#go forth and conquer

[awaggaa]

thats what the mask is thats what the point of the mask is

[doqt33th]

How do you exactly research a character’s personality? I have trouble with that, any advice can help! Thank you ❤️

Hi there!! Thanks for asking and sorry it took me so long to get to this! I check tumblr very infrequently 😞 My best advice is to kind of let your brain pickle in the character’s VOICE first and foremost. It’s much easier for talkative characters (like Mirage haha) because you can build a sense of their personality based on what they say about a given situation in their story, but the rule applies for just about any character regardless of how much/how little they speak.

Try writing practice dialogue between your character of choice and another one, and really focus on what your chosen character is saying. What I find to be super helpful especially if I’m stuck is to rip some direct quotes from the source material and stick them into any applicable situation and then build dialogue around them! Plus it makes for some fun easter eggs for your readers.

Getting a character’s personality right is very very important to me, so I spend a lot of time on dialogue heavy scenes usually with the source material on one side of my screen and my doc on the other, and I will write dialogue as I scrub through the media! Watching clips of your character’s voice actor in interviews can even be helpful too.

I would say another big part of nailing a character’s personality is not just the content of their dialogue (the specific words they say) but also their CADENCE and DELIVERY. For example, I write Optimus and Mirage very differently. Mirage speaks quickly, casually, and usually too much. There are lots of apostrophes, extra words, vocal tidbits (“y’know”, “c’mon”, etc.). Optimus is very stately and collected, and usually says exactly what he means to say and speaks with few contractions. Again, a lot of this is picked up from multiple rewatches (or the equivalent) of whatever source material you’re using.

Body language is also good to note. Again (using Mirage as like my only example LMAO), Mirage is very bouncy and animated and uses his whole body to talk. He’s always moving, so I try to acknowledge that frequently in my writing to give the reader a physical sense of how animated he is.

These are very loose guidelines and should be taken with a grain of salt! But I hope they are helpful :-) Thank you so much for asking, best of luck with your writing endeavors!!! Feel free to ask if anything here needs clarification or expansion.

[they-are-separate-things]

Ow

[solohux]

The Arkanian legend of Vice General Valentine is one that Hux knows well. During a period of intense civil war that split the planet in two halves, the Vice General held secret ceremonies for lovers on opposite sides of the war who wanted to marry, to bond. He was eventually found, of course, and his treachery led to his death but the centuries old tale is honoured once a year on Valentine’s Day, a day that celebrates love in all of its forms.

When the calendar notification flashes up on his datapad, Hux scrunches his nose up in disgust. It makes him want to throw his datapad across his chambers but instead, he huffs with revulsion and sits up straighter in his bed. Ridiculous; of all the things to commend, he can hardly believe that his people would choose to honour someone who was a traitor to his own allegiance. Valentine’s Day is nothing more than a commercial trap that is set for half-witted fools who believe that they’re in the throes of infatuation, and it makes Hux sick to his stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover.”

Hux frowns, but accepts the kiss from Kylo anyway. The Knight gives him a gentle peck on the lips before moving to kiss both of his cheeks, forehead and nose before handing a cup of Hux’s morning caf to him.

“How do you know about Valentine’s Day?” Hux asks, happily taking the beverage.

“It’s a Chandrillan tradition,” Kylo says, sitting down on the bed. He sets his hand upon Hux’s leg and rubs it absentmindedly; Hux silently admits how much these small actions of affection mean to him. “A Lieutenant of the Chandrillan army went against the orders of his superior officer to forbid her to marry someone she loved. Something about him having familial links to an enemy. But he married him anyway, and the two performed covert marriage ceremonies for people in the same situation. They eventually became The Lords Valentine. People from Chandrilla honour them once a year on Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s not the story,” Hux scoffs. “And it’s a tale from an Arkanis legend, not from Chandrilla.”

“I know my history, Hux.”

“As do I, Ren. Valentine’s Day is an annual celebration of love on Arkanis.“

“On Chandrilla too.”

