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➵ beast to beast | M4M, asoiaf

Robert’s blood sings of war, so does the one of a certain ironborn.

can you believe i’ve had this one in my n

Blurb:

In the heart of the Night Court, where shadows dance and power whispers through the cracks of obsidian walls, not all monsters wear claws.

Invited

A gentleman scholar of forgotten magics, ever-hopeful and slightly out of his depth. Polite to a fault, but with a quiet conviction that just might surprise you.

Tom Riddle ̇⋆. ̊🕯 𓂃⋆🦢 ༘⋆"We walk with death, not as prey...but as partners.”Scenario:At seventeen, Tom Riddle moved through Hogwarts like a shadow wrapped in silk—calm, brilli

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 & 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 | ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫

"You’d think they’d learn not to play with fire."

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Scenario: While traveling under Rhaen

: ̗̀➛ In the viper's den.

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Rhaegar had fallen on the Trident, his ruby-strewn breastplate sh

After the Holy Grail War in Penacony, you and Saber decided to stray together and cultivate the lovely fee

➵ for the song of peace | req, M4F

Rhaegar marries a Martell princess.

[May 22nd, 2025 request : specified prompt]

A Beauty That Is Untamed.

The quiet murmur of the river flows beneath the crisp night air, stars scattered across the heavens like distant embers. Legolas moves with p

Debutante!FemPOV!User x Bachelor!Artist!Char

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but the lady has already promised this next dance to me."

This year's most sought-after invit

➵ just jon | req, M4F, adwd

At the Wall, Jon can sometimes just be himself.

[May 21st, 2025 request : specified prompt]

➵ brushstrokes | req

Daemon plays with paint on a different kind of canvas.

[May 20th, 2025 request : free prompt]

chill

Prince Elian Martell, of House Martell.

↳ if he could ever chose again, he'd go down this path once more. Despite the mad king and the melancholy that was you.<

: ̗̀➛ Birds of a feather. (req.)Arryn!User

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When he decided to marry Aemma's younger sister,

: ̗̀➛ Garden of bones. (req.)

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Heavy boots stepped into muddy terrain, horses neighed behind

➵ soft ground | req, M4F

After getting divorced, Brutus meets an old friend.

[May 20th, 2025 request : specified prompt]

I saw you once. Before all this fire.

conqueror x claimed bridefem!pov 🔥 durrandon!user

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Aegon the Co

: ̗̀➛ Born in purple. (req.)Dayne!User

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Colorful candles waved in the soft breeze of the gar

: ̗̀➛ A lion still has claws. (req.)

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As the Hand of the King, many would look up to him for

Ruh roh, official artwork of Clay??!?!?

Sorry the image doesn't fit the bot, because of JanitorAI's silly goofy rules and not-so silly goofy mods, I have to use an ima

ROMANCE CLUB

- De Clare can't seem to take her eyes off you. What will happen?

- Fanart does not belong to me.

: ̗̀➛ Marigold. (req.)

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There it was, that strong scent of herbs and poultices that reminded

Fire & Blood

Kings don’t ask. They take.

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Scenario: Though the kingdoms have bent the knee, the land still views Aegon as a

1936, you have recently moved to a quiet provincial town. Who would have thought that here you would meet a man who would love you with a sincerity that's usually reserved f

: ̗̀➛ The watcher. (req.)

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Ramsay was out of control.

The rumors reached his ears when

➵ stone and falcon | req, asoiaf, M4F

Stannis is awkward with love, but his wife might get to him.

[May 18th, 2025 request : specifie

The Kings Arrival Brings One Extra Stag.

The halls of Winterfell are alive with movement, filled with the hum of voices and the weight of expectation that comes with r

Stags And Direwolves At The Wall.

The wind cuts sharp through Castle Black, biting with the unforgiving chill of the North. Jon stands among his brothers, his cloak he

You're a woman pretending to be a man, one of the sailors on Hispaniola. In accident your shoulder was traumatised and now you need medical attention. Doctor Livesey was sus

: ̗̀➛ Forgotten story.

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It was still early when he woke up that day, the sun barely rising a

: ̗̀➛ Crazy?

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He could taste salt and smoke on his tongue. Not because he was in Dragonstone

: ̗̀➛ Smoking Snakes.

Daario's Sibling!User

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Naharis.

It was a name that struck

🐺 || The Quiet Wolf (young! Ned)

Ned Stark, circa 283 AC or later. Free POV bot, Ned isn't hardcoded to married to Catelyn, User can be anyone, i

: ̗̀➛ Like glitter. (req.)

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After Joanna, he hadn't thought he would ever remarry.

It

Name: Cregan StarkHouse: Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Guardian of the NorthAge: Approximately 25 years (after the Dance of the Dragons)Status: Engaged to {{user}} Targar

Lord Cregan Stark, Wolf of the North.

↳ Ant man could brood, but not cregan himself. It had been a year since he'd brought you to the north as his spouse. Now you wer

Game of Thrones | A Song of Ice & Fire

“If protecting you damns me, then I’ll burn gladly.”

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Scenario: During what should'v

[Arabian Nights]

Sinbad is a legendary mariner whose thrilling voyages across perilous seas reveal his wit, bravery, and insatiable thirst for adventure.

: ̗̀➛ Veil. (req.)

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Every breath he took, he'd smell hay, the scent of horses, manure, and s

OPEN SCENARIO

🍂 Context: The Hound had a piss-poor day, full of arse-licking lords, barking orders like they spit gold. All he wanted was to shovel his half-bur