Aelf is a rare sight to see indeed. On the rare occasion an Aelf ventures outside their underground kingdoms, their sensitive skin and eyes are shielded by thickly wrapped shawls and veils. For the Aelfs dwell in their underground kingdoms, and have an uncanny awareness towards Plemora, the energy present within all living beings, and which blazes powerfully from Brathair Teine, the Sun. Each Aelf is made with a purpose, seeded in their mind at birth and through nurture made to be their defining aspect. Aelf kingdoms are rigid castes, working tirelessly in pursuit of Freumh Beatha, or "Life Root", the massive and swollen underground root systems of plants effused with Plemora. They carve massive underground complexes in search of these roots, silently moving from place to place below the earth. When a Life Root is found, it can potentially support a colony of Aelfs for generations. There is much mystery and mythology surrounding the Aelfs, they are sometimes known as "Elvenkind", and are thought by some to be monstrous harbingers of sickness, poisoning the land and snatching away unsuspecting Humans. Others describe them as otherworldly beauties, whose very furnaces are responsible for the interior warmth of the Earth.
#digital art#elf art#elf#elves#speculative fiction#speculative anatomy#illustration#worldbuilding#lore
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May the whole sky fall. May it all come down. Waste it all for the title. Waste it all for the crown.
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THERE IS A BITTER TRIUMPH IN CRASHING WHEN YOU SHOULD BE SOARING.
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A Little Change in History Chapter 29
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Jamie shows his anger in his clinched fists and the fire in his eyes. “You both, to my study now!” They scurry off as he strife’s to calm down before seeing them. As Jamie looks around the barn he longs to punch something. A voice inside him inquires to why he is so mad. “You are doing the same thing with Claire,” it reminds him. He shakes his head at himself before walking back to the manor house.
He finds a bottle of the best Fraser’s whisky and three glasses and heads into the study. Both Alex and Liz are sitting straight as a rod as they await their doom. “Here, let us talk. Alex, the reason I was so upset is that Liz is under my protection. I would grant permission for you two to court if, I was asked. I see how much you love each other. Do you wish to court?”
He pours three glasses of whisky and hands them out.
“Yes, my Laird. I should have asked but with Robert’s death and the new bairns, I simply didn’t think. I would love to court my Mary and then marry her.”
She beams as she looks at him. “Liz, how do you feel?” It is a rhetorical question but one he is honor bound to ask.
“Iiii, would love toooo court Alex.”
“Very good. Then it is done. You may walk together and see each other without a chaperone. Just stay where you can be seen and no kissing in the loft, or anything else,” He laughs, thinking how close he and Claire had come to do that ' anything else’s. “Liz would you ask Mrs. Murray to come to my study?. I would like to discuss something with Alex.” She stands, curtseys to him and walks out. “Since you will be a married man soon, I want to discuss how better to use your talent for the estate’s benefit as well as your own. What would extend it’s profits?”
Alex has gone over the books several times. He doesn’t have to think long. The estate does well, it is just missing the English market. They can import things to France and other nations, but at a risk. “Importing your whisky to France is a wonderful start but, are they also in the market for beef and sheep? Wool would also be a grand import. A weaver would be a great addition to the estate. It would provide work for anyone, not just the men. Widows taken a weaving position can make money for themselves.”
Jamie is impressed and nods thoughtfully. “It is something to think about.” Jenny knocks on the door
“Called mo brathair.”
“Aye mo piuthar. There is to be a wedding. Liz and Alex are to be wed.”
#my writing#outlander fanfic#ladymeraud and i's latest#a little change in history#chapter 29#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom
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@brathair asked:
“I’ve got you” for ya boi Jaskier, dont worry eden's got u
Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body
It had happened so quickly. He was almost stunned. Well, maybe he was stunned. Was this what stunned felt like? Like his... mind had stopped. Just for a bit. He hadn’t been able to run, which was his usual plan. But it... he hadn’t been the one being attacked. No, someone near him and he’d reacted. He’d swung at the person. Swung the first thing he’d picked up. A bottle.
He was vaguely aware of blood being dabbed from... was it a cut? Was it his blood? Something at his head, just under the hairline. It stung, that meant it was his. Someone spoke and he seemed to focus a bit, cornflower gaze flicking to the man tending to his head. “Sorry, I.... I missed that.”
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@brathair // starter call
“I heard some of my recruits had been causing a wee bit of a stir here in the evenin’“ Atreus made no effort to lower his voice as he stepped into the Herald’s Rest. Several curious pairs of eyes suddenly trained upon him. He kept his face forward, cane scraping against the wooden floor as he limped towards Eden.
