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lady-ashfade · 1 month
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Red Dividers
-you can use any of them! I’d love to have reblog if you do happen to use them💜
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i06gyu · 1 month
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Hello, I really like the green divider you made on the Winter Aespa moodboard 🙈 Do you have any other dividers you made? Sorry the English is a bit unclear, I used Google Translate hahaha
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˖ ֺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ᜔ ࣪ [ 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗞𝗜 ★ !
i literally dont know how to make deviders, but here are the ones i made in the past!! it’s really messy and ugly imo, so i never use it in my posts 😭😭 but i’m so glad someone liked the winter one <33 all of them is a bit inspired by @/plutism i’m pretty sure,, also so sorry for the late respond!!
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atsumuseum · 2 years
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darkfiguresstuff · 17 days
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Was bored on chemistry 😅
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redxcactus · 2 years
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TEASE - unedited
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@i-love-you-by-thunder - I had this semi-edited and was going to share it with you once I got it finished, but, I accidentally deleted it, so, you get an unedited version, because I don’t want it to get deleted again 
Summary: A dialog-driven, long-ish blerb about Tim being a little shit 
Tim found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman when he was nine, Jason never had much experience with keeping secrets in terms of love. 
So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when on patrol one night, when nothing particularly interesting was happening, Tim decided to tease his older brother. 
“I heard you have a crush on someone.”  “I don’t have a crush on Alyssa.” Jason said bitterly, looking over the edge of the rooftop they were on to try and spot trouble. 
“I never said who.”  Jason looked back at Tim, watching the shit-eating grin grow wider across his face. 
Damnit, Tim 
Straightening his back and crossing his arms, Jason practically glared at Tim, “What do you want?” 
“For you to admit you love Alyssa.”  “Tim, I don’t-”
“You love her so much it makes you look stupid!”  “I don’t look stupid-” 
“It’s like Princess Leia and Han, only, you’re too stubborn to admit it.” 
“We are not-”
“Admit it! Or, I’ll tell Duke, Cass, Dick, Steph, Babs, Damian, Connor, Bart-” 
“Fine! I like Alyssa, can you drop it?”  “I bet you wanna kiss Alyssa.”  “I will kill you-” 
“You can’t even deny it! Y’know, I saw that her chapstick flavor was- never mind, you can figure it out when you kiss her.”
Jason was blushing furiously under his mask, shaking his head, “You’re a fucking asshole.” 
“I’m sure you’ll say that when I get back for Alfred’s cooking before you do. Maybe I’ll even see Alyssa before you!” Tim said in a singsongy tone, beginning to go back to the manor before Jason could.
Jason hurried back, deciding to, just this once, let Tim get back to the manor before he did. 
Besides, it’d give his cheeks time to recover from the merciless teasing he received from his younger brother. 
But, it amazed him still how Tim had managed to tease him- and included a Star Wars reference. 
Nerd. 
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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version
Aemond x reader
Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection
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Cool devider credits: firefly graphics
🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.
🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.
🔷Wordcount :5393
🔷Warnings: It is not a very dark or triggering fic. If you found something that upsets you, however let me know ill change the warnings
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The life you had before the palace was as a child’s coloring book before growing up. You didn't bother about crossing over the lines, no one told you to stop adding hats to the animals you coloured in, or to stop using so much pink and glitters. There was no line you could cross, no scissors wrapped in papers who could cut you open without you realizing.
All of that changed for better or worse when you were selected for the Selection of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon or as he would soon be known under his ruling name, King Jacaerys Velyaron. 
You never thought you would be selected. There are strict laws that only noble ladies from the minor houses can join the month-to-a-year-long competition where the Seven Kingdoms are introduced to his future bride. 
It is more than a beauty pageant. The skills of each bride are tested. The selection does not require mere Valyrian blood or beauty alone anymore. It has become a deadly game full of manipulation, lies, tricks, schemes and plots. Things you know nothing of.
Your house is not as grand as Baratheon, or as rich as Lannister, your house…It has always been decent. Your parents sheltered you from court life and tried giving you a normal life, as normal as one could have with your titles. And now, it all would change
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You sit in the dining room of the royal castle, known as the Red Keep. The castle has survived multiple wars, sieges, treasons and deaths long before any of its current inhabitants graced this world, and many more would follow before you all are bones.
In front of you is a silver plate with a spoon, a fork, a knife and a glass. You never knew you cutted your food wrong or that you lean that much with your elbows on a table until your princess training began. 
It is all so terribly confusing. There are 35 girls here, and they want the same as you do. They want to be the one for Prince Jacaerys. They want to sit next to him at official functions and parties, they want one day to be his love, to continue his legacy and perhaps more than Jace, they want this glamorous life. 
You tell yourself that this uneasy feeling, that you don’t quite belong here, will fade. It has to. These girls are all from higher noble houses and used to courtly manners and training. Of course you will be a bit out of place at first. 
A gorgeous black-haired girl with a clear stag necklace with diamonds speaks up, rising from her chair as if she is already proclaimed queen. She turns to the woman who is tasked with guiding and teaching you all how to behave accordingly as the consort of the king. That lady is called Lady Aemma Arryn, yet you may refer to her as Lady Aemma or Lady Arryn. 
The girl’s voice has a slight accent from the Stormlands. ‘’When will we meet the royal family?’’ You believe her name is Floris, but you are not sure. You become slightly worried by her question, as you are in no state of preparation to meet anyone or anything royal at all.
Your teacher sighs, annoyed by this question. ‘’Patience, girls. I won’t introduce you to any royal. Some of you can curtsy but others would fall flat on their faces.’’ She doesn't even glance in your direction. So why do you feel as if she speaks directly about you?
Floris nods to that with a sweet smile, her eyes blinking rapidly. ‘’That would be embarrassing.’’ She says, eying the girls around the table, including you. You pretend to be too busy with your glass to notice.
Lady Aemma smiles. ‘’Yes it would.’’ She says, with a thinly veiled laugh. ‘’For you it would be.’’ She adds with a charming smile.
A few girls giggle delighted by this spectacle and amazing comeback. Floris becomes furious and you fear that for now, Lady Aemma has made an enemy. ‘’Ladies, focus. Remember: You are always one step away from a scandal.’’ The grand doors of the dining room open.
35 heads turn at the same time, taking in the mysterious visitors. It is two young adult males, both dressed in black, with each a motorcycle helmet under their arms. One is slightly taller yet the smaller one stands out the most thanks to his cheekish, boyish and almost taunting grin. 
Nervous chatter erupts among most girls, as they already seem to know who these two men are. You wonder if one of these two men is Jacaerys. The smaller one speaks, and despite the distance between you and him he speaks as if he is sitting right next to you, almost purring in your ear and sending shivers down your spine. ‘’I didn’t know the royal harem had been invited already.’’ 
You are offended by his comment and frown. The selection is not a harem. One girl will be chosen. One. This is nothing like a harem. The taller man remains silent, his expression unreadable as a book in a foreign language you only heard in a dream.
Lady Aemma smiles and for a moment you believe her. You believe she is happy to see both. Until the corners of her mouth slightly begin to hang in displeasure or perhaps pure disgust when she greets the man.
‘’Prince Aegon.’’ You slowly lift your elbows again from the table, quickly sitting straight. ‘’Forgive me, you nor your brother were expected back so quickly.’’ Aegon, or rather prince Aegon approaches the long table with 35 young women that stare at him as if he is a statue that has come to life.
Aegon takes no offense. ‘’It is no matter, Lady Aemma.’’ He makes sure to put a little extra effort on the lady word. ‘’You are getting old, after all.’’ Lady Aemma turns her head so he can’t see her scowl, very subtly before looking at the selected girls again.
She speaks to you all. ‘’Girls, this is Prince Aegon, and Prince Aemond. Please stand up for them, and make a curtsy as is custom.’’ You all stand up before following her orders, making a curtsy or a bow.
Aegon seems to enjoy the attention when his brother remains in the background, unaware of your gaze slowly shifting from Aegon's eyes to his own. When he finally notices your gaze, he scowls. Your smile dies and you turn your gaze to the glass in front of you. Aemond and Aegon leave soon after that, having caused quite the uproar among the selected.
The girl a few chairs away from you speaks, her blue and gorgeous dress reveals she is from either the Arryn, or perhaps a Velyaron. ‘’Is Jace just as pretty as them?’’ She wonders, her voice a little sigh of a girl slowly falling in love.
Lady Aemma scowls at her, before insulting the girl. ‘’Prince Jacaerys to you, and have some self-respect and decorum.’’ A few girls giggle, but you don’t join this time as you take in the sad smile of the girl, clearly embarrassed. 
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Two months in the selection and you feel less like a failure every passing day. One day, when you are busy practicing the dance of the dragons, Lady Aemma returns from her walk. Several girls who have been practicing break up their dances, but you and your partner keep engaged in the dance. The girl was shy at first, keeping her movements stiff and ungracious, but after your encouraging smile and jokes about how you look like a parrot when you dance, she has loosened up and dances as if she is the most free and spirited girl out there. Her name is Maris. You and Maris smoothly glide over the dance floor, leaving jealous eyes behind. Not jealousy aimed at you, but at Maris or the bond you two have. Lady Aemma quietly walks over, her hands folded in front of her blue dress when she takes in the movements you and Maris make, faithful to the waltz.
She smiles, nodding in slight approval. You are shocked and you can tell that Maris is too. ‘’Good, especially you, Lady Baratheon. You are a natural.’’ To you, she does not utter a word but gives you a warning glare before turning her head to the other girls. You and Maris finally break up your dance so you can listen to what Lady Aemma has to say.
She sighs, deeply and very unbecoming of a lady, before speaking. ‘’Ladies, it is with great displeasure and my greatest fear that I must admit to myself, and you all, as adults, that you are finally ready to meet what could become your future family in law, as well his royal highness, prince Jacaerys Velyaron.’’ You hear Maris gasp, as well as other girls who giggle and mutter excitedly. Lady Aemma glares at one girl who lets out an excited cheer. ‘’Do not make me regret this.’’ She warns the girl in particular. 
That evening, you are prepared to meet the royal family. You are put in a silver coloured dress with transparent sleeves,  befitting your house colors. The other girls are dressed as well, each in another dress with a different model. When the selection started you all were giving a tailor, a handmaiden, a team of make-up artists and dressmakers. 
You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous to meet the royal family. They have a reputation for being intense people. They dislike outsiders joining their royal private circle, and for centuries banned people for even joining theirs. Now the rules have changed, and you are prepared for your meeting, hearing other girls talk with their teams.
Lady Floris Baratheon wears a dark black with gold gown, sleeveless with a huge diamond choker. Again, it would be a lie if you wouldn’t admit she wears it very well. She orders her maids to tighten her corset even more, before her small feet glide into her dark black heels.
You hear sniffs beside you, and turn your head to a gorgeous blonde crying girl in a red gown. Her make-up artist sighs. ‘’I can’t work like this. The girl keeps crying and it ruins the eyeliner I put on her.’’ Is he heartless? You feel conflicted as you take in her big puffy red eyes. She is upset.
The dressmaker does her best to comfort the girl, but fails miserably because of her annoyed glare and her tight pressed lips. ‘’You are ruining everything we worked so hard for with your tears.’’ She warns the girl. 
That only makes the girl feel even more terrible. ‘’I don’t know. What if he hates this? What if he hates me?’’  Your chest tightens as you become worried about that too.
A woman with her gorgeous silver locks high up on a knot in the Valyrian style, approaches the girl, gently taking her hands into her own. ‘’He doesn’t know you, he can’t hate you yet.’’ She tells the girl, who slowly calms down because of this act of sincere genuine kindness. That is all she needed.
The girl continues giving her advice as you listen in on them, feeling terrible that you do so. ‘’Jacaerys is very kind, and takes his role and the selection very seriously. He will have a small talk with all of us. Just be yourself, Jace likes that the most.’’ She finally notices you listening in. Instead of glaring or snapping at you, she smiles. ‘’You look beautiful. Silver is your color.’’
You are speechless. The girl she helped, is not. ‘’Thank you, Lady Baela. You’re always very kind to me.’’ She sniffs. ‘’If my face wasn’t full of snot and ruined make-up, I’d hug you.’’ 
