#[ IC. ;; muse rambles ]

[daenerystargaryen06]

Targ Restoration

I was thinking over the fact, that what if we do have a Targ restoration, but it's not in the way we think it will happen?

My thoughts on this are- we have ample evidence from the books that there can/will be a Targ Restoration, but it won't end with the Targs on the throne.

If we are to even believe what those hacks D&D said- they were told by G.R.R.M that Bran will end up as King, but they weren't given Jon and Dany's ending. It was also stated by G.R.R.M that Jon and Dany are destined to meet; and we are given a lot of subtle cues/foreshadowing/hints of them becoming eventual lovers in the books.

Now, the way I see this working could be... Dany doesn't actively WANT to be Queen. Her goal for the throne is fed on by the fact that she is the last Targaryen left in the world. She wants to help those considered 'lesser' by others. And what Viserys has told her their entire lives. What Dany truly longs for, is home. The house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window. Something she can call home for herself, to live in peace.

As for Jon, I think that he could want to be King, but might turn away from ruling to have a live of peace as well. What Dany and Jon do most is attempt to help others. Their arcs have leadership, learning to rule, and helping the downtrodden. But it's not necessarily something they want.

A possible ending could be that Jon and Dany do fight the war against the dead, bring Spring, but decide not to rule over Westeros in the end. Allowing Bran to become King instead (if that's even an ending for Bran that G.R.R.M will give, as it was only told to us by D&D, and I hardly trust anything those idiots say about the show).

Instead- Jon and Dany could go to find a true home for themselves, and build a life together.

Dany will have children with Jon (she thinks she is barren, but one thing I do think she will eventually have is a living child of her own born from her. She had a miscarriage in ADWD, and both her and Jon think of having children of their own). I believe her miscarriage will lead into her meeting Jon, them becoming lovers, and together they finally manage to have a child (or children) of their own. Not expecting it, but finding comfort in one another and starting their own family in a home they find together.

I also believe that Dany's dragons will not be their end. There are many ideas (I've seen videos on Tik Tok covering over this) that Viserion is a she-dragon, and has exhibited nesting behavior in Meereen, and will likely have eggs. Though there's also the fact that dragons, in truth, are genderless- they can switch, they're 'as changeable as flame'. Any one of Dany's dragons could lay eggs and bring back more into the world, but I have my ideas on it being Viserion as the one to do so.

The ending for Jon and Dany wouldn't be as rulers, but together as a family. They find their own home, find a place to truly belong, and continue on the Targ restoration and the age of dragons, not as King and Queen, but as a loving, caring family in a home they chose for themselves.

That isn't to say that I wouldn't be happy if Dany and Jon wind up as co-rulers together over Westeros, as I'd love it if they did, but practically speaking- I just want them to be happy, together, and in a place they can finally call their own and feel where they belong. Dany can run barefoot and breathless through soft grass and warm soil with her children, and give them the childhood she had never known. Jon can tell their children stories of the Wall and the Others, and their children can connect with Ghost and the dragons they have. Dany can hold dragon eggs to her belly as she did with Rhaego. Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal can be parents and elder siblings to the human children Dany and Jon have together. It would be the 'sweetness' to G.R.R.M's bittersweet ending. But it can also be counted as bitter, as the last two Targaryen's do not wind up ruling on the throne, and their legacy over Westeros ends.

I just want my asoiaf babies to be happy!

[hxroic-wxlls]

“ Woah, that guy kinda looks like me…but taller. “

“ On another note, is that other guy really rocking a Mohawk? “

She hasn’t seen a haircut like that in like…two weeks!

…Okay, maybe this is a bit rude, on her end.

[knightfeared]

❝ I’ve met some of the most insufferable people — but they’ve also met me. ❞

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

Kanrya has appeared! What to do?

Play dead

Take picture

Pet

Marry

[ignitionxbomb]

Starter Call

"Oi, since the mun is a fuckin' lazy ass right now."