The likelihood of a military man with the same name becoming involved in secret marriage ceremonies on two completely different planet seems far too impossible for Hux’s logical mind to comprehend but he sees the softness in Kylo’s eyes and decides not to challenge it any further. And then, he sees something else.

The room is covered in red roses; petals are scattered everywhere and on every surface whilst long-stemmed roses stand proudly in perfect arrangements in vases. There must be hundreds of them, all seemingly glittering in the low light of their bed chambers. The sight of them surrounding him is one of the most beautiful things that Hux has ever seen.

“Ren,” Hux sighs with a smile. “What’s this?”

“Like I said, Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” Kylo says as a large bunch of roses float elegantly into his open hand. He holds them out to Hux, who takes them and inhales their fresh aroma.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Hux says dejectedly. “I’ve never…I’ve never had to before.”

“You’ve already given me everything I need, Hux,” Kylo says, leaning in closely until his lips are almost upon Hux’s. “You’re my air. You’re my heart. You’re my galaxy. What else could I ever need?”

Perhaps Valentine’s Day isn’t so ridiculous after all, now that he has someone to share his love with.

[wantbytaemin]

dude asked me what i did for a living and i said influencer and the FACE HE MADE HDJSHDK and then i was like no im fucking around w you im a scientist im actually here for a conference AND THEN HE WOULDNT BELIEVE ME LMAO

[significant-narratives]

actually what makes connor’s goal even more karmically beautiful is that the states were on him all game but well. when you’re goated you’re goated what can i say.

[starheirxero]

So apparently, Goose Sun might be trans and is in a relationship with Foxy👀

I'm taking this as a win-

OMG YEA I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THAT, THAT'S ACTUALLY SO DELIGHTFUL TO ME AHAJAHQKDJD

BIG DAY FOR KIDSCOVE ENJOYERS AS WELL AS THE TRANSMASC SUN ENJOYERS, GODSPEED FELLAS o7

[chaoskiro]

Define your own culture as you wish, be that your family's culture or your country of resident's culture. You are very much allowed to go 100% on vibes, as of writing this I really do not know what to choose.

Also these were literally just the first 12 countries a random country generator gave me. Bonus if you explain your reasoning in the tags.

[whos-tanya]

I still exist! I’ve been AWOL and found out I’m iron deficient

[thatrandombystander]

for achieving task!

Hell yeah brother Nebu thanking you!

[phoebelovingcare]

a friend of ours just bought us chants of sennaar (after listening to you talk about it we started wanting it too lmao) and i am SO excited to play it blind!!!! :D is there anything we should know beforehand or can i just hop right in?

NOPE JUST GO

[arthurfoxy]

My friend’s great-great-whatever grandmother was a woman living by herself on a farm in the early 1800s. One night she noticed some noise coming from her cellar, so she took out the chainsaw and parked herself next to the door, which was kind of like a trap door. As two men poked their heads up, she cut them off with her chainsaw. Like whack-a-mole but waaaaay more violent. She is my icon.

[sheeshiki]

she likes bullying him

[daincrediblegg]

What kind of studies are you doing for a film career? If we wanted to follow the same path what should we do? I'm very interested in the topics you post about 💞

oh man. oh that's an interesting question nonnie. and one that is a little complicated to answer just because there's a lot of stuff that goes into it and I don't really think there's a set "path" for a lot of the kind of stuff that I learn about and what I hope to do in the future... which are kindof two very different things, but they have some interconnectedness here and there... it's kinda messy but I will do my best to explain:

