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[g0dswood]

@altarcup »    ser duncan

“  my  apologies,  ser,  but  i'm  no  squire.  ”

he  may  be  dressed  as  one,  holding  the  reins  of  another  knight's  horses  as  if  he  were  one,  and  look  about  a  foot  shorter  than  even  the  most  average  knight,  but  a  squire  the  second  son  of  dorne  is  not.

uncomfortably,  quentyn  martell  shuffles  from  one  foot  to  the  other.  gerris  drinkwater,  the  knight  he  travels  with,  is  tall,  but  even  he  would  look  like  a  boy  next  to  this  man.  perhaps  he  would  have  been  wiser  not  to  reject  his  request;  quentyn  would  not  wager  on  a  favorable  outcome  were  the  hedgeknight  to  contest  him.  blame  the  long  road's  travel,  or  the  chip  in  his  pride  for  having  to  pretend  to  serve  his  friend,  perhaps,  but  a  man  of  a  lesser  house  nonetheless.  his  mouth,  usually  so  tightly  guarded,  ran  well  ahead  of  him  this  time.

should  he  turn  back  before  it's  too  late?  or  dive  head-first  into  the  maw  of  potential  danger?  should  a  knight  not  prove  himself?

“  i  am  ser  quentyn  martell.  pardon  my  attire,  as  i  travel  without  entourage  my  uncle  found  it  wise  for  me  to  disguise  myself  on  the  road,  ”  he  speaks  much  too  quickly  and  unconfidently  to  sound  convincing.  “  we  make  for  the  tourney.  as,  i  assume,  do  you?  ”

[aemondstark]

HELAENA TARGARYEN, THE DREAMER

"The title is dreamer, isn't it? So you might assume that it's all happening when she's asleep. But I like to think of her more as a day dreamer." — Phia Saban

[g0dswood]

my interpretation of maelor exists entirely in an AU where the dance never happened. ambition never came between loyalty, and love, faith and duty kept the family together as one. rhaenyra became queen as she was supposed to, the dragons and children all survived, magic thrived throughout the seven kingdoms as more dragons were born. this means maelor grew up close with his younger cousins, he got to grow up and see his dragon hatch and grow. he got to experience love from his parents without the burden of legacy or the fear for his life. i think both aegon and helaena showed him care and love in very different and perhaps unconventional ways, but he wasn't overprotected nor treated as a backup heir. his natural curiosity was fostered, his father would bring him lots of Things he asked for and he and his mother would quietly enjoy each other's presence while reading or doing other activities. he would grow into a gentle but incredibly kind person, and complement the twins in social aspects and his cousins with his calmer temperament. he'd be well-loved by his aunt the queen and the courtiers, and travel often to back up his theoretical studies with lived experience

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[g0dswood]

three heads of the dragon but it's dany, quentyn and young griff <3

[astormofsilk]

@g0dswood liked for a starter

Tyene pouted from the shade of an overgrown mango tree, ordered by her father and uncle to remain there until the lotion massaged into her skin set and her hair was properly bound up. Due to taking so much of her mother’s coloring she couldn’t enjoy the Dornish sun as easily as her cousins and sisters could. She was the fairest among them and while she never truly burned when she was young she got so sick from the sun her father thought she had been poisoned.

After that Tyene was watched carefully by all to ensure it never happened again.

Still it was annoying, if there were guests she’d be playing the role of the fair daughter with skin to delicate to be touched by the sun but there were no guests this day. It was a rare day for all of them to be at the Water Gardens but the fathers had business to discuss and it was easier to control the children if they were all in one group instead of being left to their own devices. From her spot she would see her older sisters talking amongst themselves about various plots and plans, while the younger ones ran around in the pools and shallows. Sarella wasn’t with them, off playing her own games far away but Tyene knew her sister was happy.

Quentyn finally came over, having torn himself from his conversations with a few knights and his uncle. “Finally joining my in my solitude cousin?” Tyene laughed, though there was a bitter edge to it. “I fear the servants won’t return with the length of fabric to keep my head from burning.” It was ridiculous, but she knew if she moved from the spot that her father would pick her up and put her back into the shade.

[g0dswood]

tyene  makes  him  nervous.  nearly  all  of  his  cousins  do,  save  the  little  ones  perhaps,  but  they  all  speak  and  act  so  surely  it  seems  they  must  know  secrets  that  quentyn  will  never  be  privy  to.  they  are  fierce,  and  loud,  unafraid  and  unashamed,  much  like  his  uncle  —  but  at  least  oberyn  looks  like  a  warrior,  not  like  these  snakes  wrapped  in  silk  garments.  tyene,  out  of  all  of  them,  is  perhaps  the  most  intimidating.  where  obara  is  brusque  and  nymeria  frank,  he  can  never  tell  what  goes  on  behind  the  fairest  sand  snake's  smile.  what  is  more,  she  looks  to  have  grown  entirely  close  with  arianne,  who  seems  to  only  have  curt  words  and  cool  glances  for  him  on  this  visit  to  the  palace  at  sunspear  and  the  water  gardens.

