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❝ WHEN YOU PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, YOU WIN OR YOU DIE. THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND ❞
☙ rhaegcl ❧
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// my activity here is going to be about 0 for the next week or two as I have too many midterms coming up. Please bear with me! I'll probably be on vis's blog with the time I do have. I'm not abandoning his one though~
//shitty mobile reminder, Viserys is (slowly) moving to his own blog @goldnncrowned
♔ Normally I stay out of drama/callouts, but there is never any reason to pressure someone into doing things that make them feel unsafe or uncomfortable. Also, don’t ever feel obligated to interact with someone that makes you feel uncomfortable. You are not overreacting. Making sure that you are okay, comfortable and happy with what is happining in a thread or plot or even ooc interaction is important. Roleplay is a hobby, a safe space, not a job. Take care of yourselves friends and know that I’m always here if you need me.
//shitty mobile reminder, Viserys is (slowly) moving to his own blog @goldnncrowned
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acharmingbird:
Sansa wavered only a moment. With one glance towards the door, she took a step, instead, in the direction of Viserys. She put her hand gently on his shoulder, frowning at the trembling she felt. “Are you sure you want me to go? I will, if that’s what you want.”
٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭
He flinched at the touch but put his hand over hers. ❝ Sansa... help me?❞ he whispered, a moment of rare weakness. He couldn’t end up the way his father did. What would be the point then? He might as well hang himself - before one of his own guards slits his throat. Or perhaps his lady wife would rather do the honors.
Had he truly changed so much? Viserys didn’t think so, but even a man blind as he could see the signs. Even his own sister had grown away from him. What happened to the little girl who would climb into his bed and ask for stories? Or rather, what happened to the boy who would tell them? Viserys wasn’t that person anymore. And if he was no longer that Viserys, then WHO WAS HE?
❝ I don’t think I know who I am anymore... ❞
reekcd:
“Y-yes, Master. S-straight away…”
Reek did not waste another moment, not even another breath before he had begun wiping up the mess he’d made. A waste of good wine, to be sure. He would be punished for this later, he knew that all too well.
His hands still trembled even as he used a rag to soak up the crimson fluid– a colour he knew all too well these days. His own clothes (if they could even be called that anymore) were stained with the same colour in many places. But it was not wine that had left those marks.
He returned to his place in the background when he was finished. Perhaps, if he was fortunate, his master would forget about his little blunder over the course of the meal. Perhaps he might avoid a punishment…
⛌ ╳ MAN OF MERCY ╳ ⛌ Ramsay suffered through the rest of the meal and its pleasantries, his bloodlust rising in his throat as if it could grow arms and choke him. He passed the time planning the games he’ll play with his favorite little toy.
As soon as his guests departed, Ramsay sidled up to his pet. ❝ You were a naughty pup today, little Reek, ❞ He scolded almost playfully, gripping the other’s thin wrist between his fingers. ❝ And after your dear Master was kind enough to wash your hair this morning. Oh, Reek, Reek what did you do? ❞
Fingers slid from wrist to shoulder and the man squeezed hard enough to bruise. ❝ No one wants a sloppy servent. Does little Reek need reminding of his Lord Master’s expectations? ❞
❝ WHEN YOU PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, YOU WIN OR YOU DIE. THERE IS NO MIDDLE GROUND ❞
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Oh, how he hated when his lord master had guests. It made him nervous, for he knew that any mistake, any slip up, could cost him dearly.
It simply wouldn’t do to embarrass Ramsay Bolton, after all.
And yet he’d erred already. The wine had spilled on the table thanks to his shaky hands, and some of it may well have gotten onto the guest’s clothes, too. He glanced around anxiously, hoping that his master wouldn’t see.
“I-I… I’m… I’m t-terribly sorry…”
⛌ ╳ MAN OF MERCY ╳ ⛌ Ramsay gave his Reek a soft smile. Stupid thing it was, spilling wine everywhere. He ought to make the creature clean it off with its tongue. Lick the table, little Reek. Lick it clean like a good little bitch. Then you can lick the shit off my shoes.
Not that he would say such a thing before his guests. Even H E would not be so open with his cruelty. Not when allegiances were the difference between life and death. ❝You should be. Clean this up. ❞ He gestured to the table, keeping his voice light. It wasn’t good to show the sheep his anger, not yet. Scared sheep often did stupid things and Ramsay had no need for stupid sheep.
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// shitty mobile post. I'm in the process of making a mains page so drop by my ims/ask if you want to be included! I'll take between 1-3 of each muse. (I'll put up a proper main call later) Being mains with me means I'll prioritize your threads and possibly use your portrayal of your muse as my muse's canon (exclusivity without the exclusive part if that makes sense). HMU if you're interested~ I just wanted to put this out there as I've been liking other people's main calls and it'll get hella confusing hella fast if I don't get some mains pages up~
acharmingbird:
She hit the wall, squeezed her eyes shut. She knew that - she had even seen the poor girls afterwards, she didn’t need to be reminded of the horror she had escaped as Joffrey’s future wife by the arrival of the Taragaryen forces in Blackwater Bay. She ought to have learned better, with Joff, but after watching the mean boy choke on his own blood at the point of a sword, she had resolved not to let anyone tread all over like that again.
“You are,” she spat, opening her eyes and turning them on him with cold fury. “I want you to act like a king! You swore, when you came, that you would make the people celebrate the return of Targaryen rule, but you’ve done nothing but prove that Jaime Lannister was right to kill your father!”
٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭
Fingers clenched at his sides and he tried to calm himself before he did something really stupid - murdered his own wife? ❝ What - Sansa - would you have me do? Do you want to be K I N G? ❞ he plucked the golden crown off of his head and set it upon hers. ❝ Hail Sansa Stark. King of the andals and the first - men. ❞ His voice dripped sarcasm and he gave her a lavish bow. He was sick of this. Nothing, nothing he could do was ever good enough. Not for her, not for Dany, not for anyone.
What the hell was Viserys supposed to do? The dornish hated him for his brother’s sins, the rest of Westeros hated him for his father’s sins. The Tyrells still kept the roseroad closed, damn near starving the city. Did they feel spited that he married Sansa and not their Margaery?
Tell me you will hold me in the golden afterlife.
