#house of the dragon character info

[witchthewriter]

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

ISTJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral > Evil?

The Emperor Reversed 

Scorpio Sun, Aries Mooon, Pisces Rising

Also known as Aemond One-Eye and later Kinslayer, he was the thirdborn child and secondborn son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower. A notable part of his physical appearance played a big part in his personality; Aemond lost one of his eyes during an altercation with his young cousins in his childhood. In its place he wore a sapphire, but commonly donned an eyepatch as to not frighten ladies at court. 

  The animosity between Rhaenyra and Alicent had been passed on to their children. Rhaenyra’s three sons; Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey despised Alicent’s three; Aegon II, Aemond and Daeron. With each encounter tension brewed and brewed. And none of the ploys of Viserys to draw his family closer to one another worked. In fact, for the boys it did the opposite. 

 In his youth, Aemond held a lot of bitterness for the family members who had dragons and dragon eggs. It tormented him greatly. Yet one night Aemond claimed the biggest dragon in all of Westeros; Vhagar. However, it was upon this night that while he gained one thing invaluable, he lost something in turn. 

  With a fight against four of his cousins, Lucerys wounded Aemond’s face so harshly that his left eye could never be recovered. This had been foreseen by Helaena, Aemond’s eldest and only sister. 

 Aemond seemingly had the closest relationship with his mother out of all her children. His relationship with his father seemed...empty. But in his youth Viserys did oversee some of his training, however, his sickness developed quickly and substantially. 

It was said that Aemond was a great swordsman, but had a dangerous temper. The latter was proved true as he had slain Lucerys and Arrax at Storm’s End. This forced Rhaenyra’s hand and the Dance of the Dragons began. 

[daenysthedreamer101]

Princess Daena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon and Rhea Royce

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hiii i was thinking of getting into editing (really wannt to make fan edits of shows) does any one have recommendations for video editing programmes, audio converters and where to get scene packs! anything would be great!!

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Commissions Open!!

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

My brain refuses to sleep, so more drabbling! Probably modern-ish AU?

Steve makes a career for himself as a re-decorator (or de-decorator, as he loves to call himself). His clientele are those celebrities who rose to fame so quickly they have plenty of money, but they don't have time to make their houses feel like home. They just bought penthouses and mansions and now live in homes that are fancy, but they feel like hotels.

Steve is there to fix that.

One of his clients is the hard working rockstar Eddie Munson whose life path went from a trailer park to couch surfing to living with 4 people in a tiny apartment, then suddenly tours, hotels and boom! He has a house that looks like an IKEA prop.

He doesn't hide his distaste at the pristine condition of the place (yes, Eddie has a cleaner). "Oh god. A beige carpet?" he scoffs and he sounds so bitchy Eddie decides he likes him already.

He likes him even more when Steve puts on reading glasses. Damn.

Over coffee, they discuss what Eddie wants. Except Steve doesn't just...tell him. He doesn't give him any hints. He just keeps asking about Eddie's favorite colors, what movies he likes, does he have hobbies apart from music? Can Steve see some of the items that bring him comfort?

And Eddie's surprised. "Shouldn't you, like...be telling me what I'm supposed to want?" he asks the gorgeous man who almost wails when he sees the vase with fresh flowers ("This is the third place in a row that has this fugly thing! Is it like a status symbol? Uh, tasteless.").

And Steve just stares at him. "Uh, Mr. Munson?"

"Eddie."

Steve nods. "Eddie. Why should I have any say in what you want? If you ask me what's practical, easy to clean, what bounces off light well, that's another thing. But in matters of taste...you're the boss. You live here, I don't. (Pity, Eddie thinks) Now, let's change this place into somewhere you actually like staying, hm?"

They spend the whole afternoon talking. Eddie opens up about what he loved before the touring and expectations from his agent took that from him. He talks about the Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy in general, and Steve listens, makes tons of notes and asks questions that make Eddie's heart bleed, such as "and who is your favorite Lord of the Rings character?" and "you mentioned elves, dwarves, orcs, wizards...so what is your favorite group?" and "which DnD class would you be then? I guess a bard? Is that too obvious?". Now, Steve doesn't know much about these things, but learns quickly and works with the info he has.

They walk through the house again, with Steve making notes and wincing at transgressions against humanity or at least against his taste in things ("Oh ew. EW. Glossy finish on a kitchen counter? What is this, a future crime scene?") and Eddie feeling equally amused and curious. Eddie orders dinner for them, it goes something like:

"I don't know what would be appropriate, any preferences?"

"Eddie, there's no time or space when pizza is not appropriate."

"What about a funeral?"

"It puts fun in a funeral."

"Touché."

They follow up on a bunch more things. Steve notices Eddie fidgeting and asks him like the mindreader he is if perhaps the place is too clean for him. "Minimalism is what everyone's trying to push," Steve says, not without sympathy, "but it's not for everyone. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like a person who'd love a more....personal, cluttered space."

And god, Eddie feels so seen. He tells Steve about all his favorite books and trinkets that he lost during a horrible earthquake in Indiana, so when he moved to the city it was just some clothes and his two guitars. Steve makes so many notes. "I've seen quite a lot of collectibles for your beloved trilogy," he says with a hint of a smile. "Is that something you'd like in your home?" Eddie can't nod any faster.

They talk about the budget (Eddie just scoffs at that, for the first time in his life money is not an issue), Eddie's absolute no go things ("No more vases, please! PLEASE. Also maybe the one room that can stay as it is is the studio, there's no decor"), if he has issues touching any materials, if he wants to keep any areas in the house neutral for visitors (he doesn't). Then finally, he asks Eddie if he wants to be more consulted or surprised.

And Eddie, tired and surprisingly relaxed from talking to Steve, just grins and says: "Surprise me, big boy."

Steve just smirks and makes one more note. "Oh, I will, Eddie."

...

Eddie goes on yet another tour for a couple of months, which is the ideal time for Steve to start working on the house.

Steve sometimes texts Eddie random choices, such as "Rohan or Gondor or both?" or "what's the best pub in the Middle Earth?" and Eddie usually trips over his feet trying to get to his phone after concerts to see if maybe he has another message from Steve. He learns bits and pieces about the man as well - he has a younger brother, Dustin, who is into the same stuff that Eddie is. Sometimes it goes like this:

STEVE: What's the best battle in the LotR movies?

EDDIE: The Ride of the Rohirrim, duh!

STEVE: Dustin says you're wrong, it's the last stand at the gates of Mordor.

EDDIE: The disrespect to king Théoden!

And finally, the big day comes. Eddie meets with Steve at the door. From the outside, the house still looks boring, but that's what they agreed on. At least for now.

But there's one notable difference and Eddie gasps when he sees it.

"I know we said no changes on the outside," said Steve sheepishly, "but I took the liberty to make one slight change."

Where the door used to be bland and white, it is now carved with silver etchings. It replicates the Doors of Durin. Eddie loves it.

Steve smiles at him. "Speak friend and enter, right? Dustin told me. Anyways, are you ready?"

Turns out, Eddie wasn't ready. Steve took all of the shiny and sterile surfaces and turned them into something beautiful.

The kitchen is now in warmer colors, brown and green, imitating the Green Dragon inn, plaque included.

Guest rooms have been changed, each to represent a group or a nation of the Middle Earth. Eddie thinks his uncle will love the Rohirrim one.

No more vases are to be seen, but Steve got potted plants ("almost immortal, as long as your housekeeper waters them once a week or so").

Eddie howls in laughter when he sees that Steve somehow managed to disguise all his security cameras as tiny eyes of Sauron.

The bathroom is inspired by the Rivendell, with soft tones and nods to Elvish architecture.

Eddie's bedroom resembles the Shire, with round shapes and homely motifs.

But Eddie's absolute favorite is the living room.

The only things that remain there that he bought are the massive TV and his stereo system with records. The rest though...

Gone is the ugly and sharp couch that looked like a geometry exercise. The new one is large and comfortable, with a couple of armchairs to finish the cozy feel. The coffee table and TV stand are more rough looking, with decorative ironwork. And then, around the room and on the walls...

"Oh wow," whispers Eddie and Steve beams at him.

There are collectibles and figurines that young Eddie Munson would have killed for. A replica of the Narsil hangs over the TV. It's cluttered but tasteful, still easy to clean, but Eddie always has something to touch, to play with.

