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to speak or to die..
#jacemond#rhalicent#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#aemond targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#hotd#gifset
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“if you don’t love me..why are you still here?”
A/N: Another angsty rhalicent One- shot. Mothers are fighting💔 Felt like this is what their fight would’ve been like a least a lil. love me a good argument between besties 👯
Summary: Rhaenyra finds out about alicent and (Her father) The king and flips out.
Warnings: angst, swear words, arguing, slight slut shamming(heat of the moment), religious ideology, begging, blood, mean rhaenyra(js been betrayed), sad alicent, suicidal ideation
Word Count: 1k
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Rhaenyra knew this would happen. Deep down she knew. She could feel how her once beloved friend was pulling away. How in the months following her mothers death Rhaenyra was left alone not only by her father but also by her friend while they enjoyed each others company uncaring of the betrayal they had been committing.
The princess could feel her heart lighting aflame burning her from the inside; when she had heard of her father’s plan to marry her only friend. The only comfort and solace she’d found during those harsh times now tainted by the knowledge of their betrayal.
She could never look at her the same. Never feel the same. Her heart once filled with love and affection for someone she had considered innocent. Untouched by the ambitions of the iron throne; filled with an intense rage that compelled the princess to flea the counsel room as fast as she her stuttering legs and pacing heart could take her.
She could feel the suffocating sensation of her lungs burning with the need to take in more air. Her skin feeling itchy and damp under the golden dress with red accents she wore. Her eyes were blurry when she arrived to her chambers; Ears muffled only hearing the harsh beating of her heart as she tried to take in as much air as possible.
Loud fast paces following her interrupted her blazing thoughts as the princess turned to find the very person who’s caused it all. Every harsh breath. Every harsh thump of her heart. Every tear that fell. The one she could blame stood before her. “How could you!” She yelled voice vibrating off the stone walls of the red keep.
“Rhaenyra please…” Alicents brown eyes filled with anxious tears while her hands tore as each other drawing blood as she begged her once friend for understanding. For the chance to explain herself. “What! What could you possibly have to say to explain yourself.” The princess gave her no such chance.
“How could you possibly explain how you’ve used me and my position to get what you wanted.” The dragon princess moved closer her red eyes burning with the might of a thousand flames as her chest rose with furious intensity. “Tell me! Tell me how you’ve whored yourself out to my father, while pretending to be my friend using my idiotic heart to get one step closer to the iron throne.”
The hightower lady flinched at the harsh words too stunned to respond as the dragon blew its harsh flames at her, suffocating her with both hurt and hate. The hightower could Only compose herself enough to choke out, “I had no choice, Rhaenyra! Please.” Tears now openly falling from her face as she bit her cracked lips enough to draw blood; the sight only serving to entice the dragon in its attack in need for a taste. If she could not have her love Rhaenyra thought as her gaze saw the red substance pool out. Then she would have her blood.
“I trusted you! I believed you! I loved you; and you’ve betrayed me in the worst of ways.” The princess now yelling as she stepped closer to her only friend watching as she cried and tore at her hands as she’s seen her do thousands of times.
This time her being the cause and instead of feeling guilt the dragon allowed it to fuel the flames inside ready for another strike. She could feel the heat coming from herself especially now during the chilling evenings of spring.
She could feel as the fire inside her begged to be fed. She could feel the flames dance with anger and grief at this betrayal. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She blew her dragon flame; Needing Alicent to feel the same burning flames that were thrust upon her veins burying her alive in the heat. Needing her to feel the same pain caused by the hell they’ve been thrust upon.
“I hate you.” She sneered eyes filled with so much rage as the girl stood across from her bleeding and crying unable to move, breathe, let alone look away as the moment she’d been dreading had been thrust upon her.
Alicent desperate tearing at her hands with tears running down her face felt as though the sky was falling. She could feel it as clear as day. The father is coming for her. To tear her down for this betrayal; deccending from the gods to crush her mortal self as punishment for this injustice.
Alicent threw herself to her knees grasping at any bit of salvation as she could feeling the fabric of her only friend’s dress. Not daring to look up at the shadow that was formed by the princess looming over her. She looked at the material in her hands instead.
Red. she could see the red threads running through the dress creating a new form of dragons on the fabric. Red. She could see her bloodied fingers grasping desperately at what she could no longer call hers. Red. She could feel her knees scraping against the hard stone floors wet with the thick substance of blood. Red. That’s all she saw in the eyes of her old friend red with fury at her actions. “please…please please just let me explain rhae-“ she choked.
