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THIS IS A PSA FROM MULTIMUSE ROLEPLAYERS: please interact with them. please send them memes, hell most of us who have multimuses, love spams, aka send us loads of memes and different combinations. I understand that choosing one muse must be hard to choose, but trust me on this, multimuses are more scared of you than you on them. Sometimes all it takess is one meme to spark a friendship ooc or a relationship or a new dynamic. Don't know about certain OC or muse much? ask them about it, plan around it. Consider this post the universal shout of: SEND MEMES, ANSWER STARTER CALLS WITH DIFFERENT MUSES COMBO YOU WANT. Sometimes multimuses find it hard who to throw at a single blog in fear of overstepping or just pushing their muses on them specially if they are OCs with history. So just go for it.

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#relatable

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im tryning to focus so i can repost my summer isles lore here, and finish up my lengi info for here (& on my anime sideblog oop) .. but my c.vid brain says nahhhh sis 😓

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too tired to move, too tired to leave

insp.

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Edric can't help but allow a semi-sorrowful smile to cross his features; "my uncle was good to me," Edric replies after a moment: Renly had been a handful of years his senior, but he had been the closest of his blood kin to him; he hardly remembered Stannis back then, and his father had been an idolised image of a stranger. "I wish I had the chance to see him again, before he died," Edric doesn't even know where his uncle's remains are. "Renly once said that without a beard I favoured him, with one I favoured my father, and when I grew stern ... I resembled Stannis." There's a momentary pinch in his otherwise placid, pleasant features ... that fire-worshipping heretic is no kin of mine, he seethes internally. The Reach had been a strange journey to take, but his mother had been born in Brightwater Keep, a daughter of House Florent ... and, where else had he to go? By rights, he's sure he shouldn't have been alive. Though — neither should she. "I admit, I didn't expect to find– what I mean is... I saw the smoke in the skies, and heard what happened... I saw people grieving. And – I am sorry for your losses, m'lady."

Sanctuary. That is what he desires, but sancutary and anonymity no longer exist in harmony in Westeros ... "I did hope for that," Edric admits; how long has he been clinging to the idea of being able to lay his head down and not be on constant edge of being discovered, to sleep without the knowledge of having to wake up and run again? Likely since his cousin Andrew had set him adrift in a boat, forewarned by Ser Davos to hide himself away from the Red Woman. "Ser Cortnay," Renly's castellan and guardian (and Edric's too ... until his death defending Edric against Stannis' seige) — "taught me letters, though he said I was never his greatest student ... I shall try. Thank you, sincerely ... whatever help I can give, I will."

As Margaery settles herself and continues, Edric's muscles involuntarily tighten as she queries what his plans are. Allegiances, alliances, the war will never stop; he knows this though it does little to ease his disposition. Edric doesn't have any plans; only scattered motivations and survival instincts. "My only plans since I put my back to Dragonstone have been to avoid the fire. The people who have done me harm are those who ride under Stannis' banner of the flaming-hearted stag, and — to speak plainly — I would sooner leave these lands than risk having the Red Woman's words slither into my ear." Nor risk her hands upon him, nor have his blood spilled and fed to the unholy fires. He fidgets as he stands, his gaze caught by the flicker of an open candle flame: empty and endless ... like the Red Woman's eyes as she leeched him. "Those who pledge themselves to her god cannot be trusted, she cannot be trusted. The Red Woman will feed everything, and everyone, to the fire to chase the power she prophesied. I've seen it."

"You   look   like   Renly.   Just   a   bit.   Right   on   the   nose."   That   was   a   good   thing.   Edric   Storm,   they   tell   her,   bastard   of   Robert   Baratheon,   but   he   doesn't   look   like   the   other   she   knew   of.   Gendry   looked   like   Robert,   but   it   seems   Edric   had   inherited   more   delicate   features   but   it   was   hard   to   ignore   the   blue   eyes   and   hair.   Baratheon   genes   always   seem   to   stand   out.   "If   sanctuary   is   what   you   seek,   you   may   find   it   here   in   Highgarden.   I   too   I   am   in   hiding.   The   world   thinks   me   dead."   Among   with   her   family.   But   she   is   planning   already.   She   wonders   if   he   would   join   the   fight   too   or   he   would   prefer   to   remain   in   hiding,   for   she   has   plans,   and   they   involve   going   North.  

"My   brother   has   prepared   you   a   room   and   if   anyone   asks,   you   are   his   new   secretary.   As   you   know,   Willas' mobility   is   not   that   good,   and   it   would   raise   no   eyebrows."   Margaery   speaks   in   turn.   The   former   queen   plains   her   skirt   and   sits,   eyes   on   the   man   before   her.   "But   I   do   need   to   know   your   plans."   A   short   pause   before   she   continues,   her   hands   toying   with   the   ring   on   her   finger,   a   rose,   burnt   by   the   wildfire,   all   that   remain   of   most   of   her   family.  

