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Exposed - Daenys and Tyland

It took me fucking forever, but I finally got something! Lmao, and all I needed to do was come at the prompt with Rhaenyra's POV. Go figure 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Red Keep was stifling. She was heir to the throne, and all anyone cared about was the round, screeching boy. He was one and barely weaned, and already everyone watched and waited to see if he would do something impressive to show her up–as if they didn't already think he was doing so just by managing to have the correct parts.

Was it not enough to have lost her mother and her best friend, perhaps more, in the same year? Did Rhaenyra have to be replaced as well? She exhaled hard through her nose, hands clenched into fists and lavender gaze hard as she trudged down the path in the gardens. So much for trying to relax and clear her mind.

“I should have just gone to the dragonpit,” Rhaenyra grumbled, “Syrax would take my mind off everything better than ‘taking in the air.’” She put on an exaggerated deep tone as her father’s blatant-dismissal-masquerading-as-concern played in her mind. He wasn't there to be upset about her mockery, but it still made her feel better.

She was about to turn back around and leave the gardens, to go find Ser Criston and have him escort her to the dragonpit atop Rhaenys's Hill, when rustling behind one of the hedgerows and the familiar, girlish giggle of her sister caught her attention. Rhaenyra's brows furrowed, and her posture straightened just a bit as she looked at the jostling leaves and the brief flash of pale purple skirts swishing in the small gap between the trees.

Daenys still cared about her, maybe she could offer some sort of balm for her mood. At the very least, her younger sister would have some frivolous worry to distract her with and could maybe serve as a flying companion. However, as Rhaenyra drew closer to the row of trees laden down with blossoms waiting to turn to fruit, Daenys's ridiculous giggling was interspersed with muffled moans and inaudible whispering.

Her nails dug into her palms, and she frowned. Daenys was a vapid idiot, of course it was only a matter of time before someone tried to take advantage of that now that their mother was not constantly watching over her. Rhaenyra walked faster now, protective anger bubbling up inside her as she rounded the hedgerow to discover her younger sister with her back against the trunk of one of the trees, fingers curled in Ser Tyland Lannister's ash blonde waves as he kissed her, his hands far too familiar and grabby.

“Ser Tyland!” Her sharp call of his name saw his eyes shoot open as he clumsily disentangled himself from the poor, empty-headed girl pressed against him. His cheeks were red, and there was panic in his dark green eyes.

“Princess, this isn’t what you think! We–”

“Oh, it isn’t? Well then, Ser Tyland, what am I looking at if not my father’s Master of Ships taking advantage of my sister’s loneliness at losing his predecessor’s daughter so that he can rise above his station while–” Her impassioned accusation was cut off by Daenys’s forlorn wail. Rhaenyra rushed to her sister, who was red faced with tears welling up in her eyes as she cried out and sobbed so loudly as to rival Aegon. She shot a pointed look at the Master of Ships, incensed with him but happy she had at least broken this up before it was too late for her younger sister. She wrapped her arms around Daenys, but when she tried to pull her close, she was shoved away.

Rhaenyra looked at her in disbelief, her mouth agape. Fat tears were rolling down Daenys's cheeks now, and her full lower lip trembled. She could not truly be so upset with her; it was Ser Tyland’s fault, Rhaenyra was trying to help! Surely Daenys had to understand. She had comforted Rhaenyra after what happened with Alicent, they’d said they loved each other in spite of their lack of closeness. Her sister could not be so naive!

“I thought you loved me!” Even though Daenys’s voice wavered from her hysterics, the words felt like they slapped Rhaenyra across the face.

“I…of course I do!” She snapped, hurt and angry, “That is why I am protecting you!” She would not lose her sister to the same thing that took Alicent, even if Daenys wanted to actually act on being the younger Lannister twin’s whore.

“I do not need protection!”

“You obviously do! I would not have my sister used to–”

“I am not being used!” Her tears started falling harder now, staining her flushed cheeks as she pointed at Ser Tyland Lannister, “I brought him here, this was my idea! Rhaenyra, I love him!” Her outstretched arm shook with the power of her desperate sobs, and her plea at being in love seemed to pierce the air like a knife. Without any hesitation, he went to Daenys’s side, and Rhaenyra’s younger sister crumpled against him like a paper flower caught in the rain. Her next wail was muffled as she buried her face into Ser Tyland’s chest, fingers desperately clutching at the gold trimmed edges of his emerald cloak.

His expression when he looked at Rhaenyra was awkward and apologetic, but it softened the moment he looked away from her. She barely paid attention as Ser Tyland soothed her sister, speaking gently as he smoothed the fluffy silver curls streaming down her back that had become mussed and filled with leaves when they kissed.

