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All Things Devour | Chapter 1

Samsa Waters is a bastard. A noble bastard, but a bastard nonetheless. She knows — and her aunt so often reminds her — that if she wants anything in this world of politics, war, and dragons, she’ll have to fight for it. Tooth and claw. Luckily, for a child of House Vesgar — an ancient family of Valyrian bloodmages — neither are in short supply.

Tags: Canon Divergence, Original Character(s), Aemond Targaryen/Original Character(s).

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Period-Typical Attitudes, Misgendering of a Trans Character.

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I'm not really sure where this ride is taking me, nor how soon updates will come, but I've had chapter one of this fic ready for a while now, and I thought, fuck it. Let's do this. I wanna give a quick but huge thank you to everyone who's supported me as I wrote, either through encouragement, feedback, or beta reading! My partner dogboykennedy, my dear friend amarithian, darkwolf76 (everyone go check out her amazing fic, Children of Bone and Blood!), and everyone in the HOTD Hub discord for putting up with my incessant questions! ^^" Note: This is, essentially, an ASOIAF/Resident Evil crossover — if you're the least bit familiar with RE, you'll know — with an OC focus. Prior Resident Evil knowledge definitely not required. There are a few characters in this fic who are transgender, non-binary, or generally gender nonconforming, Samsa being one of them. I use she/her pronouns for her for simplicity. There is also a trans male character who is not always gendered correctly by other characters and, in reference to his daughter, is called 'mother.' Please take careful note if that's something that causes you distress or dysphoria.

The Red Keep reeked of death. When Samsa parted her lips and scented the air, the taste spread across her tongue like melting fat — thick and buttery, cloying in its sweetness. It grew so overwhelming the deeper she and her aunt proceeded within Maegor’s Holdfast, that by the time they reached the king’s chambers, her head was throbbing.

Meat. Fear-scent. Game, spoiled by the chase. Flesh, lost to rot. She had butchered quarry that stunk like this. Deer with fatty liver and rabbits with white-freckled intestines. The illness ruined it all. Samsa eyed the crack beneath King Viserys Targaryen’s door, inhaled the air soaked in sickness and sweetsmoke, and decided then and there that there would be no saving him. Three-and-ten, self-decidedly wise to the ways of life and death and the powers that kept each at bay, she wondered if Alyx’s game was worth playing at all.

The king will die, Samsa had reasoned, clutching the curl of parchment scrawled and sealed by Ser Otto Hightower, Hand of the King. Words not meant for girls named Waters, but she’d read them all the same. Best he does it under the maester’s watch, not ours.

Alyx had only given her a sly smile, the one she’d once shared with Samsa’s father, and told her to start packing her things. Now, she fussed with her hair as if she were still a babe. Even bastards must look their best. Especially bastards.

“Easy, kēlitsos.” Alyx’s deft fingers combed through Samsa’s blond locks, freshly cut at her shoulders. “Nervous, are you?”

“I’m not nervous,” Samsa countered. Perhaps it would have been wise to be. A pair of voices murmuring behind the door pricked her ears. She tried to parse their owners out as Alyx pinned her hair back with a sliver of polished black rib bone. A whisper, hoarse with exhaustion, then a woman’s, firm but coated in worry. Viserys and the queen?

She felt a tug at the back of her head and hissed. “Watch it!”

“Hush,” Alyx tutted. “You won’t do that in front of the king.”

“Do what?”

“Act like a child.” Alyx released Samsa’s hair and circled her, studying her as though she were choosing new tapestries for Arlior Ānogrion’s receiving hall. “Disregard, disobey, or ignore me…”

The voices caught again, harsh whispers. If only she could hear what they were arguing about…

“Stare,” Alyx pressed up at the underside of Samsa’s chin with a sharp finger, “with your mouth agape like a simpering fool.” Her gaze, an indigo as rich as the sky at dusk, was cool and hard. Still, Samsa found her threats harder to take seriously now that Alyx had to look up into her eyes to scold her.

“I would not dream of disrespecting our king, my lady,” Samsa replied, pushing her hand away. “I’m only listening.”

“Listening,” Alyx echoed. “Fine. Yes. Perhaps try not to look so foolish when you do.”

“I’ll behave.” Samsa offered a smile and felt her canine teeth poke her lip. “Perhaps you should have some faith in me.”

“I had faith in your father.” Alyx touched Samsa’s clasp, a bronze pair of prancing chimeras clutching each side of her crimson wool cloak, and straightened it out with a tug. “And we know where he found himself.”

A burning scent pricked Samsa’s nostrils. Her smile faltered. She set back her shoulders and knit her hands behind her back. “Have I been preened to your liking, my lady?”

Alyx smoothed her hands over her own dress; a modest gown of black linen, with red silk peeking from slits in the fabric like blood blossoming from a wound. A light chain belt, smoky Valyrian steel, hung from her waist, and rubies flashed at her ears. “Well enough. There’s only so much I can do.”

  Alyx hadn’t even tried persuading Samsa into a dress. A black doublet with crimson cotton sleeves, embroidered in gold thread at the neck and sharp shoulders, was appropriate for meeting the king and queen, though perhaps not for a young girl. Her long cloak hid the menswear well enough; her dark pants and laced leather boots, not so much.

“How kind of you to say so,” Samsa said, watching as Alyx’s face pinched in resigned displeasure. She took a long, deep breath.

The voices grew louder. Samsa could hear them more clearly now: one man and one woman in disagreement. She let her hands fall to her sides. “The Hand will not be greeting us today.”

“Dāria?”

Samsa nodded. The queen. That was well enough; Alyx had known Alicent as a girl, naught more than a companion to Princess Rhaenyra, before she had ever worn the crown. Still, Alyx ironed out her posture, the lingering folds in her dress.

A moment later, the doors heaved open. A knight of the Kingsguard greeted them. “You may enter.”

“Come. Rȳbās,” her aunt said, urging her with a soft touch to her back. “And do not speak unless spoken to.”

Samsa dipped her head in silent obedience. As she looked back up, she spotted a flash of white at the end of the hallway. Ghostly curls, a pale face. Dark, wide eyes gawked at her from behind the hall’s last column. She reached for Alyx’s sleeve to point them out, but when she blinked, the face was gone. The doors heaved open, and the queen’s voice beckoned.

When all the pleasantries and greetings were said and done, Alyx spread her spidery fingers and slunk them over each pock and crag marring King Viserys’ face. Between the now overwhelming scent of rot and the hard, discomforted looks the queen had been giving her since she set foot in the room, Samsa tried not to grimace.

Alyx hummed, undisturbed by anything but her subject. “These years have not been kind to you, my dear.”

Viserys chuckled hoarsely, and with little joy. “Kinder to you, to be certain. You look as though you were never…”

“I am well. Don’t fret.” Alyx gave a practiced smile. “The gods exact their toll on each of us.”

And some of us have a higher price to pay, Samsa thought. For all the horror it was, the king’s face was a marvel, too. She found herself attempting to peer past Alyx when she blocked her vision, listing each of his possible afflictions in her mind. Sweetrot, yellowgum, wormbone, butterfly fever, brownleg — none seemed to fit. Alyx would comb her for her thoughts afterwards, and she knew to be ready.

“Some of us more than others,” Viserys wheezed. All he seemed to speak in were wheezes and coughs.

“And the pain?”

“It feels as though it grows worse by the day,” he told Alyx. She touched his cheek, gaunter than any man’s Samsa had seen before. The skin was discolored, red with irritation and black with something else. “Some days I can hardly find the strength to eat.”

“That will do you no good, Your Grace. You must try.” Alyx felt down the side of Viserys’ neck, shoulder, and where his arm should have been, ignoring his flinches of pain.

Samsa observed the queen as they spoke. Alicent watched, her body coiled tight like a spring, ready to pounce the moment Alyx pushed too far. They had never been friends, she knew; Alyx had been Aemma’s lady-in-waiting and a guiding voice to Princess Rhaenyra, not Alicent, but Samsa had expected more familiarity and less unease. When Alyx declared she was unsure of the cause of the king’s illness and turned to Alicent to seek her own account, the queen was tense, terse, and gave a smile that convinced no one of her courtesy.

“You’re sure you can help?” she asked, touching the seven-pointed pendant laying across her clavicle.

“Of course,” Alyx answered. “I’ve brought my best. Your maesters have done well, but some things cannot compare to what House Vesgar can offer.” She clasped her hands at her waist and took a step closer, her belt clinking gently against itself. “Still, I should like to meet with the Grand Maester. Orwyle now, is it?” There was a kind of sparkling satisfaction in her eyes — she had never been fond of Mellos, nor Mellos of her.

“Grand Maester Orwyle, yes.” Queen Alicent gave a nod. “I’ll have him visit your chambers once you’re settled.”

“Sooner rather than late,” Alyx said. She looked at Viserys and smiled. “I’d like to start today. If it please you, Your Grace.”

“It would,” The king replied, managing to smile. “Please. We grew up together, my lady. Viserys.”

Alyx nodded deeply. “If his Grace commands.”

They shared a short, gentle laugh as both Samsa and Alicent watched on, silent. For a moment, there was kinship in their frustration, in being nothing more than an outsider. Was she thinking of Aemma, Samsa wondered? The dead queen she had replaced? The familiarity flickered out like a candle the moment she remembered it was the queen that stood beside her, not an equal with jealousy to share.

It could have been hers once. The life Alyx and her father, Albyn, had lived long before she was born. Highborn, companions to dragonriding royalty, living in the shadow of the Iron Throne. Samsa knew she was foolish, immature, petty for thinking so; Alyx had told her as such time and time again. She didn’t even want it, for a creature like her had no place in the Red Keep; not sewing with the princess or sparing with the princes. Yet, the jealousy remained. If only her father had had the decency to wed her mother before having his way...

She’d dreamed of her proper name, her chambers in the Red Keep, of dragonriding; sneaking into the Dragonpit to claim a beast of her own. She had enough Valyrian blood, she thought… But so had her father, and it had hardly done him any good.

The laughter lulled until it was nothing but a buzzing echo in Samsa’s ears. Alyx bowed her head, offering a curtsy to both the king and queen.

“Now, Viserys, Your Grace, if you’ll excuse us…”

“A moment,” Viserys interrupted. He peered past Alyx’s figure and his watery violent eyes met Samsa’s sharp blue ones. “You’ve hidden this one from us for long enough. Albyn’s son, yes?”

“Daughter,” Alicent corrected.

“Daughter,” Viserys echoed. “Yes, yes. My apologies, my girl. Come closer.”

