One ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.
Five ✦ = They would die to be doing this!
(Zero ✦ = “Wat?!”)My muse would like too…
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ dance with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ sing for your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ask your muse out on a date.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ take a bath with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ hold your muse tight.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ lean onto your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ kiss your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ sleep with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ marry your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ watch your muse sleep.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ cuddle your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ go to a party with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ watch a movie with your muse
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ play video games with your muse
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ steal horses with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ cook together with your muse.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ support your muse’s hobbies.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ get drunk with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ watch your muse cry.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ send your muse away.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ make your muse trip.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ deny your muse’s existence.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ slap your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ crush your muse’s dreams
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ set your muse’s home on fire.
✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ kill your muse.
Category: regular
She was here. Viserys was overwhelmed with emotions as Dany came down to where he was at and felt her touch, the feeling of just her arms around him made everything just that more solidified as he grinned as she placed kisses on him and he returned the affection. She gave orders to servants and he took that moment to fully take in the chamber he was in. It was quite beautiful and nothing he had ever seen before in Essos or Westeros.
He followed her wishes and stood to his full height and moved his cheek towards her fingers, wishing for more contact as though he had been without human touch all his life. He followed her into the library and spotted the wine and food that had been left near a sitting area, purple hued eyes scanning the room and taking in the massive size and details. “It’s beautiful here, you’ve made quite a place for yourself, I’m told you sport quite the array of tittles, Dany.” He was quite impressed by them if he was being honest. She had proven to be a tremendous leader and do something he didn’t know if even he could achieve.
“Where to even begin….” A half laugh came out as he tried to think of what to even say now that they were alone, his brain still processing the reality of the situation. “I went back to Illyrio, the ships have been ready for a while and after I got word of Drogo’s death…I assumed the worst of you after I got no word on you. Then I got news of the uprisings after the Usupers death, War of the Five Kings is what it’s been dubbed. I decided to wait it out, but than I got news of you, here, in Meereen!” Viserys explained as he went to the carved out window and looked at the city from above before he turned back to face Daenerys and sat down, glancing at the food before deciding he wasn’t hungry just yet.
“We both thought each other dead…You know, they say a Targaryen alone in the world is the terrible thing’ and they are correct, it was the worst feeling, perhaps even more so than when we lost father, Rhaegar and mother….” He felt older and perhaps a bit more wiser since his time back in Pentos, taking his time to read up more on the current affairs and situations of the houses in Westeros but he could only imagine how wise and grown up Dany had become since she’d been on her own, running and surviving with more people than just one to count on her for their survival.
“Tell me of your travels, if you wish to spare some details, i won’t pry further into them.” He mentioned, fearing some to be horrid for her to relive, he had known from experience that first few months on their own with no one to help and protect them had been one of the worst times in his young life, least running into exile with his mother and afterwords with Darry he had had someone with him, an adult. He didn’t wish to think back to that time any more than he had to.
“You’ve three beautiful dragons, they’re quite exquisite. The black one reminds me of the stories of Balerion. He’s not even fully grown is he?” The wonder at just how much bigger he could get, after already exceeding the dragons before their extinction by at least tripled in size, Dany’s dragon had to be at least half the size of Balerion when fully grown if not less.
There had been a letter sent for Viserys shortly after Daenerys had announced her pregnancy and it had come from
Illyrio
telling him that his ships were ready and he was to come back and prepare everything for their departure. Viserys wanted to take Daenerys with him but he also knew from Ser Jorah that the Dothraki would be hard pressed to get on ships let alone across water.
So, he left before Daenerys had her ceremony with the barbaric acts of eating a horses heart. The Dothraki for all their use were truly a culture that he felt wouldn’t adapt well to Westerosi culture and were better suited to living here. Viserys said his goodbyes and left, knowing the journey was going to take some time Ser Jorah had made sure to hire a person at the markets to help Viserys transverse his way back to Illyrio.