quentyn  knows  about  battle  and  history,  governance  and  stewardship,  but  he  knows  nothing  nothing  nothing  about  the  mind  of  women,  even  if  they  are  his  family.  he  awkwardly  comes  to  stand  next  to  tyene  in  the  shade  of  the  mango,  after  running  out  of  contributions  to  the  knights'  conversation  on  warfare.  he  is  only  a  squire,  and  he  has  seen  no  battle  apart  from  tavern  skirmishes  and  tourney  melees.  but  next  to  his  older  cousin,  he  feels  just  as  much  like  an  inexperienced  child.  the  last  time  they  met  must  have  been  the  last  time  he  felt  carefree  around  them,  as  a  toddler  playing  with  young  girls  in  the  pools,  just  like  the  younger  sand  snakes  are  playing  with  the  smallfolk  children  now.

“  i  could  fetch  you  my  scarf,  if  you  want  it,  ”  he  answers  sheepishly,  even  though  a  servant  is  already  on  his  way  and  sure  to  return  in  only  a  moment.  he  clears  his  throat  awkwardly.  “  the  shade  is  pleasant,  though,  isn't  it?  i  mean,  better  than  the  sun.  if  there  is  a  breeze,  that  is.  i  reckon  it  makes  no  difference  otherwise.  ”

[velcryons-a]

Independent Headcanon and Book based House Velaryon multimuse, featuring a mix of canon and oc. Triggering Content may be present, 18+. Written by Els

[g0dswood]

@g0dseye  »  starter  call

the  young  prince  is  as  much  cut  from  the  same  wood  as  his  mother  than  his  cousin  is  from  her  own;  where  maelor  is  soft  and  malleable,  visenya  throws  sparks  like  flint  striking  iron.  this,  though,  does  not  mean  that  they  do  not  get  along.  if  one  is  air  and  the  other  is  fire,  they  may  still  meet  eye  to  eye  on  dragonback.  maelor  was  given  one  of  silverwing's  eggs  when  he  was  a  newborn  in  his  cradle,  and  for  five  long  years  it  remained  unhatched,  leading  many  to  believe  the  boy  was  unfit  to  claim  a  dragon  like  almost  all  his  relatives  had.  the  she-dragon  jadewing  hatched  only  weeks  after  his  fifth  nameday,  and  they  were  bonded  since.  it  is  perhaps  the  reason  why  the  pale  green-and-gold  dragon  displays  a  temper  much  quieter  than  the  other  dragons  in  the  pit,  and,  while  distrustful  with  other  humans,  is  gentle  and  obedient  with  her  rider.

slender  jadewing  climbs  the  wind  like  a  spiral  staircase,  but  visenya  still  soars  higher  than  them.  “  slow  down,  ”  maelor  manages  to  gasp  in  high  valyrian  as  his  cousin  breaks  another  layer  of  clouds  on  her  dragon  and  is  out  of  their  field  of  vision,  but  his  dragon  he  urges  on  with  light  pressure  to  her  sides  from  his  heels.  the  ocean  below  them  has  become  a  sheet  of  velvet,  black  and  shrouded  in  mist.  maelor  closes  his  eyes  and  lets  the  dark  grey  clouds  wash  over  him.  on  the  other  side,  the  sun  has  turned  the  world  to  gold.

[g0dswood]

@feminurge  »  starter  call

the  volantene  inn  is  only  sparsely  filled  on  this  evening,  to  quentyn's  luck.  his  travels  have  paired  him  with  many  a  colourful  character,  and  thus  one  night  without  the  noise  and  commotion  will  do  him  wonders.  the  free  cities  are  nothing  like  home,  and  despite  all  their  hospitality  even  taverns  and  guest-houses  do  not  manage  to  give  him  much  comfort;  he  grows  more  restless  by  the  day.  for  weeks,  quentyn  and  his  companions  have  been  looking  for  passage  to  meereen,  and  still  no  merchant  ship  will  take  them  across  the  gulf  of  grief.

sullenly,  he  looks  into  the  cup  before  him.  he  feels  nothing  like  playing  gerris  drinkwater's  servant  tonight,  and  there  are  far  too  few  witnesses  to  hold  him  to  it.  his  companions  have  sought  an  early  night,  but  quentyn  is  too  morose  to  find  any  sleep  quite  yet.  so  captivated  by  his  own  misery  is  he  that  he  only  notices  the  young  woman  long  after  she's  come  in.  when  he  does  though,  the  ale  he  was  so  gloomily  sipping  is  stuck  in  his  throat,  and  he  has  to  cough  heavily  to  not  choke  on  it.  she  looks  as  if  from  a  dream  —  with  pale  skin  and  hair  silver  as  stars.  or  is  the  light  playing  tricks  on  him?  by  now  he  is  well  into  his  cups,  perhaps  it  is  a  trick  of  the  mind  instead.  unwittingly,  he  has  stood  up,  and  when  he  comes  to  his  senses  he  has  half  a  mind  to  sink  back  down  and  into  himself,  but  he  thinks  better  of  it.  this  is  the  first  sign  of  success  he  has  encountered  on  this  mad  trip.  he'd  be  a  fool  to  dismiss  it.

