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Well, looks like I have to choose a new OOC face claim if I'm keeping this blog active. Seeing as he is now under major investigation and has quit due to his affair or affairs coming to light, its probably not a good idea to keep him as the FC. I can't condone anything he's done seeing as I'm literally the other woman in a relationship right now. I just hope he gets through this and learns from this debacle.
My new OOC choices are currently between Fiona Nova, Dan Avidan, and of course, my darling Bowie, but seeing as he's dead, it'll be hard to get new pics of him. I'm leaning towards Bowie though. Because like, he's definitely my mood at all times.
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We'll see what happens. Maybe I'll choose someone else or just keep this archived. Who knows, its 2020, anything is possible.
I need to reply but I'm currently icing a dog bite and trying to succumb to sleep soon so it'll be a bit before I get to replies. Love y'all still and thanks for continuing to follow this mess.
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Rod hid his smile behind his own glass of dark liquor, his eyes doing the same and scanning the crowd before them. He looked down discretely at the dark witch, loving her ideas and knowing she would say exactly the right thing.
“That bloody canine is on my last nerve, if he tries to hump my leg one more time, I will dismember him and use his bollocks for paperweights.”
He snorted and sipped at his drink before adjusting his stance to see Bella better. His eyes definitely kept glancing down her dress and admiring the view. “Yaxley is a little prick who needs to be put in his place. Especially by one very powerful and stern witch who has an amazing ass and will be shagging an even more handsome wizard later tonight.” One hand stretched downwards, stroking the expanse of skin exposed on her leg by her shimmery dress. Oh yes, this would look lovely torn to shreds on his floor. 
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@blackthornhoney
“I wouldn’t know where to start.” 
Sighed Bel, a glass of wine in her hand.
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Rod snorted out a small huff, his own glass quickly being diminished the longer they stayed at the soiree. 
He leaned down to keep the conversation between the two of them, sitting idly on the sidelines of the party and looking completely unapproachable. Good.
“I’d start with something simple. A fire. A crucio. Something easy and feasible. Don’t start with the heavy tricks.”
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Rod gave his own chuckle as he regarded the raven haired witch. He didn’t voice his disappointment at not having multiple hours devoted to exploring each others’ bodies during honeymoon,  but he knew it would be fun no matter what. That smile. Merlin, did he melt for it. Such a rare thing to see upon Bella’s lips and he made a vow that he had to see it as often as possible. 
He ran his tongue over his teeth and hid a grin, his eyes hooded with the promise of something darker, something carnal. “Ma belle, I will never tire of you. Or your body. Ever.” 
Willingly, he rolled with her, his hands holding her hips to keep her on top of him. The weight of the witch on him was something he didn’t know he’d want more and more and more. His laugh came out as a bark with her words as he shook his head, his hand slightly tapping her rear in punishment. “Are you calling me a whore, darling? I prefer experienced. And clean, thank you.”
With her lips on his head, his eyes fluttered close, a contented hum coming from his neatly parted lips with the movement of her own mouth. Yes, this was definitely a good start. Warmth blossomed under each of her kisses and he couldn’t hide the moan of pleasure at her bites, his hips moving on their own accord to gain some friction from her delicious torture. 
Rodolphus let out a growl at her words, his hands grabbing Bella’s head, holding her exactly where he wanted and looking her in the eyes. “My sweet darling little witch, while I do not doubt how....... torturous..... you can be in return, I highly believe you do not wish to hold back your own pleasure anymore. What say we skip to the good part, hmm?” he purred, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers firmly and with an air of need.
Bella decided against joining the celebration of a huge victory of the Death Eaters. She simply took a glass of champaigne and went upstairs, to her room. She had paid attention to catch an eye of her future husband, before she left the living room for good. Then, when she managed to climb the stairs, she kicked off her burgundy pumps. "Mind to help me with the dress?" She asked into the silence of the room, guessing Rod's presence.
