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indie world of ice and fire multimuse by mari / selective, multiverse, oc and crossover cautious
mun is 21+ with 20+ years of rp experience, comfortable in any format / nsfw themes may be present / follows from nerdqueenmari
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dance era women, part 1 (no idea when part 2 is gonna happen sorry)
mix of book, show, and headcanon influences as usual!
🇮🇹 Rome is beautiful, but I can't eat the architecture!
Hey guys, so the good news is: I’m officially in Rome. The bad news? I have realized that "living on vibes and historical significance" is not actually a sustainable caloric intake.
I’m here for the next month for a study abroad course, which means I’m currently fun-employed and my bank account is looking increasingly like a "Before" photo in a tragedy. I’ve reached the stage of the starving student lifecycle where I’m unironically calculating how many calories I can get out of a single espresso and a dream.
If you have a few spare bucks and want to support my continued survival, the prevention of me joining a gladiator school just for the free meals, and actual fuel so I can do the work I’m actually here to do....
Please consider tossing a coin to your local broke student via my Ko-fi -Every little bit helps keep the lights on (and the pasta boiling).
☕️ the ko-fi!
Current Status: Living like a Renaissance prince on a peasant’s budget.
Reward: My eternal gratitude and the knowledge that you are personally sponsoring a very tired student’s next slice of pizza!
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paris paloma songs that altered my brain chemistry ... sentence starters
"And I grieve it."
"Let time take me."
"No, I do not belong."
"You're a gentle beast."
"No emotional regulation..."
"Don't you dare think it's overkill."
"I'd gnaw off my leg to escape it all."
"I'm balancing this scaffolding of skin…"
"It fills you with light to take away mine."
"Let time take me, weather like the tree."
"Never let the tide be one more drop full."
"And you can scream at me all you want."
"A 'good girl'… always look and never be."
"You take such delight in killing my light."
"But, please, hurry if you really love me..."
"Do I not fear death, but just pretend to?"
"I just didn't expect them to be such losers."
"I don't know you. I used to like to pretend to."
"Apologies from my tongue, and never yours."
"If our love died, would that be the worst thing?"
"Good boy, you're working exactly as intended."
"How long had you been harboring that venom?"
"How clever to make a girl's own face the enemy."
"Before me is a man who cares not for little things."
"If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already."
"Has the penny dropped? You're never gonna get it."
"I grieve the world where I am a child in the garden."
"And I have seen you relish such violence with a joy."
"You've been playing with your power for a long time."
"And I would not expect you to witness what we know."
"And I have never seen a creature more pitiful than him."
"For the first time since I drew breath… I'm undesirable, again."
"Poor madman, that's what happens when you drink saltwater."
"Why did I deserve to live? Did I just deserve to watch them die?"
"What did I do wrong? Will you tell me what I did wrong, what did I…?"
"Leave me to the beasts and bears, I'd rather that the feast was theirs."
"Some only turn towards the heavens when the end is feeling desperate."
"Getting out and wading back in, through the quagmire of who I might be."
"And if you call me 'good girl' one more time, then my fist will meet your skull."
"For God's sake, how could I even begin to clean up the mess of this relationship?"
"And I will burn my flesh and bones, screaming the words, 'it will never be yours'!"
"And I can see their hunger, looking for a sign that any of their destruction has me suffering inside."
Never would I beseech you, as some sadistic vengeance exercise, to endure what you put me through... I don't think you would pull out on the other side."
I am at last myself… with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed… and be free. You speak as if from a distant dream.
✨ new guides just dropped in my shop ✨
hi, i make micro‑guides, trackers, and tiny sanity‑saving tools for people who play games, study, worldbuild, or just want their brain to stop doing jump‑scares.
everything is designed to be:
easy to use
zero‑stress
printable or digital
cheap
and actually helpful (not “aesthetic productivity cosplay”)
i’m adding new titles across gaming, studying, planning, and creative workflow, so this post is the general plug — the full list of current guides is under the read‑more.
if you like:
cozy gaming
merge games
mobile chaos
academic survival
character sheets
trackers
or just having your life slightly less on fire
…there’s probably something in there for you.
shop link’s in my bio. treat yourself to a cleaner brain. current titles under read more!
✨ my shop is officially OPEN ✨
after some time of yelling at my own devices and writing micro‑guides out of spite, my shop is live with some guides that actually explain how to play mobile games without losing your mind. they’re up.
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I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do. // Stan to Dany, for once being nice
The tide was low, the black sand still wet and shining like obsidian. Daenerys sat near the waterline with her knees pulled to her chest, her cloak bunched around her like a makeshift shield. In front of her sat a smooth, rounded stone the size of a melon — dark, ridged, and just egg‑shaped enough for a lonely child to pretend.
She tapped it with one finger, scowling at it as though it had personally offended her.
