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would you accept her rose? y/n? 🌹

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would you accept her rose? y/n? 🌹

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it's almost valentine's day??? who wants kisses from daenerys???

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it's almost valentine's day??? who wants kisses from daenerys???

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I AM NO GOOD NOR EVIL,simply i am.

and I have come to take what’s mine ( please, don't look at me. i can see it in your eyes, he keeps looking at me. tell me, what have you done ? ) ©

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h0td mutuals – specifically targ or targ adjacent muses – if you need any au ideas for a got verse, consider the following:

rhaella had many miscarriages before giving birth to daenerys, what if one of them lived and daenerys has another surviving sibling?

did i say sibling? no i meant niece / nephew. what if rhaegar had a bastard child?

what if viserys had a bastard child in essos?

what if rhaella had a lover that helped viserys and daenerys flee to exile?

what if aerys had a bastard child / multiple bastard children that robert baratheon didn't know of when he took the throne?

what if rhaella had a bastard that aerys never acknowledged / thought was killed at birth?

what if rhaella and aerys had another sibling / daenerys has cousins?

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

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not me considering switching to windows so i can replay the sims 2 😭

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Heed my words, my queen. The House of the Undying Ones was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.

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Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

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GAME OF THRONES 3.08, Second Sons

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you’re laughing. i told you i loved you against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance, and you’re laughing.

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I’m going out of town for just under a week and I’m not bringing my personal computer, just my work computer, so I won’t be posting ic for a little bit (which sucks bc I just got back into a small groove!) but will be here on mobile for ooc dms / small dash interactions 💜💜💜

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

ahh tysm 💜 and i'm excited to write more with your characters !!

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❝i’m afraid for you.❞ | @heireign

HER WORDS GAVE DAENERYS PAUSE. No one had been quite so direct with her about their concerns in returning home. It was true that her advisors often spoke of the challenges that may await the mad king's daughter when she crosses the narrow sea, that her victories in Essos would mean little to the commonfolk when she arrives with three dragons at her back. They told her all they knew of the five kings that vied for her seat, but they were not the blood of the dragon – and perhaps they shared Rhaenyra's fears, but perhaps she had a perspective they did not.

The younger queen's brows furrowed, her hands clasping Rhaenyra's with a gentle squeeze, the blood of her blood – the last of the dragons and a dynasty long lost. "Tell me what you mean," Dany insisted, "What do we have to fear when my children are nearly grown?"

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Standing over the dragon’s eggs that Illyrio had given her when she wed. She touched one, the largest of the three, running her hand lightly over the shelf. Black-and-scarlet, she thought, like the dragon in my dream. The stone felt strangely warm beneath her fingers… or was she still dreaming?