“Do not speak my name!” Red blazing fire burned her head to toe, she could feel the flames consume her. “Please princess. I beg of you.” Red. She could feel the blood in her flushed face no doubt snot and tears staining it as she tried to beg for forgiveness with eyes red and panicked.
Looking for anything any semblance of mercy left in the princesses gaze. Only to find nothing there. She could not see the princess she once knew; she only saw a dragon. One with its mouth wide open ready to set aflame and devour anything in its way…..
Alicent was left alone bloodied and on her knees staring up at the blazing sun the shadowy figure had revealed when it left. The soft breeze drying the tears that stained her face as she sat there feeling as though time had stopped and the world had ended. She could not move. Could not breathe. Could not think. All she could do was sit there on her knees and wait for death to finally kiss her. As her old friend once had.
#Spotify#rhaenyra one shot#alicent oneshot#alicentangst#angst#sad ending#angsty#lesbians#rhalicent#rhaelicent#young rhaenyra#hotd alicent#house of the dragon#hotd#hotdangst#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#rhaenyra x alicent#otto hightower#king viserys
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just found out that not everybody is in love with Alicent
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Practice
Rhaenyra x Alicent , Rhaenyra x Daemon
2k words | Complete | Rated M | by AmazingAngie
Summary:
Her friends' laughter was sweet as ever, as she rolled into her husband's side. Her hand rested on his chest and her lips curved into a smile. Why shouldn’t Rhaenyra smile, when she got everything she wanted?
Alicent wiped at her eye, a tear slipping.
She was Queen. Didn’t she get all she wanted, too?
Then why couldn’t she stop wanting her?
Alicent was nervous when she first came to King’s Landing. She was only ten, and leaving behind her friends was scary. She felt sometimes like…they were all she had. Now that her mother was dead, and her father was distant, and her brothers were older. She felt like she was leaving the last part of herself behind and she wasn’t sure how to live without it.
But then she met Rhaenyra.
…
Rhaenyra wasn’t nervous about anything. Rhaenyra walked around the palace as if she owned it — and in a way, she did. She was powerful and smart and pretty, gods, she was so pretty. Alicent knew Targaryen’s were supposed to have a queer sort of beauty that drew you to them. But Alicent hadn’t thought it possible to be drawn in like this. She felt captured, enraptured every time the younger girl spoke or smiled.
Her hair was the color of silver, and shone like the sun. And her eyes were bright and purple and her lips looked soft and they were so pink. Sometimes Alicent would look in the mirror and touch hers, they were thinner and a deeper color than her friends — but she thought, just maybe, they would fit together nicely.
She tried not to think of this often.
For she’d blush at the thought, and look down at her nails — but when she went to pick them, Rhaenyra would take her hands and chastise her. “You can’t play princess if you have bloody fingers!” She said, gently rubbing the raw cuticles with her own fingers.
She pulled her off the bench they sat at, dragging Alicent’s taller form behind her. “I have cream somewhere!” She said, digging around in her vanity when they reached her rooms. She grinned, a brilliant smile when she found what she was looking for. Passing the tin to her friend with a proud look of success, “My Uncle bought it for me! From his travels. It smells like roses. Now we’ll both smell like roses.”
Alicent swallowed, Rhaenyra looked so sincere. So pleased. It made her want to smell like roses, simply because Rhaenyra wanted it too.
She applied the cream that night, and fell asleep with her face pressed into her palm, because it didn’t smell like her, it smelled like Rhaenyra.
She didn’t use the cream every day — she wanted to savor its aroma. But she did stop picking her nails. Because there was little she wanted more than to keep playing princess with Rhaenyra.
…
Playing princess meant she got to wear pretty dresses and crowns. It meant she got to eat good foods and read good books. It was blissful, but whenever she tried to thank the girl she laughed. She said Alicent should thank her Uncle — the Prince, Daemon. For he was the one who showered her with so many gifts that she was able to share.
Alicent just smiled, she hadn’t met the Prince yet. But he must be wonderful, for how highly Rhaenyra spoke of him.
She didn’t think much more of the Prince, not for the next few months. Until the morning she was greeted by an excited Princess. “ Daemon is coming!” She said, grinning, a piece of parchment crushed in her fist.
“He heard of Syrax’ growth! That she is ready to ride! And he is coming to teach me.” Rhaenyra let out a squeal, throwing herself into the seat next to her friend and pulling her close. “I haven’t seen him in ages.” The girl moaned, “I’ve never been so excited for anything before in my life!”
