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bookofbonbon · 13 hours

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I’m just really into Matt Smith at the moment.

#matt smith #daemon targaryen

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bookofbonbon · 14 hours

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Fanfiction writers when they’re asked how many WIPs they currently have:

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bookofbonbon · 3 days

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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

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bookofbonbon · 7 days

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coulds yu please do a poll similar to the last one but with daemon? 👀 im tryna see somethin

Done! You can find it here. I didn’t include the other variations that I did in the previous poll though because it was too tricky to include it.

Hope you find what you’re looking for!

#inbox 💌#anonymous

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bookofbonbon · 7 days

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#someone asked me to do a poll with daemon #the first poll was actually to help me with sth #this one is just for fun #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen smut #aemond targaryen fanfiction #daemon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon smut #daemon fanfic

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bookofbonbon · 9 days

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Just a quick PSA - please share (and maybe save an account that's been wrongly/mistakenly terminated!)

For those that don't know my main account (@blogofbonbon) was abruptly terminated yesterday which had also resulted in all of my sideblogs (including this one) being terminated along with it!

I was lucky enough to have my main account along with all of my sideblogs reinstated within a short 24 hours without any issues however, I found from other people's experience that it took some of them days, weeks even months before their accounts were reinstated.

I still don't actually have an answer as to why this has happened but, the general consensus from those who have experienced it is that it's a mistake/glitch.

Anyways, I thought I'd just make a quick post about what to do if you find yourself in this position!

What does it look like when it happens?

Everything on my dashboard disappeared and nothing would load.

The tumblr app kept sending me notice over and over again that I was unauthorised to access/the connection had been dropped/I need to log in (despite not having logged out).

I didn't receive any notice or email from tumblr explaining or giving a reason as to why my account had been suddenly terminated.

When I attempted to login on desktop, it would just redirect me back to the login page.

When I attempted to go directly onto any of my blogs via their url, it would say that my blogs didn't exist - they were all just gone.

Your existing posts will not come up as 'deactivated00000000' next to your username in the same way that it does on a post from an account that has actually been deactivated - it displays your username as normal with the anonymous tumblr icon and nil option to click on your username.

What to do if this happens?

This post on reddit details in depth what to do but, I will summarise below.

There are three ways to go about it - only do ONE. If you do multiple it just backs up the system and takes longer for them to work through/process requests.

Reach out via Tumblr Support (this is the 'official' way to go about it). https://www.tumblr.com/support -> select terminated account and provide details of what happened, your username and URL.

If you have twitter - send a tweet to @/tumblr or @/tumblrsupport (preferably tumblr support) with what happened, your username and URL.

Make a post on the linked subreddit above or DM u/tumblr_acct_help your username and URL.

I personally chose to go through Tumblr Support.

PLEASE NOTE:

If you go through twitter/reddit but, have genuinely violated Tumblr TOS - they will tell you they cannot assist you via twitter/reddit.

If you go through Tumblr Support - @goldensmilingbird found that apparently support tickets with emails attached to terminated accounts don't go through!

I can't speak to whether this is the case or not (using the email attached to the terminated account) as I had initially sent a support ticket through my (at the time) terminated accounts email but, I heeded the warning anyway and had sent a support ticket through a backup account of mine under a different email.

When sending a support ticket via a different email:

Provide details of what happened and again, provide your username, URL and the email attached to the terminated account!

What to do after?

Unfortunately once you have done those things, you just have to wait!

As I stated above, don't send multiple tickets/tweets/dm's/posts on multiple platforms as all it does is slow the process down and backs the system up.

If the termination of your account was a genuine mistake/glitch, your account should be reinstated without any issues HOWEVER, when it is reinstated it will likely happen without any notice or email from tumblr so, you just have to keep an eye on your blogs! Check your URL's every now and then throughout the day.

If you have genuinely violated the Tumblr TOS' then whether the issue is resolved and your account reinstated will be up to the discretion of Tumblr.

Hopefully this is helpful to anyone who needs it or to anyone who knows someone who may need it!

#please be aware #ESPECIALLY IF YOURE A CREATOR ON HERE #make sure your original content is backed up elsewhere #this can quite literally happen out of nowhere #tumblr #tumblr support #tumblr terminated #tumblr psa #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #content creators #tumblr stuff #tumblr things #important psa #public service announcement

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bookofbonbon · 11 days

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the ground beneath our feet - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!reader (third person - no name used).

Warnings: Mention of suicide. Angst.

Summary: Your relationship with Aemond has fallen apart as the war wages on and you remain his prisoner.