And then he spots the bookcase and actually sobs. "What the fuck, Steve?" he asks, but there's no anger, just awe. "How did you know?"

The bookcase is full of Eddie's most beloved books, all that he told Steve about and more, but it's not just that. These aren't just pristine new prints - Steve managed to get both those and well-loved used copies. Most of them are the same editions that Eddie had before the earthquake. He runs his trembling finger over the back of the Hobbit and it feels like home.

"That was the hardest part," says Steve and leaves Eddie to rummage through the books, the old DnD guides and used comic books. "But I assumed you're sick of new and shiny. In fact, most of the collectibles are already used as well. They have some history. As for the books, uh..." He scratches his neck, embarrassed. "I will be honest, I don't read much. Dyslexia and some issues with the eyes, although audio books are making it more possible for me now. So I had to ask Dustin for help. We looked for editions published before the earthquake. I hope we got some of them right?"

Eddie just mutters "Sorry, I'm about to do something really unprofessional now" and pulls Steve into a bear hug. And Steve reciprocates.

"Fuck, this...this is everything," says Eddie into his shoulder. "How did you do this? Are you magic. You must be magic."

Steve grins. "I take it the surprise was a success then?"

Eddie finally pulls back. He would have loved to keep embracing Steve for a bit longer, but boundaries. "A total one. Wow. I mean. It's a lot, but so good. SO GOOD. How can I repay you?"

"You already paid me, Eddie."

"You know what I mean!" Eddie points and the books and apparently also a DVD collection he now owns. "This must have been so much more work than you normally do, no? I doubt every client has you memorize the members of the Fellowship."

"Not just that, but also why Sam is the best," Steve smiles at him and fuck. Eddie might be in love. "It was more than usual, but I loved it, Eddie. That's why I like my job so much, helping people find themselves again. You don't owe me anything. Although, if you're offering..."

"I'm listening."

Steve runs his fingers through that majestic hair. "So, I didn't tell Dustin that I was decorating the house for you, but he's a huge fan of your music. Like, massive, has every album, has been following your career from the start. And feel free to tell me it's too much, you are my client after all, but...he'd love to meet you. Over a pizza, maybe? The plain ham and cheese one you like so it doesn't have too many flavors?"

And Eddie melts. Because Steve still remembers his pizza choice from months ago, even though this definitely wasn't in his notes. He decides there and then that Steven Harrington is a national treasure.

"Sure, big boy," he smiles at Steve, and hopes he didn't imagine Steve leaning into the touch. "How about you invite him over for a movie night or something? With pizza of course."

It looks like Steve could kiss him, but he doesn't. Not yet. That only happens a week later, when they bump into each other in Eddie's kitchen when they scramble to make more popcorn for Dustin.

Steve stays the next night. And maybe a few after that. Always in a different themed bedroom.

They travel for work a lot, but when they are both in Chicago, they always meet in the Green Dragon kitchen, cuddle in the bed that would be far too large for a hobbit, and in the night, Eddie wraps himself around Steve and whispers: "My preciousssss."

And Steve can't really complain, because it's his fault that his boyfriend has re-discovered his dorkiness, so why would he mind?

[felassan]

Upcoming DA:TV art book The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard now has a listing on Dark Horse (two). There will be a regular edition and a Deluxe edition available of the book. The listing gives the release date of the book as October 30th 2024 (for both editions). The artbook for DA:I came out on the same date or very close to it [iirc] as the game itself, so I wonder if the release date of the DA:TV artbook is indicative of around when DA:TV's release date will be. [source, two, via]

The image at the top of this post is the bonus stuff that comes with the Deluxe edition.

Regular edition book blurb:

"Explore the world of Thedas in BioWare's latest fantasy epic, Dragon Age: The Veilguard, with this incredible, oversized art book! Take a look behind-the-scenes and experience the world through new eyes with stunning concept art! See characters as you've never seen them before—from concept to final design, explore the world and varied cultures of Thedas with splash art designs and props from the beautiful locales in the game, and inspect the armory—examining in detail hundreds of weapons and armor! Created in collaboration with the developers at BioWare, this art book showcases the painstaking detail with which Thedas has been lovingly crafted." [source]

Regular edition book info:

"CREATORS Writer: BioWare Genre: Fantasy Publication Date: October 30, 2024 Format: FC, 256 pages; HC; 9" x 12" Price: $49.99 Age range: 16+ ISBN-10: 1-50673-296-8 ISBN-13: 978-1-50673-296-1" [source]

Deluxe edition book blurb:

"BioWare, the game team behind the fantasy epic Dragon Age: The Veilguard invites you to take a look behind-the-scenes and experience their creative journey bringing the world of Thedas to life in this luxuriously oversized, deluxe edition art book! See characters as you've never seen them before—from concept to final design, explore the world and varied cultures of Thedas with splash art designs and props from the beautiful locales in the game, and inspect the armory—examining in detail hundreds of weapons and armor! Created in collaboration with the developers at BioWare, this art book showcases the painstaking detail with which Thedas has been lovingly crafted. The deluxe edition features: - An elegant foil-stamped slipcase and cover - Gilded pages - A ribbon book marker - Two lithographic art prints housed in a sleek portfolio" [source]

Deluxe edition book info:

"CREATORS Writer: BioWare Genre: Fantasy, Art Book Publication Date: October 30, 2024 Format: FC, 256 pages; HC; 9" x 12" Price: $99.99 Age range: 16+ ISBN-10: 1-50673-298-4 ISBN-13: 978-1-50673-298-5" [source]

[source, two, via]

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

( ✧ MY MASTERLIST! ✧ )

[ Will be updated in time, so be sure to check / refresh ] Some will not have links as they are not posted yet.

Want to know where else you can find me? Here.

Tips and tricks for baby writer's. Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

"The only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon was itself.." [ Mix of HOTD and Modern AU ]

Aegon II Taragaryen - "The Upsurger King"

"Let the ravens fly that the realm may know the pretender is dead, and their true king is coming home to reclaim his father's throne."

The History Book on the Shelf. ( Complete )

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Promise not to drop me? Only a fool would drop you. ( Complete )

Pt 1 Pt 2

Wanna wrap my hands around your neck. ( Complete )

Pt 1

Pt 2

Will you pray for me? ( Complete )

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Like real people do. ( Complete )

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Small council, cherry tarts and dragon dreams.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

In the dark of the night.

Run rabbit, run run run.

A glimpse of us.

Oh, who is she?

From my blood, comes your ruin.

The worst guy to share a blunt with.

Aemond Targaryen - "The One Eyed"

"Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

The Baratheon Curse. ( Complete )

Pt 1 Pt 2

Small council, cherry tarts and dragon dreams.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

A game I couldn't lose.

Don't touch what is mine.

S-I-M-P

Either way what bliss.

I was gone for five fuckin' minutes.

Helaena Targaryen - "The Dragon Dreamer"

"It is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another. If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away."

Small council, cherry tarts and dragon dreams.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

You have so much to do, and I have nothing ahead of me.

Alicent Hightower - "The Green Queen"

"The city is yours, Princess. But you will not hold it long. The rats play when the cat is gone, but my son Aemond will return with fire and blood.."

I hope the guilt kills you.

Jacaerys Velaryon - "The Lord Strong"

"For my mother, for my family, I will fight till my last breath.."

I don't want to be his Queen, I want to go home.

THE CONQUEROR REBORN. [ A HOTD FANFIC ]

"Twas' a tangled web Roselyn Hightower found herself in. Weaved so intimately with Aegon and Helaena Targaryen."

Chapter / Excerpts.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Book Info.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Edits.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

THE PINK PONY CLUB. [ A HOTD x MODERN AU FANFIC ]

"In every other universe, Roselyn Hightower would find Helaena Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen. And in every other universe, it does not end well for them."

Chapter / Excerpts.

1 2 3 4

Book Info.

1 2 3 4 5

Edits.

1 2 3

DEAD FICS / I WILL NEVER WRITE FOR THESE FANDOM, CHARACTER'S, ETC. AGAIN.

Wednesday [ TV Show ]

Watch my heart burn. ( Complete & Discontinued )

Pt 1 Pt 2

House of the Dragon.