Rod had been having a good time with his acquaintances, drinking and laughing with his fellow Death Eaters in celebration. The ability to let go after such a stressful mission was much needed and definitely appreciated. He was with Rosier, Malfoy, and a few others when a flash of black caught his eye, the vision of Bellatrix exiting the room after glancing his way and purposefully drawing his attention making him pause and excuse himself from the festivities. He kept his bottle of whiskey with him as he ascended to the bedroom she was in, closing and locking the door behind him. Not wanting to disrupt the stewing mood and the brewing sexual tension in the room, he quietly placed his bottle on the dresser by the door before stepping up behind his wife to be. “Of course, my dear,” he whispered, placing his lips right by her ear as he placed his hands on her waist before sliding them to her back, slowly undoing the clasps of her gown.
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Liz knocks on the door of the manor, which opens a crack. Peering in, all she could see was what seemed to be dust accumulated over the years. A sob escaped Liz, before she turned away in a rush.
Home. Or what used to feel like home. The manor was everything to Rod and now...... it was all he had left. He was alone and hell, he preferred it that way lately. 
Dust was now a part of his every day. He didn’t clean. There was no one to clean for, anyways. Dust was in his lungs and filling his vision. He felt like he would become one with the dust and disintegrate into nothingness any day now. He hoped for it, really.
Noises. Something different from the everyday dead quiet. “Qu’est-ce que c’est,” he muttered to himself, rising and ignoring the creaking of his chair and the creaking of his bones. The half drunk brandy in his hand clattered to the floor when he stood, the bottle the only thing keeping him sane now a days.
Venturing down the hall and towards the stairs, he noticed the front door was open. Odd. He never left anymore, so why would the door be ajar...... Unless.......
Stepping to the banister, he peered down, hearing movement outside the entry way. “Hello? Who’s there?” he called, voice gruff and gravelly from lack of use. “Show yourself.”
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Am I back? Probably not fully. But I’m around. Ish. I want to be back. Really. But it’s hard with work and Covid and my dad and such. But I’ll try my best. Thank you guys for still wanting to RP and talk to me, I’m super happy about that. Muse is muse, he leaves for long periods of time, shows up randomly, and disappears so quick I forget he’s there. Hopefully we can get through it. Love y’all. Stay safe.
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@blackthornhoney
“I wouldn’t know where to start.” 
Sighed Bel, a glass of wine in her hand.
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Rod snorted out a small huff, his own glass quickly being diminished the longer they stayed at the soiree. 
He leaned down to keep the conversation between the two of them, sitting idly on the sidelines of the party and looking completely unapproachable. Good.
“I’d start with something simple. A fire. A crucio. Something easy and feasible. Don’t start with the heavy tricks.”
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This, whatever this was, was nice, Rod decided. He liked nice. He needed nice. He also needed rough and bloody and hard, but he was quite content with nice. Not that he would tell anyone outside of this room. It would definitely ruin his reputation, he decided.
His eyes stayed glued on his fiance, a smirk ever present on his lips as he listened to the gorgeous raven affirm everything he wanted, a small chuckle as he bit his lip escaping from his mouth. “And here I thought you would want to spend our honeymoon shagging the most beautiful man in the world,” he muttered,  “instead of murdering and rampaging. But I won’t change you from the deviant devil you really are.”
He laughed before pushing her gently to the bed, falling with her as she was still entwined with his neck, which he did not want her to stop touching. It made him feel...... wanted. Loved. Happy. Content. “I refuse to see you as anything except pure perfection, my darling Bella,” he mused, running his fingers through her hair to push it away from her face. 
“If you think I can’t handle you,” Rod responded, shaking his head slowly, “ then you clearly underestimate me. I accept you for you. And all your craziness. No matter how batshit you may be. But if you are actually a bloke, we may have a problem........ actually........ we’ll work with it, it’s fine.” Of course he was joking..... or was he...... Maybe.