It took a few months but he had made it back and had also inspected the ships seeing that they were in fine shape and had heard more news of Westeros and that King Robert was dead. Killed in a hunting accident and now his son, a child was ruling. This would make taking over Westeros even easier now that there was a war breaking out and talks of who should rule instead of a rumored child of siblings who weren’t even married. Viserys had also learned while he was in Pentos of the great Khal Drogo’s death and while he hadn’t word of his sister he feared the worst, knowing the heathens and how they struggled for power.
Viserys stayed in Pentos, mourning his sister and the life they could have had in Westeros while the war in Westeros raged on, biding his time to strike. The Starks were in dissaray, scattered and dead, too many other Great Houses had lost members and some houses had become extinct. But than news of dragons and a woman conquer came though to him, not by Illyrio himself but from people passing by. Daenerys? It had to be. What other woman with dragons would there be? He asked for more information when he could and had pieced together a rough idea of where she would be and he was led to Meereen.
Viserys felt foolish, going to Meereen to see if these rumours were true. How could she be alive? Daenerys hadn’t been the most hardy of stock nor strong. She’d been meek and fearful though she had started to show signs of becoming a fighter, of being stronger but there was no way she had survived the Dothraki aftermath of Khal Drogo’s army. But once he saw a black dragon, bigger than he would have expected to see, a glimmer of hope rose up in his chest. Maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the only Targaryen left in the world now. He still had Daenerys and she had dragons. Soon as he reached the cities gates he was taken a hold of by the guards and he requested a meeting with their leader. They had to know about his sister. Perhaps Dany was in with the leader and was making plans herself.
He waited for a long time before he was allowed to even see the leader and his mouth dropped open as his eyes stared at the figure coming towards him and he ran towards it, tears filling his vision as the guards blocked his path and he shouted her name. She was here. She was alive. Relief filled him as he took in her figure. She stood before him, looking stronger than ever, beautiful and regal. A true Queen and a reminder of their mother, except this time it was a better memory and not one of pain. “Dany…you’re alive.” He sank to his knees as the guards tried to push him away with their crossed spears as to dissuade him from moving any closer. “I thought you dead.”
“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au
oh boy..9 drafts and i have no muse for at least 3 on here.
Rather Cliche RP memes!
add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)
- send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship
- send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed
- send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret
- send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody
- send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)
- send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk
- send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together
- send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)
- send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress
- send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine
- send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together
- send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together
- send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours
- send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)
Her army? The Dothraki valued their horses more than females. Viserys didn’t care to learn their culture, but she had listened all day while riding and had learned much though their language was still a mystery. Her husband knew only a few words of Common and for what he wanted of her, he needed none of them. Husbands. Aegon. Kings. Men. Daenerys made a low sound that sounded fainting of a cut-off sob. Men did what they wanted. Women didn’t have the same rights. They were the property of their families until they were given to a husband, then they were the property of their husbands. “You are my… my King, but I belong to Khal Drogo,” Dany told him softly, shrinking away. “I am no Queen and the Dothraki value their horses more than their wives. If… if my husband wants to share… share me with his Ko, that is his choice, not mine.”
Khal Drogo might kill him if he learned of Viserys intentions. Dany had no choices – she’d never been given any choices. She didn’t understand how her brother could think that she did. At one time, Dany had believed she would be his wife, bare him his children, as other Targaryen sisters had, but even that would not have been her choice. When he’d told her he was selling her to Drogo for an army, it had been a shock, but she’d done her duty to him even as frightened as she had been. She shuddered as Viserys spoke of what Drogo did to her at night. What did he know of it? It was she who suffered, for an army that would give him the crown he so desperately wanted. Now he wanted her body? Viserys didn’t understand that these Dothraki didn’t see him as their King. Ser Jorah had warned her of the dangers there. “It is Khal Drogo’s right to do as he pleases with me, brother, and if he learned of what you desire, he might take great offense,” Dany murmured, blinking away unshed tears.
“When you are Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, you will have the power and respect you deserve, sweet sister” Viserys replied having known many a powerful woman had ruled not only from beside the throne and many attempts at one the throne and he had no doubt in time Dany could be one as well. He knew how everything was set in their culture and a vague idea of the Dothraki and knew that if Westeros had such views on woman that the Dothraki had worse.