“First of all I wanted to offer my apologies t’ye Eden.” Atreus continued, stopping a few paces away from the barkeep. “ I thought I’d trained my people better than that. They certainly should nae be conductin’ themselves like a bunch of wild Mabari.”
He paused, shifting his weight uncomfortably as he settled where he was standing. To his left he saw a few hurried figures making a quick escape, he paid them no mind for now—there was no escaping his ire either way.
“Second of all, if yer would be so kind as t’tell me exactly who was causing trouble I will see to it that they will be educated accordingly in how to conduct themselves as t'nae embarrass me.”
#brathair#⚔ ► v: you are not the mistakes you have made. ( ' dragon age ' )#⚔ ► knight queuemander ( ' queue ' )
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@brathair / s.c.
“ i suspect your brow is at a permanent furrow. ” caria said, looking over at her companion. she brought the tea cup to her lips, it was bitter to her taste but she did not care to change it. “ or if it’s not, you ought to be rather careful or you could get stuck that way. ” she took a deep breath before setting down her cup. she smoothed out her skirt before looking up with a sense of curiosity. “ do you care to share what plagues you so ? ”
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happy birthday!
thank you so much!!
#⚔️ 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 ... ❛ if this is another eviction letter. i am going to lose it! ❜#the birth 2022#brathair
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Best highlight from our wedding video goes to my dork of a bràthair @theschadd . . . . . #bràthair #brazeaufamily #brothers #brathair #dork #dorks #nerd #nerdlife #nerdwedding #geek #geekwedding #613weddings #wedding #macfieldstakethethrone #bro #harrypotter #hpnerd #harrypotterfans #harrypotternerd #represent #geekculture (at Ramada Cornwall) https://www.instagram.com/p/B56s9jJFVR9/?igshid=otdaeevph8al
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please sir- may i have unhinged asks?
@brathair asked: " So a pancake gets married to royalty..." He didn't wait for Nikolai's response before finishing the joke. " Her husband is Sir Up!" He cackled happily at his own joke.
HIS LIPS part and his eyes narrow .
❝ okay - i get the ‘ syrup ’ thing . but his name is UP . . . ? ❞
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𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
what they smell like:
it varies. generally speaking, laera is clean; she bathes once every few days, if able, and doesn’t have a distinct “smell”. obviously, if she can’t bathe, she probably smells icky.
laera also isn’t the type to invest in scents, like soaps or oils; she’s extremely basic and doesn’t care much for it. and if presented with an opportunity for say, a scented bath, she’ll turn it down for a plain bath without the frills.
how they sleep (position, schedule, etc.):
she’s a stomach sleeper; she’s also been told that she snores on occasion.
laera definitely prefers the nighttime too, and it’s not too uncommon for her to stay up into the next day, though not too late. 11-1a is usually when she’s turning in for the night. she doesn’t like sleep in, either, and as soon as the market starts opening up for the day, she usually starts getting herself ready. ( her hovel in baldur’s gate is under the street in the seaside market; she hears everything that goes on streetside! )
what she wears to bed is nothing special, and she does not like sleeping in her day clothes. it’s unusual, but she has a designated set of sleepwear that’s just an old shirt, and pants ( pants are optional if she’s home. ) also, sometimes nude, it really truly depends.
what music they enjoy:
shanties! she grew up in a port city, in an inn by the docks, no less, where a majority of their customer base were seafarers and traders. it reminds her of a less serious time in her childhood.
how much time they spend getting ready in the morning:
not long. if anything, her hair is the one thing that requires most of her attention, but she’s been wearing braided hairstyles for so long, she’s gotten good at not having it take her a lifetime.
even putting on her proper armour is a manageable, one-person task. she’s got things to do, she doesn’t have time to drag her feet!
favourite thing to collect:
books and figurines! books are sort of obvious, especially ones where the topics are magic, but she also enjoys romance novels ( a lot ). her figurine collection is quite small, usually consisting of carved, sometimes cast, people, things and animals, about the size of a chess piece.
left or right handed:
right, although i suppose she can use both given left is her shield arm, but predominantly right, especially for tasks like writing.
favourite sport(s):
if laera could, she absolutely would enroll in a tourney, and participate in its melee. c:
favourite tourist-y thing to do when traveling:
she doesn’t travel for leisure, and being relaxed in an unknown city or town is a difficulty of hers. being with companions helps, and if she had to do something for relaxation, finding a bookstore or library would be it, or alternatively, paying a visit to a baker.