Burn. ( Complete & Discontinued )

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

By your side. ( Complete & Discontinued )

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Six of Crows. [ TV Show ]

When your older. ( Complete & Discontinued )

Pt 1 Pt 2

Haven't I given enough?

Percy Jackson.

I just died in your arms. ( Complete & Discontinued )

Pt 1 Pt 2

Old enough to understand.

Close your eyes.

The Boys.

Doin' Time.

A leap of faith.

The other woman.

The Walking Dead.

5 stages of grief.

The Hobbit.

Never trust a spell.

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[perpetuallyobsessed0613]

Fontaine Characters Headcanons/Theories

Some of this info is known cause the siblings info got released but still:

Focalors

Hedonist

Really only in it for entertainment (she’s just….kinda a loser 💀💀💀😭😭😭)

Hot-headed, a little childish, gives Neuvillette a hard time (yeeeah)

Would give up her Gnosis in a heartbeat if it was needed to place a bet

But would fight tooth and nail to get it back if she lost the bet

Hydro Archon (confirmed)

Hydro (confirmed, duh) /Sword (confirmed based on her Statue of the Seven)

Arlecchino

Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers

The Knave

Used to be an actress

Method actress, used methods so outlandish she was kicked from theater

From Fontaine originally (HAH I WAS RIGHT)

Used to be an orphan

Runs an orphanage called House of the Hearth, uses it to recruit Fatui agents (!!!!!)

Those aren't gloves on her hands, she bears a curse or she's been turned into a non human entity

Pyro vision/Sword (leaks confirm she’s a Polearm!)

Cryo Delusion

Neuvillette

Stone cold serious type (he’s literally the sweetest I love him????)

Huge proponent of justice (yup!)

Chief Justice of Fontaine

Puts up with Focalors’s attitude (Pretty much 😭)

Loyal to Archon (or is he)

Descended from mermaids (YALL YALL APPARENTLY HE'S THE HYDRO DRAGON SOVEREIGN???????!!!! WTF OMG)

Waiting for Wriothesley to slip up so he can put him in the slammer once and for all (political rival mayhaps idk)

His name deconstructed means "new city": mayhaps he's awaiting a moment to dethrone the archon and reconstruct Fontaine?

Hydro/Sword (apparently he's a Catalyst user,,,,missed the opportunity to give him a fencing sword as a weapon but whatever ig)

Clordine

Assistant to Neuvillette

Bodyguard (yeeeah)

Prosecutor of Fontiane

Detail oriented, nothing gets past her

Vicious and Merciless (literally kinda the opposite but kinda not)

Eventually goes up against Arlecchino

Navia is her arch nemesis, seems as though Goldilocks is the only one having fun with their game of cat & mouse (the way I was off)

Electro (confirmed) /new weapon: Gun (Sword!)

Lyney

Super protective of Lynette (rightfully so holy shit) 

Loves the chase

Cunning (eeeeh)

Very street smart (I mean kinda yeah)

You can’t tell whether he’s putting up a front, actually enjoys his web of lies, or a little bit of both

This man's gonna get used while thinking he's using the person that's using him at some point (oh Arlecchino I swear to god you better not)

Pyro (confirmed)/Bow (confirmed)

Lynette

Something has happened to her in the past (…..well that was dark)

She’s not temperamental at all (yup)

She doesn’t smile too easily (mhm)

Strongest bond with Lyney (they twins lesgo)

Perceptive and agile (very!)

Lynette escapes her brother’s net of safety to save the traveler at some point (not so likely)

Anemo (confirmed) /Sword (confirmed)

Freminet

Youngest sibling (yup)

introverted/enjoys personal space and quiet (lmfao I knew it)

Love for the water

Renowned Diver of the Court of Fontaine (confirmed)

Silent protector of both his older siblings (idrk)

Highkey that smartest book-wise out of the siblings (again idk)

Cryo (confirmed) /Claymore (confirmed)

Sigewinne

Healer

Alchemist

Provides treatment for Wriothesley’s visual impairment

If not treatment, then she prefers sweet tasting drinks and Wriothesley prefers bitter but she still tries to get him on her new concoctions

Sibling dynamic/found family w/ Wriothesley

Hydro/Catalyst

Wriothesley

May or may not be somewhat visually impaired

If so, not particularly compliant with treatment

If not treatment, then he prefers bitter tasting drinks and sometimes humors Sigewinne by trying her new concoctions, mostly just pretends he’s converted to sweet and then goes for coffee or tea anyways

Likes to tease Sigewinne

Sibling dynamic/found family w/ Sigewinne

Investigator for Fontaine justice system (woeful news, he's a police officer. like not even a detective dude?)

Seems pretty chilled out, strategic, could be leading the organized crime w/Navia in secret

if he is secretly running robinhood-esque crimes with navia, then...Neuvillette sniffs something suspicious but never has the evidence to back it oop

Pyro/Claymore (He’s a Cryo Catalyst but his fists go boom boom like Heizou)

Navia

Gives off Focalors vibes (was very wrong)

Playful (yeah I mean yeah)

Career Thief OR

Notorious organized criminal in Fontaine (literally what was I on)

Robin Hood of the sewers (I mean I was kinda sorta a tiny bit right)

Crafty, craftsman (ummm I guess her mind is?)

Super sweet, wonderful character (loved her so yes)

Loves messing with Clordine by making her think she's got her but escaping right in the nick of time (….needless to say I was way off)

Geo (confirmed)/Catalyst (claymore actually)

[darksvster]

Announcing...

House of the Dragon Season 1 Script Excerpts

I got my hands on the scripts for episodes 2-10 and was able to grab quotes/scenes to share. I will be posting them once a day under the tag #HOTDS1Script here and on Twitter.

More Info ↓

FAQ

Q: How did you get these scripts?

A: They are available to read at the WGA Library in LA. You must go in physically to the library and you can not copy or photograph scripts.

Q: Why are there huge watermarks?

A: This took a LOT of time. I had to go into the library on my day off, handwrite these scenes while reading them, put them into the proper script formatting, then style them. It took a lot of work, and people often take content without crediting in fandom.

Q: Can you find ___ scene for me?

A: I’m open to questions but I did not have a lot of time so I scanned through the scripts for scenes I was interested in. If I go back in the future, I am open to taking requests.

Q: Has the script been edited by you?

A: The only edits I made were for brevity. I cut out whenever a character had their entire name listed or all of their titles, and I summarized scenes we’ve already seen on screen in parentheses.

Q: This scene doesn't make sense...

A: The scripts are not always consistent with the final episode. Some of these are early script drafts. If something doesn’t make sense, the creative team obviously decided to go in a different direction for the scene.

Q: Why do some episodes have more quotes than others?

A: I ran out of time reading these scripts. The library isn’t open for a long time and I was on a limited schedule. Whatever feels lacking is probably due to my time constraints.

Due to the word limit on Twitter, details on the date the script was written, who wrote it, and which revision it is will not be on the Twitter posts but they will be included on each Tumblr post.

Finally, even with watermarks, I know people will repost my work without crediting me. If you do decide to repost the specific edit, please do not remove my watermark. If you decide to share the content with others, please credit my account directly. If you have more questions about specific ships, I did a more specific FAQ for ships.

Answered Questions

Is there any description of the dragons?

Do Alicent and Criston have a sexual relationship?

Do you have scenes from Driftmark re: Larys/Alicent/Criston, or the "spoiled cunt" Criston scene?

Where are the other Rhaewin/Harwin scenes?

Will we get Helaena dragon dreams scenes? Or any scenes between her and Aegon or her and Alicent?

Are there any Daemyra missing scenes?

Do you have the Daemyra choking scene from Episode 10?

Do you have anything on Rhaenys?

Do you have anything on Aegon?

When are you posting these excerpts? What order are you posting them in?

Anything on Cristonyra? Or Lucemond?

What are your favorite episodes?

How many excerpts do you have in total?

[witchthewriter]

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧

ISFJ

Ravenclaw

Lawful Good

The Empress Reversed

Virgo Sun, Libra Moon, Cancer Rising

The daughter of Lord Rodrik Arryn and Princess Daella Targaryen, thus making her the granddaughter of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen and his sister-wife, Queen Alysanne Targaryen. 

   Aemma was the fifth child of Rodrik, and the only child of Daella, who was the Lord’s second wife. Tragetically, Aemma’s mother died during childbirth. 