"Because   I   have   plans   that   require   discretion   and   joining   forces   with   people   who   hold   territories   around   the   Westerlands   and   King's   Landing.   And   some   of   those   people   are   in   alliance   with   some   that   had   cause   you   harm   I   believe."   Those   red   priestess,   she   had   never   seen   one   but   the   Reach   had   their   own   little   witch   in   the   Webber   family   and   she   knows   their   magic   and   shadows   are   nothing   cheap   or   tricks.    @sigilsongs ft. edric.

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ; 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠.

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

❝ I suppose you're wondering why anyone my age would request an audience with the authors of children's stories. ❞

❝ Forgive me, Your Majesty. Might I enquire about the painting? ❞

❝ Perhaps you will allow me to set the record straight? ❞

❝ What is that phrase you use? Oh, yes. Once upon a time... ❞

❝ Just be the little angel I know is in there somewhere. ❞

❝ We've been two peas in a pod, you and I, for a long time. I suppose this will take some getting used to. ❞

❝ Then go... the sooner you leave, the sooner we can celebrate your return. ❞

❝ A sapling cannot grow in the shadow of a mighty oak. ❞

❝ If I can't sleep, neither shall he. ❞

❝ Thief! This will teach you to steal my father's horse! ❞

❝ I wish for nothing more than to be free of my gilded cage. ❞

❝ [Name], dear. Do not speak unless you can improve the silence. ❞

❝ Darling, nothing is final until you're dead... and even then I'm sure God negotiates. ❞

❝ This is our home, and I will not see it fall apart. ❞

❝ I fell off the ladder in the orchard, but I am better now. ❞

❝ Why don't you sleep with the pigs, [Name] ...if you insist on smelling like one? ❞

❝ Have you lost your marbles? Do you know what the punishment is for servants who dress above their station? ❞

❝ Unbelievable. She ignores the manor, blames us for her debt and still pretends to have money to burn. ❞

❝ Yards of fabric and I still feel naked. ❞

❝ What a lovely surprise. To what do we owe this great honour? ❞

❝ He is not property at all, you ill-mannered tub of guts. Do you think it right to chain people like chattel? ❞

❝ A servant is not a thief, Your Highness, and those who are cannot help themselves. ❞

❝ If you suffer your people to be ill-educated and their manners corrupted from infancy, then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, Sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them? ❞

❝ Are you coy on purpose... or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name? ❞

❝ A country's character is defined by its everyday rustics, as you call them. ❞

❝ Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you even glance at the others? ❞

❝ Do not mock me, boy, for I am in a foul disposition. ❞

❝ Sweetheart... you were born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations. ❞

❝ It's deceitfulness and I will not have it in this house! ❞

❝ If love is what you seek, I suggest you find it before then. ❞

❝ Then I suppose the penalty for being wealthy is having to live with the rich. ❞

❝ Do you really think there is only one perfect mate? ❞

❝ How can you be certain to find them? And if you find them, are they really the one for you, or do you only think they are? ❞

❝ And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be? ❞

❝ You cannot leave everything to fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand. ❞

❝ You own all the land there is, yet you take no pride in working it. Is that not also a contradiction? ❞

❝ You have everything and still the world holds no joy, and yet you make fun of those who would see it for its possibilities. ❞

❝ It's a pity you never knew your mother. There must be a little bit of her in you somewhere. ❞

❝ Well, we must never feel sorry for ourselves, must we? No matter how bad things get, they can always get worse. ❞

❝ You have so much of your father in you... sometimes I can almost see him looking out through your eyes. ❞

❝ My faith is better served away from the rabid crowd. ❞

❝ They have an astonishing library. Since you are so fond of reading, I thought you might join me? ❞

❝ I could no sooner choose a favourite star in the heavens. ❞

❝ When I was young, my father would stay up late and read to me. I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice. ❞

❝ I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world. ❞

❝ You have more conviction in one memory than I have in my entire being. ❞

❝ Honestly, Your Highness. Where is your sense of adventure? ❞

❝ Don't be daft, [Name]. The Queen doesn't know you exist. ❞

❝ I couldn't very well climb up here in that gown, could I? ❞

❝ You swim alone, climb rocks, rescue servants. Is there anything you don't do? ❞

❝ I insist you return my things at once. And since you deprive me of my escort, I demand a horse as well. ❞

❝ A servant, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They're defined by their status as you are, yet it is not who they are. ❞

