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@lvscinvs gets some Satin

Satin weaved his way through the street of steel, his plan was to get some customers to come to the brothel that his madam had sent him to. King's Landing was far different than Old Town, and he had to be careful of whom it was that he chose to entice to the brothel. He was one of the best at finding men who were lonely and in need of comfort, men who would likely relax after a good long pleasurable night was had.

As such, it was his task to bring the customers to the door. Brown eyes gazed around, landing on a slim figure with silver hair. Silver hair was not wholly uncommon in King's Landing, as it was not uncommon in Old Town. In both cities the noble house that ruled the city was not careful about where they spilled their seed, or how often. He knew of a silver haired Hightower who had fathered at least three bastards in his home brothel alone.

Due to this knowledge he did not think twice about approaching the man. The slim sex worker slid right beside the taller man and practically purred as he spoke. "What is someone handsome like yourself doing out and about all on their own?" He rocked on his toes, looking up, stilling when he saw the patch over the man's eye. Soft dark curls fell as he tilted his head to side to assess if he truly had stumbled upon a Targaryen prince.

Satin is pretty and I am def making him a HOTD verse because of @worthyheir and @lvscinvs

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"When the Prince of Dragonstone took his dragon back into the cold autumn sky, he did so with the knowledge that he had won three powerful lords and all their bannerman for his mother..."

"...Prince Jacaerys had proved himself a man, and a worthy heir to the Iron Throne."

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood, book and headcanon based with slight show influences. Written by Nadia.

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still in progress, but here is my caard atm the muses link to their tag drops while i work on their pages

almost done with my caard, give this a like if you wanna be mains or affiliated, we have to have interacted OOC and written together before

Sebastian de Poitiers and Lady Kenna (Reign)

I know you were handed to me like an object. But this marriage is no longer something that happened to me. You are what I want.

@ofashesandthorns gets a starter for Jon's birthday (and I am indulging in one of my many Jon AUs)

Jaehaerys turned his head at the sound of someone approaching him. He knows that they would likely start to look for him, as the party was in his honor after all. It was not every day that a King was a year older. "Lady Margaery." he greets. "I thought that you would be enjoying the festivities?"

Jaehaerys was now 19 years of age, and was king for nearly as long, having ascended the throne as the last remaining son of Rhaegar Targaryen, and the only son by Rhaegar's second wife. When Robert Baratheon had perished from wounds given to him in his battle with the late Prince Rhaegar it had left the realm in turmoil until Lord Eddard Stark had brought Jaehaerys to the Red Keep.

"Is King's Landing treating you well?"

@westerosiqueens gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at his queen, shifting on his feet as he stood near her. He had been at her side since she had come to Meereen, having ended up in the fighting pits shortly after he had left Westeros. The warrior had become a sworn shield, though did not take a vow of the Queensguard. They had been talking about ages, comparing and speculating on those around them. "I turn 19 today, your Grace," he states when asked his own age.

@winterreigned gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at the sound of foot steps, it was strange, being back in Winterfell, knowing that once again he was a year older. He smiled softly when he saw that the one approaching him was his sister. "Good morning, Sansa." He wondered if she remembered that it was his birthday, or if the day did not matter.

hit the like for some birthday starters from Jon when I get home from my friend's

realized that today is the day that I HC was Jon S.now's bday... and the ten year anniversary of making my old jon blog and joining this fandom

making my way through everyone's meme tags bear with me

give this a like and I will go through your meme tag once I get off work

Jace had went to Vermax, to get away from the chaos that was happening... A suggestion that he had made was the cause of so much death and carnage. The sound of singing had drawn his attention and he and the young dragon had made their way through the caves towards it. As he neared the lair that he knew was Silverwing's he told Vermax to stay, no dragon was amicable to a younger dragon entering it's lair. The Prince watched as the scene unfolded, surprise and relief filling his chest when the dragon nudged the girl. His suggestion to find riders had bore fruit after all. "It's good. See if she will respond to your words... Do you know to speak commands in High Valyrian?."