He leaned into her face, licking his upper lip slowly so the tip of his tongue ran against her own mouth. “Maybe I want to torture you..... you’ve been torturing me for years with your beauty and your curves...... maybe I want to even the odds,” his voice was a dark grumble, tinted with want and a promise of a good time. He was torturing himself by holding back from her mouth, but what fun would it be for both of them if he gave in so easily?
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Bella decided against joining the celebration of a huge victory of the Death Eaters. She simply took a glass of champaigne and went upstairs, to her room. She had paid attention to catch an eye of her future husband, before she left the living room for good. Then, when she managed to climb the stairs, she kicked off her burgundy pumps. "Mind to help me with the dress?" She asked into the silence of the room, guessing Rod's presence.
Rod had been having a good time with his acquaintances, drinking and laughing with his fellow Death Eaters in celebration. The ability to let go after such a stressful mission was much needed and definitely appreciated. He was with Rosier, Malfoy, and a few others when a flash of black caught his eye, the vision of Bellatrix exiting the room after glancing his way and purposefully drawing his attention making him pause and excuse himself from the festivities. He kept his bottle of whiskey with him as he ascended to the bedroom she was in, closing and locking the door behind him. Not wanting to disrupt the stewing mood and the brewing sexual tension in the room, he quietly placed his bottle on the dresser by the door before stepping up behind his wife to be. “Of course, my dear,” he whispered, placing his lips right by her ear as he placed his hands on her waist before sliding them to her back, slowly undoing the clasps of her gown.
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He laughed, his voice dark and carrying in the whipping wind. He could feel the cold water dripping from his hair as he shook his head, the chill not even affecting him. He was content, to say the least. And that was a feeling Rodolphus Lestrange barely experienced anymore.
"The only thing in these waters that wants to bite you is me," he teased,snarling his lip and biting at the air playfully. He caught her as Trouble retaliated by jumping on him, his arms wrapping under her legs to keep her against him as he grinned. "Now this i like." His grin grew sinister as he took a few steps backwards before falling in the water, taking Trouble with him under the waves before resurfacing quickly, his skin soaked with the salt water.
❛  i’ve seen jaws at least twice,  that’s a shark  .  ❜
@blackroselovesyou
Rod sighed, rolling his eyes as he stared out into the ocean, doing his best to see the fin Trouble swore was out there. "Darling, I swear to you, there are no sharks in this part of the ocean. It was probably a dolphin. Now c'mon, are you going swimming with me or not?" His eyes gleamed with the question as he backed into the salt water, one hand extended in invitation, beckoning the other to follow him.
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His bright blue eyes met hers, watching the decision battle within her as she finally gives in and moves towards him. He smiles back, teeth barely showing through his lips. His gaze stays polite, never straying to where it shouldn’t in her cute little bathing suit. 
“At least it isn’t warm,” he joked, leading her into the waves that barely reach their waists. “I’m here, I’m not letting you get washed away. I couldn’t deal with you haunting me forever.” He grabs a handful of cold water in his palms and splashes her, smirking at Trouble.
❛  i’ve seen jaws at least twice,  that’s a shark  .  ❜
@blackroselovesyou
Rod sighed, rolling his eyes as he stared out into the ocean, doing his best to see the fin Trouble swore was out there. "Darling, I swear to you, there are no sharks in this part of the ocean. It was probably a dolphin. Now c'mon, are you going swimming with me or not?" His eyes gleamed with the question as he backed into the salt water, one hand extended in invitation, beckoning the other to follow him.
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Hozier — Wasteland, Baby!  Album   {Sentence Starters}
“You do it naturally.”
“I will be there, love.”
“You are unbreaking.”
“Be still my foolish heart.”
“Oh, your love is sunlight.”
“Be as you’ve always been.”
“Oh, but you’re good to me.”
“Imagine being loved by me…”
“But who could call you wrong?”