So in terms of school stuff? currently I'm a Lit major with a minor in film and television studies- which at my school specifically there is a lot more of an emphasis on film THEORY than film PRODUCTION, and a lot of it overlaps with the english major just because the disciplines are so similar (so basically, even though I'm listed as a minor it might as well be a major). The difference between them is that theory is a lot more like literary studies, except rather than deep-analysis of a physical text, the thing you're analyzing is films, and taking into account everything within the moving image down to the form itself and how the director and productions designers use that form to create meaning that opens up readings of that film for us; the people who study them. Production of course rather focuses on making films themselves, and my school has some focus on this, but not an extraordinary amount. And honestly, if you want to get into the theory end of things, it doesn't really matter all too much what school you get into (whereas if you wanted to focus more on the production end of things there are definitely some better schools for this than others. and most of them are in california and disgustingly expensive and pretentious. and unfortunately I might try to go to one of them for grad school. like a fool. unless some other shit I want to try to do after I get out of here works out for me). I mean I stayed in-state for school and I really enjoyed the theory programs offered here for the most part (of course, there's no accounting for certain professors tastes. that's always going to be hit or miss- but I've still managed to find some really good ones that I like over the years) but honestly... it's not the only avenue for learning this kind of stuff. I mean once you have a foundation for it, and know what to look for, it becomes a lot easier to just... know how to do this stuff on your own. Like honestly, I feel like I have learned just as much about film out of class as I did in it. And to that end, here are my tips, and some stuff to watch/read to give you an idea of the kind of stuff I study

Slavoj Zizek's films are absolutely incredible. I actually met the guy through my program and yes: he is exactly like that in real life. But he's absolutely one of the must-watch film theory scholars/philosophers of this day and age, and anyone who has been in a film theory class knows about him. "The Pervert's Guide" films on cinema and Ideology are both quintessential film theory texts and very eye-opening, if not heavy-handed and very wordy.

Other philosophy and psychoanalysis that I've had to read a lot of include these three individuals more than any others: Lacan, Derrida, and Freud (specifically: on dreams, mourning and melancholia, and on jokes- because Freud isn't much use for real life person psychoanalysis, but as a theoretical framework for film characters he's pretty aces).

no film school is your best friend. This Article has basically all the jargon you really need to know to talk about film (weirdly the only thing I think is missing is high and low-key lighting, but honestly that stuff is very easy to find)

my best tip in terms of what to watch is: watch whatever you want, and watch everything. I've heard a lot of folks complain in my classes that they don't want to watch anything anymore outside of class because they have too much shit to watch for classes OR that film theory has ruined watching movies for them, but from my experience that's detrimental and kindof silly and weak-minded of them. To be perfectly honest film professors can assign as much niche stuff they like: and it can be good sometimes- and it IS good to reach out of your comfort zone and experience different directors, whether they be new or old, from your home country or from somewhere completely different, BUT none of the studying is really worth it unless you take it to what you're interested in and apply it there. because if there's anything I've learned in my time doing this is that there is ALWAYS some intentional film theory rigor available even in the shittiest movies imaginable. there is always something to talk about- whether it be how something was shot, or the cultural context that it exists in, and absolutely nothing in the world is too stupid and it can actually be REALLY fun to unpack when it is. it also helps a lot of this become second-nature and a lot less of a slog.

also any time you want I would happily give a list of some of the best films/directors I've watched for my film studies (especially in the last couple of years I think I've gathered up a great list of films from my favorite professors and ones that have been especially more memorable than some of the earlier stuff I had to sludge through) but that'll have to be a different post and a different ask because this thing is long enough and I'm tired 😂😂😂 But yeah. there you go. I hope this fuckin helps nonnie lmao

[sarayu-sunrays]

if this happens to yall then SIT DOW but if you cant heres some tips

DO NOT LOCK YOUR KNEES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Keep them knee joints BENT

Wiggle ur toes every now and then

DO NOT LEAN. STOP LEANING yOU wiLL FALL

do y'all ever feel like you're gonna pass out/vomit/start sobbing if you stand up for longer than 20 minutes (without breaks) cause I feel very pathetic

[lady-ashfade]

⚘*ೃ Birds Above

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Jacaerys & Baela Targaryen x Fem!Reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ summary: the two have always known the love they shared for one another, even before their betrothal. Now that bond is threatened when another is promised to the prince.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 3.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: angst, both being cold to the reader, reader being amazing, betrayal, a little oc on them both, fluff, reader is attracted to both sides, apologies.