“  excuse  me,  my  lady,  ”  the tongue of volantis scratches at the back of his throat, but the foreignness lends him a measure of confidence. he  steadies  himself  on  her  table;  perhaps  he  has  let  the  evening  progress  too  far.  “  you  look  to  me  as  if  from  a  distant  past.  i  may  be  mistaken,  but  it  seems  that  the  blood  of  old  valyria  still  walks  among  us  in  this  day  and  age.  pray  tell,  do  you  descend  from  the  dragonlords  of  old?  ”

[g0dswood]

@g0dseye  rhaenyra:  don't  worry  about  it  ,  it  was  worth  it  .  »    from  the  mick  sentence  starters

the  girl's  eyebrows  knit  together  in  worry  when  she  sees  her  friend's  bruise,  but  rhaenyra  always  manages  to  catch  alicent's  worry.  she  is  a  noble  lady,  and  her  father  is  hand  to  the  king  himself,  but  she  can  never  walk  these  castle  halls  with  the  same  swagger  and  unburdened  confidence  that  her  friend  has.  she  is  no  crown  princess,  and  no  dragon  rider;  girls  like  alicent  no  matter  their  status  are  supposed  to  be  happy  with  books  and  sewing  needles  and  the  company  that  is  allowed  to  them.  but  even  given  the  chance  to  do  all  that  rhaenyra  does,  would  alicent  be  brave  enough  to  take  it? 

she  smiles  uneasily,  but  knows  better  than  to  berate  rhaenyra.  “  did  you  strike  something,  or  were  you  struck?  should  i  even  ask?  ”

[g0dswood]

quentyn nymeros martell » au verse: the dance of the dragons

nephew of prince qoren martell, about the age of the princess rhaenyra's brothers and eldest sons. same as in his main story, he has been fostered at yronwood for most of his life and feels like he needs to prove his martell name.

dorne has just suffered another loss against the targaryens in the form of failed support for the triarchy in the stepstones. qoren does not trust daemon targaryen, and has had fruitful trade with the triarchy controlling the narrow sea, so he backed them in the war.

dornish armies, of course, don't have a great track record against dragonfire, so he seeks a way to somehow get a hold of a dragon for himself. kinda paralleling quentyn's arc in adwd, his uncle sends him to king's landing and/or dragonstone to see if he can get a hold of an alliance, dragonrider or dragon egg. he either dies trying to pose as a dragonseed or under similar circumstances trying to bag a dragon and making stupid choices :P

[g0dswood]

@kirimvesrina »  starter  call

diplomacy  between  dorne  and  the  seven  kingdoms  has  always  been  a  courteous  but  sparse  affair,  and  prince  qoren  has  not  given  his  nephew  much  instruction  on  what  to  say  as  he  sent  him  to  dragonstone  amidst  the  rumours  growing  around  the  king's  poor  health.  with  prince  daemon's  occupation  of  the  stepstones,  recent  history  has  not  proven  dorne  to  withstand  dragonfire  more  than  in  previous  skirmishes,  and  so  the  envoy  from  sunspear  is  slowly  staking  out  the  threat  brewing  when  the  dragons  are  bound  to  clash. 

the  crown  princess  herself  is  preoccupied  with  her  progressed  pregnancy,  and  so  quentyn  finds  himself  chipping  bits  of  information  from  other  sources  around  the  castle.  today,  he  has  found  a  young  girl,  one  of  rhaenyra's  handmaidens,  that  one  of  his  companions  has  identified  as  gyles  yronwood's  daughter.  though  she  surely  has  never  set  foot  in  her  father's  homeland,  quentyn  hopes  the  dornish  blood  flowing  through  her  could  make  her  sympathetic.

“  my  lady,  ”  quentyn  adresses  her,  and  so  far  manages  not  to  stutter  or  trip  over  his  words.  “  it  has  been  a  while  since  the  princess  has  adressed  the  court.  is  there  any  chance  to  see  her  before…  ”  he  falters,  flushes  red  and  cannot  find  a  way  to  finish  his  sentence.  he  really  should  have  thought  his  words  through  before  beginning  to  speak.

[g0dswood]

little starter call to kick things off, 1-2 paragraphs !! feel free to request any muse or just hit like and i'll pick someone for u 🌿🤍

[g0dseye]

#g0dseye.                 ind.  /  priv.  /  westeros-based  multimuse  by  tara  (  24,  she/they,  EDT.  )

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[g0dswood]

@halfyearsqueen  »  starter call

the old king has invited a visitor into the small council chambers today, a test of patience perhaps to some of the council members as the pressing matters of governance are pushed into the background in favour of a lesson.

“ the council and i discuss all sorts of important issues in the kingdom, ” baelon explains to the girl on his lap, the king's first and, so far, only cherished grandchild. “ sometimes it is entertaining, and sometimes it is dull, but it is always important, for us and for the people of the realm. the council helps me rule, you see, they know plenty of things that are needed to make the wisest decisions. ”

he points down the table to a well-familiar face, “ do you know what your father does, for example? ”