Samsa obeyed, warmed by the attention, and bowed as low as her pride would allow. Alyx touched the small of her back as she passed, a silent warning to behave.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Three-and-ten,” Samsa replied.

“And sprouting like a weed.” Viserys had to crane his neck to look at her properly, and Samsa couldn’t help the smug satisfaction that fluttered in her chest. She could, however, help her smirk. “You look just as your father did at that age.”

Samsa heard it often. Hard-edged with a strong jaw and fierce eyes, she sometimes even gave Alyx a start when turning corners.

Viserys studied her for a long moment. She could only endure as his tired eyes slithered over her frame. Just as the silence became unbearable, he spoke once more. “I was sorry to hear what befell him.” His tongue clicked ever so softly, not in sorrow, but as if he were chiding a dead man. “’Twas a horrible thing.”

“A foolish thing.” Her voice cracked the air into an uneasy silence. Whatever joy she’d taken from the frailty of the man sitting in front of her vanished as quickly as it had taken hold. “You should not mourn my father, Your Grace. Nor my loss. He was a fool, and a thief. He died a fool’s death. There’s no pride in that.”

The stench of the smoke and sulfur that had clung to his black bones was as fresh as the king’s corruption before her. Grief hadn’t found Samsa the night he died, nor any after, but the smell of flesh razed by dragonfire always sought her in her dreams.

Alyx shifted out of the corner of Samsa’s eye, no doubt preparing to berate her as soon as they were alone. She’d spoken out of turn at best, and snapped at the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms at worst. Was Samsa supposed to apologize? Thank him? What good were Viserys’ condolences to a bastard who only knew him by name and sickness? The king flashed her a wavering, pitiful smile.

Samsa set her shoulders back. If he wouldn’t reprimand her, she saw no reason to prostrate herself. “I’m glad to be here, Your Grace. I look forward to seeing you well.”

The next moments flit by in a blur. Alyx apologized, much to Samsa’s chagrin, and attributed her brashness to the long journey and Albyn’s recent death. The trip was naught more than a few days at sea, and her father’s death a year stale, but Samsa knew better than to protest. They hurried out to their assigned chambers shortly after, with promises of attending to Viserys that evening.

Alyx restrained herself from scolding Samsa until they were alone in their chambers. She stood tall while Samsa draped herself over a plush green chaise lounge and studied her fingernails.

“A different king would have taken your tongue for that,” Alyx hissed. Her voice was smooth, rich and deep like dark silk. This was the tone of a ruling lady; the daughter of a Lannister and a Vesgar. The sweet praise and soft my dears she had treated King Viserys to didn’t sound natural from her lips, but these threats did.

“If there was a different king, we wouldn’t be here,” Samsa replied. “How do you take a tongue with only one hand, anyways?”

“I will. If you won’t listen.”

Samsa flicked her gaze up at Alyx. Her threats were not empty, so she kneaded her tongue with her teeth and kept herself from biting back again. She forced herself to speak more softly, but no less begrudged. “I didn’t want to hear him speak of Father any longer. It’s humiliating.”

“It pleases me no more than it does you to hear him trip over his kind words and apologies.” Alyx held her hands at her waist, smoothing her palms together, the soft sound like a hiss in Samsa’s ears. “You’ll hear more of it. You’ll be stared at. Lords your father once knocked into the dirt will give you condolences, then snicker behind your back. If you plan to remain in the Red Keep for long, you’ll face it with dignity.”

“Dignity,” Samsa echoed, incredulous. “There’s no dignity in any of that.”

“Take up your fight with your father’s ashes, Samsa. It’s been a long day, and the next moons will be longer. No more. Not from you. Not from Ser Leon. Not from the king.” Alyx spoke with an edge that told Samsa that she wouldn’t humor the topic any longer. She sighed, fixed her sleeves, and slipped away to the pale balcony affixed to her suite.

Samsa simmered in a few minutes of silence before joining her. They had plans to make, or at least needed to speak about what to do with Viserys. She kept an ear out for the door, wondering when Alicent would send for the Grand Maester, or when her sworn shield, Ser Leon, would come fetch her so they could walk the castle together. The details of their chambers kept her occupied in the interim. Decently sized, not far from Maegor’s Holdfast, and open to the air of one of the castle gardens. They each had their own room, attached by a small bathhouse, adequately decorated and befitting of their station.

When she grew tired of counting the patterns on the wall, and none of the steps beyond their door halted to knock, Samsa pushed herself to her feet and went to Alyx. The sheer curtains brushed against Samsa’s skin as she pushed past, soft and light as a feather, dancing in the warm breeze. Alyx lounged against the parapet, her loosened blonde braid strewn over her shoulder.

“The queen did not seem fond of you.” Samsa joined her aunt in the fresh air, perching herself on the edge of the parapet. “Us,” she corrected after a moment.

“She didn’t,” Alyx conceded. The edge in her voice had blunted from earlier, though she always kept a certain sharpness to her words. She didn't seem as angry as before, or at least had other things on her mind. “I expected as much. This is not the princess. It’s the queen. We only ever spoke in short courtesies when Rhaenyra brought Lady Alicent to see Aemma.”

“Will it be a problem?”

 “I don’t suspect so.” Alyx turned to look at Samsa. The setting sun haloed her in rays of pink and gold. “For all the Hightowers have done, the king brought us here. He’ll not send his oldest friend away so easily.”

“As long as I stay out of trouble, you mean.”

Alyx’s face creased with a hint of impatience. “As long as you stay out of trouble.”

“I hear the eldest prince is a mischievous one,” Samsa said. “Perhaps that’s what I need to get his attention.” She thought back to the face in the hallway, framed by silvery curls. Had it been Prince Aegon, or Aemond? Whichever one, she needed to find him.

“You’ll do no such thing,” Alyx chided. “Be simple, be safe. Keep Leon close.”

“Wherever he may be, enjoying the castle and city without my company...”

“He’ll find his way,” Alyx said. “I sent for him and Luis.”

Leon was older, nearing his twenty-second year, but had not yet grown so insufferable that Samsa dreaded his company. By all accounts his demeanor was a miracle, considering the knight who had mentored him, Ser Jack Connington, was as joyless as they came. He made a good captain-of-the-guard, but had little use otherwise. Leon had been her protector since he’d been knighted, and bearing the name of Waters just like her, she liked to think of him as an elder brother. He was comely, with soft blue eyes that reminded her of a begging dog, and fond of letting Samsa get away with things. She’d spent her last nameday at a tavern by his side, squeezed between the castle blacksmith and kennelmaster.

She didn’t know Luis as well, though he’d been drinking with them too, and a steadfast companion of Leon’s for years. He was another former student of the Citadel, Dornish, and had an easy air about him. With a mind as quick as his smile, he had been Alyx’s first choice to bring to King’s Landing.

Samsa leaned further back, anchoring herself to the parapet by her ankles. The open air yawned at her back while the breeze brushed her cheeks. She scented the clean sea air; salt and flowers, fish and smoke. A touch of pine and sulfur and she could have been home, watching the sun rise over the Gullet from her chambers in Arlior Ānogrion.

Samsa craned her neck, peering across the askew garden and the Sunset Sea beyond. “And… If I come across my mother?”

“Restrain yourself,” Alex said in a flat tone, as if the answer had been obvious. “I don’t need a rogue voice running to Alicent because you grew too eager.”

“You think so highly of him, that he would cry to the queen at first sight.”

“You don’t know him as I did.”

If it were up to you, I wouldn’t know him at all.

Finn. It was hardly a mother’s name, let alone a lady’s, but Samsa liked the way it laid on her tongue. She tasted it each night she laid alone in bed, holding it close, wondering what he looked like, if they had the same nose, or lips, or wide set of the shoulder. He’d left so little of himself in her that Samsa could only guess.

An old maidservant had given the name to her; a witness of what had befallen the poor girl in men’s clothing that Lord Albyn had taken to bed. Alyx had even deigned her his family name when Samsa proudly presented her findings: Flint. The blood of Old Valyria ran thick in her veins, but she took special pleasure in knowing a bit of her came from the North; the barren tundras, the cold, churning waters, the stony seat of Widow’s Watch. She had Bolton in her, too, from her father’s grandmother, but her cousins at the Dreadfort were more distant than the foreign lands across the sea. Finn was a stone’s throw from the very place Samsa sat.

Perhaps he’d stood in these chambers before. Perhaps he’d walked in the garden at her back. Samsa did not want to love him, or his husband Lord Larys Strong, nor the spineless boy their union had produced, but she wanted to see him. Touch him, even. Find a bit of herself in his sharp, Northern face.

“I’ll be courteous,” Samsa promised after a moment of thought, only half lying. “I won’t say I’m his daughter. I’ll greet him as a stranger. He’ll have nothing to fear from me.”

“He’ll recognize you the moment he lays eyes on you.” Alyx pressed her hand against Samsa’s hip, urging her back towards solid ground. She cupped her cheek in her palm. “You have Albyn’s face. It’s sure to terrify him. And fear makes us do very stupid things.” Her gaze softened. “Come down. I’m sure the Grand Maester will be here any moment. Have you given any thought to Viserys?”

“Some.” Samsa slid to her feet. “Sweetrot seems likely,” she said, “but I highly doubt the king has ever been to Sothoryos. The same with wormbone.” The mystery of the king’s ailment piqued her interest, but in the moment, nothing seemed more dull.

“King’s Landing is a trading hub. You don’t think a sailor could have brought it to him?”

A test. “If it’s that contagious, the entire court would be dead.”

“It’s a kind of necrosis, to be certain,” Alyx replied, sauntering back inside with Samsa at her side. “Something that eats at the mind and body but doesn’t kill quickly. We’ll ask Orwyle when the sickness first started, in truth.”

“Do you truly think we can save him?”

“Ziry kaerīnagon?” Alyx suppressed a laugh. “If anyone can, it will be us.”

The Grand Maester appeared at their door as the sun sank into the sea. Orwyle was a slight man, his small frame shrouded in heavy grey robes, with a thick book pressed under a thin arm. Samsa studied his chain with curious delight as Alyx bid him entry, picking out what metals she could: copper, lead, iron, tin. One link was darker still, laced with pale smokey waves: Valyrian steel. In Arlior Ānogrion, they kept no maester, but plenty would-be initiates and disgraced scholars found solace within their walls. Her father had met his closest friend at the Citadel before their curiosity had them both expelled.

Samsa still dipped her head out of respect, greeting him by title. He in turn named her lady. She wondered if the Alicent would call her the same. Alyx took his hand like he were an old friend and gave him her best smile. More honeyed words. More undeserved idolatry.