“Will there horses bring them sons and daughters?” He sneered his question, clearly having a different view point on the value of horses and woman. Horses were just animals that had use, woman were more useful and well, just better than some livestock. He had ideas of killing Drogo and replacing him but all those ideas seemed to fail as he thought of the end process and he sighed heavily. “It may be so, but I am King. But I am also as King allowed my right to a woman.” He knew their father had tried to force the issue, joking about using it on Joanna Lannister and his hand dropped from Daenerys’s face and he gave a small shrug as he could tell Dany was as stubborn as he was volatile.
“Your husband will be here soon.” Viserys finally remarked, knowing it was better to leave before it was too late and he risked the wrath of Drogo and his sword, as much as he wanted Daenerys to be his completely, he valued his own life more. Pressing his a soft kiss on her forehead he departed from the tent and made his way to his own smaller one and waited for nightfall and sleep till the dawn break’s light woke him up and he prepared himself for yet another breakfast and day of traveling, wondering if Dany had thought of his proposal while Drogo had his way with her last night as he greeted Ser Jorah and struck up a conversation as much as he could with the knight.
She flinched just the smallest bit at his touch, expecting something a slap or a pinch or even the sting of her hair being pulled sharply. With Viserys, Dany was never sure of what would set him off, so she doesn’t trust his tone or the gentleness with which he touches her. It’s years of fear that keeps her from moving away or drawing away from his touch – Dany knows it will inflame his anger and she just wants a couple of hours without pain. It’s hard, because her thoughts have turned down a terrible, hopeless path and last night, she had dreamed of escaping to the nothingness of a funeral pyre. “You did, brother,” Daenerys admits carefully. “But you gave me to Khal Drogo. He is my husband.”
It was not her place to say whether or not Khal Drogo treated her ‘right’. What was ‘right’? Her life had been fear and pain before and it was fear and pain now. Nothing had changed except the who. “Khal Drogo is a great Khal now pledged to aid you, brother,” she said in barely a whisper, tensing as Viserys moved closer. Dany doesn’t understand what he means, not for a moment, and then she does, her eyes widening. Loved? Did he mean to claim her as her husband had? That wasn’t love. He couldn’t be serious. It was a trick, surely, to judge her devotion to his cause. Her head bowed, moving her cheek away from his touch, as her words spilled heavily from her lips. “I… I belong to my husband now, brother.”
“I know” his words felt empty, devoid of any real emotion at the reminder of what he had done, he knew his actions and why he had done it and he gave a sigh as she continued to speak, seeing the fear and realization on her face as his words sunk in. “Khal Drogo may be pledged to me but he wouldn’t have been without you. Without a promise of a wife. Drogo is a means to an end, Daenerys. He and his army…your army.” Viserys tried to persuade her to his mindset and way of thinking.
“How many men had said they belonged to their wife and have broken their vows to the Gods and people by sleeping with another? Some for a truer love than just obligation. Khal Drogo is an obligation. I…I could be more than that for you, to you. Aegon I had two wives, and multiple kings and queens after had a lover, there’s no rule saying anyone is allowed to have only one to share their bed, even your husbands people take multiple partners”
Viserys was keeping his anger in check, trying to calm himself down from having an outburst. It wasn’t fair. She was supposed to be his. There was no one else that was allowed to touch her as Drogo did, hurt her the way Drogo had. Daenerys was his. His sister, his only friend if she could be called that…and by Targaryen custom meant to be for him to marry, to have children with as would have been his duty had he been born a woman and before Rhaeger had married Elia Martell, or even had the war not happened and Rhaegar and family alive, he and or Dany promised to one of Rhaegar’s children and the others left for marriages outside the family.
“I can show you tenderness that he will never show you. He will mount you like a dog every night, Daenerys, uncaring for your concerns and pleas.” He had heard her cries on their marriage night and both he and Ser Jorah had been worried about her for the following day, though Jorah had shown in more outwardly.
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