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I TOOK THE IMAGE OF A BURNING WOMAN INTO MY HEART. i didn’t hate the fire. i hated the people who did not believe her.

independent & private rhaenyra targaryen from grrm’s a song of ice and fire universe. book based and heavily influenced by my own headcanons. loved by kore ( she / they, 21+ )

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I’ve been trying to be productive on this acc but the feeling has not in fact gone away so I am ??? moving rhaenyra over here and moving my sides over as well. starters and memes will be carried over as well as my plotting call.

I’m moving: @draconisi , @enchainedqueen , @swimwon, @purelikea and hoping to actually be active on @damnatusregina as well

[heireign]

I’ve been trying to be productive on this acc but the feeling has not in fact gone away so I am ??? moving rhaenyra over here and moving my sides over as well. starters and memes will be carried over as well as my plotting call.

I’m moving: @draconisi , @enchainedqueen , @swimwon, @purelikea and hoping to actually be active on @damnatusregina as well

[heireign]

I’ve been trying to be productive on this acc but the feeling has not in fact gone away so I am ??? moving rhaenyra over here and moving my sides over as well. starters and memes will be carried over as well as my plotting call.

I’m moving: @draconisi , @enchainedqueen , @swimwon, @purelikea and hoping to actually be active on @damnatusregina as well

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I’ve been trying to be productive on this acc but the feeling has not in fact gone away so I am ??? moving rhaenyra over here and moving my sides over as well. starters and memes will be carried over as well as my plotting call.

I’m moving: @draconisi , @enchainedqueen , @swimwon, @purelikea and hoping to actually be active on @damnatusregina as well

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I’ve been trying to be productive on this acc but the feeling has not in fact gone away so I am ??? moving rhaenyra over here and moving my sides over as well. starters and memes will be carried over as well as my plotting call.

I’m moving: @draconisi , @enchainedqueen , @swimwon, @purelikea and hoping to actually be active on @damnatusregina as well

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The Dance was a war unlike any other fought in the long history of the Seven Kingdoms. Though armies marched and met in savage battle, much of the slaughter took place on water, and … especially … in the air, as dragon fought dragon with tooth and claw and flame. It was a war marked by stealth, murder, and betrayal as well, a war fought in shadows and stairwells, council chambers and castle yards, with knives and lies and poison.

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WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

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“According to chivalry a queen, or a noble lady, was supposed to behave kindly and graciously and flirtatiously to humble young knights. So by flirting with Henry Norris, Anne was only fulfilling her job description. The only thing I’ll concede is that maybe fear made her go too far. Whatever her reasons, Anne’s ill-judged remark would have enormous repercussions.” — Lucy Worsley

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misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you — like a storm bursts overhead — i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ❝  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you — haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse —  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure — both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening — i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live — but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home — and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me…to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile.  ❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that…  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is — you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞

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@herdragcnfire : ‘you should do as you see fit. there will always be voices telling you what to do, and how to act, but it is you who wears the crown.’ ( PRIORY OF THE ORANGE TREE )

medium brown bars of wood moved diagonally from the left, northward, into the side that stood at the very top of the thick frame — crossing again, and again with the lines that ran from the opposite, from uppermost horizontal to the right, descending downward as it went and forming diamonds stacked and settled snuggly atop and beside one another. the stone shielded below was thick enough that several scrolls could fit comfortably laid flat within, and most were filled to varying degrees. far across the wide, open space were shelves of similar make, and then still further, in the western side of the library, there stood a tall shelf that bore copies of old heavy books bound in worn leather. a taper candle stood in its small, circular iron wick set at a slight distance from her right side, close enough that it provided sufficient visibility, but far enough that the old, dry pages would not catch should there even be the most minute chance of an accident. she speaks, and she gives no sign of having heard, as she glances down at the book, and turns, moving back to the shelves holding the scrolls, and taking four steps to the left, reaching up eight compartments to pull out the stack of five; tightly bound with a cord. she lays them upon her desk, closing the book with a soft thud that echoed in the sudden quiet of the wide, open space. palms laid flat upon the table, her shoulders bend the slightest bit inward as her head raises, and her eyes meet those of daenerys targaryen. the queen wondered if the choice to come here had been difficult ( that she had boarded a ship from lys and had sailed to dragonstone to then offer aid to the very same family that had scorned and cast out her grandmother... ) and if the court records of the great council held true, utterly dismissed her father and her uncles, and whatever claim they might have had to the iron throne. she could not imagine how it would not be a hard decision, and yet she had seemed wholly genuine in her want to help them. to know them.

