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PARDON THE UGGO PINNED POST WHILE WE FIX UP THE RED KEEP. COURT WILL BE HELD SHORTLY.
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*looks around this blog.* my housemate convinced me to come back here ... so after a DESPERATELY NEEDED REVAMP , we gonna get to work on here.
#♔ ·.༄࿔ ooc. — seven hells!#many blogs will move here#like my daemon and rhaenyra blogs most likely#muse list will be refreshed of course.
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having a mood drop. feeling kinda annoying , so i may take the night off from writing , still might try some , so we'll see later.
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that's it! i'm joining in! here's my wall of text for all my blogs , because i have too many to check a wall for each and every one. so leave a message for any one of my muses there , LETS HAVE SOME FUN!
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reblog this and make a post with 🐻 to let your mutuals comment nice things about you and/or your portrayal on!
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okay but ... i think i'm going to use her as a faceclaim for a new oc. just not entirely sure on who she is yet. i wanna make some sort of queen , given all the good queeny scenes she has ... but that's a tough role to fill without going so au it risks people not wanting to write in it. things to think about but also my lady jane is an amazing show and you should watch it. she's inspiring me and i'm just so in the brainrot right now.
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what if i made a way divergent oc of robb and margaery's kid. that ship just ... IT COULD HAVE SOLVED SO MUCH!
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Really gotta work on my aegon blog today.
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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃. by now , the king left the red keep rarely , and traveling across the sea was enough of an endeavor that by time the king reached his destination , he was left feeling exhausted , and forced to retire before being able to even be received. lest he risk collapsing. it was no excuse for his not going to daemon , or being more persistent with sending word to daemon , but the king did long to see his brother. his hope that daemon seeing rhaenyra might convince him to come back around court.
' i do believe you may know his spirit better than any of us. ' and perhaps , something he had been fearing , trying so hard to fight against , knowing it would end with him being left wanting. his control was slowly pushing away everyone left that he cared about , leaving the man desperate to repair things sitting before his daughter , but not having the first clue as to where to start in that act. her reassurance on not wishing to create any unwanted bad blood brings a soft smile back to his features. leaning into her affectionate touch. a hand raising to place itself over her on , and gently closing his hand around it. ' i do know this. laena and you have been close for some time now. she is like a sister to you i've seen. some time with her will do you some good i think. '
𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. Laenor would be happy at last that he could see his sister and new nieces while Rhaenyra helped with Laena and her new babe, Maesters said it was a boy with the way that it was held in her belly and Rhaenyra knew a thing or two about boys. "You do give me an impossible task, Father. It's not me he would like to see." Daemon would like to speak with her father but he is too stubborn to go back home and make amends.
"I know his spirit." Like he knows hers, and perhaps the reason why they often match and clash in equal amount and many are against the union of the two of them. They were now married, kin through married with the Velaryon and it had been so long since she saw him last. "Laena is a good friend. I would never hurt her if that concerns you too." She brushes her father's face with care, knowing that he worries of her and Daemon but they both knew better now, she hopes, as adults.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , was both a blessing and a challenge for the king. he often in her childhood , found ways to look upon her growing with pride. a true targaryen if there ever was one. in reality , he and aemma couldn't have asked for a child more befitting of the house name. a dragon to be sure , and adored by all in the realm who had been able to lay eyes on her. ' a little temper is expect within every dragon. you know that. ' their family was filled with those who shared the trait of having what some would call a short temper.
the news that so far , the pregnancy had yet to bring her too much discomfort , in the forms of aches or sickness , brought a visibly pleased look upon viserys' face , though he did give pause when she poked at the subject of how much time she would have before being confined to her tower , as was normal for her pregnancies. viserys liked it no more than aemma , but his concern for her had always seemed to drive his actions when it came to such things. and his inability to not roll over with the maestors. there was a pause. the king pondering a thought before gently taking her hands within his own. ' the sun is out. and it's a beautiful day , with good daylight still left. ' he suggested. ' perhaps a walk through the gardens would help you feel less crowded. '
"she has a little temper but one can barely blame her. we all remember your parents." alyssa targaryen had been a wild spirit and baelon had been a knight with a fire that could've transformed the realm. regardless of that, the crown now sits on viserys' head and the weight of not being able to deliver a male heir weights on aemma ever since they got wed. she doesn't remember a month where she had not been with child. how easy the act becomes to them and yet, the child never survives in full.