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“I’m in love… I’m in love with you.”
“But, your secret is safe with me.”
“Where I’ll wake up, I don’t know.”
“It’s not the waking, it’s the rising.”
“And when you move, I’m moved.”
“How long you would wait for me?”
“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you.”
“Let’s get lost and let the good times roll.”
“I could never define all that you are to me.”
“There’s no plan. There’s no race to be run.”
“I think about you, though, everywhere I go.”
“All of that goodness is going with you, now.”
“That’s how I know now that you understand.”
“That’s the kinda love I’ve been dreaming of.”
“The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun.”
“I’d be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint.”
“Honey, the look of it was as sweet as the sound.”
“Power has been cried by those stronger than me.”
“Who could ask you be unbroken or be brave again?“
“I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love.”
“'Cause power is my love when my love reaches to me.”
“Whatever here, that’s left of me, is yours just as it was.”
“Honey, I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free.”
“I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave.”
“I’ve done everything and I’ve been everywhere, you know.”
“And who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again?”
“We could have less to worry about, honey, I won’t lie to you.”
“I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind, now, all the things we could do.”
“Let there be damage ensued, and tabloid news, and that kind of love.”
“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted… ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it, now.”
“All the fear and fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl.”
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@blackroselovesyou
Rod sighed, rolling his eyes as he stared out into the ocean, doing his best to see the fin Trouble swore was out there. "Darling, I swear to you, there are no sharks in this part of the ocean. It was probably a dolphin. Now c'mon, are you going swimming with me or not?" His eyes gleamed with the question as he backed into the salt water, one hand extended in invitation, beckoning the other to follow him.
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starters from buzzfeed’s  “ unsolved  ( supernatural )”
001.   ❛ time’s a-tickin’  .  ❜
002.   ❛  i do feel very uncomfortable in here .  ❜
003.   ❛ it’s not as magical as it sounds  .  ❜
004.   ❛ rock and roll   ,  BUCKAROO !  ❜
005.   ❛  my fart scared you  !  ❜
006.   (  wheeze  )
007.   ❛  can i use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with  ?  ❜
008.   ❛  this is like satan’s cement butthole  .  ❜
009.   ❛  shadows do tend to follow you — that’s sorta how they work  .  ❜
010.   ❛  i’m jumping  ,  i’ve jumped  ,  i’ve landed  .  ❜
011.   ❛  maybe this ghost just likes to blaze it  .  ❜
012.   ❛  HEY GHOULS  !  ❜
013.   ❛  i’ve seen jaws at least six times  ,  that’s a shark  .  ❜
014.   ❛  how the fuck is that possible  ?! ❜
015.   ❛  government  ,  man  .  ❜
016.   ❛  we should see if she’s still building that  ,  otherwise we gotta kill her  .  ❜
017.   ❛  hey  ,  keep this on the down-low  . ❜
018.   ❛  they did not speak like that  .  ❜
019.   ❛  they had donuts in 1947  ?  how old are donuts  ?   ❜
020.   ❛  you just shut your mouth  .  ❜
021.   ❛  you had your fun  ,  you ass  ?  ❜
022.   ❛  SHUT UP  ,  YOU IDIOT  !  we’ve already decided  .  ❜
023.   ❛  i enjoy bacon  .  ❜
024.   ❛  fuck  ,  is that a BEE  ?! ❜
025.   ❛   hey there demons  ,  it’s me   .   .   .  ya boi  .  ❜ 
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Tarot-inspired Prompts
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Categories:
艸 Major Arcana - Significant moments in your character’s history
・ω・ Court Cards - Significant people in your character’s lifestory
★ Pentacles - The material world and everything tangible within
ー☆* Wands - The spark of life; creation, passion, the emergence of something new
◥█̆̈◤ Cups - Emotions, feelings, secrets, past, future
━━╋⊂ Swords - The sharpness of mind, mental states, thoughts, opinions
Major Arcana:
0. The Fool - when you first created your character, what did you originally envision for them?
I. The Magician - have you followed through on your original vision for your character? Are they as they were when you first began?
