#savagedottir

[korolnichevoya]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.  

@savagedottir​ asked:                         35 for the spotify meme?

                                                     ________________

                                         35. hi, my name is lonely - stef                                                      ________________

                HE  CAN      practically  feel  her  rage ,  the  fiery  grief  and  anger  rolling  out  of  her ,  putting  the  electric  charge  of  a  coming  fire  in  the  air  and  nikolai  wonders  briefly  if  he’s  in  danger .  the  monster  inside  him  squirms  to  get  out ,  to  remove  them  from  the woman  it  perceives  as  a  threat .  nikolai  squashes  it . 

                if  the  now - king  had  to  make  a  professional  guess ,  it  would  be  that  the  coronation  has  triggered  lark ,  pouring  her  grief  over  vasily  back  to  the  brim ,  only  this  time  it’s  directed  at      him     . 

                ❝    lark .       LARK     .  stop .    ❞  it’s  a  quiet  but  firm  command ,  hands  coming  up  to  grip  the  woman’s  shoulders .  

[orcristwielder]

Thranduil <3

•THIS MEME• @savagedottir — currently accepting!

Thranduil — Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

[tofeelthecold]

spotify wrapped meme || accepting

@savagedottir​ said: 56 (Oblivion - Bastille)

Lucien hated this, he hated being in this court and he didn’t feel safe. Not after everything that happened but he was here to check on Tamlin. As much as he disliked what had happened between them and what Tamlin had done he was here and he was going to have deal with it. Looking at Lark he tucked some of his auburn hair behind a pointed ear. “You’ve always take it further,” he stated.

[kcrclrezni]

😶+ " Did you even mourn your brother?"

uncomfortable questions meme

“My brother may have been an absolute idiot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss him tremendously. Any hard feelings, any bitterness between us didn’t make us anything less than brothers. You do know I loved Vasily, right? I’m not a monster… He’s still the one who taught me how to ride and cheat at cards and he had my back so many times as a child, taking the blame for me breaking mother’s favorite vase or that one time I snuck a goose into Father’s office…

I’m sure it wasn’t your intent to make the question seem accusatory, but I have to wonder what I’ve done to make it seem as though I haven’t mourned my brother. Would it have been better for me to appear a mess before all of Ravka and our enemies? Ah, I’m sure the Darkling would have loved that… No, I was not afforded a proper mourning period, let alone time to bury his body. I had to do my duty as a soldier and protect my family and my people from our attackers. Then I had to finish the war he so foolishly thought he was going to claim the credit for ending on that fateful night. Do you think I had even a spare second to ponder what I could have done differently between the night he died and the morning of my coronation? Hardly… Ever since, it’s been my duty to be strong for Ravka.”

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

For: Lawril | Lark :: @savagedottir​​ Unspecified Muse: Almáriel Verse: Main

  It didn’t take long for many of the Númenóreans who had escaped the Sinking of their home island, to notice that Almáriel was pulling away from them. Many of the orphaned mariner’s children who had survived, were taken in by families to give them a new start. But it left the young healer pretty much on her own, although she was happy for the kids she once cared about.

  There had been many attempts by both Númenóreans and other Men visiting the newly established Gondor to catch her attention. Yet no one had ever managed it. Partly for she held no interest in getting a partner but also due to her friendship with Isildur and his family. She didn’t want to be used as a way to gain access to them, not when they were some of the only people she actually trusted nowadays.

  And it was that long time trust and friendship that would help to calm the restlessness that Almáriel had been feeling for a few months now. As she had finally been given permission to go travelling, even if it was only to Annuminas, Lord Elendil’s capital of Arnor.  But both Isildur and Anárion made only one request: to take someone else with her as a precaution. 

  That was the reason why the grey eyed healer with her golden hair tied back in a simple braid and dressed in neutral clothes of greys and greens, was waiting at the gates. She was waiting for Lark to make an appearance.

[gccdstories]

@savagedottir / hit the heart /

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, but more than that, he likes the quiet of the night and the stars in the sky, twinkling overhead. Like it finds a calm in him, and he relishes it.

Rhysand hears someone stepping near, and he turns. His shoulders are tense, but not as they had once been-- some wounds have healed.

A bit.

❝ I guess sometimes, we all get just what we wanted. ❞

[thegreatstrongbow]

@savagedottir from [X]

“Do you truly find it so bad?”

He adjusted his cloak, boots crunching in the snow. He loved winter. The cold was invigorating.

“I like it. The breeze makes it all feel so ethereal. Like I walk in a dream.”

[admirableringmaker]

@savagedottir from [X]

He laughed.

