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[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Beggars And Choosers

Gwayne Hightower returns to King’s Landing for the first time in years in order to see his sister, only to find himself increasingly entangled with her lady's maid and companion. (AKA: I'm putting this twink in a situation)

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Everything was so sparse, just like their mother's rooms had been. It was eerie: a woman with Alyrie Florent's face sinking into the same religious fervor that had gripped her so as her health slowly declined. Alicent was healthy though, she'd simply decided to become fanatical one day while Gwayne wasn't looking, or maybe she'd been on that steady march towards the only decoration in her chambers being tapestries of the seven pointed star and needlessly plain candleholders while taking daily trips to the sept ever since their mother died. Hopefully if brought her peace like she wanted, gods knew she needed it.

The creek of the door signaled her long overdue return, and it dragged Gwayne out of his boredom as he turned to greet his younger sister. “Ah, Alicent, there you–you are not Her Grace.”

“An astute observation, ser. Neither are you.” His sister’s lady's voice was flat and humorless, and she strode into the room as if these were her own apartments. He frowned. Alicent would no doubt say he was needlessly perturbed, but if she was not going to put her maids in their place he would have to.

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[sevibun]

the herald of andraste vs. nosy companions

a quick lil dai piece in between comms 🧙

[lazysunjade]

J A N U A R Y | 01

"happy birthday, Puppy."

[elderwisp]

dang i was supposed to be working on some story poses and instead here we are caressing skulls n shit

[sayit-verbatim]

hero / champion / inquisitor

[p-taryn-dactyl]

I'm going to start writing for house of the dragon bc...it's taken over my soul and I love dragons :)

(I haven't watched GoT, scandalous ik, but I plan on starting it soon!)

I've cleaned out my wips/requests/drafts so hopefully fics will be coming quicker

[beebs-babes]

i gave tariq to taryn’s dm and they went “what if i fucked him up just a little bit” and now he looks even more metal

[mythuzalasheir3]

In preparation for DA: The Veilguard, here are my favourite protags to play as in each game.

Origins: Eowyn Cousland

My stalwart Hero of Ferelden. Eowyn is a true warrior at heart, born for greatness and eventually becoming queen of Ferelden alongside Alistair.

Eowyn prefers her blade and the training ground to sewing needles and gossiping courts, but she has learned how to navigate the politics of Ferelden with grace, and is often looked to for advice.

She ultimately wishes the best for the realm and those she cares about.

~*~

Eowyn is my tank arcane warrior bitch who is so fun to play in DAO. I love her so much.

2: Alicent Hawke

Alicent has always borne a heavy burden of responsibility on her shoulders. At first, Leandra would tell her that if she was the perfect lady, her grandparents would love her, and then she would bear the duty of protecting the twins, and especially Bethany, from whatever danger they’d face, becoming effectively a third parent. The Blight and journey to Kirkwall slowly began to break the proverbial camel’s back, as it all became too much.

She is best described as a ball of pure anger and spite at the world being held together by an ever dwindling wrapping of people pleasing.

Ya girl explodes in the final battle.

~*~

Ali Hawke is basically Ali Hightower but in Dragon Age because I love her and she deserves to proper go apeshit.

Inquisition: Taryn Lavellan

Taryn is a bright young elvish mage who is ever curious about the world, always studying about the divide between Thedas and the Fade, which draws her and Solas to one another.

Taryn is basically Merrill if she wasn’t a blood mage and was thrust into the position of head of a religious army.

No Andrastian really listens, but she emphatically states that she is not andrastian, that she is not the Herald, just someone who got an inexplicable power, but if that gives them faith in her and what she’s fighting for, she doesn’t mind.

After having her heart broken by Solas, she withdraws, growing quiet and determined.

~*~

Taryn is a huge nerd I love her

[joncronshawauthor]

From Drunken Faeries to Lost Ancients: An Exclusive Chat with Marie Andreas

In the realm of fantasy, few voices resonate as distinctly as that of Marie Andreas. With elven artifacts, whimsical drunken faeries, and worlds that captivate the imagination, Andreas has etched a significant mark on the genre. Today, we peel back the layers of the fantastical, diving deep into the mind of the multi-award-winning SFF author. What inspired you to start writing in the fantasy…

[qzwrites]

Taryn is the POV character of Payment in Kind, and also the youngest of the three of them. The story opens the day after she turns nineteen and is about to leave home to defeat the Demon Lord, which no one wants to help her with because it is a suicide mission.

