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@dr4gontales
yes, officially moved and will carry threads over. @oathworn
y'all, im mostly on criston these days and honestly considering bringing dany back to my multi when i return to being active there. π not doing anything quite yet at this moment but for transparency's sake, just giving a heads up!
KINGMAKETH : SER CRISTON COLE, UNVEILED BY MELANIE. the most inaccurate recollection of histories of the life of πππ πππππππ ππππ, as told through the lense of the most unreliable narrator.Β
an independent roleplay experience heavily involved with crossovers and worldbuilding efforts. Β ΛΛΛ @kingmaketh ΛΛΛ
i will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. from missandei !
this world β it feels lonely sometimes. especially for a targaryen, the last of her kind. she has endured and suffered every step to get to where she now stands. though, not without the help of others. truthfully, daenerys doesn't know where she would be without missandei. she seldom extends her trust and faith to others, but this is the rare case in which she had and has never once doubted the decision. missandei has been by her side through many of her hardships. but she knows the worst has yet to come.
soon, they will cross the sea to westeros where they will set foot upon soil she's not seen since she was a babe. daenerys has never been one to force others to do her bidding. if missandei so wished, the mother of dragons would have parted ways. (without fuss, though it would hurt her no less.) she just about says as much, offering the other a chance to leave now before the tides become more dangerous.
but the response she is met with causes brows to furrow deeply β a look of mild surprise mixed with great relief. perhaps it it selfish of her, perhaps she simply does not wish to part ways with someone she has grown to view as family.
a hand reaches for missandei's, the other falls atop the back of her hand as she holds on tight.Β βΒ i do not believe i could conquer the heavens and earth without you. having you by my side, i feel complete. β
@multiesmuses
TOMODACHI LIFE: SHENANIGANS EDITION. a collection of action based concepts inspired by the silly things those silly miis do. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)
follow. sender is following receiver for some reason.
breakdance. receiver walks in on sender breakdancing and joins them.
ballet. receiver is trying to learn ballet with sender.
stare. receiver is watching sender closely.
hearteyes. while sender is excitedly talking about something, receiver suddenly has hearteyes for sender.
ready to risk it all. sender officially confesses how they feel about receiver.
street light. receiver discovers sender switching the street light on and off for some reason.
ants go marching. mid-chatting, receiver gets distracted by a trail of ants passing by them and sender.
unrequited. receiver responds to their feelings not being reciprocated by sender.
foam sword. receiver pulls a toy sword out on sender only to be met with the same response.
water sprinkler. sender and receiver spend time together splashing and running around under the water sprinkler.
show off. sender and receiver are preparing to show off their prized possessions and debate who has the best item.
gloomy days. someone put sender in a rather foul mood and receiver attempts to make things better.
shake it, shake. sender and receiver draw in a crowd playing maracas and putting on a show.
chase. receiver chases sender around the gardens.
date. sender and receiver are on a special date.
shooting star. sender and receiver are lying in a bed of grass watching the stars together.
renovate. receiver asks sender to help them decorating and/or renovating around their home.
jump scare. receiver reacts to sender's attempt to spook them.
blushing mess. sender and receiver clearly have a thing for one another but are being bashful.
new style. receiver models their new hairstyle/clothing style for sender.
roomies. receiver asks sender to move in with them.
GAME OF THRONES 3.08, Second Sons
she hardly recognizes him. β it is true, years have been lost to them. she was younger then, more naive and full of life when last she'd seen him. just a foolish princess in love with a knight who could never truly be hers. not in the public eye, at least. now she stands a woman grown with a desire for vengeance written in her gaze. to have been sent away and sold to wed a man she hadn't known, as though she were something so easily to be cast aside, it stuck with dany. her brother's words of the throne being stolen from them easily poisoned her mind during those years in exile. now she has returned for what she believes is hers.
but he stands there with his white cloak, with a chain of clasped hands upon his armor. had it merely been brother against sister in this battle for the throne, it would be easier for her to play her dragons in this game of war. despite years of resentment and a growing hatred for this place and its people β¦ she cannot deny the soft spot he claims within her heart. even now.
βΒ word has traveled far,Β β she murmurs, gaze locked upon his β almost accusing him, but still searching for a lie within what she means to boldly state. βΒ they say you've bed the dowager queen.Β βΒ she waits, twirling her ring around her finger β a dragon that consumes its own tale, round and round it goes. βΒ how fleeting and fickle love must be for you.Β β disappointment briefly riddles her features, quickly replaced with a stone-like expression as twiddling with her ring ceases. Β βΒ leave this war behind, ser criston. for the sake of what we once had, you may go free β before it is too late.Β β before she, too, enters this game.
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DR4GONTALES : THE TALE OF THE MOTHER OF DRAGONS. as seen on hbo's ππΌππ ππ πππππππΒ and first introduced in grrm's πΌππππΌπ ππππππ β heavily divorcedΒ from the fandom and asoiaf rpc. purely show based with heavy reliance on headcanons, leaning on the original sources as a base point. unburned by melanie, she/her, thirty3, latina.
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β§ΛΒ°Λβ§ Β ππππ ππ ππππππ πππ Β·Β·Β· a collection of court politics, family loyalty, righteous claim roleplay sentence starters for those who never asked for the crown but wear it anyway. genre: political intrigue, duty vs desire, power & consequence.