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[tahinnia]

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[kxllerblond]

my blog my hobby my fun times idc but also i always feel the need to justify this ongoing arc of clark because it's just so...relationship based. and yeah a lot is romance because, let's be frank here and be real, that's a good chunk of the rpc's motivations and wants and it's the easiest to get. but it's also friends and found family, kindred spirits, etc. but he's transitioning into a very heavy emphasis on actual, meaningful connections and yeeeeah it's been a natural path here and yeah it makes sense from a writing standpoint for a muse i've had since like 2012.

like clark's initial arc was yearning for this sort of stuff and not being allowed and then we moved into him actively avoiding it and now we've moved sort of into the 'fuck it. fucked up healing arc' period where he's letting himself feel and love in all senses of the word.

and it all makes sense to me because i've been here through it all but i can just imagine new people stumbling to my blog and seeing hella smut or romance shit or wooby-wubby shit or what's supposed to be this big bad villain making bffs and being turned off or worse thinking i'm just the person for easy shipping or smut shit and writing off clark completely as an individual and that kinda sucks but yKNOW it is what it is

[teenage-mutant-cephalo-turtles]

❝... Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far.❞

"But I know I wouldn't have made it without them."

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[avaritia-ffxiv]

Idk if I'm a special case for... Never having struggled with finding rp? As in "other people who also rp". Yeah back when I started it was mostly on forums, but I moved to Tumblr at the tail end of 2012, started rping here in 2013 maybe? 2013/2014. I didn't have any trouble finding the rpc of my target fandom back then.

All the writers who matched my style kind of stopped writing over the years, but even then the rpc wasn't dead even when I left it two or three years ago and moved to FFXIV rp.

And again. I didn't have trouble finding people. I made an account for FF stuff, followed some FF blogs, looked at what other blogs Tumblr suggested to me or who the blogs I checked out were reblogging from and such, and had populated my dash within a week or two. Sent out a few DMs, got some threads going (we'll ignore what Gia did to all my other muses when I created him later on, I'm so sorry. Boy really did line them all up behind the barn).

Of course this isn't... Someone who wants to newly get into rp struggling to find where to start with that. I already knew the platform I wanted to use (Tumblr/one-on-one Discord servers with people from Tumblr) and was familiar with that platform, so idk if that was what made all the difference. I don't know if it'd be harder to do what I did as a wee tween that very accidentally stumbled upon the rp section of a not-exclusively-rp site, gained a mighty interest in that despite barely knowing how to write English, and then... I honestly can't remember anymore how I found my first forums, but once I did, I followed their adverts sections to find more, until I landed on something that was still active and looked interesting.

Idk idk. I didn't realize the trouble of finding rp had become a hot topic at some point over the years lmao. At most I figured that the challenge lies not in finding people, but the right people whose writing styles and interests in topics to explore match yours, but that was always the case.

[ironbloodcd]

@erabundus

The high-pitched wail of a dying rifthound was an unpleasant sound to Kunihide's ears. It was far too akin to that of the mortal animal, despite its owner being nothing more than a mimicry of the same. Each time his power rent the creatures asunder, that cry would ring in his ears, causing shoulders to stiffen and his chest to tighten.

They were nothing like the creatures that they took the form of though - and these monsters weren't something that could be left unchecked.

Though it was impossible for the puppet to become winded, Kunihide let out a breath nonetheless as eyes the colour of a starless night sky took in his surroundings, searching for any stragglers who might have remained near the roots of the Sacred Sakura. The youthful construct couldn't decide if the fact that the rifthounds left no corpses behind was a relief, or yet another unnerving aspect to the savage creatures and tried not to linger on the thought as it became clear that all traces of the monsters had, in face disappeared - save for the smear of blue left by the roots that had been damaged, the purified filth that they'd contained left to leak across the ground like the remnants of gaping wounds.

He'd have to tell the Yashihiro Commission later, so that the roots could be nursed and the damage repaired. More than likely, he would be hold that the task of defending the great tree wasn't his to begin with - that as the son of their Archon, Kunihide need not trouble himself with the responsibility, and that the work should be left to those who had been appointed as such. That, however, had never sat well with the puppet.

Should the son of the Almighty Shogun not take an interest in protecting the very nation that his creator ruled? Even if Her Excellency had never taken an interest in her creation?

And even then, he was an attendant of the Grand Narukami Shrine. If it was within his power to protect the Sacred Sakura, then why shouldn't he?

Approaching the root nearest to him, Kunihide knelt down to examine the damage, slender fingers dipping into the purified filth that now stained the ground. The sight had his lips pressing into a tight line, his delicate brow furrowing as a guilt gnawed at him - had he been here sooner, perhaps he could have lessened the severity of the wounds, or prevented them completely.