Lady Baela smiles, yet beams at the compliment before taking the girl’s hand. After Baela has cleaned her face for her, and put on a fresh layer of much less expressive make-up, she takes the girl by her hand. ‘’I’m simply speaking my truth, lady Dyana. Come, we’ll go in together. I met the royal family before. They are actually very nice.’’
Floris snaps her head to Baela, taking in her dark blue puffy gown as she scoffs, clearly hating the seahorses that are embroidered on it. ‘’Where the hell would a girl like you met the royals before?’’ She asks, her voice clearly jealous.
Baela smiles, sweetly. ‘’Be careful, Lady Floris. Green clashes with black.’’ She walks with Dyana to the people by the doors, to let them know they are ready. You smile, faintly until you notice Floris approaching you.
She takes in your plain silver dress. ‘’You’re the nameless girl.’’ That is one way to greet you.
You shrug. ‘’What if I am?’’
Floris sighs, deeply as if you are just stupid before giving you some friendly advice meant as a threat. ‘’Just don’t bother, dear. A prince like Jace wants a girl with a house, banners, and good men to fight his wars.’’
You might suck at dancing, at court manners, public speaking, but the history and the books? That is something you excel at. You turn your head. ‘’Lady Floris. Perhaps if you spent as much time with your nose in a book as you did making others feel miserable, you would know that the last time the Seven Kingdoms had a war was hundreds of years ago. I suggest you spent more time reading, no man likes a girl that can’t keep up with him.’’ A few girls overhear and giggle among themselves, as Floris becomes a dark shade of red. You let her be, before telling the crew you are ready as well.
You are let in at the same time as Dyana. You take a moment to take in the grand chandelier, dangling from the ceiling, the polished marble tiles and the buffet tables with delicious sweets and glasses of champagne. The curtains that cover the tall windows are in a red color with dark black details, and you hear a faint orchestra play an upbeat tune as the selected are paraded to the royal family. 
You feel like you don’t belong here at all, suddenly. You and Dyana both approach the royal family. You will curtsy to every member, and when he has the time, Prince Jacaerys will formally meet his selected, making a conversation of about 3 minutes with every girl. You feel nervous, so you wonder how Lady Dyana  is feeling. She must feel even worse. She is close to crying again. You wait for her to catch your glance. She finally looks at you, a little nervous and worried.
You wink at her, causing her to giggle loudly. The royals snap their heads in her direction, but Jace’s lips curl into an approving smile, before grinning back. Dyana makes a deep, beautiful curtsy for Jacaerys. He speaks to her, smiling as well, before likely asking what she was laughing about. Dyana nods to your direction and Jace follows her gaze to you. Jace nods as if he thanks you, before taking off with Dyana.
Your hand is grabbed and you are tugged out of the line by Lady Aemma. You smell her intense parfum as you are dragged to the side. ‘’I had hoped you learned by now.’’ She sighs, almost disappointed in you. She turns her body so she can look at you.
You blink, confused. ‘’Had learned what, Lady Aemma?’’ You ask, your voice soft. ‘’Dyana seemed nervous-’’
She grabs your shoulders, breaking protocol. ‘’These girls are not your friends, Y/N. They would throw you from the towers so they can hold Jace’s hand when he takes in your corpse. Every girl is here for herself. You should be too.’’ She warns you, but you are not angry. Just upset.  Deep down, you know very well she is right. ‘’You are a sweet, genuine girl with a kind, gentle heart. It won’t lead you anywhere with this family. Take it from me. Kind girls, finish last.’’ She looks at King Viserys when speaking. ‘’If they reach the finish at all, that is.’’ You heard Floris once tell a story that Lady Aemma was a Queen once, but that Viserys degraded her because she could not deliver him a healthy child. Others say that Alicent used her dark magic on the king, breaking their relationship. So you don’t really know if there is truth to those rumors, and if so, how much truth.
‘’Come, Jacaerys is occupied, but the other members of the family must be greeted.’’ She takes you with her, walking you to the other members of the very well dressed royal family. ‘’May I present, Lady Y/N?’’ Princess Regent Rhaenyra is the first to address you.
Her dress takes your breath away, it is a dark black gown with red and golden details, but on her back are dragon wings. You drop in a low respectful curtsy before lowering your gaze. The princess smiles, approvingly before telling you to rise with a nod. ‘’My. Your dress is by far the simplest, but still the most beautiful out here. You must share your tailor with me.’’ She rambles excitedly. ‘’I love the little sparkles.’’ She seems like a sweet kind woman. You don’t understand why the media calls her cruel. ‘’And I saw what you did for your fellow selected. You have taken my interest, I don’t doubt you’ll hold Jacaerys soon as well.’’
You are brought before the king next, King Viserys. Aemma does not speak a single word, but you drop into another curtsy. The king speaks, and you worry for madness coming out. But it is far from madness. It is plain, true, as clear as a piece of well forged glass. ‘’It is a wonderful day, seeing a common girl grace the halls with the posture and decorum of a true born royal. Your kindness with the girl did not go unnoticed.’’ He speaks very kindly and you almost feel as if you are back at home again. He nods to Dyana who is now dancing with Jacaerys, in the waltz you practiced, not a care in the world. ‘’A ruler must have a kind heart, that beats for her people.’’
You are shocked and honored by his compliments. ‘’Y-your majesty, King Viserys. Your words honor me.’’ You speak, your voice touched by his kindness. 
A sharp but elegant voice cuts in, interrupting you, protocol and the reality is brought back in. ‘’May I cut in?’’ A beautiful red haired woman in a dark green gown with sharp spikes smiles at you, and you know she is Queen Alicent.
Viserys nods, smiling as you gulp silently. ‘’Of course, dear. This is her majesty, Queen Alicent Hightower.’’ You make another deep curtsy, and you can’t understand why she is called a witch or worse in the media sometimes.
Alicent smiles at Aemma. Aemma smiles back, unchallenged. You can read rivalry and hatred in both their eyes. Until Alicent speaks. ‘’Surely your flock needs help? I’ll take over for you. She only needs to meet my sons and the little princes.’’ The flock, being selected girls. You feel insulted and a little frightened when Alicent takes you with her, not giving Aemma a chance to save you. She walks you to the two young adult men, no longer in leather and jeans, but in suit and tie. They look extraordinarily handsome, for sure. But you are not here for them.
Prince Aegon sighs, muttering to his brother how bored he is. Prince Aemond does not even respond, having his hands folded on the back of his suit jacket, and his good eye is aimed at you, and you alone as a bee in trance of a blooming flower. Aegon even waves his hand in front of Aemond’s good working eye, before Aemond snaps at him, likely telling him to behave. You find it wondrous how he is the youngest, yet act as the eldest.
Alicent presents you to her sons. ‘’Aemond, Aegon…’’ She glares at the latter, warning him with that. ‘’This is Lady Y/n.’’ You dip in another curtsy, smiling at both royals who do nothing to even acknowledge your existence. 
The silence is painfully awkward as Alicent leaves. You speak, your voice soft and sincere. ‘’I am honored.’’
The eldest prince scoffs, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants. ‘’I imagine you would be.’’ You try to find your tongue, to say something sharp and witty but all that comes out is a very soft:
‘’Pardon?’’
Aegon laughs, gesturing around him. ‘’We are royalty, you are like a peasant. We are the lions, you are our gazelle.’’ You feel nauseous at that description, as if he can rip you to shreds. 
You turn your head to the other prince who remains silent. The prince follows your gaze. ‘’Don’t talk to my brother, he is not very talkative. Unless you like to talk about ancient Dornish statues, or banter on endless debates about historic battles.’’ You would much rather be getting a drink, then to be in the crossfire between those two.
Aemond hisses, clearly a bit embarrassed in his rough voice. ‘’Aegon.’’
You see an opening. And so you take it. ‘’I quite like Dornish statues. My father is the patron of art conversionship in Sunspear.’’ Aegon bristles, scoffing when sipping his drink when Aemond looks at you as if he only sees you now for the first time. He sees the real you, for the first time.  ‘’You do? You don’t…’’ He clears his throat. ‘’Find it boring?’’
Your father has been patron of persevering Dornish and other foreign cultural works, protecting it from greedy graverobbers and folks who think other people’s cultures belong in their own house. He makes sure the local museums display it, earn money from it and profit from it but most of all: That Dornish aritfacts remain in Dorne. Your dad does admirable work, some would call it boring, perhaps. But how else can you learn from history, if you don’t cherish and protect it?
Your words come blurting out, before you can stop them, quoting your father. ‘’Only a soul with little imagination would find history boring.’’ Aegon stops sipping his drink, looking at you with newfound interest. But Aemond has become absolutely silent, a smile on his pink soft lips.
You forgot yourself for a brief moment. These men are above you. ‘’I-..’’
The younger prince talks, his rough but soft voice leaving his mouth. ‘’I concur.’’ He nods, even. ‘’What is your favorite piece?’’ He brings his champagne glass to his lips before taking a sip.
You watch, before answering the question. ‘’It’s a cliche, but Nymeria’s statues, the ones that have been constructed by her family.’’ You tell him, with a dismissive little laugh.
The prince does not agree with you. ‘’Is it a cliche, or is it a classic?’’ You are dumbstruck at that comment, feeling all your wit leave your body. He smiles, reassuring that he does not find your interests stupid. And that is something no one else did before. He in fact, takes the bait and asks you things. ‘’The one’s at Sunspear or the one’s at Dornegarden? Of course, a lot of smaller statues have been build all over Dorne to honor her.’’ You are impressed by his knowledge.
You nod. Dornegarden is on your bucket list. ‘’Dornegarden’s are my favorite. The statues are so immensely huge, as if she is a goddess looking down at you.’’ You describe it the way your father described it to you.
Beyond his shyness you can see a small smile appearing, gentle as a first snowflake in november. ‘’Ah, I can see why you like her. She was clever, fierce and beautiful too.’’ You blush, unintended. 
You know it is polite to ask, but part of you is dying to know. ‘’And yours?’’ Aemond opens his mouth but sadly, the pig that is his brother interrupts, ruining this precious moment and shutting Aemond up.
Aegon grins. ‘’He has a fascination for everything depressing, doomed and disastrous.’’ You try to think of a specific name that comes to mind. Isn’t all history depressing, dooming and disastrous, in certain ways? 
‘’Oryn.’’ Aemond mumbles, quietly.
You hear it perfectly. If he were in a crowd of thousand screaming men, you would hear it just as clear. ‘’Oryn?’’ You find that an interesting intriguing choice.
Aemond nods, his silver hair going up and down.‘’Yeah.’’
‘’I like his statues.’’ You tell him. His temple was destroyed by his usurper, the king’s brother, when Oryn was cut in pieces. The foul king took Oryn’s wife as well.
The prince takes a bigger sip of his champagne, his body language suddenly tense and clearly distressed. ‘’You don’t have to lie to me. I know no one really gives a fuck about him.’’ He mutters as if he hates himself for caring as much as he does.
You step closer to the prince before speaking your truth. ‘’I’m not lying, his story is a tragedy but it doesn’t mean that the story isn’t worth telling. It has betrayal, brotherly love, devotion and romance. How can you not love it?’’ You bring out your smartphone from your handbag, showing Aemond a few photo’s your father sent on his recent travels. ‘’They found his grave recently. My dad was there when they cut the rock open.’’ Aemond’s mood changes back from sullen to excited, to impressed, yet still reserved.
‘’No way.’’ He murmurs, looking at the little screen as if it’s a diamond. ‘’Your father leads the expedition?’’ He sounds impressed, and you blush.
You know the Dornish would never. Too long, Westerosi grave robbers from the Crownlands have taken Dornish artifacts. ‘’No, the Dornish lead it themselves. Father simply is invited, because he protects the art faithfully. The Dornish have closed him in their hearts.’’ 
Aemond understands that, still his eyes are glued to your phone, taking in every detail on the dark photo. ‘’Oh, yes, of course.’’
He mutters to himself.‘’Where did they even find this?’’
