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@amongthevipers / starter call (for Kat!)

"I have no idea how you convinced Mother to allow you to travel here, but I am overjoyed to see you." There had been little news from King's Landing lately or, at least, little that had been shared with the Princess. Myrcella linked her arms with her sister's, the smile bright on her face. She had missed her family, or members of them, but she could no longer call the capital home - Dorne was her home, and she was thrilled to be able to share with her elder sister. "I cannot wait to introduce you to Trystane, or show you the gardens, they are lovely." Rambling, avoiding the question that would linger between them until one of them brought it up - why was Katerina here in the first place? "Will you be staying long? Please say yes."

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Short starter call for my strongest muses (specify my muse + yours if you're a multi): Daenys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Lyanna Stark, Myrcella Baratheon.

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@quccninchains / starter call

"It is not that I am unhappy about you marrying my Uncle." In fact, she is quite pleased that her Uncle is wed now - she had heard rumors that he might marry Sansa Stark, after the betrothal to Joffrey had been broken so her brother might marry Margaery Tyrell. The rumors that had traveled to Dorne had not been clear, but that was what made them simply hearsay until true word was sent by raven. And this raven had been clear: Myrcella had been summoned, but not back to King's Landing. To Casterly Rock, to join her Uncle and his new bride, and be the Baratheon Princess there.

It seemed a mistake to her. Would that not only fuel the other rumors, the blonde haired girl returning to her mother's home, just as comely and beautiful as Cersei was, though the opposite of her nature. Those were thoughts she kept to herself, not even trusted to Trystane, who she had had to leave behind in Dorne, and that was her grief now. No one here had the power to send her back to Dorne, or to summon her betrothed - was he even still her betrothed? Would he even want her again, after she had so easily abandoned him? - here. "I loved it in Dorne. The sunshine, the clothes, the people." The Prince, of course, though she would not say that aloud.

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@intcthatgoodnight / starter call (For Ned!)

"Do you agree with Father's decision?" Whether she was happy about it or not, she would not have a choice - a woman rarely ever was given a choice in this world, particularly a noble woman, and as the only daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, if he agreed to the betrothal, she would have no choice but to be thankful and accepting of it. She was not going to be thrilled at the prospect, as there were already rumors of her newly betrothed having fathered at least one bastard in the Vale. Men would do as they wished, while a woman must maintain and protect her virtue or be stained. "You certainly know Robert better than I. Do you believe he will be a good husband to me?"

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@stolenfates / vaguely plotted starter

She hadn't expected to be chased, particularly not by Prince Rhaegar, and not alone. Of course, the Prince thought he was chasing an errant and arrogant Knight, not a girl in disguise who had best felled three men in the tourney. She had hoped to get away and change, return to the tourney without her absence being noted by her brothers or her betrothed. Her excuse for slipping away had been flimsy at best, but Robert was not one to truly pay attention, and she had already commented to Ned once before that no woman would hold his attentions for long, not even her, no matter how much he claimed to love her.

So finding herself, cornered by the Prince, with most of the stolen armor removed, stashed aside, a shield thrown back further into the lower branches of a tree, she found herself without an excuse, the helm still in her hand, marking her guilty. Though was it truly a crime? She hadn't killed the men, only bested them at their own game.

"May I ask why I am being practically hunted by the Crown Prince?" Her question carries an air of confidence she isn't quite sure she possesses in his presence. Her horse was ready to ride, should she mount him once more and flee, but she was certain she would be caught again, as she had this moment, and it would only delay the inevitable, truly. Likely, the King wanted to know the name and face of the mystery knight who had felled three riders, before disappearing. "Should you not be at the tourney still, my Prince?"

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I will do those starters tomorrow. <3

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Short starter call for my strongest muses (specify my muse + yours if you're a multi): Daenys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Lyanna Stark, Myrcella Baratheon.

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In a nutshell @stolenfates

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“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother

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I want people to recognize how similar Viserys and Rhaenrya are because They both put their heirs in horrible fucking spots. Viserys has his heir, who is in a precarious position (due to her sex), and then goes on to have children (boys) who will be seen as more legitimate. Rhaenyra has her heir, who is in a precarious position (due to rumors of being a bastard which isn't even his fucking fault) and then goes on to have children who will be seen as more legitimate.

