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She didn't come any closer, because what she saw made her feel dirty. Egwene wasn't a stranger to death but Rand?
How could this be? Was he using the source despite the risks? Again?
โI'm sure it's exactly what it looks like, Rand. Are you out of your bloody mind?โ
He must've been. It must've been the taint of the source that made him snap and Egwene shouldn't be surprised. They all knew what he was capable of, at least, she did. But she felt the pure, clean side of saidar, and she had killed with it, too. Of sound mind. She knew what she was doing back then. But Rand looked lost and confused...
Egwene got closer. Would Rand really hurt her? Could he do that? Would she have to save herself? Fight him, even?
โGo away from the body. I need to see what happened to....โ
I have to announce that I have to put most muses of this blog on a hiatus. This hiatus is "for the time being," means they might come back with season two of RoP, or an SPN rewatch.
Exceptions are:
Egwene Al'Vere
Perrin Aybara
Min Farshaw
Sadie McCollough
Lambert
Renfri & Rhea are exclusive for two mutuals. (Morphy & Crystal)
Arondir is exclusive for Morphy and their muses.
Falkor is exclusive for Crystal
Jaskier is exclusive for Morphy
This is for the time being and will change when I have my life sorted out. :)
The Dumb Puppy - aka - Serial Imprinter - aka - Won't Get A Single Break From Now Until the Final Heat Death of the Universe... Or After.
Tiny and Angry - aka - The Sleeping Berserk Button - aka - The One They're Not Gonna See Coming Until She Rips Out All Their Throats.
'If my middle name wasn't Spite it would be Fuck You' - aka - The Duck Mother to the Very Dumb Baby Ducks - aka - Will Spend at Least an Episode a Season Inside a Tragic Romance B-Plot - aka - Had The Braincell, Temper Made Her Lose It (she contains multitudes).
The Violent Sunshine Character - aka - Would Sucker Punch a God for a Homie She Met Two Hours Ago.
If Evil, Why Hot?
The word 'Nap' isn't in her vocabulary but it should be - aka - Can't Have 'One Nice Thing' for More Than Two and a Half Minutes - aka - Allergic to Feelings.
'There's a big sign that says Don't Touch The Red Button... I'm gonna touch the Red Button.' - aka - Who is This... Self Esteem You Speak Of? Never Heard of Them.
Voted Most Likely to be Adopted by a Hundred Random Strangers - aka - The Wolves Would Like Him to Get the Braincell but it Fell on the Ground and the Ground is Lava.
Doesn't Get Paid Enough for this Shit - aka - Clinging to the Last Braincell With the Tips of His Fingernails - aka - 'I can't believe I of all people am willing to have a single goddamn conversation here.'
'Fine I'll Do the Babysitting But You Owe Me So Much Booze' - aka - The Aunt That Once Forgot You In the Mall - aka - The Aunt That Gave You All the Safe Sex Tips and Traumatized You For Life - aka - The Aunt That Would Absolutely Bury a Body No Questions Asked.
everyone go enable this immediately. it can be a bit hard to find because โvisibilityโ is under blog settings instead of general settings or privacy. you have to do this individually for each separate side-blog
if you canโt find it on the app then the update probably hasnโt rolled out to you, and youโll have to go through the web browser. what a truly wild way/time to implement this
Perrin Aybara for Daenerys Targaryen (@siiinfully)
Hopper stood beside him, Perrin's hand was gripping in his rough dark fur. The other wolves, the whole pack was hiding in the darkness of the castle and the surrounding woods. After Robb's death and Perrin's rise, Arya came back, not for long, but she brought her direwolf and Sansa's with her, something that Perrin hadn't anticipated. Not after so many news came in.
All the letters, the stories of Arya, Robb's demise, the death Catelyn... Perrin chose none of this, but he was the only living legit child of age of Ned Stark, he had to do it. His ability to see through the eyes of the wolves and could listen to the caws of ravens, he knew that she would come.
And he hoped that she wouldn't burn Winterfell down to the ground, a black smear in the north, the last stop before the Wall.
His golden eyes were set to the horizon, and he could already smell them.
The Dragons.
The smoke, their hot breath.
โThey're near. I know,โ he said to Hopper. There was no need to speak verbally, but sometimes, Perrin needed to talk to Hopper as if he was almost human. He knew Elyas did the same before him. Hopper was used to it.
The reply was only a growl, but in Perrin's head, pictures appeared, feelings rose. The wolves were scared. Perrin's golden eyes flickered as he shifted and he saw through the eyes of Laila. The wolf he named as a child after the woman he thought he'd marry.
Now she was dead. Like mother, like father, like Perrin's brothers. And who knew, if Arya was still alive. She left not long ago, seeking revenge.
All that Perrin wanted was unity and peace.