You tell what your father told you. ‘’A farmer found it. Apparently his son was playing and saw a crack in a rock. They rolled the rock away, revealing a cave. Inside the cave, there was his tomb.’’ The rest of the world seems to fade when you and Aemond talk, the worries and fears of not fitting in miles away.
He grins, smiling, letting out a little chuckle. ‘’I love that. I doubt his brother knew of it. His supporters must have made it, after Oryn was slain.’’ His brother would be Prince Razar, the brother of Prince Oryn, and Princess Farya.
He is an Oryn supporter, so perhaps he likes to hear this as well. ‘’Dad says they found traces of Queen Farya. Flowers were left. They withered, but they are testing the remains. They think they already know it are Dornish daisies.’’ You tell him.
The simple grin he lets out does something to your heart. ‘’Her favorite, according to many poems out of that time.’’ 
You nod. ‘’Yes, exactly.’’
Aemond becomes a little more serious, still rambling on, happy to finally have found someone, anyone that listens. ‘’Do you think that she was even allowed to visit her brother’s grave? Or out of the palace?’’
You think deeply before speaking. You avoid his gaze. ‘’Perhaps in secret? When people are meant to be together…’’
He answers without missing a moment. ‘’They will find a way.’’ You smile at one another, both lost in each other’s eyes.
He breaks eye-contact, nodding to the phone. ‘’This is certainly amazing. Thank you for showing me this.’’
You take back your phone, putting it in the handbag. ‘’Have you ever been in Dorne, my Prince?’’ You wonder. Aemond seems to slightly blush.
He nods. ‘’Yes, many times. I go as often as my duties allow me.’’ You inwardly sigh, delighted. That must be so wonderful.
The prince then turns to look at you. ‘’And you?’’
You shrug, a little playing with your handbag.‘’It’s a heartwish of mine.’’ You confess.
Aegon makes a strange sound, startling you as if he is about to puke any moment. ‘’Give me a fucking bucket.’’ he comments, grumpily you both ignored him for so long. You feel embarrassed and mocked.
Aemond’s smile dies and he is back to hiding his emotions. ‘’Aegon, perhaps you can go get a drink?’’ He suggest, sweetly. Aegon nods, taking off. Once Aegon is gone, he turns to you. ‘’I apologize for him. We had such a lovely conversation and now its ruined.’’ You nod, but part of you is worried the conversation isn’t allowed. 
You try to give him some advice, though. ‘’Don’t be. He is your brother, but you don’t control him.’’
He seems dumbstruck by those words, staring at his empty champagne glass. ‘’Hm. I’ve been apologizing for his behavior before I was old enough to walk.’’ He mutters.
You smile, faking a bit of a stern glare causing him to chuckle. ‘’Well, maybe you should stop apologizing.’’ You mean it. He is not responsible for Aegon.
The prince nods, as if you have given him a lot to think about. ‘’Maybe I should.’’
You notice the Prince, Jacaerys has joined you, listening in with his hands folded on his back. You notice the seahorse pin on his chest.‘’Ahum.’’
You dip in a curtsy. ‘’Your highness.’’
Jacaerys ignores you, staring at prince Aemond. ‘’Uncle.’’
‘’Nephew.’’
You notice another rivalry, unfolding right before your eyes. You wish to leave, right now.
Jacaerys speaks, his voice taunting but soft. ‘’Thank you for keeping Lady Y/n occupied when I spoke to the other ladies. It is her turn now, however.’’ Aemond lifts his chin as if he wants to speak, but changes his mind.
‘’Of course.’’ And with that, he lets you go. You turn on your heel, walking back to Aemond. ‘’It is always nice to talk with someone about history.’’ You thank him with that and smile. He doesn't smile. He does not even glance at you, anymore.
All you get is a vague, disinterested ‘’Hm.’’
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The prince takes you with him, walking to the buffet before offering you a glass of champagne. ‘’Did he hurt you?’’
He casually asks between filling the glasses. 
You are confused. ‘’Who?’’
He shrugs, as if it's obvious. ‘’Aemond?’’
You become even more confused. ‘’No?’’
Jace leans in a little closer. ‘’You must know, it is inappropriate for any selected to have another lover. It can lead to disqualification or worse, punishment.’’ He warns you, kindly of that. You know he does not mean to harm or threaten you.
You nod, thankful but you do want to clear things up.‘’I didn’t know that. But Prince Aemond and me only talked about Dornish statues.’’ Not very romantic, so why does your heart beat so fast?
Jacaerys scoff. ‘’Statues?’’ You can see that Aemond is likely the only history buff in his family. That must be lonely.
You smile, telling him the same thing you told Aemond. ‘’Yes, in Sunspear-’’
But this time, you get a deep sigh before Jace even rolls his eyes. ‘’Don’t you want to talk about something more exciting?’’ He suggests. 
You feel as if you have been hit in the face. You feel rejected and foolish. ‘’Like what?’’
He shrugs. ‘’Most girls tell me of their house, or their horses.’’ Their horses? You hear yourself think, and its not a pleasant thought. How…dull? And all of them? You bet that Floris told them to bring it up.
You repeat after him. ‘’Horses?’’
‘’You don’t like horses?’’ He asks. Horses terrify you.
‘’I don’t dislike them.’’ You say and it's the truth. Horses are beautiful from a distance. You just don't want to ride them. Or talk about them. ‘’I don’t like talking about horses. I don’t want to have dull meaningless conversation with you.’’
Jace straightens his back. ‘’That is part of your job, should you become my queen.’’ You feel your lips hang in a sorrowful line and for the first time you wonder if this is what you really want.
Jace notices your mood change quickly. ‘’But it's alright. We can talk about something else too. What is your favorite sweet?’’
You nod, accepting his attempts at winning your heart.  ‘’I like cupcakes.’’ Jacaerys takes a chocolate cupcake for you from the impressive cake stand, looking at it very briefly, inspecting it before handing it to you. ‘’These are my favorites. I have yet to taste anything else that taste as good as these.’’ That sounds promising. You clumsily bite the cupcake off, tasting the surprisingly good white chocolate filling. It tastes as good as he said it would, and your argument from earlier vanishes as snow that is basked in sunrays. ‘’It is really good.’’ You say, licking your fingers off when you think no one is watching. Jacaerys is amused by your actions, before slyly doing the same. 
Jacaerys seems a bit nervous, before he sighs after you both have finished your cupcakes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a little mean about Aemond earlier. I’ve been hearing disturbing news about him and his brother. I don’t see you girls as my cattle or my livestock, but I do feel responsible. You are here under my roof, for me. You put up with etiquette and court rules for me, the very least I can do, is protect you from men that want to harm you.’’ You notice your gaze swift between Jace and Aemond, who is now talking with an unknown silver-haired woman in a luscious green gown. That must be Helaena.
You feel foolish you even entertained the prince that long, or talked with them. ‘’Do you think Aemond is that malicious?’’You wonder.
Jace does not need long to answer that question. ‘’I know he is. They both are. If you are important to me, he wants to destroy you.’’ You find that a little extreme but Jace’s stern glare tells you there is nothing funny about this. ‘’Just be careful, Y/N. That’s all I ask.’’ And you nod, obedient as a good girl would. But your gaze kept stealing peaks at the forbidden prince, however.
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This is part one, for now.
I hope you all liked it
Its different than what i usually write.
Reblogs/comments are welcome!:))
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aeferkssr · 1 year
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established relationship, fluffyyy, 608 wrds
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xiao has always been very aloof, his resting bitch face of full display for everyone to see. he keeps to himself and is seldom seen with other people. his behaviour may seem to be self-centered to some, hence why people tend to avoid him. others may admire these traits but admire him from a distance since they fear that he is too good for them. but even then, people seem to be approaching him more and trying to get friendly with him. xiao was very aware of his distant nature and was confused about the sudden attention. little did he realise, that love tends to change one’s lifestyle. after realising this, he started to think about how exactly he carries himself:
— he starts putting more thought into his appearance. xiao never really cared about other’s opinions about him, they were allowed to think what they wanted after all. but when you two got together, her started to think more and more about what he wore. his usual black hoodie and sweats started to seem too laid back for you. on dates he dresses more consciously depending on where your going: something with a lighter colour for picnics, darker colours pick up heat more, something more dressy for dinner dates, and the like. he even devides to sport a tanktop while at home just to feel your lingering stares on his laid back appearance.
— his music genre changes. originally, he listened to anything with a good beat regardless of the genre. his main spotify playlist was 8 hours long with songs that ranged from cutesy jpop songs to hard metal. if anyone ever asked, he would just say that the beat is nice. but now, he finds himself listeneing to sings that remind him of you. either he listens to his secret playlist that he would rather die than have you find out about (a four hour playlist named ‘my joy, [ name ]’) or your spotify blend. whether he listens to music more than you or not, your accounts are linked by a duo plan. a small commitment before he is ready to make an even bigger one.
— he keeps better track of the time. it has been 7 hours and 47 minutes since the tattoo parlour has opened, one more hour until closing. the ride home will take 15 minutes, 20 is he has to weave his motorcycle through the 5 o’clock traffic. since todays a tuesday, you come home from school/work at around 6:20pm. before you get home, he likes to cook dinner and prepare your breakfast and lunch for the next day. its his week to do the laundry too, since you weren’t feeling so well last week he will have an early start on it while you eat. what should he cook when he comes home? he knows that you really like his fried rice so maybe he sho— his thoughts get interrupted by his boss, who is curious to know why he’s glaring at the clock like that.
— he's become more *ahem* needy. hold on, not that kind of needy. its more like the 'you need to be with me at every waking hour every single day or else i will explode' kind of needy. hes addicted to your affection, the way you call his name with pire adoration and love makes his stomach fill eith an endless amount of butterflies, the lingering touches and gazes you make adorn his face with an endearing red colour. he doesn’t want to be with you, he needs to be with you. and, oh, is he so glad that he is yours.
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wizardthesai · 15 days
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Meeting the om! Characters irl
Summary: how would I react if I met/saw the obey me characters in real life?
Warnings: Very self indulgent (IM SO SORRY) and a bit ooc. Mentions of death in solomons part
Deviders by @cafekitsune
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Lucifer:
I would just drop down on my knees and start praying
IM NOT EVEN RELIGIOUS 😭
"MOMMMMMM" bc I genuinely believe my mom can fucking kill Lucifer.
Calling my family members. Telling them to pray that I get into heaven.
"PLEASE I HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS" (i am a fourteen year old girl)
I'm all over the place, screaming, praying and crying while hes just standing there like
🧍‍♂️
Mammon:
I would just spot him shoplifting at a store and tell on him because I'm a fucking loser
Cue mammon hating me for the rest of my life which will probably result in me going broke
Then I would write multiple apology letters to him bc a bitch needs her money‼️
"Please, I have a wife and Kids."
"Wow thats alotta words.....too bad I aint readin' em."
After finding out that letters aren’t working, I'd just pay off one of his more achievable debts or offer him like twenty dollars in exchange of financial freedom bc, like I said, a bitch needs her money 😔✊
Leviathan:
I would spot him in an aquarium INSIDE ONE OF THE FISHTANKS
Screech!! – both of us.
I'd pay a fine for public disturbance while he'd get arrested because...he was inside of a fishtank. I just feel like thats something you're supposed to get arrested for.
I'd bail him out cause hes cute
Then he'd run from me because ewww cooties (hes nervous)
Satan:
In a library.
I'd keep staring at him from behind a book I'm probably pretending to read
He'd notice, of course he would. And that would make him v uncomfortable.
Then I'd leave the library to call my friend to tell her ab a cute guy I saw while petting the stray cats in the back of the library building
He'd see me petting the stray cats from afar and fall in love with me
Then our love would bloom 😌
Asmo:
I'd probably see him in a mall wearing a skirt
"OMG OMG ITS A BOY WEARING A SKIRT" – me mentally
I WOULD TRY SO HARD TO GET HIS ATTENTION ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY
oops I dropped this..looks like I have to pick it up 😔
Oops, sorry I bumped into you while coincidentally wearing the same cologne as you so we can have smth to talk about
How did I acquire his cologne? Haha....I have ways.
"Ariana grande is a homewrecker and her music isnt even that g-"
"Ariana grande is an iconn!!"