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The darkened hallway, the long sought resolution from the night he had abandoned her in the brothel, his thumb upon her lip, she could not stop herself, bringing her body closer to his, rising upon on the pads of her feet to reach his own lips, hungry and needy, as her back meets the wall, cold stone only causing a shudder to rush through her body, her hands twisting in his shirt, one hand only moving to grab his side underneath the shirt, pull him closer by the waistband of his breeches, pull him flush against her body. This is what she had wanted that night in the brothel, and she was not going to let him get away from her easily this night, not when he was clearly less inhibited by wine, for she could barely taste it on the tongue that explored her own mouth. Her own desires that night had less her to someone she would have never considered, guilt still felt over giving her maidenhead to a member of the Kingsguard, no matter how comely he was, how compliant, how willing he had been to her advances, in direct disregard of her Uncle's abandonment of her that night. Her thoughts pull her back, his bottom lip between her teeth, a light bite and tug as she pulls apart from him, almost pushing him away from her, not allowing him the opportunity to abandon her against a wall once again. She does, in that moment, indeed push him back, enough to get her own body away from the wall, and it would do him well, she thinks, for her to turn and abandon him, in this dark passageway, needy and wanting, his heavy breath against her lips enough to give her that notion, though it had done so once before. Her own thin nightclothes were less protection than the costume that Daemon had provided her before, which had provided her little safety from his wandering hands anyway, pulling down the breeches he had provided her, leaving her in humilation… it was time her Uncle received a taste of his own medicine, she pondered, reaching forth to kiss him again, deep and passionate, before pulling away entirely, maneuvering her body out of his grasp. Her hands trail across his body where she has held to his clothes as she pulls away, a tease, a smile on her face. "Uncle." Her word is said a smirk on her face, before biting her own lower lip, stepping away from him, walking back to the direction of her own room, confident steps until she reaches the end of the hallway. This is a game, a tease, and he deserves every moment of the torment. Her head turns, before she must to return to her own chambers. "Are you not going to follow?"

an INVITATION to sup with his family , extended to him by his dear brother. a move to SPITE him , he believes , after his recent tryst with the princess. he'd allowed the king to believe the lies spun by his hand ──── what harm was there , after all , when the rogue prince could use the story to his advantage ? to marry his niece , a woman of his choosing , one he had actually FELT something for , when the only thing he felt for his current wife was HATRED ? but his brother had scoffed , had ordered his return to his bronze bitch in the reach , casually mentioning his plan to marry rhaenyra off to the heir to driftmark. it had been a BLOW to the man's ego ──── again , his brother had thought little of him , had thought him to be a NEGATIVE influence in his daughter's life ; he would rather give his daughter away , to subject her to a marriage negate of love , than to see her HAPPY at daemon's side.

so he grins and bears it , drumming his fingers against the dining table , his eyes focused on the bride - to - be more often than not. he knows this is far from what she wants ──── a loveless marriage , her duty to her husband and the throne to lie on her back and bear his heirs. it is LAUGHABLE , if only because she did not fight her father on the matter as he had.

though , after having left her in that damned whorehouse , he supposes that the blame lies upon him.

the dinner comes to an end , and all parties retire to their chambers for the night , awaiting the eventful day ahead of them. he lies in his bed , an arm behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling , tapping his forefinger against his chest. she would be a MARRIED woman on the morrow , and he would be left to wander the realm , should his banishment be upheld , now a WIDOW after the bronze bitch's hunting accident. he could do something ──── he was the ROGUE PRINCE. his name , his title , carried weight. not with his brother , perhaps , but with the rest of the realm. why couldn't he take what it is he wants ?

his decision made , daemon exits his chambers through the red keep's hidden passageways , navigating toward those of the princess. it is with much AMUSEMENT that he discovers her in those very passageways , perhaps on her way to his chambers , or simply hoping that he would seek her out.

he closes the distance between them , not so much as a word ever leaving his lips. the pad of his thumb caresses her bottom lip , eyes searching hers for a sign ──── any sign that says that she does not want this. she need only look at him in such a way , and he would LEAVE her , if she so wished.

to his surprise , she brushes aside his hand , and it is BRIEFLY that his heart drops , so sure that this was the rejection he so feared. but her lips meet his , kissing him with such HUNGER , so reminiscent of that evening spent in the brothel. a rush of WANT floods his veins , and his eyes close, his hands moving to hold her face. he backs her into the wall , his tongue brushing against the seam of her lips before entering her mouth , a GROAN tearing its way out of his throat as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair.

fuck the king. fuck corlys and rhaenys. fuck the marriage they had forced their children into.

tonight , the rogue prince would not run.

tonight , he would take what he wanted. with fire and blood , if need be.

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if you’re ever losing an argument hit’em with the “you want me.”

