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hi guys !! time for another check in. i hope you are all doing well, i keep wanting to come back here and write, but life is so busy at the moment with work, training, family and uni that its quite hard. if anyone would still like to write with any of my characters, you can catch me on discord at tiggypiggy

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epi 6/7/8 starter call !! as i have literally just watched them all, please give this a like for a starter of varying length based around the last three episodes of season two - specify which muse you would like the starter for, if you are a multimuse then please specify your own muse as well.

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i will be popping replies in the queue tomorrow, whilst i watch the last three episodes

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i'm just gonna binge the last three episodes after work tomorrow then write on tuesday

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i am still here, i've just been a bit sick and busy with work! i'm behind by a couple of episodes, so will be catching up this weekend then should be back!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤindependent multimuse of 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 && 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 characters ㅤㅤㅤfrom the world of asoiaf - predominantly based during the dance ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤof the dragons.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwritten by tig ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤre-established 23.06.24

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guess who is still sick

i ended up being a lil sick today after the ren faire yesterday, but i'm off tomorrow, so i'll queue replies for the week then

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i ended up being a lil sick today after the ren faire yesterday, but i'm off tomorrow, so i'll queue replies for the week then

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I had a party at the nursery today and a ten faire tomorrow, so will be about on Sunday

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the work of the needle and thread was one of the few things taught to the young queen that she welcomed by the septas of the keep, the miniscule actions to create a picture of creatures she held dear to her forever immortalised in handkercheifs and garments - when her mind became plagued by feelings and images, the distraction of needle piercing flesh-of-cloth was welcomed. her finger tips had grown rough with callouses from the hours spent creating her pieces, the flesh now red from where the eye of the needle had pressed in. a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips as jaehaera traces the image of the beetle, the iridescent thread shining a multitude of colours as sunlight streamed into the nursery. moving to place the embroidery hoop at her side, the young queen gently pats the wooden horse on the tip of its nose, tracing the intricate carving - careful to not capture flesh with flesh. " i find your ideas refreshing, haera. "

jaehaera admires her mother's work with needle and thread, because she creates magic on fabric. the little girl does not have the patience for needlework, nor any interest in it, but she loves her mother's creations. many of her dresses are embroidered by the young Queen and haera loves to wear them. small fingers brush over the scarab beetle as she inspects it intently, noticing the details her mother wove into the image. it is a testament of helaena's love for the creatures she keeps and jaehaera thinks that is beautiful. not many people are so passionate about things. her father is only this enamored with wine and she doesn't think that counts. when her mother asks her a question, the small child looks up and shakes her head. "no", she says, because beetles are her mother's passion, not hers. jaehaera prefers other animals, like rabbits and mice and rats and squirrels. her hand holds out a wooden horse, silently requesting to go see the horses at the stable later. jaehaera loves to pat their soft fur and bury her nose in it. great-grandsire otto has gifted her a pony for her last nameday and though she refuses to ride it, she loves to be close to it nonetheless.

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of course he wasn't. it wasn't his decision to come to dragonstone in the first place, wasn't his decision to join a war that held no significance for bear island nor any positive impact on his house or men - his dad, and lord, thought differently. though his northern features are sharp and hardened in the presence of the true queen, there is a tremble to the corner of the lips and a slither of fear in the irises of the lord heir of bear island.

hesitation is evident as lips are parted and words frozen in his throat, the thought of a blade in his hands and the coating of blood and mud mixed upon his armour. the death that would await him, he could feel it in his bones that his death would be made in this war - he thinks of dacey then, his sister's omens of death. " these lords will not listen to me, your grace. i am but an heir, as jacaerys is, not a lord. a cub not seasoned for the talks of bears."

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"You   are   one   of   the   only   northern   men   we   have   at   the   moment,   Lord   Mormont,   are   you   certain   you   wish   to   go   to   battle?   Cregan   was   wise   to   send   seasoned   warriors   but   I   cannot   spare   you   or   the   greybeards   in   smaller   battles."   Ones   that   can   be   reduced   by   a   dragon.   The   North   is   going   into   winter   soon   and   those   who   had   made   it   to   Dragonstone   cannot   be   spared,   200   men   were   not   enough   but   they   were   seasoned   and   if   anything,   they   had   more   spirit   in   them   than   most   of   the   men   in   her   council   who   questioned   every   move   she   made   or   lack thereof.  

