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FILF (fic I'd like to finish) Friday

*picture me climbing up to the analoge clock above the door and turning time back to when it was still friday*

thank you for the tag @mermaidslabyrinth and @chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct ! I've been skipping all over the timeline for Come Hell Or High Water so here's a little excerpt from the Aeron/Shiera wedding celebrations.

Aeron is speechless as he turns the blade in his hands. He hasn’t even unsheathed it and he can already tell the quality of craftsmanship is beyond anything he would have been able to afford just by the hilt alone. The firelight reflects off the polished steel when he pulls it from the sheath a few inches to inspect the blade. “It’s not valyrian steel”, Laenor says as if it isn’t still the finest sword Aeron had ever touched, “but the next best thing.” “It’s more than that”, Aeron breathes. “Laenor, I cannot accept this. It must have cost a fortune.” “The cost doesn’t matter”, Laenor shakes his head. “It is a wedding gift. We have been working on it since your betrothal was announced.” “We?” For a moment Aeron thinks he means Rhaenyra but then his friend’s eyes turn sad. “Joffrey and me”, Laenor explains. “He spent a week hammering out the details. Nearly drove the blacksmith crazy.” He doesn’t know what to say. Words do not feel like they are enough, nor can they convey the depth of his feelings. So he opts to pull his friend into a hug and Laenor’s arms wrap around him without hesitation. His voice is muffled when he speaks again. “I wish he were here with us.” “Me too.”

tagging (no pressure): @selfproclaimedunicorn, @blankfairy, @rainwingmarvel7, @rottengrowls

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META ASKS:If Your OC Was Canon. BASIC Hedaera: Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character?

Rowan: What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

Aeron: What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

FANDOM Hedaera: What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?

Rowan: What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom?

Aeron: What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?

SHIPPING Hedaera: Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest?

Rowan: How does fandom characterize/mischaracterize your characters ship in fanworks?

Aeron: What do you imagine the most popular ship(s) for your character would be?

META ASKS: If Your OC Was Canon

I might start soundling like a broken record, but holy shit, this took foreverrrrrr. I am so sorry.

Thank you for the ask and the patience.

Hedaera: Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character?

So, there’s no official FC for Daera but the first actress I had pinned as a reference/insp was Rosamund Pike. There has also been an argument made for Rebecca Ferguson and Elle Fanning (particularly in The Great) which I can absolutely see. 

Elle Fanning in The Great would actually work really well for a younger Daera, while the other two fit better for an older, more grounded and calmer Daera.

Rowan: What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

answered here.

Aeron: What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

I think the identity of Aeron’s father might be the most popular thing to theorise about. I touched upon his identity only very vaguely in Come Hell but considering the show lacks the introspective aspect, even that little tidbit of information would be missing and offer a wide range of possibilities. Theories might range from the darker ones that are already made about the parentage of Gael’s bastard to more wholesome stories.

(I will probably go back and edit out that singular vague mention of Aeron’s father in the prologue. Keeping the identity of Aeron’s father a mystery/unconfirmed even to the reader has gotten more appealing to me as I am working on the fic.)

Hedaera: What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?

Among the wider fandom she’d be very divisive, I think. Some would love her, others would hate her/be extremely annoyed by her.

She is messy, pretty vengeful, stubborn and not particularly quiet when she is unhappy (which is a lot) plus she tends to make emotional decisions rather than logical ones and as we all know that’s like a cardinal sin for women. Also, next to someone like Viserys (passive, framed as reasonable and peaceful), Daera would easily be perceived as some nagging, unreasonable fury of a wife.

Those that enjoy characters like Cersei, would also enjoy Daera I think.

Rowan: What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom?

Oh, I just know some people would turn her into a ‘not like other girls’ girl and completely ignore her wish to be more soft and enjoyment of traditionally feminine activities and motherhood.

