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Like for a little something. Multis please specify muse or at least narrow it down for me. You can specify verse but it's not necessary unless you want a specific verse <3

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ㅤㅤㅤMORTHEN  WAS  ALWAYS  A  FAVORITE.  There  is  a  reason  their  friendship  has  lasted  even  after  his  patronage  came  to  an  end  when  she  left  for  King's  Landing  all  those  years  ago.  He  and  Lyandra  both  have  always  been  good  to  her,  and  she  has  returned  the  favor  in  kind.  But  the  past  between  them  is  not  wholly  buried,  as  evidenced  by  the  looks  they  share,  the  obvious  attraction  that  lingers.  She's  spoken  to  Daemon  of  it,  and  with  his  approval,  why  shouldn't  she  indulge,  if  her  old  lover  still  has  interest?  But  of  course,  she  won't  tell  Morthen  that  quite  yet.  It's  much  too  fun  to  tease  him  over  it,  to  see  the  flashes  of  worry  when  he  thinks  Daemon  might  take  his  head  for  any  small  transgression.  ❝ He  is  King-consort,  now,  ❞  Mysaria  corrects  him,  her  eyes  following  his  fingers  as  they  graze  her  skin.  ❝ If  he  knew  you  were  doing  this,  he  would  cut  off  your  hands.  Go  any  further,  and  he  would  put  your  head  on  a  spike.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤBut  there  is  a  tease  to  her  words,  as  morbid  as  they  may  be.  It  is  always  a  pleasure  to  be  able  to  wrap  another  around  one's  finger,  especially  a  man  as  powerful  as  Morthen.  Oh,  but  it  is  all  in  good  fun.  The  trust  between  them  is  not  something  easily  betrayed,  and  surely  he  has  known  her  long  enough  and  shared  her  bed  enough  to  be  familiar  with  her  games.  She  lets  her  body  relax  against  his  chest,  pressing  her  hips  back  just  enough  to  tempt,  yet  she  could  still  claim  it  as  accidental.  ❝ But  there  are  some  things  worth  dying  for,  no?  ❞  Her  head  tilts  back,  dark  gaze  finding  his  own.  Mysaria  takes  one  of  Morthen's  hands,  placing  it  to  the  center  of  her  chest,  then  guides  it  upwards  to  rest  at  the  base  of  her  neck,  all  the  while  her  eyes  never  leave  his, and she whispers,  ❝ Am  I  worth  the  risk?  ❞

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜ (@mysria & morthen)

Morthen's   hands   moved   with   deliberate   care,   fingers   deftly   unwrapping   the   silk   that   clung   to   Mysaria's   form.   His   eyes,   a   stormy   shade   of   lilac,   never   leaves   hers,   even   as   the   fabric   revealed   more   of   her   skin,   only   a   glimpse   through   see through   clothes.   The   intimacy   of   the   moment   was   palpable,   a   silent   testament   to   their   shared   past   and   the   trust   that   still   lingered   between   them.   As   he   freed   her   from   the   last   of   the   silk   around   her   waist,   his   lips   curled   into   a   half-smile,   his   voice   a   low   murmur   that   carried   both   a   hint   of   amusement   and   genuine   concern.

  "If   your   Prince   knew   of   this,"   he   began,   his   tone   teasing   yet   serious,   "he   might   indeed   demand   my   head."   He   paused,   allowing   his   fingers   to   brush   lightly   against   her   bare   skin,   a   gesture   both   tender   and   possessive.   "Or   is   he   King   Consort   now?   I   keep   forgetting   their   costumes."   He   jest,   taking   the   silk   fabric   and   letting   it   fall   to   one   side,   before   hands   move   to   her   waist   to   turn   her   gently   around,   hands   working   on   her   hair,   her   body   pressed   to   his   chest   in   turn.

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WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

iced over, out of the sun. Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

tagged by: @zobriezalarys (ily <3) tagging: steal it from me !

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ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ.

queen alicent hightower from george r.r. martin's fire and blood/a song of ice and fire with book and show influences. written by cali.

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mys' most in-character moments this season have been

jumping at the chance to murder royalty

stirring up the smallfolk to take up arms against the upper class

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this is exactly how I picture mys when (per my headcanon) her hair starts turning in her late-30's

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ngl "devious wench" made me laugh irl tho like how do people actually talk like that unironically. that's not even old fashioned boomer talk that's straight out of the middle ages lmfaooooo

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see this is exactly what I was talking about. the fact that people feel so comfortable being so openly homophobic and misogynistic just. I wish I could say it was surprising but this shit gets enabled all the time. the irony that this wasn't even on my fyp here (I'm avoiding it like the plague) it was on my fyp on a different blog that typically gets different content.