 She became Queen upon Jahaerys’ death, as he chose Viserys as heir. During the early stages in her marriage, she became pregnant multiple times but all resulted in miscarriages. 

   Before Rhaenyra was born, she had an older brother who had been carried to term, and was birthed. However, he unfortunately died in the cradle. The only other baby that was carried to term was Baelon, who died alongside Aemma. 

  Even though Aemma was half Targaryen, she did not bond nor ride a dragon. The reason for this is because she was raised in The Vale, far away from dragons as well as the Targaryen culture. 

   Aemma’s mother, Daella, was also afraid of dragons - never having claimed one for herself. And she didn’t prioritise a dragon egg for Aemma’s cradle. 

Rhaenyra absolutely loved her mother, and what happened to her affected Rhaenyra greatly. She saw marriage as a death promise for women - having to produce heir after heir, until it killed them. 

[cloudmancy]

I have no desire to get you in trouble but I would be curious to hear your thoughts on the new episode and the preview because I also have.. thoughts and I'm interested in what other people clocked as not great or kinda.. idk. other people's concerns, because I have had a lot of them and I never see people really talk about those things

they're doing a new format this season where they film a bunch of rp episodes in a row then take a break when there's a battle so the crew can get the battleset ready, so I understand the dissonance. but the tone of this episode from the tone of last episode was SO jarring. I was ready to chew drywall at the end of episode 17 but we head into the episode 18 fight and at the end all I can say is... damn! that sure is a battle that happened. the entire fight felt really low-stakes even though objectively a few of the bad kids were in mortal danger, but the mood at the table was so relaxed and chill and there was almost no roleplay at all... which drove me so crazy

>no rp except for fun silly party stuff (no callbacks to the adaine elven oracle in a storm thing? after all the fun setup last time??)

>fought 8 different antagonists and none of them said a word

>nobody questioned why or what oisin's grandma or all those dragon were doing there they just started taking them out one by one like raid battles in world of warcraft

>cassandra/nightmare king showed up only to not make any impact or get a single word in

>dos2 lady vengeance fight did the floating boat/ballistas/dragon fight better SMH

and then after all of that we're headed straight into ANOTHER battle episode judging by the preview... and it's against the rat grinders and porter/jace! let me out I want PLOT & DIALOGUE fhjy cannot end like this (5 hours straight of battle where they just kill everyone that moves). there's 2 eps left so I really hope they do the last ep as a 4 hour long roleplay only epilogue episode because as we've all seen ending campaigns on a battle leads to frankly really rushed character and world decisions. it's ultra disappointing too because I loved this entire season so much so far. the setup and buildup and plot points and mystery of fhjy is the best they've ever done it in dimension 20 period

ep 18 fhjy battle was a letdown to me... not giving the party an rp episode after 3 hours of loredump + going straight into a final battle without being able to interact with the world after gaining info is bad. they should've had a chance to process everything they learned about house sunstone, porter's plan, the rat grinders being used as ascension fodder, whatever the whole deal behind ambrosia and lucy frostkettle and why they needed a helios cleric in buddy IN ROLEPLAY. I don't want all this stuff explained to me after the battle by brennan or in some throwaway lines in the adventuring party - I want the bad kids to talk to people! I want them to investigate! I want fig to pull some BS with porter knowing the full extent of all his plans. it really sucks for us as an audience too to be hit with all this lore and get approximately 0 time for it to sink into the implications of how the worldbuilding was shaped by it or realizations of "ohhh that's why that happened at the beginning of the season" before we go straight into killing everyone.

with the way this is going I don't have any confidence they're gonna be able to actually empathize at all with the rat grinders too before they start lopping heads off because in battle episodes everyone kind of just. becomes numbers and an objective to take out except for pet favourite npcs of the cast. and they've mostly been interacting with the rat grinders as nuisances all season 😭 I'm PRAYING to be proven wrong and the last 2 episodes of this are fantastic but it's not looking good folks

[chloesolace]

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 - 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 [𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2]

summary: The day of your arranged wedding has come, and a new alliance is forged. Despite what you know about your new husband, his presence alone is enough to make your heeks flush and your hands shake. But would it be so bad to give in to these things you are feeling? Aemond, for one, seems to have made his mind up about you. Though the royal succession is a strong wind to withstand, and the future is never clear.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: making out, strangers trying to take the reader’s clothes off as part of a wedding tradition, no smut; fade to black

a/n: I can’t wait to see adult Aemond in a few weeks!

Part 1

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All eyes were on you as you stepped into the throne room. On the right side, you spotted your mother and siblings surrounded by guards, as your stepfather Daemon Targaryen took his spot next to you in your late father’s stead. Your siblings looked worried, but when you met your mother’s eyes, she offered you a reassuring smile. She knew you were making a huge sacrifice, and she was proud of you for that. 

Music started playing as you put one foot forward and took hold of your stepfather’s arm, your gaze glued to the stone floor beneath you. The beautiful, cream colored dress you wore squeezed your waist so that you feared you would faint then and there, since the chest piece consisted of a corset partially made out of metal. The sleeves were of the same material, resting upon your shoulders and shaped like relaxed dragon wings, hidden underneath your maiden’s cloak which bore the colors of House Targaryen and House Velaryon. 

You raised your gaze only for it to land on the iron throne behind the altar, partially hidden by ornaments and decorations. The throne was not at the center of today’s festivity, and yet, it was the reason that the civil war broke out in the first place, and the reason why you had to marry a man you barely knew. When you were little, before your mother brought you to Dragonstone, you played with Queen Alicent’s children, but the memories of it had faded long ago, leaving only blurred images and memories of feelings.

“Your mother would want me to say that you are doing the right thing,” whispered Daemon when you looked to the left, where the groom's mother and her other children stood. It pained you to see Helaena, since you had spent a lot of time together when you were younger. They all had grown so much, you would have never recognized them on the street. 

“And what do you want to say?” You asked, your voice sounding the most emotionless it had been in years. You heard people whisper as you slowly passed them, and the name ‘Strong’ rang in your ear, but you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on walking. 

“That you should run if you want to.” His voice was even quieter now, and for a moment it seemed like you actually contemplated the idea, but then you looked at Daemon and offered him a weak smile. 

“I will be okay,” you said, which ended the conversation. 

The wedding altar had been placed before the iron throne was made of dark stone, and you almost felt a hint of remorse for those who had been tasked with bringing it here. Usually, weddings took place in a sept, but since this was very likely to be the most important wedding of the century, Aegon had allowed to use the throne room for it. 

The septon who would officiate the wedding smiled at you as you took your place next to Aemond, who was wearing an own version of the wedding cloak, only his was kept solely in the colors of House Targaryen. Underneath, you saw a black vest and parts of the Targaryen sigil. You looked up at your fiance, taking in the eye patch and scar that appeared from underneath it, while the septon gestured for you both to take each other's hands.

Aemond’s skin felt warm on yours, and you only noticed that your hands shook when he gently squeezed them, making you raise your gaze to meet his eyes once more. The entire throne room was looking at you both, while the septon spoke about a holy union, but looking into Aemond’s eye, the moment felt surprisingly private and intimate. He offered you a faint smile, most likely in an effort to reassure you further, and you smiled back, which made him visibly relax.

You were so caught up in your silent communication that you tensed when Daemon placed his hands on your shoulders, ready to take off your maiden’s cloak. You nodded at your stepfather when he joined your mother and siblings, your cloak in his hands. It was an old tradition for the father to take the bride’s cloak when the time came, and even though you always got along well with Daemon, a part of you wished it was your real father standing next to your mother now. 

For the first time, the gathered could marvel at your dress and the beautiful handiwork. You even saw Aemond admire the way the material hugged your body, and the dragon wing shaped sleeves that made you look like you were the embodiment of dragon flame. 

“Princess.” You turned your head towards the septon when he addressed you, and you quickly realized it was your sign to proceed with the ceremony, so you let go of Aemond’s hands and turned your back towards him. Without his hands or eyes to anchor you, a brief wave of panic overcame you and you cursed yourself for how pathetic that sounded. You told yourself that you would be brave. It was the responsibility you carried as heir. 

You felt Aemond’s presence behind you when he stepped forward to place his cloak on your shoulders, the soft fabric warming your naked arms. His hands lingered on your shoulders, and gently brushed down your arms when he lowered them again, something that caused some of the spectators to whisper. You drew in a breath, reminded of the time you spent together on Zaelix, when he’d held your waist and you’d felt free for the first time in years.

