Category: regular

We’re a secret

notaprxzetobewon‌:

She heard the bitterness, knowing he hated more than anything, the status he held. When he brought up having to go as far as selling his mother’s own crown, her heart ached for him more. She had very little to remember her own mother from. Most of her belongings were hidden away where she was never able to find them, or given away by her father’s hand. The true and only thing she had left was the secret garden her mother had created so many years ago. The place she would sometimes meet her lover in. Jasmine rested her cheek on him once more as he continued on, bringing up the story she had heard more often. How he was treated badly when he was with his sister and her new people. She had a feeling at some point, they may meet. If she was able to come anywhere near Agrabah. 

A surprised gasp left the princess as he suddenly rolled over, having not realized he had been looking at her. A playful giggle left her lips as he hovered over her. Her hands shot up to his shoulders. Viserys always craved more from her, and she knew all too well that he had a lot of experience. A soft pleased sigh left her lips as he started to press kisses over her skin, shivering as he got a little lower. 

“You are doing more than enough, I am pleased just to feel your lips.” She told him, before blushing. She was always so curious about what he had learned but knew better. While they could have their fun, if she was not a virgin when she was married, it would spell trouble. “Viserys, please.” She sits up a little, reaching down to stop him. Her eyes looking up into his own. 

“You know it’s a risk to do this during the day. Especially if we are heard…” She looked over her shoulder at the garden, she knew there were others working out there still. They may not have seen him enter, but their suspicions would rise if the lovers were heard. “Please, wait till tonight?” She asked, looking at him again. Even though she craved him just as much, she couldn’t. Jasmine did not want them to lose each other because they were caught.

A smile caught his lips at her words and than as faded once she had started to sit up and stop any further movement. He shook his head at her worries and looked at Jasmine, a frown on his face as she spoke again. Why should they have to wait? He couldn’t quite wrap his head around her customs and while in some cases they were like his own countries customs…Some just were unheard of. Westeros didn’t have slaves for one.

He sat back and watched her movements and grumbled, displeased with the Princess. “Free me. Make me a free man and I will marry you. Your father wants a Prince. That’s me. I’m to rule my country.” He told Jasmine as he took hold of her hand in his. “We can be free. Together.” He added on as he looked at their suddoundings, the places they had to hide and times of day they had to wait just because he in her people’s eyes…no…in her eyes, wasn’t good enough for her and his eyes found were her pet tiger’s bed and he sighed “Or am I just some exotic pet for you to play with till something better comes along? I am Viserys Targaryen. Blood of Old Valaryia. The rightful King of Westeros. Jasmine. Not Rajah”

We’re a secret

notaprxzetobewon‌: 

His lips so warm but chapped from constantly being under the sun felt so good on her forehead. Her body pressed against his own for the brief moment before she had pulled back. As much as she desired him, and loved his kisses, she was still unsure of herself. Her feelings for him were forbidden, but it was hard to ignore this temptation. With his beautiful unnatural eyes, and bright hair, he was like a dragon, and she saw him as one. Powerful, with how he was able to know exactly what to say and do to have her melting and curled around his fingers like a pleased pet.

She watched as he drank, before taking the cup herself. She sits up enough to finish off the drink. She licks her lips clean before setting the goblet aside. She had another thirst she’d rather fill with her lover. Jasmine rolled so she was on her side, her head resting on his shoulder. The Arabian woman paused as he spoke up, bringing up his past. She remembered he told her once he was a prince, but nothing more. She moved to see him better, eyes searching his own.

 “You never told me the part about your mother or your family.” She murmured, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face. Her lips seeking his jawline, tracing his skin. It was her own way of giving him what he wanted, she loved giving him affection too. “How did you survive for so long? You were only a child.” She peeked up at him from under her lashes. One of her hands tracing over his arm to interlace her fingers with his.

He curled an arm around her as she nestled in closer and he gave a soft sigh. How different his life had bcome. How much he had changed. Going from being a prince and rightful King to a begger to thinking he was going to go back home and become a King and now he had fallen even further from a beggger. Even a begger had a freedom.

She pampered him with affection as she asked her questions. “I sold everything we had” He told her, his voice still bitter as he began to speak again “Even my mothers crown to get us enough money to eat and clothe. We had a knight with us for a while when Dany was little but he died and we were thrown from the people who had let us stay in their home. I went to other supporters of my house trying to get some hope that I would sit on the throne someday.” He explained  “It wasn’t easy but we managed to stay with someone who was going to get us across the Narrow Sea and we arranged a marriage with a Dothraki Lord, Khal Drogo to my sister. I married my sister off to barbarians and she was loved while I was treated like shit. She was their Queen and I was nothing.” He turned his head to look at her as he spoke before he rolled, hovering over her with little care if anyone saw.