Alicent smiled at this too, though perhaps it was a little less genuine — she couldn’t muster up that level of enthusiasm for anything in life other than perhaps Rhaenyra herself. A feeling pooled in her stomach, one an awful lot like jealousy.
…
She became familiar with that feeling, while Daemon visited. He doted on his niece but did not seem fond of their friendship. He said the Hightower’s colors were green, like a snake, and they slithered where they weren’t wanted. He said her father licked at the King’s ears, spewing venom in the process.
She wanted to cry when she heard him saying such things.
But Rhaenyra giggled, “Uncle you’re silly. Alicent isn’t like that. She is my friend! You always say I cannot be held responsible for the sins of Father, you must not hold hers against her!” She seemed unphased by her uncle’s criticism, but Alicent saw something in the way he looked at her.
She knew the emotion in his eyes well. For she wore it too.
It was one of envy.
…
She saw little of her friend while the prince was present. He seemed to easily take a place by his niece's side, often keeping her from her friends' company. They went hawking, and riding, and dining, and seemed joined at the hip in the months he visited.
Alicent tried not to miss Rhaenyra.
She tried not to wonder if Rhaenyra missed her.
…
Instead, she was merely thankful when Daemon left. When the princess was once again hers. She swallowed the thought, feeling strange and possessive over the girl. She’d never felt that way for her friends back home. Never felt that way for anyone at all.
She had nothing to compare it to. Not until she found the book of poems. Rhaenyra was translating them, something her maester had required. She rolled her eyes when Alicent picked it up, “They are so dumb.” Rhaenyra said.
“Listen to this one” She said before she began reciting.
“This knot thus knit, who shall untwine,
Since we that knit it do agree
To loose not nor slip, but both incline
To love that heart that loveth me?”
She spoke the last words sarcastically. “I can’t imagine feeling that way about anyone. And if I did, why would I question their love? Obviously they would love me too!” Rhaenyra said insistently.
Alicent swallowed.
No, Rhaenyra should never question whether she was loved.
Alicent was beginning to question how she loved her, though.
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The girls she took lessons with spoke of crushes in the years that followed. Often complimenting the looks of Alicent’s brothers, or guards. “They are handsome.” The girls would whisper. It made Alicent’s nose wrinkle. But it was fair after all, for they were her brothers. And her guards! They were like family to her. She would never consider them handsome. If she ever considered that at all, for the Seven frowned upon such things — the value of a person could not be based on their looks and she was a Godly girl, she had to remain true to such things.
But…still, she asked her dearest friend that evening.
“Do you think my brothers are handsome?”
Rhaenyra’s face creased into a displeased frown, making Alicent laugh.
“No.” She said decisively.
“Do you think anyone is handsome?” She asked, a bit surprised when that left the princess thoughtful.
“ I suppose there is my uncle.” She said with a soft smile.
Alicent never smiled when she spoke of her uncle. Not anymore. Not when he had visited a half dozen times, always pushing Alicent aside. She had grown to dislike the prince, even though her father told her to be nice. She thought him cocky and rude and cruel and far from handsome.
She didn’t think his looks could compare to his niece’s, not even close, for Rhaenyra was beautiful.
She thought a lot about her friend's looks, even if that was a sin. But she was so lovely — her pale skin would flush when she was embarrassed, the hue matching the rosy shade of her plush lips. And when she laughed, it was like she was singing, the sound so joyous and musical.
And her hands were so soft, and so was her hair, and sometimes Rhaenyra let her brush it, and she would sneak her fingers through the locks. And she always smelled of dates and roses, sweet and floral and fragrant and so delicious Alicent thought she could subsist off the aroma alone.
There had been a few times, Alicent had stayed over for sleepovers, and they had slept side by side in nothing but shifts. The outline of small breasts visible beneath the cloth, along with long legs that extended beneath. Rhaenyra wasn’t tall, but she was shapely in a way Alicent wasn’t. Surely it was normal to be curious?
Surely it wasn’t wrong that she didn’t look away, when her friend undressed to bathe?
For the first time in a long while, she wanted to pick her nails. Because watching Rhaenyra splash amongst the warm water made her feel warm in an unusual way. Like a nervousness, or buzzing in the pit of her stomach.
It only intensified when Rhaenyra insisted the bath was big enough for her to join her.
