#bruiisedpetals

[ladyfaiir]

SAPPHIC ( F / F ) USFW MEME @bruiisedpetals​ VIDA WATERS  B + number roulette ( based on this gif )

It was easy here, in the wagon that smelled of herbs and clean linen, to be at ease. Slipping out of their clothes and into the healer's soft bed, the Lady of Sweetgrove found herself longing more for this bed than her own of late. Or more accurately, the company she kept in this bed. Adelaide could long for a straw mattress on a cold floor if Vida were there to help warm her. 

 Adelaide’s hand cradled the curve Vida’s hip as she knelt above her while her tongue worked between her legs. Eagerly attentive, she watched through dark lashes, taking in every shift of expression and pleased noise that fell from her beautiful lips. Savoring every detail as she did the taste of her against her tongue and the thrill of her wetness. Perhaps selfishly, thrilled by the knowledge that she was the cause. 

 When Vida’s deft fingers moved into her hair a groan slipped past her lips. A throb between her legs reminded her of her own wetness, reflexively she squeezed her thighs together against it. The other woman’s hand braced on Adelaide’s stomach was tantalizingly close and she was tempted to pull away just to ask if she’d touch her, but she stayed fixed between her legs. For the moment, Vida’s moans were their own reward, coaxing them from her Adelaide’s singular focus. With enlivened vigor, Adelaide pressed her tongue into Vida’s cunt, her hand on her hip now encouraging her even closer. Her nose pressed against the other in her eagerness that it was difficult to breathe. When her head began to swim in a special kind of drunkenness, Adelaide finally pulled herself away. Gasping, a thin trail of her own saliva and Vida’s wetness still connecting the two.

[ada1r-arc]

@bruiisedpetals sent some birthday smooches from regnarra !

there's a slight surprise to her features at the gentle kiss to her cheek, tantalizing close to the side of her lips. it takes only a moment before she relaxes and looks directly at the other woman. " a name day gift, my lady? " she smiles shyly, a faint red across her cheeks. " a very good one, i think. "

[korzionarchive]

@bruiisedpetals gets a one-liner for vida

"That your father discarded you like a piece of worn clothing is a disgrace to the family."

[bcbliophile]

@bruiisedpetals asked:

❛ may i have this dance? ❜  / to Jennny of Oldstones from Errick Farman

Jenny looked up in confusion for a moment, no one had asked her to dance since her husband passed almost a year ago. She came back to court because she needed something to keep her hands and mind busy ands he went to the feasts as was expected of a proper Lady, but she mostly went unnoticed until tonight. The Queen put her in a proper feast dress, silver in color and her hair was down in long curls, falling to her lower back, she looked more fairy like than human.

Eventually though she did nod and took the offered hand "thank you, my lord" the honey haired maiden curtsied and allowed him to lead her onto the dancefloor, still confused as to how tonight was any different than the ones before.

[jaesasyrax]

@bruiisedpetals sent :∗ 18﹕ elbala brings däthedr to syrax after däthedr becomes injured . non verbal prompts / accepting

this certainly had not been how the goddess thought her day would go when awaking that morning and one could only be grateful her current abode was rather isolated, as the sudden arrival of the dragon and her rider would have raised too many questions were anyone around to witness it. her own questions would have to wait, though an explanation would be demanded in due course, whether from the dragon or the man. " fret not, elbala. you did very well bringing him to me. " though many might disagree given the general fickleness all gods possessed, even one as gentle as herself.

kneeling over him, focused whilst as gently as possible inspecting the damage done. gods only know what had happened to get him injured like so, but it mattered not as the only important thing was to do something about his state. " it is not good, but not an impossible task either. i am uncertain he might have recovered had you taken him to human healers. " a little of her healing magic and syrax was certain he would be back to normal in but a day or two, depending on how much she needed to use. unlike the olden days, rest was required now when performing such intense tasks. " i shall heal him as much i can for now. rest a little, elbala. your rider is in good hands, i promise. "

[dernhelmalso]

LAST YEAR I FINALLY GOT TO SHOW MY MUM LOTR, she's been a bit unwell over the years and she struggled to stay awake and take it all in because it's long and in depth, but she'd been to Hobbiton, she loves the score and has heard all about it from me. Now that she's better she finally got to experience it, and watching it with her/watching her watch it was such an awesome experience 🙏🏾✨🥺

HONESTLY THIS IS SUCH A WHOLESOME STORY THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH ME!!! i love that you got to share that joy with your mom, and that she was able to find something to love in the movies even if they were a little difficult for her to follow in the past.

i feel like the lotr films work really hard to make the story accessible in some way to anyone who watches it, so that even if details are overlooked it still makes sense and has thematic coherency to every audience member. like you don't have to 100% follow every single little thing going on to feel something strongly about the story as a whole. it's truly an AMAZING series for that and i love hearing about people's first times experiencing it.

i've even gotten into the habit of watching folks react to it on youtube bc it just brings me so much happiness to witness sb's first watch. my favorite thing is how many of them will say "idk if i'll be able to get through this 4-hour movie in one sitting!" at the beginning of the vid, just to get upset when the director's credit rolls at the end because they didn't even feel the time passing and they're mad it's over.