The righteous anger, burning hot and as uncontrollable as dragon flame, calmed to the feel of warm bathwater and melted out of her. Rhaenyra hadn’t been protecting her sister from the grasping, greedy hands of some man who would use her his pleasure and his advancement, she had been intruding. If she had been a boy this might have been them instead of Daenys and Ser Tyland Lannister, and she would not be replaced by the final vestige of her mother like she was by the court.

Daenys wailed again, and it felt like it crushed her heart. This was losing mother and Alicent all over again. When her younger sister finally lifted her head from his chest and looked at her, the hysterical sorrow in her watery eyes shifted as something even deeper flashed across Daenys’s face. She released her hold on Ser Tyland’s cloak and rushed to her, taking Rhaenyra’s soft cheeks in her hands as she used her thumbs to wipe the silent tears falling from her lavender eyes. She had not realized she had started crying too.

“Rhaenyra–”

“One of us should be happy, I suppose.”

“I do not want you to be upset! I just…” Daenys’s sentence trailed off as her gaze fell from where it had met Rhaenyra’s own, she did not let go of her face though. She was silent for a moment, lips pressed tightly together until she looked up again.

“I appreciate your intent. If I had not been the one to start everything, if Tyland was untrue with his intentions, I would hope that my elder sister would save me. You were always braver than I am, and you’re very quick witted. After everything it…it makes sense you were so upset, and that you wanted to help me.”

“But you don’t need it.” She replied, sullen and soft voiced.

“I will always need your help, Rhaenyra! And I shall gladly welcome it because I love you.”

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her younger sister finally released her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. Daenys did not want to replace her then. She was just…growing up and achieving the grandiose and oftentimes silly sounding dreams of romance she would moon about to Cassana Strong and Laena Velaryon after Rhaenyra grew bored with them.

She cut her eyes towards Ser Tyland, who smiled awkwardly and bowed his head as he clasped his hands behind his back. She supposed her sister could do worse. She could do better, but some crooked-nosed Lannister was not the most abysmal choice Daenys could have made. At least he showed some defference now that all of the moaning and fretting was done.

“Try to be a bit more careful, next time. If your affair is exposed again, it may not be someone so forgiving who finds you two.”

“Oh, we will, we will! I promise, Rhaenyra! And–and you aren’t going to tell anyone?!” A bright smile spread across Daenys’s face, and her lilac eyes sparkled with joy instead of tears. A single, bemused chuckle, soft as a breath, escaped Rhaenyra as she plucked a leaf from her sister’s hair.

She spun the leaf in her fingers, working the stem back and forth a few times before dropping it to the ground. “I would spare the court the details of how shameless and no doubt disgustingly sugary you two are.”

Daenys gushed her thanks, no doubt swooning and dramatically gesticulating as Rhaenyra took a few steps forward, closing some of the distance between herself and Ser Tyland Lannister. She brought her hands behind her back, hands clasped together as the Master of Ships bowed and offered his own gratitude at the heir’s generous forgiveness and promised discretion. When Rhaenyra spoke again, her voice was low so that only the man before her would hear her words.

“My sister is incredibly fragile, Ser. Keep that in mind so that you do not hurt her in any way, because if you do it is not His Grace or the kingsguard you need to be wary of. I imagine dragon fire hurts worse than being gelded.”

Ser Tyland’s face was unreadable as he responded, and his voice was unexpectedly even, “Daenys will continue to see nothing but the utmost gentleness and care, princess. She deserves nothing but my best.” His dark green eyes drifted to look past her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Daenys picking leaves out of her hair. Her sister looked utterly ridiculous, fussing and pouting and flouncing about in a haze of swishing purple and gold, but when Rhaenyra looked back at Ser Tyland his expression was so utterly enamored that it almost made her want to pantomime retching.

“Good day, Ser Tyland.”

“Princess Rhaenyra.” He bowed as she breezed past him. Whatever Daenys and her man got up to after she left was not her business, at least not right now. For the moment, Rhaenyra was content knowing that at least her sister had not replaced her, nor was she trying to leave her behind. Being trusted with secrets and the promise of love not lost was a satisfactory assurance of allyship. It was better than what some people had given her.

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@cerseiweek2024 cersei appreciation week 2024: day 4 - favorite outfit

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Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?

And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He'd analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.

He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.

But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.

Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.

And that was disappointing.

I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?

Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.

He has become...

*bad French accent* An artiste.