❝ I am sorry. My mouth has run away with me again. ❞

❝ Do you honestly think these games and intrigues are going to win you a crown? To hunt royalty like some sport, it's disgusting! ❞

❝ Get away from me or so help me, God... ❞

❝ I don't know what's come over me. ❞

❝ She should not have said that about your mother. ❞

❝ Oh, how wonderful! I was beginning to think she was a ghost. ❞

❝ Good heavens, child. Are you all right? ❞

❝ I feel as if my skin is the only thing keeping me from going everywhere at once. ❞

❝ Oh, here. Your book, you left it in the carriage yesterday. ❞

❝ I cannot stay long, but I had to see you. There is much to say. ❞

❝ I have not slept for fear I would wake to find all this a dream. ❞

❝ I used to think, if I cared at all, I would have to care about everything... and I'd go stark raving mad. ❞

❝ What bothers you more; that I am common, or that I am competition? ❞

❝ I would rather die a thousand deaths. ❞

❝ I would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow! ❞

❝ Open this door and you'll wish you never set foot here. ❞

❝ Impossible! There has to be some mistake. ❞

❝ It is a strong woman who can keep her wits about her with you trying to steal her heart. ❞

❝ For once in your life, man, be bold! ❞

❝ And I am the bastard son of a peasant. What does that matter? ❞

❝ He deserves to hear the truth from the one he loves. ❞

❝ A bird may love a fish, signore, but where would they live? ❞

❝ Perhaps it was unfair of me to put so much pressure on you about the marriage contract. ❞

❝ There is something I must tell you now, before another word is spoken. ❞

❝ I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. ❞

❝ She's a grasping, devious little pretender and it is my duty to expose her as the covetous hoax she is. ❞

❝ First, you're engaged... and now you're a servant? ❞

❝ And you... are just like them. ❞

❝ She came to tell you the truth and you fed her to the wolves. ❞

❝ I know that a life without love is no life at all. ❞

❝ What makes you think I do any of this for you? ❞

❝ Don't you understand? You've won! ❞

❝ Was there a time, even in its smallest measurement, that you loved me at all? ❞

❝ Thank you, Monsieur. This means the world to us. ❞

❝ She has been sold, Sire. ❞

❝ How can anyone love a pebble in their shoe? ❞

❝ Tell no-one we have spoken... for all shall reveal itself in due course. ❞

❝ I belong to no-one.. least of all you. ❞

❝ You cannot hang me if you are dead. ❞

❝ My father was an expert swordsman, Monsieur. He taught me well. ❞

❝ I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose. ❞

❝ I came to beg your forgiveness. I offered you the world, and at the first test of honour I betrayed you. ❞

❝ I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life. ❞

❝ Choose your words wisely, madame, for they may be your last. ❞

❝ She has lied to us both and I am ashamed to call her family. ❞

❝ How dare you speak that way! I am of noble blood. ❞

❝ You, sir, are supposed to be charming. ❞

❝ And we, Princess, are supposed to live happily ever after. ❞

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐬. + house words where there aren't any

ser quenton qoherys [ house qoherys: blood for honour ]

lady/queen rhaenys i targaryen

lord theo tyrell

lord edmyn tully

lord osmund strong [ house strong: our strength endues ]

lady lya baratheon

lady cassana estermont [ house estemont: tempered by the sea ]

princess helaena targaryen

mellario of norvos

lady ashara dayne [ house dayne: dispelling the darkness ]

lady sylva santagar [ house santagar: fiercer than our foes ]

edric storm [ house florent: the fox amongst flowers ]

jon snow

khal drogo

lady perianne moore [ house moore: dutiful and true ]

lady alys turnberry [ house turnberry: the jewels of summer ]

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discord drop for ooc / plotting / chats ah.calamity

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i also tested positive for covid so im feeling 50 shades of fcked up right now 😭

please excuse my sudden dip last night ... my muses were roaring, and then i had a huge anxiety/panic attack and that put me to bed. imma try to catch up on what i missed 🙏🏾

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠 .. Her mother, the God-Empress of Leng, bore several children by her two husbands. Peri is their fourth-born of nine, and their third daughter. She is said to be the image of the revered Khiara the Great, described as a proud, vain, and intense-eyed beauty ... since her youth, Peri has been heralded as the fairest face in all of Leng.

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discord drop for ooc / plotting / chats ah.calamity

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(``) muse tags. PERIANNE

(``) perianne moore . (tag)

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ... ALL ASOIAF VERSES + verse tags

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢, 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐈.