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She smiles at the newly annointed Queen, both relieved at the removal of the burden of the crown from her shoulders, and aggrieved that it must now be shouldered by her son and his wife. Her own project has been set aside - Lyanna has never had much patience to these pursuits, but it seems to bring comfort to Alicent, so she is pleased to sit with her. Lyanna knew herself how difficult pregnancy could be, particularly one's first. Her own had been during a war, and even now in a time of peace, she knew it was difficult. The anxiety surrounding a first pregnancy never really abated with the subsequent ones, but at least one knew what to expect. Much like Alicent, she longed for a mother to be by her side when she had given birth. While neither of them had their own, Alicent would have her, at least. "As if I would leave you when you were bringing forth my first grandchild. If I do return to Winterfell, it will be long after the birth, my dear." She reaches over, taking one of her daughter-in-law's hands in her own, offering a reassuring squeeze. "If Jon wishes to be there, and you want him there, do not bar him access, but he will be anxious either way. You might find comfort in his presence, but you must concern yourself with you and the babe, in that order, Alicent." Of that, she would ensure. Most mother's and midwives would be concerned with the life of the child - someone must ensure the health of the mother, and Lyanna, who had nearly died of her own childbed fever with Jon, would not allow the same to befall Alicent. "I would not leave your side, even if you did not request it. Are you anxious? I can see it on your face already. What is it that worries you so?"

{☾} "I know that you've wanted to return to the North for so long," Alicent hummed softly, leaning back against the sofa, glancing up from her embroidery. Though she loved spending time with the rest of Jon's family, it was nice to be able to sit back and sit with his mother. Queen Lyanna--she would always be Queen to her, though it may be Alicent who now wore the crown--had been a second mother to her, even when her own dear mother had lived.

And with Alyrie gone now, her mother-in-law was an integral part of her heart. She had provided her with a shoulder to cry on, sage advice when she was terrified, and all the life lessons a young woman needed as she aged. Queen Lyanna had been the one she sought out prior to her wedding and listened to her concerns--both embarrassing and valid. She felt so guilty for what she was about to ask.

Alicent took a long sip of her tea, letting the herbs warm her bones, her hand resting over the swell of her belly--a small smile tugging at her lips as the babe stirred. "...would you consider coming back for the birth?" She finally asked, tilting her head to the side. Her brows knit together and she almost seems to shrink into herself. Like she was smaller for asking.

It felt so SILLY to ask--she was the QUEEN now and should be above girlish fears--and she almost wished to take the request back. "My ladies have told me that it is...inappropriate for men to be in the chambers and I do not know if Jon would want to be there. I just..." She dips her head, a stray tear dripping onto the soft satin of her embroidery.

"I would want my lady mother there if she was still here but she is not and you have always been..." Alicent brushed the back of her hand against her cheek, biting her lip. "You've been a second mother to me, your grace. I can understand if you'd like to stay here, but I would prefer to have a kind soul with me through the labors."

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"If he touches you again, I'll kill him."

— to bae <3 from zalisdarys

MEMES / @zalisdarys

Laughter passes through his lips. "You? Kill him? Oh, don't make me laugh." There was a mug of ale already in his hands, though he ought to go find something reflective, see if the punch would leave a mark. Strictly speaking, neither of them were meant to be out of the Red Keep, and returning with a black eye was likely to cause some ire, though he was doubtful. Bae was practically invisible, which was just the way he liked it. The only way he could be more forgotten by his parents is if he had joined their brother, Daeron, when he had been sent to Oldtown.

Still, if their mother did happen to notice his very minor injury, she might chastise them both, and Aegon took it far more to heart than he did. "Relax, I do not even recall his appearance." He does - has scrapped with the same man in the same pub before, without his brother's presence. As lucky as he is to be the forgotten child that still resides in the Red Keep, the provisions of a prince without the responsibilities, he is also far less noticed. Perhaps it is because he does not sport the same unearthly appearances of his siblings, with their silver hair and purple eyes. He does not mind it. "Have another drink, brother. We came here to have a good time, but if this alehouse is not to your liking, we can find another." He adds, a smile on his face, the scrap forgotten, his hand clasping as his brother's shoulder, almost a plea to let it be forgotten. There is no need to raise alarm, particularly the City Watch, this night, when they are meant to be celebrating.

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UNDER THE CUT ARE ROLEPLAY PROMPTS TAKEN FROM GRRM’S FIRE AND BLOOD — FOCUSING COMPLETELY ON THE DANCE ERA. change pronouns as desired / preferred. altered slightly to fit dialogue format. part two.

tws: misogyny, violence, swearing

" the tedium of rule is left largely to the king's small counsel, and his hand. "

" the sheep are prettier then their women. "

" he has no living son, _ is the rightful heir. "

" nor did he have much of a taste for the joust, hunt, or swordplay. "

" his daughter was his life's great joy, he'd often said. but a brother was a brother. "

" in the absence of a trueborn son the king's brother would come before the king's daughter. "