Her father was a famous adventurer who went to slay the Demon Lord when Taryn was very little, and never even made it to the final outpost of society. Taryn and her mother live on the other side of the world from the Demon Lord’s lair, but things have been getting steadily worse and it is noticeable. (It might be less noticeable if it hadn’t resulted in a big hole in their family.)

Taryn basically spent her whole life prepping to be an adventurer and follow in her father’s footsteps. She is an extremely competent and well-rounded adventurer and kind of very bad at being a teenager/young adult. (She was okay at being a kid but when all the other children in town stopped going to school and started up their apprenticeships, she got serious about training.)

She is what she calls “goal-oriented” and those around her would more likely call “stubborn as a mule”. This is how she ends up on a quest most people consider somewhere on the “waste of time” to “suicidal” spectrum, and also how she breaks through Arai and Beale’s busted-ass relationship.

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

[tilt] muse a to tilt muse b's chin gently to make eye contact + [massage] muse a to massage muse b's shoulders/neck

Thank you for facilitating & enabling 🙏🏻🩷 Taryne & Gwayne getting to hook up. They have been rotating in my brain nonstop & this is what I needed.

“This hardly seems fair at all.”

“Life is rarely fair, ser.” Taryne retorted, her voice low and taunting as she watched him through lidded eyes. Ser Gwayne had already stripped off his boots and his jerkin before he had paused, mid-unlacing the collar of his shirt, to speak. She nodded her head for him to continue, but he didn’t, his hands dropping from his shirt to his hips as he looked at her. His gaze was piercing, questioning even, but it was not appraising.

“I don’t even get to be inside you–what do I need to take my clothes off for?”

“You agreed to my terms. If you want to renege now, go ahead. I can pretend none of this ever came up.”

He looked at her with those big, blue eyes in complete silence. Taryne could almost see the thoughts running through his mind, weighing the costs and benefits of acting fully on the tension between them. She inhaled slowly, watching him watch her as she drummed her fingers on the arm of the dark green settee in his chambers. She contemplated getting up and just going to actually see his sister, calling the whole affair off as a silly whim before finding some way to nurse the sting of losing the brief glimmer of control, retreating back into the comfortable numbness she’d armored herself with for near two decades, but before Taryne could stand he went back to disrobing.

Gwayne yanked the tie at the collar of his shirt loose, letting the white linen open to reveal his collar bones and part of his chest, before pulling it up and over his head to slide down his arms and drop onto the floor. She smirked as she settled back against the cushions to watch him, pleased with herself and her knight all at once. His trousers hit the ground next, and when he awkwardly stepped himself out of the pool of dark brown wool about his ankles she counted Ser Gwayne as completely bare before her. She sat up straighter as a shiver ran down her spine. For once, Taryne held all of the power, all of the dignity. For once, something could be for her amusement. 

Ser Gwayne Hightower was lithe and slender, and freckles stood out on his milk white shoulders. Her eyes raked over him, trailing from his face and down the soft contours of his muscles, following them to the harsh line of his hips and his half hard cock before her gaze drifted back up again. He was still so sure of himself as he walked towards her, but he wasn’t predatory like her husband so often felt.

He knelt before her, and Taryne tilted his chin back with the tips of her fingers so he had to look her in the eye. The blue of his irises was a thin ring around his pupils, desperate want and adoration; she wasn’t sure if she enjoyed how he looked at her or the fact she could make him sit back and let her leave more. “Repeat to me what I told you earlier.”

“You can change your mind whenever you want, I have to ask to touch you anywhere you didn't put my hands, you might not touch me, I must do whatever you say…this might not happen again.”

“How good you are for paying attention.”

He grinned up at her, pleased and preening even as he knelt naked before her. His cockiness was charming in a way, a blessing for Ser Gwayne since it seemed impossible to get rid of completely.

Taryne released his chin and leaned back again. Nerves coursed through her as she fisted the olive colored silk of her skirts, everything suddenly felt so real. Doing the one thing Bryce feared all for what? A new experience? Some pretty knight who was kinder than the one she was stuck with? Some fleeting authority she could desperately grab onto? A kiss where she felt something besides disgust? She exhaled slowly through her nose, and shifted how she sat as she pulled her skirts up to her hips.

