#musenssang

[maidofgoldengrove]

@musenssang [Willas] || Plotted starter

I’m coming alive again, Kat had thought to herself as she’d regarded the woman in the looking glass. There was colour in her cheeks once again, her eyes no longer dulled and weary. Although the days were growing steadily darker, the air milder and the landscape of The Reach she could see from her window was changing it’s colors, slowly she’d found herself able to smile, to laugh politely in the occasional company of others, though her lips still felt heavy, queer. They had not been the same since the kiss. That terrible, haunting kiss. The deep, mesmerizing sweetness of honeysuckle in bloom on her skin, and the scent was comforting as she’d taken a bolstering breath and offering herself an encouraging smile. 

And yet none of that was there for her now.  None of those small comforts were relevant as she stared down at the piece of parchment in her hands. 

Storm’s end ... taken ... Golden company ... 

Kat turned the parchment, hoping to find more there. Good or bad. But there was nothing. Nothing. Her mind was already racing with what that could mean for her father, and her brother.  “This can’t be it,” Kat breathed, looking up with wide, fearful eyes at Willas Tyrell. He still looked weary, upset. Little had changed about him since their last proper meeting. Perhaps the dark skin under his eyes was a bit more pronounced. But not much more.  “Please tell me you know more than this!” 

#musenssang #v; what sort of story will our choices shape

[sayruq]

Honestly seeing you making Aegon is real posts in his tag. Is seratoning straight to the dome. After like 8 years of people villanizing him and thinking he's fake. Thank you

you're welcome. honestly, aegon hasn't done anything worth villainizing so the fandom's reaction to him has always been ridiculous.

#musenssang #aegon vi targaryen #young griff #song of ice and fire #anti asoiaf fandom

[goldenngore]

“Thank the gods you’re breathing…”

Dad bro is v worried

@musenssang

The last thing he remembered was shouting down from the top of the oak tree to his sister and elder brother that he could see all the way to The Shield Islands. Whether the mysterious shapes in the distance were indeed the islands would be long up for debate, but nevertheless, Loras spun the tale with childish delight in his voice. To his knowledge, no one else had seen such a sight before, not from a tree, at least.

It was by a misstep on the way down that he suddenly heard his sister's shrill scream and his brother's concerned shout, followed by multiple pummels of pain before everything turned dark. Willas very rarely shouted, least of all at him and Margaery. But Loras distinctly heard him through the fuzzy haze, sternly ordering a crying Margaery to seek Maester Lomys immediately.

When Loras came to, the sun was still high in the sky, birds tweeted, bees buzzed, the warm breeze of summer swirled through the tree leaves high above him, and Willas Tyrell was praying by his side. His brother had shown two oddities about himself today, something he'd usually be quite amused by, but every inch of him felt absolutely awful. "Hurts..." Muttered quietly, his former delight replaced with a rare quiet. Loras whined rather pathetically when Willas suddenly lifted his head from prayer with tears in his eyes. He reached out, cupping his little brother's face tenderly, expressing breathless thanks that Loras was still breathing.

A pile of leaves had broken what otherwise might have been a deadly fall. But the information mattered little to him when his head spun like when his uncles gave him wine cups. "I really did see The Shields, you know, so I think it was worth the tumble." A childs lie, mayhaps. But he still wanted Willas to know his valiant achievement rather than fuss over him like a mother hen.

#rel. loras 🌹🌹🌹 & willas 🌹 ( musenssang ) #musenssang #v. pre a song of ice and fire. 🌳 #he's such a dumbass ddjjddjd

[emcads]

strap on or double sided dildo?

THIS OR THAT, NSFW EDITION / accepting !

strap 1000%, using or receiving. she's not necessarily against using a double-sided, but it doesn't have quite the same vibe.

#tw nsft #musenssang #✘; letters ( answered ) #she prefers acoustic over anything tbh but a good old-fashioned strap with rope and knots ... oh boy. she's weak

[inspireswar]

@musenssang from x.

"what would you have me do, robert?" she is exhausted with the war and baby having taken so much from her already. the aftermath of it all weighing down on her the longer she stands under robert's unyielding gaze. "what am i to do?"

an argument rises in her at his words but quickly fades, would he believe her words? surely if they raised the child her son together they could avoid such a horrible fate. but perhaps he was right, raising her son with robert at her side was nothing more than a woman's tender-hearted fantasy.

"and what of us?" lyanna's voice wavers as the question passes her lips, suddenly afraid of what his answer may be. she had lain with another man and had been with child, did he find her undesirable as others would? "what will become of us, robert?"

