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⋙ TYMPTIR . old valyrian meaning ' game ' . an independent , highly selective , medium activity &&. private multimuse blog for various characters from or based on GRRM's ' A Song of Ice and Fire ' &&. ' Fire And Blood ' . book - &&. headcanon - based . first established in march 2019 . lovingly penned by hannah . 35 + . she / her . cet .

⋙ CONTENT WARNING . dead dove : do not eat . this blog is filled with highly problematic characters from a highly problematic book series . unsavory and morally bankrupt themes will be continously present throughout this blog &&. won't be watered down for easier consumption . such themes may include but are not limited to : incest . age gaps . slavery . physical , emotional && psychological abuse . racism . sexism . general bigotry . writing these themes does not mean that I , as the mun , condone them in real life . I merely write my characters as close to canon as possible . what will never happen on this blog in writing , though mentions are possible : non - con &&. 🍇 DO NOT FOLLOW THIS BLOG IF YOU PRESCRIBE TO PURITY CULTURE OR POLICING OTHER PEOPLE'S CONTENT .

⋙ IMPORTANT LINKS . carrd ( under construction ) . memes . survival AUs.

⋙ AFFILIATES . @warriorfavoured . @loreforged . @walkpathe / @seaw0rths . @silkasruin .

⋙ MAINS . @dracareesi . @septogram / @divinaere . @sunfyred / @summerkng / @nothonors / @goldtoafool . @heirgardyn / @iraile .

⋙ BLOGROLL . @azmenka

⋙ BRIEF RULES && MUSE LIST . under the read more .

#ooc. [ pinned ]

yet another small heads up from the void that, fortunately, I still am alive and I still plan on returning at some point and on working on those asks, drafts and queue etc. I miss writing my hobos and homos and himbos, so I'm not giving up. unfortunately, the universe is really. really. REALLY. testing me rn and I'm currently busy fighting over-the-top audacious boomers in real life (my former boss, who I've already taken to court and he's losing, and my former landlords, who I might still take to court. try me, bitch ) once this is over, I shall know peace again and return to y'all. keep me in your prayers. love you all.

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#all of this paired with audhd burnout. and perimenopause.#and on top of it all I actually do have a law degree and know what I'm doing.#if there's a definition of 'wrong person to start shit with' it's me rn.#sir I'm dysregulated. unmedicated. and my progesterone is basically non-existent.#good fucking luck.#also a general question... why are men?#when I say I've never seen people be so confidentially wrong about everything in my almost 39 years on this planet...

the greek god within your psyche . leo tyrell .

YOU ARE HERMES .

you are motion given form - the pulse between moments, the breath between words. you do not arrive . . . you appear. presence announces itself in laughter, in sound, in the sudden shift of energy when a room wakes up without knowing why.

your mind moves faster than the world around you.

ideas spark, collide, transform. you speak as quickly as you think - a cascade of meaning that only those truly attentive can follow. to know you is to listen beyond words, to feel the rhythm beneath them.

you adapt without dissolving. in every group you mirror just enough to belong, yet something unmistakeably yours always remains. you are wind through different landscapes - never owned, never contained.

you live by instinct. action first, explanation never.

curiosity pulls you forward, thrill keeps you moving, and stillness feels unnatural to your spirit. you are not restless . . . you are alive in velocity.

connection for you is light, fluid, real in the moment. you care, but you do not cling. you can walk beside someone with warmth and vanish the next day without bitterness - not from cruelty, but from momentum. attachment that cages you dissolves like mist.

your humor is sacred mischief. pranks, surprises, playful thefts - not to harm, but to awaken. you love the chase, the reaction, the spark of life in others when the predictable shatters.

when angered, your change is unmistakeable. the voice that never stopped . . . falls silent. movement becomes deliberate. you do not erupt - you withdraw or respond with precision, a lesson delivered swiftly and without lingering resentment.

you carry stories like messages between worlds. secrets pass through you like wind through leaves - not out of malice, but because nothing stays still long in your orbit.

your shadow: emotional distance. unintentional hurt through speed and change. difficulty remaining where depth requires patience. your power: adaptability. instinctive intelligence. freedom of movement, and the ability to awaken motion wherever life has stagnated.

tagged by: @ironanvil ♡ tagging: you!