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no matter what happens they can never take this from me

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they're gonna make her the "third wheel" and sideline her in her own canon relationship(s), mark my words

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oh and I will be blocking for any character hate / misogyny / racism / homophobia thrown at m.ysaria over this. if that wasn't obvious enough.

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I have mixed feelings

That backstory change is absolutely not canon here lmao fuck off. what is with this fucking inc*st obsession and just adding the worst shit possible for no reason besides a certain writer (hess) has a fucking obsession with r*pe. obvs mys was abused enough in her life as a slave and a sex worker and they did NOT need to add that.

icb they're baiting me with The Throuple but they're probably gonna make it some weird cheating angle instead of poly and I'm scared of that. if they actually do go for the poly route I will take back my negativity around it but again . . . I don't fucking trust them to do that the way they're already handling the individual dynamics here.

them stripping away the inherent trust in mys's relationship with d.aemon and transplanting it onto r.haenyra is a bit of an issue for me. like yes I think she came to trust r.haenyra absolutely but it's different from having 20+ years in someone's life and d.aemon being the only one she could depend on for so long.

I also don't like the way it feels like they've stripped so much power away from m.ys's character and they've turned yet another woman in this show into a perpetual victim. m.ys wasn't fucking powerless her entire life, she took her power back herself after she came to k.ing's l.anding. she did that shit!! she wasn't just staying there suffering the whole damn time. she didn't need r.haenyra to "free her" just like she didn't need d.aemon to "free her", he just helped her handle her shit. and like yeah d.aemon did play a part in that so she's always going to be grateful, I'm tired of them stripping the nuance from her character and this dynamic and relegating it to "men always bad no matter what, every woman's primary character trait is being abused, sex work ick we can't possibly be nuanced about it or allow a woman to have any agency when she's in that field of work" like be so fucking fr right now you goddamn weirdo writers.

The worst part is that I know mys is gonna get a lot of stupid hate thrown at her character for this bc of how they're portraying this and because she is now "in the way" of two of the most popular ships in the show fandom and of course that's gonna be heightened and spewed with all kinds of misogyny and racism bc she is a woman of color.