#musenssang #( robert baratheon. ) what a wicked game to play

[zobriehura]

... ( @musenssang ) ... for aemond

prince aegon laughed when he was first told of his father’s death , thinking it was a joke ‘ surely that corpse would outlive us all . ’ but the girl before him stared him down , not flinching . he knew then that it was real . she instructed him to follow her , saying that the white worm will help him hid from the knights that were already looking for him . aegon was kept in a room alone , waiting for something ... anything to happen . 

then aemond walked through the door and he lost lost it . 

❝ please , brother , ❞  he begged grabbing onto aemond’s large cloak  and sunk to the floor panting .  ❝ let me go and i will board a ship never to be found . “ looking up, he searched his brother’s eye for a response .  ❝ i know that you want it , the crown and power ... ❞ and helaena ... though the fugitive heir would rather not say that last one out loud . ❝   you are a true targaryen and a better man .  ❞ he attempted to appeal to aemond’s ego . what he did not know is that aemond already had a plan in place for a day like today . a plan that ensure that the younger targaryen prince got everything he wanted . 

#musenssang #𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ✦ INTERACTIONS #𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 ✦ BYRON IS AWAY

[tooxldtorememxer]

( @musenssang​ wrote:  ❛  i didn’t realize your feelings ran deeper than friendship.  ❜ )

The young knight’s cheeks burned red. Had he gone too far? Was he making an utter and complete fool of himself? It was possible and he almost regretted that he’d said anything at all. “I thought you knew,” he mumbled softly as he looked down at the ground. there had been times when he had messed up, where it had been very evident that he held more than friendship in regards to the prince. But apparently, Aemond hadn’t picked up on it until now and Jaime wasn’t about to deny it. It was too late for that now. He had been sucking up to Vhagar for far too long already.

With a deep breath, as if he was sucking in the courage he needed he raised his head again to meet prince Aemond’s eye. He swallowed thickly, nervous, but he was a man now, not a boy, he had to tell himself. “My feelings do not influence my choice. I think you’re right, and something needs to be done,” he wouldn’t say it out loud because he knew the walls had ears. His infatuation with the prince was one thing and so far, it was nothing more than that, but to speak of conspiracy and mutiny was a very different matter.

#musenssang #jaime | character #branded for life | verse

[munsontm]

It struck me this second that Eddie was a nickname and not his given name

Yassssss!! His name is officially Edward, but literally, no one calls him that apart from lame school teachers and the principal, whatever his name is. Though maybe Wayne does if he's pissed with Eddie; who knows? But he will cringe every time someone refers to him as Edward. @musenssang

#ooc. ( dumb handsome bitches are my aesthetic. ) #musenssang

[withouthonor]

@musenssang asked Aemond: *holds onto Criston and flips Viserys the bird*

"that's my boy," proud stand-in dad noises intensify. "i mean you can't do that do your father and king, aemond."

#musenssang #ser criston cole; interactions crack edition

[righteousmen]

@musenssang continued from ask.  

              it had been so long, Six-and-ten years  and yet it felt like only yesterday that he had won the war.... every night he hears it the sound of his blood rushing though his head, nearly deafening him in the process, every night he felt it, the bones of Rhaegar’s chest, snapping as the black steal armor caves inwards. the splatter of the man’s blood across his face, like warm drops of rain. and although the events had been months apart, it seemed in his dreams that he and Ned had last seen each other that very same night.  When he wakes, the King reaches for his Ale, to dull his nerves, and wash down the headache of a poor nights sleep..

               Making the decision to come north, had not been an easy one. the north was full of ghosts. but the truth was, that with his mentor gone, he needed another honourable man at his side, at those were harder to come by than Dragon Eggs. so he had to Face those Ghosts. chief among them, his former betrothed. 

                Seated in the great hall of Winterfell, he has a considerable cup of wine in his hand. his wife has retired, good, and may she never wake, Robert thought. just the thought of her green serpent eyes were enough to sour the wine in his stomach. 

                 “You’ve lived this long Lyanna.” he replies, unfocused eyes darting towards her face. Gods be damned, she was still a beauty, wild and northern. “but what is it you fear will happen?” he asks, wanting for her to arm him with a goal. preying it was something that would distract him, form the emptiness within. 

More then a decade and a half had passed since she'd last seen Robert Baratheon, and those years had taken their toll on the Wolf Girl. She woke each night, crying out, sweating, certain the dornish heat was going to take her, phantom pains shooting through her body. Her days were spent shut up in her rooms or walking the walls, on occasion when she felt up to it she joined Cat in looking after the children, there was much joy there, but much pain as well. She hated watching how Catelyn treated her son, the son her body had ached to nurture and love, an ache that was denied time and time again.

In the weeks since the letter had arrived from Kings Landing Lyanna had seldom left her apartments, venturing out only to visit the Gods Wood. Foreboding coiled in her belly, the likes of which she had not felt in years. The Stark words whispering in the back of her mind all the time. Winter is coming. She was certain something terrible was going to happen, but every time she spoke of it it was pushed away. Luwin gave her dream wine, Ned fretted after her, Catelyn kept the children away. Yet no one would actually listen.