Samsa moved to take her leave.

Liquid High Valyrian rang in Samsa’s ears. “And where do you think you’re going?” Alyx had paused her greeting to catch her red handed, going for her sword. She excused herself from Orwyle to pull Samsa aside.

“Jokorigon,” she replied. To explore. “And find Ser Leon.”

“It would serve you best to remain here.”

It would serve you, you mean. As intriguing as the king’s sickness was, Samsa would have plenty of time to study his ailment for the time they were in King’s Landing. Far more interesting was the Red Keep itself, the secrets she could pry from its stone, and the pale-haired prince who had watched her from afar. Her mother, too, if she could find him — but no doubt Finn had heard of her and Alyx’s arrival and had already hidden away like a frightened mouse.

“I’ll be back in the blink of an eye,” Samsa promised. “Before the king’s first session tonight.”

“Before supper,” Alyx replied, insistent on the privacy of their ancestor’s tongue. “I suspect Viserys will invite us to his evening meal.”

“Us, or you?”

“Us. You’re my heir, whether he and the queen like it or not. Not my petulant uncle.” Alyx straightened out Samsa’s dress again, tucking stray strands of blond behind her ear. “Change your clothing before supper as well. The king’s children may be there.”

Samsa smiled, subdued, then nodded. “I understand, my lady.” If luck served her, she’d find at least one of them before they dined. If not, well… She’d have to make her best impression at the table.

“If you find Luis with Leon, send him our way.” Alyx cast a glance towards Orwyle. “Walk in stride, kēlitsos.”

Samsa nodded again, took her sword from amongst her things, and gave her polite goodbyes to the Grand Maester. The castle’s evening sigh met her as she left her apartments; scents of yeast and baking bread, spiced wine and roasting meat. She affixed Chimera’s Claw to her belt, grateful that she was now tall enough for it, and set down the hallway. The weight of the blade at her hip brought a special comfort, like a buck growing back its antlers after shedding season.

Distantly, she heard Alyx speaking to Orwyle, petering into silence the further her feet carried her. “Three-and-ten,” she said, “and she thinks she knows everything…”

Her feet carried her to a junction in the castle. Samsa cast her gaze down one hallway and up another, eyeing the burning daylight through window slats carved in the shapes of fire-breathing dragons. She had some time, but not much. Despite the wealth of time Alyx had promised her to do her work, Samsa felt a heat blooming in her chest, restlessness prickling in her legs. There were moons to make nice with princes and lordlings and whoever was brave enough to come her way — but it did not feel that way. This was her chance to earn her name, her proper name, and she had no desire to waste the precious time she had been given. The sooner the realm knew her as the future of House Vesgar, the sooner the stinging humiliation of her father’s death would burn away.

With a hand around the grip of the Claw, thumb tracing the empty eye sockets of the lion’s head pommel, Samsa shut her eyes, took a scent-filled breath, and listened.

She’d tracked rabbits and shadowcats, brought down great stags and gutted them herself; she’d not let one little prince squirm out of her grasp.

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PLEASE tell us all about rhaelor omgomg

OH MY GOD ❗️i’m so excited to talk about my mellow marshmallow ❗️❗️❗️

rhaelor is the youngest child of alicent and viserys, born almost a year after daeron (so they’re basically irish twins 🫶).

appearance: he’s very tall (almost as tall as aemond), with long, lanky limbs, prominent wrist and hip bones, and LOTS of freckles (i headcanon hightowers to be super freckled so he got it from his mom!!! let me be delulu in peace). he has excessively long hair (he has refused haircuts ever since he learned how to speak), more white than usual targaryen gold-silver, with a few streaks of pale ginger (because i thought it would be funny for him not to have the perfect targ look). alicent is the only one to notice his eye colour is exactly the same as rhaenyra’s, probably because she’s a massive dyke (same alicent, same).

personality/skills: rhaelor’s very sensitive and a massive mommy’s boy. he’s charming, well versed in court pleasantries and a gigantic gossip, which is probably why despite his dramatic nature, he’s so popular amongst the ladies at court (he’s like their token little gay boy but in a slay way). rhaelor is very into traditionally feminine things, adores all stuff soft, expensive and shiny. he LOVES art, being an excellent harpist, singer and lace maker. he’s TERRIBLE when it comes to combat though, hopeless with a sword and barely passable with the bow and arrow. he tends to be quite lazy and avoidant when it comes to anything that does not interest him, preferring to lounge around, engage in his hobbies and blabber to any poor soul who’s in his closest vicinity. he’s uninterested in serious politics and princely duties, actively choosing to stay naive and ignorant. he’d probably do better as a pampered courtesan than a son of the king and if not for alicent, who knows? maybe he would have ended up leaving and becoming saera 2.0.

relationships: so as i mentioned, rhaelor LOVES alicent so fucking much! refusing to ever leave her side for long, to the point where when daeron gets sent away to oldtown, he is allowed to stay in king’s landing. he hates to see her sad and sometimes spends hours upon hours playing and singing music to her. although rhaelor can be as frustrating of a son as aegon, i think alicent does have a soft spot for her flamboyant little creature.

when it comes to his siblings, rhaelor is quite fond of all of them but it’s aegon who he has the best relationship with. they bond over silly gossip, nasty pranks and wine (oh yeah, rhaelor’s a massive drunk as well, the „YAS GIRL LET’S PARTY” type to aegon’s „I’M GONNA FUCKING K1LL MYSELF IN 3 2 1”). aegon and rhaelor have three brain cells combined, which results in a lot of stupidity (and headache for their poor servants).

aemond finds rhaelor annoying, a bit pathetic even, but rhaelor has that magical way of wrapping him around his finger anyways. maybe because he can be so helpless at times and aemond is Targtowers’ Guard Dog Deluxe. they have a funny relationship, full of bickering and little digs at each other, finding common language in aemond’s love for history and rhaelor’s of art.

helaena baffles rhaelor and the stupid lad does NOT know how to interact with her whatsoever. he’s probably a bit jealous of her being a girl because, well, what is a targaryen without a little gender envy 🫡 they do share some sweet moments though, long hours of helaena working on her embroidery and rhaelor on his lace (probably yapping like crazy that boy does NOT shut the fuck up)

and daeron, while they don’t have much in common with each other, they’re so close in age that they just naturally get along well. daeron is very lenient with rhaelor, finding his freespirited, spoiled behaviour rather adorable and harmless. rhaelor thinks of daeron very highly, often talking praises of him (only half to annoy his other older brothers).

rhaenyra though? they barely have a relationship because he’s so much younger than her. he does not acknowledge her as the true queen solely because he loves aegon so much, he’s stupid as fuck when it comes to politics (and logical thinking lmao).

miscellaneous: rhaelor enjoys cross dressing, finding women’s fashion much more “darling and superb” than men’s. he takes great care of his skin and hair. especially hair, only one servant is allowed to touch it because he’s so particular about the way it’s treated. he hates meat, having a great compassion for animals, and rarely eats it. it gives very much “white woman putting animal lives over human” energy though because he does NOT acknowledge smallfolk as real, breathing, feeling beings. he DOES have a dragon, a slender pale-gold thing called stardust. stardust gets injured early in life, though, stunting her growth and making her unable to fly for longer periods of time. rhaelor LOVES her, think of an old lady and the cat she’s owned for like 18 years. that’s rhaelor and stardust energy.

[mermaidslabyrinth]

Hiiiii! This is a super random question, but I’m very curious since you have Dunk & Egg era ocs (who I love) in addition to Rhagerys. Do you have/plan on creating any OCs for the main asoiaf/show era?

Thank you so much for the ask.

I actually do have an OC for that time period. He's mostly just a picture, a word document, and a vague pinterest board (mostly memes). I created him about the same as Rhagerys. But Rhagerys stole my heart and I concentrated on him way more.

I answered an ask around a month ago about him: Mordryn Lore

I have a tag that I use every so often with him as well: Mordryn Ambrowest

I will add these two tidbits that I didn't have in the original ask:

He's the youngest of 7 children (3 older brothers and 3 older sisters). He stands to inherit nothing. So he was allowed to pretty much be raised like “a free range chicken”. To come and go as he pleased.

Lancel Lannister was the absolute love of Mordryn's life. His first love. That when they parted it broke Mordryn in a way and he would never fully recover. Especially upon hearing that he died in the explosion of the Sept.

Here's little bits of how his story would have gone below the cut:

Mordryn is 17/18 (End of Season 1 Beginning of Season 2)

Mordryn is sent to King’s Landing in the year 298 AC to swear fealty for his house, House Ambrowest, to the now King Joffrey.

While there he ingrains himself with the court.

Joffrey starts to enjoy Mordryn’s company and insists that he stay as long as possible.

Mordryn is 18 (Season 2)

Mordryn enters a tourney taking place for Joffrey’s 17th Name Day.

He wins by knocking the other knight off of his horse, where the knight’s leg is crushed under the weight of the horse.

Mordryn laughs at the result. Which catches Joffrey’s attention.

Mordryn becomes quite good friends with King Joffrey. They’re one year apart. Mordryn indulges Joffrey’s sadistic side. Mordryn could care less what the King does. Enjoying it to some extent. Some whisper that Joffrey corrupted him. Others that Mordryn corrupted Joffrey.

Mordryn doesn’t torture or make Sansa Stark feel uneasy at any time.

Mordryn is even able to get Joffrey to curb some of his wants to harass Sansa.

Mordryn has quite the soft spot for the girl.

While Mordryn is at King’s Landing he does his best to keep Sansa safe.

Joffrey keeps Mordryn around him a lot more than Mordryn thought he would.

Albeit Sandor Clegane is usually trailing the two.

They spend most meals together. Joffrey bounces off ideas of Mordryn. From the benign to outrageous to the down right morbid.

As time goes on, Mordryn is able to get Joffrey to curb certain ideas that could potentially hurt other nobles. Especially Sansa Stark.

While at King’s Landing, Lancel Lannister catches Mordryn’s eye.

Mordryn entices Lancel in ways the Queen is unable to (such as kindness, actually listening to him, compliments, etc).

They start a secret tryst.

As time goes on Mordryn comes to truly care for Lancel. As Lancel does for Mordryn.

Mordryn fights in the Battle of Blackwater.

Mordryn sees Lancel get shot by an arrow and rushes to his side.

Mordryn gets Lancel to the safety behind the walls.

As Mordryn does so, Lancel runs off. He knows Lancel is going to the Queen.

Mordryn returns to the battlefield.

He sees Sandor Clegane freeze up at the sight of fire. He watches Sandor walk back to the wall. Mordryn is present when Sandor curses Joffrey and leaves.

Lancel shows back up.

Lancel is there to fetch Joffrey, take him to safety.

Tyrion tried to dissuade Joffrey from leaving.

Mordryn interjects that the safety of the King is quite important but in the end it is the King’s decision. Whatever he chooses, Mordryn will respect it. Mordryn states he’ll fight fiercely beside Joffrey or brutally in Joffrey’s name.

Joffrey commands Mordryn to to the latter. No survivors. Mordryn smiles cruelly, bows, and says “As you wish.”

Mordryn is 18/19 (Season 2-3)

After the Battle of Blackwater, Lancel goes home to recover.

Mordryn and Lancel exchange coded letters through ravens.

Mordryn visits Lancel in his home land for a month.

Mordryn can feel how Lancel is beginning to change. He is becoming more religious.

Mordryn tells Lancel he respects his decision, but it means they can't be together anymore.

Before Mordryn leaves, he tells Lancel that he loves him. Lancel hesitates but tells Mordryn he loves him back.

Lancel says what they have just wasn't meant to last in this lifetime. So Mordryn tells Lancel in the next life they'll be together.

Mordryn leaves after the month, never to see Lancel again.

The correspondents become less and less until Lancel’s last letter tells Mordryn how much he’ll miss him now that he’s become a disciple of the Great Sparrow.

Mordryn didn’t write back. Mostly out of spite at Lancel turning away from him and embracing religion.

It was something he came to regret upon hearing about Lancel's death.

Mordryn is 19 (Season 3)

Margery Tyrell comes into Joffrey’s life. Mordryn and Joffrey see less and less of each other. But just enough for Joffrey to scratch the sadistic itch he has. He knows Mordryn will encourage him.

Mordryn has a quick tryst with Loras. The sex was good but there was no connection between the two. It was the last time that Mordryn would see Loras alive.

Mordryn steers clear of the Royal family the majority of the time. Tywin Lannister makes him quite uneasy. Mordryn did request to return to his family home. But Joffrey just can’t let him go quite yet.

Mordryn witnesses Tyrion and Sansa’s wedding.

The next day Mordryn is tasked by Tywin Lannister to seek out Sandor Clegane. Rumors persisted that he was seen somewhere in the Riverlands heading northeast. Mordryn reluctantly accepts the job. Mordryn left King’s Landing. He never saw Joffery again. Joffery died by poisoning less than two weeks later. Mordryn wouldn’t be back to King's Landing for about 6 years.

Mordryn is 19/20 (Seasons 3-4)

Mordryn locates Sandor Clegane with Arya Stark.

Mordryn states he was tasked by the Hand of the King, Tywin Lannister, with finding Sandor and to bring him back to King’s Landing to face charges for abandoning his post and desertion.

Before Sandor could fight Mordryn raised his hands in a sign of surrender. Mordryn stated that “Tywin sent me on this errand but he didn’t say when I had to return”. Mordryn wasn’t in a hurry.

Instead Mordryn joined up with Sandor and Arya. Joking every once in a while that this was just a long way back to King’s Landing or that once they got rid of Arya,

Mordryn would finish his task and make Sandor surrender.

Mordryn is 19-22 (Seasons 4-6)

Mordryn takes a healing Sandor to his home on Island Uriaul. They stay there the next two years. With Joffrey dead, Tywin Lannister dead, no one knew about or cared about Mordryn’s task he was assigned or thought about where he went off to.

As time goes on and Sandor heals something between Mordryn and him start to develop. It leads to a sexual relationship. Mordryn and Sandor has carved out a little relationship on Island Uriaul.

That's all I had figured out. I did write down that he and Sandor join the Longest Night fight. That they go to King's Landing. But it's quite vague. I just knew that at the end I wanted Mordryn to be with someone he would “be on his knees for”. Someone that could “keep in in line”. Someone that saw his flaws and would be like "I would love him most ardently regardless". That was Sansa (as well as Sandor). So, Mordryn went from someone that would have faded into obscurity to becoming King Consort of the North.

[queenvhagar]

Honestly, I don't really know how show runners feel about how they adapted this series, like it really hurts me as a fan because that was one of the interesting parts of Targ history and at the same time, while GRRM does have his bias, still F&B still shows you that nope, but sides are wrong in this and people suffered, especially the smallfolk.

I don't even want to compare because it would be unfair, but whenever I see bad adaptations, I am reminded of one of my favorite anime/Light novels. It's called 86 and like the adaptation, animation, CGI, the music, the story? 💯 (I'm not trying to promote it or anything, but if you already are an anime fan or if you are willing to watch mecha, then this one is so fkng worth it to watch)

I don't know if I remembered it correctly, but I think the animation staff also added some original scenes, but still stayed true to the story and characters and even with production issues because it was released during covid, they were so dedicated that when the anime was paused for a while, it returned after 86 days and the whole run was 486 days.. like you know for 86. The author even cried with how good the novels were adapted. But how about these big name companies?

It's either they just treat adaptations as another profit making thing without regard to the fans (and have the gall to be angry if criticized) or they make it a biased fan service but make all characters OOC and change the whole damn story (like if I wanted fan service, that's where fanfiction should come). Sad to say but great adaptations are so hard to find these days.

Well, I've dropped the show since Episode 3 and I have no high hopes for Dunk and Egg. 🤷‍♀️

Very true very true. HBO sees it as a money maker. Ryan Condal and Sarah Hess think they can improve upon the existing story by adding OCs, removing essential characters, changing entire characterizations and plots, ignoring in-universe logic, and pushing a surface level 2017 read of white feminism. GRRM's intentions to explore the history and portray a gray conflict with gray sides died when he gave HBO adaptation rights to his work and all he can do is blog vaguely about his disappointment while still not finishing the book series he started 30 years ago...

Disappointments abound for ASOIAF book fans who actually care about the stories, the characters, the world, the themes. It's so over and it feels like this is what the universe is telling us:

[siravalondulac]

xiii. lady come to heal

meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

asoiaf ff | jon snow x fem!oc

summary: jon needs help bandaging his hand word count: 821 warnings: none

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Maester Aemon had given Jon a paste and bandages and told him to reapply both every evening. What the blind man hadn’t considered, however, was how difficult this would be with only one hand. Especially if the other hand still hurt like shit every time he moved it. He couldn’t even open the container the paste was kept in.

He cursed under his breath, wishing he had a table to do this on.

A knock sounded from the door. He cursed again.

He pressed his right arm to his chest and walked over, opening the door and preparing to curse out whoever stood on the other side.

“Hey,” he breathed out instead when he saw Elle. She had her hair braided back again.

“Hey,” she answered with a smile. “I hope I am not interrupting anything.”

“No, I am just struggling with my stupid hand. Does Mormont want anything from me?”

Jon didn’t know Elle was able to blush. “No, I just wanted to see you.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know how to react.

“I could help you with your hand. If you want me to stay, that is.”

“Yes, of course.” He stepped aside, allowing for Elle to enter.

Jon awkwardly sat down in his place against the wall again. Elle sat down across from him. She looked so elegant doing it, he wondered if that was something she learned in Dorne or something she could just do because she was a princess.

“What shall I help you with?”

“Well.” Jon coughed. “Aemon told me to apply this paste and then bandage up my hand again, which isn’t that easy with only one working hand.”

“Good thing you have me now,” she said with a smirk.

Elle opened the glass jar without much trouble and put it down beside her. When she cupped his hand with hers, a shiver went down his back and he involuntarily closed his fingers around it. She looked at him with a question.

“Your hand is so cold,” he said in almost wonder. Then he reminded himself who they both were. “It calms the burn.”

“Oh. I suppose I have spent too much time up here.” She laughed quietly.

Elle started spreading the paste over his palm and Jon’s thoughts led him to places he very much did not want them to be. So he tried to find something to distract them with.

“So, uh, do you still speak Braavosi?”

She laughed, her fingers trailing up his arm. He hoped she didn’t realise how tense he had become.

“Barely. Oberyn tried to have me take lessons, but I was not interested. It is not a time of my life I look back on fondly.”

“What do you remember?”

“Just phrases here and there. Mi potrebbe aiutare per favore would be one. Or No, non gli ho rubato.” She smirked. “Ti amo più della vita stessa.”

They fell into silence again. While Elle started bandaging his hand, Jon realised how close they sat. She had her left leg on his side, the other one lying crossed on the floor, pressed against his. She was leaning forward, making their faces almost touch.

“There,” she said quietly. “All done.”

Jon couldn’t say anything as she looked up, her blue eyes as close as never before. He could feel her breath on his lips, his eyes darting down momentarily before quickly returning to meet her gaze. Neither of them moved.

When he could almost feel her lips on his, just a hair's breadth away, the fingers of his right hand twitched.

Elle jolted back as if awoken from a trance.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she mumbled as she jumped up and moved multiple steps back.

Jon quickly climbed to his feet after her. He felt every beat of his heart in his chest.

“Don't be,” he said, desperate. “It was me, it was my-”

“No, no,” Elle interceded. She looked panicked. “It was not you.”

She quickly walked towards the door.

He ran after her. “No, wait! We can-”

“Once again, I am so sorry about this. I swear it will not happen again.”

With a slam of the door, Elle vanished into the tower's dark stairwell.

Jon leant against the rotten wooden boards and cursed himself.

Of course Elle did not see him that way. Of course a princess would never want to be with a bastard. Of course he had-

Oh. Oh.

Oh no.

He had fallen in love with Elle. Him. A brother of the Night’s Watch had fallen in love with a princess of the realm.

Jon sank to his knees.

And the thing was - he had known. Had known he loved her for days, without ever admitting it to himself. And now that he finally was admitting it to himself, it was too late. He had already sworn his vows. There was no turning back now.

A tear fell down his cheek.

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author's note: great thanks to my friend for the italian, and especially for not questioning what i could possibly need it for

[fineosaur]

questions for writers

thanks @catb-fics for the tag xx this was fun

What's one story you've written, you're the most proud of?

definitely everything of my heart. it’s currently a 50k word wip that i haven’t posted yet. a stark peaky blinder au that is a sequel to a fic i posted a few years ago called the burning spider.

What's one story you wished you had expanded on, or spent more time writing?

i don’t actually have any fics where i feel this way about. because i think ive given each project the time they needed/deserved.

but if i ever had to expand/rewrite a fic i would love to re write my old crack fic — help!, that kind of set me on a different path with my writing that im happy about.

What's your favourite trope of all time?

hands down, friends to lovers. especially best friends to lovers. i think a good majority of my fics and ships have the trope somewhere there.

If you could be the main character in one of your stories, what one would it be?

hmm i don’t think i’d want to be in any of my stories. i have a bad habit of making my main characters rather miserable and i think ive had enough misery to last a lifetime.

Do you think you'll ever stop writing for the fandom you're currently most active in?

i actually don’t know. i can never say never but after 7 years of writing asoiaf fic, i can say im still not bored. maybe someday ill find a different hobby but not now. even if the fandom dies out. at this point its just me and yana reading my fics so nothing will change.

You've been given a book deal. What story are you publishing from your collection?

either we both coincide or watch me wary (unposted). both are about self discovery and since the main characters are rickon, lyanna and a bunch of OCs, it just feels the most mine.

Top writing tip for others?

this is a hard one because i do think there’s a lot of nuance when it comes to writing. but i recently (quite late unfortunately) discovered the true power of planning. it’s tedious but does wonders.

and like em said, writing for yourself is a big one. i think writing for yourself is what makes writing enjoyable and genuine. if you allow other people to affect your writing, it just sucks the fun out of it.

when i started writing for myself, it really changed my writing drastically for the better.

as for tags, i’m gonna tag a few of my lovelies:

now that @yanak324 is back on tumblr i can subject her to this.

@stompandhollar & @brewsterispunkk my beloved angels i can’t wait to see your answers.

@salty-wench , @sneetchstar , @evax3 , @go-catch-a-chickn , @nalgenewhore , @greeneyedwildthing

[popeheyward]

Big Ol' Fic/Writers Rec

disclaimer before we start: mind the tags of any fic you read or consider reading!! and please be respectful of all these authors <3

disclaimer part 2: im going to tag the different fandoms i've mentioned but will try to be specific so im not filling every secondary tag on tumblr! love you, also long post ahead uwu

tospreadthewingsofthesoul most of what i've read of theirs is DCU related but all their works are super good uwu ^^

intermundia star wars writer w/ such fun and engaging fics!! love love love them <3

himboskywalker also a SW writer for the most part <33 i want to read all their fics for the first time again!!

sanerontheinside SW part 3.......you know the drill............amazing fics + smut

sarahbeniel mostly marvel w/ a smattering of witcher. absolutely all of their works are incredible, though Meet Me At Sunset specifically has a soft-spot in my heart!!!

dordean someone im v lucky to have spoken with!! super sweet, super talented, i want to be them when i grow up, etc so on and so forth ^^ main fandom ive read from them is the witcher, but as is the case w/ all of these writers, any of their fics/fandoms are bound to be stunning <33

elizzablue their asoiaf works are primarily what i've read. winter came (with fire and blood) is one of the most stunningly beautiful fics i've ever come across. personally not a big fan of jonerys (bc im not the biggest fan of jon. im sorry + please don't hate me jon fans + if you love him you're so valid and im smooching you) but elizza makes it work. if you want a realistic yet still mostly happy ending for all GOT characters (especially daenerys) this fic is for you!! they have other works in other fandoms if asoiaf isn't for you, so you could always check those out too if you're interested!

lady_ragnell lovely lovely writer, whose fics I've read are primarily in the vikings tv show fandom <3 1000000/10 <33

underragingwaves (captain killy) also a vikings tv enjoyer, though writes for different characters than ragnell! has some x reader + OC works that are chefs kiss c:

ReganX also an asoiaf writer. forewarned specifically is an absolute perfect fic that i could read over and over <33

adlyb writes mostly for the vampire diaries/the originals universe. long fics that i want to physically injest!!

BlueKiwi another asoiaf writer whose fics are just brilliantly captivating! i am barking like a rabid dog btw c:

IMPoSTRSYNDRM writes for the twilight fandom!! some of the most incredibly detailed fics. so incredible in fact, i had to google how to spell "incredibly" because i was salivating over their writing!

Beckala the fics i've currently read myself are all from marvel but they have other fandoms they've written for if marvel isn't your style! they have such a good balance of humor + seriousness in their dialogue. it's just a joy to read <33

[zenkindoflove]

Halloo, I have a few questions for the weather ask game!

Snow

Fog

Sun

Tornado

Wildfire

Landslide

Volcanic Eruption

Hurricane

❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?

In fanfic, I think probably either Beron or Rory Vanserra - the 5th brother. I have only included Beron in a few scenes in my fics and when I do, I lean into him having a lot of control by not saying much and withholding what he is thinking in scenes. I wrote a more extended ficlet from Rory's POV in Blood Brothers (chapter 2). Rory is loosely based on Sandor Clegane from ASOIAF and he is sort of an automaton of enacting violence under Beron's orders who otherwise is a sort of stoic, empty shell of a person as he struggles a lot with where he belongs and what he truly desires.

In original writing for my current project it is the mother of my two main characters. Queen Dierdre. She is a big political player in the plot and has a lot riding on the choices she makes and she has an amazing poker face.

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

For my original writing I think it is between the supernatural plot and the romance plots I'm building. I really like what I'm going to do with this world when it comes to magic and it's going to be heavily based in a lot of philosophies around magick and the idea that gods are uncaring and amoral. I'm leaning into a lot of horror movie tropes and blending them in with this fantasy world. And then for the romance plots I am just writing what I love. Types of characters, dynamics, and tropes that are all inspired by ships I've had in the past.

🌫 Fog - What was the hardest part of your WIP to write?

Answered here

🌪 Tornado - Who is your most impulsive character and why?

Alexius is pretty impulsive. He makes a lot of split second decisions especially when danger is afoot. I mean you gotta be pretty impulsive to jump off the tower of a building instead of letting someone capture or kill you 😂. Often when I'm writing Alexius in peril, I lead with his impulsivity and bravery. And then of course when it comes to matters if the heart Alexius just says whatever is in his head most of the time which often catches Eris off guard. In my original writing project, the first introduction to Alexius is him jumping in front of an injured horse that is about to trample his LI Foster to death and diverting the horse away to save Foster's life.

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

It would be easy to answer Alexius since people are most familiar with him - but I'm going to actually shout out another OC of mine and talk about his mother Eleni. In Pull Me in Deeper there are a few scenes with her and she is basically distraught the whole time over her baby boy. Alexius is her only child and she is fierce and protective of him, ready to fight anyone who she thinks has harmed him (including Eris). She feels very deeply (a trait Alexius got from her), and when Alexius is upset, she is upset and she makes it her mission to find out why, even kicking her cousin, Helion, out of her house because he won't tell her what mission he sent Alexius on. Eleni married a fae, Fili, much below her station because she loved him passionately and was willing to give up the privileges that being in the royal family offered her. I fucking love her. ❤️

🏝 Hurricane - Do you often stick to one WIP and finish it, then move on, or do you bounce between WIPs?

One and done, baby. I have bounced around before but I don't do very well with it. And when I do it one usually holds more of my attention. I really like to lock in though maybe I'll experiment with juggling more.

🪨 Landslide - Which WIP has the most worldbuilding?

My original writing definitely. I'm an idiot and basically am leaning into my ASOIAF roots and making a really big world with lots of characters and families and regions and political structures and a different magic system and just - it's too much 😂. I'm overwhelmed but I'm up for the challenge.

🌋 Volcanic Eruption - What's your biggest flaw as a writer?

Letting distractions pull me away from writing. I really need to just hide my phone and turn off the WiFi on my computer these days to focus. I also am working on finding more confidence in original writing because right now I feel very imposter-y about my stuff and as I am writing I'm letting the negative/critical voice talk too much. I'm also trying to work harder on needing less external validation and finding more internal rewards. I don't really have any style/process ones to share because I think both are very unique to each individual and I feel really confident in what works for me. So in that respect I think a "flaw" is just the parts of writing I haven't tried yet are unexplored.

Weather WIP Ask Game

[wulfricwashere]

How would your OCs react to you (their significant other/spouse) being injured/sick? I love all of your OCs, especially ASOIAF and DMC 🩵

I love all these questions about my OC's

Balaevon "Von" Waters - You're sick? Well you can't leave his side. It's been more commonly proven that your illnesses will go away the more you're near him, has something to do with his birth. So stay in bed, with him laying on top of you to keep you warm. You're getting too cold. You're injured? He doesn't like it. It makes him sneer as if burned. He wishes he could do something to help, but he keeps an eye on it and changes your bandages if the wound requires it.

Maelyx Targaryen - You're sick? Bedridden, even? Well, he abandons all princely duties to sit at your side whilst you're on bedrest and to read to you. Also makes sure you're getting proper care. Same goes for injuries. He's just more firm with the maesters.

Maelesys Targaryen - You're sick? Or injured? She tells you that you're being a child and to deal with it. But you might notice that you have the best maesters available in the Riverlands... don't question it. If you were injured by another person, you might notice that the courtyard of your home has begun to stink like charred flesh. And that Beleraxes seems less hungry than he usually is.

Vaeyx Targaryen - Lays in bed with you, kisses your head and reads to you. Doesn't matter if you're sick. Not to him. Although he is definitely concerned, given how many illnesses take the people of Westeros everyday. That's why he makes sure to spend every waking minute with you, and loving you. He doesn't want the illness to take you from him, but especially if he isn't around. If you're injured, he will do everything in his power to make it better.

Taemond Targaryen - You're sick? Gross. He doesn't want to catch it. So he passes you off to maesters and leaves you to it. But he does check up on you... by having a servant ask the maesters about your status, and then the servant reports back to him. You're injured? Well, he doesn't care all that much. But he isn't as bad as he is when you're sick. (He originally wasn't this bad of a guy in his lore, but the more I write about him, the more I want him to be a snobby, bratty asshole.)

Wulfric Targaryen - If you're sick and bedridden, he sneaks you desserts that he isn't quite supposed to have his hands on. Vaeyx notices, he always does, but he lets Wulfric get away with it, because he knows Wulfric is doing it for you. Wulfric also tells you all the gossip and stories he can think of. But if Wulfric stays in one place for too long, his energy builds up and he's all over the place, so it's best the shoo him off before it happens. He is deeply upset if you've been injured by someone else, and can be heard arguing with Vaeyx because he wants to do something about it, but Vaeyx knows it's a bad idea.

Vhaemys Targaryen - She doesn't outwardly show it, emotion-wise, but she is quite concerned. She always wants to be the one to administer medicines to you, and she has them tested by someone else first. To make sure they haven't been tampered with. If you're injured, she often sits and stares at the injury. She looks like she isn't paying attention, but she is. She just can't stop worrying about an infection.

Rhagaevor Targaryen - You're sick? Well, consider this horndog to be very disappointed because he can't feel you against him. But don't worry, he understands. Your health comes WAYYYY before his cock. Rhagaevor knows that. So he spends his days getting you both drunk as he talks about all the stupid shit he got Aeryion to do, and how Vaegor won't get off his back. If you're simply injured, however, he knows a better use for his mouth than talking. And he knows it'll distract you from the pain. Unless you say no, of course.

Vaegor Targaryen - If you're sick, Vaegor is worried. But he practically shits his pants when Rhagaevor, of all people, VERY SERIOUSLY, offers his condolences. Rhagaevor typically would taunt him about your illness. But instead he offered him his condolences? Well now Vaegor thinks you're going to die. And as suprising as it may seem, Rhagaevor actually did mean well. He's just seen so many people die to illnesses. If you're injured, he'll offer you a massage anytime you need it.

Aeryion Targaryen - TERRIFIED. He tries to act like he isn't, and tries to keep a strong look to him, but his eyes are so puffy and red, it isn't hard to tell that he's been crying. He overthinks and makes himself paranoid, and then sobs like his conjured paranoia is a reality. Both illness and injury are fatal sometimes, he just can't help it! He also cuddles with you and holds you extra tight... cough on him if you wish. Just don't die. Please?

Vysessa Targaryen - Sick, or injured? Well, she is usually the one getting pampered, but she'll be pampering you for as long as needed to make sure you're happy and comfortable.

Kruegar Bolton - If you're sick, he refuses to be near you. But don't mistake it for disgust. He actually does want to be near you, craves it. But he can't. Because he could very easily catch it. And he wouldn't survive. No matter how minimal. An injury, however? He's not leaving your side, and even uses the herbal paste meant for his own non-healing wounds, for yours. It's okay. It'll keep you moving, and without pain. He doesn't mind, even if he needs it for himself everyday of his life. If a person causes your injury, you might find him cleaning a dagger the next morning. How odd. Kruegar doesn't usually need to clean his knives....

Warreck Bolton - He isn't too worried about a little cough. Sure, you still got a maester to keep an eye on your sickness, but Warreck doesn't treat you any different. If you're injured, it's a much different story. You will NOT be leaving your bedchambers. And don't be suprised if he comes back to you one night drenched in blood and almost ballistic. But this only applies if another person has injured you.

Solomon Bolton - Gives you the best maesters possible. But shows little care. Aside from a few croons of false sympathy. Doesn't matter if you're sick or injured. He acts all the same. But I'm sure you can convince him if you cry hard enough.

Ravette Bolton - She's practically chewed her fingers from nail to knuckle with paranoia. What if isn't a sickness, and you've been poisoned? She's poisoned people before! She's seen similar symptoms! She forces you to stay in bed. She'll tie you down if it comes to it. If you're injured, have no worries, she'll just make you some of the herbal paste she makes her uncle Kruegar to soothe his injuries. I'd feel bad for the person who might have hurt you, if only they knew what was coming to them.

Adam Eburnus - Makes you all kinds of foods, and suprisingly, they do seem to help clear up your sickness. Adam is more focused on getting you healthy rather than ill, yes, but he seems avoidant when you ask him who taught him it all. It doesn't matter. If you're injured, he's tending to the wound himself, no issue. Unless you want to go to the hospital/need to. He'll take you there too.

Victor Eburnus - Honestly.... Victor's never gotten sick in his life. So he doesn't know what to do. Other than call his father and ask for advice, although he vaguely recalls his father never getting ill either... but he does know his father has taken care of sick people before. Adam's always willing to help Victor. If you're injured he completely stops taking jobs until it heals. You'll need his assistance, he's sure.

Seleucus - Whether you're sick, or injured, Seleucus is practically non-existent in your life. But he has his reasons. You see, Seleucus has noticed that his presence seems to have a negative impact on people when they are sick/hurt. So out of worry for you, he disappears until you're better.

Leontiy Nikolaev - Sick? He's never taken medicine for sickness, never could afford it, and neither Perseus nor Adler provided it fof him. He doesn't know which one is best... he bought all of them. Tell him what you need and be exact, he's started struggling with memories lately (If you've become spouses, that is.) So he'll forget if you don't tell him everything about the medicine to a T. As for injuries, he does much better with those than with sickness. He's wrapped his own, clean his own, and applied ointments to his own. You're in good hands.

Evgeniya Novikova - Unlike Leontiy, she's great with medicines. But she treats it more like a chore. Don't worry, however. Ever since Adler got his hands on her, chores are fun. Although much like Leontiy, she excells with treating injuries.

Sydney - She's doing her best to get you the medicine/medical care you need, if you're on earth, she struggles with money, but will throw away life savings to help you. If you're on the Tulpar with her, she is more than relieved that Anya is there.

Lukas Weaver - Shrugs it off. And slowly starts slipping his blood into both drinks and food. If you're a vampire you won't get ill or injured, so....

[alicentsultana]

hehehe thank uuuu, I'm very much a sucker for modern aus 🤭 I did make one up for one of my asoiaf ocs (if you want to hear about it I'd be happy to share) I don't think I can write it all out by myself honestly but I could co-author/come up with ideas if you or anyone ever wants.

Random Lore that's all over the place so please bear with me:

I feel like the Targaryen business is like something in steal? (Valyrian steal lol) And they have heavy political influence? Are somewhat fallen royalty? Kinda hc that basically every asoiaf region is modern au is independent and not conquered, individually used to have royal families then revolutions happened, now there are elections and vice-presidents for ever region, rather than absolute monarchy. (The latest VP for the crownlands is Lyonel Strong)

Old grandpa Jaehaerys was a raging misogynist, and he didn't want Rhaenys to become the new head of the fam so he gave Viserys 80% of company shares, 10% for Daemon and gave Rhaenys the remaining 10% percent. The Velaryon's own a shipping business and the Arryns have an airport business.

Between managing the company, being sick and playing with his legos Viserys doesn't have a lot of time overall. He neglected bby Rhaenyra, as in didn't spend much time with her and mostly left things to Aemma because she's the woman and that's her job (fuck u Viserys) then Aemma dies and he sorta overindulges Rhaenyra as in let's her do whatever she wants and gives into any demands she has, and trys to spend some time with her because he's guilty af about Aemma.

After marrying Alicent he basically dose what he did before Aemma died, leaving everything the childrearing to Alicent because she's a woman sooo 🤡 stars neglecting Rhaenyra and just doing whatever he did, this is also a reason why Rhaenyra comes to mislike Alicent, since belives that it's all the evil stepmoms fault that her dad is ignoring her again, this if fuled by Daemion too who hates Otto and Alicent's guts since a new wife means there could be boys and he's gonna get even less of the company shares.

Alicent dose try to be a good Stepmom (In my head Alicent's mom Clarice Florent, and she died a year after Gwayne was born so Alicent was about 8 herself when it all happened, she understands what Rhaenyra is going through and doesn't hold it against her) Alicent shows up/ plans every important event in Rhaenyra's life (school events, dance competitions, plans birthdays...) and eventually Rhaenyra somewhat warms up to Alicent and her half-siblings, but I feel like there would still be a somewhat resentment because watching Alicent give birth to baby boys something that her own mom had died for ... Yea Rhaenyra is complicated but I love her.

Meanwhile Daemon is being Daemon lol he's the cool uncle to Rhaenyra who's travelling the world and pops by occasionally to cause a ruckus then bounce off (I hc modern!daemon being a racer/nepo baby who gets into scandals left, right and centre) also him and Rhea Royce had an old money/arranged sorta marriage and then divorced after Jaehaerys dies.

Okay so I picture Alicent as someone who's been sheltered to an extent especially in regards to her sexualities, gets taught the standard things (a woman's greatest joy in life is being a mom, a woman must save herself for her marriage, a woman must be obedient towards her husband...) and Otto especially encourages all of that. collage stars at? Idk we don't have college in our education system it's straight to uni after highschool lol. Either way picture Alicent is a first year in university at 18, she's so excited to make friends and do new things, Otto somewhat indulges that and let's her be.

Then Viserys comes along, Alicent who's not yet finished her first year catches his attention at sunday church. He goes to Otto and basically asks for Alicent's hand in marriage to which Otto says yes, because this is a great opportunity for the family to social climb.

I feel like Alicent has mixed feelings about it when Otto tells her, on one hand she has to leave her studies, and barely realized dreams to marry a man years her senior, on another hand isn't this what woman have to do? Isn't this all that her father and religion have taught her? Her own parents got married straight out of highschool so it's the right thing to do isn't it? But what about bet dreams? Is she even ready to be a mom? What dose it mean to be a wife? Will her new husband be kind to her?

And her mixed feelings about it all makes it easy for Otto to push her forward in the direction he wants, he also moves to KL with Alicent after her marriage just to ... Help her fit into the new role of wife and mother (he just wants to control her and social climb lol)

Years later when Alicent is planning for her divorce:

Otto: he's a good man Alicent!

Alicent: why didn't you marry him then!

Otto: ...

I think Viserys genuinely wouldn't care all that much what happens to his kids with Alicent... Plus I feel like at that point he's also dealing with his sickness too and seeing as Alicent is so determined to get a divorce he just goes along with things. As for company shares he gives majority to Rhaenyra (basically made a will after Aemma dies that almost everything will go to Rhaenyra) after marrying Alicent he gave her 5% shares as a wedding gift of sorts, as for their four kids... He gave them 20% to divide between eachother equally. So Rhaenyra still has 55% which wins her majority, this is also Alicent's motivation for divorce she thinks it's absolutely unfair for her kids to each get 5% shares and Rhaenyra to get 55%.

Picture Alicent finding Viserys's will in the safe and going crazy lmaooo she's like wtf I've spent years in this hell and now this... then she argued with Viserys and tell him either he changes the will or they're getting a divorce.

I love Alicole too! (the knight and his queen can't get anymore romantic than that tbh) I actually picture Criston getting fired by Rhaenyra, something about how she asks him to sleep with her on her 18th birthday and he says no, but paparazzi take weird photos of them and that pissed Viserys off so he fires Criston. I think Alicent would be against it she's known Criston for years and he doesn't seem the type to be unprofessional so she vouched for him but Viserys didn't listen.

But yea getting fired by the Targaryen's left a bad stain of Criston's flawless record and he couldn't get hired as a bodyguard anymore 😔 Alicent heard about it and arranged a job for him at Oldtown as a security guard in the Hightower University. This boosted Criston's good impression of Alicent, since she helped him in his hour of need. But I don't think anything happened between them during Alicent's marriage (she's too much of a religious girly to cheat no matter how miserable her life is) it's only after she divorced and moves to Oldtown that she truly gets to know Criston and they bond, he also helps her with the kids and overall everything becomes a constant in her/the kids lives.

Throwing in uncle Gwayne in here because I feel like he'd be so sad for his sister, nephews and niece. And then sees Criston around and gets all protective because one man already fucked up Alicent's life he's not about to let another one do the same, but then ends up getting to know Criston and becomes best buddies with him lol. Also picture Gwayne who's a teen being the only one who didn't want Alicent to marry Viserys and leave Oldtown, since she's more of a mother to him in all honesty given how he was barley a year old when Clarice dies.

Rip this got so long lol I'm sorry.

Please share you md about your oc, I would love to hear about it!

Gosh I really might invite you to write it with me, I'm seriously considering it! Loved this entire au.

The targ background is on point, it makes sense being a steal company + political presence, power and royal roots. Very consistent.

Jaehaerys would 100% do this, I didn't even bat an eye. Daemon as nepobaby doing rich people sport is so him, I can see him racing and raging if he ever loses, his divorce was the fastest ever, it happened two days after grandpa's demise.

The Targs and the other families going Samsung Circle* is so real, I loved it. "Fly Today With Arryn Airlines 🦅✈"

Daemon would 100% undermine nyra's relationship with alicent, it's a very him thing.

I too picture Ali as sheltered, her mother's death played part on it too. We don't have college here either, so straight to uni! Her uneasiness would be used by Otto, he has a chance in a lot of money (wait until he discovers about it).

I like to think that at some point between Aegon being around six, and before Daeron pops out Alicent start to become more smart inside her household like well no one is actually paying much attention to me, might as well snoop around. Maybe after her father says or points something out about the children's inheritance/their future and she grows suspicious about what is really to their name - she have a vague idea about it. Alicent have her four, Rhaenyra turn eighteen and has her first scandal that Alicent tries to cover with the best of her abilities, Nyra tells her off as if it was her fault and Criston loses his job and Alicent helps him under the wraps after he tells her what really happened.

Aegon turns nine and Alicent has enough proof of having wasted her life, not much to fight for, already traumatized and rather lonely depressed children. Bad family examples, bad family relationships, is RVDR playing family and them in the corner as a separate thing, she has had enough. I like to think she goes around the red mansion opening financial book after book, vault after vault and boom, she calls 0-800-10-Larys Strong, provides paper after paper, including the recently diagnosis of her husband, and when everything is practically ready she goes to Viserys, if he splits everything equally to the children good, if not, he can rot in hell.

I pictured she looked at her children and said "Let's see what they are made off" and just put the baby in her hip, placed them in a car and left. "Mom where are we going?" "Somewhere we will be happy."

Aegon probably understood it better than his siblings who wanted to go home, because this new house is smaller and where are the servants? Though it probably took a toll on his mental health, he only started therapy in late teen years, after his uncle and criston realize he's alcoholic. He helped his mother raise the children at first but it made his relationship with her very fragile and distant, I believe he likes Criston because he's good with his siblings and mother.

Aemond and Helaena probably learned to accept it, but turned out a little better than Aegon, a lot of therapy for them too. They liked the guy that picked them after school.

Daeron was a baby, this is the life he knew since 1 yo. He was the one who turned out mostly okay. He doesn't know who Viserys is.

I wonder what Alicent does for a living, I doubt Viserys would pay her anything beyond two cents for food.

There's also something I would love to see: Rhaenyra's eventual visit. I think Aegon goes what is she doing here? And Alicent just drive them away while they talk. But what would they talk about? Rhaenyra have her convictions but those are her half-siblings, Viserys is going old and sicker, he never asked to see any of them, she thought Alicent placed a restriction, but she discovered that wasn't the case.

Uncle Gwayne would 100% be team no new in-law, Criston would have a lot to prove.

[cerseiwexler]

5, 10 and 21 for the OC ask game? <3

i’ll talk about my lannister oc, myrei!

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

it definitely leans more toward aesthetics. it helps that her aesthetic taste is pretty in line with what makes sense for her life. past her childhood/adolescence, she spends most time in dorne so there’s plenty of occasion to break out the lightweight, silky, bright dresses she prefers, and king’s landing which gives her access to premium dressmakers w/ trade connections all over, for specialty fabrics and adornments etc. but yeah she’s pretty frivolous when it comes to fashion, and i say this with the utmost affection… she’s just a bit of a maximalist ok!

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

oh baby does she ever! always dripping in that lannister gold, yk. she wears a lot of rings and necklaces, and also enjoys various hair ornaments. as far as gems go, she likes pearls a lot! and i think she’d also like morganite — not sure that’s ever mentioned in asoiaf and i cba to pull up the search rn to check, but the color is very very myrei coded!

21. their favorite place to be?

she’s one of those people for whom home is her people, not a set place. within reason, of course — for example, she’ll always be especially soft for casterly rock since that’s where she grew up, and she wouldn’t particularly enjoy living somewhere cold even if she had her whole family (and all like 2 of her friends) along for the ride. but overall, her favorite place to be is just wherever she can feel the love. and in westeros you gotta cling to all the love you can, it’s not always the nicest place!

[thievingace]

Independent OC who can fit into a multitude of fantasy verses including final fantasy, asoiaf, dragon age and even pokemon. Written by Alex ( he / him ) 18+ only ( dark/mature themes may be present )

With inspirations from Robin Hood & Arthurian legends, this character is crafted by me as a muse I can slide into different universes. While I use the ( younger ) appearance of Vesemir as a visual reference for him, I will not write in the Witcher universe. CHARACTER STATS Name: Derek Lyeford Age: 36 Gender: Cis Male Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Professional thief

GENERAL BIO ( for most fantasy verses ) Orphaned from a young age, Derek and his two elder brothers were forced to live on the streets, relying on newfound street smarts and a craftsmanship for sneaking food just to survive. As he grew older, stronger and quicker, Derek would go on to rely on his looks and charm along with his skills with a dagger, joining small groups of bandits for coin, and offering his services for the right amount of pay.

Despite being a criminal, and a known liar, Derek isn't evil, and while he mainly steals for himself, he can also often be found leaving bundles of coin for those less fortunate than he, especially families and children on the streets. His other weakness? A pretty face, Derek has a hard time turning down any person he is attracted to, and that unfortunately is most people he runs across.

RULES

Activity will come and go as I am a busy person IRL, but I'll try to keep steady contact with my writing partners.

I can and will tread into darker themes, the fandom I like are filled with them, and while Derek is a sauve and fun man, he has darker elements to his character. He is a criminal.

This blog will also feature sexual themes, Derek has a healthy sex life and smut may appear. In regards to shipping, I love writing romance, and Derek is a guy with a big heart, I'd love to pair him off with a multitude of other muses so if your muse is interested in kissing this sneak thief go for it!

I do not partake in cancel culture on Tumblr, if someone if being a weirdo then block them. The only time I'll ever care if someone is being dangerous. This also goes with writing, I do not care what people write when it comes to fiction.

Best way to start writing? Send in a prompt! Or even shoot me a message, I'm a rather chill person so no worries about ever annoying me.

Pokemon Verse: Basically the same as the general bio, though he joins Team Rocket at a young age. Nowadays he's not a full member, but will still offer his services to his old organization for the right price. He will never steal from children, and that puts him at odds with most Pokemon villains. His partner is his trusty Minccino

Dragon Age Verse: A rogue companion, his backstory is the same, he can be recruited in any game, I can just play with which city he hails from to make it make sense.

ASOIAF Verse: Derek is from a small village in the north. He fled the north when he was worried his thieving ways would catch the attention of Eddard Stark.

I can slot him into any Final Fantasy game, just ask and we can workshop his place in those worlds.

[rcdfield]

⸺⸺⸺ deunan's stories !

all of my stories in one place. currently involving stories set in the star wars, resident evil and asoiaf fandoms.

⸺⸺ CODEX TRANSCENDENTIA SAGA ! ( star wars )

DAIMOS ! ⸺⸺ jedi!oc x sith!oc ( the old republic ) at the rise of the true sith, a secret weapon of the jedi and the daughter of sith emporer have to work together to stop a threat neither side is able to defeat alone — nor together. ( 18+ / inspired by KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC / daimos masterlist — seren tag / alexios tag / ship tag ) COMING SOON !!!

REQUIEM ! ⸺⸺ anakin skywalker x f!oc ( prequels ) elektra of house valorum was made from revenge. anakin skywalker was made for a purpose. neither were made for love. raised to hate the jedi by her hapan grandmother, elektra doesn't take the cooperation with the order lightly when her life and that of her father is threatened, all while planning her vengeance against the senate, chancellor palpatine and senator padmé amidala for casting the reputation of her family into the deepest levels of coruscant. ( 18+ / inspired by DUNE: PROPHECY / requiem masterlist — elektra tag / skylorum tag ) COMING SOON !!!

ASCENSION ! ⸺⸺ poe dameron x skywalker!f!oc ( rewritten sequels ) when meirina skywalker leaves the life of a jedi, a daughter, and the last piece of what is left of her home and family after the massacre of dantooine behind, she finds a place among the mandalorians, becoming a bounty hunter under the name of echoy'la shonar. however, a new threat that endangers the entire galaxy forces her to leave the outer rim and face the demons she has left behind — among them her cousin, who has turned into the brutal darth caedus, and poe dameron, her childhood friend who has always shared unspoken feelings with her that now turned into resentment that might never be revoked. ( 18+ / inspired by LEGACY OF THE FORCE / ascension masterlist — meirina tag / poerina tag ) COMING SOON !!!

⸺⸺ CITY OF THE DEAD SERIES ! ( chris redfield )

SAINTS & SINNERS ! ⸺⸺ resident evil 2 and 3 remake after being a vital ingredient in the creation of the t-virus, carmen lopez is now faced with the consequences of her actions. the living dead overrun raccoon city and while fighting her way out of her lost hometown, umbrella is right behind her — as well as the darkest of its creations which has a special interest in the former scientist. ( 18+ / saints & sinners masterlist — carmen tag / redwolf tag ) COMING SOON !!!

THE BALLAD OF BLOOD & FROST ! ⸺⸺ jon snow x f!oc ( agot — ados ) the bastard daughter of ashara dayne and duncan frost, kathryn dayne was raised in the costums of house dayne — and that of a southern lady. a spy for house martell, kathryn begins to step into the game but to be a player or a piece on the board are two different things, especially after her arrival in the north where after all these years her existence is still a thorn in house frost, a house known for it rebellious eye towards the starks and the throne. her life becomes more and more entwined in the fate of the realm when an old tale of her birth and that of the prince that was promised rises to the surface. ( 18+ / tbobaf masterlist — kathryn tag / ship tag )

( last update: 14.12.2024 )

[sabraeal]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

This is always the toughest because I have written over 100 fics (much more, if you count the ones in collections) and I truly do love pretty much all of them. I think I will keep this to Obiyuki fics I really found technically difficult, and creatively satisfying!