“I know you’re not real,” she muttered. “You’re just a rock. But you look like an egg, and eggs mean dragons, and dragons mean Targaryens, and Targaryens mean—” she huffed, kicking a spray of sand at it “—cursed. All of us. Every single one.”
The wind tugged at her hair, whipping silver strands across her face. She didn’t bother brushing them away. She was too busy glowering at the stone.
“I bet if you were a dragon egg, you wouldn’t hatch for me anyway. You’d wait for someone better. Someone braver. Someone who isn’t... wrong.”
A crunch of boots on gravel made her stiffen. She hadn’t heard anyone approach; she’d been too wrapped up in her own misery. She turned her head just enough to see Stannis standing a few paces behind her, arms folded, expression unreadable in that way only he managed. Daenerys blinked back at him, startled out of her externalized internal rhetoric, the rock forgotten at her side.
❝ you’re a dirty liar and i hate it and i hate this. ❞ / I can't send a daemyra ask that isn't angst
Daemon rolled his eyes as Rhaenyra ranted and he crossed his leg over the other as he sat listening to the younger Targaryen speak. "Oh yes, I'm the dirty liar, not your childhood friend Alicent, not her children, not her father. Mind you the lies they speak are more damning than any you have accused me of." He replies in a calm manner though his tone carries enough venom.
“Yes, they lie! Alicent lies, Otto lies, half the court lies simply to hear themselves speak!” She stepped closer, eyes bright with something sharper than anger. “But you... You lie to me.” She didn’t look away, didn’t blink. If he wanted fire, she would give him the sun.
“You tell me you are mine, and then vanish for weeks. You tell me you want me, and then pretend it means nothing. You tell me you will stand with me, and then I hear whispers of you in brothels, in taverns, in every shadowed corner of this cursed city.”
Her jaw tightened.
“I can stomach the realm lying to me. I was raised for that. But you are the one person I cannot afford to doubt.” There was a minute pause. “So yes. You are a dirty liar. And I hate it. And I hate this. Because I would rather you cut me with the truth than comfort me with a lie.”
❛ you are promised to me! ❜ /Nyra for gwayne
"Am I?"
It doesn't come out as anger nor questioning threat but genuine curiosity. They had all discussed the matter but his father had been against it, not wanting Rhaenyra as Queen and his son a King Consort. It wasn't...traditional but it was what would happen if Viserys didn't have any sons. He'd flirted with a few ladies at court while Alicent tried to convince their father this was the best option and he had thought nothing of the women as far as romancing.
"I've seen the looks you have given Ser Harwin Strong....Your Uncle even. Don't come at me with your fire, Princess. You too are promised. But until we are wed and our fathers have decided as such we are just as well promised as the our next day alive." He came back, a hint of playfulness and sass coated his truthful words.
Her head tilted, silver‑gold hair sliding over one shoulder as she regarded him — not offended, not flustered, simply…interested. Mildly invested, pending further information. As though he’d said something unexpected enough to merit her full attention for at least a moment.
“You think I give Ser Harwin looks?” She gave a soft huff of laughter. “I give everyone looks, Gwayne. It is the curse of being watched — one learns to watch back.”
She circled him just enough to make him feel it, not enough to break decorum. “And my uncle?” Her smile sharpened. “You mistake familiarity for favor. I was raised with him. That is all.”
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[ FIFTEEN ] sender executes a third party in front of receiver because that person hurt them. / joff and Dany... well, rather he has someone executed
The blood splattered. Joffery winced at the sight and gave a nod to Sandor and Barristan Selmy went to clean up the mess. "Are you alright Daenerys?" He hadn't killed someone, had barely used his sword at all and had picked up Roberts warhammer. Joffery he'd been in a blind rage as heard Daenerys and Cersei's screams as a drunk Robert had lunged at Daenerys as Cersei tried to pull the fat king off of the smaller framed Targaryen.
Robert hadn't seen or heard Joffery coming as his son swung the warhammer at Roberts stomach and then his chest. Cersei stared at the body of her husband and then looked at her son and the air hung heavy with the choice that Joffery had made to save his betrothed. Despite it being a forced marriage to gain stability of the throne and Robert hadn't enjoyed the idea of it all but it made political sense as Jon Arryn told him.
"I wanted him dead but...not like this" Cersei mentions not realizing what she had said out loud. "I...I just...killed my father...I'm a Kinslayer and a Kingslayer..." The realization hits Joffery hard and his green eyes grow wide with fear as he sees in his mother and betrothed eyes that neither have an answer for what to do or what is to come. "Ser Barristan will provide trustworthy testimony to the events. You made a choice. A hard heroic choice." Cersei finally concluded as she looked at the two.