As she slipped into the steaming water, she felt hot for an entirely different reason. The slide of her friends bare legs against her own — slippery hands brushing as they passed soaps and oils. She could barely take her eyes off the way Rhaenyra’s breast seemed to float. It made her swallow thickly, made her squirm with how badly she wanted to stroke.
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She felt that way, the following year, when Rhaenyra begged her to practice kissing. “It’s indecent!” She had protested, thinking of her faith, of how two women together was wrong. But Rhaenyra was insistent, “Nothing will come of it! It’s just practice for our husbands.”
Her eyes were so bright, and her lips looked so soft, and Alicent had wondered for so long…
It was Alicent’s first kiss.
She had been right, Rhaenyra’s lips were soft. And her breasts were too, as they pressed against her own small chest when Rhaenyra pushed her to the grass. Her friend was demanding, as a princess, and she demanded much of Alicent’s own lips.
Alicent hadn’t known tongues could be involved in such things.
Rhaenyra’s eyes were bright as she told her of other things tongues could be used for.
Alicent thought a lot about that, late at night.
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It was Rhaenyra’s idea to sneak out to the brothel. She insisted it would be fine, that her father and uncle had done it all the time when they were young. “Don’t you want to see what it’s like? Before you are forced to do it?”
Alicent could never say no to Rhaenyra’s smile. It mattered more to her than even the Seven.
She didn’t say no when Rhaenyra said they should practice there, either.
“With an audience, like there will be on the wedding night.” She whispered, lips brushing her friend's ear. Her lips brushed her neck soon after, and then lower, and lower…
They were both breathless and giggling after, kissing with slick lips amongst the writhing bodies. They escaped after a final kiss, slipping out the door and riding into the night on horseback.
…
In a year's time, Alicent was kissing a different Targaryen.
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She remembered her wedding night very well. The humiliation of it, of knowing her father was behind a screen witnessing it. Knowing that others would see her with the King made it all the more real.
The pale skin under her fingers, and the light hair brushing against her chest. The lips, too rough, too dry against her flesh. But if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine a different set of rosy lips, that had been hot against her own.
If she thought of her, the daughter of the man above her, perhaps it would not be so awful. If she imagined the slip of a feminine form riding her, the tips of plush breasts brushing her own…that almost made her moan. But she held it inside, for fear the name she cried out would not be her husbands.
When it was done, she returned to her rooms — where she slept alone. She used the last dredges of the rose scented cream and slept with the smell of Rhaenyra on her fingertips.
…
She spent a lot of time in the rose garden, after she wed.
…
She found entertainment from great bards and minstrels as queen, but it didn’t replace her friend's laughter.
…
It seemed Rhaenyra had found entertainment without her, too, instead with her uncle.
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She remembered Rhaenyra’s wedding night better than her own. It was burned into the back of her eyelids, for as Queen she had been commanded to witness the act of consummation. She sat still behind the screen, her husband at one side and her father at the other. There was a Septon too.
None of them spoke, as the pair entered, giggling and sweating from a night of dining and dancing. They stripped each other with a level of familiarity that made Alicent swallow, for once she had shared such a thing with the girl before her.
But now she was in the arms of another. In the arms of her uncle. And she looked happy for it, grinning between kisses and laughing as he tore her chemise in his eagerness. Alicent hadn’t been fully nude, for this — her chemise had stayed on, baring only her hips and what lay between to her husband.
But Rhaenyra had little need for shyness. She never had. She had nothing to self conscious of, with her beautiful curves and full breasts. She was all pale skin and pale hair, the color of the moonlight that filtered in from the room's open windows.
Daemon was not dissimilar in coloring, but she still did not see the appeal, not compared to her .
Her stomach hurt as she watched, unable to look away from the sight they made. She watched calloused hands touch what she once had, lips bite at breasts and roaming the smooth plane of her stomach. They went lower, too, and Rhaenyra’s hands clutched her uncle’s own silver hair — moaning and squirming beneath him as he licked at her cunt.
It was all Alicent could hear, aside from the sound of her own breathing. The squelching of her loves quim, and her moans as she begged for more. Rhaenyra grew inpatient, despite her obvious pleasure, pulling at Daemon’s hair until he acquiesced and returned his mouth to her lips.
Her legs parted for him, curling around his waist in a way that seemed natural. Their skin matched, Alicent realized, as Daemon palmed her ass and brought their hips together. There was no pain, no blood, only moans and sounds of flesh when he thrusted.
