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𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

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𝓣HE HEART OF FAITHDOM, THE CRADLE OF WESTEROS, TO THE GLORY THAT WAS OLDTOWN AND THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS HIGH TOWER. An independent & incredibly private multimuse centred on HOUSE HIGHTOWER from George R.R. Martin's Fire & Blood and A Song of Ice & Fire, with a lean toward the fantastical & the gothic. Dark themes lie ahead, exercise caution. In concord with ━━━ twicehightower &...

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𝓐 STUDY IN HOLY HYPOCRISY, AND THE TRICKS LIGHT PLAYS. Of Church and State. The Pillars of Faith and Duty. The Liturgy of Lordship, and the Commerce of Crowns. The Front of Divine Crusades. Knighthood, and Vows of Chivalry, Honour, and Integrity. Machiavellianism and Shakespearean Narratives...

Muses below the cut. [ * indicates primary focus ]

𝓣HE CONQUEST.

Queen Ceryse Hightower *, niece of the High Septon, and first [ of many ] wife-consorts to Maegor I the Cruel. (fc: Léa Seydoux) [ late 20s, lesbian ]

𝓣HE DANCE OF DRAGONS.

Ser Otto Hightower, knight of Oldtown, Hand of the King to three kings. (fc: Rhys Ifans) [ 50s-60s, bisexual ]

Ser Brynden Hightower *, eldest son & heir of Otto Hightower & Lady Alerie Florent, knight of Oldtown. (fc: Sam Claflin) [ mid 40s, bisexual ]

Ser Myles Hightower, second son of Otto Hightower & Lady Alerie Florent, knight of Oldtown. (fc: Leo Suter) [ late 30s, heterosexual ]

Queen Alicent Hightower, the Green Queen, daughter of Otto Hightower & Lady Alerie Florent, second wife to Viserys I. (fc: Olivia Cooke) [ late 30s, bisexual ]

Lord Ormund Hightower *, Lord of the Hightower and head of House Hightower, beacon of the South, protector of the Citadel, and voice of Oldtown. (fc: James Norton) [ mid to late 40s, bisexual ]

𝓣HE REIGN OF AEGON III AND VISERYS II.

Lord Lyonel Hightower *, eldest son & heir of Lord Ormund, wed in scandal to the lady Samantha Tarly, the widow of his father. (fc: Joshua Orpin) [ mid 20s, bisexual ]

Ser Martyn Hightower, second son of Lord Ormund, ward & squire to Lord Redwyne. (fc: Louis Partridge) [ early 20s, homosexual ]

Ser Garmund Hightower, third son of lord Ormund, page & cupbearer to Lord Tyrell, second husband to the Lady Rhaena Targaryen. (fc: Philip Froissant) [ early 20s, heterosexual ]

𝓐 SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.

Queen Margaery Tyrell, the Little Queen, daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower, wife to Renly Baratheon, Joffrey I Baratheon, and Tommen I Baratheon. (fc: Cristiana Capotondi) [ early 20s, bisexual / fem leaning ]

more pending... every muse is adaptable across timelines [ e.g. asoiaf, akotsk .. ]

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Carrd is up and [ semi- ] functional!

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Martyn and Garmund are the type of guys coming back from a study abroad that send their father into a spiral .. Martyn comes back with an Arbor accent, and he's saying Hightower fashion is outdated and modest .. over dinner, Garmund hits Lyonel with, "Oldtown is lovely, it is good to be back .. but it's nothing like Highgarden, truly, did you know the castle was designed by-" #takemeback #longueviehighgarden

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maybe we will have icons after all ...

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RP starters from the novels ( One to four ) of the Celestialverse.

I was create to wage carnage.

That speech was so inspiring, I almost developed half a moral.

Why do you not show me how much trouble you can put up before you realise who I am.

I wish I had slaughtered you instead.

Have you added blasphemy to your crimes now?

You wanted a soldier, I wanted a father. Consider us both disappointed.

Nobody in their right mind would crown a mad boy king.

When you left me to die, he offered me an opportunity.

When I looked death in the eye, I realised I never wanted to die. I just wanted to stop living the way I did, in pain and torment. If that makes me the villain, fine.

I do not let people get close.

He killed you, lied to you for centuries and suddenly I am the villain?

Do not roughen him up, we need him capable.

The darkest ones do not stop at morals.

You sound like a mortal. It is disgusting.

Your father would have handled this differently.

You truly have made yourself a monster.

Try and fire at me. Go ahead, call for your patrons.