"I'm literally her biggest fan wdym. Ive been a fan since debut. How about YOU try to name three songs?"
Im changing all my opinions for this man.
We'd become the best of friends,,,then he'd absolutely sister-zone me.
Beelzebub:
My first time going to a gym
I'd have no idea how to use the equipment so he'd help me out
Id literally be so greatful and offer to buy him lunch as a thank you
My wallet may be crying and the restaurant may be bankrupt after that but..atleast I made a new friend!! And a gym buddy! Woohoo!!
Belphie:
As soon as I see this man I am RUNNING to the other direction, calling my mom, my dad, 911, switching countries.
I'd figure out a way to get to mars just to escape this man. You'd see me on national television shaking in fear.
He wont hurt me since I'm friends with his brother but hes not gonna let me know that. Watching me run around in fear would be the highest form of entertainment to this guy.
Diavolo:
Hot hunky himbo...Im falling for him as soon as I meet him.
Like getting down on one knee pulling out a ring that matches his eyes
He'd say yes for shits and giggles
"That time I got married to the demon lord"
Sick anime title if you ask me
Barbie toes Barbatos
Exactly like the ordeal with diavolo but I'm getting down on BOTH knees this time /j
I'd see him running some errands in the human realm
His beauty would absolutely FLOOR me.
I would just stare at him until he makes a smart ass comment ab me staring at him
The sheer amount of embarrassment would cause me to go red and run away
Simeon:
If tsl existed irl Id be a hugeee fan
I'd see him at a convention for like writers n shi
Assuming I'm an adult in all of these scenarios, I'd probably have two or three books written myself
So I'd be there as a writer as well
Then I'd approach him
"Christoper puegot, right? Big fan, nice to meet you"
^ that was me playing it cool bc I CANNOT FUCK THIS UP
Id somehow manage to get his number which will allow me to see how shit he is at typing and operating his phone
It will also, allow me to see an opening.
Cue me offering to help him with his phone over coffee (A STRATEGICAL DATE!! MWAHAHAHAHA)
He'd be so greatful he'd offer to repay me over lunch sometime
Id continue helping him with his phone and he'd continue to take me to meals
Thats how our love would bloom 😌
Solomon
Academic rivals or rivals at the office
I would hate this man.
I'd figure out he practiced witchcraft and then suddenly hes cool
Our interaction would be me hiding my excitement with a glare and him talking with a shit eating grin on his face
We'd find out we actually have a lot in common (you cannot tell me this dork dosen't like anime)
Then we'd become friends. He'd never actually open up to me though. Cause he knows I'm a mortal and that I'd die with the blink of an eye.
Luke
Id take my little brother to the daycare and see simeon taking luke there
Then me and simeon would talk while luke and my brother play 👍
Wait
Why is a child the same height as me
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thepaperpanda · 1 year
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Under the Mistletoe || Keigo Takami xfem!reader
Masterlist ❄
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Summary: Hawks found the perfect way of using mistletoe against you.
Warnings: none
Word count: 672
Author: Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Kissing Under a Mistletoe Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄
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Despite all the hype, you didn't really celebrate Christmas. Your family was mostly out of the country, and you couldn't simply leave because of work. It's not that you hated this particular time of the year or anything, you simply didn't have anyone to celebrate it with.
You were honored to be a sidekick of number two here and to participate in a little celebration Hawks organized to soothe everyone a bit.
You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror. Often you could also dress up a bit more fancy for work - of course you loved your costume, but it was nice to have a chance to dress up a little differently.
As soon as you were satisfied with how the dress lay on you, you nodded at yourself and left for work.
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There was something odd about it - even though you knew these people, it was strange to see them out of their gears for so long, but it was still enjoyable to meet up with them. It was actually fun chatting with your friends about something other than work or training. The whole thing lasted until you felt a red feather tickle your cheek. Excusing yourself, you went to the door and immediately got snatched into the empty office. 
"Well, well, well. Look at you! Always in your gear, and here you are. All dolled up in your dress, with those high heels on!" Hawks laughed, kissing at your cheek before nuzzling you to his neck. "Maybe we should change your dress code for this type of outfit?" Hawks suggested.
Shaking your head, you laughed. "Don't you dare! Do you realize how hard it is to run in those hills? You seriously expect me to keep up with you?"
Hawks looked at you and shrugged before hugging you tightly; he hated hiding your shared relationship from others, but it made him feel safer.
"Don't be like this. I would have a nice view to see every day," Keigo taunted.
"Keigo, I don't mean to be rude, but if they notice us missing, they will all find out about us, after connecting all the dots." You kissed him gently and promised, "I'll wear this outfit more often in private for you."
As he pulled away, he nodded with an annoyed grimace on his face. "I want to see you later, okay? Promise?"
After agreeing, you left the office, pretending nothing had happened.
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In the middle of chatting with your friends, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.
It was none other than Hawks himself asking, "I see most of you are enjoying yourselves here. Mind if I take Y/N for a moment?"
As a result, no one objected or dared to say no to number two, so you were pretty soon dragged away.
After raising your eyebrows, you looked at Keigo and then at everyone else as he stopped right in the open door. You were the center of attention for some reason; it was confusing.
Your confusion was noticed, and he smiled cockily, pointing his index finger up.
There was mistletoe hanging right above your head, and you could have sworn that there had never been mistletoe there before! That meant he did it on purpose just so he could kiss you without revealing too much.
You were flung into a needy kiss after Hawks gave you an innocent shrug.
Grabbing his jacket, you kissed him back with a soft, annoyed growl. As soon as he pulled away, you shook your head and smiled at Keigo. "You couldn't stop yourself, couldn't you?"
"What can I say? I was never too patient, and Christmas time I had to take advantage of this little window of time," he shrugged and snatched the mistletoe before waving it in front of you. In a quiet voice, Keigo explained, "I need to keep it. It will be useful." Then, he walked away like nothing had happened.
Standing completely stunned, you were soon surrounded by slightly jealous friends asking many questions about the kiss.
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alyshiba · 1 year
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Lilagon hen zaldrizoti
Prequel: the bethrotal
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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.
Author's note: Well, I feel bad for chapter 8, so I thought of treating yall with a Christsmas gift. This is a prequel to the main fic, set in episode 8. It will be devided in 2 parts, the other will be posted tomorrow. Consider it your Christmas Targryen dinner <3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, Happy Hannukah (hope I wrote it correctly) to those who are celebrating it, and idk, enjoy this period of the year to those who do not celebrate anything, or who celebrate other things instead <3 Edit: This was alway supposed to be a one shot, I got cocky, thinking that I might turn it into a two, or three, chapters thing. Turns out I couldn't. So I'll repost the whole thing at it was meant to be originally.
Warning: violence and smut. This is your Chrismas smut.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
When her family reached the main gate of the Red Keep she was still up in the air with Balerion. Her mother had traveled by ship, for her pregnancy prevented her from riding Syrax, and her siblings had elected to be with her, not to leave her alone. Still, Balerion was too much of a symbol of Targaryen legitimacy to be left on Dragonstone, so she and her father had decided to travel together on dragonback. The journey was quick, and easy, it was not what left a bad taste in her mouth, a sense of annoyance in her guts. She had told Daemon that landing outside the pit was not going to be a good idea, that unlike Caraxes, who was used to being occasionally housed in that wretched structure, Baleion hated it. With a passion. So when they landed, and one of the keepers foolishly waved his staff to convince her black mount to try and fit in the keep, her dragon just squished him under his paw. He looked at him, and if he had brows he would raise one in mock of the ant screaming at him, and just stomp his giant paw on the fool’s body.
She pitied the other keepers who had to scrap his remains out of the ground.
Daemon laughed, while conducting himself the Red Wyrm inside the pit, while she had to make up excuses. You stand too close, she had said, he cannot see you, you have to mind his size, and not run under his paws. And ultimately decided to mount back again in the saddle and take off, as a precaution, since she could clearly sense Balerion’s growing anger. All directed towards the place he had been chained to by Jahaerys for years, after his last rider’s horrible death. 
When she felt Balerion calm down enough she bid him to find a place to land, somewhere he liked to nest. There must have been a place for him, somewhere Aegon, and Maegor after him, thought when planning the construction of the Red Keep. It appeared such a place was a sandy beach, just outside the walls of the Keep. There was a small path leading down to shore, a lot of steps, and above it a small wooden door. A passage, likely an escape tunnel, that probably led inside the keep.
The dark, tiny stone corridor led in the training yard. She heard it before she even saw it. She heard the clanging of swords, the occasional applause to a fight well fought. 
She reached the yard to see not as many people as she expected to, the Kingsguard were there, some Lords, eager to see the princes, and her brothers, Jace and Luke, wandering towards the weapons stack. &lt;<Nobody would question your place as heir to Driftmark, if we looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and less..>> Luke paused, lowering his voice, <<like ser Harwin Strong>>. Her heart stopped for a second, in pain for her brothers. Where she wore the silver lock and purple eyes of house Targaryen, symbolizing her status as trueborn daughter of Ser Laenor, even if few knew better, her brothers bore the dark hair and dark eyes of their true father. Many times it was argued that it came from the Baratheon blood in them, from their grandmother Rhaenys, but everyone seemed to know. 
&lt;<You are a dragon>> She said to her brothers both, <<and dragons do not worry themself over the opinion of lesser creatures>> Jace agreed with her, patting the younger brother on the shoulder. <<You weren’t with Daemon>> He questioned, looking at her with a half grin, <<I heard of accidents, and men squished like bugs>> Jace laughed. Luke was horrified. Visenya huffed, and turned away towards the sounds of broken wood and fighting. A small crowd gathered in one corner of the yard, circling what surely must have been an interesting fight. Jace patted them both on the shoulders and bid his siblings to follow him in that direction. It took her a glimpse of long, straight silver hair for her to understand that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea after all.
When they reached their destination she saw Criston Cole, the arrogant, smug Kingsguard she now knew to be the Queen’s sworn shield, swinging his morningstar at Aemond. Man had he grown. She remembered a time where he was maybe half his current stature, a timid boy picked on by the others. She admired him more than the fight, he was tall, and judging by the fact that he didn’t finch or fall when Cole’s morningstar hit his shield he must be strong. Very much so. She admired how fluidly his body moved, how his muscles flexed with deadly precision. How he was able to avoid the morningstar, shield now discarded and forgotten, so quickly, even with his injury. Aemond quickly spun, now facing them and Criston, so she could appreciate his defined lineaments, his sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and the large scar that graced one entire side of his face. He wore an eyepatch over the yee she knew he lost. She wondered if the eye was still there, or if it had been carved out. She wondered what it looked like, under the patch, was there a hole? Could she see the insides of his head ? Or has his eyelids been kept sewn shut ?
With the corner of her eye she saw how her brothers looked worried. It was no secret the hatred that Aemond bore towards them, Luke specifically. And seeing how deadly and skilled he had become, despite his injury, because of it, she realized. It was because he lacked half of his vision that he had to become so skilled with the sword, so better than anyone else. She could understand her brothers’ uneasiness. But she couldn’t help the throb in her core, the warmth that took a hold of that spot between her legs. The urge to press her thighs together to apply some pressure. She needed to go back to her chambers.
Cole looked tired, swinging his morningstar required a lot of strength, and Aemond was clever enough to let him do it, over and over again, until the knight was too exhausted to lucidly parry the young Prince’s attacks. It took Aemond one spin and one blow to be able to raise his sword to Cole’s neck. For a second she wished he would push the blade in the knight’s throat, see his blood being spilled. 
She applauded the display alongside the other people gathered, her eyes trained on the one eyed Prince, &lt;<well done my Prince>> said the Kingsguard between heavy breaths, <<you’ll win tourneys in no time>> but it was not on Cole that Aemond’s attention was anymore. She saw his eye finding her brothers first, <<I don’t give a shit about tourneys>> he said. His voice was deep, deep and soft like velvet, <<nephews>> he finally said, addressing her brothers. Both Luke and Jace straightened their backs when their uncle spoke to them, <<have you come to train?>> there was a dark glimmer of excitement in the lilac orb of Aemond. She knew he wished for nothing more than to beat them up, probably both at the same time. Just to show his better skill, even with his one eye. Was she a terrible sister if she wished to see it? If she got aroused while her brothers were shamed by their uncle?