𓅿 @wickedpotential wanted to be tagged when this was out.

The castle has its fair share of arguments, and disappointment throughout the war already. Most of them were between Jacaerys and his mother about the choice she’d make.

And never have the walls withstood this level of anger and yelling from the young prince.

“Why couldn’t we have made another deal or have you decided to constantly throw every insult my way.” Jacaerys stood with his voice raised to his mother— never thinking of her as the Queen in theses moments.

“We? Have you already forgotten that I am your queen?” Rhaenrya shouted back, “I am trying to win this war with the little we have. To gain another army of men to our side is worth more to us then wishes and hopes.” She slammed her hand against the table and turned away from him.

“What of baela? How do you think she feels to have another woman promised my hand? To have someone else for my attention to go to?” he hummed at the end of his sentence and his shoulders shrugging. Rhaenyra took a deep breath to think before she spoke again knowing there would be less good done from angry words.

Withdrawing her head from its low hanging she looked at her son with a softened gaze, “Aegon The Conquer had two Wifes so this is not unheard of, I hope you’ll both learn to be stable in the marriage,” her heels echoed off the walls when she walked towards him and rested her hand upon his cheek.

“We all have made sacrifices, Jacaerys. I am not asking you both to leave each other but to welcome someone new for us to win this war.”

The prince walked out of her quarters with haste to his steps and nostrils flaring at the overwhelming emotions burning inside him. Why must he be the one to constantly suffer from her deals, Dragonseeds claiming dragons and never being chosen to take action. It was his birth right to fight in this war and yet he’d be forced to stay away from anything dangerous — it was disrespectful.

His hands forced a new pair of doors open and they echoed off the walls they hit. His eyes dart across the room until he found the woman who had his heart, Baela, sitting at her decks with book beneath her hands but her eyes staring into his in shock.

“It’s insane,” he began, as he walked towards her as his mouth continues to run, “I did not agree to this— We did not agree to have another. She takes no consideration about me or you — her most loyal members of her council.” his feet wonders back and forth.

She listened to his words and tried to keep her own anger within, “She is your mother, and our Queen.” Beala pushed herself up off the chair. “And as The Queen, she must do what it takes for us to win back the throne.”

Jace took his sweet time searching her eyes for comfort — to see that she too was upset about this. “You’re talking as though this means nothing. Why are you so calm?” he shouted.

Baale grabbed ahold of his hands in hers to yank it toward her, her eyes now darkening and facial expression becoming more detailed, “I dislike all of this too. I don’t want to share you with anybody, let alone a woman I have never met,” her voice cracked.

“But I’d rather still be married to you then non at all,” she cupped his cheek. A sad smile resting on her lips.

Silents swept over the room as the pair took in each other. Leaning his forehead against hers, he laced his fingers with hers, “I wouldn’t let my heart belong to another as long as I live.” Jace whispers. His mouth drew closer to hers.

“We are bonded, my heart remains with yours.” Baela took his lips against hers to feel the sparks she craved each moment.

— ‧₊˚ ࣭˚⊹‧₊˚⋆⁺₊ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆—

A few nights have passed since the announcement of the new betrothal was first declared and the aid has been thick for everyone to notice. The prince and his betrothal rarely were seen without the other and harder to separate, and his grace was easily annoyed in council. When the queen spoke, Jace was quick to disagree or roll his eyes and though he was always vocal of his opinions, the men around heard more of it.

Now, they stand on either side of one other awaiting the arrival of their new addition while filled with lack of patiences.

Once you walk through the doorway something stops for both of them and yet they brush it off for another thing entirely. Baela took it as jealousy when you walked with such beauty her eyes couldn’t seem to pull away. If you were ugly she wouldn’t have needed to worry about his heart being stolen away. Jace knew you were beautiful— but he knew nothing of your personality, but he thought it easier to wed you if you were good looking.