"no ache or sickness as of yet. he said to take as much air as I can as long as i am accompanied." she laughs briefly, holding on to his hand. "if I was a dragonrider, he said I would be fit to ride on my state." like his mother had, like many women had, as the dragons sensee sensitive life growing inside them. "If I remain locked on this tower for nine months I will throw someone off the balcony, viserys." she threatens with a jest but there is some truth to her words.
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑. but one that inspired hope none the less. if not hope for things between he and the sea snake to be mended , but instead pointed his hoped in the direction of the stressed relationship he currently had with his brother. if you could tell hardly speaking as a relationship. viserys missed daemon , and the lack of connection with his family had not gone unnoticed by the king. his days grew more and more to be a chore for him. a sure sign that he was not in that of high spirits.
he gave a pondering expression. nodding along casually as corlys laid out what he knew. and from viserys' perspective , he too perceived that the two would find a way to wed regardless of his blessing. but knowing that viserys had wholeheartedly wished daemon good fortune in his own choice of bride , as opposed to an arranged marriage he obviously didn't want ... could be a step in the right direction. a tired sigh leaves the king , glancing out off the balcony. ' i've spent far too much time attempting to , find the right matches as of late. perhaps , it is time to allow myself to trust in other's judgment. ' another moment for silence before nodding , waving his hand tiredly. ' very well , they shall have the king's blessing. perhaps allowing my brother some agency , might yet return him home. '
"I only seek to advice." the lord of the tides speaks frankly. and it had been long enough for their houses to unite again. rhaenyra and laenor might be a good match but he believes laena would never forgive him if he did not allow this match to work. by right of duel, daemon had won her hand when he ended the life of his other suitor. "I believe it will. laena even hopes to see any other she has wed to rhaenyra's children." it was fair and just he thinks. her daughter seems to know she will have daughters first, and he wouldn't mind some granddaughters.
"they will mostly remain in high tide and travel to pentos when they are older. they will nearby and perhaps, relationship between brothers will be meended." because he had grown aware that daemon and viserys barely spoke those days and it does worry him, when the king only hears words of those who please his every whim. "I believe my laena will wed him regardless of your blessing, she seems keen to him. but a blessing will make it easier." and less of a scandal for both of them.
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. and he should be. jacaerys was a bright young lad , and the attempt to keep his decorum brought a smile to the king's face. one that beamed with pride. he nodded and gestured with his hand to the young prince. ' impress me you have jacaerys. ' he leaned in a little in his chair , mostly so standing for long periods of time didn't affect his heart too much. ' be proud of your accomplishment. a wise king should know when he's performed well. it instills confidence in your men. ' if only he could take his own advice. he took a moment , to glance out to the yard , the other boys and jace's brother still hard at work. ' including your brother. who'm i am sure with your teaching , will benefit. yes? '

There was little more than he desired but to inspire pride in those elder than him: his mother and father, his grandsires. He was still young, but the pressures of his inheritance had been impressed upon him practically since he was born, and he knew he needed to train: at sword fighting, archery, horse riding, and, most importantly, in his bond with his dragon, and mastering that skill. He had been summoned up to the King, while his brother still trained below with his Uncles, the wooden sword still in his hand, and he tried not to look too proud at the praise, keep the smile from beaming, nodding his head at the words. "I am doing my best, I promise. I hope to impress you."
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discord drop cause i'm always bouncing blogs: jjalways90
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that's it! i'm joining in! here's my wall of text for all my blogs , because i have too many to check a wall for each and every one. so leave a message for any one of my muses there , LETS HAVE SOME FUN!
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𝕹𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉.
𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗 is a private , mutuals only , highly selective roleplay blog for " 𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖇 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐 " from the literary works of 𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊 𝖗. 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓. this blog is primarily 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 , with a little bit of influence from 𝖍𝖇𝖔'𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘. this blog has a mature rating for the nature of the content and not intended for muns under 21. personal blogs dni. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖏𝖏.
𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊, 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕴'𝖒 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗.
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should i put all my muses from this universe on here , or split them based on fire & blood muses and asoiaf muses? ( also gonna be making some smallfolk oc's as well when i'm done revamping my last solo blog i'm working on.
plan for today is as follows:
finish setting up solo blogs.
get starter calls posted on all blogs.
work on replies i owe.
that last one is gonna be probably for the evening. last blog in my lineup for now for solo blogs is robb , but i've been very picky with his stuff , so it's taking a little longer. but i miss him , and he's someone i had every intention of bringing back upon coming back to the fandom.
#♔ ·.༄࿔ ooc. — seven hells!#good morning to all my lovelies!#feeling a little better from yesterday so that's a relief.
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