The room still rang with the echo of the warhammer’s impact, a sound she knew would follow her into her dreams for years. Daenerys did not flinch from the blood — she had seen worse in the streets of King’s Landing, in the shadows of the Red Keep — but this was different. This was family. This was a king.
This was Joffrey.
She stepped toward him, slow and deliberate, her breath steady even as her pulse hammered against her ribs.
“I am unhurt,” she said softly, and only then did she allow her gaze to drop to the warhammer still hanging from his hand. “But you—” Her voice caught, just for a moment. She forced it steady. “You acted because he would not stop. Because he would have killed me.”
She reached out, fingers brushing the back of his wrist — not to comfort, but to anchor him, to pull him back from the edge of the panic widening his eyes.
“You are not a kinslayer,” she said, low enough that only he and Cersei could hear. “You are a son who saved a life when no one else could.” Her eyes flicked to Cersei, then to Barristan, then back to Joffrey. “You made a choice. A terrible one. A necessary one. And I will not let you face the consequences alone.”
[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them . / For Lara from Stan / prompt said nonsexual but it can be sexual if u want
Alara felt him before she saw him — the shift in the air behind her, the way people straightened when Stannis Baratheon entered a room. She didn’t turn. She didn’t need to. She knew his tread as well as her own heartbeat.
The corridor ahead was clogged with petitioners and retainers, all jostling for space, all too loud for this early in the day. She paused only a moment, weighing whether to push through or wait for the crush to thin. Push through won out: she had an agenda today.
“Come along, Stannis. If you’re going to guide me, you’d best keep up.”
"As far as the rest of the seven kingdoms is concerned, yes, there is such a thing as a united front. Why do you think grandsire and mother have been performing such acrobatics for the past few years?" Aemond asked, agreeing entirely with Aegon's point. It wasn't often that the brothers agreed on something and it was rare that they acknowledged the fact that they agreed on something.
"The training yard will get rid of the gut from the wine and considering how vain you are, I imagine that would be a worthwhile pursuit." Aemond wasn't going to go anywhere near touching the rest of what Aegon had said. They didn't have the time for that particular argument.
"You could spend the rest of the day stalling but there would be consequences."
Aegon snorted, still leaning on the window frame like he might fling himself out of it just to avoid the afternoon’s obligations. “Entertaining for you, maybe. I’m the one who has to sit there while Mother lists every one of my sins like she’s reading from a septon’s scroll.”
He pushed off the ledge and turned back toward Aemond, expression caught somewhere between a smirk and a grimace. “And don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it. You get that little twitch in your mouth—there, that one—you look like you’re trying not to laugh at the fool dancing for the court.”
Aegon brushed imaginary dust from his sleeves, then flicked a glance at his brother’s immaculate posture. “Fine. Let’s go. Might as well get it over with before she sends Cole to drag me by the ear like I’m six.”
He stepped past Aemond, lowering his voice just enough that it almost counted as sincerity. “If she starts in on the ‘disappointment’ speech, you’re taking some of the blame. You’re the one who let me stall.”
"Well, someone's cranky today." (To Laenor from Corianna?
Laenor doesn’t look up at first, just exhales through his nose, the long‑suffering sound of an older brother with too many expectations on his shoulders and not nearly enough patience to meet them.
“I am not cranky,” he says, which is exactly what someone cranky would say.
He finally lifts his gaze to her, taking in the way she leans in the doorway like she’s caught him doing something illicit rather than… brooding. Again.
“You’re imagining things,” he adds, which is also exactly what someone cranky would say.
A beat. Then
“…What do you want, Cori?”
for Obi @brokenstarsandshadows
"Let go!"
"I had it first!"
"Only because you knew I wanted it!"
"Get off, Dany!"
The voices of a childhood argument echoed through the private rooms of the royal family as Dany and Jace fought over a toy. Jace had had a growth spurt over the past six months; he now stood a head over Dany, who had not had a growth spurt, and he used it to full advantage.
Dany froze mid‑tug, Jace’s fist still wrapped around the other end of the carved wooden dragon. Her cheeks were flushed, her braid half‑undone, her little boots planted like she was preparing for battle rather than a scolding.
“But he took it,” she protested immediately, the words tumbling out before she even turned to face him. “He only wants it because I had it first!”
Jace rolled his eyes in that older‑brother way he’d perfected since his growth spurt - never mind that he was a year younger; he thought height made up for it. “She’s being impossible," he said, with the tone of a boy who believed males rightly ran in packs.
Dany whipped around to glare at him. “You’re being tall on purpose!”
But even as she said it, her grip loosened. Not because she agreed — she absolutely did not — but because Obi‑Wan’s tone had that calm, unyielding weight she’d learned meant the decision was final.
She thrust the toy at Jace’s chest with all the dignity an indignant princess could muster. “Fine. Keep it. I’ll beat you in the yard anyway.”
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