Laila rushed through the woods, running back and forth, her breath coming in silky white clouds, and Perrin tasted the blood in her mouth, she just hunted a rabbit before she chose to run forth and let Perrin see the Targaryen as soon as possible.
His right hand clenched around the shaft of his battle axe, and the left gripped Hopper's fur harder.
There they were, in the distance. Three flying dragons. And the mental image of a woman, hair silvery white as freshly fallen snow and violet eyes.
Perrin froze. She wasn't further away than two hours.
โWell, so we'll meet the rightful queen of the south, Hopper.โ
Centuries, the Targaryens reigned. Theyโd conquered Westeros on the backs of three dragons, and they held their rule over the years from the eggs hatched from those three that survived the fall of Old Valyria.
But it had been decades since a Targaryen sat atop a dragon, and she had three.
Daenerys wanted nothing more than to regain her birthright and seek justice for those who had murdered the innocent members of her family. Elia and her children and her mother, Rhaella, who had been forced to journey to Dragonstone and the Narrow Sea while in a delicate condition. She had no plans to destroy those who had no direct hand in the atrocities done during the usurperโs rebellion, and her journey to the North was to see if the Northerners would rally to her cause.
A part of her was nervous, too, and it was only when she was atop Drogon that she allowed her stoic faรงade to fall. Like the rest of her ancestors, she was in her element while flying, and unaware that she was somehow being watched, she smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool air against her face.
But Winterfell was soon upon her and the Unsullied, and she was back to her usual โmoodโ, one wary yet open towards negotiations.
As tempting as it was to fly in to the Starksโ fortress atop Drogon, she chose to ride a horse and had her three โchildrenโ wait for them in the fields near Winterfell. Hopefully, this showed that she was there with peace and unity in mind and not a desire to force them into submission. The Starks and the Targaryens already had an intertwined history, if reports of her older brother and the late Lyanna Stark proved true.
She wondered if they held that supposed crime against her just for being Rhaegarโs younger sister. That was something she would soon find out, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she slowly rode into Winterfell and saw it for the first time. Grey Worm was by her side the entire ride, but he soon fell behind her, as did Missandei, and she dismounted her horse, her gaze finally falling on a young man who was standing beside a large wolf. Maybe one of the famed direwolves of the North, that were said to be larger than an average wolf and far more ferocious.
Daenerys approached, but she stopped before she came within the direwolfโs striking distance. โMy lord,โ she said by way of greeting, bowing her head partially to show that she acknowledged his authority.
The nod was accepted, even welcomed, after Perrin had feared that the dragons would run over Winterfell and make it burnt and salted grounds forever.
He knew that his father Ned has brought Jon with him, and even though Perrin and Jon shared the hair and the built, and a bond with wolves...Perrin and Bran knew the truth.
They knew Jon was Targaryen blood, conceived in passion or force, he didn't want to think about.
What he wondered was though, how such an ethereal beauty, clad in scales and the best clothes, with a whole army and her dragons arrived, would pay respect to him, after what happened to all the Stark family, caught in the web of the Lannister's and one last true blooded Targaryen.
Hopper stayed put, his ears showing alertness and ready to rip any throat that came too close to Perrin.
He gave him a playful pet and a soft impulse of...peacefulness. For now.
He bowed in exchange.
โYour Grace,โ his voice rumbled as deep as the gravel when rocks tumbled down the mountain. His golden eyes gleamed as he looked up.
โPlease, Lady Targaryen, I must excuse my brother Bran as he is no longer able to walk, and the cold is leaves him helpless and stiff. Please come in, get settled. My maids will show you the rooms. We are preparing supper. You must be hungry after the long travel. Bran and Hodor will attend to and offer their greetings. If you desire a bath, I will prepare it for you personally.โ
His eyes shot to the dragons though. They were so big, even from the distance and Laila's impressions showed her fear. She would come back and not go near them ever again.
meet: Jaskier (TW), Arondir (RoP), Falkor (The Neverending Story), Rhea Royce (HotD), Sam Winchester (SPN), Eddie Munson (ST) and several muses from The Wheel of Time...
independent, selective, nsfw leaning, adults only, AU & OC friendly.
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two highly-trained muses who are extremely good with hand-to-hand combat accidentally misinterpreting each other as a threat, maybe one walks into the other's space by mistake and it just spirals, and they (vaguely spar) struggle mutually trying to gain the upper hand enough to figure out what the Heck this other character is doing there, only they're both good enough that it's a genuine struggle for both of them which obviously escalates their mutual level of alarm (if it was just Some Person who accidentally stumbled in surely they'd suck at this?), and so the first meeting is. a very violent But Purposefully Restrained, silent fight in the dead of night, until one of them loses by sheer luck of the thing and they can say 'who the Hell are you oh my god i was just trying to get a peanut butter sandwich'
