#krigare

[altanirynsi]

Helpless Helpless, Are you even there Breathless, My breath is reaching out for air Out of a stormy Sea, defying gravity, out of reality Take all I have No looking back Find another ending...

Companion to Silenced

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Flashing lights, potential spoilers

Title: Freaky Game

Editor: Nuke AMV

Song: Twisted Games

Artists: Night Panda, Krigarè

Anime: Kaguya-sama: Love is War, Tomodachi Game

Category: (Dark) Drama

[squirrelfm]

Squirrel FM: Because payback's a bitch.

[wornkindness]

not to say there aren't gates or walls, because there are, especially around the palace itself. but in many places are also many places where the land owned by the crown ends in like part of the forest or on one side of a river. so while there are markers, the boundaries in some places are less than clear

[rcyaledits]

KRIGARE FASHION AESTHETICS *ੈ✩‧₊˚ SPACE EDITION

[ask-sebastian]

alright, we're not done raging yet....here's my flo go to's when it comes to rage (with the hard task of trying to avoid one's i've already posted):

WE RAGE ON!

No shame in posting ones we've already posted. We come back to them for a reason.

I was looking for a good excuse to post this one again.

And because Florence does scorn rage so well:

I'm making myself a little Villain Era playlist now.

[heartcarried]

     "is that something you would like?" his tone is hushed, a question for her and her alone. "to have your brothers come here?" it had been something he had been considering asking her for some time now, but he didn't want to broach the subject unless he knew for certain it was something that could be done, rather than it remain in the realm of ideas. "i could see to it, simply say the word."

@homebehind ┊┊⋆˚ *♞‧₊˚ starter call

[wornkindnessa]

amelia & obi wan aesthetics   ⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚   @kenobiian​​

send "🌅" for a moodboard of our muses.​

[staredits]

for @sanktasolntse​

[jedimastre-archive]

for @wornkindness ♡

Ben could remember the weight of the coffin that held his King, the harsh edge of it digging into the muscles of his shoulder, he could still hear the sounds of heavy breathing from the other men chosen to bear this final duty. Such memories he surmised would be with him for the rest of his life. None of that mattered now, not when he was given another task, another duty. Not just to the realm but also to a singular Princess.

Though he hadn’t felt pressed to do anything about it, it seemed his honor alone allowed him access still to the royal household as well as to court. And while he hadn’t exactly reached out to her, he knew there would be a time when they would eventually have to talk.

Sitting on the stone bench just in the gardens, the sounds of life continued despite the blanket of mourning that covered every inch of this place. 

Leaning heavily with both elbows on both knees, he stared at the stone underneath him.

It didn’t take long before he sensed another presence nearby, a natural knack that won him favor, “It is rude to stare. Are you going to join me or sit in the shadows?” Ben called out, sitting up straight and finally taking a deep breath of fresh air. His hair had grown since the King’s death though he still wore the very same armor – sword sheathed in its leather case on his hip, its brightness hidden.

[starsspin]

           There’s a small wave of her hand as she easily closed the space between them. “Oh, journeys are always long and uncomfortable. Not that I can say for it being different on the back of dragon.” Despite her words, her smile is warm as she takes Rhaenys’ hands between her own. “Though the Driftmark is always a welcome sight. ” Its then her gaze drifts downward to the young girl beside her, whom Juniper could see was fighting the urge to cling to her mother’s skirts. She released one of the princess’ hands to offer to her daughter, who was quick to accept it between both of her own. “It was not all terrible, I did have excellent company.”

@ofvalyriansteel​    ​

[insufferablygood]

King, from the time before he was even old enough to understand he knew it was a title he would inherit, his whole life molded for it. And yet it still feels utterly strange. Of course she's worried, he's been awake for too many hours, he doesn't even know how many. He doesn't fight as she pulls him down to sit, easily he shifts to lay his head in her lap. Desperate for the slightest brush of peace. "They keep telling me I have to move." His office, his personal space, the rooms he and Thea shared, to be moved to those of his father, his parents. The idea of it sets a knot in his stomach. "I'm running out of excuses to delay it."

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[thefeatheredsnake]

Sergei - snabbporträtt i bläck m Peter Stormare

En snabb teckningsövning för att pröva 2 nya reservoarpennor mynnade ut i ett porträtt av Sergei, en karaktär inspirerad av – Peter Stormare Det var en händelse som såg ut som en tanke. Under ett besök på Pen Store för påfyllning av lagren uppmärksammades jag på att Preppy, en av mest populära reservoarpennorna, också är rysligt billiga – knappt 50 spänn pennan. Men de används av proffs överallt…

[wornkindness]

there are also several herds of deer that live around the palace. they are wild and pretty much have free rein to go wherever they please. they are curious and semi timid of people, as in they tend to keep their distance / run off if someone approaches them. but they will also eat right out of amelia's hand. one or two have accidentally wondered into the palace and had to gently be ushered back outside

[rcyaledits]

KRIGARE FASHION AESTHETICS *ੈ✩‧₊˚ STAR WARS

[high3ver]

@kenobiian said: ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

perhaps it is an odd thing, to find a young woman like her so much on her own. and, often, she is accompanied by someone, whether friend or sibling. the night around them must make it stranger still - - - it is a rare family that allows their daughters to walk the dark unaccompanied, even within the walls of their own keeps.

"i went for a walk," elissa says, one she pauses in, now, her hands folded demurely before her, her gaze clear and steady. there is no abashment, no fear - - - not even shyness. "but i am rarely ever alone." and sure enough, from the dark behind her, a form takes shape - - as if from the shadows themselves. first one large paw and the nanother, and then her mabari hound's head, eyes gleaming near her shoulder. the dog does not growl, does not snarl, but by his sheer size he is deterrent to trouble - - - and explanation for the ease of her solitude. "we are rarely one without the other," she explains, resting her hand on gawain's shoulder. warhound, yes, but friend as well - - - her most valued "posession," though she would hesitate ever to call him such. "i could ask the same of you."