The king was dead. The last vestige of his enemies burned under his black boots, smouldering ash. His power surged, fire crackling in the joints of his armour. So close - he would win this battle and he would find himself renewed, throw aside the curse that laid on him, and take his true form once more.

Then he would be God-King and Middle-Earth would be his.

This she-elf did not frighten him. He mocked her, bowing as if they were knights at a tourney, and his voice echoed like thunder over the din of battle.

“I shall take more from thee yet, elf.”

He raised his mace and it burst into flame. He swung it down towards her skull.

[starlsssankt]

❝ you swore to protect me. ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, an almost bored expression crossing his face. Like their words mean nothing to him, or perhaps they are just ones Aleksander has heard one too many times. And their meaning has long since disappeared for him.

❝ What do you think I was doing? ❞ he asks, the exhaustion-covered curiosity coating his tone. He raises an eyebrow, and stalks closer to them. ❝ Why do you think my actions were as they were? Did you think I did not care for you? For all of you? ❞

Because maybe that was the problem. Maybe he has spent so much time trying to fix what had become broken, that they no longer realize it's broken. That they see his actions as atrocious and criminal--not as the salvation that the Darkling knows they are.

If only they could truly see...

mention // @savagedottir

[korolnichevoya]

please sir- may i have unhinged asks?

@savagedottir​ asked:                         Lark was never good at initiating social interactions. It was especially obvious when she shoved the gift into his hands.  " I saw it and thought of you. If you don't like it, sell or something."  Inside was an ornate compass. Lark quickly walked away.

                      THE  INTERACTION      is  over  in  a  flash  and  it  leaves  nikolai  blinking  and  confused .  she’s  gone  before  he  can  even  call  her  back  and  he  huffs  just  a  bit . 

                      ❝    wild  woman ,    ❞  he  mutters  before  looking  down  at  the  small  box  in  his  hands .  almost  delicately ,  he  opens  it  to  see  a  beautifully  crafted  compass ,  the  dazzling  hand  pointed  firmly  north .  his  thumb  brushes  over  the  gilded  face  and  he  lets  out  a  breath .  ❝    well - - -  thank  you ,    ❞  he  murmurs  to  the  empty  air . 

[orcristwielder]

[ CROWN ]

•THINGS TO DO WITH HAIR PROMPTS• @savagedottir — accepting.

IT WAS STRANGE TO HAVE A CROWN OF FLOWERS placed upon his head. Dwarves were very particular about customs and hair, that it only be their close family or their significant other - their One. Lark had slowly become someone Thorin could trust, although it may have been a rocky alliance due to her being elf and that he still held such a deep hatred for said elves. So, in all technicality: Lark was the only other elf that the ruler could tolerate, aside from Elrond. So, for him to allow anyone to place something so simple upon his head?

Certainly different.

Bright blues looked to the woman as his head lifted, a soft expression replacing the confused look the king held only moments prior. His head tilts as his lips quirk into a brief smile, as brief as it can possibly be.

"What's this for?" The dwarf asked, a thick brow raising in question toward the other.

[tofeelthecold]

spotify wrapped meme || accepting

@savagedottir​ said: 24 (Without Me - Halsey)

“Does it ever get lonely up on your pedestal?” Cassian smirked as he rustled his wings. It was all official business but he was here and he wasn’t about let the free time go to waste.

[affcgato-archived]

@savagedottir​: ❔ send  ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! (always accepting) (I’ll be adding Clary in even though she’s over on @masterwcrk​​ because she’s waking up)

okay so grishaverse first, Matthias & Jordie are eyeing that bodyguard verse a smidge. 

Clary & Genya are my only muses with a posted Bridgerton verse at current, but that is definitely an option.

Clary tentatively has a Dune verse where she’s part of the Bene Gesserit, so that’s an option I hesitantly put out there- I’m still working through that canon. 

as for main verse, Jonathan’s Prince of Edom verse could be replotted to work well with that, but I feel like we’d probably have to plot a bit so I understand your lore a bit more before I determine who else to throw at her ^^

[dracharenae]

Lark is 5'3'' :3

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S! ( accepting ) || @savagedottir

✹ —  basically  . . .  rhaenys towers over lark.

[gccdstories]

“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.” @ azriel

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. He doesn't know, but sometimes, it feels that way. That the blood staining so many hands always has a purpose. It's for the greater good, they'd always say. It's to save this, or redeem that...

Always a reason, always an excuse.

❝ Does that make them any better, then? ❞ he ponders softly, lifting dark eyes to them. ❝ These atrocities? If their reasons be just? ❞

Somehow, Azriel doubts it does.

mention // @savagedottir

[princguard-a]

                                                         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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