&lt;&lt;;Niece>> Called the same velvety voice, sweeter this time, not like honey or sugar, but like a sweet poison, it snapped her from her trance and cut clean the string of her thoughts, dirty thoughts. Aemond discarded his training sword and started to walk in her direction, she saw it in his eye that he decided to find new ways to hurt their brothers, <<your beauty is that of a goddess>> he delicately grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. It took everything in her not to laugh at his face. Visenya turned briefly and saw how Jace and Luke were barely containing themself, she felt Aemond’s grin on the soft skin of her hands. <<Have you come to spend time amongst true dragons?>> She was waiting for the insult, she knew it would come. She hummed, faking amusement at her uncle’s pun, <<this days a prefer.. stronger company, I fear, my beloved uncle>> she delicately slid her hand from his grip and started walking towards her brothers, and the inside of the keep. Where she knew their mother was waiting for them.
It didn’t take long before her walk was stopped, by Criston Cole this time, &lt;&lt;;Princess>> he bowed. It was more of an insult than a reverence, <<I fear the training yard is no place for a woman, you would be wise to keep away. The risk of injury is high>> her blood boiled. That man had the ability to irate her like no other. She felt the fire, she wanted to breathe flames on his body and enjoy looking at him burning.
A thud, the ground and walls shaking, it was what kept her from responding. A low growl and a shadow who blocked the sun. Cirston’s face contorted in horror. The fear in eyes, the amusement badly hidden in Aemond’s. Her brothers’ grins. All of this fed the flames of her rage.
She kept her eyes in Cole’s dark orb, &lt;<I find the interest you have in my uncle’s training quite unusual, Cole>> his body went rigid in memory, <<I find that men would have that kind of devotion in a cousin, a brother…>> she enjoyed torture, the rage she knew he felt and couldn’t let out, <<or a son>> Visenya kept her eyes in Cole’s as she began to circle him, <<is that because of his injury, hmm>> she moved to his right side, his face snapping in her direction not live her stare, as if she could stab him any moment. She wished she could, <<or is it all the late nights you spent with his mother the Queen? Your.. devotion to her grace that compels you to take care of her children?>> She felt Aemond’s rage at the suggestion, and saw Cole’s cold sweat dripping down his neck. She was joking, she had no way of knowing what happened inside the keep while she was way on Dragonstone, but the sheer terror she could read in Criston’s eyes were indicators that somehow she hit a sore spot, <<I know your secret>> she whispered in his ear, for him only to hear, <<I know why you killed Joffrey Lonmouth>> her wild grin only grew when she saw his body tense and go rigid.
&lt;<;Look at him>> Visenya said out loud, tilting her head towards the large dragon perched on the walls right in front of them. Everyone turned, not just Criston Cole and Aemond, not far behind, <<Balerion believes this walls and halls to be his>> she said for all to hear, <<he still vividly remembers when the Conqueror ordered the construction of this keep, when he made him breath fire on the pile of swords that compose the throne that belongs to my grandfather, he sees all of you as guests in his halls>> she said, looking at Aemond, <<and be mindful, dragons are rather territorial. History should tell you what he did to those who challenged his riders, what happened to Aenys’s brood>> she didn’t even need to mention Maegor’s name to stir fear in the hearts of the presents.
Balerion highlighted her words with a low growl, one that made most of the people in the yard scramble inside, &lt;<if you care to remain in this world, Criston>> she refused to call him by his title of knight. He had forsaken his vow, even if her mother was the one guilty of instigating it. He could have left her in her room that kight, <<you should remember your place and how to properly address your superior. And who this halls will one day belong to.>>
She smirked noticing how Aemond looked uneasy, not at her display of power, he was grinning, he loved it she understood. Her gaze trailed down for a moment, it was his trousers who made him uncomfortable, too tight she knew. Visenya bit her bottom lip and left. She had to be in her room as soon as she could.
The next time they saw each other was in the throne room. It was packed with people, the entire royal family, the remaining Velaryons and everyone who was peasant at court, higher and lower Lords and Ladies. All anxiously awaiting to hear about the issue of the succession of Driftmark.
Criston Cole was nowhere to be seen.
&lt;<Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,>> Began the booming voice of the Hand. He was too comfortable in her grandfather’s throne, Visenya thought. It is a seat for dragons, not for a lesser born second son. <<We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand I speak with the King’s Voice on this and all other matters>> She and Daemon sneered, at almost the same time. Rhaenyra glared at them both, but they couldn’t help themselves. How can such a second son to a lesser house pretend to speak with the voice of a dragon? She wanted to shout, how could he so blatantly disrespect his King’s wishes. The same King he so adamantly claimed to serve? She wanted to climb the steps and rip him out from the throne. To teach him a lesson. She felt her father’s hand on her elbow, silently telling her to calm down. To allow him to talk his nonsense.
&lt;<The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins>> Claimed Lord Velaryon pleading his cause, <;<and not in mine?>> Visenya reached her point of break, the insults veiled in Vaemond’s speech too much to bear and stay silent. 
The Lord turned, he looked at her, &lt;<Am I not the first born daughter of Ser Laenor Velaryon? Tell, me Vaemond, how can a second brother overstep the offsprings of the firstborn son of Driftmark?>>
&lt;<Your mother will have her chance to make her own petition, Princess>> Came the voice of Alicent Hightower, <<Do ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard>> Rhaenyra gripped her hand, pleading to stop. But Visenya was her father’s daughter, too much like Daemon to calmly wait out the storm.
&lt;<I am already doing Vaemond the courtesy of allowing him to breathe>> She said turning her attention toward the Queen consort, <<it is courtesy enough given the insults spoken towards my mother, my father’s memory and towards his own brother>> she saw Otto Hightower’s grip on the throne’s handles tighten. She hoped it cut him.
&lt;<The craven couldn’t wait for his own brother’s death to try and seize his title. I hear he didn’t even go to sit at Lord Corlys’ side once, such was his taste for power>> She continued, relentless, unforgiving, <<I wonder why Vaemond stood, unmoving, when the pirates attacked my grandfather’s ship. From atop Balerion I saw you cowardice, or rather your lust for power, as you stood motionless spectating your own brother’s fall>> She was at Vaemon’s side now, hearing the court’s whispers, <<I was there when they retrieved my grandfather’s body, I was the first to tend to his injuries. And never once have I seen you>> Vaemond’s face was unreadable, too many emotions all at once were depicted on his face. <<I wonder if you rejoiced in seeing him fall>> She continued, <<I wonder if you would have slain him yourself, if I didn’t stay by his side day and night until we arrived on Driftmark>> kinslayer, was the word whispered in the hall, power hungry, man without honor. Visenya had reached her goal, Vaemond’s case, despite the favor of the greens, just crumbled, falling like the dry leaves on a tree's branches in autumn. Gone and forgotten like the cinders she left on the Stepstones, that once belonged to the thriarcy’s soldiers.
Viserys’s presence was anymore needed, yet her heart warmed at the sight of her grandfather come to defend his only daughter, as her mother confessed she had called her. She glanced once in the direction of her uncles, while her father helped the old King to sit on his throne. She disliked them. Not because of her mother’s and Alicent’s feud, or because of the rift in her family, she disliked them because not once in her life had they made her feel welcomed. She disliked Aegon, most of all, she hated his grin, and the light hand wave he gave her when he saw her looking. The sight of him repulsed her. The sight of his hands even more so.
Aemond had a grin on his face. She couldn’t know why, nor did she cared to. Then there was Helaena. Sweet Helaena, always lost in her world and her bugs.
Her trance was broken once again by the irritating voice of Vaemond Velaryon, &lt;<I will not allow it>> the fool said, <<allow it?>> came the voice of Viserys. He was weaker than she ever saw him, his illness eating him away slowly. But even in that moment she saw the shadow of the dragon he was, the flames burning in the back of mind. She admired him, him and his strength, she couldn’t understand the strength it took him to get there despite his decaying body, the resilience in settling this matter once and for all.
The discussion went on, but she didn’t listen, she was focused on her mother’s hand gripping her wrist, on her silent plea to stay still and do nothing, to let the King settle the matter. To not act for once, like her father would.
&lt;<I will not see it ended on the account of this..> Vaemond said, a dead man standing, she grinned, <<say it>> Daemon whispered. Visenya grinned, savoring the chaos about to erupt.
She saw the fear in the eyes of Otto Hightower, fear for her father, and the resignation on the King's feature, he too knew his brother too well.
&lt;<Her children are bastards!>> The corpse shouted, the King leaned over on his throne, the Queen held his breath and her uncles grinned, <<and she is a whore>> she wished she could be the one to end it.
It took one only precise swing to cut Vaemond's head in half, &lt;<he can keep his tongue>> said Daemon to his brother, after he had called for the beheaded man’s tongue after the insult shouted.
The half of Vaemond’s head rolled at her feet, she kicked it and it rolled so that now it balanced on what was left of his skull, revealing the insides of it, &lt;<empty, as I thought>> she proclaimed. Her father laughed. The Queen was disgusted, the King fed up, Aegon was petrified, poor Halaena was almost panicking, she felt terrible for her sweet aunt, and Aemond was almost excited. She wondered again what she could see from the hole in eye socket. She wondered if he wished to live with such impunity like her father, he dreamt of himself being in his shoes, with Luke instead of Vaemond. She wished to know what it felt like, possessing the strength to behead a man with such ease.
&lt;<;Disarm him!>> shouted the hand, <;<no need>> sang her father, cleaning Darksister with his cloak. 
Her mother let out a long breath, relieved and angered both. Visenya knew she hated when she and her father took harsh decisions without her counsel. But this was necessary and even she understood. Vaemond Velaryon could have been left to live after the accusation. Even if he was right to call them bastards.
&lt;<Enough of this nonsense>> Came the weakening voice of Viserys, <<it warms my heart to see my family all reunited>> he couldn’t speak more than a few words before taking a break to breath, it was painful to see, &lt;<we shall celebrate it with a feast tonight>> Visenya tried to remember the man she saw in her youth, the strong King she admired, who so kindly spent time with her as a child. Her and her brothers, never his other children she bitterly thought.
&lt;<And to further unite our house>> He breathed, turning to look at her, oh no, she thought freezing under her grandfather’s gaze. She knew what he was about to say, and her parents too, she could see it in the way Rhaenyra’s grip tightened, in how her breaths were deeper. She saw it in Daemon’s hand gripping the hilt of Darksister, on his eyes of the brother he loved and loathed at the same time, <<come forward Visenya, my first grandchild>> she obeyed her king, she didn’t have any other choice. <<You are the image of my mother>> He smiled briefly, <<and of my father>> she knew little of Baelon and Alyssa, save that they both died before their time. Visenya returned her grandfather’s smile, despite the grip that took a hold of her stomach, <<willful and beautiful, and clever beyond your age>> she bowed in thanks. Yet the compliments didn’t ease the hold her stomach was in, nor did they make her accept easily what was about to happen.
He slowly turned towards his wife, his wife and her children. &lt;&lt;Aemond>> He called. She saw her uncle stiffen, and bow, and when Viserys signaled him to come closer he did so, quietly. There was no love in his lilac eye, no empathy for the suffering King on the throne, he was afraid maybe, but just because that man was his King. There was no love between Aemond and his father, and she found it deeply sad. <<My dear children, it is my wish to see you united in marriage>> Visenya was frozen in her spot, her arms limp on her sides, her mind filled with one thought, repeated over and over again, <<;to further unite our family, as it should be>>, she did not hear the rest of it. Visenya stood there, frozen like a statue, thinking that sooner rather than later she will belong to the man next to her. That he could do as he pleased with her, and her body. It was a terrifying thought.
When they arrived for dinner thankfully her uncles were still nowhere to be seen. She sat at the head of the table, close to her father who was still fuming from the events of the day.