You turned to face him again, taking your hands in his, and waited for the septon to allow you both to speak before proceeding. 

“With this kiss,” Aemond and you began in unison, “I pledge my love, and take you for my-”

“-lady and wife.”

“-lord and husband.”

Your eyes dropped to Aemond’s lips as the words left yours, and you caught yourself wondering if they were as soft as they looked. He was so close that you could smell him; an earthy note with a hint of leather. 

“With the power given to me, I declare you man and wife. From today on, you are one flesh, one heart, and one soul. Now, and forever. You may kiss.” The septon lowered his head in respect, taking a small step back to offer you two some space. 

Your lips parted as Aemond placed his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you to meet his lips. Applause erupted from all around you, and all the tension you had felt in your body before eased when Aemond placed his other hand on your cheek and pulled away slowly. 

The tingling in your stomach made you open your eyes, realizing that you wanted to kiss him again, but it would not be appropriate and you had enough self-control to behave like the princess you were raised to be. Still, you were reminded yet again of when Aemond took you to your dragon and went against his brother, the king he swore to serve, by letting you go for a ride. 

The feast that followed was mostly uneventful, except for the numbers of men who got drunk on the finest wine House Targaryen could afford. Loud chatter swallowed any attempt at conversation that you tried to make with Aemond, especially when the food was served and the clinking of forks on plates increased the volume even more.

Your new mother-in-law gave you disapproving looks all evening, but you noticed Aegon trying to ease her repeatedly, until he must have given her the order to behave, because at some point she stopped even looking at you. It helped that she was seated on the other side of the banquet table, out of your sight. But it did not help with the loss of appetite you experienced as you pushed a piece of meat around with a fork. 

Then, Aegon stood, his goblet raised towards the ceiling and silenced the room with a single word. All eyes were on him, despite some people being barely able to stand. The part you had dreaded the entire night came, you knew it the moment Aegon’s eyes fell onto you and your new husband. “It is time for the bedding,” he declared, clearly having had his fair share of liquor himself. 

You clenched your teeth, hating how every man in the room turned to look at you with hunger in their eyes. Some women were eyeing Aemond in a similar way, but you could only drop your gaze to the half-eaten plate before you and try to ignore the burning in your cheeks. 

Next to you, your mother put her hand on yours and leaned in to say something, but loud singing interrupted her before she could even speak.

Two men you had never seen before walked around the table, as they threw their drinks on the ground as if the throne room was a simple tavern smallfolk would visit. But your disgust turned to horror when they grabbed your arms and dragged you from your seat, tearing at the fabric of your dress. The tradition was old and respected by most, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of being undressed by strange men. 

Your mother  told them to stop, but the men were too drunk to think straight, so they continued singing their sea shanty instead, about the daughter of a captain and the untamable waves of the sea. It made you sick. 

Just as a woman reached for Aemond, he stood from his seat and wrapped an arm around your waist gently. “Traditions are all good and well,” he said, loud enough for the gathered to hear. “But you’ve all clearly had too much to drink.” The booing almost made you roll your eyes and even move a bit closer towards Aemond, which he must have registered without looking at you, since he tightened his arm around your waist. 

“The bedding will take place!” Exclaimed Aegon before falling back into his chair laughing. 

“That is quite enough,” intervened your mother as she gestured for you and Aemond to leave, just as Queen Alicent made a snarky remark you were too exhausted to pay attention to.

You felt relieved when Aemond started guiding you out of the throne room, followed only by a handful of servants who had probably been assigned to show you to the quarters. You noticed that you were clinging to Aemond’s robes when you entered a corridor, letting the door fall shut behind you. The sudden silence was deafening as you let go of Aemond’s clothes to rub the palms of your hands together nervously. 

You could not look up at him, too big was the unease about what was going to happen. Would he force you to do things you did not want to do? Would he claim you as property, despite it being against the agreement between Queen Alicent and your mother? He could do what he wanted behind closed doors, after all.

Suddenly, the servants stopped in front of a door and lowered their heads. You looked around, trying to figure out which wing you were in, since you had been too busy thinking about the possible outcomes of the night. It was easy to get lost in thought when Aemond helped you navigate the castle, but as you both came to a halt, he removed his arm from your waist. 

“Thank you,” he said to the maids, and they bowed their heads again, before leaving you both alone. 

Aemond did not seem keen on letting the silence between you become uncomfortable, since he immediately moved to open the door and let you inside. The room was large, with a king sized bed on the right side and a red velvet carped on the stone floor. You heard the door close behind you, but you did not turn as you looked around, taking in the paintings that hung on the walls and the chandelier above your head, until your gaze landed on the bed. 

You swallowed, before finally turning to face Aemond. He looked at you softly, his black clothes seemingly blending in with his surroundings. A sudden shiver came over you, and you missed the cloak he had put around your shoulders during the ceremony. 

“I will not force you to do anything tonight, Lady (y/n),” he said genuinely, but you took your time to answer. There were no chairs in the room, so you were forced to sit on the bed to relieve your aching feet, watching as he leaned against the bed frame first, but you moved over a little to make space and gestured for him to take a seat. You’d have to sleep in the same bed tonight anyway, refusing to sit next to him would have been ridiculous.

“I appreciate it,” you replied and Aemond nodded at you as he sat down, eye wandering around the room in thought. You looked at him silently. It was the first time you two were so alone in such an intimate environment. Yes, the dragon ride had been more physical, but now you could properly look at him for the first time. At his scars, and the way they disappeared underneath his eye patch. You raised a hand to touch his face but stopped when he tensed. 

“I remember when that happened.” Your voice was quiet, your hand still lingering in the air. “I don’t remember much from when we were younger, but… I do remember that. There was blood everywhere when my brother took your eye.” 

Aemond pressed his lips together, and you saw him reaching for the eye patch, but his hand dropped before he could do it, so you decided to touch the leather, watching as Aemond closed his eye in response. “Why do you wear that?” You whispered, tracing the leather band wrapped around his head. 

“I do not wish to scare the ladies at court.” Your heart ached when his words reached your ears, and you could see on his face that it must have bothered him a lot.

You cupped his cheek, continuing to stroke the leather with your thumb. His lips parted, gaze jumping between your eyes and mouth. 

“Do you think you scare me?” You asked, but he didn’t answer. “I am not a mere lady at court. I have been born into war and bloodshed, my earliest memory is of it. I have seen bodies rot and men die. So, no. You do not scare me, Aemond. And you do not have to hide in front of me.” A pause followed, as you searched for the right words to say.

“We are wed now. And, as you said, we should make the most of it. Neither of us should feel caged or unseen.”

You pulled at the string a little to see whether he would resist, but he only closed his eye and allowed you to gently pull off the eye patch, revealing the scarring underneath. You traced the soft skin with your finger, and brushed over his lid softly, before he opened his eyes again, revealing a sapphire crystal which the scarring framed, just big enough to substitute his actual eye. 

It was glistening softly when he tilted his head to look at you better, and you let your hand drop, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed, gaze flickering between his eyes. You noticed how the blue of the sapphire made his iris seem brighter in color, as well. 

“Do you really think so?” He asked, doubt in his voice but you nodded, and shifted a little closer towards him. 

“I’m sorry my brother did this to you,” you said genuinely, “but scars are proof that we survived something. I have my fair share of them, too. At first I hated them, especially the ones caused by my own folly. Then I realized that they are a constant reminder of how fragile we are, and that makes life worth living. Knowing that there will be an end one day, that it could be tomorrow, lets you cherish and live it to the fullest, and gives you courage to do the things you want to do.”

His gaze dropped to your lips again, where it lingered even as he replied, “And what do you want to do, Princess?”

You closed some more of the distance between you slowly, giving him time to retreat if he wanted to, but he placed a hand on your back and pulled you even closer towards him. The sudden movement made you gasp, as you placed your hands on either of his shoulders. Your bodies were so close now that your torsos touched each time you inhaled. 

“Do you remember when we were younger, we used to play together sometimes. Before your mother brought you to Dragonstone.” You felt his breath on your skin as he spoke, and his muscles underneath your hands tense. But all you could do in response was shake your head, since you did not remember much from your childhood, one some core memories. “You wanted to train with the swords like us boys, but Ser Criston Cole did not allow it.” That, you did remember. A smile appeared on your lips as you thought about how let one of Helaena’s bugs crawl into his armor when he hadn’t been paying attention. 