Prompts: My love for you is as firm as the ground we stand on (Mary & George 2024).

Word Count: 863.

The hem of her dress dragged heavily across the darkened sand. The treacherous sea binding itself to the satin material as it rose to the bottom of her calves, reaching higher and higher as the tide came in. Each step harder than the last as her bare feet sunk further into the unsteady ground. With the shore disappearing, every new current was stronger than the last and threatened to drag her under if she wasn’t careful.

But careful she was. Though she loved the sea as every Velaryon before her and now has, death by drowning was not high on her list of ways to die. Although, in times - such as right now - when she found herself under the steady gaze of her estranged husband, she wondered if she might let the sea consume her out of spite. Alas, it was too late as sand turned to stone beneath her feet.

Beginning her barefoot ascent to Dragonstone, she walked carefully as she made her way back to the looming castle, weary of the deep cracks in the foundation as the stone crumbled and created an uneven ground of the eroding path.

Careful more so, however, of the Targaryen Prince awaiting her company on the first landing of many.

“Must you come out here every day?” Aemond drawls once she is within ear shot.

Quick to anger, she feels her ears grow hot as her head snaps up from the ground. Gaze finally meeting that of the man who insisted on stalking her every move. Not once could he allow her to suffer his presence in silence. There was always something to be said.

“Must you follow me out here every day? I’m not a child, you need not watch over me as if I am one.”

Her fury however, is met with indifference as Aemond regards her coolly. The one-eyed Prince having grown accustomed to her anger-fuelled outbursts at him- of course, that didn’t make them hurt any less. But, she was predictable and always ready to be angry with him and despite his efforts, there was no balm he could give to soothe it. So, if her anger remained the one thing that she would give then Aemond would take as much of it as he could get.

“Had you not gotten into the habit of wading further and further into the sea, gazing longingly upon its depths as if you may opt into disappearing into it at any given moment then perhaps I would not feel the need to supervise you as if you were one.”

There's a beat of silence. A flicker of hurt in her now glassy eyes that she tries to wash away with a thick swallow that Aemond tracks with his one good eye. He didn't like her hurt, he didn't want her pain.

“So, the sooner you begin acting within reason, the sooner you will be left to your own devices. It really is that simple,” he finishes in the hopes of raising her temper but, it does more of the opposite.

She visibly flinches, Aemond’s dismissiveness of her suffering hitting the soft spot in the back of her throat.

"Is it?" The question catches him by surprise, his back straightening as he stares unblinking at her. She hadn't endeavoured to ask him anything more than a mocking retort of his own questions since the war started but, there was a sincerity to her voice that demanded an answer. "Is it really that simple?"

“It is.”

Another beat as she silently regards him.

“Do you love me still?”

Aemond’s eyebrows furrow, scar pulling inward from the motion as he takes offense at the question.

“Still? I never stopped. My love for you has always been as firm as the ground we stand on. It is yo-”

“So if you claim to love me so, then am I your prisoner or am I your guest?”

“Guest,” he speaks too fast, lying without thinking.

“Guest?" she smiles sadly. "Guests may leave as they please, so can I? Can I leave as I please?”

Aemond’s throat dries. The question hangs heavy in the space between them as he flounders for something to say, mouth agape but no sound coming out; the winds whistle and the crashing of the waves the only thing to be heard.

“Answer me, Aemond.”

The shake of his head is slight but not un-noticeable.

Aemond didn’t want her pain but it is all he got as it spills over and onto her cheeks.

"I take no pleasure in your captivity," Aemond tells her softly.

But then a sound, a sound he had not heard for a long time - a laugh. It’s slight and it's broken and it's watery and one clearly reserved only for herself but, a laugh nonetheless as she gestures to the ground around them.

At the deep cracks in the foundation, at the fragile stones that bowed and bent and broke and created an uneven and unstable ground of the eroding path with each passing day.

“Look around you, Aemond,” she sighs. The same sad smile stretched across her lips. “The ground is not firm, it has crumbled beneath our very feet.”

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All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen one shot #aemond targaryen angst #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond x velaryon!reader #ewan mitchell fanfic

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bookofbonbon · 17 days

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#second last is polygamy #the last one means seperate relationship #with both of them #they’re not involved as a throuple #aegon targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aegon targaryen smut

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bookofbonbon · 23 days

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just a heads up

if you’re an active follower of mine, i do recognize your username and/or icon. i smile when i see it in my activity. i get excited when you add funny tags to things. i get really happy when you reblog my op posts. so thank you, i appreciate you massively.