You halted your movements as you stood before the Royal blood, bowing your head quietly to show respect. “My Queen, it’s a honor to be welcomed by your hospitality.”

Rhaenyra flicked her eyes on your every move with a kinda smile, “Likewise.”

You straighten back up before she points to her side were they stand — eye’s taking in all your being. “My Son Prince Jacaerys and his other betrothed, Beala Targaryen.”

The sweet dark hair that swept his head and curled perfectly made you wonder what it would feel like to rub your hand through them. His pale skin with little creases or imperfections was stunning, he really was a handsome prince. But your attention was pulled away when someone wrap their arm with his causing you to look at their smooth hands — up to their stunning face.

Beala Targaryen was the apple of your eyes. You’ve seen woman who made your heart flutter but never in a way that you’ve felt as of now. Silver curls fell across her shoulders and a few pieces braided upwards to keep some hair out of her face. Just like Jacaerys, her features were something the gods should be jealous of, her skin looked soft and her eyes looked full of fire — nothing has ever made you more enthralled.

Bending your knees you bow again at yourr new betroths with a smile on your lips, “A pleasure to meet you.” You hummed. Jace and Beala glared at your frame in investigation to see what you were like.

“My son will show you around the castle,” she spoke and earned a heated look from the both of them but she stood her ground, “I am sure you will take a liking to this place in do time.”

Beala had to force herself away from her lover and watch him walk out with you by his side, a polite smile on his face that filled herself with rage and jealousy. She knew his charm, and you would fall quickly to it because of the way it was — no one could resist him in her eyes. No woman with eyes could. And yet her eyes followed you. Your lips moving to speak words she could not hear with a pretty smile that made her stomach hurt from seeing.

Why must the gods send someone beautiful to marry him? Has the pain she felt from him having to be with another not great enough.

The waves are loud enough to hear from the castle halls from the openings as you walk by the prince’s side. It was calming and felt warm. You listened to his thoughts on the castle of his and followed his every move into each room. But his words stopped a few minutes ago as silence took over. Jace could not think of anything to continue on about since this bored him a bit and he refused to look at more then he had to. He was keeping his thoughts on his love, on Beala.

“Forgive me my prince,” you stop and folded your hands together, he turned with a raised attention, “I am feeling quite tired, should we could head back?”

The sunlight came right through the glasses windows and covered you in the golden light making you looked divine. His breath hitched in his throat. A soft breeze stroked your hair and made the strands slightly move.

“Uh- hmm. Sounds like a wonderful idea, my lady.” You tried to show him gratitude but he walked past you again and found himself quiet again and shut you out.

Must interactions, had disappointed you forth on. Of course you knew they had been in love before you entered the picture but you’d hope they would spare you the cruelties.

Countless days passed at dragonstone while you found yourself alone and in need of company of anyone. Beala had only spared you a few words that you could tell were forced through her teeth before leaving you alone. You tried to talk to her like a friend would and show her compliments.

“I’ve never seen something as beautiful as your dragon riding,” you smiled when seeing her in the halls. You’d been on the beach and saw her and her dragon moved around in the air so gracefully.

“Thank you, My Lady.” Beala took off her gloves and never stopped her movements of walking. You watched her, wanting to reach out or follow her. But had to stay back with the sour strings of your heart.

Jacaerys wasn’t much better and If not more hurtful. Yes, he was a gentleman and at least acknowledged your presence when he saw you. But he was always going back to her side, laughing and joking while you had to stand alone with no one to talk too. It was painful to watch them. You wanted to be by their side. You wanted attention from the both of them.

Why couldn’t they see you weren’t trying to tear them apart?

— ‧₊˚ ࣭˚⊹‧₊˚⋆⁺₊ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆—

It wasn’t until you started to be more content with your self and ignored them as well that they started to notice the lack of you. Beala had grown used to seeing you in the halls early in the morning, she hated it but she was used to it… now not seeing your smile felt unsettling. Almost like she missed it. Or how you didn’t make many notices of her new dresses. Of course when you did talk to her it still was just as warm and happy as before.

