Jun 17, 2019
WE WHERE ALL FUCKING FINE WITH THE UNEXPECTED AND THE DEATHS IN THE SHOW IN THE BEGINNING BECAUSE WE WHERE FOOLED INTO THINKING THERE WOULD BE A RESOLUTION AND SOME SENSE IN EVERYTHING THAT WAS FUCKING HAPPENING.
I hate you D D
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WE WHERE ALL FUCKING FINE WITH THE UNEXPECTED AND THE DEATHS IN THE SHOW IN THE BEGINNING BECAUSE WE WHERE FOOLED INTO THINKING THERE WOULD BE A RESOLUTION AND SOME SENSE IN EVERYTHING THAT WAS FUCKING HAPPENING.
I hate you D D
@tyriones asked : ❛ You should be resting. ❜
IT’S HIS VOICE THAT MAKES HER FRAME START WHERE SHE RESTS, chair before the fireplace offering little protection from her imaginary attacker, her features having whipped around to survey him in silent approach. Hands slowly loosen from the arms of her chair, and she stifles a quiet laugh of embarrassment, her cheeks flushed as her head shakes. She’s more paranoid than she’s willing to admit, but then she thinks she has reason to be – so many on the long list who want her dead, and it’s not something she places past any of said list, to find a woman in the dead of night.
“Should you not also be in bed?”
The murmur chides softly in turn, but it’s not spoken unkindly – reinforced as Daenerys lifts fingertips in gentle coax for him to join her at the seat across from her, jug of wine on the table by her side.
“You’re welcome to join me if you like.”
‘ are you lost? ’
STARTERS || accepting!
“ ---- 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠 . 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 . ”
@tyriones asked : ❛ I did not expect to like you. But I do. ❜
THERE’S A GENTLENESS THEN, flickering across features usually void of all but composure – scrutiny is not always so compatible with emotion, and if there’s one thing she’s learned over the course of her years, it’s the simplest of notions that someone will always be watching. And so she settles for a gaze averted from the scarred features surveying her now, perhaps almost ducking behind the raise of a goblet filled with wine. Curious, that words flatter her so ( she’s been listening to the compliments for years now, after all ) but perhaps more curious they come unbidden from lion’s tongue, a man whom she once might have written off as enemy beyond measure.
Dare she dwell on it, stormborn might even call him friend, now.
“And I did not expect to trust you.”
It’s hardly a surprising admission – she’s had the most loyal of men turn their back on her, and by the gods was the smaller man before her not one she’d ever have considered ally, by any means. Amethyst gaze remains lingering on the darkened wine before her, before it flickers to catch his, dragon peeking intently at lion before her now.
“But I do.”
13 / 20 / 26
13. have you ever thought about leaving rp? what caused it? what changed your mind?
i actually did leave rp for a few months or so, and only came back when i made this blog last month. with covid & everything, i just had absolutely no inspiration, i could barely function. i wasn’t even replying to my threads on discord. i came back on a whim, i had made another blog but wasn’t really having fun in the community bc that community in particular is ... not bad, i never had really awful experiences, but it was boring. same thread all day every day. and then i decided to start making some edits for a new blog that i doubted i’d make (this one) because i missed making edits, and then... here i am.
20. have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?
nope. idk what world everyone else is living in, but no one has ever come to me with a really extreme plot or something that bothered me. maybe i’m just too easy - going ? but if i ever felt there was something i didn’t want to write, i just said so, so there were no ‘pressure’ issues ?
26. how do you feel about vague posting?
worst thing ever and is absolutely the reason i’d block / break mutuals. i think we all did it as teenagers (im definitely not innocent), but considering the fact i only follow rpers who are 18+, and the general age of my mutuals is anywhere from 20 - 25, we should be more mature than this. it’s funny because i feel like someone will post one thing, and then someone will be like, “oh are we hating on x?” and post another, and then someone else does, and so on, and the thing is... i NEVER see the original post. it’s just a large chain of vague posting about, for example the other day (or yesterday i don’t remember) it was mains & exclusives. i didn’t see anyone complaining about mains & exclusives, only the subsequent posts about adding them out of spite. and it’s like, man, who cares if someone feels left out bc of them and just wanted to post their thoughts? i have two jobs and a house to take care of, i just do NOT care.
tl;dr if i see someone vague posting i will almost immediately softblock because it’s just immature. if you have a problem, talk to the og poster / person.
@tyriones sent : “ you shouldn’t be here. ”. soft angst sentence starters.
“ no i shouldn’t. ” words bite like a frozen northern wind as eyes narrow at the lion. she is not made for this southern castle the heat scorches her, leaving skin red and flushed ------ a vibrant clash with her seaweed green locks, meanwhile light fabrics leave her exposed without her usual furs, open to the biting jibes of the noble ladies. and it is the lions who prey on her most of all. no, she shouldn’t be here at all. she should be safe in winter’s icy embrace, a roaring ocean besides her ( not this warm and placid sea ) and she should be with her family, her father and sister, laughing at dinner as her grandfather begins his tenth pie. but that is not the way of war’s and at times there must be hostages, attempts at peace and she can play her part if she must. but it is difficult and hence she had found herself running for the coldest place she could find: the wine cellar. that is what the lannister means of course, she has strayed too far from court, from the watching eye of a lion and she finds a sigh escape her lips as she turns her gaze to the other.
“ but it is cool down here, a little damp, a little too dark and yet ------- it reminds me of home. surely you cannot fault me that. ”
𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 : “ you don’t do things, you stage them. “ ( @tyriones )
words come before sight , before touch , like a garden abloom with the sweetest flowers , nectar - heavy , beckoning : come & breathe in my colours … & theirs were words in need of eyes ( 𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙴 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝙴 , 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 , 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂 ) in need of an audience , in need of you . this cathedral of tongue & teeth . this golden swivel of language that makes the world revolve around 𝑯𝑬𝑹 .
‘ ‘ the world is a hard & violent place , my lord , why should i be the same ? ’ ’ hers was a sword in a spun cocoon . ‘ ‘ a little kindness does not make one a trickster , and i believe my acting is quite poor , ’ ’ a smile to paint her voice into a butterfly - winged picture . there is a pause , a moment to clear her throat . ‘ ‘ you do not do things , you stage them --- see ? ’ ’ & the smile blossoms into a laugh that powders her lips ; a mock performance for his eyes alone . ‘ ‘ quite poor , wouldn’t you agree ? ’ ’
@tyriones ⁚ Takes one to know one. / evermore sentences.
❝ 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 anything in common, my lord. ❞ she, the fairy princess with no kingdom, & he, the ghost - heir with no lands / and yet, for once, these words are spoken to tyrion without MALICE. golden eyes gaze at him, without looking down on him.
𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
❝ i am not nearly so witty, nor brave. ❞ her words are as soft as silk, and a flower has bloomed in her palms as she opens them up, a lily like a small prayer for him. ❝ let us not forget clever, of course. ❞ she smiles, sliding the lily into tyrion’s hands.