"Sorry," he murmured, as if the great tree could actually hear his apology, a hand moving to stroke along the cracked wood. Maybe he'd start coming down here on a more regular basis to ensure that this didn't happen again - or, at the very least, kept the damage to a minimum.

The purified filth left a familiar tingling sensation upon his fingers that might have bothered a mortal, but was of little consequence to the divine puppet as he rose to his feet, drawing the appendage closer as it stained his porcelain skin. Within his chest, Kunihide swore that he felt the gnosis quiver, as if responding to the aura from the leyline remnants. It wasn't the first time he'd ever felt it react that way, though the force at which it shuddered this time had the puppet pausing, raising his unstained hand to press against the center of his chest. There was a constant thrum of power that the gnosis always gave off, one that he'd always compared to the human's heartbeat, but this felt different from that usual, steady pulse. His heart felt quicker now - it was racing, as the humans would have said.

As if something was different. Something was... wrong? No, that wasn't quite right, but Kunihide didn't know how to otherwise describe it. A tugging that came next though, like an invisible string attached to the center of his chest, pulling him towards... something.

Urging him to turn around as 'it' rippled through the air. For a moment, he hesitated, as something within him whispered that he shouldn't - that whatever was behind him was not something that was meant for him to see, to witness. That pull, however, was far more insistent than his inner voice, like a set of hands upon his shoulders directing him to turn, to look.

And what he saw was... unexpected, to say the least. A rippling sheet over what should have been nothing more than the grassy plains behind him, like a curtain of water drawn over otherwise empty air. More than that, however, was what he could see just beneath the surface of it - or, perhaps on the other side, was more accurate. He wasn't sure. For a split second, however, Kunihide thought that he was looking into a mirror as he found himself staring into his own eyes, into a face that had stared back at him in return on many occasions - until the rest of that 'reflection's' appearance registered.

Namely, the clothing that he wasn't wearing himself, and didn't even own to begin with - the attire of a wanderer. A traveler. Were it not for that, however...

"Who... ?" Without thinking, he reached for the rippling mirror, fingertips dyed with blue brushing against the surface - before dipping beneath it, as if it were nothing more than the surface of a calm lake. It certainly didn't feel like water though, and though the tingle that ran up the length of his arm was familiar, Kunihide found himself jerking his hand back, like a child who had set their palm upon a hot stove. Don't touch, one part of his mind whispered.

Reach through, another urged. Aren't you curious?

"... can you hear me?" came question at last, and he wondered if the 'him' on the other side would answer - if he could answer. He'd seen memories spill forth from the leylines before, but never something like this - this didn't feel like an old mirage that would dissipate after a time.

The god's heart in his chest would not have called out to a mere illusion.

[hxzelwallflower]

Christmas is near , no need to fear . She's already detangling last year's lights and preparing for some of the more subtle decorations , including window clings .

This year's theme is nutcrackers .

[hxroic-wxlls]

“ Welcome to the Time Patrol! Please, if you’ve got the will and talent, join us! We really need it! “

…

“ Don’t you think that kind of script makes us come off as desperate beggars? “

“ Considering we’re working on a budget of 62 Zeni, desperate is pretty accurate, here. “

She just hopes the ad is a hit, somehow.

[pirateborn-a]

I think a normal amount ab how Roger's last words to Rayleigh were "I'll never die partner" and the theme in one piece ab remembering / dying only after you're forgotten and how Roger left a legacy so grand his name is known and said everywhere and—

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

Rya is just facepalming as she's listening to thaddeus carry on a about the 'horsie with a horn' and how he's gonna see if he can't com... comm... 'momma what's that real fancy word for art buying that you want bur can't find'

"Commission?"

'Yeah that! Imma commission a horsie with a horn for my ship when I get older'

Cues the facepalm again.

@phoenixbxrn @ladyxamalthea

[ignitionxbomb]

"Oi, mun, can ya fuckin' stop calling my old hag a 'milf' for two seconds?"

Mun: hush... I'm only saying what's true sir.

[luckyfiona]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”

                  ❝ ——  Oh. Hm. ❞

                                          ( Uh-oh. )

Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.

So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.

It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.

She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.

               ❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞ 

Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.

She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?

                ❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention?                        I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞

Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.

                ❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞ 

She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.

           ❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞ 

( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.