"If   you   die   in   battle   we   have   no   voice   of   the   North   here   to   speak."   And   she   hopes   she   can   persuade   him   to   stay.   The   greybeards   are   good   but   most   of   them   are   not   Lords,   and   the   council   will   only   hear   of   the   great   houses   of   the   North.

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" must i ask for the blessing of my sister, who is lord of house mormont now i may remind, to have my friend use my given name? " a mischievous smile pulls at her lips as she waves away maerys' concerns; dacey had never been one to enjoy her bloodline, most of the smallfolk on bear island often referring to dacey by her name or as the bear maiden - much to her father's dismay. " and if you are to deliver my children, to care for us, then i must insist you call me dacey. " she would leave no room for arguments. her focus moves down to her stomach, pale fingers tracing circles along the curve in a comforting motion for herself and the babes. " the old gods have always seemed to favour me and keep me safe, i suppose they had a hand in how long i have carried this set of cubs. " the weirwood planted not to far from the small holding seemed to hum in appreciation, unbeknowst to the women inside the walls. " a little nauseus, as normal, and i felt a little bit of cramping in the middle of the night. i did not want to worry you though. "

"that we are, mylady", mae agrees with a smile and a chuckle, but she shakes her head. "but it would be disrespectful to call you by your given name. i am a bastard from a noble house that long since lost its fortune. i cannot equal myself to you in that way. you come from a fine bloodline and...such." she gestures around, as if that underlines her words, before turning her attention towards the more pressing matters at hand: dacey's well being and that of her twins. the births of multiples is always a fairly dangerous and tricky thing, because they most often come early and it is very common that at least one of them is breech. nonetheless, maerys has full confidence that dacey will do amicably with her help. "that is good to hear. everything necessary has been prepared well in advance and i am surprised you have even carried them for this long, given how low your belly is. but every day more inside your womb is good for them. have you felt any cramping or pain, aside from the aching of muscles?"

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asoiaf: sword of storms starters