He had spent the rest of the afternoon irate, screaming and throwing things left and right. Visenya however, just sat, she sat and watched her father’s ire, her mother’s worried face, and her brothers' angry expressions. She knew that sooner rather than later she had to marry, there was a time where she knew it would be in the family, a time when the rift between them wasn’t so large and irreparable, a time when she knew that her bond with Balerion was too important to House Targaryen for her to be sold to any other House.
And there was a time when she was content in that knowledge, when she told herself that at least she got to know her future husband better than any other Lady, his flaws and his character. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Now the prospect of wedding Aemond Targaryen terrified her. It terrified her because she would be forced in the viper's den, she would be forced to spend time with them, with Aegon. 
She could not take her mother’s side once she was married, she could not support her, she would be expected to obey her husband. Her husband whom she knew hated her brother Luke and her family with every single fiber of his tall, muscular body. Her husband who, in the privacy of their chambers, could do everything he wished. Even slid her throat and eliminate her mother’s greatest weapon, the one reason the peace was holding. The one dragon that could end any and all rebellions by himself.
They entered moments before her grandfather. Aemond took the seat right in front of her, on the other side of the table. Never once did his eye leave her. She returned the gaze, unwilling to show fear, or to make him think that she would easily bow to his will. 
Visenya stood, like everyone else, when guards came to bring the chair in which Viserysìs sat. His body was so weak that now even supporting itself was too great of a taks. The guards placed him in the center, between his daughter and his wife.
&lt;<Prayer before we begin?>> Asked the weak voice of Alicent, she sneered like Daemon. And watched as everyone joined their hands. Hers remained on her lap. It was odd, however, to see Aemond’s head bow in prayer, the perfect image of a pious man. She wondered if he was really so religious, or if he was simply pleasing her mother.
&lt;<May the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long>> How big of a hypocrite could Alicent be? Did she not forget her contribution to those broken bonds? Did she not forget that it was her father, her son, her betrayal towards her mother’s friendship that generated this situation? <<And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest>> Visenya turned towards her father, Daemon was suppressing a laugh. She bit her lips to avoid making a sound. Her mother glared her disapproval. They both turned to look down at their laps, to avoid showing their expression. To Vaemond Velaryon she thought, snickering. The audacity.
She raised her head once again, Aemond’s eye was still on her. Not her face though, no. Visenya grinned, he was staring at her body, at the low cut of her dress. ‘Aemond is a man’ Said her mother after Daemond had calmed enough to allow conversations to be had, ‘and your body is a weapon he cannot resist’ she supposed her mother was right. &lt;&lt;Aemond>> The old King called, his son snapped his head in the direction of the sound. Has Viserys ever cared to call his son ? How many times had Aemond heard his name coming from the lips of his father in the last nine years? <<Why are you seated so far from your future wife?>> She saw Alicent’s face drop, was he her favorite son ? It certainly looked like it, seeing how her expression hardened when Aemond stood from his chair. As if someone had sewered a limb from her body at that very moment. An important piece of information at least.
She turned to look at her father, he stiffened and glared at his brother. Do nothing she pleaded in her mind. Jace and Baela were ready to make space, but she moved first. The Princess slid her chair closer to her father, and gestured for the new chair to be placed at her side. She would avoid Daemon sitting in front of his nephew. Gods forbid giving Daemon a target for his ires.
Aemond sat without ceremonies, &lt;<a toast, to the three young couples>> called the King. Everyone raised his glass. She saw her future husband stiffen, Visenya followed his gaze to see Aegon, whispering something to Jace.
It didn’t take long before Viserys was brought back to his chambers, his body could endure all so much. And the moment he left, all the toasts and wishes of good faith left with him. It was as if their family was starting to rot and decay like his body. A chill went down her spine, what would happen when they finally lost the one frail thing that binds them all together? Would war ensure the moment Viserys died? 
In the end it started with a dance: she huffed when Jace stood and asked Helaena to dance with him. To her good soul it probably was an innocent act, to everyone else, a scorn to Aegon. 
She saw a glare of anger in Aemond’s face, it was much more evident than in his brother’s. Visenya slid a hand on his thigh, his muscular, strong thigh. Aemond’s head snapped immediately in her direction. &lt;<Helaena is a great dancer>> She said, he hummed, offering her his hand, a silent invitation to join the dances, the polite thing to do, <<oh no>> Visenya laughed, <;<I am no dancer, my talents lie elsewhere>> she whispered. It worked, if the way he slowly swallowed his saliva was any indication, now his attention was going to be nowhere near her brothers, if she played well enough.
Her hand stayed on his thigh caressing it lightly, Aemond didn’t complain. 
&lt;<A final tribute>> Called Aegon, once his wife was returned to him, <<to my brother and his future wife>> Visenya’s free hand gazed at the knife on the side of the table, her betrothed saw, and so did her father. <<And to my nephews, all wise, handsome..>> She knew what he would say, she removed her hand from his thigh and grabbed the cup in front of her, <<strong>> then she felt Aemond’s hand, his big calloused hand on her leg. He grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh, probably in the vain hope that she would stay put and ignore the insult. Visenya grinned, crossing her legs and trapping her future husband’s hand too close to her core. 
She leaned over, brushing her breasts on Aemond’s bicep, holding her cup high,&lt;<and to you, my Lord Hightower>> She said, toasting towards Aegon, she acted before any of her brothers could do anything stupid. Daemon sneered, Aemond’s grip tightened, her mother pleaded her to stop with a look.
&lt;<Look at me, niece, don’t I look like a Targaryen should?>> He said. Indeed he did, he had the silver hair and the purple eyes typical of their house. <<So do all the whores in Lys, yet none feel the urge to shout it out loud>> She laughed. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, Daemon laughed, her brothers grinned. The Hightowers looked horrified. Aemond’s hand gripped a bit tighter her soft flesh, she felt a shiver crawling towards her core.
Her mother then stood, to toast Alicent and her loyalty towards Viserys, to the unfaltering love she had shown him even in his sickness. Visenya supposed that it was due to the guilt she felt towards her childhood friend, to the friendship her marriage destroyed.
The dinner proceeded then, the table clearly divided in two apart from Aemond who unceremoniously stood, excusing himself for a moment.
She waited for what felt like a reasonable amount of time before standing herself, pretending she needed to use the privy. Visenya was never one to make her prey escape.
She strolled in the general direction of the bath, it was a small, dark room lit only by lanterns hung high on the stone floor. It wasn’t hard to spot Aemond’s tall figure, even in the dim light. She sneaked closer, inching towards his back. There was no mistaking what he was doing, given the rhythmic movements of his arm. 
&lt;<Isn’t this a sin?>> Visenya asked in the sweetest tone she could muster, while grabbing at his muscular arms. She felt his entire body stiffen, in embarrassment surely. The Princess pressed herself on his back, caressing her way down the curves of his arms, towards his big hands. <<Will your gods punish you still, if I am the one committing this sin?>> She mewled cupping his hands. Aemond groaned, letting his hands fall and allowing her to grip his hardened length. 
Visenya started to stroke him, up and down. She couldn’t really see what she was doing, with her face pressed on his shoulder, but he could feel the smooth skin of his member, the almost imperceptible movements of his hips, back and forth, his labored breaths. &lt;<Were you thinking of me?>> She asked, the only reply she got was a low moan that sent shivers down her spine. 
&lt;<When we will be married>> Aemond finally said, between groans and moans, she took note of her hands becoming wetter, as did her core, <<I shall shut that mouth of yours with my cock>> she laughed, and willed her hands to move faster.
It didn’t take long for him to finish, which left her with tacky, wet hands, and a wet, needy cunt.
&lt;<When we are married>> Visenya said, reaching the water basin to wash away that annoying feeling from her hands, <<;I shall bite your cock off>> she wondered how terrible it might feel, that wetness, tackiness, not on her fingers but on her inner thigh. It was not something she would love to, Visenya decided.<<We will see>> Whispered Aemond in her ear, right before disappearing in the darkness.
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hello-nichya-here · 1 year
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Pffft in what fucking way radical feminism is about apologizing abuse?? xD
Hun if you have no what you're talking about just don't talk about it, don't embarrass yourself
Glad you asked!
First we have this very thing that you're doing right now, which is shutting down anyone who mentions that radfems can be abusers. Major red flag whenever someone's first reaction to hearing "Someone in your group has been abusive" is to immediately get all defensive and say "NO ONE HERE WOULD EVER!"
Secondly, we have the very thing that made me point out that radfems are abusive as hell. I pointed out that a stupid radfem was insisting that I was being abused because I like kinky stuff, and then had the nerve to go "You deserve to be beaten until you get brain damage." Saying that some people just "deserve" to be mistreated is abuse apologism 101.
And since we're talking about people who "deserve" abuse according to radfems, let's look at the list of women you guys have thrown under the bus:
1 - Women who have been abused by other women. After all, "rape is a male crime" according to you guys.
2 - Women of color. You guys always get hella defensive whenever a non-white woman points out that radfems are often racist as fuck, and pull stuff like basing their list of "how to spot a tranny" on racist shit like literal nazi propaganda posters to help people "spot jews." And let's not forget the large overlap between plenty of radfem groups and white supremacy groups. Oh, sorry, forgot we're not supposed to mention all that so we won't "devide the comunity."
3 - Bisexuals who experienced abuse by a male partner, since we "choose" to associate with men despite having the oppornuity to date just women, like lesbians do (What? That sounds just like incels who are mad women only go to "jerks" instead of "nice guys" like themselves? Impossible! That would mean radfems feel entitled to sex and believe women DON'T get to say no!)
4 - Lesbians that are not "gold star lesbians", aka who have had sex with men at some point. After all, they're inferior since they didn't have stuff figured out right away, or had no choice but to stay in the closet for years and years due to where they live, or, ya know, were raped. Too bad for them, they were touched by man, therefore they're icky.
5 - Asexuals, because you guys will just hate one ANYONE apparently, even someone who just says "I don't really wanna fuck anyone".
6 - Trans women. After all, you guys literally admited that you made up the whole "predatory trans in the bathroom" myth just to have an excuse to hate on them. And let's not forget this also led to shit like radfems trying to spy on other women in the bathroom to "make sure they're really women." After all, trying to see someone naked without their consent is totally what normal, not at all creepy people do.
7 - Kinky women! After all, we are brainwashed by the patriarchy, and need you guys to step in and save us from ourselves, because YOU know what makes US comfortable or not. It's for our own good really. It totally isn't just slut shaming with some pseudo-feminist terms thrown in the middle.
8 - Sex workers. Once again, they need to be saved from themselves - and that rescue includes ignoring them when they say "your way of helping us in dehumanizing, robs us of our agency, and often ends with us being thrown in prison." And lets not forget that some of the anti sex-work laws you guys swear exist to protect victims of human trafficking who were forced into prostitution often end with said victims thrown in prison anyway because surprise surprise, demonizing people for harmless shit makes a target no matter what.
9 - Any woman who doesn't like that you bitches are constantly associating with the alt-right - including the most violently misogynistic members of the bunch - just to get more political allies. Does it ever cross your mind that if THE biggest women-hating scumbags around think you are "one of the good ones" that shows you totally fucking failed to "rebel against the patriarchy"?
And there's also the group that you guys refuse the acknowledge the most! Men who were abused by women. After all, that doesn't work in your fantasy world where men always hold all the power in every situation, and women are always powerless. No way things could be more complicated, even with misogyny still sadly being a thing, no, no. It has to be an Us VS Them.
So, no acknowledging all the times young boys get sexually assault and are mocked for "complaining that they got laid", even when they're minors and their abusers were grown adults. No acknowledging that while women are more likely to be victims to domestic violence, people often refuse to understand that men can also victims of intimate partner violence - even if said partner is a woman. We can talk about abusive fathers, but not abusive mothers. We can talk about how abusive males tend to become cops, but not about how abusive women tend to become nurses.
And, once again, not ever, ever, ever pointing out that radfems are ALWAYS going on about how some people (in this case men) DESERVE to abused. After all, that will totally make it "fair" after all the shit women endured, since THIS is the way to deal with society's problems: you make sure they hurt as many people as possible instead of just your group.
So yeah, you guys are abuse apologists. You always have been. Now either become a decent person or die mad about it, bitch.