II. The High Priestess - has your character ever ignored their conscience?
III. The Empress - what is the most important thing your character has ever made?
IV. The Emperor - has your character ever broken the law?
V. The Hierophant - what is the most important lesson your character has learned or still needs to learn?
VI. The Lovers - have your character’s heart and mind ever been at odds with one another?
VII. The Chariot - what is the most important message your character has responded to and/or ignored?
VIII. Strength - is there a moment your character has ever had to fight for something or someone?
IX. The Hermit - has your character ever isolated themselves knowingly?
X. Wheel of Fortune - has your character ever endured abject misfortune? Have they ever experienced euphoric bliss?
XI. Justice - has your character ever knowingly wronged someone?
XII. The Hanged Man - what is the most signficant thing your character has had to sacrifice?
XIII. Death - what kind of transformation(s) has your character gone through? If multiple, which is the most significant?
XIV. Temperance - when, if ever, has your character had to compromise?
XV. The Devil - has your character ever been addicted to a certain behavior or substance?
XVI. The Tower - what is the most traumatic thing your character has had to endure?
XVII. The Star - how did your character develop from their past trauma?
XVIII. The Moon - what is the most significant secret your character has discovered?
XIX. The Sun - what was the most significant “truth” your character has had to reveal?
XX. Judgment - what moment in your character’s life history matured them the most? Their “coming of age” so to speak.
XXI. The World - what is the greatest achievement your character has accomplished?
Court Cards
Page of Pentacles - the most reliable and practical youth your character knows.
Knight of Pentacles - the most stubborn adult your character knows.
Queen of Pentacles - the most organized/chill woman your character knows.
King of Pentacles - the most business oriented man your character knows.
Page of Wands - the most adventurous and eager youth your character knows.
Knight of Wands - the adult with the shortest attention span your character knows.
Queen of Wands - the sexiest woman your character knows.
King of Wands - the most romantic man your character knows.
Page of Cups - the most creative and sensitive youth your character knows.
Knight of Cups - the adult most pre-occupied with finding love your character knows.
Queen of Cups - the most deceitful woman your character knows.
King of Cups - the most mature man your character knows.
Page of Swords - the most thoughtful/intellectual youth your character knows.
Knight of Swords - the most impatient adult your character knows.
Queen of Swords - the most independent woman your character knows.
King of Swords - the most analytical man your character knows.
Pentacles
★ Ace of Pentacles - how has your character grown since their conception?
★ Two of Pentacles - has your character ever ‘dropped the ball’ on something important?
★ Three of Pentacles - does your character work well in teams?
★ Four of Pentacles - is your character financially stable?
★ Five of Pentacles - has your character ever endured poverty?
★ Six of Pentacles - does your character accept help from others?
★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?
★ Eight of Pentacles - does your character have a craft that they work on?
★ Nine of Pentacles - is your character luxurious or ascetic?
★ Ten of Pentacles - in what aspect of your character’s life are they the most rich? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?
Wands
ー☆* Ace of Wands - from where do you derive inspiration for your character?
ー☆* Two of Wands - has your character ever had to make a tough decision between two choices?
ー☆* Three of Wands - do you have any long-term plans for your character?
ー☆* Four of Wands - what was the most recent celebration your character took part in?
ー☆* Five of Wands - what was the most recent conflict your character was involved in?
ー☆* Six of Wands - is your character considered a role model for anyone they know?
ー☆* Seven of Wands - has your character ever had to make a stand for something they believe in?
ー☆* Eight of Wands - how quickly has your character ever resolved an issue?
ー☆* Nine of Wands - what was the most recent instance of your character keeping their guard up?
ー☆* Ten of Wands - what is the heaviest burden your character has had to shoulder?