❝ why would the stars want to look down on one such as me? ❞ ❝ sometimes i think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. maybe pretending is how you get brave. ❞ ❝ come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. something. ❞ ❝ some battles are not won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ old stories are like old friends. you have to visit them from time to time. ❞ ❝ still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some. ❞ ❝ and i tell you truly, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ nothing will happen to you. nothing. i could not stand it. ❞ ❝ in such troubled times, it is hard to know friend from foe. ❞ ❝ you hide behind courtesy as if it were a castle wall. ❞ ❝ why do i enrage you so? i’ve never done you harm that i know of. ❞ ❝ it seems to me that a ruler who trusts no one is as foolish as a ruler who trusts everyone. ❞ ❝ love’s not always wise, i’ve learned. it can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts…wherever they take us. ❞ ❝ only lies offend me, never honest counsel. ❞ ❝ it was never my wish to sow enmity between us. ❞ ❝ best you were taken to your bed for a long resting, until you are stronger. ❞ ❝ even brave men blind themselves sometimes, when they are afraid to see. ❞ ❝ no harm will come to you, you have my word on that. ❞ ❝ the worst is behind us. don’t be frightened. ❞ ❝ silence. have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ there is something we must speak of. will you walk with me? ❞ ❝ you shall rise again, i am sure. a man like you. ❞ ❝ i am not a cruel man. you know me. ❞ ❝ the world grows a little darker every day. ❞ ❝ i have need of good counsel, and you never gave me less. ❞ ❝ you are a treacherous old rogue, but a good friend all the same. ❞ ❝ madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ if you love me all so much, why are you still dressed? ❞ ❝ you’re mine. mine, as i’m yours. ❞ ❝ wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood. ❞ ❝ one voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found. ❞ ❝ when it comes to battle, discipline beats valour every time. ❞ ❝ sometimes the best thing you can do is nothing. ❞ ❝ it is too late for ifs, and too late for rescues. all that remains is vengeance. ❞ ❝ only blood can pay for blood. ❞ ❝ why do you hesitate? kill him, and be done. ❞ ❝ i will fall into those eyes and drown. ❞ ❝ harsh justice is still justice. ❞ ❝ i am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. ❞ ❝ there’s a storm coming. a bad one. ❞ ❝ men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them. ❞ ❝ the greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. ❞ ❝ all these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers. ❞ ❝ you were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞ ❝ i walk alone with no true companion but tears. ❞ ❝ there is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. ❞ ❝ there are fights no swords can win. ❞ ❝ here you are my guest, and safe from harm at my hands…this night, at least. ❞ ❝ i love the smell of you. i love your hair. i love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. ❞ ❝ i am alive, and drunk on sunlight. ❞ ❝ we look up at the same stars and see such different things. ❞ ❝ let them kill me. so long as i die fighting, a blade in hand. ❞ ❝ they are still behind us. they are taking us one by one. ❞ ❝ cry if you must. in your place, i would likely rip my hair out. ❞ ❝ would you wake me, please? i’m having this terrible nightmare. ❞ ❝ i know what it is like to love so greatly you can think of nothing else. ❞ ❝ if truth be told, i’m bored with your company. ❞ ❝ i am tired of fighting you. what say we make a truce? ❞ ❝ no man grows rich by kindness. ❞ ❝ it is well you did not lie to me. i would have known. ❞ ❝ the blood of my enemies i will shed gladly. the blood of innocents is another matter. ❞ ❝ i do not know who you are, and it may be that’s for the best. someone important, i fear. ❞ ❝ is every word you say a lie? ❞ ❝ why should i tell you my name? you haven’t told me yours. ❞ ❝ you are weak as a child, and no warrior. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ if you lie to me, i will have your tongue. ❞ ❝ you’ve grown more amusing since last we met. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i might have a few private words? ❞ ❝ i dreamed a dream, no more. go back to sleep. ❞ ❝ this is a bad place, is it not? a dark place, and foul. ❞ ❝ i did not intend to give offence. forgive me. ❞ ❝ you have never feared to speak the truth, why do you lie to yourself? ❞ ❝ the music’s still playing. might i have this dance? ❞ ❝ your eyes give the lie to your tongue. ❞ ❝ let me go now. for our friendship, wish me luck and let me go ❞ ❝ a wise man never makes an enemy of a king. ❞ ❝ this must be our last time together. the danger is too great. ❞ ❝ some day try thinking before you speak. ❞ ❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞ ❝ you must not be saying such things, even in jest. ❞ ❝ what we want is not always what we get. ❞ ❝ put up that sword now, unless you want to be hurt. ❞ ❝ sometimes a man knows more than he says. ❞ ❝ when i don’t fancy a man’s eyes, i put an arrow through one. ❞ ❝ my heart is full of doubts. ❞ ❝ in times like this, we must make do as best we can. ❞ ❝ i never dreamed how quick the sweet would turn to sour. ❞ ❝ my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. ❞ ❝ the stink of death is fresh on you. ❞ ❝ you have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end. ❞ ❝ the higher the man climbs the farther he has to fall. ❞ ❝ i was hoping one look at this sweet face of mine would be enough to persuade you all of my innocence. ❞ ❝ after all the storms we’ve suffered, you should trust me better. ❞ ❝ you can kill your enemies, but can you rule your friends? ❞ ❝ could there be honor in a lie, if it were told for a good purpose? ❞ ❝ i am the monster they all say i am. ❞ ❝ pray excuse me, i