Jace grew used to your voice when he’d spend a little bit of time, his mother making it his job to do so, but still he grew to appreciate the quiet time with you. At breakfast you’d always tell him good morning and chat small with him but that had been gone in these past few days. All he ever got was a small smile and a bow before walking off with little care for him.

Now as the candle light flicked across their skin making the shadows appear more light in his chambers they found themselves talking non sense. Beala had her fingers laced with his while rubbing her thumb over his warm flesh while watching him talk. A dark curl feel right above his eye as it always did after a long day and his styling wasn’t as strong as the early hours of the morning.

“Do you think we have been to harsh,” her sudden voice made the prince stop talking and turn to his betrothed.

“What do you mean?” Jace pondered to her. His eyes narrowed and head lean to the side in confusion. Jace wouldn’t remember doing anything wrong in the past few days and much less her doing anything.

Baela sucked her teeth and looked down at their hands grasping each other as she repeated her thumbs movement for comfort. “Lady Y/n, have we been harsh more then we should have?” Baela pointed out. The flash of all the times she saw just the slightest bit of hurt in your eyes as she walked away from you. Or when jace left you alone to be at her side.

Jace began to wonder the same thing, “I have been the most cruel, Jace. To think of being shipped of to a new place in the middle of this bloody war and be married off — while having no one to turn too. And the only people that should be at her side treats her poorly.” her voice breaks and eyes being to sting of the tears gathering.

Jace sighed deeply and tugged their hands up towards his mouth and kissed hers. He tried to give her a comforting smile, “In truth I have been finding myself think of her as of late,” jace confessed. Bales looked up at him and he began to regret his words. “My love for you runs deep and no one will ever pull me away from you,” he trails on.

“But, I have heard of lovers being more then two.” Jace leans back and Baela watches a grin form on his cheeks, “Targaryen woman are allowed to love woman, it’s not unheard of. My mother seems to be very content with Lady Mysaria in daemon’s absences.”

Baela sniffed and whips her cheeks as a laugh rumbles from her lips. Jace was always there to make her feel better and is why she found happiness with him, why she was in love with him. “I thought my feelings were just jealousy, but I think i would like to see her by my side as well.”

Jace chuckled and stared at his beloved and raised both his brows, “Don’t stop on my accord. She is very beautiful and sweet natured, nor has she ever not mentioned you while we are together.” Baelas eyes spark at the thought of you mentioning her or even wanting to get to know her.

“What has she said?” She grabs ahold of his arm breaking free of his hands, she seems to be wanting to gossip.

Jace rolls his eyes playfully, “I seem to recall her asking for you to join us on walks many times, or asking very light details of what you like.”

Baela seems satisfied to hear this but wants more details so she spends all night asking about every convenience you’ve ever had with him. Or what you are like, how you talk or act. And she listened like he was singing her favorite tone.

Dragonstone was once again touched by the sunlight as the morning arrived and the waves from the shores peacefully crashing against the sand. You needed fresh air and to be alone, so you went down to the shores without anyone noticing. The salty air had grown costume to your nose and now felt normal and comfortable, just as well as the constant noise of the sea. You snuck down as sand covered your bare feet and your body swayed a bit while closing your eyes.

The birds from above flocked and called out together just as dragons did normally, the birds had become your only source of inspiration. They had each other to migrate with when times got cold. They could spread their wings and fly were ever they wanted, never being bond by anything. It has been lonely without any friends or people you could turn to, your maids have been a big help but you couldn’t speak to them about your troubles.

It was painful to keep silent, to constantly be forgotten and forced away.

But yet you faced the path laid out for you by the gods, by your father and the queen to win the war. If they wouldn’t like you after you tried hard then it wasn’t worth the breath trying to convince them otherwise. It was better to get used to it then yearn for something unfitting for you. The warmth felt wonderful on your skin, and perfect temperature water ran over your feet once in a while. You wondered if after the war is over you could return home and leave them be to their own accord. Opening your eyes with a sigh at the thought, you found a few birds flying around each other that resemble dancing.