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bookofbonbon · 25 days

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❤🔥The Burning Hearts of Twin Dragons🔥 ❤

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister!OC.

A/N: I went back and forth about whether to make them twins or not but, decided fuck it they're going to be twins. I am also so sorry for the 1+ year delay.

Description:

Twins were not a rare occurrence under House Targaryen.

As it stood there were three sets under the Great House.

Lady Baela & Lady Rhaena of Prince Daemon & Lady Laena. Prince Jaehaerys & Princess Jaehaera of Prince Aegon II & Princess Helaena. Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

Unnaturally close from birth, the dragon twins had only ever seen one another as each other's other half, one soul dwelling in two bodies, one never to be seen without the other close by; the hot-tempered and unforgiving Prince harboring a feral possessiveness over his kind-hearted and mischievous twin sister that only seemed to grow with age. A feral possessiveness that the young Princess reveled in and used to her advantage much to the horror of their mother which would ultimately lead to their separation.

The existence of the youngest daughter of King Viserys would soon fade to the back of the people's minds. Like his youngest son, Prince Daeron, who had been sent to be with the Queen’s side of the family in Oldtown under Lord Ormund Hightower; the King's youngest daughter would be sent to live with his eldest daughter, the Princess Rhaenyra on Dragonstone at 12.

Many would forget her but not Aemond. Over several years, Aemond’s pleas for his twin sister's return would fall on deaf ears; many a fight had over the matter and many a time the young Prince turned away from Dragonstone in his attempts to bring her back and when the war eventually broke, the young Princess remained on Dragonstone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen would fight the war for the Iron Throne not out of a sense of duty or commitment to his King-brother and their family but for the return of his beloved twin sister to his side - the kinslayer more than willing to burn all of House Targaryen down to get her back.

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All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #idk if this was actually meant for aemond lol #it wasn’t specified #sorry if it wasn’t lol #inbox 💌#request #witch-of-letters

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bookofbonbon · 26 days

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DEV PATEL!! FOR ROM COM LEAD!!

#dev patel #monkey man

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bookofbonbon · 29 days

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creatures from within the woods - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Warnings: Kidnapping. Imprisonment. Paralysis. Witchcraft. Implied assault.

Summary: Aemond had often been warned about the strange and dangerous creatures from within the woods who looked like humans but, he just had to have you.

Word Count: 1049.

A/N: Old fic from over a year ago that I posted then immediately deleted.

Blood weeps from the open wound, an unnaturally steady stream of red flowing from the cut in your palm and pooling at the edge of the make-shift altar you arranged with what materials you had.

Chanting quietly to yourself, an uneasy feeling goes down your spine. You sense his presence before he makes himself known, body vibrating with the weight of each of his steps as he draws nearer to your cage, wait- no. Your chambers as he so kindly put it but, a gilded cage is still a cage.

When he enters, he does so quietly so as to not disturb you and you don’t allow him to either, remaining as distant and stoic as you always do when he’s around. The few times you did pay him mind however, you never showed him your true face, only the one you had carefully crafted for him.

Aemond's gaze wanders the apartment that was once occupied by his elder half-sister and her family, concern growing in the pit of his stomach when he notices that you’ve once again opted to eat little to nothing.

He thinks nothing this time.

“You’ve barely eaten since your arrival, I do not wish to see you harm yourself in this way. Please, you must eat,” Aemond pleads.

“I will,” you mumble, distracted. “Soon.”

You roll your shoulders, trying to loosen the stiff muscles in your arms - manacles weighing heavy on your wrists; you could’ve easily removed them but, you were drawing from them - as you watch your blood prickle as if a thousand needles moved through it before it begins a slow slither to the altar’s centre.

You were too weak to do this on your own.

Satisfied, you rise from your knelt position with a slight wince, still not quite used to the rigidity of human bones.

“You know,” you begin, rubbing at the shedding skin of your hands. “Your mother visits me some... she speaks oft of your visits to the Sept?”

Aemond nods, the gesture unseen but felt. In the same way that you could feel his longing gaze at your back; willing you to look at him so you may see the depths of the love he holds for you. He knew in his heart that once you did, all your resentment for him would disapparate.

“Yes,” he finds his words.

This was simply not the way he wanted or imagined things to be and they wouldn't have been if you had just come willingly with him when he found you in the woods.

“Tell me… what do your Gods whisper to you in the quiet of the Sept?”

Aemond’s eyes widen, surprised by the question but quick to answer.

“They offer me forgiveness,” he tells you softly. Careful still not to disturb the peace and, oblivious to the way your skin shimmers oddly beneath the moon's light. “They tell me in time that you will too.”

