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anyone around to do some writing on discord!!

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'i have faced greater foes than this den of vipers.' he had not been raised at court. though he was as silver tongued as any prince could be, he did not truly comprehend the ins and outs that came with life at court. life beside rhaenyra. that, in it's own way was a blessing. these people where strangers. he cared little for their company and even less of their opinions. the bastard prince of essos. that's the title he'd been given but aemon was a targaryen. none could deny that. white haired and purple eyed, some said he was the image of his kate grandsire jaehaerys in his youth. the blood of the dragon was in aemon and both he and his dragon aegarax had pledged their loyalty to rhaenyra. in aemon's case he had also pledged his heart.

'their snide laughs or whispered remarks mean little to me.' and now one had come out and openly disrespected him. court was more subtle in that. insults laced with velvet, wrapped in sweetness, as if that made any difference. it was the way they looked at rhaenyra that made his blood run hot. to disrespect their princess like that. how pathetic they where, 'perhaps they are simply envious.' he declares, wrapping his hand around her palm, 'they will never know our joy. it's rather sad, don't you think?'

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NARROWED GAZE OF LILAC FOCUSED across the table as the laughter grazed her ears and coiled a tension within her veins. the sound did not carry the expected tone of happiness and cheer - it grated the calm of the air in the room, forced a slash of mockery across her thoughts as Rhaenyra looked up to see people leaning in to whisper, to plot, to leer. the princess that had refused three dozen candiates. a spoiled brat of a woman who picked through men like pieces of candy --- or at least, that's how the gossip mill of the Keep made it out to be. none cared about Rhaenyra's feelings, none asked about her wishes or desires. they all cared for naught but another juicy tale to tell over a cup of mead.

"ignore them." the woman's words were soft, lost in the ruckuss of the feast, directed only to the man sitting at her side. "they have no other entertainment that to speak their worst of someone they know nothing about." she pointed out with a roll of lilac eyes before they settled on Aemon. the whispers still cruel, still vile, mocking her for being less than the King praised her to be simply because she did not agree to marry any of the candidates. simply because her heart was taken, spoken for. "the court beloved gossip above all else."

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BRING ME RHAENYRAS FOR THE VELARYON TARG KIDS ESPECIALLY LUKE, AEMMA OR VISENYA!!

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MEGAN FOLLOWS as CATHERINE DE' MEDICI in REIGN (2013 - 2017); S01E05, "A Chill in the Air"

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i got out a couple starters and now i'm off to discord but the muses are still in the mood for some smutty things if anyone is interested !!

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@unbeleveable

aemon had never met the uncle he was named after. in fact, he'd never met any of his mother's siblings. she had fled king's landing for essos and aemon had been born a year later. though his mother talked fondly over her siblings, the looming presence of king jaehaerys i, the grandfather aemon never knew, had always struck a strange sort of fear into his mother. but old king jaehaerys was dead and so was his cousin viserys. a struggle for the crown was being head and though aemon's mother saera had chosen to remain in volantis, aemon and his siblings had come to dragonstone, coming to the aid of rhaenyra targaryen.

'it is good to finally mee you, cousin.' he only knew rhaenys targaryen, the queen who never was, in name only. it was her father that he was named after, 'my mother spoke fondly of you though you would have been just a girl the last she saw you.' he hummed, folding his hands over each other, 'though i must say i wish our first meeting had happened under different circumstances.'

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@realmsworth

'i do not need you to follow my every move.' for the first time in three months, lucerys velaryon was out of bed. for the first month, he had slept. a mind trapt in darkness. not dreaming, not thinking. just black. emptiness. the maester had told his mother that there was a chance he may never wake up. the injuries luke had sustained at storm's end where nearly fatal. no one, not even he himself, had an answer to how he had survived. the fire, the blood less, the brutal waves of shipbreaker bay. only arrax, who had been injured himself, and still flown luke back to dragonstone, had those answers. if only dragon's could speak as plainly as they could.

the false limbs where strange and clunky. he managed with his arm better than he did his leg and was still reliant on two crutches to be able to move around the castle. he didn't get far often before the pain set in and he was ordered back to his chambers to rest. but luke had grown tired of resting. he could no longer bear to be stuck in his chambers, 'has mother ordered you to be my shadowed? i cannot imagine there is another reason that you, the crown prince and her must trusted general, should want to follow your brother around?' he hated it. the way they all watched him. waited for him to break and crumble.

'leave me, jace. i do not need to be coddled.'