Cups
◥█̆̈◤ Ace of Cups - has your character made any new friends lately? New love interests?
◥█̆̈◤ Two of Cups - what was the most recent instance of someone showing your character a lot of emotional support?
◥█̆̈◤ Three of Cups - when was the last time your character partied with their friends?
◥█̆̈◤ Four of Cups - how indecisive is your character?
◥█̆̈◤ Five of Cups - when did your character experience the most significant feeling of loss in their life history?
◥█̆̈◤ Six of Cups - describe your character’s childhood in as little or great detail as you prefer.
◥█̆̈◤ Seven of Cups - how does your character view dreams?
◥█̆̈◤ Eight of Cups - has your character ever had to cut their losses and move on from a bad situation?
◥█̆̈◤ Nine of Cups - when was the last time your character felt on top of the world?
◥█̆̈◤ Ten of Cups - what family memories does your character hold dear?
Swords
━━╋⊂ Ace of Swords - what is the most recent problem your character has had to solve?
━━╋⊂ Two of Swords - has there ever been a time your character has ignored their emotions in favor of logic?
━━╋⊂ Three of Swords - what was the worst betrayal of trust your character has ever experienced?
━━╋⊂ Four of Swords - has your character ever taken a vacation?
━━╋⊂ Five of Swords - what is the harshest thing your character has ever said?
━━╋⊂ Six of Swords - how does your character deal with pain? Emotional, physical and/or mental pain.
━━╋⊂ Seven of Swords - what is the worst instance of your character being manipulative?
━━╋⊂ Eight of Swords - who is your character’s harshest critic?
━━╋⊂ Nine of Swords - what is the worst nightmare your character has ever endured?
━━╋⊂ Ten of Swords - was there a time your character has ever hit “rock bottom”?
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.... Miss me yet, kiddos?
Listen.
Quarantine is killing me, I’m bored af and can possibly be coerced out of inactivity if someone wants to play with the half dead muse. I’m not saying I’m back indefinitely, and I’m also not saying I’m unarchiving the page. But I’m willing to do a few interactions since I’ve nothing better to do and the world is ending anyways.
So mes amis. Tag me in things, send me things, message me, whatever you want to do to talk to this old boy again, because I am here and I’m queer.
Anyways.
Love you all and hope everyone is doing well, I do miss you guys so much and Roddy misses his friendos!
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I guess I’ve really been putting this off for a while but I finally made my decision official.
Roddy is being archived. I’ve lost muse and I’ve lost inspiration with everything that has happened in my life.
At the end of October my mother passed away from a major heart attack that came out of nowhere. It was a complete shock to me and honestly I still haven’t been able to process it correctly. I was close to my mother, told her everything, fought with her daily. There’s not a moment that goes by that I don’t think about her or regret my last moments with her.
Work was to blame and took up most of my time but as of yesterday my boss turned a cold shoulder to me and fired me so she could promote her friend to my position as assistant manager. In my industry, I’m not going to be able to find work until probably March. It’s a devastating blow to my already damaged pysche and I find myself deep into a pit of depression I cannot dig myself out of.
That leaves me no time for an RP blog and honestly I have no heart to keep up my character, as much of a great distraction as he was. I will keep the page and archive it so I will always have the memories that kept me through the good times. 
Thank you all for the patience and the opportunity to RP with me, I loved every single one of my partners and our threads. I’m sorry I was terrible at keeping up with it and it comes down to this. 
My personal is @mad-queen-liz​ if you want to keep in touch or follow me, I’m sporadic on that too but it’s connected to my phone if you ever want to message. 
Love you guys and wish you all the best. 
- Liz
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SLYTHERIN: “‘I am not your little princess,’ said Dany, provoked. ‘I am Daenerys Stormborn of the blood of old Valyria and I will take what is mine; with fire and blood I will take it.’” –George R.R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
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