Your body stills, head turning slowly toward him with narrowed eyes. The wickedness that lurked beneath your beautiful face threatening to reveal itself.

Gliding inhumanly across the room, you leave the smallest of spaces between the two of you. Aemond’s gaze wide-eyed and foggy, unshed tears lining the edge of his eye as he peers down at you.

How pleased you were that you no longer had to wait. If you had to spend a minute more with the bumbling fool, you would sooner kill yourself than him.

Sliding your hands from the manacles, you reach toward him and caress the side of his face with your bloodied hand. The heavy thud going unnoticed by Aemond as he leans into your touch and presses himself against you, his forehead touching yours. He’s careful in his next moves, his nose brushing gently against yours, breaths intermingling for a few moments before he hesitantly closes the gap between your mouths and you allow him. With closed eyes, he presses the softest of kisses to your lips, savoring the feeling of your willing lips against his. But, with each second that passes his kisses grow hungrier, his lust making itself known as he presses himself harder against you - the young Prince too caught up in the moment to notice the odd tingling sensation starting in his mouth.

Pulling away from him, Aemond’s lips try to follow you until you press a firm hand on his chest. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he remains dazed, eye still closed as he commits the feeling of your lips to memory. But the sweet moment is snatched away when you bring those same lips to his ear.

“Your Gods may forgive you but, I never will,” you hiss.

Aemond rears back, a cold feeling washing through him as you raise the fog clouding his vision and reveal your true self; a low hiss emanating from your chest as a forked tongue flickers out from between your lips and serpentine eyes stare back at him.

It’s only then that Aemond smells the blood on his skin and sees the red of your hand. His gaze following the bloody trail that drips from between your fingers and leads to the altar behind you. Horror setting in as he finds the socket of his eye hollow, the blue stone sitting in the altar's centre.

“What have you done?” Aemond roars, slamming you against the nearest wall.

He pushes his forearm into your neck but it isn’t you who begins to gasp for breath.

Body weakening, Aemond’s arm drops against his will, the limb too heavy to hold. He steps dizzily away from you, thoughts moving quicker than he could; his legs turning to lead as he dives desperately toward the altar. An attempt to stop whatever it is you've set into motion but, it's too late. His body ceases and he falls to the ground with a heavy thump.

Aemond had always been warned about the strange and dangerous creatures from within the woods who looked like humans but were not. But he couldn't help himself, he had to have you and, now with his head laid beside the altar, regret courses through him as he stares in unblinking terror as your blood finishes coiling its way around his sapphire and seals his fate.

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All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #aemond oneshot #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction

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bookofbonbon · 1 month

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I’m dumb sorry! 🥺The one with it’s not greed it’s love is with Aemond!

My goodness, this has taken me so long to get to (over a year 😬) but, I got to it eventually - and no, not dumb at all!! thank you for clarifying and thank you re: war of hearts 🫶🏽

I'm not sure if you're still around but, if you are, I hope you like it 🥺.

Request can be found: here.

xx

#anonymous #inbox 💌#request

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bookofbonbon · 1 month

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It isn’t greed, it’s love.

This is for the titles section 👀 loved war of the heart.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lady-Regent Tyrell!Reader.

Description:

All throughout the Seven Kingdoms, tales were told of the lost Lady Tyrell, Regent of Highgarden.

That when Prince Aemond Targaryen married, he did so out of duty- to his family and to the realm as he viewed marriage as nothing more than a political arrangement. Prince Aemond did not believe in love… until he met Lady Tyrell, Regent of Highgarden; the unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach stirring something unknown inside of him.

But, all knew he couldn’t have Lady Tyrell. Not in the way he wanted- he was a taken man. A married man. However, that did not stop his want for her and the longer he went without her, the more the fluttering feeling inside of him festered into something all consuming.

The story that would prevail, would tell the tragedy of a young Prince Aemond driven to madness by his love for Lady Tyrell.

Some would say his deep love for her caused him to kill her, for if he couldn’t have her then none could.

Most would tell of how the Prince Aemond locked her away; some say in the cells deep beneath the Red Keep, some say in the hightower of Oldtown, others elsewhere - in all versions her wails are said to be heard if you listen close enough.

There were few however, who once spoke of a Second Son driven by his greed, for power & wealth and a resistant Regent of Highgarden to his advances however, they, like the Lady Tyrell and this telling of the tale all disappeared under the watchful eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen.

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All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #inbox 💌#anonymous #request

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bookofbonbon · 1 month

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