There was a beauty to them, she had to admit, watching the heave of Rhaenyra’s breasts with each thrust, the way she clawed at her uncle’s back. The way he buried his head in her neck, breathing in the scent of her. Of roses, Alicent knew.
But that was all Alicent knew, for she’d never known such pleasure — not with her own husband, perhaps not ever.
The closest she had come was at the heist of Rhaenyra’s own lips. But watching this now, watching her arch and groan, beneath Daemon, she knew the truth. For Rhaenyra all it had ever been was practice.
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When they were finished, Alicent felt numb. Her nails were bloody. The room smelled like sex, and roses, and the combination made her feel sick.
As did her friends' laughter, sweet as ever, as she rolled into her husband's side. Her hand rested on his chest and her lips curved into a smile. Why shouldn’t she smile, when Rhaenyra got everything she wanted?
Alicent wiped at her eye, a tear slipping.
She was Queen. Didn’t she get all she wanted, too?
Then why couldn’t she stop wanting her?
A03 !
#Rhaenyra Targaryen#Daemon Targaryen#daemyra#fic#a03#romance#fluff#prompt#daemon x Rhaenyra#HOTD#alicent x rhaenyra#rhalicent#angie writes
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i'm so normal about sauce man
#my art#dos2#divinity original sin 2#rhalic#saheila#jace loke#magister loke#flet#idk why my brain latches onto the most random characters#anyway i gave him a mallen streak bc mallen streaks are cool af#i tried to incorporate elements from all the different depictions of him i could find#i kinda also want to draw amadia now but hoooh boy im sleepy
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gay arson wizards? sounds perfect tbh
yeah I'm not kidding about the arson, fires get started very easily-
#my boy looks so done with everything and i do not blame him#having to deal with rhalic in his head constantly must be exhausting
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got tagged by the epic @50sjello and @kiryukazumas to make my fantasy ladies with this picrew! Tyyy !!😚😚
🪻Iris (ffxiv) | xaela smn & dnc | 💖: zenos, haurchefant, fandaniel/hermes
🌼megara (touchstarved)| the unnamed | 💖: leander, ais
🌹anja (bg3) | dwarf (idk which class yet lol) | 💖: raphael 😔😔😔... and mayhap emporer? 😳
🌿cora (dos2) | human, starts off as a enchanter becomes a conjurer/fighter | 💖: rhalic
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SEBILLE: man the gods are such dicks. look at what this cuck tir-cendelius did to me
LOHSE: yeah rhalic just straight up abandoned me lol….. suppose we’re just unworthy of divine clemency!!!!
FANE, A KNOWER, WILFULLY CHOOSING TO SAY JACK AND SHIT:
#speak up you bone lookin ass bitch!!!!!!!#half of this could have been prevented if you just said they were your shitty coworkers!!!!#dos2#.txt
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The Seven Races headcanons
I was bored so let's go
Molten metal doesn't hurt dwarves, they don't have fire immunity per se, but as long as whatever hot they're handling was an ore, it doesn't burn them.
Similiarly, Elves don't get splinters from wood.
Moreover, when elves are very old or soon after they get killed, their skin becomes bark-like. It's not uncommon for the younger kind to grow branches that sprout leaves, usually on the head.
Rhalic's first humans could reproduce with the other races. It was a tactic meant to dissolve the other Gods' control over their own creatures. The rest of the Seven had to re-adjust the designs of their mortals because of that.
Imps are born with a mind of an adult imp. Childhood is a foreign concept to them.
If you're a wizard, your hair either already is or will turn white. No exceptions.
Orc skulls are huge but mostly filled with water and they have surprisingly small brains. Good luck giving them a concussion.
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┈ hello, dear reader! i am here to find someone who also loves roleplaying. all you need to know you will find exactly right here.
┈ i can write in polish, or english. it depends on your preferences. ( my native language is polish ). i have some requirements, but i assure you it’s not that long as you might think it is. look below ;
❛ activity . very important thing for me. we can decide how long and how often we’ll write. ( i’m very active person btw and i would be thankful for person who’s also ).
❛ being nice . i said before that english is not my native language, and some mistakes are inevitable, but hello! i trying my best!!
❛ age . the last point of my requirements list. minimum age threshold is +15. i am older. well, i would like to create dark world, so age would be iportant!
┈ sounds like you? great! as for me i can guarantee a lots of fun, shit - talks, edits, playlists also! i hope someone would be interested. below you’ll find a list with fandoms / genres i would like to write. i am looking for male characters!!