You are my patron.

Remove your hood.

I have been nothing but hospitable and you kick my efforts with your feet.

Touch her again and I will break your bones one at a time.

Meet your maker.

My actions are barely comparable to yours.

It will catch up to him when he expects it the least.

Neither of you can fool the court.

He is a boy, he is terrified.

He is in no danger.

I am the danger.

I am what everbody fears.

War is upon us.

Fear speaks to the innermost of a person.

You should see yourself.

They fear you for your mind.

We are not going to kill the king.

You are the fucking royalty.

You can not tame a dragon.

I do not think that your decision was right.

Just as easily as I have given you life, I can take it away.

Do not make me kill you in front of them.

Ruthlessness is a learnt emotion.

If you stop him, he will wage war against you.

They fear the powerful.

Take off your armor.

Paint me the monster to ease your darkness.

I would always be merciless on them.

I will not be your weapon.

Come forth and kneel.

Look at me!

You led him to slaughter.

If anyone dares to stand against me, death awaits them.

Kneel!

Let them see what you are capable of.

At least I do not let me pride get ahead of me.

Have you never realised that all I ever wanted was your approval?

If you lay a single hand on her, I will mutilate you so bad you wish you were dead.

Careful never got me anywhere.

I will take all that is his.

You can not beat me.

Maul her, chase her, kill her.

You can defend yourself so do it.

You look dreadful.

You were supposed to stop me.

I am not your conscience.

You are the queen/king/monarch of ashes.

Time does not matter. The body count does.

Spare me your wisdoms.

You can not win against me.

I am eternal.

Do I have your attention now?

Always turning stomachs , aren't you?

You are only alive for my amusement.

Death would not suit me.

Careful with your tone.

Do not play with your food.

Since when do you care for fairness?

Let's demonstrate what you do to the ones who betray you.

I do not care about the saints.

You are a spoilsport, you know that?

I like you unhinged.

Stop apologizing like a child and take responsibility for your actions.

The saint will kill you.

Make me.

You are nothing. Nobody.

Kill them or I will.

You are not my god.

All power to you. And may you choke on it.

Do you want to be hunted?

God is dead.

You want to pray to him? Pray to me instead.

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Rereading bits of F&B and I want to write more of the Greens rallying behind the notion of Aegon ii, and their two Queens in turn, and more of the early-year machinations .. Otto orchestrating the Queen's Green Party despite his dismissal, the blood pact, all of it as it plays out. It is Aegon's claim they champion, his banner, his dragon, and he should become as the sun for the cause, the light above — there’s a lot to explore there, this is a years-long ploy. Let them lock in 🤌

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Possessed by thoughts of the Hightowers in their house colours...

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NOTHING and I mean NOTHING is funnier to me than Ormund becoming pro Dorne just to be anti Targ.

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༒︎. The council had run its course, as these affairs are wont to do. A slow consumption of the noon, each hour surrendered to speech, whilst weightier matters sat unspoken betwixt the air. @ordyneir must have noticed as much. Viserys is swarmed by voices, each man bringing his counsel to the king as a merchant brings his wares to market, and each desiring that his own should be the one purchased. All things burn in a dragon's maw, yet even in the ashes men would squabble, and all would become mercantile in nature, for that is the way of the world. Thrice-headed the dragon heraldry may be, and a power unto man unseen, but man is himself a power unto the Realm, and it is a triumvirate that reigns, indeed: The Law, the Faith, and the Crown. A thousand voices speak, lords aplenty, but true sovereignty is a creature of belief. Gold may fashion an ornament, and any fool can garner gold, but only legitimacy may make of it a crown. Interest upon interest had gathered at the small council as always. Regardless, Otto doubts not that her wilful gaze scorns most of all him, even if her accusation wears a veil laced. She hath learned the histories her father sets before her well enough; yet in the arts of statecraft━━that ancient theatre wherein treachery masquerades as politics━━she hath not found her surest footing. Dragons are ill-suited to such games, he thinks, for it seems their pride swells too great, their certainty of strength a crescendo. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, ❛ Whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom. ❜ And as she lingers upon the threshold, Ser Otto nods with due respect, wordlessly bidding her to follow, and together they fall into step along the length of the corridor, beneath the slanted light of the sun sneaking through the arrow slits. It is ever the folly of youth to mistake counsel for control. Thus does he take a quiet delight in the young princess's observation, and a smile curves at his mouth as he regards her. ❛ Your father is not bereft of conviction, princess. But he has never lacked the fortitude to hear that which he would rather not. ❜ He grants her the frustration without mockery, for she is not wholly wrong; yet he begrudges her the simplicity of it. Bolder yet she grows, and twice as spoiled for it. ❛ ’Tis the failing of lesser men to surround themselves with concord alone ━━ in time you, too, will learn this, much to your chagrin. ❜

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How much did Otto have to hype up Gwayne and Alicent before visiting their cousin when they were younger? 😔

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Let's be dramatic .. would you like a kiss of varying symbolism / meaning ( be it affection, greeting, betrayal, deceit, death, platonic etc. ) from one of the Hightowers.