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linguistness · 1 year
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💬 Linguistics Challenge 📚 - March
This challenge will teach you the basics of linguistics step-by-step over the course of 12 months.
This month, we'll look at: syntax.
Each month you get a few exercises (depending on how complex the topic is), so you can take breaks in between days or use those days to revise and practice. I’ve put links to all the topics on which i made blog posts, but you’re very welcome to do your own research online.
This challenge is based on what I learned in the first semesters of my linguistic studies at uni, and it’s aimed at giving you a broad introduction and teaching you the most important concepts from several different fields of linguistics.
Throughout the month, you'll get the chance to apply your new knowledge in some exercises and tasks. If you want, you can share your work via reblog with the tag #linguisticschallenge, i'd love to see your contributions :)
Also, feel free to follow me so you won’t miss next month’s challenge!
Inform yourself about the linguistic field of syntax and what it analyses
Inform yourself about what word classes are and what they signify. First off, look at the open word classes.
Now, look at the closed word classes.
Task: find a quote or any random sentence and do an analysis of the word classes. For this, underline open word classes in red, closed blue classes in blue. Underneath each word, write its word class.
Inform yourself about the different types of phrases.
Task: find a quote or any random sentence (could also be the one you used before) and devide the sentence into its phrases by drawing a line inbetween the words. Write the type of the phrase underneath each of these phrase ‘compartments’
Inform yourself about the different clause elements.
Task: find a quote or a random sentence (could also be the one you used before) and circle each clause element. Write the name of the clause element underneath the circle.
Inform yourself about the different clause types.
Task: find a quote or a random sentence (could also be the one you used before) and find out the clause type for each part of the sentence (if its a longer sentence with ‘and’, ‘or’, etc. or a comma, each of these dividers marks a new ‘sentence part’ with its own clause type).
Task: find a new quote or random sentence and make a full syntax analysis. Find out the word classes, phrases, clause elements, and clause types of the sentence and write them down as you did in the tasks above.
If you’re quick or want to learn more, you could check out my linguistics masterpost to see if i made any new posts on this topic after creating this challenge. You could also take a look at these book tips:
Book tips:
Biber, D./Johansson, S./Leech, G./Conrad, S./Finegan, E. “Longman Grammar of Spoken and Written English.” Harlow, Essex: Longman. 1999.
Verspoor, M./Sauter, K. “English Sentence Analysis. An Introductory Course.” Amsterdam: John Benjamins. 2000.
Aarts, B. “English syntax and argumentation.” London: Palgrave Macmillan. 2008.
Aarts, F. G. A. M./Aarts, J. M. “English Syntactic Structures. Functions & Categories in Sentence Analysis.” Oxford: Pergamon Press. 1982.
Burton-Roberts, N. “Analysing sentences.” London: Longman. 1997.
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Next month, we’ll look at the field of semantics.
(Link to last month’s challenge)
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theseretoningoblin · 5 months
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NO DEATH APOC BIRD GUIDE (but fancier)
So first off you gotta train up all your agents, try to get as many full ex as possible. I personally use the save agents mod, (I love my nuggets and I can’t possible part with them ;-;) which allows surviving agents to carry over on day 1 resets.
If you have any agents that aren’t all ex, or have bad armor, don’t have them out.
The best way imo to train Giga chads is to abuse the mirror, use lob points or a good training abno and level up all stats but Justice (if buying) or whatever stat is easy to level up, (if leveling normally) then mirror em and repeat. Build your facility around good gifts and try to not have too many troublesome abnos for your apoc fight. Once you are ready, devide your agents by attack type. Have all your agents stationed in groups in the elevators, (if you have any especially troublesome abnos, I recommend stationing a small group of your best agents near them) and send a fast agent to spam work with the birds until they fuck shit up. Once the fight starts, send groups of agents after the eggs based off of weaknesses
(Try to kill long arms first, that will let you pause time again)
Small beak
HEALS FROM RED DMG
Endures white and pale dmg
Weak to black dmg
Long arms
HEALS FROM PALE DMG
Endures the other three
Big eyes
HEALS FROM BLACK
Weak to white
Endures pale and red
It’s very important that you don’t send an agent that can heal it, hence why deviding by attack type is so important.
Attack an egg when the bird isn’t in the room, watch your other agents to make sure they aren’t gonna die from smn else, and just send everyone out of a room when the bird appears. I think sometimes the eggs don’t all spawn at once, so if you don’t see long arms you may need to kill another egg first.
If you can kill long arms with no casualties, you have basically Alr won. Just continue on carefully and you will kill it easy.
It will probably take you a few times, but it’s honestly not a very hard fight, it just requires good prep and a bit of patience.
@soundsofastar I give thee my knowledge but fancier
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hello! i’ve loved your blog for a really long time, and with the popularity of dungeon meshi, was wondering if you’d be willing to share your thoughts on ryoko kui’s human race system. there’s a range of “human” races of various heights, but more far important than that narratively is if they are “short” or “long lifespan”. there are a mix of both across the shorter and taller races, which made me wonder if it broke your critique of classical fantasy “dwarves” being made a different species bc of their height alone. unfortunately dungeon meshi does use “dwarves” as a race, along with “half foot”, but they also call what we would consider typical humans “tallmen”. what is your opinion on these naming conventions going both ways? i am interested in making diverse fantasy worlds with a variety of species, and have always really valued your insight on these issues. thank you so much for all the work you do!!
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Hello! I'm not familiar with Dungeon Meshi, so I went and found some character design references (as posted above) - and though I can't speak on representation as someone who hasn't seen the anime, this may be the most endearing design of a dwarf I've seen :) Love the button nose and the accurate general proportions - I especially love the desing for the woman LP!
It always raises red flags for me when charaters with dwarfism are culturally devided from "average height"/non disabled folk - specifically when they make dwarfism into a race of beings, rather than something naturally occurring among humans (and thus all fantasy races). It's possible for it to be done with the least amount of objectification, but it's still very othering. Even when, as you've pointed out, they also segregate tall people - dwarfism is a disability that results in active discrimination and access issues, while being above average in height is not treated in the same way.
This anime does look very charming though, I'll have to check it out and see my further thoughts!
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pendragonloki · 1 year
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So i am gonna post alittle here about my worldbuilding so here these are the flames
Flames are a race of people who have become avatars to flame spirits they tend to have bright flame coloured hairs such as firey reds oranges, and yellows, or some rarer ones have blue hair or white hairs and even rarer greens they have an incredible connection to fire magic and theyre eyes often glows the same colour of their hair
Depending on the particular spirit they are the avatar of this can change the apparence of the avatar moth like fur, salamander like skin or feathers like a phoenix
the flames culture they have a deep love for campfire storytelling historically they played the role of story teller and history keeper for prehistory tribes and peoples dancing with the flames of fire and reading prophecies from the sparks and waves of the fires. As civilization sprung up they found they had an affinity for smithing and other heat related arts like glass blowing and baking often this is an individual practice and not truely a cultural thing people gravitate towards because its good money since they don't need pricy forges.
There are a devided between new flames and older family passed down spirits they've got tons of art forms like pottery and burn patterning onto woods often in straight art deco lines to simulate fire
Art by starryai AI please excuse any grammar mistakes or spelling errors
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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version (Prt 3) (prt 1 here) (Prt 2 here)
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Aemond x reader
Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection
Cool devider credits: firefly graphics
🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.
🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.
🔷Wordcount :3464
🔷Warnings: Non apply
TAGLIST: @connorsui @lportes-22 @thisaccountisrandomsstuff @nikkitc0703 @lijeno
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Months have passed since the ball. Yet you still can feel your heart be ripped in two. Aemond has not bothered to come back for you, believing he is somehow doing you a favor by staying away. You wonder if he is doing alright. You should be furious, angry, perhaps take revenge and sleep with other men but….
Part of you knows Aemond too well to even do that. He genuinely believed he did the right thing. The good thing, by leaving and setting you free, so you could become the Queen. But what is a crown over true love? How can you rule over countless people if it is not the man of your dreams by your side, making the horrible choices so worth it, just because you’ll make that choice together? What is the future if you can’t spend it by his side? What is a golden cage if you can live with him in freedom? And why would you care about being Queen, when you could just be the woman he loves? 
Tonight, you all will be interviewed by the press, a common occurrence so the people of Westeros will know you a bit better, perhaps you’ll become someone’s favorite. 
Your make-up team works on your eyeliner, black with silver small tiny glitters. They put gloss on your lips and put your hair up, so the silver necklace around your neck speaks volumes. Baela is already done with her dress, and has taken time to chat with you about Aemond. She has become a close friend of yours in the past months, together with Dyana. You form an alliance with both, against Floris and even Queen Alicent. ‘’He loved me, he said so in his letter.’’ You tell Baela when she asks if Aemond wasn’t playing a fucked up little game. ‘’I’ve seen the man behind the mask when I am near him, Baela. It can’t have been a act.’’
Floris approaches in her black swan feather dress, glancing down at you with great enjoyment of your misery. ‘’Well, Queen Alicent has already said Aemond won’t be coming back from Dorne anytime soon. So, have fun being depressed and disappointed.’’ Alicent likely told Floris that in confidence but Floris takes any chance to make you feel miserable.
Dyana wears a gorgeous red gown and approaches Floris rapidly. She puts her hands on her hips and you and Baela know Dyana has had it with Floris. ‘’Just like your father was when you came in-'’ You see Baela gasp when Dyana opens her mouth, and the last 15 remaining girls listen with their breaths hold in. But you speak up, forcing her to remain calm, grabbing her hand and dragging her back before she can claw out Dyana’s eye.
‘’Don’t stoop to her level, Dy. She is not worth our anger or energy. She craves attention, so she seeks it.’’ Dy nods, before moving back to her chair. Floris scoffs at you three before she and her minions let the tv crew know they are ready.
After watching the other girls excel with their questions, the same questions time after time, you think you are prepared for whatever they may throw at you. You sit down in the comfortable chair, your legs crossed.
The first question is about your first meeting with the prince. The interviewer smiles, but her eyes tell books. ‘’Everyone knows you are a common-born girl. Do you think the reason you are still here is because of favoritism?’’ You first gawk at her, attacked and offended. Until you see the chance to clap back. And you will.
You speak from your heart but you can’t ignore the sting as if you betray Aemond. ‘’Frankly, I believe Prince Jacaerys is quite taken with me, and his opinion matters more than what a small crowd chooses to say about me.’’ 
Her eyebrows rise and this time she is the one who lost her tongue, clearly fumbling over cards to find a good other hostile question. ‘’Do you think you would make a good queen? How would someone as commonborn as you even lead the country?’’
A fair jab, but you are done playing fair. You will come at her with everything you got. ‘’I think us commoners know more about the country than the nobility ever will. We are the ants, carrying the crown. I hope to make life better for all civilians of the Seven Kingdoms, not just the commoners or the nobility. I hope to be a ruler. Not a decoration on a shelf.’’
The woman is seething with rage at your composed sweet answers. ‘’That was my final question.’’ You blink innocently and surprised.
‘’Was it? You seem to have forgotten to ask me the questions you asked all the other girls. Perhaps you need a break.’’ You suggest, sweetly. A few chuckles erupt among the selected.
The interviewer is removed by Lady Aemma before getting a firm talking to off screen. You stand up from the chair and sigh deeply. That went as horrible as could be. The only thing that would have made it worse would be questions about Aemond. You saw her cards, they were on there. Yet she kept from asking. Odd. And someone is working on getting you removed, someone very high up. 
The next major event is the Halloween masquerade. Only 10 girls remain, including you. Jacaerys has been nothing but kind to you, treating you as a true lady whenever you are around him. Floris and four other girls are now under Alicent’s wing. You used to be jealous that she had selected clear favorites. Yet none of that matters. Jacaerys has only eyes for you.
Prince Jacaerys dances with you, under the great chandelier. All those months practicing with the waltzes and dances have finally paid off as you smoothly follow his movements as if you are two body pieces belonging to one soul.
But alas, despite him having you made his favorite, you remain a pawn in a game. And a game has rules, no matter how unfair. Jacaerys ends the dance with a respectful bow before moving to Lady Baela, a sweet kind girl you’ve come to know very well.