favourite kind of weather:
rainy ( or snowy ), damp, grey and overcast. she’s a winter girl at heart and enjoys the cold.
weird/obscure fear they have:
being cursed, honestly. it’s not so weird as a concept, but magic itself is obscure, and as a practitioner, things can happen.
the carnival / arcade game they always win without fail:
if there’s a magician somewhere that specifically deals in a “i can guess your card” schtick, laera would be that person to ruin the mysticism. so i guess it’s not that she’s good at it, per se, but she knows how the trick works lol. ( a deck of cards is also her gaming set of choice from her background. )
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#the fact laera literally collects dnd terrain and minis is ADORABLE#❛ ― queue. / the queue is dark and full of terrors.#❛ 𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂. / headcanons.
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So since Lark is a Mactavish now, and @brathair ’s niece. She does in fact have a thick scottish accent. I just need not be lazy and write it like I do with Eden. <3
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THERE IS A BITTER TRIUMPH IN CRASHING WHEN YOU SHOULD BE SOARING.
{ BRATHAIR } indie sel pri loved by { JACKIE } private / mutually exclusive with multi-fandom original character, Eden MacTavish.
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A Little Change in History Chapter 26
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He holds her in his arms for an hour, simply unable to move from her. “Mo Ghradh, I must go and speak with Jenny and then Father Edwin about the burial. Will you be alright?” He asks.
“Yes, Mo Chridhe, I shall. Seeing to Mrs. MacNab and the baby will help. Can you ask Mary H to see to their croft, helping to clean it up?”
Jamie nods and kisses her lips before finding the strength to leave her.
He finds Jenny in the kitchen with Mary. Both are cutting vegetables for evening meal. “Jenny, I must speak with you.” Jenny hears the sadness in his voice and sees it in his eyes. She places the knife down and wipes her hands on her apron.
“My brathair, is it Claire?” Mary keeps her head down and says a prayer. She knows about Claire and Jamie but keeps her mouth shut. It isn’t for her to speak about though she approves.
“Nae thank God. It is Robert McNab. He was found dead in his croft from drinking bad peatreek. He rests in Claire’s surgery. I need to speak to Father Edwin. In the meantime, I would like Mary H to go to the MacNab’s croft and see it cleaned again, if that suits Jenny? I would also like her to stay there, moving in for a few months to help Mrs. MacNab.”
“I think it a wonderful idea. She can help Mrs. MacNab and still work here some. It may get a bit confused, with two Mary’s .Do you have a middle name lass?”
“Yes ma’am . It is Elizabeth but my uncle used to call me Liz. Claire also calls me that sometimes. Family can so, you may.” She flushes a bit at her own presumptions, “May I help Mrs.McNab?. She has always been so kind to me.”
“Yes. After dinner you may pack your items and Alex and you may carry them over. Mind, he doesn’t stay to long.”
She flushes again. “Yes Mrs. Murray. Alex shall only walk me to the croft and help carry my things. He is a gentleman.”
“Make sure it stays that way until he speaks with me lass. You are still under my protection.” Jamie reminds her.
“Yes Mr. Fraser.” Liz replies.
“Good, I bid you ladies good bye. I need to speak with Father Edwin.” He bows to them and steps out heading to the kirk.
Sunday morning finds a full house at the kirk. All but Mary MacNab and Robbie are in attendance. She is home with her wee lad. Liz stands with Claire and Alex. After the service, Father Edwin announces, “Next Wednesday will see Robert MacNab laid to rest. Everyone is asked to come. All work will stop at noon and there will be a small gathering at the manor house after the service. Please see Mistress Murray if you wish to bring anything and Mr. Fraser for questions about work. Go in His peace and God’s blessings on you all.”
All leave the kirk while Jamie follows Claire back to her surgery. He makes sure he isn’t followed before slipping in unnoticed. His arms go around her. “I have missed you Mo Ghradh. I wanted to be sitting by you today in church.” He kisses her neck.
Claire turn in his arms and hugs him. “I wish that too but we need to keep this quiet until after the burial. I do love you Mr. Fraser.” Claire kisses his chin. Jamie lowers his lips to hers. He kisses her gently then with more force.
“Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd.” Jamie whispers. They kiss until a knock on the door gets their attention.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#ladymeraud and i's latest#a little change in history#chapter 26#jamie and claire#cannon divergence#outlander fandom
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