need to hit someone very hard with a sword. ❞ ❝ you did your best to kill me. perhaps i ought to return the favor. ❞ ❝ you do, don’t you? you take me for a fool. ❞ ❝ we’re all just songs in the end, if we’re lucky. ❞ ❝ there is a long league’s worth of difference between wilful and stupid. ❞ ❝ you…a man like you brings blood with him. ❞ ❝ when did i make so many enemies? ❞ ❝ i must be strong. if i despair, my grief will consume me. ❞ ❝ give me sweet lies, and keep your bitter truths. ❞ ❝ i know what it is to be betrayed by men you trusted. ❞ ❝ all my victories turn to dross in my hands. ❞ ❝ it is a pleasure to look on you again, even in such trying times. ❞ ❝ are you scared? have you lost your belly for fighting? ❞ ❝ you were so long, i feared something had gone amiss. ❞ ❝ any man who must say ‘i am king’ is no true king at all. ❞ ❝ always keep your foes confused. if they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next. ❞ ❝ small men curse what they cannot understand. ❞ ❝ if you’re lying to me again, you won’t be leaving here alive. ❞ ❝ it all goes back and back to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. we are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us. ❞ ❝ when you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him. ❞ ❝ a pure world. i do not belong here. ❞ ❝ you make me sorry that i am not the monster you would have me be. ❞ ❝ i crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. don’t tell me to leave. ❞ ❝ my big mouth will be the death of me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ we have suffered much, and there is more peril and more grief ahead. ❞ ❝ i…i suppose i earned that. ❞ ❝ begging for help never gets you any. ❞ ❝ you’re not made to lie. you blush and squeak and stammer. ❞ ❝ one day you must tell me all. the good and the bad. ❞ ❝ and there is stands, miserable as it is. my ancestral home. ❞ ❝ whatever i do, all i make is death and horror. ❞ ❝ it is safer to walk in darkness here. there are things you would not wish to see. ❞ ❝ you have a certain cunning, but the plain truth is you talk too much. ❞ ❝ that might have hurt me once, when i still felt pain. ❞ ❝ we will fight a battle, and then we will rest. alive or dead, we’ll rest. ❞ ❝ every man must die. but first he must live. ❞ ❝ all night i have been making songs for you in my head. ❞ ❝ my blood, my body, my songs, you own them all. ❞ ❝ if you lie i’ll punch your face. ❞ ❝ what a fight that was, and what a foe. ❞ ❝ be quiet. i will tell you when you can speak. ❞ ❝ forgive me. you have to forgive me. ❞ ❝ never lie to me. never betray me. ❞ ❝ there are two sorts of people. the players and the pieces. ❞ ❝ the only thing i value less than my life right now is yours. ❞ ❝ perhaps i should leave you here to rot if you’re going to be so discourteous. ❞ ❝ i hadn’t forgotten, though i hoped you had. ❞ ❝ i can still bite and kick. i’ll die with the taste of blood in my mouth, that’s something. ❞ ❝ you bray like an ass, and make no more sense. ❞ ❝ you do not belong here. this is not your place. ❞ ❝ i’m not going back to sleep. my head is all a tumult. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard. ❞ ❝ a man who fears battle wins no victories. ❞ ❝ you’re not half bad with a sword, but you’re not good enough to take on two hundred men by yourself. ❞ ❝ that is a good color on you. it goes well with your eyes. ❞ ❝ if blood is what you wish, then let it flow. ❞ ❝ i liked you well enough…but i never trusted you. a man needs to earn my trust. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you know who i am. ❞ ❝ i have told you no lies. yet there have been truths i have withheld. ❞ ❝ pardon me if i do not weep for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll find nothing here but death. ❞ ❝ don’t…don’t talk like this. you’re scaring me. ❞ ❝ you must be very brave or very stupid. ❞ ❝ i gave you the truth. you owe me the same. ❞ ❝ that loose tongue of yours will be your undoing. ❞ ❝ i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears. ❞ ❝ it will take more than an arrow to kill you. ❞ ❝ the sound’s inside, it’s in here with us, and it’s getting louder. ❞ ❝ see? we know each other too well. ❞ ❝ you meddle in matters you do not understand. ❞ ❝ i have no luck. i have never had any bloody luck. ❞ ❝ do all gods feel so lonely? ❞ ❝ you are strangely quiet. how do you feel, i wonder? ❞ ❝ stop trying to think up ways to kill me. none of it will do you any bit of good. ❞ ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ ❝ we’re together, just as you’ve always wanted, just as we’ve always planned. ❞ ❝ wars are won with quills and ravens. ❞ ❝ if only i had my sword, nothing could harm me. ❞ ❝ a valiant deed unsung is no less valiant. ❞ ❝ there are wolves in these woods, and worse things. ❞ ❝ say nothing of what we’ve discussed here today. to anyone. ❞ ❝ you’d best go. you’re making me angry. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ an ill-omened name. i have asked you not to use it. ❞ ❝ you cannot hide from me. come closer, now. ❞ ❝ there’s no cause for all these tears. ❞ ❝ it is good that you have woken, but you must give yourself time to heal. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in hiding and sneaking. ❞ ❝ come with me. we have to get away from here, and now. ❞ ❝ kings are falling like leaves this autumn. ❞ ❝ you don’t know half as much as you think you do. ❞ ❝ you seem so sombre. is aught amiss? 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the palm of her left hand is sore, blood pooling beneath pale flesh and seeping through the broken skin of the dragon's claws - the pain was numbed as grief and guilt had overtaken her senses. images of the keeps walls flittering past as she ran for her mother's chambers flash before her eyes, the sting of the blade at the base of her throat bringing her injured hand to the healing cut, the carving of flesh echoing into her mother's voice from behind her.