I can also see her become a metaphorical ‘wicked stepsister’ like Alicent is often painted as ‘wicked stepmother’ to Rhaenyra.

Aeron: What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?

Since Aeron is free with his affection there might be some drama about the validation of his feelings for his SIs. He loves both Shiera and Laenor and I can see people not getting that and accusing him of settling for Shiera because he cannot have Laenor. And then when he and Laenor get together they might accuse him of just discarding his wife.

Hedaera: Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest?

After careful contemplation I have decided it is:

Rowan: How does fandom characterize/mischaracterize your characters ship in fanworks?

I can see people taking the “Rowan is the one who tells the server ‘he asked for no pickles’” thing to the extreme. Like yes, Steffon is shy and reserved and a little awkward but some would blow it out of proportion and almost infantalise him.

Aeron: What do you imagine the most popular ship(s) for your character would be?

#1 would be Aeron/Laenor, hands down. #2 would probably be Aeron/Rhaenyra, and Aeron/Shiera #3 if at all. Shiera and Aeron do have a fun dynamic, but Shiera is a minor character and probably wouldn’t have that much screen time for people to get attached to her and Aeron/Shiera. And even if Rhaenyra/Aeron isn’t canon (as a lasting romantic relationship), she is the major female character of the show and that alone would make their ship leagues more popular.

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i hate it when someone asks me what my favorite work of art is because i can't say "the one of the woman chilling on the rocks with a dragon lying in her lap and giving off powerful big dick energy" but how else am i supposed to describe it

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being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?

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Stopped and went to sleep (begrudgingly) and now I am sitting at work, thinking about how badly I want to go home and finish what I started.

me right now:

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me right now:

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The Jewels in My Crown mini chapter 3

Warnings: a (kinda) spontaneous mental breakdown, stepping on glass, a ripped up nail, a bit of blood, my bad writing again (it just gets worse as I go on in this one 😂)

Fun fact: if you look into a mirror for too long in low lighting your mind will start playing tricks on you... And I am terrible at trying to write it

A song from her playlist 🫴 🎁

A Septa once told her vanity was a slippery slope into self-loathing. She’d been right.

Daeny sat in the now cold bathwater with her arms limp at her sides. Her chambers were silent, except for Butter snoring softly as he slept on her pillows. The sun was beginning to set after a long day of feasting and all that hollow shit.

Today she’d gained her first suitor and lost him in a couple hours.

The Blackwood boy had called her bad luck. He said her favor was a jinx. Honestly she didn’t blame him.

It wasn’t fair. Gods it wasn’t. She tried so damn hard but still no one seemed to want her. And on the rare occasion someone did, they always changed their mind.

It wasn’t fair.

Daeny stood from the bath and stepped onto the fur rug. She pulled on her sleep dress without bothering to dry off then padded over to the bed as she rubbed her face.

Taking a deep breath she looked up from her hands and her gaze landed on her full body mirror and her reflection in it. She looked tired. She looked like a mess. She looked like she could just drop dead.

She crossed the room to the mirror with her eyes locked on her own face. Bare. Almost no one saw her like this. Just a few family members and her hunting party. That was it.

She leaned in. Her nose looked bigger. She had circles under her eyes and no eyebrows. Her cheeks and jaw were soft and undefined. Pale...

But not the kind of pale that made her mother look saintly, or her sister like some fairytale beauty.

No. She looked like a corpse.

She couldn't tell you how long she'd been standing there, unmoving, scrutinizing her face, her hair and her body, but the sun had already set and the only light in the room came from the dying glow in the fireplace behind her.

The face looking back at her didn't seem like her own anymore. It actually did look like a corpse. A drowned corpse. Cold and grey and decaying. Her eyes were different sizes and they were sunk far into her face and--

Oh Gods.

They blinked.

Daeny stepped back, grabbed the edge of the tall mirror with both hands, and shoved. It crashed to the stone floor and glass shattered like ice. Butter jumped and whined.