[ladystonc]

WATER & STONE a starter for Vida Waters @bruiisedpetals​

“I had heard that there was a woman with some skill in healing. With herbs and potions and the like.” People liked to say women were gossips, but in her experience Riona found sailors talked far more than any tittering gossipmonger. In truth, most of what she heard in port was ignored as she’d learned over the years to drown out tall tales and bawdy jokes, but the mention of this woman healer pricked her ears. She had found the wagon as described; its owner too, with the striking violet eyes. “I have coin to pay for your services, if you have the time.”

[clawsbcared-a]

@bruiisedpetals ( vida ) ASKED: ❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞ source.

leaning back against the garden wall, dorren eyes the woman with a raised brow and a crook to his lips - it was rare for him to find some amusement when accompanying his father, so he would take it whenever he would find it. "you must be a fool or a halfwit, perhaps both, my lady."

"to not want to be remembered, to have no legacy to leave behind for people to remember you by is simply idiotic." his voice is nonchalant as he speaks, as if it were the most common notion in the realm. "you'd be wise to keep that in mind."

[pertinaxism]

@bruiisedpetals

❝ One thing you can always count on is that hearts change. ❞ / From Errick Farman

Lavender gaze turned upon the man, slowly moving over his body before roaming over his face and settling on his own gaze. House Farmans bastard, the princess could recall when the gossip about him first surfaced within her social circles, each woman having something to say but one thing Viserra certainly could agree on was that the man was easy on the eyes.

“Yes, well your brothers seemed to have changed rather fast I must say.” Not that she was interested in the younger brother, a jealous boy who she only really entertained the idea of after her mother had asked her too. It still bruised the princess’s ego though when he harshly ended their courtship in private.

Or maybe perhaps Ser Harwin and her father, her lawful father, had given Viserra a naive view on relationships. Loyalty and love, and respect above all. “Nonetheless, I do not believe it is really any loss of mine to no longer have his affection.”

[starsspin]

i peeped ur tags lmao but johns batiatus?? iconic? you can literally feel how much he adores playing him its brilliant. but tbh i could v easily talk about 99% of Spartacus' cast for the next century i love them so

no it's so true! the prequel gods of the arena focused on batiatus in the way it did because john told one of the show runners, i can't remember which one it was but he was like hey i really enjoy playing this character, if you do anything else with him let me know.

you can tell every actor throughly enjoy the character they played and it's *chef kiss* i love the cast and show so much

[blossomhcir]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON STARTERS ; ACCEPTING  @bruiisedpetals​ asked  ❛   try not to look too relieved.  ❜ ( For Vik! )

Tourneys were grand affairs in the Reach. Adelaide herself had been to many and they never failed to be exciting. Injuries were common though. Bloodied faces, broken bones, all common tributes for glory and honor. A stray splinter from a lance or an unlucky angle from a fall could take a man easily. The possibility hung over the festivities, the specter of the Stranger looming even in the happiest times.

The possibility had never been so present at the festivities as when the lance of Ser Vik’s opponent tangled with his horse’s legs, sending the poor animal and its rider to the ground. Squires had cleared the field and Ser Vik spirited away, no doubt to check him for injuries, but the lack of a swift return to the field made Adelaide’s gut twist with worry.

When the melee began she had slipped off to the various tents around the tourney grounds. The ground was muddied, numerous horses and feet having torn up the grass and softened the earth. Even lifting her skirt to avoid the worst of it didn’t completely save her dress, but that was the last thing on her mind. That had been occupied by searching for the Redwyne banner amidst a staggering amount of colors and sigils. It was a surprise and a relief to find the knight altogether well and whole in the Redwyne tent, not at all the visions of injury or death she had convinced herself of as she rushed to find him.

“I… Apologizes, Ser, I hope I didn’t insult you. I should not have assumed the worst.” The anxiety that had overwhelmed her was quickly fading, leaving her deflated. With a cleared mind it dawned on her that she had entered uninvited and unannounced and was now standing there in a dirty dress. The apples of her cheeks were warming, a telltale sign that the creeping embarrassment at her own over reaction and lack of tact was plainly visible. Adelaide contemplated turning tail to leave, but she lingered for a moment longer.