#ooc. [ dash games ]#leo tyrell. [ aesthetic ]#now THIS.#this is just perfection.#no notes. nothing to add.#it's leo to a t.#and the reason why I love him so so much.#and def need to write him more.#I am utterly in love with all of this.

the greek god within your psyche . aerion & jaehaerys targaryen .

YOU ARE POSEIDON .

you are not chaos - you are a force in motion. stillness exists in you, but it is never passive. beneath calm surface, pressure gathers. emotion does no simply pass through you gently. it arrives as tides, as surge, as impact. you do not simmer - you shift. and when you move, others feel it immediately.

your presence is depth. people sense there is more beneath what they see, something powerful enough to reshape ground itself.

you are instinctive, reactive, alive with intensity. you do not calculate storms - you become them.

you are power that stands beside the crown, not beneath it. where authority commands, you enforce. where order is declared, you make it real. not the voice that rules the sky - but the force that ensures the world listens. you carry the energy of the right hand to a sovereign: indispensable, formidable, and never contained.

yet you are not only destruction.

like the open sea and the untamed horse, your spirit longs for movement without restraint. freedom is not comfort to you; it is necessity. to be confined is to be diminished. you carry the power of momentum - once you choose a direction, resistance breaks against you.

shadow: force without anchor can turn inward. drowning what you meant to protect. power: you are untamed sovereignty. you do not ask permission to move - you surge and the world adjusts.

tagged by: @nothonors &&. @ironanvil ♡ tagging: you!

#ooc. [ dash games ]#aerion targaryen. [ aesthetic ]#jaehaerys targaryen. [ aesthetic ]#granted this applies to aerion more than it does jaehaerys.#but it generally is VERY spot on for both of them.#aerion especially isn't made to be king.#but he sure will enforce his family's rule above all else.#even to everyone's detriment.

me: doing the two dash games for Leo and Jaehaerys that @ironanvil and @nothonors tagged me in

all my muses: so hi, we’d like some attention again, thank you 💅

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#………the fuck.#I might slowly and quietly start working on drafts again in the bg.#no pressure. no promises.#I’ll take my time and not post anything until all drafts and asks are answered.#but I might.

a small heads up that my lil hiatus continues for the forseeable future !

I'm truly sorry if this is disappointing to some folks, but I gotta admit that the dash and tumblr generally doesn't do anything for me atm. maybe that'll change once s3 rolls around, who knows.

in the meantime, I'm more than happy to make servers on discord though and rp over there. I guess I'm just tired of this plotless back and forth of memes being exchanged and nothing else happens, which seems to have become a little too common on the dash. so if you're interested in actually developing dynamics and plots and utilising the entire amazing story that GRRM has given us, I'd be delighted to take things to discord. just lemme know ♡

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#this sounds more bitter than I actually am.#but yeah also tired of beating around the bush.#this isn't about anyone specific btw!#it's just an observation.#so if you'd like to write on discord please do DM me or hit me up on there directly.

loreforged

asha had leaned back against the table behind her, one ankle crossed over the over, as she waited for her quarry's attempt at a retreat to fail, and the small smile hiding at the corner of her mouth stretches into a grin at the question posed to her. ❛ not quite yet, ❜ she admits easily, tugging at the leather cord around her own neck to indicate the chain around the other's, ❛ that looks a little light. and you are about a hundred years too young. all those stooped all men must've seen at least an age pass. ❜ asha tilts her head, a mockery of thoughtfulness as she allows her gaze to sweep over him, almost as heavy as a touch. ❛ no, far too pretty to have spent years locked away from the sun, with your head buried in a book. ❜

that earns her more raucous laughter from her crew, that only fades to a low rumble as she inclines her head sharply and her men begin to disperse throughout the common room. all but the two blocking the door. asha pushes off the table with her customary sinuous grace, prowls around it until she can sink onto one of its benches, leans back on her elbows as she regards him coolly. ❛ a friend of mine told me i'd find the strangest little dornishman here, if i came calling. ❜ a cousin, in truth, distant enough that no one had kicked up a fuss when he'd made his intentions to travel to the citadel for an education known. not least of all his overwrought father, who has more sons underfoot than he knows what to do with.