She backed away, her breath shallow, eyes darting around her chambers. She looked at her dresses, her wigs, her jewelry, her powders and paints.

And her mirrors.

Dozens of them. All staring back. Dozens of eyes. All hers.

She turned in a slow circle her heart pounding in her ears her breath sharp and shallow. Her gaze caught on the mirror above the mantel-- her own eyes staring back.

She froze. Then moved.

She marched over and grabbed the heavy golden frame and hurled it to the floor and it shattered at her feet.

Stepping through the broken glass without a flinch she grabbed her iron fire poker and marched over to her wall of mirrors. Each one was special. Each one was a gift. Each came from a different part of The Seven Kingdoms.

She lifted the poker over her shoulder and swung at the first. Then the next, and the next, and the next. Glass rained down on her like hail in The North.

She dropped the poker and gathered several of her wigs from her shelf and dumped them in the barely there fire. The flames leapt high the moment they touched whatever gods forsaken oils or powders had been used to style them.

She pulled her handheld mirrors from the drawers of her vanity and hurled them at the wall one after another, sharp cracks echoing through the room.

She made her way over to where her Maiden's Day dress was hanging and she yanked it down and began ripping it at the seams.

Stupid dress. Stupid festival. Stupid tornament. Stupid crown. Stupid boy. Stupid bastard. Stupid sister. It was all so fucking stupid.

She couldn't stand any it. Any. Of. It. She hated when people looked at her. She hated when people worded their compliments in ways that stroked her father's ego. She hated how every kind word was always either meant for him or was backhanded. She hated how she was perceived. She hated how people talked about her. She hated her dresses and her wigs and her makeup. She hated her voice and her laugh and her hair and her nails and her face. She hated her hobbies and her friends and her family. She hated how everything that used to make her so happy has left her feeling as if she was suffocating in her own skin.

It wasn't fair. None of it was fair. No one understands. No one listens. No one cares. None of them do. Why would they? They didn't know her. When was the last time any of her house actually knew her? No one bothered to ask. Oh Daeny isn't here? She must be doing her makeup. Oh Daeny wouldn't understand this or that. Oh Daeny gets everything she wants. Oh Daeny only cares about her looks. Oh Daeny--

The dress caught on one of her nails and pulled it up and she paused. She looked at her hand as blood began to stain the blue fabric. She looked down at her feet, cut from the glass and bleeding. So were her arms.

She looked around at the shape of her chambers. So this is what you could get away with in the farthest room in Maegor's Holdfast... The more you know...

She looked at the bed where Butter was whining and she began to feel very guilty. She took a few deep breaths and began to cry.

This wasn't really her, was it? Some mad bitch with no self control? It couldn't be. Surely she'd been possessed, or... or something. She couldn't believe what she'd done to all her pretty things. What was she going to do? She couldn't clean all of this up. She couldn't replace everything without anyone noticing. Maybe Arla could help?

There was a knock at the door. No-- no... Not now...

She looked at the door as it opened.

A soft smile shifted into a look of horror.

“My Gods…”

Daeron had come to say goodnight. Just as he always did. Every night.

Daeny:

Daeron:

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languages that don't distinguish between formal and informal you are missing out on so much petty drama. my grandparents have two neighbours who once got into a huge fight over something honestly pretty trivial, so neighbour A said he was going to revoke neighbour B's du (informal you) privileges. neighbour B was like "okay but can i use du one last time?" and neighbour A was like "yeah go ahead", and neighbour B said "du arschloch" (you asshole). incredible.

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you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

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The Jewels in My Crown mini chapter 2 💙🩵

Warnings: still really short and not at all poeticly written because I think just getting my Daeny thoughts out is better then just keepin' to myself. Oh and a broken arm and some self deprivation but that's all 🤗

A song from her playlist 🫴 🎁

Daeny shot to her feet with a gasp, hands flying to her mouth. Butter, who had been napping, tumbled from her lap and hit the floor of the stands with a soft thud.