Gwayne's gaze was almost reverent as he watched her, and when she held her hands out and beckoned him, he placed his fingers on her upturned palms to let her guide his touch. Another steadying breath, and Taryne parted her legs before placing his hands on her thighs. Ser Gwayne's jaw flexed as he swallowed, and he idly kneaded the soft flesh beneath his hands as his gaze lifted back up to her face.

“Go ahead,” she motioned vaguely downwards, “you wanted to do this.” And she agreed to it. For as long as it was enjoyable at least.

His face disappeared between her thighs, and Taryne almost cried out the moment the flat of his tongue dragged up the seam of her. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair as he mouthed at her cunt, and she let herself sink all the way back into the cushions behind her.

A low moan fell from her lips as Gwayne's tongue swiped through her folds and his nose brushed her clit. Her hold on his hair tightened, and for the briefest of moments she didn't blame Bryce. However, as soon as the thought flashed through her mind she scowled. Taryne wanted to let go of him, to give Gwayne the freedom of motion he deserved, but she didn't. The power to dominate him completely was just as intoxicating as his tongue working inside her, and she moaned again as she let her hips roll up against his face.

She held him flush against her, hungry and precise as his lips moved against her cunt. He groaned into her before latching onto her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves as his fingers dug into her thighs. Gwayne's hands hadn't left where she put them.

Taryne's eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off of the green cushions as she reached her peak, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before, finally, a strangled groan from the back of her throat escaped her. Her hips bucked against his face as his tongue traced circles around the sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, riding out the final waves of pleasure until she was sated and slumping against the cushions once more. She let go of Gwayne's hair, her hand limply resting on top of his head as she panted.

Taryne looked down at him as he rested his cheek on her thigh, nuzzling against her gently. He was breathing heavily too, and when he glanced up at her through his lashes there was still desperate adoration in Ser Gwayne's eyes. Her hand slipped from the top of his head, and she took one of his hands in hers.

“Come here.” Taryne didn't move, simply hoping he would understand what exactly she meant. Gwayne rose to his feet, now fully hard with the flushed head of him beading with moisture, and situated himself onto the settee next to her. Something akin to a whine left him when she took her hand from his, and he leaned into her when she kissed his cheek.

“Was I good?”

“Very good.” She replied, adjusting how she sat in order to face him. Gwayne looked at her hopefully until she motioned for him to turn, and when she gently placed her hands on his shoulders to rub the stiffness from his neck, his back arched away from her.

“Is it that nice?” She asked, chuckling.

“It is.” Gwayne’s voice was strained, breathy almost, like he was struggling to hold back a groan from even so simple and innocent a touch as this. Taryne smiled to herself, even now she still held so much sway over him. Would a little similar care have gone such a long way with her? Eased the ache from Sterlan’s murder, from being kidnapped and married at four and ten? Would she tolerate Bryce, at least?

“I think only one thing could be nicer than this.” Gwayne continued, pulling Taryne from the hole in her thoughts she’d started falling down.

“Have you had so much blood rush from your brain that you forgot what I said at the start of this?” She teased.

“Well, if you think about it, you’re already touching me–ow!” He jerked away from her, but not enough that Taryne could not rest her chin on his shoulder as she giggled into his ear that she’d just nipped at.

“Did you just fucking bite me?”

“I simply went with what seemed easiest for the position we find ourselves in. Is there something you would rather I have done to put you back in your place?”

He turned his head away from her slightly, but she could see the color tinting his cheeks. Taryne leaned forward, pressing against his back, and kissed the sharp line of Gwayne’s jaw. He sighed softly, his head coming to face forward again as it tilted back slightly.

“Something to discuss for next time, I suppose.”

“So there will be a next time?”

“I’ve decided I like you enough for at least twice,” she pulled back from him slightly in order to kiss one of his freckled shoulders, “but I will need convincing to give you what you want.”

“My lady, please. I need it.”

She smiled against his shoulder as he let himself whine; hungry for her touch but unable to force it, and so giving Taryne the pretty show of begging she wanted. She kissed his neck now, brief and light, but that did not stop Gwayne from tilting his head fully away to bare the entirety of his throat to her.

“I think you've been good enough to earn a reward.”

He whined again, wordless and needy, as her nails gently raked down his arm, her fingers stopping on the tops of his hands just before his knuckles. She then lifted her hand from atop his and spit into her palm, unceremonious and undignified, but efficient enough to touch him.