You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well... aside from the occasional artist watermark.

Whoops!

A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn't belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.

For example, check out this cool "pirate hat" I asked A.I. to place on my head.

Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.

I mean, you can't type "marathon runners" and expect that to actually work.

THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.

And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.

The thing is... Shad is very upset.

He is upset that you don't like his "art" and he is ready to die on this hill.

So... before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.

Before I show you his "Not. Easy." artistic masterpiece I'd like you to sit with what he has said for a second.

Ruminate in the verbiage.

Process the ideas and points of view presented.

Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.

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Have you sat?

Ruminated?

Processed?

Digested?

Okay, here it is...

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mutuals I am sneaking up behind you and gently placing this on your head

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"i love being a girls girl 🌸🩷" you tormented amber heard.

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For Seraphina: 🎱 8 Ball- What situation was your OC lucky to escape from or get out of? What or who helped them unexpectedly?

Seraphina escapes a life-threatening situation as a teenager that could have killed her, or at the very least left her at the mercy of a violent cult. A friend of hers intervenes and sacrifices themselves so she can get away.

She and Wyll were also friends for a short time during their youths. Her father found out about a growing threat to Baldur’s Gate and took her from the city, leaving Wyll to face that threat alone later. Seraphina carries guilt for both those incdients into her adult life as an adventurer and dedicates every good deed, every victory she achieves to both Wyll and their other friend.

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20 Tav QOTDs

a compilation of questions i’ve seen on twitter + ones i’ve come up with myself <3 can be used as an ask game or as a daily game!

what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

what would their blood taste like to vampires?

how would they kiss their LI?

how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

what are their thoughts on clowns?

their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

how do they celebrate their birthday?

what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

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it's too dangerous to go alone take this~

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trying to decide if aerea and aerion is Too Much for a pair of twins but tbf this is the generation that gave us aelor and aelora so i think i can be forgiven

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Ancient curse that doesn't do anything

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Visenya II Targaryen <3<3<3

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gotta say, i do wanna hear about your cult leader bard xD

So Kali was originally my Durge Bard Teethling from our Shattered Star Campaign (with @merbleberp!!) and I missed her so much I had to make her in BG3.

So Kali... boy, how do I start with Kali. So Kali was found by her archeologist parents - her mother was from a very heavy Cleric/Paladins of Sarenrae family and then her mom got caught up in some heavy demon shit, had a Div-Spawn baby, and Kali was abandoned at a temple where her archeologist Pathfinder Society parents found her.

Growing up was complicated. There were a lot of nasty things said about her parents, and while they really meant well, they didn't really understand Kali's brand of... messy headspace.

So Kali went off to school where her mom was teaching, met Meredith's half-orc Wizard, Roz, and went 'This is my new best friend/sister/life partner and she is everything to me'. And Roz was able to teach Kali how to friend properly and not use people.

But you see, Kali is still 'I need to make people want to be around me/love me'. Like she was into this guy, they went on one date that he noped out of, she convinced herself that they were dating, saw him with someone else, and then proceeded to burn his apartment down. She got kicked out of school for that.

So while in our sunday night game, Kali came to discover healing, Sheyln, and the power of friendship and how she doesn't really need to start her own cult/become some BBEG for friendship, it still lingers. (@merbleberp AU where Roz needs to be 100% enabled)

SO IN BG3, this is the world where Kali doesn't remember Roz, she never found the new friends in Fortune's Folly, and her guardian is in the guise of a familiar half-orc that she knows means a lot to her but can't quite place. And she is into her worst impulses but she's not full on bad guy either. She encourages Shadowheart to turn her back on Shar and she supports Astarion's bodily autonomy - she is NOT about being controlled.

And I absolutely thought she was gonna go for Astarion but Gale's Wizard Hubris spoke to the comforting familiarity inside of her and they enable each other.

So now she's off to destroy everyone in the Absolute's Cult because they dared fuck with her, and she will rebuild from the ashes

(no spoilers, pls! I JUST started Act III!)

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to probably no one's shock, it is power metal. LOL, probably the only thing less shocking would be Käärijä

I don't feel like tagging anyone, so if any mutuals feel like it just go ahead 🩷

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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People talk about the surprise albums from people like Taylor Swift or Beyoncé that drop with zero warning but I have just been existing in this world where every album I've ever heard in my life has been a surprise album because I didn't know that musicians had schedules that we could see

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genuinely one of my favourite details about Bram Stokers Dracula that isn't really transferred to the pop culture is that vampires have irridescent eyes, they appear brown at a glance, however when light is reflected on them they seem to go red!