" if the precedent set by the great council is to be followed, a male claimant must prevail over the female. "

" i wager he'd finally had a surfeit of his ambition. "

" _ is not the strongest willed of kings, it must be said. "

" he does as they bid more often then not. "

" no amount of argument shall sway me from my course. "

" there could be no possible objection to his choice of bride. "

" her ladyship shows far more interest in flying then boys. "

" it was not rebellion the prince has in mind, he sees another path to power. "

" of themselves, the isles are of little worth. "

" he's doubtless pleased to be rid of him. "

" it is an endless round of feasts, balls, and tourneys. mummers and singers heralding the birth of each new princeling. "

"she has proven to be as fertile as she is pretty. "

" _ protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from _ ? "

" though the queen has given the king not one, but two male heirs, he has done nothing to change the order of succession. it is not an issue he cares to revisit. "

" he loves both his wife and daughter, and hates conflict and contention. "

" so long as he lives, rules, and keeps the balance, the feasts and tourneys shall continue as before, and peace will prevail. though what of after the king passes ? "

" some have observed the dragons of one party snapping and spitting flames at the dragons of the other whenever they chance to pass near each other. "

" in the tourney itself, i had much the better of it. “

“you unhorsed all of the other champions.”

" as to what happened after, we must look toward our more dubious chroniclers. "

" you were cheering the loudest. "

" though he treats me with all the courtesy due to my station, there is no warmth between us. "

" neither age nor exile has changed his nature. "

" you are the fairest maid in all of the realm. "

" the whole tale has come out, and no small part thanks to him. "

" who else would take her now ? "

" he should be put to death immediately as a traitor. "

" your grace, you must not. there is no man as accursed as the kinslayer. "

" all the more reason to bind them together in marriage. "

" the boy is _ 's own blood. she wants him on the throne. "

" great lords and dashing knights flutter around you like moths to a flame, vying for your favor. "

" did he pay court to you ? "

" what of it? i do not like the taste of fish but when it is served i eat it. "

" you are being an ungrateful daughter. "

" it is a strong match. it was of great concern to us to choose the right one for you, and it is done. "

" what of your own succession ? you need heirs, with a suitable match."

"what a king has done, a king can undo. you will wed as i command, or i shall make your brother my heir in place of you. "

" i am the blood of the dragon. and meant for more then to live out my life as the wife of a common sellsword. "

" if you could set aside your vows, why should marriage vows mean anymore to you ? "

" i saved my maidenhead for you. take it now, as proof of my love. "

" perhaps when he learns i am not chaste, he will refuse me. "

" a joyous celebration has become the occasion of grief, and recrimination. "

" the coolness between the king's wife and the king's daughter is plain for all to see. even envoys have made note. "

" we all must find our own solace, whereever we will. with whomever. "

" the king hopes to prevent any enmity between the two boys by raising them as milk brothers. "

" there has come a tragic mishap, of the sort that shapes the destiny of kingdoms. "

" ' to put my wife to rest', he'd said. though more likely it was to lay claims to her lands, castles and incomes."

" his presence here, is unwelcome. and will be, should he attempt to return. "

" you should not fly any longer. not until the babe is born. "

" i have heard it said that more then just your husband, was at your side at your birthing bed. "

" do keep trying, soon or late you may get one who looks like you. "

" he is a father now, he will have changed. "

" he is as big and red faced, and healthy as his brothers had been. "

" features that some at court have called ' common.' "

" he sat the babe upon his knee, and was heard to say, ' one day this will be your seat, lad. ' " / " one day this will be your seat, lad. "

" the sins of the father are oft visited upon the sons, wise men have said. and so it is for the sins of the mothers as well. "

" i would ask your blessing, your grace. and your permission, for a betrothal of marriage. "

" this enforced closeness has only served to feed their mutual mislike, rather then bind them together. "

" many and more will have reason to wail, and grieve, and rend their garments. "

" some claimed a ship was waiting for him offshore. he was never seen again. "

" there was no shred of proof, then or now. "

" the cruelty of children is known to all. "

" you stay away from her!"

" even at ten, he has never lacked for boldness."

" call it boldness, call it madness, call it fortune or the will of the gods or the caprice of dragons - for who can know the mind of such a beast ? "

" to so name them is tantamount to saying they are bastards, with no right of succession, and that i myself am guilty of high treason. "

" should anyone, man, woman or child - noble, or common, or royal, refer to them as such again, their tongues shall be pulled out with hot pinchers. "

" your false smiles and empty words deceived no one, save for the king. "

" these vile rumors and base calumnies must end. she will return to court with me, you will confine yourself to your seat. "

" he shall serve in his stead as your shield. "

" these rulings have seemed to please no one. "

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning