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she genuinely holds such a strong fondness for all animals.

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RHAENYS NYMEROS TARGARYEN + grief.

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@warwaged: ❝ i want very much for you to be happy. ❞   (from aegon 🥺)

the corners of her lips rose, and fell, rose, and fell, lifting upward into a smile that vanished near as quick as it had formed, blossoming anew as she watched him, only to be overcome once more with a bubble of grief that swallowed it. a wave rising within that threaten so consistently to overwhelm. her eyes shone - with amusement, with joy, with tears that as yet remained unshed. how many years had she spent ? wondering what her baby brother would, could have looked like as a man grown ? that she had tried to sketch what he had looked like then, trying to immortalize his face on paper, on something infallible, so that even when her own memory began to fade, she would never forget her lost little brother. that she could look at him, and then she would remember, no matter how long it had been. though it had been seven and ten years, and she had not forgotten, it had never been perfect, when she had tried to recreate it. and when it came to depictions of her family, she needed to be. for a very long while, it had been all that she had had. he had had their father's eyes, and a tuft of silver white hair as a babe. as a boy of eight and ten his hair was dyed a dark blue, and he had grown far taller then her ( she remembered their mother setting him on his feet, and the way he had smiled as he had toddled toward her, mouth open wide in a gummy smile, as he had taken a step, before he had thrown himself into her open arms - giggling all the while. she had held him for moments longer then, overjoyed he had seemed to enjoy playing with her, when he got big enough after that point, he would be able to play with her - wouldn't he ? it had been joy, and it had been an odd protectiveness that she had not understood at the time. that while he might grow bigger, he would always be younger then she. he would always be her little brother, and it would always be on her to protect him. and he had been so small then ) whatever had happened that night after she had fled, she thanks the gods that it did. that he had lived, that he had not been lost at the hands of that monster. that he had been given the chance to grow. he had been naught more then a babe then, yet whatever he did or did not remember, there was kindness in his voice as he spoke to her.

yet happiness ? what did that look like, for her ? and what would be the cost of happiness even be should she choose to seek it ? for years all that she had thought could ever make her happy was to reunite with those that she had loved, and lost. and she was. she was happier now then she had ever been in years, and to ask for more ... felt so abominably selfish. he had returned from the grave, he had returned from that singlemost unreachable place, and he was here. and how, how could she ever ask for more ? years had been consumed with what ifs, and should haves. she should have carried him with her, she should have ran another direction, somewhere that could have helped, she should have done something to save them, and yet she had not. she had hid, her kitten clutched close to the girl's chest from where she had crawled to hide beneath their father's bed. she remembered being worried then, that he might wriggle free and run out from beneath - thus putting himself in danger, and yet he had not - as if he had sensed the evil lurking too. she had always loved animals, though since she had refused to own one. maybe that would make her happy. or, at the least, it would prove to be a start. surely that was simple enough that it was not asking too much to hope to care for one. she had always wondered what had become of balerion, after, if her sweet little kitten had lived long after she had disappeared. if he had found a place amongst the strays that had called the red keep their home. she had hoped that he had. a cat would be nice, she thought. one, or two. mayhaps a goat, as well. she could play for the smallfolk in the capitol, the way she had in dorne. it was music that she loved best, music and the idea of tending to little creatures more then merely kneeling to offer food when they approached. yet it is odd to focus on what might make her happy, when so many years had been spent consumed by what she believed was necessity, and duty to her family ( by vengeance, by justice. by fire and blood. by the notion she would see the mountain dead, he and ser amory lorch, and tywin lannister. yet they had fallen, and she had played no part, and the cost of the mountain's end had been her uncle oberyn ) there had been the iron throne, the seat of the dragon kings of old that might have been hers, that their mothers family had intended to place her upon before his survival became known. she supposed she could have fought for it, put forth her own claim, and yet. she had no interest in fighting with her little brother for it, nor her little aunt. she would not fracture the house of the dragon more then it had already been. especially when all that she had wanted was the reunification of her family.

her life it seemed to be — was a constant repetition of pillars errected and pillars toppled. everything she had known before the sack had came crumbling down within the span of weeks, and all that had held her up since, gradually so. yet it had came down all the same. she scarcely knew what to do now. what path was there left to take when the ones that had been laid before her had been razed to dust ? a bear had taken the vengeance that served as a beacon that had guided her forward through dark days and sleepless nights. yet how else could she live, with what she had heard ? what she had endured ? what else was there when none had seemed to hold it as the atrocity that it was ? even the usurpers had fallen. all that remained was.... to live. to attempt to, at the least. to perhaps be happy, if she could afford to. to live now honestly. to live as rhaenys targaryen openly in a way she had not done since she was three years old. a path that she had not considered to be so near. and now that it was... what was to be done ? all that had consumed all felt so pointless, no matter how necessary it had been. it felt wholly, utterly pointless. their mother and father were still lost to them, and he had been returned to her. even the throne had been. there was no reason to still feel such fear, such lingering anger and yet it simmered in her chest anyway, in the form of a breath not yet taken; nerves steeled for the other shoe to drop, and to devastate everything that had become the now. the princess' hand extended, lingering for a moment in the space between the two of them as her brows bent inward slightly, and teeth sunk into the soft of her cheek, before she rests it gently upon her younger brother's upper arm. squeezing lightly, her smile grows, and cements upon features — grief underlined, bearing too a weariness that had remained for so long now it feels fused into her bones, and yet, entirely genuine, as a shaking exhale looses from between her lips. the words are soft, as she speaks, kept carefully even, though upon a rise and fall of emotion, it threatens the steadiness of it, " to be seated here with you, is all that i could have wanted. it is more then i've ever began to hope for. to have my family back - to see you, mother, or father again. it was everything, aegon. it was all of it. i had always wondered, what sort of man you would grow up to be, if you had. what sort of king you would make. i had always thought that i would be there to protect you, to guide you, in a way that i had not been. "

" i do not know what happiness will look like for me, " spoken as her gaze shifts to the side, and down, for a heartbeat's width to where her free hand sits gloveless, curled loosely just above her knee. the thick line of raised flesh cut across near the entirety of her hand, just below her knuckles, elongated with time as her body grew. time passed, and yet still, the remainants remained, and she had taken it as a sign, then, that she was not meant to relinquish her hold upon the need for vengeance. and yet everyone responsible was dead. and there was naught else left to do but try. she did not want hate to rule the rest of her life. she did not want to be afraid of ghosts, and punishing all of those who might have been associated. their parents would not have wanted that for her, and she did not want that for herself. a steadying inhalation of breath, and her eyes raise, focusing on her brother's face again, " but i am willing to find out. though i do not know when that will be. until then, this is enough. it is more then enough, " even if she never found it, she would be content with this. knowing that he was alive, knowing that she had not failed him that night, the way that it had felt for so long that she had. she wanted to know everything about him. how he grew up, who he was close to as a child, and who was close to now, " now, i would hear of you. i know so little of what your life was like, " the words are light; kind, as well as a deliberate attempt to shift the conversation away from herself. aegon had so many burdens now, he needn't worry for hers, " beyond that it was lord jon connington who protected you, and saw you into manhood. was he kind to you ? " she had heard that he was a close friend of their father's. he must have been, to be willing to care for his orphaned son as he had been.

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑 as 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊

The White Queen (2013) Episode 10.

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* 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 ( 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 ) 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.

taken from the bands’ various songs,   but with a twist:    a lot of it are soft sentence starters meant for those quiet or glaringly tender moments.     nothing belongs to me.     feel free to change any pronouns or sentence structure according to your muse’s preferences.

❝   the world is brighter than the sun now that you’re here.    ❞

❝   you are loved, you are loved more than you know.   ❞

❝   i’ll give you everything i have, i’ll teach you everything i know.   ❞

❝   i will always hold you close, but i will learn to let you go.    ❞

❝   i will soften every edge, I’ll hold the world to its best.   ❞

❝   you taught me the courage of stars before you left.   ❞

❝   how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.   ❞

❝   sweetheart, you look a little tired. when did you last ate?   ❞

❝   it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath; you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.   ❞

❝   just wanna build you up till you’re good as new.   ❞

❝   with every heartbeat i have left, i will defend your every breath.    ❞

❝   i promise i’ll do better.   ❞

❝   your heart is far too young to realise the unimaginable light you hold inside.   ❞

❝   come in and make yourself at home. stay as long as you need.   ❞

❝   no, i don’t wanna talk about myself - tell me where it hurts.   ❞

❝   i just wanna love you well.   ❞

❝   i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.   ❞

❝   i will rearrange the stars, pull them down to where you are.   ❞

❝   i will love you without any strings attached.   ❞

❝   i finally see myself—unabridged and overwhelmed, a mess of a story i’m ashamed to tell—but i’m slowly learning how to break this spell.   ❞

❝   make my messes matter.   ❞

❝   tell me if something’s wrong - you can count on me.  ❞

❝   we were full of life, we could barely hold it in.   ❞

❝   time is ruthless but showed us kindness in the end.   ❞

❝   we find our way back home.   ❞

❝   i wanna love you but i don’t know how.  ❞

❝   for the first time i see an image of my brokenness utterly worthy of love.   ❞

❝   you know i’ll take my heart and clean apart, if it helps yours beat.    ❞

❝   we will call this place our home.   ❞

❝   it’s okay if you can’t find the words; let me take your coat off and these weight off your shoulders.   ❞

❝   let our hearts, like doors, open wide.   ❞

❝   i will love you with every single thing i have.   ❞

❝   what a privilege it is to love.   ❞

❝   a little broken, a little new. we are the impact and the glue. capable more than we know to call this fixer upper home.   ❞

❝   let the years we’re here be kind.   ❞

❝   there is goodness in the heart of every broken man.   ❞

❝   we’re young enough to try to build a better life.   ❞

❝   i rebuild when I break down.   ❞

❝   don’t you worry, there’s still time.   ❞

❝   i’m short of breath standing next to you   ❞

❝   you are beautiful like I’ve never seen.   ❞

❝   goodnight, it is time to sleep. the moon will watch over all of your dreams.   ❞

❝   go ahead and laugh, even if it hurts.   ❞

❝   you’re enough. i promise you.   ❞

❝   oh, let me be right.   ❞

❝   we are infinite.   ❞

❝   we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.   ❞

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arianne hugged her twice, both times were initiated by rhaenys herself. once was on what would’ve been aegon’s fifth birthday, in 287AC, and the second was on the tenth anniversary of the sack, in september of 293AC. both instances were ? occasions where she was devastated to the point where she had already broken down into tears, and all but staggered to throw her arms around her cousin.

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how does your muse express love & care ?

@stormbcrn : ZODIAC HEADCANONS

most of the time it's through acts of service. she was a very soft spoken, quiet girl before the sack of kings landing, and often did not really ? raise her voice over little more then a whisper speaking to people that she didn't know. and even with people she did know she didn't ? lose that shyness if she wasn't ? somewhat distracted ( like in the middle of ? chasing balerion through the halls of the red keep while pretending that he was the original balerion, the black dread of old ) or she didn't feel completely comfortable with those people, like with her mother, father and little brother, as well as with her grandmother, queen rhaella. she would tell them she loved them in a soft little voice, like it was a secret, though she would say it often. like when she uses words of affirmation ? it is most consistently with those people, who she is and has been for a while, sure about. in her survival au, her feelings of love and caring often show in other ways. like she isn't often necessarily straightforward about the way that she feels, and often she doesn't ? say anything at all. though the words that she does say are evident of her feelings toward another person. i do not think she feels as if she can get close to people, due to the fact she is living a lie that is believed by most people that she interacts with on the daily, that she can't stop living yet, due to how that might effect the dornish plot to unseat house baratheon and lannister, and how central she is to it. she doesn't want to develop a relationship on false pretenses. and she's also ? so genuinely afraid that anyone she has gotten close to over the years is ? going to die, and she's going to survive, and she's going to be left all alone again. i think sometimes she feels more aloof then she is, because she feels a lot of inner conflict in getting close to the people that she has. like of house martell, doran, oberyn, ellaria, obara and arianne know the truth about who she is. the rest do not, and fully believe the deception because she does have to pretend even in private, that she is oberyn's daughter, so no enemies might overhear and spread the truth about who she is. i don't think she could help it as a child, wanting to dote on her younger ' sisters'; elia, obella, dorea and loreza. and i do think getting to hold them were one of the few moments that she was genuinely happy as a child. she used to sing them lullabies when they were younger, and she heard them crying in the night when she herself? couldn't sleep. but she feels increasingly bad that they believe the lie.

she can't help but want to bond with them, despite, because she has no one else, and she is, at her core, a big sister, and it's easier with all sisters, not to feel as though she's replacing aegon in any way. of the sand snakes, she is the closest with obara, as an adult, due to the fact that she does know the truth about her, and they can build a relationship from that point. she also is ? incredibly uncomfortable with physical touch, and has been for years. it is rare for her to seek it, and her discomfort with it isn't ? at all correlated to how much she trusts someone. because she trusts oberyn implicitly, she trusts doran, ellaria, obara, and arianne. it isn't at all that. it's just not that simple for her. she'll seek comfort existing in the same place with someone else, without touching them. and it's rarer for her to do that with no gloves, no nothing shielding her skin. she's sought it out twice, growing up, and both from her cousin arianne, who she also loves like a sister. she was attacked, brutally, as a barely three year old child. like the perception of safety that children that young have was ripped away from her horrifically, and she lost every foundation of safety that she had within the span of two weeks. she was left wounded, and alone, and everyone suddenly felt dangerous. even the people that she knew, and knew she could trust, because she was so traumatized by the sack of kings landing. she needed space, and she needed to be able to exist in her own personal bubble, to be able to cope and heal, but she couldn't have that because they needed to work on her, and help her recover. and she understood that, to an extent, but she needed so many stitches, and they had to hold her still, and she could have very little pain medication, and it just made that feeling of discomfort and that fear of physical contact just grow, and grow, because she associates it with physical pain. she also stopped talking all together for four months after the sack, because of traumatic mutism. during that point, she communicated with nods and shakes of the head. by the time she really started speaking again more then a few words, she was repeating, and attempting to remember her cover story. she believes that love and caring requires a level of honesty that she cannot give, no matter how much she wants to. she was also already a quiet, shy girl before the sack, and afterward its ? she gets drained, easily when it comes to drawn out social interaction, save for when it comes to the nights that she plays below sunspear in the shadow city, which she does frequently.

the way that she shows her love is ? through her music, and through her sketches. in her music, she can weave tales of fiction to tell honest feeling. she can write of old princes and princesses of legend and pour all of her grief and loss and pain and love into them. she tell her truth and remain safe, and hidden. she can speak of her lost mother, and lost father, and lost brother, as simple stories. and she can show her love for all to hear, and all to see. to attempt to cope with the weight of the feeling that is so many secrets. she got into music in the first place trying to seek some secure connection to her lost father, of whom she remembers little. of whom she doesn't even remember his full face. and she can ? at least speak of elia in terms of speaking of her aunt, but she rarely hears a word of rhaegar, and there's rarely any occasion to bring him up. beyond likely in terms of the rebellion, which leaves her with more questions then answers in terms of the man that her father was, and doubts, in how he genuinely felt about his family. like the little she remembers of him ? tells her that he loved her, but that's such a faint memory as she grows in comparison to the stories she's hearing at present that he abandoned them, that she starts to wonder if maybe she's idealizing him a bit too much. that she's expecting him to have loved her more then he did. which is devastating, because despite that ? she does still love him. she writes music for the people that she loves. she writes little lullabies for the younger sand snakes, she writes comforting, easy melodies for her uncle doran when she plays for him. she writes flowing, quicker paced songs for her older cousins. weaving tales of heroes and heroines and gods and monsters. she writes songs for herself, songs of isolation, and grief and confusion and unadulterated pain that she feels with everything laying buried beneath the surface.