she does not move. her feet are cemented to the flagstones, nails slowly digging into the curve of her clavicle as she continues to replay the night in her thoughts. perhaps, if it were her mother in the position that she was posed, heleana would be the one to be grieved for a kingdom NEEDS a male heir. " i will sleep here. "

she   stood   by   the   threshold   to   the   room,   so   empty   now.   where   they   been   two   beds,   now   there   is   only   one   and   she   aches   for   it.   she   had   been   taking   care   of   Jaehaera   for   the   moment,   not   wishing   the   girl   to   see   her   mother   in   this   state   for   a   whil.   her   heart   aches   at   the   sight   of   her   sweet   girl,   who   shows   every   emotion   in   a   way   alicent   never   was   allowed   to,   alicent   grief   is   so   silent   she   only   allows   it   when   she   is   alone,   a   dull   pain   she   does   not   bring   tears   to   her,   only   when   guilt   courses   through   her.   but   heleana   is   someone   who   is   more   empathic,   dreamers   they   call   her.  

"heleana."   she   calls,   gently,   stepping   into   the   room,   eyes   following   the   empty   spot   and   standing   beside   her   daughter   but   not   touching   her,   unless   she   wished   to.   so   many   times   she   had   pushes   away   from   her   embrace.   "jaehaera   is   asleep   in   my   bed.   perhaps   it's   best   you   share   my   room   as   well   tonight."   a   small   comfort   for   the   three   of   them   while   men   discuss   matters   of   war   that   now   cannot   be   avoided.

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the sept was a place dacey had long since avoided, even on her trips to the southern regions as a child she found them eerie and disabling of the old gods whom had cared and watched over the mormont family for generations. yet here she stood, features locked in childlike puzzlement at the queen mother's actions. though her answer does not satisfy, the bear maiden shakes her head and moves to kneel beside the queen mother.

" do you believe in this war, your grace? " her voice is whispered, her thoughts wandering to her older brother who stands for rhaenyra against his own choice, her younger sister in the training yard of the keep and her bears back home. " we are not close and i do not claim us to be, but you are wise."

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{☾} She doesn't open her eyes from her prayer, the hot scent of melting wax swirling around her. Alicent sighs softly, hands still folded before her.

"We mourn all who have perished in this conflict," she corrected quietly, brows furrowing though she keeps her eyes shut. "Regardless of their allegiance--I pray that the Gods shepherd them from pain."

Her heart lurches and she shakes her head. It was all senseless bloodshed now.

"Why did you wish to seek me out, Lady Mormont?"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤindependent multimuse of 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 && 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 characters ㅤㅤㅤfrom the world of asoiaf - predominantly based during the dance ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤof the dragons.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwritten by tig ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤre-established 23.06.24

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thoughts on the episode:

smug mf aemond

i just love when heleana speaks, she could be saying the silliest or saddest thing and i'll just be heart eyes

jace is serving this season, i swear.

that shot of daemon at the fireplace moving to rhaenyra at the fireplace? cinematic bliss

and i oop daemon

cole has lost not one but two women from his choices in life

mommy - stop making me cry aegon