“Your opponent was unsportsmanlike, he clearly aimed for your horse's legs. He performed without honor.” An uncharismatic indignation creeped into her tone in the memory of the display, but it passed quickly when she focused on Vik again. “Are you sure you are well? It seemed a hard fall and I can’t help but worry.”

[velcryons]

@bruiisedpetals

Grass.

Everywhere he looked there was grass. To the East? Grass. To the West? Grass. The only other thing to see among the khalasar were tops of heads, the flash of dog tails, and the hind end of horses. None of which were particularly pleasant to Corlys.

Conversation was almost certainly out of the question. His mother had taken up company with Ser Jorah and he found his sisters to be irritating in a way that only a sibling could understand. His Dothraki was not nearly as polished as his mother or his father's, leaving only Common and Valyrian available to him, which of course narrowed down his conversation companions significantly.

Approaching the Khaleesi was out of the question, her brother even more so. Viserys was an ass, something Corlys had discovered he had little patience for. Doreah had laughed in his face.

Still, there was one person he hadn't tried, and the thought of spending anymore of his time staring silently at the grass nearly drove him to tears.

Dismounting his horse, he decided to walk among the khalasar until he finally spotted the Khaleesi's last handmaid: Esyria.

"Do you expect we'll make camp soon?"

[bcbliophile]

@bruiisedpetals asked:

"Oh no you DON’T" - Errick to Jenny

Jenny was not by nature a violent or mean person, she was too soft and filled with love. But the moment she heard one of the lords call Errick, a man who had been nothing but kind to her and protected her a bastard, something in her snapped and she was half way across the dancefloor with rage in her eyes when Errick grabbed the back of her dress and dragged her back to him, telling her to stop.

"He was rude to you-- someone needs to tell him what a pompous fool he is" the usually sweet and poised lady had never been quite this mad before. She would struggle but she didn't wish to make a scene, at least not one that would reflect poorly on him.

[myrc3lla-a]

@bruiisedpetals asked: “You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.” ; from Lord Smith Errick Farman

"You   are   too   kind,   my   lord.   But   you   must   say   such   a   thing.   I'm   a   princess.   Truth   is   not   something   people   say   to   my   face."   She   does   smile   candidly   to   the   compliment.   It's   one   she   had   heard   before,   something   her   own   mother   had   said,   although   she   knows   the   intent   is   different   when   said   by   a   man.   Her   mother   said   it   with   pride,   as   if   Myrcella's   best   qualities   came   from   her   mother.   "No   good   thing   comes   when   a   king   falls   to   their   knees,   my   lord.   I   would   much   rather   be   the   reason   a   king   rises."

[oakthcrn]

The Autumn Queen quietly paced along the the abandoned balcony. The gala had been one in the making for near a year. She was grateful that her advisors had took on the burdens of planning such an intricate party.

A soft, weary sigh parted her lips; her eyes were growing heavy as the grand party continued underway. She had met so many people and parroted the same practiced lines. It had become too much to bear, so in search of brief respite; Lark found the balcony accommodating.

As her mind wandered, she heard incoming footsteps. Her back straightened as she turned to see Lord 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 , her gaze fell onto the man--he looked like he was forged in the Wilderness. Lark bowed her head in greeting.

❝ Lord Stark. ❞ She spoke. ❝ I trust you are enjoying the party, how are you this evening? ❞

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[vhgr]

[bath] - vik catches alicent bathing. (somehow?)

   the lady alicent had spent many a year in king’s landing in her youth, kept company to the princess for the tender parts of their adulthood.   though the realm’s delight has a brother now, a promising young boy who was growing into his teens by now.   and though the hand’s post was by the king’s side, as alicent grew, she could instead join her brothers and uncles instead of keeping by ser otto’s sides at all times.   which was how she had ended up in highgarden at all.   house tyrell was holding festivities for the harvest, tournaments amongst the highlight of each year;   the growing custom of the costumed ball.   house hightower were invited and alicent had been offered to attend;   which she did, much to her delight.

  still, the lady preferred keeping to herself.   she wasn’t unapproachable by any means;   simply quieter.   which was why she was in the bathhouse at this hour, when rarely anyone strolled through.   red hair darkened into a warmer brown by the water, she could bask in the warm water to her delight and enjoy the humid quietness.   until, her ears twitched at incoming footsteps;   her handmaiden no doubt.   “loryene i told you, you needn’t—oh—” alicent had turned her head to look at the girl;   only to see a man instead.   she quickly turned around once more, pressing her back against the cold stone as redness spread to her frowning cheeks.   “forgive me, i—please turn around,” she heaved as she reached for her towels.