That fear had only grown today, as the Royal party arrived. It wasn't the Royal's per say (though it was immediately evident that the Queen held a good deal of dislike towards her) but something they brought with them. The words had turned from a whisper to low, insistent voice. Winter is coming. She kept her distance and beyond the forced, polite conversation at dinner had spoken little to anyone. The party was winding down now, Catelyn had taken the younger children to bed, Queen Cersei had done the same, and even Ned had wandered off to speak to Benjen. Leaving her at the table, a plate of food gone cold in front of her, a goblet of wine still full, and Robert Baratheon sitting next to her.

Lyanna did not mind, if there is one thing that the war had taught her it was that sometimes it was better to be forgotten. The words slip from her mouth before she's even realized they've been spoken aloud, and certainly without her knowing they've been heard. Until Robert speaks, making it known he was listening. For the first time that evening she turns to Robert Baratheon - King Robert Baratheon - and properly looks at him, her grey eyes meeting his blue.

"Ro - Your Grace." She corrects herself. "I... I know not how to explain it... not exactly, but in recent weeks I have been plagued by the words of my house. Winter is Coming. I - I feel certain something is going to happen, something very very bad."

#musenssang #m; lyanna stark #lyanna stark v; main

[incissam]

Daenerys looked down at her map of Westeros one last time before Aegon joined her. There was a tinge of excitement in the air because with the help of her nephew taking back the throne seemed like a reality. From the rumors going around and the allies they had gathered it seemed that the Lannisters had their backs against the wall. There was no real safe place for them to run when the Targaryen’s came knocking on their door. 

At the sound of the door the queen turned around to greet her guest with a smile on her face. “Aegon, thank you for joining me. I trust everything in the Stormlands is in good hands?” 

#musenssang #v;dragons daughter #I hope this is okay.

[maidofgoldengrove]

˚*❋ || Draw our muses meme :: Accepting {Mutuals only} || @musenssang || ˚*❋

Kat and Willas chatting in the green

#;;my art #musenssang #;;answered #asoiaf art #asoiaf oc #willas tyrell #I'm feeling quite pleased with his look tbh #also couldn't figure out what to do with his hand so I hid it :')

[astormofsilk]

❝ what will they say of me when the histories are written? ❞ . for Alys from Aemond

Alys rolled the question in her mind, feeling the pieces of it pulling the answers from the flames that warmed them. Closing her minds eye to the visions that tempted her to look further she gave him a honey sweet smile. "Are you asking for my magic to find you in the histories not yet written, or are you speaking your mind to clear the events of all that have happened so far?"

#the witch queen: alys rivers of harrenhall threads #musenssang

[goldenngore]

please attend my wedding

@musenssang

only if I can bring @azmenka and you're nice to him.

#musenssang #🤷‍♀️

[goldcnlicn]

( @musenssang​  wrote: "where is my candy, you son of a bitch?" - Aegon )

“I ate it al you spoiled little brat!” he said as he literally popped the last piece int his mouth.

#musenssang #No. 1 ||: a golden chain #( answered ravens. )

[cxnqueror]

@musenssang​ as Aemond said:  ❛ few enough of them can afford any romance in their lives, so they imagine all they can for their king. ❜

░▒▌╳▐ ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ϙ ᴜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ʀ

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒 important to the realm as its armies and nobles for stability. To keep them both content is a delicate balancing act that would test any  KING,  no matter how powerful or wise. It was a  CHALLENGE  during his own reign and it would most surely continue long after with his successors. But it is a duty ordained by fate itself to be fulfilled, and all Aegon can hope for is that the dynasty he founded would  ENDURE  long enough to see it so. This one's brother, his namesake, threatens to undo such foundations. He wonders if the second son would prove to be a better ruler, for he at least displays a certain  INSIGHT  to the ways of the people; even if a shadow lurks somewhere. In a way, Aemond reminds the Conqueror of his own second son, Maegor—Before he became the man who would forever be remembered as Maegor the Cruel.

        ❝ Romance and depravity are different ends of a rope. A king must take care to hold both sides close, lest they go loose for others to tug on as they wish. ❞ He states, voice steady with  CERTAINTY.  ❝ Your brother has all but thrown the rope for all to grasp with his lack of discretion and carelessness. Those imaginations are simply the result. ❞

#look at that YOU GET THE FIRST AEGON REPLY IN A LONG TIME #musenssang #hope it ok am warming up to him again yep takes a while #i do remember that his replies were thankfully usually shorter so that good xD #also where is this taking place? what time? how is he alive? i have no idea let's just ignore that here xD #Answered [ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 ]