[Me, Thinking About Something Important And Meaningful]

I can't stop thinking about the music and their vows

-I can't stop thinking about the way you can hear ten years of yearning in each stroke of the violins. Of longing. Pining.

-I can't stop thinking about the way the score is painfully melancholic and how it feels like every second of lost time and all they could have lived together had the gods been kinder. The children they would have shared. The loneliness they would have escaped.

-This score is the moment a lover's hand leaves yours. Their warmth is still present on your skin and yet somehow it seems cruel, a reminder of all that you desire, all that you do not presently have.

-And yet...

-And yet it also feels victorious. Through pain and torment, they have refused to yield. They have been forged in a fire that has hardened them to the world, but with each other...with each other, they are soft. They are safe. And they are filled with a happiness that has been earned one hundred times over.

-In this ceremony but especially this kiss, Daemon and Rhaenyra feel the emptiness of the past fade into the smoke as they are bonded as one, two souls never entirely whole without the other.

-And nothing captures their immeasurable connection quite like the vows, spoken in High Valyrian.

/ Blood of two / Joined as one / Ghostly flame / And song of shadows / Two hearts as embers / Forged in fourteen fires / A future promised in glass / The stars stand witness / The vow spoken through time / Of darkness and light /

-The Stars Stand Witness. There is something so profoundly intimate in this joining, this claiming. This is not the love of a single lifetime. It is something far more ancient.

-This is the story of two souls that have been connected through each and every life, not rooted in the soil, but entwined in the sky, in the very fabric of the universe, unburdened by all that is tangible.

-This is not the first time the stars have stood witness. It will not be the last.

-The Realm's Delight. The Rogue Prince. Joined as one. Now, and always.

"I want you, Uncle...the Velaryons are of the sea. But you and I are made of fire. We have always been meant to burn together."

i think they shouldve taken me on a polar expedition not because i would be useful or especially resilient but because my preexisting mental health conditions would have made me an interesting wildcard

vax crouching protectively over keyleth’s body, daggers out, snarling “don’t you even dare.  (bonus: marisha shouting “champion, my champion!”)

Some unexpected heroes

WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK ME ME ME ME ME ME

HAPPY LATE GENYA DAY!!!!!! 💜🍉

this was supposed to be posted on his birthday on January 7th, but i fucked up his arm and got annoyed and ended up not finishing it until today lmao

either way!! shoutout to genya…. the guy ever!!

That’s what a Champion Is…

Caduceus did say that’s what a champion is for. So would that mean the last thing to go through Keyleth’s mind was a desperate prayer to Vax’ildan. Or his sheer will to save the woman he loves. Either way it’s phenomenal 💙✨

Spicy Six as Troubled Birds