#idk why this is so long truly

[visxionaries]

who: @northernglorie when and where: the path directly before the open doors leading into the grand feasting hall; lord omer florent had just departed from his king's side, having received some news that would not bother him as much as it would upset his wife. cedric remained, if only to take a moment of respite - gods knew he felt as though his head were spinning.

the smell of the smoke within the air that had been smoked just moments prior by the high commander of the reach continued to fill the air around him, despite the fact cedric tyrell remained against the same set of winding stairs leading back up to the main entrance into the feasting hall alone - omer florent had begun to make his way back into the crowds, no doubt seeking out his wife to be the barer of bad news. he would have accompanied the man back into the hall at least, though the conversation which was hinted with a sense of disbelief had now return that familiar feeling of anger deep within him.

and cedric tyrell did not appreciate feeling anger, whether it was the light sort that remained on the tongue, or the ancient reawakening of some feeling of resentment that remained deep within his gut.

because once he walked back into the grand feasting hall, he would once again need to continue with the mask he had worn since t he moment he had heard the news; the mask that had only slipped in his tense conversation with lord gael hightower, where he had asked the young lord openly whether he intended to push forward his own claim to oldtown. when he was scanning for an understanding of whether gael hightower was telling the truth; and he could only truly confirm this was not some larger scheme when he noted the way in which the man's hands shook in shock and numbness. numbness that would transfer to pain, considering a mother too had found her end of days arriving far sooner than any could have expected.

he would need to maintain that composure, as the other reach councillors were informed one by one; and truly, cedric felt a sense of responsibility weighing on his shoulders. should he have been more present in the goings on of the hightower?

should he have somehow found a way to know? how could he have, unless he had some reason to enforce tyrell guards searching the hightower - and there had been no reason. and still, one of his council members who had risked and done so much would once again feel a sweeping loss. it were like standing in that council chamber again as tirius rowan announced the news. a sense of dread flowered in the pit of his stomach, knowing it were just recently mathis rowan had returned to court - how he would find it just the same. how he would find it ever worse. the man rested against the garden stairwell, made of white stone for a moment; a hand running over his dark curls as it always did when he was feeling stressed.

and then his back straightened, and his senses focused on the sounds of the fountains and the sound of approaching footsteps. when his ocean hues looked upward, he found himself looking upon a member of winter itself; he knew prominent members of other courts, and it was the princess glorie, the lady of the dreadfort that had come across him this moment. he exhaled slightly, knowing the last thing they needed were some rumours to begin to spread from this chance meeting.

"your highness." cedric greeted, bowing his head as his tone displayed the epitome of southern civility - a contrast to the atmosphere coming from the woman of the north. as far as he knew and understood, she was a woman wrapped up in duties of her own: including securing a payment that was lost to the iron bank at the hands of valemen. "i do not intend to remain from the festivities for much longer." she would have seen omer walking by her - and he wondered if she had heard anything. no. cedric had spoken quietly for a reason.

but princess glorie was concerned with a debt that was to repaid, for the sake of dealing with the manderlys as well as paying back the iron bank for their loans. another realm, that could find themselves in contentious waters with the iron bank - for the north too, had a debt to repay. a debt cedric would not mind aiding in should the situation come to the lowest of points, in exchange for lesser interest and a longer repayment plan - that was only if the vale was not able to cough up the money sooner. or, the reach could provide the gold to pay the tides over. and then he stepped up the steps, making it clear he was not to stay; but passing closer by her regardless.

if it were possible the sea lord would find issue with cedric's stance regarding the infant heir to oldtown, he knew what he would need to do to maintain an advantage on this side of the narrow sea. cedric had no master of coin - he, in this moment, was his master of coin. for his master of coin was dead, bottled by his mad aunt; the blood of his mother on his hands. "though, i admit to having intention to speak with you - whether it is done now, or on the morning, is your choice. sooner would work better than later, considering travel plans have shifted."

[todayisafridaynight]

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[daz4i]

wait so chuuya has angel imagery about him in stormbringer. and dazai is referred to as a demon on more than one occasion. and. hold on. wait. I'm going insane. hold on.

[overly-verbose]

Does the Kahoot theme apply at all to the upcoming chapter?

To some of it, certainly!

Some of it not, especially after A Point - but yeah lol, pretty accurate besides that 😂

Everyone's doing some THINKIN' there

(maybe some overthinkin' in places, heh - but honestly one really can't blame them 😂)

Poor SIkuna, man - Sweet Dreams were not made of this 😔😔😔(😂)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the boy-but-not-that-way-ism of riz gukgak send tweet

[why-the-heck-not]

no those aren’t weird sex noises coming from ur neighbour’s apartment; it’s ur local insomniac slap & folding bread dough in the wee hours of the morning

[cerealbishh]

"You're pretty new at this whole relationship thing, huh?"

"... Yeah."

[velvetjune]

is there a reason or theory to why Tom Zane in Alan Wake 1 (who presumably is someone Alan manifested to be a bright presence guide) introduced Scratch and, later in the DLCs, stopped answering Alan after he questioned Zane for writing a page about his childhood

[graceful-not]

Experimenting with an Echo design ..

[theclearblue]

I'm gonna get into a brawl with my mother one day don't be surprised when I get on the news

[suddencolds]

~

[lunarharp]

wip thing...

of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)

they mean the world to me

[whatever-you-can-give-me]

all variety of vows

trigun 98 post-canon au, millywood & vashwood, rated T, 15k. wolfwood takes care of kids, ponders his existences, and processes trauma.

[sipsteainanxiety]

mha nation how yall doin

[httpiastri]

Don’t worry anon, I’ve got you 🫶🏼

this is AWFUL