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ㅤㅤㅤIN  HERE,  THIS  IS  MYSARIA'S  KINGDOM,  NO  MATTER  IF  SHE  HOLDS  CONTROL  OR  SURRENDERS  IT.  She  knows  sex  the  way  a  Maester  knows  medicine,  an  expertise  honed  through  years  of  service;  though  once  an  unwilling  profession,  now  she  has  turned  it  into  power,  finding  joy  in  how  she  uses  her  body  for  herself  and  her  own  desires  rather  than  leaving  it  to  the  whims  of  a  careless  clientele.  In  here,  she  can  make  a  queen  cry  her  name,  feel  every  inch  of  her  beauty  beneath  her  fingertips  and  take  pleasure  with  a  woman  that  a  lowborn  such  as  her  would  have  once  never  been  allowed  to  touch.  She  can  claim  it's  all  for  Daemon's  sake,  to  keep  his  wife  well-cared  for  as  he'd  asked,  and  perhaps  that  is  what  the  queen  needs  to  hear.  But  she  would  be  lying  if  she  were  to  say  that  it  was  not  for  herself  as  well,  to  deny  that  part  of  her  had  wanted  this  for  a  more  selfish  reason as simple as desire.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ This  is  why  I  like  you  dragons,  ❞  she  teases.  ❝ You  do  not  fear  carnality.  ❞  And  there  is  a  truth  in  Rhaenyra's  words;  she  has  been  lonely,  too.  More  than  she  could  admit,  both  of  them  being  apart  from  their  shared  beloved  for  so  long.  It  is  only  right  that  they  should  find  comfort  in  each  other,  all  things  considered.  Perhaps  it  was  inevitable.  They  come  from  different  worlds,  but  they  have  always  been  tethered  by  one  common  factor.  Her  name  is  a  sweet  song  upon  the  other's  lips,  focusing  as  she  feels  Rhaenyra's  body  begin  to  reach  a  climax,  indulging  her  by  letting  her  fingers  slide  down  and  push  into  her  entrance,  thumb  still  massaging  her  clit  as  she  pumps  into  the  queen's  clenching  walls  to  draw  out  her  climax.  ❝ There  you  go.  I  can feel  you  on  my  fingers,  my  queen.  Ecstasy  looks  beautiful  on  you.  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤBut  once  the  queen's  pleasure  is  guaranteed,  her  mind  focuses  on  her  own,  driven  by  Rhaenyra's  own  words.  ❝ Jaelā  nyke  sylutegon,  gevie?  Mērī  lo  kostan  ao  sylutegon  sizi,  ❞  Mysaria  pants,  her  breaths  growing  more  shallow  as  she  feels  herself  reaching  her  own  peak.  The  Lyseni  grasps  at  the  other's  shoulders,  pushing  down  as  she  drives  her  hips  forward,  grinding  into  her  until  she  feels  that  sudden  eruption  send  shockwaves  through  her  core  with  a  gasp.  ❝ Rhaenyra  ─  ❞  she  moans  her  name  in  pleasure.  Mysaria's  body  shudders  as  she  comes,  her  hips  gradually  slowing  as  they  both  ride  through  the  waves  of  their  climaxes.  Her  hand  strokes  once  more  along  the  other's  slit  and  her  own,  fingers  coated  in  their  mixed  juices  as  she  brings  them  to  her  lips  and  licks  along  a  single  digit.  ❝ So  sweet,  ❞  Mysaria  leans  forward,  pressing  those  fingers  to  Rhaenyra's  lips  as  well,  letting  her  taste  before  leaning  to  unite  their  lips  in  another  searing  kiss,  capturing  one  of  the  other's  nipples  between  a  thumb  and  forefinger  to  tease.  She  gives  her  another  moment  to  settle,  then  crawls  up  her  body,  positioning  her  knees  beside  the queen's  head  as  she  lowers  herself,  her  still-dripping  sex  hovering  just  over  her  mouth.  ❝ Taste  me  as  you  desire,  gevie  zaldrīzes.  I  will  not  deny  you. Anything I can give you, I will give.  ❞

It's   exactly   what   she   needs,   distraction.   The   weight   off   her   shoulders   for   a   single   moment,   she   can   endure   it   plenty   but   it   was      good   to   feel   plain   and   let   the   pleasure   overtake   her   between   four   walls.   In   here,   she   wears   no   crown   but   a   pillow   under   her   head   and   an   expert   hand   between   her   legs   releasing   the   pressure   that   been   building   on   her   body   since   all   this   war   began.   She   welcomes   the   bruising   kiss   with   her   own,   nibbling   at   Mysaria's   lower   lip   and   pulling   with   gentle   tease,   she   will   have   her   until   she   has   to   leave   to   Daemon   and   perhaps   through   her   amends   can   be   made.     

"I'm   fire   and   blood.   Pain   and   pleasure   are   always   in   me."   And   she   responds   with   a   gleeful   moan   in   turn   at   the   slap   on   her   rear,   encouraging,   her   clit   throbbing   at   the   sensation.   It's   the   aftercare   too   that   she   likes,   the   gentle   massage   above   the   pain   that   gives   her   delight.   She   finds   Mysaria   wet   and   ready   and   how   sweet   she   sounds   between   her   fingers.   "You   been   left   alone   too.   We   shall   ease   that   loneliness   together."   Rhaenyra   speaks   through   ragged   breaths.   Her   walls   pool   together   and   her   body   shakes   with   release.

  "Mysaria."   her   voice   a   plea   at   the   way   finger   keep   working   through   her   and   in   return,   the   queen   makes   it   her   goal   to   drive   the   other   through   the   edge   as   well.   "māzigon,   se   ivestragī   nyke   sylutegon   ao."   she   feels   it   in   her   fingers,   the   way   the   other   is   almost   there,   the   same   way   her   body   feels   at   the   edge.   "Come   for   your   queen."

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survival verse for mys where she goes back to lys bc I hate how she dies in canon so, so, so much

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PLEASE PERSONALS NOT THIS BLOG TOO

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one positive thing I will say is I'm glad they are starting to portray mys in-character again and have her give the perspective of the smallfolk

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make no mistake, Mys might have good motivations when it comes to protecting the vulnerable, but she will absolutely do some fucked up things to make that happen and not feel an ounce of remorse for it, especially when it's directed at the highborn. something something "no one told me sorry for what happened to me so why should I say sorry to them" mentality.