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MUSE LIST.

Littlefinger ( Game of Thrones )

Otto Hightower ( House of Dragon )

King Viserys from House of Dragon has been moved here.

Hector Barbossa ( Pirates of the Caribbean )

Blind Pew ( Treasure Island )

John Silver ( Treasure Island / Black Sails )

Haymitch Abernathy ( Hunger Games )

Seneca Crane ( Hunger Games )

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I did warn you not to trust me.

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Detail of the Snakes from Caravaggio’s Head of Medusa ca. 1596

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What if one of Muses residing here got his own blog.

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i don't need your help . ( from smaragduseques, for otto ! )

@smaragduseques / Gwayne Hightower.

With restoration of his old position, the fate of his son no longer seemed so daunting, as for prudent future action, the Hand had no fear for his daughter, for hers was stationarily secured.

" It is a boon to my research that you accompany me with your current knowledge of these lands and your skill in combat, but this isn't a matter of request. '' Eyesight drifting ward high eaves before dropping back upon polish of steel sword, for young Hightower had always keen eye for elegance, '' No help you say but everyone needs it from time to time, Gwayne. Your stubbornness on the other hand is starting to remind me of your uncle. You want to handle things yourself? Very well, you are the officer of the City Watch of King's Landing, I shall not interfere with your affairs if that's what you wish, but hear inofficious notice of your old man; not only walls but even trees have eyes and ears, stay vigilant on your tasks, there must not be a single failure to soil your sleeve. " We cannot afford to lose you. And he shall act as if not, unless —- the stench of fatality clouds the horizon.

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/Problem/. '' And? ''

Perhaps it wasn't the worst idea to retreat to the company of Caraxes alone ( now that he eyed all the ' ruins ' emblazoning his visual aspects ) while sustaining mien patiently unjudging; and Gods above knew Viserys was trying. Of course, the blood sure wasn't his, otherwise, dear brother wouldn't be smirking the way he is. The fixing part was apparent but - '' What did you do? '' @caraxesryder || cont.

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There's something very symbolic about having (1) suffering, pale flower among two bastard energies.

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monster ? who's the monster here ? i have done nothing wrong ! (for otto)

@bigdaddydaemon / Daemon Targaryen.

Who's the monster here?

Hah.

Who indeed.

It was a rare occasion, to witness the senior smile with such open complacence. The second governing body in line by blood unceremoniously rationalized streamline of conversational compass with his approach, and he himself could paraphrase and put in words of one syllable, but there was no need for that.

Instead of wine his shameless hypocrisy was filling goblet of Visery's patience with sand and it was ( hopefully ) close to overflowing. The King was yet to acknowledge his brother undisguised and full of thorns no matter how he much loved and tried to protect him.

His deeds - aspiring on the make, the Kingdom - pioneering progressive commitment under his advisement thus certain position and not overhaul of court served as a reminder that Prince of the City posed as a threat to him. In other words to remove the complexities from - - Otto did not want him to interfere with the more important tasks at hand. He needed Daemon out, in the back of beyond, and even farther from the King.

'' Let us not haste towards assumption I wish to overstay my welcome ... but some things need to be said firmly and aloud, " cultivated poise reduced to essential and that's how his expression shifted into resilient quietness, muting domineering ambitions, " the small council thinks your ideas are opposing ideas of what the realm really needs ... Whether you are a monster? No one seeks word of the situation for no one doubts that anymore. "

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Do not fear me … everybody else fears me. [For Viserys]

@vhagar-rider / Aemond Targaryen.

The silence of the walls broke with something so simple and reassuring, cutting in half the internal dialogue of compromise between passion and directed studying that gets easier as one ages. An old fragment of memory altercates somewhere within deep mindscape; he heard something similar once before. Son of mine - '' I do not wish for this either ... '' None of us should fear each other.

'' I do not want our House to be ragged and scattered from brother to brother, sister to sister ... not like a family b-, '' a new tide of spasmodic cough blocked the King's way with words, disbalancing fluent mode of expression and then he saw the eye that unconditionally screamed about odds of the world, '' b--ut mere s-strangers. '' With one additional mutter, Viserys found himself sinking back among cushions in a vain search to relieve his bearing.

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER and the dragon figurine HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — S1E2 x S2E4

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otto one cannot own the person or the king

'' ... '' I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you. How much can one own another when he gives him half of his everything? And he gave Viserys truly a particle of himself.

What would you know of it? As for the King, he is MINE and mine alone.

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you've been so kind to me , your grace. {for vizzy 💚}

@quccninchains / Alicent Hightower.

A reasoning behind choice finds little credence among laymen. Loyalty and mutual respect, perhaps two of these are the only tangibles upon which an assessment can be made. Weeks and months had flown by with water since old Gods laced together strings of RED and GREEN descending from the altar's plinth as one whole. Both were nowadays a step higher and responsive of one another's mien if not insightful.

Tartufferie at an angle, colorful robes hiding behind sanctimony and breeches of politeness, gliding on the whims and megrims of tiles. A scintilla of doubt smidgen by a particle of scant.

Visery's brisk detection was on the spot, monitoring no longer an exhaustion of the Queen bearing inability of foreign voyagers to speak a word of the local lingo. The absence of an interpreter was exasperating. Amid commonsensically mimical indication of proper excuse saving hand, ring to ring, guides the lining sleeve of Hightower's wrist past the crossroad of humdrum that did not require political engagement. Such findings are consonant with other ordinariness.

' You've been so kind to me , your grace. '

" Because you never gave me a reason for it to be the other way around, '' facials lined thin, his reaction had more than a modicum of truth scantling set of standards, '' I greatly appreciate that, Alicent. "

They wobbled down the line of ascent, also glissading when possible.

" My responsibilities are not over for today, " he whispered right back at her glancing sideways at the ball in full swing, indicating she can go among the crowd and enjoy herself before her mood slips back into a familiar groove predisposed to caged theatrics, " I haven't seen you dance for a while too; you must miss it. "

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Hygeia, Goddess of Health (Detail), 1615 - Peter Paul Rubens

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Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

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“You make my skin crawl.” (For Otto)

@korzionseteski / Rhaenys Targaryen.

Encountering the Queen Who Never Was at the docs was no surprise since tides ripple with equanimity and the absence of ridges. Were they ever standing feet to sand in the water -- each of them would dive into the pool leaving barely a ripple. '' That's, '' his attention turned towards her, voicing pronouncement with any hint of aphorism invisible and well kept at bay, '' quite curious statement coming from yourself, my Lady. ''

'' Other men in my position would find it wishful thinking, but not myself. Three things cannot be hidden, the sun, the moon, and the truth. Perhaps it is not me but the very truth and inevitability the torch represents that worries you; for it sheds light upon verity before it gets halfway around the world and knocks at our doors. '' '' I want to assure you, my loyalty and devotion lies with mighty houses. If there is anyone that should be worried to the point it 'makes one's skin crawl' let it be enemies of the crown. ''