sketching is something that she used to do as a toddler. it was something that didn't have any ? cohesive shape to it, but that she had a passion for regardless. and it would keep her seated and quiet for at least over an hour while she drew. while she likes drawing backgrounds, and is good with drawing them, her specialty is with faces. people and animals. she's good with shading, and highlighting and making them feel very lifelike and real on the page. she had filled over ten sketchbooks, by the time of the main series. she would draw her mother, elia, over and over again. from memory, the added details of which were supplemented by the paintings of her that still exist at sunspear. in them she's always peaceful, always happy, always safe. she's content, and with her babies. she would draw her rocking aegon, and only ever really drew aegon from a side view, in their mother's arms. due to the fact that while she can remember his face, it's never exact, and that frustrates her, because it needs to be exact, it needs to be perfect. and that's exactly why she's never managed to do a full sketch of rhaegar. she has no paintings of him at sunspear, and the only clear memory she has, and the only bit of his face that she has copied perfectly, is his eyes and his smile, and his lower jaw. she has drawings of her grandmother, rhaella, who she remembers clearer then her father, due to the fact that she had seen the woman sooner, after rhaegar left for the trident, and before her grandmother was evacuated to dragonstone by aerys. she has ones of the younger sand snakes as babies and small children, giggling and happy. she has lady nym astride her horse. she has tyene seated infront of the water. she has sarella in the libraries, in the nights that they were both there reading. she has arianne smiling as they walked side by side, she has her uncle doran looking pensive and seemingly deep in thought. she has her uncle oberyn, half armored, missing his helm and looking as fierce as he was in life. she has prince trystane, sat before her own harp, after he had asked very tentatively for her to teach him. she believes that sketches are ways to immortalize memories, and that they're snapshots of moments that sometimes there aren't words enough to express. and often she ? tears them out and gives them to the people she's drawn whenever they're in portrait form. while she can paint, and does so decently, she never really sits down and paints a portrait of someone unless they ask it of her, at which point it is ? always a yes. she paints most often backgrounds, and depictions of the environment, and the water gardens. places and things where while yes she needs to focus on detail, it doesn’t need to be as pinpoint precise as it does when it comes to depicting people and moments with them. she loves dorne, and she can love it unabashedly, because it was her mother's homeland. and it would have welcomed her even had she came as rhaenys, and welcomes her now. and there's no lying to the trees, or the sands, or the water.

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“My mother taught me long ago that only madmen fight wars they cannot win.” If the bluntness of the question had offended him, Prince Doran hid it well. “Yet this peace is fragile… as fragile as your princess.”

“Only a beast would harm a little girl.”

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her birthday is september 2nd, 280AC. she’s a virgo sun, pisces moon, and aquarius rising.

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in the no rebellion au, she has three cats. she has balerion, a black male cat who was still a kitten by 283AC. she has meraxes, an orange female stray that she was feeding in the halls of the red keep after her father became king. and she has vhagar, a female polydactyl tabby that was also a stray that she was feeding.

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Ayşe Hümaşah Sultan + Costumes (requested by anonymous)

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she has a golden ring too, in her main survival verse, with an onyx face and two smaller rubies on either side of it, for her baby brother.

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she has a two strand necklace with a pendant attached to each that are forged together, that looks as though they’re two separate pieces that form the sun and moon, which brought together is ? a silver and gold dual colored sun. it’s an indirect nod to her parents, and a constant reminder that she clings to over the years and rarely takes off, and derives a great deal of comfort from.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

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LUCREZIA BORGIA Borgia 1.05

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like for a thing!!!