Lucy Gray had run away in the madness of the death of the first dragonseed. No one had seen her run away deeper into the catacombs stumbling upon the dragon Silverwing. They only found her when started singing to the beast an old lullaby her mother used to sing her. When she stops the dragon nudges her chest. She looks over shaking like a leaf. Violet eyes flicker from royal to dragon and back again. "Is that- is it good? Should I sing some more or is she gonna eat me?"

open || dragon seed lucy gray baird

gonna try yo write, but i have a cold so dunno if i am just gonna lurk

Oh. I didn't forget about you. You think child mutilation is funny? There's a special place in h3ll for people like you. My people in Israel are mourning their dead children DAILY. Look them up. Maybe then it won't be so funny.

fuck off Leah, or whatever your name is, I am not letting you send me into another panic attack bitch. Not everything that someone writes is something that they think is funny. How about you talk about the refugees being murdered in the safe zones in Gaza? Or the aid workers who were just there to feed starving people regardless of country of origin who were targeted by missiles? Or the children who were bombed in Ukraine? If you don't want to read dark shit, where kids get hurt, get the fuck out of this fandom, or do you plan to go yell at George too?

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So, do we think that having a child gouge out their own eyes would be too far? I read that and thought wow this really is how far tumblr is going these days. Please tag the trigger #tw eye removal going forward. Thank you, wish you peace and stability going forward.

That is hardly the worst thing someone has written in this series. I tagged it as gore and self mutilation. Do you also yell at George RR Martin for writing things that are 'too far' too?

@lvscinvs gets the chaos starter discussed in the group chat

I want you to put out your own eye. The words rung in Luke's ears. He was still hung up on that? A fight that was started by Aemond's words, a fight where hands had went around his throat. He had not intended to take Aemond's eye when he had struck back, but there was no changing the past. The older prince did not look like he would relent, that the only way that Luke would be returning safely was if he took the bait. And take the bait he would. He doubted that Aemond had expected Luke to draw the dagger from his belt.

Lord Baratheon's shouting meant that the lord expected him to use the blade on the other dragon rider. Prince Lucerys Velaryon steeled his resolve, his off hand clenching in anticipation. A true Targaryen is not afraid of a little pain, he told himself. His jaw clenched as the hand holding the dagger raised, and he felt the cold sharpness. There was surprisingly little pain as the dagger made the cut, nothing more than a long prick of a feeling. Blood came to the surface and the dull throb started to intensify, and he took long, hard breaths.

There was no turning back now, the vision already black in his left eye, and he could only see half of the great hall. There were shouts, and he could hear at least one of the Four Storms scream. This did not deter him. He felt light headed as he felt the resistance stop, warm blood running down his cheek. He placed the still bloody dagger between his teeth and reached up. It was a strange feeling, holding one's own severed eye in their hand. Spite was an odd feeling, and something that made one do things that could be seen an insane.

"Here, Uncle." He growled around his dagger. Adrenaline was the only reason that he was able to throw his eye at Aemond. "The eye you wanted."

@westerosiqueens liked for a starter from Daeron and gets him for Gwayne

He ran happily through the halls of the High Tower, making his way to the training yard. His nuncle, Gwayne, had promised to train with him this morning, to teach him a few fancy tricks that would impress people in a tourney. To teach him tricks that were fun in a fight. The young Targaryen Prince weaved in and out, avoiding running into anyone who was walking along his route. Daeron ran into the yard, vaulting himself over the low wall of the training ring. "Good morning, Uncle. Ready?" Excitement was palpable in the air and in his voice.

Robb bid farewell to his young queen thrice. Once in the godswood before the heart tree, in sight of gods and men.   The second time beneath the portcullis, where Jeyne sent him forth with a long embrace and a longer kiss.   And finally an hour beyond the Tumblestone, when the girl came galloping up on a well-lathered horse to plead with her young king to take her along. A Selective. Private. SLOW Multi-muse blog. Feat. ASOIAF Muses. // Written by Kara CARRD

@thelittlestrcse liked for a Daeron starter and I give

Highgarden was a relatively short flight from Oldtown. A longer flight than he usually took on Tesserion, but short in comparison to going to King's Landing would be. The realm was on the verge of bloodshed. His father the king was dead and his eldest brother had been crowned instead of the chosen heir, their half sister. So far it was just a war of ravens and dragons, the only thing spilled ink. He did not suspect that it would remain that way for long.

The Tyrells had a babe for a lord, and as such there could be argument for them to sustain their support of Aegon's claim. The Reach would be divided if such a thing occurred. Some would support his brother, and were already referring to themselves as Greens. Others would not march without the Tyrells, for fear that their liegelord would support the Blacks. To raise steel against your lord was a death sentence.

Men and women alike ran around the yard below as Tesserion drew herself up in order to land. The dragon let out a happy trill when he let out a coo of encouragement. She was still growing more use to landing inside of courtyards and deserved all the praise for not breaking anything. The prince dismounted and walked towards a girl who looked more highborn than any others around them. "Prince Daeron of House Targaryen. I come to speak with those who speak in the name of the young Lord Tyrell."