All Pain Will Turn To Medicine Joanna likes to refer to this as "as close a crossover between Jen's obiyuki fic and original writing as she can come and still call it fanfic" which is absolutely correct, since this fic require making an ENTIRE CAST of OCs to support the premise of "Obi and Shirayuki grow up as childhood friends in the canon universe." I worked on mainly original writing before I started posting fic, so I delight in making characters and then convincing people to care about them, sometimes even against their will.

And That's the Reason We Need Lips So Much Written for the VERY FIRST Obiyukiweek back in 2016, I had been talking about doing something just like this since I pretty much started posting Seven Suitors. Sorata has a love of taking tropes an twisting them, and I thought the "true love's kiss/kiss of life" would be a hilarious one to tackle because...CPR usually ends with vomiting and cracked ribs. I had to do some really in-depth research into the mechanism of hemlock poisoning, since there is no actual known cure, and make up a very convincing one for Shirayuki to discover-- half the reason U started writing fic for this fandom was because I had professional biology knowledge, I wasn't gonna handwave it!

Creatures of a Brief Season Like All Pain, this was for the first AU bingo we ever ran, and I was using a bunch of ideas we had all come up with almost six months earlier on the obiyuki server we had at the time. I'd been so taken with the idea of doing a retelling with daemons, especially with Shirayuki having a daemon that settled late, and Obi having a the witch's tether for his daemon...the biggest hurdle was hoping that I'd done the whole concept justice. It was a LOT of pressure, but it remains one of my favorite fics.

Family, Duty, Honor A Song of Ice and Fire is possibly one of my favorite fantasy series of all time (the show....exists), so when this showed up on my bingo board a few years ago I was ECSTATIC. I had many, MANY ideas for a long-form series that would involve SECRET PARENTAGE and POLITICAL INTRIGUE, and probably DRAGONS, but since it was just for bingo, I wanted it to focus on Obi & Shirayuki...and thus we started at the Fake Marriage, Real Baby plot 🤣 ASoIaF is very densely packed with lore and I wanted to keep this fic the same way...but also make it readable to those who do not shove themselves face first into 800 page fantasy novels. It was a balancing act that I feel like I ultimately got; there's lots of little hints left for fans of the series, but it's enjoyable to people who aren't!

A Color By Any Other Name I had been talking about writing a fic like this for YEARS before I got to sit down and write it; I was initially hesitant because sometimes relatively benign disabilities like colorblindness are used more as like...entertainment in fic, either just as jokes or something to be fixed by the end of the narrative. And my philosophy is always that if I am going to include and experience in a fic-- whether it be something playing a tabletop game, or experiencing grief-- it should feel relatable to a person who has experienced it. So if I wanted to write someone discovering their colorblindness (based more than a little off a close friend's experience in college), I didn't want the colorblindness to be the punchline. In the end I had more than a couple people mention they had read it out to colorblind boyfriends/husbands who had also thought it was funny, so I'm pretty happy with how it turned out!

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you @jacevelaryonswife​ for answering my questions and allowing us an in-depth look into how you created this wonderful story! 💜

This series is just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3; you can look over the masterlist to see the other amazing authors I have spoken with, with other writing tidbits.

Name: jacevelaryonswife

Story: Golden and Silver, my new colors

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

Rating/Warning: Angst, mature content, pregnancy, some reader’s thoughts may be a little aggressive to the topic of pregnancy, spiteful reader, smut.

So, when did you being writing?

I started when I was 15. My first platform was on wattpad and my first fandom was The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Most of it is archived now, but it was such a good time.

Where did the plot for Gold and Silver, my new colors come from?

Soooo, I always liked to create strong female readers and OCs that make men work to have them. I was coming across a lot of stories with Aemond where he’s always the dom, who has control over the whole situation, and don’t get me wrong, I love Dom!Aemond, but I also like the prospect of seeing him fight for something he wants and reveal his weaknesses.  

I wanted to write to this reader who was a little mouse frightened by creation, what she received from her parents, but who gets tired of receiving such indifference from her husband and the people around her, and starts confronting these situations.

Did you already have the entire story planned out from the beginning? 

Would you believe it was supposed to be a one shot?

I’m serious. It had been a long time since I wrote fics with more than one chapter and concluded them, so I thought of summarizing it all in a one shot and just leaving the rest to people’s imagination, but then I saw the potential of the idea and thought–Why fucking not? I knew where I wanted to go, but I never had a defined plot, so it was an adventure every chapter.

I really wanted them to end well, I never thought about leaving them fighting or that the reader wouldn’t forgive him. I think the story got exactly where I wanted it and that’s very gratifying!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

I don’t think so, I just think my influence is from all the strong characters I’ve ever read, especially from asoiaf, who have a more solid and less restrained posture. The Dornish are my greatest inspirations. Meria Martell? Queen shit. Arianne? Love her. Aliandra? Nymeria? Please 💙

Can you explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in G&S?

He’s a mix between Fire & Blood and House of the Dragon, but mostly show.

He knows about his duty of get married and have a family, but it’s hard for him to expose his vulnerability and let you into his life and mind; he just can’t be a good husband for fear of being rejected mainly because of his appearance. He knows he’s neglecting the reader, he knows it’s wrong, but he thinks it’s the best way not to get hurt, until when the announcement of his pregnancy is made he tries to remedy things so as not to be a flawed father, but then it’s the reader’s turn to push him away and he really hates it, so the whole drama begins.

Do you feel your Reader complements Aemond well?

Difficult question. I don’t think they’re perfect for each other, but they strive for it. The reader imagines the insecurities that her husband may have and tries to comfort him about it, while Aemond knows his wife’s dissatisfaction with a woman’s position and although he has not gone through it, he tries to soften the situation and understand it.

I think this is the core of their relationship, trying to understand what’s going on with your partner so that the relationship works.

Will there be a sequel? Or another WIP you would like to share?

Not a sequel, but maybe a one shot with Naerys as a kid and her protective daddy 💙 I am also working on a one shot with dark!vampire Aemond.

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003. oberyn i

house of lies, city of blood

asoiaf ff | fem!oc centric

summary: a father reflects on the past word count: 984 warnings: none

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His daughters had been running about the manse for some time now, laughing and talking as if they had never been parted. He wanted to speak to Elle himself, inquire about what had happened to her, what had changed her this much. But he let them have their time. Gods knew it might be short.

He had been unprepared for the letter's arrival, yet had never doubted it. Still, to read Elle's words was one thing, to see her standing in the flesh before him had knocked the breath out of him in a far different way. Especially to see her so… destroyed.

Ellaria sat down in the chair beside him, poured herself a cup of tea, and simply watched the girls in quiet.

“They look happy.”

Oberyn nodded slowly. “Elle told her the truth.”

His paramour cocked her head, her curly hair catching onto the intricate embroidery on her dark red dress.

He had told her who Elle truly was after she had disappeared, having broken down one evening and confessed everything to her. Upon which she had told him she had expected something of the like. She, after all, had been with him in Braavos when he had found Elle, and had thought it strange he had found a supposed daughter of his this quickly, yet had not questioned him, too big was her trust in him.

“They've always been close. It was to be expected that not even this could separate them.”

He could do little but agree. “Even had we not introduced them, they would have found each other.”

Even if Elle had grown up in King's Landing. Some things were destined to happen.

He wondered if her growing up with him was one of those things. Looking back at their first meeting, he wondered how he had found her at all on some days. That she would steal from him of all people in the crowd, that he would manage to follow her in the depths of winter to that abandoned building, that he would be able to convince her to come with him. Finding out who she was had not been difficult. A Westerosi girl with light blonde hair and striking blue eyes would have roused suspicions either way, but then she had simply said her name outright when he had asked, the urge to lie in such a situation apparently not born to her.

“Where do we go from here?”

He knew what Ellaria was referring to - the missing princess was back in her city, hiding with a family despised by its rulers, and it was only a matter of time until someone recognised her. Alienating Elle once more was not a risk he was willing to take, so they needed to ask her what she wanted to do. It was time she used the skills he had taught her.

“I will have my justice.”

That he had started caring for the granddaughter of the man he despised most of all had not been part of his plan, and he sometimes wished he had never gone to Braavos with Ellaria. But then he would have never met his little sunshine, and she might have frozen in the icy wastes. She would understand, he knew. He had raised her to be kind, think of others, fight against injustice, and be wary of the effects the game of thrones had on the less fortunate. Elle above all else would understand the need to kill Tywin Lannister.

“You cannot change the past, Oberyn. At some point you have to ask yourself if it is still worth it. And if you are willing to sacrifice that which you hold most dear.”

A loud splash, followed by Elia shouting obscenities across the courtyard.

“Mind your tongue!” Ellaria commanded as their daughter rose from the fountain.

Elle laughed, and then screamed when Elia started hunting her up the balcony.

It was a game between the two girls, one they had been playing since the very beginnings of their friendship - who could manage to throw the other into the water the most often. They had long lost count over who was leading.

His other daughters had gotten into the crossfire of their war on some occasions, as had his niece and nephews, visiting nobles, and of course he himself. Doran had tried stopping them - this water game and many other terrorisations of their palaces - yet it had had no use. Nothing and no one could stop the combined force of Elia and Elle.

The latter currently climbed one of the trees growing in the courtyard, swinging from branch to branch as if she were a monkey.

It had been a challenge trying to teach her anything remotely connected to politics or courtly life. This - climbing, swimming, even fighting sometimes - had been easy, but proper eticette? Taxes and laws? Relations between the great houses and the intricacies of war? Forget about it.

But he had held on, and eventually managed to trick her into attending her lessons. Mainly by disguising it as something else, sending ladies her gaze had rested on a moment too long with her, or promising certain things to her. Mainly adventures, yet sometimes even things as simple as a new painting.

Elle lounged in the tree, seemingly quite content with Elia not being able to reach her.

As he watched her sit there, hands gripping her thighs tighter than normal, he could not help feeling sad. Gone was the carefree little girl he had raised. In her place, the gods had returned to him a woman grown, who had experienced all the horrors and delights their world had to offer. No amount of smiles and laughter could hide the fear in her eyes.

What could have possibly damaged his resilient little sunshine so thoroughly?

“Elle needs new clothes,” he told his paramour as he gently traced her knuckles. “And a bath.”

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