❛ and i find myself in need of knowledge that a dornish viper could best provide. ❜ she'll not reveal more than that, not here, where any number of her uncle's spies could've been lurking. an inspection of the crowded common room tells her that the locals have seemingly lost interest in their arrival, the usual din of chatter, cutlery clinking on plates, the thump of tankards hitting solid wood as they're set down too hard, and the innkeeper bellowing at the serving girls and kitchen boys all rising to a dull roar around them once more. ❛ but come, join me for a drink, before we discuss that rather tedious bit of business. ❜

tymptir

IT'S PINS AND NEEDLES UP AND DOWN HIS BACK ; rushing up his spine in almost visible shiver . not just the look from those bright blue eyes , but the words , too . it fans a certain temper Alleras rarely lets show , but possesses nontheless - a gift from the father , no doubt , that even the mellow , observant character of the mother hadn't been able to subdue . fortunately , however , the mother's reason remains and he knows all too well that within these close quarters and too many of her soldiers surrounding them , there is nothing he can do but endure it .

a frown settles on his pretty face , however , at the mention of a Dornishman . . . there have never been many at the Citadel . in fact , Alleras is quite certain that momentarily , he is the only one . and he'd made sure to stay well - hidden and mediocre to exactly not draw any attention . he watches her settle down from his spot by the door . " the last Dornish viper that studied at the Citadel was Prince Oberyn . he's dead , in case you hadn't heard . " and one day the Seven Kingdoms would bleed for it . . .

he bristles again , lips parting to utter a very clear " I have no intention of doing business with ironmen " and he receives a light push towards her table . should've expected a reaver not to do know the meaning of the word no . Alleras sighs ( annoyed , rather than afraid ) and moves to settle at the opposite side of the table , the wood of the bench creaking under his weight . no point lingering at the door when the way out is barred . eyes almost black as midnight land on the Lady Greyjoy ; equally black curls briefly brushed out of his face . " very well . what is it you want , my lady ? just so I know how very much I am not going to help you . "

#loreforged #sarella sand. [ ic ]#verse. [ a song of ice and fire ]#ooc. [ queue ]#hissy viper is hissy.

evenin' beautifuls !

I just wanted to leave a quick update about what's going on over here atm so nobody's confused: I'm still alive, still healthy, doing well so no reason to worry. I've merely hit a massive wave of creativity for the novel I've started writing in February last year, then ditched, then recently changed the entire plot and now we're finally getting into a wonderful state of flow where everything works so - I am absolutely using that momentum.

since I got laid off work in February (which is fine, I'm cool with it), I have about a year now where my finances are covered without me having to immediately find a new job. I wanna make good use of that time and try to establish the professional writer career more firmly.

my time on tumblr will thus be spotty for the foreseeable future. I'll still write but very slowly and everything goes into the queue now.

I'm still available on discord though and am more than happy to RP over there as well, since that's something I can do on mobile and quite quickly, too. so if that's interesting to you, please don't hesitate to hit me up about it.

all that being said, if you like horror fiction about sentient haunted houses, dark family histories, a queer romance and a half-skeletal dog prowling the grounds at night.... I might be writing the perfect book for you atm. wish me luck, folks!

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#it feels so so so good to finally write a novel again.#and I'm determined to make everything right this time.#sorry that this means I'll neglect this space over here.#but this is really important to me.

so the other half and I have our 20th anniversary today (nope, not a typo) and we’re celebrating age-accordingly. we’re gonna puzzle and listen to murder podcasts.

I’ll try and get work on the queue done again next week but for the foreseeable future, activity on both blogs will be slow. there’s a private project I got going that eats up a lot of my time. love y’all though 🤍

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#to think that this man hates puzzles.

what if I added Arys Oakheart though, huh? what then . . .