“Each night,” Aemond continued, “you’d sneak out of your quarters to secretly train.” 

“How do you know that?” You asked curiously, since you had been sure no one had noticed back then. 

“Because I did the same. Only I did not train, but used the peace of the night to spend it in solitude. Back then, you thought no one saw you. But I did. I saw you how you wielded that sword, getting better each time you picked it up. And when I look at you now, I still see that fierce warrior you trained yourself to be.”

You could only look at him, mouth agape. He clenched his teeth, and you saw that he started regretting saying anything, but you placed your hand on his. “I truly thought no one had even noticed. But… why did you not say that you not mention our past when we saw each other first in that dungeon?”

“I did not know how much you remembered.” 

You smiled, as the tingling sensation returned, and you twirled a strand of his long, white hair between your fingers, nose brushing his. “Earlier, you asked me what I wanted to do,” you whispered, before pressing your lips to his softly. “This,” you added when you pulled away. “I want to do this.”

Aemond searched your eyes for a moment, seeming surprised and uncertain. The muscles of his arms flexed, but whatever internal battle he was fighting, it seemed to be over the moment he placed his arm on your back, hooking the other under your knees. His mouth ghosted over yours, before uniting again. You remained in this position while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and melted into the kiss. It was more passionate and fierce than the previous one, a fire that the kiss which sealed your marriage had ignited and could now finally burn. 

Aemond bit down on your bottom lip softly, and you moaned just as he finally lifted you up a little, only to lay you on your back, letting you sink into the soft mattress. He climbed on top of you, his long hair tingling your cheeks, which made you giggle against your will. 

You weren’t sure about your feelings yet, and this marriage had just begun after all, but something about the way his hand felt on your skin, and the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention made you believe this might not have been the worst thing to happen to you. 

In fact, you were sure that the entire castle could hear the euphoria he made you feel that night, and you did not mind even the slightest bit.

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Eight Years Later

You were gently swaying the crib from side to side when Aemond entered the candle lit room, your six year old son, Aerydor, behind him. He giggled happily when he spotted you, and you wrapped your arms around him the moment he ran up to you. 

“How is the council?” You asked Aemond as you ruffled your son’s white hair. 

“Unbearable in your absence, my love,” he replied with an exhausted sigh, but a smile soon followed. 

He came to a halt next to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, which he slowly started to massage. You exhaled deeply when he kneaded your tense muscles, looking down at the peacefully sleeping baby in the crib. “As it is when you are looking after her,” you replied, turning to offer your husband a tired smile. 

“At least she grows up with her parents taking care of her, not maids.” Aemond dropped his hands from your shoulders and walked to the side of the crib, to pull the baby’s blanket higher a little. 

Six years ago, Aegon and his children had died, leaving you and Aemond to inherit the throne. Since then, you had both attended council meetings and reigned as equals. Though your luck couldn’t be greater, you had a feeling that your family had had something to do with Aegon’s death, but you chose not to investigate further. None of the plotting and family wars of the past concerned you anymore, since you had found your luck and happiness.

“She seems to get bigger with each day that passes,” Aemond said, smiling brightly. You hadn’t seen him this happy since your son was born, and it warmed your heart. 

“Mommy, I’m tired.” 

Aemond and you both looked down at the little prince, who was now rubbing his eyes and looking very grumpy. You laughed and lifted him up to sit him on the bed behind you. “How lucky that you are already wearing your sleeping clothes, then.” You kissed his forehead and watched as he crawled underneath the blanket, hearing the sound of Aemond extinguishing the candles one by one. 

You both changed into your nightgowns and soon joined your son in the bed, where he was already sound asleep between you two. Although he had his own room, he was scared of the dark so you and Aemond let him sleep in your bed from time to time. Though Aerydor had most likely already decided that this bed, which was four times the size of the one standing in his room, actually belonged to him. 

“When Elaena grows up,” you whispered to Aemond, whom you were facing on the bed, “I want her to train just like Aerydor does.” 

“So she wouldn’t have to sneak out at night and do it herself?” Aemond teased, but you only rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“Yes, precisely.”

“Do not worry.” He reached over Aerydor to caress your cheek with his fingers, eye flickering between yours, as his sapphire glistened faintly. “I will see to it personally that Elaena will be as skilled with a sword as she will be at court.” 

You smiled, eyes jumping between Aerydor and Aemond, as you marveled at your small family. Briefly, you wished your mother could have been here to see how well your life had turned out and that you had ascended the Iron Throne at last. Not as consort, but as Queen. It was the first time in history that Westeros had two reigning monarchs, and it was a change you were keen on keeping. 

Aemond closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as he wrapped his arm around you and Aerydor, and soon you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a princess and a dragon, who brought even the strongest of knights to their knees.

[ardatli]

I need book recs again, this time for kid 2! 13, "neurospicy," high reading level for vocabulary but has difficulty with parsing subtly-drawn emotional motivations for characters. Fairly black and white worldview / very strong sense of justice and injustice, but he's slowly starting to integrate more nuance. He's bored with the books we have in the house and overwhelmed by the options at the library. Help me narrow it down?

He likes:

Giant robots and mechs - current very well-read favorites are the Pacific Rim novelizations.

Science fiction, as long as the science is internally consistent.

Legend of Zelda - we just got him the graphic novel box set for his birthday.

Star wars / Predator / Megaman / kajiu franchises (Japanese - he's deeply scornful of the US Monsterverse, but loved Gamera: Rebirth. Any book recs that hit similar vibes to G: R?)

(Caveat: any media based on another media property needs to be consistent, or it'll drive him batshit. He still brings up his irritation at inconsistent Jaeger weights and armaments and build dates cross-referenced from design docs on the original PacRim vs The Black vs the info cards on the action figures, etc.)

Enjoyed LotR and has read - and enjoyed! - the Silmarillion. Not currently interested in checking out other high fantasy.

He does play TTRPGs as well as computer and console games, and I can see LitRPG working as a genre, but he hates romance / is uncomfortable with sexualization and sexual references in media, and is very sensitive to racism and discrimination, and there's a lot of not-great stuff lurking in that sphere.

I picked up Iron Widow for him and he says he enjoyed it, but not enough to read a sequel. Too explicit in some sections, I think.

He did enjoy the old Tales Of books from the Star Wars EU, as well as a book of short stories in the Predator universe, so short story collections or anthologies are good too.

We've just started getting into the Assassin's Creed franchise (Ezio series) - any good official novelizations, or recs for non-AC alternate history books set in medieval Italy?

He does not want to read books about romance, or other books that are mostly about Big Feelings or interpersonal relationships. He doesn't mind it as a minor subplot, as long as he can skim those parts.

He's already read as much Warrior Cats as he cares to. Ditto Wings of Fire. He's "over dragons" for now.

He loves the bad guys, and would probably enjoy books from a villain's POV.

Older kid has the first murderbot book and I'm going to ask her to lend it to him to see if that hits the right spot. I'm thinking maybe The Martian would be good?

Edited to add: He's read and liked Percy Jackson, and his sister owns (and he's read some of) all the Rick Riordan Presents books to date. Also already considering Artemis Fowl.

Edit 2: Big sister has added Dark Lord of Derkholm to the pile, along with Artemis Fowl and Murderbot.

Any suggestions welcome!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hotd characters comforting you before the war

characters : Rhaenyra, Alicent, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon, Jacaerys

warning : hurt/comfort, kissing, mentioning of wounds, minor blood, weapons, alcohol, a war is comming up, no use of Y/n, reader is female , implied targaryen incest

Info : So slowly I'm comming back into hotd and cant wait for all the traumatic and hurt events so have fun with this little fluff thing :)

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Rhaenyra : Torches and lanterns were still shining in the late hours of the night for the lady-in-waiting, who was still awake. The light shining under the slit of the wooden door would tell anyone that she was still awake…awake in a time when sleep was precious. Her gaze was tinged with sorrow as she winced again, stabbing her finger with the needle as she tried for hours now to finish sewing the dress for her queen. Before a knocking sound startled her, ,,Come in" came softly from her, loud enough for the person to hear but not waking anyone. Only seconds later, Queen Rhaenyra stepped into her peer's room with a caring look in her violet eyes. ,,You're still awake, my lady?" she asked, sounding more confused than pleased to see her lady-in-waiting and the fire of her heart. The highborn rose instantly from her chair but sleep deprivation and exhaustion caused her to drop the dress and the fabric lay on the floor again, which was met with a sigh of exasperation. ,,Yes…yes my queen I am still awake…sorry I should have been quieter but-" she broke off as she looked at the dress and saw the fear in the blonde Targaryen's eyes. She immediately came over and gently took the hand of her beloved and pulled her onto the two-seater. ,,Not at all you didn't wake me my flame…you're overworking yourself" she realized as expected seeing clothes lying everywhere ready and unfinished, untouched food and only half drunk goblets even the bed sha looked unused. Gently caressing her hand, she leaned against the couch and a soft ,,I'm afraid of what's coming, powerless and without weapons" finally drew the lady-in-waiting's fear, her nervousness, her despair and Rhaenyra had to stifle a cry and instead gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. ,,Your tailoring will make my glorious time on the throne look beautiful. Let the war be fought by the dragons and the swords…but your place my love is here with me on Dragonstone and at the end in the small council," Rhaenyra assured her beloved as she opened her eyes and looked into the violets and something like hope could be found in them again. It was hope she believed Rhaenyra, saw the vision the queen had and a slight smile flitted across her lips. ,,With your grace, Rhaenyra, it will go down in a splendid section," she added, hearing as well as seeing the smirk on the queen's lips, the sweet light laugh lines and the bobbing of blonde hair as she moved. Rhaenyra drew her sweetheart and childhood friend closer, they lay in each other's arms looking at the flames that looked like small dragons until Rhaenyra was sure that their love had finally fallen asleep and their worries had been extinguished by the fire.

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Alicent : Sounds could be heard coming from the library of the castle in King's Landing. A lantern had been taken off the hook and was running through the shelves, the woman murmuring titles over and over again, looking for certain books about the houses and the Nachvolger as well as connections with covenants and blood. Her eyes tired and slightly aching from the little light, the darkness around her from the little light that was available and the fesnter further up so that the moon could not illuminate everything. She barely heard in her feverish search as another person made their way with hurried steps to and into the library. There was worry in the dark eyes and her expression was tinged with slight fear. The queen of the former king Viserys and now widow queen had been searching for her lady-in-waiting for ages. It was supposed to be a short meeting between the two women who were looking for peace and quiet and a moment to themselves over tea and books, maybe even a walk. But when the older woman didn't show up, Alicent knew something was wrong. In a time of war when blood was on the blade of her second son, you could never know what was happening to your loved ones. ,,Are you here my dear?" she asked into the library, hearing the murmur before a ,,My Queen Alicent?" came back, rather confused as to why the crown bearer had come here. The two of them, lanterns in hand, searched for each other in the great hall until they almost ran into each other and cringed in shock. ,,There you are, I was worried sick," the brown-haired one said and immediately put a hand on the arm of the one opposite her and the older one took a moment to get used to it because of the light, but she was aware of the queen's fear and her love. ,,Excuse me, my little stone, but I was looking for books on marriage and bonding…we need allies otherwise-" she was interrupted by a sigh, however, which was followed by an amused shake of the head from Alicent, who slowly took her across from her to one of the many stone indentations where they settled. ..My little stone, you only call me that when you are afraid…but this worry, however well founded, is not to be worried about…we are ready…my sons are ready please you have done enough…enough for me and for my children" the queen said to her lady-in-waiting, knight and love interest to the woman who had stood by her when she was at her lowest point here at this court. Words that made the older woman lay down the clutch she had been clutching, relieved and yet slightly disappointed. It was true that she had done a lot for Alicent, but she could have done more for her queen. ,,But if-" she began but was immediately silenced by a firm embrace and Alicent's hands closed around her, she felt the kiss on her hair and felt the hands holding her and for a moment it felt good to be hugged enough for that moment. ,,No but my lady it's enough it will be enough we can do this" the brown haired queen admonished with feigned sternness and smiled when she saw the smile on the older woman's lips. Despite everything that had happened to them both, despite the pain Alicent had suffered, her little smile was always the one thing that could calm you down. That despite the war and the fewer allies compared to the blacks, they had a chance of victory.

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Daemon : Pain ran through the troop leader's body as her gaze slid to the sky once more. Since daybreak she had been training here in the open field, smashing stone and wood, hitting man after man and being hit by sword and fist. A training that barely interrupted the importance of strength in the challenge of being one of the ladies of the allied houses and one of the commanders. Soon the sky would turn to fire and blood and war was imminent. She was skilled with the lance but so was Rhaenys with the whip, the two had practiced all noon and despite the fact that Rhaenys could have been her mother, she was much better at it, something the younger admired but the Velaryon Targaryen princess was grateful for. But now, after hours of exertion, it was harder and harder to keep herself upright. I promised him, she thought, leaning on her lance and looking up into the sky, hoping to find the red dragon and its rider, Prince Dameon. The blood wyrm and the rough prince had perhaps found something of a favorite in all these cruel times. What started with observations and the prince's teasing silver tongue soon became more. With another sigh, she took the first step back up the stone cliff to Dragonstone, hearing the shrill cry of Caraxes. The red abnormal beast emerged from behind the dark clouds and circled the large castle a few times, seeming to search for her before turning its head towards her and Dameon landed. Moments later, the ground rumbled slightly as the dragon landed and Daemon climbed off his soulmate. ,,You're still here," he stated rather unhappily, surveying her body hidden beneath a light suit of armor, but he didn't miss her exhaustion even in the low light. ,,Of course…Daemon, you promised to train, I can't just sit around doing nothing," she said and it came out more defiant and nervous than it should have. This seemed to amuse the elder as he made it the last few meters and a metal gloved hand brushed the dirt from her cheek before he swiftly knocked the lance away and grabbed her hand. Dark, slightly open calluses appeared in the palm of her hand where she had fended off the wood, the hands and the steel. ,,Inaction? You were not idle, you were foolish…foolish to start without me," he murmured, bringing the wound to his lips and placing a rough kiss on it before pulling her closer. He held her more than clearly so that she wouldn't fall over from exhaustion and pain. ,,The war will come and we'll beat the green ones you know I'll be on Caraxes above you, watching out for them and I hardly know anyone better with a lance than maybe the dornish" he quipped at the end and caught a punishing look that made him chuckle his armor rattled and caraxes squealed. He pulled her closer and gave her another kiss, ,,Whatever happens, your strength will drive the green whore son from the throne," he assured her and pulled her closer to him, pulling her closer to his heart beating with fire, which beat for her, giving her protection at all times.

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Aemond : Air whipped at her ears, the scream of the blue-scaled dragoness reflected her inner unrest. The cold wind and the rain, the cool wetness and the lightning. The storm had caught her and her dragon Tessarion and had not let go for hours. What should have been a training flight for the dragon, who was not quite ten years old, turned into a nightmare caused by nature halfway along the route, which made things difficult for both the dragon and her rider. But it was something in which they could not land or land. A war was coming and Tessarion was the fourth and last dragon they had Vhagar the oldest old but powerful, Dreamfyre second oldest dragon mother and yet not fit for battle would fall away. The third oldest Sunfyre the golden beauty and eager for war and battle like his rider. There were nine dragons and for this reason she only had to train more and more, a defeat simply could not happen. Bringing the Valyrian across her lips, the blue flames of her dragon shone through the night before breaking through the clouds and finally arriving back at King's Landing after another agonizing few minutes that seemed like hours. Shivering, cold and still not satisfied but still worried, the Lady Seed went back to her chambers. She could still feel Tesarion's restlessness and it bothered them both. As soon as she had removed her wet cloak, she felt the presence in her room and turned hastily to the fire in the hearth. ,,Aemond," she said the name of the blood-related prince and her beloved, who seemed to be waiting for her. She saw that he was more relaxed, more relaxed in the knowledge that she was here again. ,,You worry too much, my pretty," he said, rising from the chair with a slight movement, pulling the blanket with him and walking onto the dragon seed. She saw a smile creep onto his lips when he saw the sadness on her nose before he pulled himself together and in one movement wrapped her in the blanket and carried her to the chair in front of the fireplace. No protests escaped her lips, no fear escaped her but she could feel how he seemed to read her fear. Tessarion is the youngest of the dragons…the weather will be nothing compared to the power of the black party but believe me I'll take care of you," he assured her, pulling the blanket tighter around her and kneeling down in front of her to dry her further with the blankets. His fine slender defined fingers undressed her with every bad thought he kissed and caressed her cold wet skin to make her feel good. ,,But if I can't even survive the weather," she said and sighed as she heard him get up and stand by her, taking her hand and kissing it. ,,I may have lost an eye my aunt but I'll never lose you, you'll stay with me forever on Tessarion and Vhagar because we're stronger than this poor bastard," he countered and she saw how his sapphire eye seemed to light up as the flames of the fireplace were reflected in it. It was the madness of the Targaryen, the blood flowing through them, it was the madness for power, victory and love. Love that they had both found was sealed with an earnest kiss and she knew that no matter what fire the black party might bring, they would manage to win together.