Scrawny Ben Blackwood had been knocked clean off his horse. That bastard Daemon didn’t even flinch. You could almost hear the sickening snap of Ben's arm over the clank of his armor as he hit the ground.

Daemon threw his arm up with a shout of victory as the crowd roared around him. He took a slow lap on his horse just basking in it all before his squire handed him the flower crown.

Daeny’s heart jumped into her throat. She slowly sat back into her seat taking quick and shallow breaths as she glanced at everyone else. She prayed no one noticed the nervous sweat gathering on her brow.

Daemon held the crown high as he circled the field, slow and deliberate. He eased to a stop before the royal box.

Daeny held her breath as her heart settled behind her tongue. He looked right at her with a smile and raised the crown.

“Princess Daenerys” he said, voice clear and cruelly sweet "would you accept this crown?”

Daeny slowly looked at Daenerys. Right... Yes... Of course... She leaned back in her seat and clapped with the others, soft and measured, as Daenerys stood from her's with a smile and accepted the crown.

Daeny felt her face burning and she was thankful no one could see it through the white powder she wore. She could feel Butter sit on her feet as she opened her fan and covered the lower part of her face as her bottom lip trembled. Stupid...

Why in the name of the Seven had she ever thought Daemon-- of all her father’s bastards-- not even that-- OF ALL THE MEN IN THE SEVEN DAMN KINGDOMS-- would give her the crown? He hated her just as much as she hated him. It was stupid. She was stupid. Truly.

Why would he even glance her way? Why would he ever consider her?

So stupid. So utterly, BLISTERINGLY stupid!

Why in all the gods' names had she let herself hope? Hope-- fucking hope. So stupid. So RUINOUSLY stupid!

She glanced down at her basket of hardly touched favors and she nudged it under her seat with her foot. Her's and Daenerys' ladies' baskets were empty. Her mother's? empty. Myriah's? empty. Daenerys'? obviously fucking empty. All of them. Empty. Except her's.

She glanced at Daenerys, blinking back tears. It wasn’t even a pretty crown. Ugly thing. Gaudy. The flowers clashed. That rat bastard probably hadn’t even made it himself. Figures.

It looked flimsy, too. Weak. Fitting, really. Not for Daenerys though-- she deserved something pretty. Something delicate. Daeny deserved--

Obviously she didn't even deserve an ugly crown. If she did she would have gotten it.

Six-- now seven-- years. That's how many times she's failed to get that damn crown.

It shouldn’t sting so much. Gods, she was stupid. She should be used to it by now. Most ladies never get it. It’s nothing. It’s FINE!

But now every lady in the royal family had won it. Every single one.

Except her.

Stupid. Just-- just GET OVER IT!!

She stood from her seat, scooped Butter into her arms and made her way down the steps of the royal box. She walked through the maze of knights' tents looking for the Maester’s.

She stepped inside the white tent just as a Maester snapped Ben’s arm back into place. He screamed, biting down on a wooden spoon, while three men held his other limbs down.

Daeny’s stomach flipped. She clutched Butter tighter to her chest and took a few tentative steps toward Ben’s cot.

She’d learn soon enough-- that was a very bad idea.

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@chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct After reading that last Daeny mini chapter, you know I had to do it.

Behold a moodboard for lovely Daeny and Harys Wayn the Riverlands knight who is head over heels for her❤️💙

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it has come to my attention that I never posted this Rowan doodle. so have a rare Rowan in purple.

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🌈 + bbg Daeny

When I think of Daeny, I think of pink and blue 🩵🩷

Blue is 100% her favorite color

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Hey i have never seen the picture of Rowen you used on your "surround yourselfe with your ocs " post. Did you forget to post it here?

Anon, I think you might be right. I think I have forgotten to post that particular doodle of Rowan.

Will be rectifying that as soon as I get home.