Perianne – Pretty Peri – is at court as a companion of Princess Saera Targaryen, under she is almost always seen with the princess and their other companions; Alys, Jonah, Stinger, and Red Roy. Shortly after Perianne became the companion of the princess, her elder sister was attacked by drunken knights whilst House Moore attended a tourney in Kings Landing. Though she survived, the eldest daughter of House Moore would take her life some two months later after returning to Bronze Rock. Whilst the King, spurred on by the princess's insistence, had the men gelded and to The Wall, Perianne never quite felt whole again. She grew distant from her younger siblings, and never again visited her home in Bronze Rock after her sisters remains were interred in their family catacombs. Queen Alysanne is said to consider Peri a vain, empty-headed fool, but beneath her exterior is a vast well of emotions, mostly the grief and trauma surrounding her sisters attack and subsequent suicide, that she isn't able to process.  Additionally ... Peri is becoming more, and more aware that she has no desire for a husband, and she has dreams of taking a wife one day instead, despite enjoying the physical company of men; and despite knowing that she'll now be expected to marry as the eldest living child of House Moore.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐮, 𝐈.

From infancy she was raised to be a beautiful, covetable prize, and instilled with all the abilities, traits, education of the milieu. First was the harp and poetry, then Peri turned those poetic words into songs and began to sing ... soon she learned to paint, and embroider, and dance. Though House Moore has always been understated in their refined affect, mineral wealth, and artistic creations, Perianne's father, a respected knight called the Bronze Spearman, had his ideals set quite high for his secondborn daughter. His firstborn, Ziah, was already wed by designation of a prearranged betrothal, and so Perianne was the daughter he would send to court. Peri enjoyed the attention her looks garnered her, flourishing as a flower would under attentive touch. The expectations her father laid on her began to build up as she floated through the royal court, at balls and feasts, as the perfect, pretty Brozen Maiden of House Moore. Everything began to crumble internally when her elder sister was attacked by drunken men with a grudge against her lord husband, and subsequently took her own life out of shame and grief. Her elder sister, Ziah, had been her closest confidant in life ... and the only person Perianne had dared confide in about how she wished she could wed a woman, and not a man. This AU Verse is applicable to all other ASOIAF timelines.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐮, 𝐈.

Her mother, the God-Empress of Leng, bore several children by her two husbands; with Peri being her third daughter, and the third-born of nine siblings in total. The third through ninth-born children were ascribed a precious stone as their own upon their birth, with the firstborn named for the Moon, and the secondborn ascribed the favoured stone of the God-Empress; Perianne is their Pearl Child. She is said to be the image of the revered Khiara the Great, described as a proud, vain, and intense-eyed beauty ... the fairest face in all of Leng. Peri is one of the elder siblings, referred to as the upper-rank heirs, but carries less responsibilities on herself as the third-born ... it is expected that the Pearl daughter will secure a small legion of suitors, and perhaps maintain a somewhat-polyandrist lifestyle like that of the God-Empresses — though only the God-Empress has the right to marry more than one spouse, her daughters may choose to keep several partners openly. Perianne's her eldest sisters, the Moon and Sapphire Children, serve as her mother's heiress, and the commander of her private royal guard respectively. Her younger brother, the Jade Child, is a gifted mind; designing and advancing the engineering skills of the Lengii's architects, and senior advisor to their fathers. The Tourmaline Child, the middle-born daughter, and mediator between the upper and lower-rank heirs, is the holy oracle of leng. On a ship gifted to her by her mother, a carrack dubbed The Pearl of Leng, Peri chose to venture to Essos on her eighteenth birthday ... intrigued by their strange ways and the lure of foreign experiences. Additionally, as a lover of all things beautiful, she hopes to collect fine wears, purchase treasures, and other tokens to mark the chapters and locations of her travel. This AU Verse is applicable to all other ASOIAF timelines.

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please excuse my sudden dip last night ... my muses were roaring, and then i had a huge anxiety/panic attack and that put me to bed. imma try to catch up on what i missed 🙏🏾

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given that tumblr notifs have taken a complete dive into shitsville, im considering making a discord again for ooc communication and plotting things. i stopped bc i had some ick experiences a while ago, and i haven't used the platform since but idk it seems easier than trying to keep track of this digital shitshow

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𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 " 𝔇𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔢 "

House Moore  is a noble house of the  Vale of Arryn. They blazon their arms with three bronze spearheads on white, a bronze border embattled. Their lands are south-west of The Eyrie, the seat of their overlords in House Arryn. They are bordered on one side by forests, and the other three sides by deep jutting valleys, mountains and steep cliff-faces, most of which twist with deep veins of bronze ore deposits. House Moore are noted for their artistry and craftsmanship — yet, as well-known as they are for their oil paintings and portraits, they are far more renowned their metallurgy and their unique barbed, bronze spearheads.