❛ canonical / fandoms .
┈ marvel universe ( mostly winterwidow )
┈ house of the dragon ( mostly daenyra / rhalicent )
┈ game of thrones ( mostly daenerys parrings )
┈ fresh ( 2022 ) i would give my love for someone who wants!!
┈ don’t worry darling ( jalice / balice )
┈ scenes from a marriage ( mira x jonathan or oc )
❛ oc generes and tropes .
┈ generes . thriller / horror / action / romance
┈ tropes . lovers to enemies, dark romance, forbidden love, toxic love, betrayal
#FRESH #MARVEL #GOT #HOD #DON'TWORYDARLING #ROMANCE #THRILLER #HORROR #SCENESFROMAMARRIAGE
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❛ ─ ♡ looking for roleplay﹗
❛ you scared me to d e a t h !!
┈ hello, dear reader! i am here to find someone who also loves roleplaying. all you need to know you will find exactly right here.
┈ i can write in polish, or english. it depends on your preferences. ( my native language is polish ). i have some requirements, but i assure you it’s not that long as you might think it is. look below ;
❛ activity . very important thing for me. we can decide how long and how often we’ll write. ( i’m very active person btw and i would be thankful for person who’s also ).
❛ being nice . i said before that english is not my native language, and some mistakes are inevitable, but hello! i trying my best!!
❛ age . the last point of my requirements list. minimum age threshold is +15. i am older.
┈ sounds like you? great! as for me i can guarantee a lots of fun, shit - talks, edits, playlists also! i hope someone would be interested. below you’ll find a list with fandoms / genres i would like to write. i am looking for male characters!!
❛ canonical / fandoms .
┈ marvel universe ( mostly winterwidow )
┈ house of the dragon ( mostly daenyra / rhalicent )
┈ game of thrones ( mostly daenerys parrings )
┈ fresh ( 2022 ) i would give my love for someone who wants!!
┈ don’t worry darling ( jalice / balice )
┈ scenes from a marriage ( mira x jonathan or oc )
❛ oc generes and tropes .
┈ generes . thriller / horror / action / romance
┈ tropes . lovers to enemies, dark romance, forbidden love, toxic love, betrayal
#roleplay#1x1#canon#oc#marvel#winterwidow#house of the dragon#daenyra#fresh#fresh movie#noa#stevekemp#don't worry darling#alice chambers#jack chambers#scenes from a marriage#mira#jonathan#thriller#horror#action#romance#lovers to enemies#dark romance#forbidden love#toxic love#betrayal
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Guys I’m really sad a fiction that I was really loving to read just revealed itself to be Lucemon and Rhalicent 😢 I just know there will be less and less Daemyra now. And it was so good before the author revealed all this. They say they’ve been so exicited to write it for so long and I’m here like, wish I would have known that from the beginning. Mermaids, Ghosts, and Vigilantes can cheer me up now. We’re safe here 😌
Noo don't be sad nonnie, quite the opposite, there will be more and more Daemyra! The more people we inspire to write their own stories, the more lovely fics we will have to read ❤️ I totally get the disappointment though, I hate getting into a story for it then to take a turn I don't like 🥲 But I promise you are safe here with us darling 💕
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Rhalicent mommies please!!! Their sweet little kitten is turning into a brat
I've combined this with another request. I hope you don't mind! Fulfilled here for you.
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I'm here today to further prove that my Tumblr is becoming a dumping grounds for me to just shout at the dos2 fanbase about Fane 🥲
Idk if I'm blessing or cursing you all but I feel like I ponder that question on a daily basis
#divinity original sin 2#dos2#fane#dos2 fane#dos2 meme#fr tho rivellon savage#rhalic wants me to betray my skeleton bf#to that i say no#screw you rhalic#also narrator when do i get to bathe???
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When you live for eons, you kinda run out of things to do eventually-
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Playing Nameless Isle Act is like to be on an emotional rollercoaster... Sebille killing her old master and teaching you the song, Ifan finally taking his vengeance and killing Alexander, Rhalic’s betrayal, having to fight against companions you abandoned for divinity, all your friends agreeing you deserve to be the next Divine... I can’t...
#dos 2#dos2#divinity original sin 2#sebille#ifan ben mezd#rhalic's betrayal hurt more than i expected#because they share so much in act 2 he even let me suck his source#and taught me new spells ugh#dos2 spoilers
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