As you focused on what’s in front of you the pair drew closer towards you, trying gain courage from each other of what they were about to attempt. Their footsteps covered up by every other sound from the open scene around them.

Jace was the one who broke you out of your thought, “You had us worried,” he called out and had caught your attention as you spun around party to looked at him, and you noticed her as well. “Our knights thought you’d been taken.” you smile at his attempts to be friendly.

“My apologies, Your Grace, My Lady, it was not intention to cause a fuss.” you turned back to the waves. Jacaerys stepped closer while Baela followed at his side while they took you in, seemingly looking peaceful and the most beautiful they had seen you.

“I quite like being here, alone,” they didn’t hear any ill tone in your voice but yet they took it badly, you must have come her alone often then, “Makes it easy to think.”

“And what exactly has you taken so deep in thought?” Jace questioned while propping his arm on his sword handle. The cape that feel from his shoulders matched Baels, both red and textured like the black mimicked scales on their clothes.

“Nothing worth sharing, my prince.” You deflect his question and it makes him a bit upset. If he hadn’t acted sour towards you then maybe you’d feel comfortable talking like you normally did. Baela decided to take a chance at it and walks past her beloved and right next to you. Your shoulders almost touching.

“You should see it from above,” Baela smiled as she looked ahead, “Especially when the wings of a dragon dropped and the water hits you just right.” she recalls many time that Moondancer has decided to get closer to the water.

You smiled at the thought of being on a dragon even if it did scare you. Being hundreds of feet in the air, knowing you could fall off at any moment is terrifying. But not if you were the one with wings…you’d much prefer being the dragon.

“It indeed does sound wonderful, but I much rather stay on the ground.” You hum and place your fingers together. Before you would recoil in joy at the fact they are speak with you but you’re now spectacle of their intentions.

“I could take you on a ride sometime, Moondancer will find joy in another spectator.” this is her way of flirting or showing a way of her taken interest in you.

You sigh and placed your hand in a swift motion, you couldn’t help but get irritated by their behavior. Everyday since you have arrived they have no interest in talking or barely acknowledging your presence. Suddenly, no warning they seem to acted as if nothing happened.

“Forgive me, though I appreciate your efforts and proposals, I can not accept. Much to my dismay upon my arrival you both have been eager to push me way. I respect your wishes, but I will not accept pity lies. I shall have my solitude alone while you both continue on,” you nod before getting the courage to leave the situation before tension arises.

The lovers share a glance once again in regret and guilt. They could not put blame on you for rejecting their offers, nor too speak plainly about their previous doings. Jacaerys wasn’t going to let you think they weren’t genuine now of wanting you. Even if you still wanted nothing to do with them.

“My lady, forgive us for our wrong doings when you arrived. I wish I could say we had no ill intentions but it’s not good for royals to lie,” he licked his lips and draw closer towards you. “We couldn’t imagine letting another into our love, much less on who shares love for…Everyone. I thought i would be the main attraction,” jace blushes and looked away.

Beala steps forwards too and smiles, “I was jealous, there was no hiding it. As soon as you step through the doors I knew your beauty was unmatched, i felt the need to complete.” your heart skipped a beat when her soft hands grabbed ahold of yours, her eyes just a lovely as you hoped they would be.

“You wanted to love us both, not just one. We have been struggling with the growing feelings for you as well and wanted to make up everything we did.” her thumbs traces over your wrist and skin gently.

You’ve watched countless times of her soft caresses at the dinner table, how her thumb and fingers rub of his knuckles, and tight fist. The light reflects from her eyes, as if her emotions were the cause while looking at him. And here she is, doing the same with you.

“If you’ll allow us, we’d like to fit you in,” his figure grows closer, so close to yours and beside her, his eyes never leaving your face.

“After all, you’ll be our wife.”