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#we all love a noble man who forgets his vows for a pair of beautiful tits.#EYES!#I mean eyes ofc.

watching Animal Kingdom is wild cos I just witnessed Harrion Karstark being tied to a chair, naked . . . very appreciative. watching respectfully 🙂‍↕️

small update on the general holiday hiatus / writing situation : I’ve been mainly hanging out on @azmenka for the past few days, cleaning up over there. and I realized that the dash on the multi has been overwhelming me a little. not too bad, but a little.

I might do a follower purge ( soft block blogs I’ve never interacted with despite being mutuals for months, feel free to refollow if you do want to rp ) , weed out old inbox prompts and just take a lil while to properly build up a queue that will sustain activity for at least two weeks. main blog is gonna be Maron and most of the random dash activity will happen over there for a while. no worries, I’m not abandoning the multi, just sidelining it a little.

feel free to follow my Ironborn menace if you don’t already. I’m also ofc available on discord !

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#sometimes a lil spring clean is cathartic.

small PSA, lovelies, that starting tomorrow I'll be going on a lil one week hiatus, roughly ! nothing bad happened, just me and the other half having a few days off together unexpectedly that we're gonna enjoy and we're planning on doing some maintenance around the apartment.

this means no ic posts unfortunately. sorry, very sorry!

I most likely won't have any time to write and I won't be on the dashboard much except for occasional check-ins. if I do find time to write, I'll draft everything and set up the queue once I'm back. no promises though! love y'all!

#ooc. [ mun talk ]#we also got our anniversary next week.#and 20 years together need to be celebrated accordingly.#phew.

ohisms

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)

→ 𝐈 . GENERAL

❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .

→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST

❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .

→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE

❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .

→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT

❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].

→ 𝐕 . NSFW

❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .

#ooc. [ meme ]#mama said that it was okay.#(it’s me. I’m mama).#off to bed now but go crazy guys!

@dromon says ❛ i’ll have no songs about how brave you died, aerion ❜

SURELY THERE HAD TO BE SOME ROYAL DECREE SOMEWHERE that allowed for the murder of one's little brother under the claim of self - defense . even if said little brother happened to be no older than nine and no taller than three apples . some day , if he lacked anything better to do , Aerion might just scour for such a document in the Maester's chambers . as it was , however , he stayed seated ( or rather slumped ) in his designated armchair for the night ; one leg slung over the armrest , the fire's warmth on his toes and his nose buried in a book telling of Terrio Erastes' adventures traveling with the Dothraki . with Aegon hovering in and out his field of vision like a swaying fucking monkey , he sooner , too , would live amongst the horselords than with this little pestilence .

" good . you sound like a drowned cat when you sing . " he stopped abruptly then ; looked up from the book , meeting Egg's gaze . . . and a mocking pout settled on his lips . " oh no . too soon ? "

#dromon #aerion targaryen. [ ic ]#verse. [ a knight of the seven kingdoms ]#ooc. [ queue ]#yep. still at it with the cat.#but pre ashford.#idk this feels naturally brotherly for some reason.#in a deranged way.

Vienna Teng · Aims · Song · 2013

So come out. You have been waiting long enough. You're done with all the talk talk talk with nothing on the table. It's time to come on out. There will be no sign from above. You'll only hear the knock knock knock of your own heart as signal.

If you are afraid, come out. If you are awake, come out. Come out and level up.

[ . . . ]

Call it any name you need. Call it your 2.0, your rebirth, whatever – So long as you can feel it all, So long as all your doors are flung wide. Call it your day #1 in the rest of forever.

If you are afraid, give more. If you are alive, give more now. Everybody here has seams and scars. So what. level up.

Let your faith die. Bring your wonder. Yes, you are only one. No, it is not enough But if you lift your eyes, I am your brother. And this is all we need. And this is where we start. This is the day we greet. This is the day, no other.

#garlan tyrell. [ aesthetic ]#so oyin and willas want to be depressing and we won't let them. hah.#so here's pure plain Garlan in a nutshell.#sunshine in a bottle.#optimism and positivity and kindness and smiles for strangers and constant support and empowerment.