and yet it was not so simple. it could not be so simple. with every second breath she must turn, and must address one or preferably more of her councillors and ask their thoughts upon it, and if perhaps she could improve in any sort of way, and adjust accordingly if that council was sound, and even if it was not. even if she did not do as they asked, she needed must at least entertain it. she must give, just enough, to appease them. she must bend, and in doing so resist the forces that hoped to knock her to the floor in the process. she had never been one to be so easily pushed over, but all things will falter if the force is strong enough. and though she has not done, as of yet, there were times when the overwhelming pressure threatened. she had remained as rooted in her place as a weed, bowing with the direction of the wind, this way and that, but never being torn from the earth, " the voices that are not adequately heard oft very swiftly become dissatisfied, most especially if there stands another successor, and begin to question the validity of my ascent, " the words are quiet, and held carefully even, though her noncommittal tone begins to strain at its edges with the word validity, " after all what then should be the purpose of a ruling queen if she does not heed the advice of her councilors when the king may well ? for his father did, and often. for 'tis he that has the right to be there, and to question them. and my own position is far too uncertain. i have the majority support, yes, but i can lose it just as quickly as it was gained should they prove to be offended by their queen's lack of attentiveness to their viewpoint. " her position was also far too tenuous at this point to truly do as she might have seen fit. she was the one to wear the crown, but that had been the result of theft after theft. her father's crown stolen after the greens had seized and claimed her throne and installed her half brother in her place. she was a queen with a crown and no throne, and titles that stood disputed, her claim to them disregarded.

she wished, that she could go with her mind and with her gut. that she could decide upon the basis of her own experiences and not what might have appeased those upon her council best. she had done, once, thus far. when she had offered her half siblings mercy, and peace, in exchange for their apology, and their obeisance being sworn — when she had spoken against sending her children to war, speaking of the insurmountable potential costs of such a decision to no real end; for there would be no advantage in such a thing, and even if there had been, there must be a line. there had to be a line that would not be crossed in this for the sake of one's own ambition. even though it was not even that that guided her, not entirely, not primarily ( the reason the queen had fought, the reason she continued was for the promise of their security. hers and her children's, and once, before, her siblings as well. even her stepmother. she had hoped that once the reason for the tension and the animosity brewing was finished, once she was the primary authority in the realm and she need not bend in her quest to set things right, that there was a possibility that peace could be found in time ) yet she had seen, she had seen the looks upon their faces when she had spoken. she had seen the flash of derision in eyes, had seen the mockery in the slight curl of lips before they had agreed to the sending of messages and the promises of alliances in favor over a swift, so called easy end. they thought her weak, already, they though her weak. so be it, then. she would bear such a slight if it prevented the shedding of innocent blood. of her own blood. of her children and her sister and her children, and at the time she had believed so even of her brothers — had thought them naught more then children doing only as they had been taught to. her heart squeezed, her breath stopping dead within her throat, another flash of sharp, digging pain burrowing into her gut. how foolish she had been. and lucerys had paid the price.

her fingers curl lightly, into loose fists where they lay as a deep breath is taken, and loosed before she finds her voice again, speaking at last, " it is a delicate balance. a delicate dance, between what they might believe is the proper course and what i might — i cannot tread too far in one direction, cousin. whether it be to adherence, or solitude. bending too far will only have them believe i am easily manipulated, and naught more then a figurehead at which they might grasp and claw for whatever influence i might give them. turning me in whatever direction might grant them the most power. the most sway, at my court to be, " not all of them were so entirely self serving, there were some among them that had proven entirely earnest in their desire to assist, and fight for her right to the iron throne. yet there were enough who were that she had no choice but to keep it eve and always in her thoughts, " or say that perhaps i stand too firmly on my own, and do too much of what i see fit and i do not mind their words. then, i shall be repaying what they have risked in the very choice to ally themselves with my cause. should i lose, they are traitors, one and all. and will be dealt a traitor's hand. it would not due to be seen as ungrateful, " and yet daenerys had approached her kindly. had approached with a desire to help, and encourage and it would not be kind of her to speak so bluntly to her little cousin of things that she had long since accepted by now. amethyst eyes fall for a heartbeat's width, and another breath is taken before they raise, a weary smile curling the edges of the princess' lips as she spoke, " my apologies, if i seem rather severe about it all. i often worry that perhaps i might be thinking things too much one particular way that, i do not see what could well be a simpler solution, " her smile broadens for a fleetingly moment, bearing the points of white teeth in a gesture that was near entirely one of concession, before she speaks, her voice soft, and pensive, " what would you have done were you me, daenerys ? "

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@prophecize liked for a one liner.

“ there is little i like less beyond uncertainty … though i can well imagine that it might be equally torturous, to be too much so — to have too much of a notion of what one’s own future might be, “ for what if it was negative ? were you meant to let it come to pass ? or attempt to alter it and thus perhaps changing it for the worst on the chance that you could have altered it for the better. sympathy shines in the blonde woman’s gaze as her eyes raise, “ your abilities are a marvel, to be sure. but i cannot imagine that they do not prove overwhelming, too. “

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@idanazaldrizes liked for a one liner

“ do not fret, sweet one. i shall be delighted if you were to remain, for your presence shall prove a most welcome distraction. whatever needs must be done is not quite so pressing that it cannot wait for the time being. “

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@king7doms liked for a one liner ( for aegon iii )

“ i have every faith in you, my boy — but know that you do not need to rush yourself, in this. you need not be perfect in your execution of it, “ she did not believe it was possible to be perfect this soon, with anything, and much less something that required constant persistent and consistent nurturing of one’s own latent potential to nurture legitimate skill, “ you are still so very young, you know, and mistakes should be expected, at your age, and treated as an avenue through which you might learn, above all. “

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PLOTTING CALL —