β’ The realm requires stability, not affection. You would do well to remember as much. β’ They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. β’ Do you think I desired this burden? That I find rest easily in my chambers? β’ History is penned by victors. We need only ensure our triumph. β’ The smallfolk care nothing for legitimacy. They desire full bellies and protected hearths. β’ I do what our father ought to have done years hence. β’ Sentiment is a luxury ill-afforded in times such as these. β’ Every choice I make serves this house. Every single one. β’ They were given opportunity to bend the knee. They chose steel instead. β’ I know well what is spoken of me in the streets. Let them speak. β’ The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies. β’ Do you name me cruel? I am practical. There lies the difference. β’ The throne was sworn to me. I shall not beg forgiveness for claiming what is mine by right. β’ You desire mercy from me? Mercy delivered us to this precipice. β’ I protect what belongs to our bloodline. Why can you not see the necessity? β’ The gods may pass judgment upon me, but the realm shall remember me as its salvation. β’ This crown bears a weight you cannot fathom. β’ I shoulder this burden so you need not. Show proper gratitude. β’ We stand as the final bulwark against chaos. Conduct yourself accordingly. β’ Your conscience holds less import than our house's survival. β’ I shall not permit sentiment to unmake all we have built. β’ They desire a monster? I shall give them a sovereign. β’ The histories shall vindicate our cause. They always do. β’ I hold this realm intact with bloodied hands and you dare question my methods? β’ Do not mistake my resolve for wanton cruelty. I do what must be done. β’ The Faith stands beside us. The commons shall follow in turn. β’ You think them honorable? They would gladly see us put to the sword. β’ I did not desire this war. But I shall see it concluded. β’ Each day I choose duty above my own yearnings. Each and every day. β’ We are the rightful heirs. The law itself speaks for our claim. β’ I have sacrificed all for this family's future. β’ I know what I have become. Do you know what you are? β’ The hand that wields the sword commands the realm. Do not forget it. β’ They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. β’ You seek peace? Peace demands victory first. β’ I stand as shield between our house and annihilation. β’ The crown cares nothing for your uncertainties. Bear it or step aside. β’ Righteousness does not win wars. Strategy does. β’ I undertake what you prove too craven to attempt. β’ This matter extends beyond any single one of us. Can you not comprehend as much? β’ The realm shall offer thanks when the dust has settled.
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GAME OF THRONES 7.04, The Spoils of War
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It remained hard to string her thoughts together. Majestic creatures flying overhead, weapons of destruction, surely yes, but also fantastical animals that the child within wished to beam with glee and a w e. What strange times they lived in...
After years of struggle, Arya finally made her way home, haunted by the memories from better days. She could hear her brothers laughing in the yard before a stern though still gentle reprimand from her lady mother would snap the in line. That girl had longed for adventure, to see the world, she would have loved dragons at Winterfell. But that girl had died the same day the sword swung down at the sept of baelor.
Instead, careful grey eyes followed one of their newest visitors: The dragon queen. Mother of dragons. Breaker of chains. Arya had a distaste for queens but mayhaps this one would be different. The girl could care less who sat upon the Iron Throne as long as they were just, for the smallfolk, and let her family be home and safe. They'd lost too much already.
It's for Jon whom she was concerned for. Her time in Braavos only sharpened her keen eye. There was something there between the once King in the North and this dragon queen and Arya was determined to find out exactly what.
she was wary at first. wary of jon snow, of joining his cause as an alliance. wary of winterfell and the people he'd known growing up. she was wary because this was land she'd not touched or explored before now. they say the north is cold, but she finds its people to be colder. it's come to her initially as a shock that she hadn't been received with open arms. (she sees how people stare β at her, at her people and army. they are most unwelcome, this much is clear.)
but for short periods of time, she finds reprieve when it is just she and jon alone. he walks with her from her drogon. (rhaegal is off flying in search of food in the distance.) and it's the first time all day that she's heard her own laughter over something he'd said. his reaction to her children is amusing, to say the least. their banter brings her peace, she finds herself feeling genuine joy. it is short-lived when he bids her temporarily goodbye, leaving daenerys to watch his receding form as he headed off to speak to others in joining her cause in return for her joining theirs.
moments pass, gaze sweeps the area β she finds she's not as alone as she'd thought she had been. one sister doesn't care much for the likes of her. but what of this one? arya, she believes. they hadn't a moment to really speak much.
features soften as daenerys offers a smile. though a bit of distance remains between them, it doesn't keep her from calling out, βΒ he won't bite. β a subtle gesture of her chin over her shoulder towards drogon is given as continues. βΒ nor will i β if you care to greet him. β
anyways, π£οΈπ’ ship with me.
she sits upon the end of a table, one ankle crossed over the other atop the bench seat, an arm supporting her weight as she leans and her free hand holding a goblet of wine. she is the embodiment of giddiness β much to do with engorging on the drink, but in part because of the eccentric one before her. her uncles would frown upon her decision to join the common folk and knights who celebrate and prepare for the tourney. yet here she is, doing just that. she'd visited across pitched tents and camps β the fossoways and lannisters and ashfords, none of them held as much excitement than the celebration here with the baratheons. she'd seen him dance and drink and overeat; still, he manages to have energy and she almost envies lyonel.
@laughingstag, β i surrender who i've been for who you are. β
she laughs mid-drink, the wine drips down her chin and stains a soft blue dress. (the stain would never get out β why hadn't she thought to wear something darker?) she does not fret, however. daenerys chooses to sit up a little straighter, the goblet of wine set down beside her and soon she's moving away from the table altogether to approach. βΒ you would devote yourself to me, lyonel baratheon? β a prince sits the throne and her lineage is complicated, to say the least. she has no claim to the throne, the only glory she could offer to another is simply being intertwined with the targaryen name. βΒ then perhaps you should marry me. β and get her far away from the keep. she could see a life of joy away from this miserable family.