You take a glass of champagne, before sitting down on a chair, lost in thought. You’ve been here for months. You miss Aemond, of course you do.
At some point you lost track of Baela and Jace. They must be getting more champagne. A servant loyal to Jacaerys whispers in your ear that you must come to the library. The prince has a surprise for you.
You enter the library not much later. A masked figure stands with his back to you, a black hood covering his hair. ‘’Jace?’’ You ask, before approaching him. Jace does not answer you, instead he grabs you by your hips and drags your body closer until you both collide. Your chin is grabbed and he kisses you fiercely before exhaling deeply, sniffing the perfume on your skin. 
This is improper. You must stop this. Jacaerys and you are not married, this is the selection. This is not fair to the others.
You gasp, as you remove the mask and look into blue eyes, not brown ones. Aemond silently brings his fingers to your lips before slowly bringing his face back to yours. The worst part is, you let him. You welcome him. Your lips find his soft pink lips, gently moving against his lips until the movements become rough as if he is trying to hurt you. ‘’Y/n,’’ he murmurs against your lips, leaving kisses on your skin. ‘’I’m sorry. I honor the traditions, normally. But I can’t stay away from you.’’ He mutters. You kiss his lips again. 
But you look into his eyes. ‘’We’ll make our own traditions.’’ You promise him, hot tears running down your cheeks of pure joy. He kisses you again, much slower and softer as if he wants to savor every moment of this. Aemond murmurs against your lips and you become lost in the passion and the love you feel for one another. You tug at his tie but he shakes his head, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. ‘’I don’t want you to become a secret, or a scandal. I will ask my nephew, and my father for permission.’’ He searches in his pocket for a small rock shaped box and opens the lid, before sinking to one knee and grabbing your hand. Lady Aemma enters the room, holding a smartphone so she can film this wonderful moment as tears sting your eyes.
He is proposing. He is asking you to become his wife. ‘’Lady Y/n, queen of my heart, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my equal, and may I bring you under my protection?’’ A small ring with gold and a clear sapphire smiles at you, and you see dreams and hopes in Aemond’s eyes.
You smile.  You wait for him to stand, and nearly slam the ring out of his hands before you kiss him again. ‘’Yes, yes, a dozens times yes.’’
Aemond grins, picking you up from the ground, spinning you around when kissing you. Lady Aemma makes herself known again, gently clearing her throat, but her eyes are misty with tears. ‘’I’m afraid there is a matter of permission. A royal marriage can only exist with the blessing of the king.’
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The king has been feeling ill lately. He has taken to bed and refuses to leave for anyone. Queen Alicent rules in his stead, as a faithful wife would. You and Aemond rush past ladies, princes, nobles and paparazzi, hand in hand, clearly smitten as your feet go as fast as you can go. Paparazzi quickly turn their camera’s to you both, but all they get is a messy blurry picture, that is how fast you both are walking. Finally, you reach the rooms of the king.
Queen Alicent sits by his bedside, faithfully reading him the newspaper. She turns around when she sees you both, and you drop into a curtsy. ‘’What are you both doing here?’’ She asks.
Aemond clears his throat, before sitting down on his father’s bed. ‘’Father, I’m sorry. I know you told me I should always follow duty, and that the crown requires sacrifice.’’ He did? King Viserys avoids your eyes and you understand he was behind Aemond’s sudden departure. You cross your arms over your chest.
‘’I did.’’ The king confesses, a bit grumpy.
Aemond gestures for you to come closer, so you do. He takes hold of your hands. ‘’But my path to duty led me to Y/N. She makes me feel things I never felt before. She is the love of my life, Father. I know you both sent me away to Dorne to forget her, but I know by now: No one will ever compare or come close to her. She is all I ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If I have to give up my titles, so be it.’’ He declares, firmly. 
Viserys coughs, before smiling at you both. ‘’Aemond, come here my boy. I know I've been a horrible father to you and my other children.’’ You look away, not sure you were meant to hear this.
‘’Yes.’’ Aemond says, agreeing without missing a beat.
Viserys looks at you. ‘’But I'm going to ask you this once, my boy. Do you love that girl?’’ Your heart beats faster and faster and you are afraid it might stop. 
Aemond looks at you when speaking, nodding. ‘’I feel alive when she is with me. Like everything is possible and she makes me whole in ways I used to be broken.’’ Viserys nods.
‘’Then who am I to deny you both? Go, be happy, my boy. You always have been meant for it.’’ Aemond nods, pretending to not tear up, but even you have teary eyes watching this reunion.
This is nice, but there is one other obstacle. Jacaerys. You belonged to his selection. To go with another man is treason. ‘’Jace, of course, I will ask-’’ Aemond is interrupted as the doors open and Jace himself enters with Lady Aemma close behind.
Jacaerys holds up his hands, silencing Aemond. ‘’You don’t have to, Aemond.’’ He turns to the king before speaking. ’I've seen it for myself, Grandsire. Y/n and Aemond are two parts of one soul. We must not keep them separated. They belong to one another.’’
Alicent looks concerned. ‘’But what will the media say?’’ She is right. They have not been kind to you.
Viserys grins. ‘’They can say whatever they like. Y/n will become Aemond's wife,  a princess of house Targaryen. They will learn to mind their tongues over time.’’ You hope so, at least. 
Aemond turns to his mother. ‘’Do I have both your blessings? May we marry?’’ He asks, hopeful. 
Alicent looks you over, and you wonder how much she secretly hates you. She smiles, before touching her son’s forehead, kissing it.  ‘’Your happiness is all that I ever wanted for you, Aemond. Go find it with your wife.’’ And just like that, a nightmare ends and a dream is born. Aemond kisses your lips, not giving a damn about the audience that is present. 
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The first moment with the press is there, the engagement photoshoot. Of course you are afraid, but Aemond makes it all worth it. He is still a bit stiff when it comes to press and attention but you bring out his true wonderful self. You and Prince Aemond hold hands in front of the castle, as multiple press magazines, news channels and photographers from all over the world take in this wonderful moment.
‘’Prince Aemond! "Please look here!"
‘’Duchess Y/n! Is it true you and Prince Aemond bonded over your love for Dornish architecture?"
‘’Yes. We are big nerds."
‘’O, that was improper of me wasn't it?’’ You mutter as the press eagerly writes things down.
Aemond shrugs before whispering in your ear. ‘’You're doing just fine. We kinda are big nerds.’’
You return the smile, taking hold of his face before kissing him. ‘’The biggest.’’ You declare before kissing him. The flashes go crazy the moment your lips lock, and all photographers shut up, taking millions of pictures.
Aemond breaks the kiss, grinning at the press when you blush lost in the moment. ‘’Prince Aemond, what was your first thought when you saw her lady?"
Aemond thinks back and you see many emotions cross his face. ‘’Why don't good things ever happen to me? And it's ironic because…she would become the best thing In my life.’’
One photographer clearly adores that and makes a little strangled ‘’awh’’ sound, causing their colleague to smack them lightly on the arm. ‘’What? They are adorable!’’ He declares, simply before returning to making photos.
You glance at Aemond. ‘’I am simply speaking my truth.’’ He says as if he’s defending himself. 
You grin. ‘’Hmhm.’’
An interviewer of the Targaryen times finally asks a question, having worked up the courage. ‘’Princess-I mean, Duchess…’’ She stumbles and blushes, embarrassed as she looks through her notes nervously.
Aemond smiles, reassuringly. ‘’Princess is fine, Ma’am. She must adjust to her new title somehow.’’ Finally she lets go of her cards, and becomes much more confident because of it.
‘’Princess Y/N. What are the plans for the wedding?’’ Aemond grins, turning his head to you as if he wants to hear it as well.
You smile, painting a picture. ‘’A grand one, in the sept, honoring ancient Targaryen traditions. But also a couple of new ones.’’ You for example would love for Vhagar, Aemond’s cat to wear the rings down the aisle or for your wedding dress to be silver. And so, that happened. 25 october, you and Aemond said your vows for dozens of people to see. And after that, came the honeymoon.
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You finally stand before the statue of Nymeria, the statue you dreamed of seeing since you were old enough to want anything. Aemond is with you, together with your security, hidden and dressed as ordinary tourists. You look at Nymeria’s statue, at a loss for words, that's how beautiful you find it all. 
‘’I can't believe you took me here.’’ You tell Aemond, searching for his hand to hold as tears of happiness roll down your cheeks. 
He gently wipes them away. ‘’I can. You always wanted to see it. And now we can.’’ He tells you, with a smile and a kiss on your lips. ‘’This does mean that you need a new dream, I’m afraid.’’ He jests but you turn his face back to your own.
‘’I don’t need a new dream. You are my new dream.’’
Next year, you all come together for christmas. You and Aemond have brought gifts. The family sits still in gowns and suits, as royals are expected, but their smiles are the same of any other happy family. 
Finally it is your turn to give something to Viserys, the king.
‘’Grandsire, we have a surprise.’’ Aemond looks around the room, and everyone watches as Viserys unwraps his present with the help of Alicent, and reveals two red with silver baby socks.
Rhaenyra gasps, delighted before hiding her giggle. Jacaerys and Baela grab each other’s hand and Helaena grins. Even Aegon seems to understand what this means. His hair has slightly grown back, but he keeps it shorter than usual, he quite liked it.
Yet the king seems at loss for words. ‘’These are a little too small for my feet.’’ Viserys says, taking in the baby socks.
Aemond grins, putting his arms around you. You beam, waiting patiently for Viserys to get the hint.
Alicent jumps up from her chair, gasping. ‘’Oh my gods, she is pregnant!’’ You break into a bright grin as Aemond softly rubs your belly.
Instantly the king smiles, standing up to hug you both. ‘’Oh! My stupid arse thought you bought the wrong size!’’ He is still very fragile, but manages to walk a few inches.
‘’Father.’’ Rhaenyra says with a chuckle.
Daemon, her newest husband, smirks, before coming over as well. Usually he is too cool for things like this, but this time, it's different. ‘’Ah to hell it with, get here you two.’’ He hugs you both. You look at the beautifully decorated christmas tree, and realize that next christmas might look even more beautiful.
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The next Christmas is just like that, beautiful. Baela is now pregnant with her own child, the future heir to the seven Kingdoms. Dyana has been married too, to a friendly sweet woman she met in a coffee shop. She remains one of your closest friends, after the selection and Dyana and Crystina are invited to court, to become your ladies. 
Your son is now born, Prince Daen Targaryen. Aemond and you picked the name together. 
‘’He takes after his father, always with his nose stuck in a book.’’ Prince Viserys comments as you and the young prince look through a picture book he got from his aunt, Aunt Rhaenyra. 
Rhaenyra seems pleased that your son likes her gift and you smile at her. ‘’He likes colorful pictures.’’ 
Rhaenyra nods. ‘’Viserys and Aegon are the same.’’
Aemond talks with his dad, you see them bond more and more, becoming closer. ‘’Do you remember?’’ He asks.  
Viserys almost looks offended. ‘’Of course I do. Your favorite things was to read, to eat cookies and to see the horses.’’ 
Aemond grins, looking at you and your son. ‘’I thought you had forgotten.’’ He confess.
Viserys nearly chokes on his champagne. ‘’Never.’’
You lift Daen from the ground, picking him up and bringing him to Aemond who happily accepts and holds his son. ‘’Look, it’s daddy.’’ You tell your son with a smile. ‘’Say hello to daddy.’’
He grins, hugging your son tightly when rocking him to sleep. ‘’Our little prince.’’ He tells you with a wink. 
You nod. ‘’Our little prince.’’ You have learned a lot in the time of the selection. But the one thing is that your life can change, if you just look past people’s appearances, and past their walls. The most gorgeous crown can be hidden behind a ugly box and the most wonderful story has the dustiest cover. You can’t judge people for the walls they keep around, as everyone has their own stories. But most of all, you learned to fight for things you believe in, and to fight for things you love. 
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A/N.
Thank you so much for reading with me. When i started it idk how many people would even like it and the support was insane. Thank you all so much. I hope you all liked the story as much as I did telling it, in hotd/selection fashion.
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