@heirgardyn says ❝i’m a creature of habit.❞

" SO YOU'VE TOLD ME . HABITUALLY . " there is no denying the singsong of mischief and benign mockery swinging in his voice , while Garlan leans over Willas' shoulder to pluck the quill from his hand and set it aside . yes , it is the time and day for correspondence . the same bi - weekly event with dedicated time set aside in which nobody is to bother the Lord Heir . as is the prerogative of a younger brother though ( albeit it the more reasonable , tame one ) Garlan considers himself one of the few who may occasionally disrupt the rules . . . and with them the habits that have built around them .

standing behind Willas , he rests his lower arms on his brother's shoulders ; not quite an embrace but perhaps a loving way of saying there's no escaping this . " come on now . the weather is lovely , the roses are in bloom , I haven't seen you in weeks , new barrels from the Arbor have arrived this morning with summer wine , and grandmother is nowhere to be found . " for good measure , he tries the most charming smile he can muster . " I fear you have absolutely no good reason to say no , brother . "

#heirgardyn #garlan tyrell. [ ic ]#verse. [ a song of ice and fire ]#ooc. [ queue ]#cos why not have something a lil lighthearted.#when they're both younger.#and nobody wants to be queen yet.

ironanvil

So blurred were his surroundings that he hardly noticed the Lord Paramount of the Mander as he approached the table. The silver prince glanced at the glass that was passed to him and hesitated a moment before clasping it. Nodding his head in thanks, he brought the glass to his lips and let it sit there for a moment. Volantis. He inhaled the lignins to grasp the spiced flavor, hinted with vanilla and notes of some exotic fruit - or was it a nut- before taking a sip. “Ugly business indeed”, he muttered acerbically.

The glass was placed gently back on the table, nestling in the crook of his thumb and index finger. "I prefer your advice on matters of war than drink," the prince breathed out with a sigh, a tight laugh escaping him. He didn't dislike it, he had worse on the field. In fact, he was genuinely grateful to take a brief moment to think of something else. “As for Aerion, he will live,” he said as he turned to face Lord Tyrell. As for the boy’s embarrassing and dishonorable behavior? That remained to be seen. "If he loses the tooth that was loosened it might serve him some good."

Thoughts turned in his already turbulent mind. Tempers or not, he could surmise what had happened. While he would have questioned Baelor if he were the one to punish Aerion as such. Maekar would have eventually come to terms with it. However now, the blood of the dragon had been sullied by a hedge knight. Punishment had to be dealt, no doubt. On both sides. Aerion wouldn't walk away freely from this event without getting reprimanded. It was just a matter of how.

"Be it a misunderstanding or not, I cannot simply overlook the fact that the hedge knight struck m y son."

tymptir

A JUDGEMENT TO THE TASTE OF THE DRINK LEO COULD ACCEPT WITH A SMILE OF HIS OWN . plenty of foul things had come from Essos in the past decade and plenty more had slunk back into its shadows . this liquor , however , he had found quite pleasant ; a soft burn on the way down the throat - yet apparently not burning enough to ease the tension and knots forming there . a mere scuffle with a member of the royal household alone might end with more than a hand removed for the knight's trouble , but a lasting reminder of it for the young prince could carry far worse consequences .

Leo suppressed a sigh , tipping back his own drink instead and secretly wishing for another . briefly , his thoughts went to the Lady Gwin ; bitterly disappointed , no doubt , by the unfortunate turn of events on her nameday .

" of course not . nor should you . " here was a bitter lesson in life : no matter the circumstances , the crown was always right . every now and then , that self - righteousness could go so far as to paint cruelty as justice . fortunately , Leo Tyrell liked seeing himself in favourable positions too much however , than to say any of that aloud . better a hedge knight to feed to the dragons , than his own head . " whilst our young prince may have been a touch - overzealous in his dealing with the puppeteers perhaps , it remains out of the question that any man could ever lay a hand on royal blood . as custom demands , I imagine it shall be left to the hedge knight to decide which type of trial he wants . "

if he was a smart man , he'd have a swift trial of the crown and he would leave Ashford one hand short but with his neck still intact . . .

#ironanvil #leo tyrell. [ ic ]#verse. [ a knight of the seven kingdoms ]#ooc. [ queue ]#no one tell Leo he's partially responsible for Aerion's exile.#poor man's gonna hide in Lyonel's tent for the rest of the tourney.

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