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He's so charming and courteous and virtuous and definitely not deranged and hysterical :)

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How high are these towers ...

Otto is 6'2 and Ormund is 6'1. Almost as big as their ego.

Alicent is about 5'6 but with twice the attitude .. and lovely miss Ceryse is 5'8.

Lyonel is tall like his father, a good 6'1 .. Martyn and Garmund are about 5’11 and 6 f, respectively.

Brynden is 6'4 [ Ormund hates this ] and Myles is 6'2. Towering over their baby siblings :')

Margaery is only 5'2, short queen, perfect height to be picked up <3

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akotsk verse for lyonel but he’s just there to flirt, drink wine, and mess around … but he can lock in to cross lances if one insists 🤺

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His parade armour would have iconography from the Faith engraved, like the hilt of his father's ancestral Valyrian sword :)

and Brynden's armour is Crusader-inspired, in our terms, but otherwise meant to evoke a harsher approach,

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akotsk verse for lyonel but he’s just there to flirt, drink wine, and mess around … but he can lock in to cross lances if one insists 🤺

[hedleylamarr]

LITTLE WOMEN (1994) dir. Gillian Armstrong.

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༒︎. The light of the candelabras waltzes athwart the solar, and the shadows of the lord and lady Hightower are thus entwined upon the walls, dark and yet darker, veiling each their secrets. In the half-dark, schemes unfold in his mind's eye as he toys idly with his signet, irritation coiling about his ribs like a serpent. Tidings from King's Landing have ever had the tendency to irk him. The crimson wax bearing his uncle’s seal carried not merely words, but a summons, a beseeching that he ride forth and quiet the unrest spreading throughout the Reach, that he might restore order where whispers of rebellion had begun to take root after Aegon’s crowning. A seal, he discovers, which is now missing. His gaze does ascend unto his wife, and a brow is raised, amused at the brazen little crime she had seen fit to commit. A means to distract him, perhaps. A game. 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬, ❛ Do you yield? ❜ His head cants as he observes her with the faintest curl of amusement touching his mouth like the unsheathing of a blade, the thief of his own correspondence. ❛ Is it to be war between us, dearest? ❜ It is no mere decadence, keeping his beautiful bird perched and allowing her sight of the affairs that passed his desk. He had never been a man satisfied with beauty alone; a jewel might adorn a crown, but it could not advise the hand that wore it, and beauty without wit was a fragile ornament. Cunning is woven as readily into her nature as silk into a lady’s gown, and he trusts her no more than he trusts the blood from which she hails, her traitor house which even now pledges support for the bitch-queen, but she amuses him regardless, with her ploys. ❛ Indulge me in the art of war, then. ❜ For a moment, he remains seated, allowing the silence between them to stretch, as his lady triumphant does sway him with her eyes. The signet he had been toying with is set aside upon his desk. Then, at last, he rises from his seat. ❛ When one’s adversary has convinced himself he has gained the advantage, is it wiser to disabuse him of the notion at once… ❜ And as his voice drawls, he circles the great desk with an almost idle grace, his hands clasped neatly behind him. She yields ground before him as he comes upon her, until the carved oak of the high shelves meets her spine and the weight of old histories stands witness behind her. Yet still, he does not reach for the letter. Instead, his hand rises, fingers tracing the line of her throat, his thumb settling where the flutter of her pulse betrays her desire, the thrum of her life beheld at his whim. He lowers his head, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, then another, leaving in its wake the faintest bloom of rose, like wine staining marble. When he speaks, his voice is scarcely more than a murmur against her jaw. ❛ Or permit him a few moments' satisfaction before the ground gives way beneath his feet? ❜ He steals the breath from her lips, one hand capturing both her wrists above her head against the ornately carved wood of the shelves, the other reclaiming the parchment. He folds the letter once and places it betwixt her teeth, sealing her mouth thus as his mouth descends downward.