His hands traced her neck and what skin he could touch, what dark beautiful skin was available for him to feel and he laid kisses down her collarbone and near her breasts as his hands rested near her hips. “How may I please my Princess?” He asked in slight joking manner. “Shall I continue to show you the things I’ve learned from far away places?” One hand lightly trailed it’s fingertips across one of Jasmine’s thighs. This game of cat and mouse was nearing the point of irritation though he knew his place in her world, he wouldn’t be satisfied with light flirtaious touches for much longer.

chosenwars:

now, here’s a problem i have with the rpc lately…

i always see mutuals stating they need to ‘tackle’ their drafts, or say they need to work extra hard during their free time to just push out due replies.  i, myself, say & do the same thing —— & while roleplaying, yes, is between at least two people with keeping a thread going… i can’t help but wonder—

have we, at least myself, lost sight of what’s important by roleplaying?

most of us spend all of our time on here TRYING TO CATCH UP.  in a way, forcing ourselves to write out replies, that we at times might not be happy with.  i know i’m guilty of that, anyway.  at the end of the day… if we’re stressed over catching up, posting stuff we’re not proud of  ( at times ), constantly trying to balance between real life & piling up drafts, allowing ourselves to work on writing to threads we might not be inspired for… WHY DO WE DO IT?

i feel like the rpc, & the mindset of us as a whole, needs a change.  if any of you is like me, you might get what i’m trying to say!  don’t force yourself to feel like you need to catch up all the time.  post stuff you are proud of!  do what you’re inspired & motivated for.  don’t push yourself to respond to things here every chance you can get— take some time for yourself, as well!  this way of structure is… kind of unhealthy tbh.

i hate the feeling of constantly “needing to catch up” & it makes me not enjoy roleplaying as much.  believing that our friends / mutuals / rp partners will grow to resent us due to owing a reply for so long which can be SO ANXIETY INDUCING.  can we all learn to just do what we find most fun without being so stressed over our slowness or pickiness??

girlwise:

despicable-scientist: 

just saying – 

i don’t think you understand

i want invasive anons that piss my character off. i want questions about their family and lovers and etc. i want responses to memes (you never know what a meme can do). i want random anons.

i want to interact with my followers. 

you are always free to send me anything, anonymous or not.

unbcrnt‌:

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Daenerys was expecting her brother to say that her dress was beautiful and that Mother did an amazing job at making her look beautiful. Instead, she was shot down by horrible words, tears filling her blue eyes. “I-I…” she whimpered, sniffling, and quickly wiped her eyes. Princesses didn’t cry. “I…M-Mommy makes all my dresses, Vis. You know that. I have more dresses she made me…” Daenerys said sadly, casting her eyes down to her plain sparkly pink dress.

He could feel the guilt rising the longer he watched her trying not to cry and felt the overwhelming sense of dread that if he didn’t quell her sadness that she would tell their mother and than he’d get in trouble. “Dany” He started, his tone softening as he knelt down to be at her level “It’s lovely, really. Mother makes amazing dresses but we haven’t had much time or material of late to make more improvements on some of them”

He was trying his best to make her feel better the only way he knew how and that was by stretching the truth “An I think you should wear the fluffiest dress you have. I’m sure you’ll be all anyone talks about when we meet the Martells.” While he hated the ruffles and the extra fabric of the dress in question, he knew it always put a smile on his sisters face and that’s what he needed right now. Smiles, not tears.

roxannemorton:

I just love female muses so much. Reminder to all writers of female muses oc or canon that you are doing amazing work and are talented as fuck, and your collective giant middle fingers to the rampant misogyny in the rp community is just the light of all fucking life. 

lepusmagicae‌:

“Ferelden,” Elora answered at once. “No one here is going to hurt you,” she assured him and gently placed her hands on his shoulders to stop him from getting up on his feet too quickly. He’d been unconscious for days while the healers worked on him. He’d been grievously injured in what could only be described as some sort of… smelting accident.

There’d been a couple of broken bones as well (now mended), no doubt owing to fall he’d taken whilst tumbling from a rift.

Had he been in the Fade? Had a demon poured melted gold over his head?

So many questions and none were answered as of it, due to him being asleep.

He did look much better than the last time she saw him, though. Much better, actually. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks when she realized how handsome this stranger was and she tried to clear her thoughts at once. This was no time to start ogling someone who still recovering.

“How are you feeling?”

He wanted to get up, to see his surroundings around him more clearly to see just what this Ferelden looked like and if he could see any way out, but saw none. He stayed put as he felt the womans hands on him keeping him in place so he sat up further. “Better?” He remarked unsure of how he was really supposed to be feeling. “Yes…better. I feel less pain that’s for sure. How I have no idea…” These people were truly strange to him and he suddenly wondered if he had wound up in the clutches of witches, oddly long eared witches at that.

“How did you find me? I-I should have been dead…” He stammered at the realization that he almost died and now he was alive. Alive in some weird place and nothing looked familiar.  Viserys sat up more shrugging off the hands that were trying to stop him as he saw soldiers and more odd fellows in the crowd and stared at the grey colored man in horror as Viserys’s violet eyes caught the horns and his mouth dropped and he hid behind the woman as best he could before he winced at the dull pain feeling in his side. “There is a beast here…” Not knowing that the woman most likely already knew who the beast was and that he wouldn’t hurt him.

@lepusmagicae

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Bronn and Meryll going on cross country adventures and seeing the world in their van they converted into a home. It’s cozy and homey and sometimes uncomfortable but it’s worth it when they’re cuddled close to see some far away sunrise with horribly made coffee curtsy of Bronn with grounds still in it and whatever they could throw together for breakfast.