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@idanazaldrizes

saera targaryen had seen a ghost. no, not a ghost. her little sister. gael. the winter child, they'd called. a little girl born in the depths of an ice filled year, the thirteenth child born to king jaehaerys and the good queen alysanne. some said thirteen was an unlucky number. perhaps that had been why sweet gael had been doomed to the life she had. it was hard enough to be a woman in this world, much less a targaryen. the blood of the dragon that flowed through them had also condemned them to their fates. targaryen women where birthed in fire then bathed in tragedy.

the last time saera had seen her little sister she had been a girl of twelve. saera had been in essos for eight years, building her own life away from king's landing. but when her beloved elder brother aemon died, saera had come hom. once and only once. it would be the last time she saw most of her siblings. baelon, alyssa, maegelle, daella. all claimed by the stranger and taken home to meet the gods. then gael, sweet gael, had gone too. the letter had devastated saera. that same letter had also brought news of a baby. a little girl with white hair and eyes like her mother.

saera hadn't understood then just how true that was. standing before her now, the elder woan's hands trembled, 'forgive me, child.' not a child, a woman grown but saera's age betrayed her in the moment, 'i was........lost in a memory.' she had not set foot on dragonstone since aemon died. almost forty years. she'd been so young then and in all that time, she had never forgotten any of their faces. not aemons, not baelons, not alyssas, not maegelle, not daellas and certainly not gael's, 'you look so much like your mother.'

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any rhaenys writers !!! i want to do a thread where rhaenys meets my oc aemon (the son of saera targaryen, sister of aemon and aunt of rhaenys)

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'oh, i think baela minds not. she and jace are surely on their way, likely not far behind you.' the second of the velaryon sons laughed as he watched the baby settle into her aunts arms, 'she's perfectly thrilled at having another niece.'

luke leaned against the wall, he was tired. a good kind of tire. he had tended to the babe for hours so that rhaena could sleep uninterupted. lucerys velaryon. a father of four. he never thought he'd make it here.

'parenthood can be funny that way. when rhaena became with child the first time, we knew instantly if he had a girl we'd name her rhaenys, after grandmother. then when the twins came along and they where boys, we had no idea what to name them. it was days after their birth that we decided on vaegon and baelor. then this time, yet again, i knew exactly what to name her.' naming his second daughter after his sister was always something he wanted. for so many years, there hadn't been moments of joy like this.

moments where he could be with his sister, his newborn daughter, and feel truly at peace, 'aerea velaryon. second of her name. what a title to have, and all at less than a day old.'

SHE HAD MOUNTED SEAFYRE AND TOOK TO THE SKIES THE SECOND HIS RAVEN HAD ARRIVED, AN IMPATIENT THRUMMING IN HER BONES. Aerea would always maintain in public that she held no favourites amongst her brothers’ children but it is plain for anyone who knows her well enough that she adores all of Luke’s children more so. (Not that she would ever be cruel enough to make it obvious for the children.)

“Our Rhaena has crafted her perfect double, it seems. Poor Baela has been replaced.” She brushes a careful finger across soft cheeks, admiring her newest niece, taking in her little features with eager eyes. Baela will love her littlest niece as well, of that Aerea has no doubt, but perhaps this will spur her and Jace on to create little daughters of their own to add to the family tree.

“That I can sympathise with. You know I love you and Jace dearly but it was a great relief to no longer be mũna’s only daughter.” And there will always be a special place in her heart for Aemma, the first sister of her blood. For her and Joffrey both, who freed her from her position of youngest, even with all the uncertainty that followed their birth. (She would not trade them for the entire world.)

”My lips are sealed, as always.” She takes her littlest niece in arms, gladly, so precious and oh, so loved for one so small but she deserved no less. She may have no grandfather’s left to spoil her as owed but she is the granddaughter of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and there is nothing Rhaenyra Targaryen would not give for her own.

“Truly, Luke? It is an honor.”

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LUCREZIA BORGIA The Borgias 2.08

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jon snow being so sure that his and ygritte's kid is gonna look just like him regardless of gender only for getha to come out looking just like her mother. don't worry jon we'll give her your laugh.

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Igraine's purple dress in Camelot

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imagine being varrand snow. imagine being this sad pathetic lanky beanpole of a man. can't swordfight for shit and the only reason your asshole of a father hasn't sent you to the wall is because he knows if they find out your mother was a wildling they're gonna beat you up. oh and speaking of your wildling mother everyone looks at you like you don't belong because of this woman you barely even knew before she ran away in the night, leaving you behind and on top of all of that YOU ARE GAY.

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𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 as 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀

The Decameron. episode 1.

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come plot with me while i get through this last hour of working!!

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Charlotte Hope as Catherine of Aragon

The Spanish Princess 2.03