Gwayne immediately stiffened when she fisted his cock, his arms and back strained with tension as he groaned. After a moment his hips rolled with the movement of her hand, the knight relaxing into finally being given the pleasure he'd almost been completely denied.

Even though she knew what she was doing, Taryne felt as awkward and unsure as the first few times her husband had settled for her hands when she was bleeding. Actually wanting to touch a man's cock made the experience feel as new as if it'd never happened before. She kissed his neck again, and she could feel his pulse racing beneath his skin.

Gwayne desperately clutched at her knee and at the cushions, his breath coming jagged through gritted teeth until his hips stuttered and he spent himself on his stomach and her fingers. He was heavy against Taryne as he leaned into her, limbs limp as his head lolled to the side so his forehead could rest against her cheekbone. It was only his closeness that kept the breathy “thank you” from being swallowed up by his panting.

She turned her head slightly, letting her nose brush against his. “You're welcome, sweetling.”

[highqueen-judeduarte]

Cardan: How do you sleep at night?

Jude: On a pile of weapons, like a dragon.

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Taryn: So, what’s it like being married to Jude?

Cardan: Once, I asked her for water while she was mad at me, and she brought me a glass full of ice and said, "Wait."

[queenhunter102]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

(Part 2) you huffed and puffed as you picked up the pale water, walked to the kitchen and felt the sweat drip down your face, leaving a feeling of cool air as you walked, you tried rubbing your face on your shoulder trying to get rid of the feeling but your hair stuck to your face and you could almost feel it knot.

You sighed as you placed the pale of water onto the table, you wiped the feeling of sweat off your face, pushing your hair out of your face and forcing your hair clip to take the loose strand from your face, the knot being the thing the teeth cling to.

Taryn Staell, cleared his throat forcing you to stand straight on instinct, “I thought I told you to clean Prince Aemond’s room” he said sounding annoyed, you closed your eyes, you had forgotten that was your task for this morning.

“L-Lady Alicent asked me to clean the floors”. You say, clasping your hands behind your back, as you hold your breath hoping, praying that Taryn took that excuse, but if you knew him and you believed you did, he wouldn’t.

“Our Lady? – My Lady? Asked for the floors to be cleaned” he said as he walked into your line of sight, you shuddered, Taryn was hardly a tall man, he was short and fat, and you had no idea how he managed to gain a gut as a servant but being favoured by Lady Alicent must come with some luxurious amenities.

“I want your hands,” He said, as he held out his left hand expectantly, you looked between him and his hand a look of confusion flitting across your face, unsure why he would want your hands.

A snarl appeared on his face, as he shook his hand “I know you're a wilding, but surely you are not uncivilised” he spat at you, you jumped a little from his venom, and as you gave him your hands, he snatched them to him, closely inspecting them.

(Sooo, soft launch.... do you want more? ooorrr stick with what I know? i.e. COD?)

[elderwisp]

the forgotten library

[lazysunjade]

E N E I A |

“Eneia” pronounced / eh-nay-uh / or simply / nay-uh / is the elven word for mother. Conversely, “anin” / ah-neen / literally meaning “fawn” is a term of endearment spoken by elders to younger elves; most commonly parents to their children. Despite having a longstanding reign of ruling kings, Lorranian society is primarily matriarchal, and the cultural and familial systems, more often than not, center around the mother of the house. The elven mother does most of the child-rearing and are seen as the most valued person in their children’s lives, well into adulthood. 

Despite growing into his dragon nature with age, Zehel retains a strong emotional connection to Yehl his entire life. His tendency to lean towards Taryn mostly stems from basic understanding; a line which Yehl, naturally, is unable to cross. However, even though Zehel notoriously flies the nest and is away from home most of the time, the bond he formed with his mother as a child never leaves him. That, coupled with a dragon’s fierce love, means he still holds his mother in highest regard. And, as much as he likes to (loudly) complain about Zehel’s absence, Yehl understands his son’s ambition well. Regardless of what Zehel does, Yehl bears the memory of his child being the first, and only pure thing he’d ever known. 

[p-taryn-dactyl]

oh btw guys, when season two of HotD comes out, I will be going insane

i went feral over the teaser trailer

im also full of opinions so if anyone wonders what i think about HotD or GoT plz ask me im so bored