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[vallorouslly]

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor from Nyra thinking Hunger Games with this one

memes - always accepting! - @incissam

He had to do this right if Rhae had any hope of getting out of that arena on top of the rest of them. While he had a fleeting moment of feeling unspeakably awful for thinking that, for disregarding the very lives of the other tributes going in to the Games, they were discarded in favor of training her better.

Hit harder. Run faster. Hide quicker. Focus, dammit.

Just as he thought he had the upper hand, she came at him from his blind spot. She twisted his arm, quite literally, and he grunted as she swept his legs out from under him. Logan barely registered until it was done that she had him pinned to the ground, arms above his head, and he's smirking up at her, trying to catch his breath.

"Good..." He murmurs before a wince from his bad shoulder causes honey brows to furrow for a moment. "Use those high vantage points and launching tactics and you'll have the wind knocked out of 'em too, give you even more of an advantage." He could still technically get her off of him quite easily, given he's bigger on her in size, but he holds that back for now.

[scriptorxfabularum]

Continued from Discord with @incissam

     HIS SMILE GREW WIDER STILL when she relayed the story of how she was nearly mauled to death by her FERAL pack of dogs. He was pretty sure that the animals were trained pretty damn well, seeing as they were nowhere in sight at the moment, even with Daenerys’ food out. However, that didn’t always mean they were REALLY well-behaved. He would have to meet her dogs to know.

     At the thought of meeting her dogs, his eyes sought out hers in the video in front of him, his smile growing a little wider. Meeting her dogs would mean meeting HER in a more personal setting. So maybe a doggy date after all.

     “Hmm?” He hadn’t immediately realized that she had asked him a question, his mind having wandered into fantasy-territory. Of maybe he was really more asleep than he thought he was. “Oh yes, obviously. I mean, look at the poor animal.” He picked up the laptop with both hands and tilted the camera towards where Greywind was absolutely DEVOURING his food. He placed the laptop back on the table, attempting to stifle a yawn as he did, putting it back JUST right, so she was facing him.

     “So? Were you able to find the white Burgundy? Or did you end up choosing something else to drink with your risotto?”

[malbcrtha]

@incissam ;

Mal had awoken to find that she was no longer in Auradon. At least, she didn’t think she was. She quickly began to walk around, hoping to find a building, a landmark, something that was familiar to her, but everything as far as she could see was foreign, almost…medieval. When she sees how peculiarly garbed the people who are walking about are, Mal knew she was far from home. Those that had noticed the stranger in their midst regarded her with suspicious, odd gazes.

Suddenly, before she knew it, a group of armored guards seized her by the arms and led her inside a pyramid-like structure of many colored bricks. When she tried to wriggle herself free of their grasp, the guards only tightened their hold on her. Giving a frustrated sigh in defeat, she had no choice but to follow them.

 ❝ What’s happening? Where are you taking me? ❞ She asked, to which her answer was to the queen. Who is the queen…? I guess I’m about to find out, she wondered as they led her deeper inside.

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        ❝  @incissam, if i am going to be your barbie doll that you get to dress up, can i at least get some boba tea out of this ?  ❞   

[astormofsilk]

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“Khaleesi….khaleesi wake up.” Irr whispered softly, doing her best not to awake the other girls that slept in the tent with her. The air was cool but warm enough that they weren’t sleeping on top of each other as they had in nights past. Her hands came forward and she gently stroked the other’s arm to help awaken her more. The young dragons started to trill and chirp in protest to Irri’s voice, as unwilling to awaken as their mother seemed to be.

She hated to wake her, it had been the worst time in any life with the death of their Khal and the khalasar dissolving. They were on their own now and her Khaleesi had lost her husband and child in one night, and had taken her first life. For most dothraki their life was a war so they were used to violence and fighting, but the silver haired girl had been raised in silks and comfort compared to that. Irri wanted to give her all of the rest she could, but there were things to be seen that she felt the other would enjoy.

Letting Viserion crawl up onto her shoulders and trill at her angrily, she bent over the lot of them again, putting her lips against the sleeping one's ear. “Khaleesi wake up, there is something you need to see.” Irri pitched her voice a little louder, trying to rouse her quickly before what she wanted to show her faded. “I am not so above myself to carry you from this tent if I must but you must wake up.” It was a tease, she and her Khaleesi were almost the same height and Irri would not have an easy go of it if she tried.

[caracarnn]

His heart broke for her and he wasn't entirely sure how he was meant to ease whatever was storming inside of her. Rand knew that with this announcement the entire realm would change, somehow he knew that. And judging by her tears Rhaenyra also felt that. It was rare to see her in such a state and feelings of upset and anger swirled inside of him. He could not understand how they would reduce her to such a state and not care to come after her, not care to comfort her either. "I'll take you anywhere." He told her softly as he moved closer to her and lifted her easily into his arms. No one was about, no one would see and, for the moment, Rand simply didn't care. He wasn't sure whether to take her from the city or simply to where he slept but he left the Godswood with her anyways.

@incissam - cont'd from here

[agoldenlily-archive]

The North was bitter with cold and she knew that it would take her sometime to acclimate to the hard winter. Of course she had been to the North before but never for an extended stay. And definitely not in this sort of way. Coming here with Daenerys Targaryen was an experience that Elayne had just known would be an absolute adventure. The trip up had been littered with wonderful inns, smaller villages, meeting new people, and showing Dany various things that Elayne thought she should see now that she was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Seeing Dany's delight was something that Elayne relished in.

Now that the King in the North had greeted them and given them grand quarters within the Keep, Elayne looked towards her friend with a small and knowing smile - secretive too. She was glad that they had a joint room, on request, after all they needed to discuss all of the men that they had seen in coming here. Someone had to catch their eye - especially Dany's. Elayne was adamant that her friend find some happiness with that crown weighing heavily on her head.

"So - they are quite different." Much rougher, not at all the perfumed Southron lords that Elayne had known her whole life. "Please tell me that you saw one of them and felt your interest pique?" Her brows lifted and she swallowed down a teasing laugh as she looked across at her friend. "If not, we'll have to sweep of the population once morning comes." - @incissam

[slumberingchaos]

@incissam

The sound of his footsteps were always accompanied with the tinkling of the bells that adorned his jahak and with it came the loud boisterous sounds of the men who had left with him on their hunt. The man in the center was quieter, more reserved, than the men at his side his focus on making his way towards the largest tent within the heart of the Khalassar. Waving off the men around him he entered, the mask of indifference leaving him and the softest of smiles reaching his lips. The scent of cedar, lavender, and fire reached his nose as he pushed passed the drapes just past the door his words soft as to not startle the other inhabitant of the tent.

"Jalan?"

So gentle did the words pass over his lips. Was she awake? Or was she indulging herself and soothing the aches from the long trek here?