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JACE HAS BEEN MOVED (TEMPORARILY) TO → DISRAPTURE.

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yea i think i'm gonna be active here and on bale @urgeth

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i am thinking....

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#notmyjace

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i added daeron 2 my multi bc i cant be stopped.

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INDEPENDENT multi-muse, of fandoms such as: the walki.ng d.ead, ga.me of th.rones, baldur's ga.te 3 & more as written by north. ALL FOLLOWERS must be 18+ to follow and interact, heavy themes will be present, as well as MATURE CONTENT. ( author previously known as damien ) rarely follows first.

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just an fyi & apology, i am a slow writer. i am also slow out of character. i take absences whenever my mental health deems it and often times w/o warning, never take this personally please, i do what i gotta do u know? but please know my discord is always available and that i will try to get back to you in a timely fashion! feel free to add me : lordrosfield.

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nighmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

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penname change!!!! since i've picked up damien thorn as a muse, i thought i'd make things less confusing by changing my alias to north! i will put a preface on my current blogs that damien was my old alias and that you can still call me by it!

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🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆 🏆!!! :’)

TYSM I LOVE U !!!!

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trying to get my drafts finished if yall couldn't tell. listening to naruto openings while i do them. jace vibing 2 naruto rn:

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GHOSTS AMONGST HEAVY GLOOM & ROLLING FOG, IF THERE WERE EVER A TIME ... then seeing ghosts, would be appropriate now. stumbling across sand, like a babe taking it's first steps, jace's hands reach out towards the boy— pale and salt warn, ruddy knuckled and chapped— how long had he circled this 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 village and never come down? IF ONLY HE'D COME SOONER, if only he'd taken vermax to ground when he'd first seen it.

how many days has it been since he returned FROM THE NORTH? since he first set on dragonback to join his mother's search? five? ten? lucerys had been beneath vermax's wings all this time, and not in ravaged pieces still marked by dragon teeth, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎.

his little brother was alive, their kinslayer uncle ... mayhaps no kinslayer at all.

" l- luke? " repeated again, the prince's hands grip too tight- one on each of the boy's arms- and pull him quickly into his chest, tucking his stature close like they had not hugged since they were much smaller children, AND LUKE STILL FIT UNDER HIS CHIN.

though it had only been A MATTER OF WEEKS, it felt as if years had spanned and passed them by. each circle of these shores and it's surrounding sea, several months in comparison to the hours that were actually spent. luke's "death" weighed 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 on himself and their mother, but it was she- bleary eyed and tired, that could not find sleep out of an inability to mourn. RAGE WAS WHAT KEPT JACAERYS AWAKE.

rage and revenge.

something that was quiet at this moment, his mind only echoing with the roar of waves lapping the stony shore, and his little brother's breath next to his ear.

it is bad timing, he thinks, that there is a dragon flying overhead at the same time he had taken the boat out for fishing, dragging it with him from the sands closer to the shore. he could have returned inside ― but then the boat would be left outside on its own, and ronnel had trusted him with the task, had trusted him to do so on his own, and he did not want to disappoint him. after his kindness, he did not think there was any sight he wished for less than a dissatisfied expression on his face.

he had awaited for him to leave, and instead a lordling steps unto the sands, walking towards the houses and away from the dragon, and luke's eyebrows furrow as he watches. he does not know what he could possibly want here. a dragon means a targaryen, he remembers from what he had been told when he had awoken, made countless questions in an attempt to fill the void, and a targaryen means the royal family. but what a royal might wish amongst them, out of all places to go, he could not imagine. ever since he had arrived at ronnel's house ( arrived is perhaps too kind a word, he admits. washed ashore, mind wiped clean, unable to remember why he was at sea. a shipwreck, he guesses, considers it the most logical answer without another manner of answering it ), he had seen no nobles. there was no reason for them to be there, no great market or holdings. there was a market, small as it was, however. perhaps he searched for supplies for a journey.

( there are no reasons for a noble to set foot upon the village. at the back of his mind, he considers for a moment if they had known each other before his memories had been gone, but that seems unlikely )

and yet, as the other boy gets close enough for him to distinguish his factions, he utters his name. it takes him a second to understand it, to recognize he was speaking to him ― luke, he calls him, the one thing he had awoken with, no past and nothing to hold unto except a name that had felt right to his bones. eyebrows furrow once more, confusion washing over his expression as he blinks. “ yes, that is my name, my lord. ” he answers, after a few seconds pass by. “ were you searching for me for something... ? the market is further inland, if you wished for supplies. ”

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JACAERYS IS AS RESTLESS AS AN OPEN OCEAN DURING STORM SEASON. shores he bites at, full of seafoam, and frothing as a result of angry waves. he is a 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, his mother's dragon and bares the crest as her heir, but the sea was supposedly in his veins too— and even if not there by blood, it was placed there BY THE MEN THAT HAD RAISED HIM. his lawful father, ser laenor. and his grandsire, corlys.

it is because of the fire and seasalt in his ire, that he cannot let this go. he misses his luke, HE MISSES HIS BROTHER, and it was far from a closely guarded secret. aemond targaryen knew the taste of steel once and by a 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗'𝚜 hand, but jacaerys promised he would know of it's taste again; the young man's knuckles tightening as he grips his hand into a closed fist around the pommel OF HIS SWORD.

" mother ... " he greets the woman in return, HEAD NOT YET TURNING TO REGARD HER, as he instead chooses to keep bloodshot eyes on the horizon. some might regard this as 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 treatment of their queen, but in this moment? neither is she a queen, nor he a prince named her heir. they are mother, and they are son. a lady and her child CLAIMING to be a man grown.

jace drops his hand from the pommel of his sword, fingers trembling in a way only a mother might notice— his lip quivering with it, like he might yet cry again, as he had when he had first 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 with his mother. only the difference between THAT MOMENT, and this... was that it was no longer agony which lead him to tears. it was anger, an anger that he found he had no place to put. the deaths of his father and ser harwin, they had been wounds that healed— but lucerys? that was a wound that he could AND WOULD NOT staunch.

" i find rest evades me, i've tried, but my mind... " how does one quiet the rage? the thoughts? and how does one fill the void with 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 those things?

SHE SEES NO END TO THESE RESTLESS NIGHTS, despite how they wear on her days. the crown requires a clear head & yet she's become all clouds. just as they desired, to rattle her down to the foundations — snuff the fire of the dragon before it can be stoked. THEY CANNOT ALLOW THE FLAME TO DIE OUT. torn between the longing to retreat into herself, throw away the key & to burn all that comes between her & the throne.

it cannot all be for naught- swallowed whole by the memory of tattered clothes & a torn wing. his only remnants after taking flight, the terror that now threatens to grip her when her children are not by her side. THIS IS WHAT THEY WANTED. particularly that vile son of theirs, since that childish incident so many years ago (...) he never could let anything go.

❝ jacaerys. ❞ such notable relief each time upon finding him safe & sound. so many thanks sent to any who would listen each time he returns home unscathed. ❝ you look tired. ❞ quite sure that is the last thing he wants to hear, but it slips past her lips all the same.

i. ) IF I COULD ONLY BEAR IT FOR YOU, I WOULD.

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

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🏆 ✨ absolute perfection ✨ 🏆

omggggg NO YOU !!!!!

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me thinking abt how jace would and does die for his brothers ty for coming to my ted talk at 6:30 pm on a wednesday.