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Aegon ii : Talk and metal could be heard in the dragon pit. The dragon protectors prepared the six or so dragons for the war, even if the young princess and prince's little dragons were not yet meant to be ridden, they too had to be taught to some extent. The extent of the war would end disastrously, it simply had to be enough with the power of the dragons otherwise everything would take on an even more catastrophic dimension. The Valyrian words of the ancestors had been flowing from her lips for hours now, and she kept adjusting the light armor for Synfyre until it fit, protecting the dragon and the king. But after more blows of the hammer and reassuring words, it was done and exhaustion lay on her body as she took off the scaly metal uniform and went back into the castle. Despite the exhaustion and aching muscles, such preparations had to be made, it was up to her and the others to make sure the dragons were perfectly equipped. Walking through the castle, she decided to end the early night with a bath to get rid of the smell of fire and smoke, but left the light on in her room. Had she forgotten to turn it off? Had something happened? Had the first blow already been struck? Questions of worry ran through her mind as she practically hurried into her room and was greeted with a different kind of welcome. ,,You're here at last! My lady, I was so far away to have a little feast prepared after your work on Sunfyre," Aegon said, rising from his chair with a broad smile and a goblet in his hand and walking towards his beloved, embracing her in an almost ceremonial hug that left her uncomprehending. ,,Aegon? Do you realize what can happen at any time?" she asked, shaking her head uncomprehendingly as she pushed past him to pour herself water instead of wine. She didn't see his smile threaten to disappear for a moment that the king knew very well what could happen. ,,I'm…afraid something will happen to you or the others," she admitted, gripping the goblet tighter before he put his goblet down with a sigh and came over to her. She didn't look back, but she took his hand and held it for a moment, giving her time to relax. ,,I am the king my dear it is my duty to protect you and return to King's Landing safely" he began and slowly turned to her taking the goblet from her and placing his hand on her cheek almost holding her back. She snuggled up to him for a moment, closing her eyes and taking in the sweetness of his scent through the wine and snacks, but beneath this illusion hid the tension. ,,The dragons are armed and yet? What if it's not enough?" she asked, looking into those pretty violet eyes framed by the slightly tangled short blond hair. But he smiled slightly, slightly pleased in his fantasy of the battle he had never seen before. Fights that would come with nightmares and pain. ,,It'll be enough and if not…then we'll just fly away like we should have done years ago together," he admitted and this time it was up to her to hug him a grin and sobs through the fantasy but it helped. This honesty about the situation, the affection for each other was enough to make her realize that they were one. No matter what would come, the king would protect her and his family and all his people.

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Jacaerys : The wind blew over the island as usual and around her family's majestic castle dragon stone. The dragons flew around the castle, the wild ones that usually showed themselves at night well hidden between the stone or Caraxes, Syrax or Vermax, the green lizard-like dragon of the queen's eldest prince. The dragons in the air were practicing for the battle, but were unaware of the training on the ground. The swords clashed again and again under the watchful eye of the Master at Arms and Vermax, who watched his rider with an interested look. The swords that were once wood were now metal that clashed again and again neither of them let up because they knew that when they faced their opponent, whether in the air or on foot, they had to be ready to strike first with the sword. She could see the strain in the dark eyes of Jace, who had been training with her for hours. After the death of his beloved brother, the second prince of the realm of Rhaenyra, he was unbeddable. The blood of the dragon made him neither sleep nor tare he had seized the sword and demanded that she train. ,,You strike with fury at Jace," she stated the obvious firmly, just dodging an even stronger blow, which he had in fact lunged for. A warning came from the weapons master, but the prince ignored it. His anger met her grief for Lucerys and it would not look good. One angry cry later from Jacaery, who swung his sword, Vermax roared and breathed fire. Surprised by the moment, the sword grazed her hand as she ducked to avoid the fire. Lying on the ground, she and Jace were slow to realize what was happening before a ,,Rest…training is over for today and tomorrow" came bitterly from the older man who retreated with a few guards to give them both a moment of reality. Lowering his sword and tucking it back, he hastily knelt down to her, seeing his guilt in her dark eyes, the fear of losing her, the fear of dying alone, of not being found like Lucerys. ,,I'm so sorry my love…I should have been careful…I should have kotrolled Vermax" came the reproach from his lips as he helped her up and gave his dragon a look of reassurance, at least Vermax seemed to feel reassured too. Sitting down on one of the rocks, he took out a piece of cloth and began to tend to her injury in silence and she saw how hurt he also felt inside. ,,I know it hurts Jace I suffer-we all suffer but…but you have to face tomorrow…the war" she tried to get close to him feeling him gently caressing her injury trying to take the pain away and placing a soft kiss on it. Saw how Vermax dared to approach the two of them, patting his warm muzzle on her leg and seemingly asking for an apology. ,,Vermax and I will protect you and the others, no one will die anymore, I'll make sure of that," he said as he watched his dragon and looked into her orange eyes. Before he pulled her closer he gave her a kiss on her forehead and Vermax moved closer to warm the two lovers. The warmth of the Targaryen and Velaryon bond nothing would happen to all of them as long as he lived.

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[eddies-disability-swag-blog]

WELCOME TO THE DISABILITY SWAG SUMMIT OF 2023!

In the following weeks, our favorite disabled characters will battle to the death to see who is the one worthy of the title of “Disability Swag Champion” of this year.

Without any more preamble, here come our participants!

Part 1

1. Toph Beifong [Blind] (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

2. Edward Elric [Amputee] (Fullmetal Alchemist)

3. Frankie Stein [Amputee, Joint hyper mobility] (Monster High)

4. Hermann Gottlieb [Cane user] (Pacific Rim)

5. Eda Clawthorne [Chronic illness, Amputee] (The Owl House)

6. Hiccup and Toothless [Amputees] (How to train your dragon)

7. Neopolitan (Mute) [RWBY]

8. Pietro Polendina (Wheelchair user) [RWBY]

9. Geordi La Forge [Blind] (Star Trek)

10. Johnny Joestar [Paraplegic] (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

11. Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader [Amputee, Respiratory ailments] (Star Wars)

12. Principal Bump [Partial blindness] (The Owl House)

13. Terezi Pyrope [Blind] (Homestuck)

14. Matt Murdock/Daredevil [Blind] (Marvel)

15. Vash the Stampede [Amputee] (Trigun)

16. Brightheart [One-eyed] (Warriors)

17. Barbara Gordon/Oracle [Wheelchair user] (Batman)

18. Kitty Softpaws [Declawed] (Puss in Boots)

19. Teo [Wheelchair user] (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

20. Izumi Curtis [Chronic illness] (Fullmetal Alchemist)

21. Hearthstone [Deaf] (Magnus Chase)

22. Jayfeather [Blind] (Warriors)

Part 2

1. Gordon Freeman [Amputee] (HLVRAI)

2. Handy [Amputee] (Happy Tree Friends)

3. Luca [Wheelchair user] (Monica’s Gang)

4. Kaz Brekker [Cane user] (Six of Crows)

5. Vriska Serket [Amputee, One-eyed] (Homestuck)

6. Dr. Gregory House [Chronic pain, Cane user] (House MD)

7. Future Leonardo [Amputee] (Rise of the TMNT)

8. Melanie King [Blind] (The Magnus Archives)

9. Hawkeye [Deaf] (Marvel)

10. Tavros Nitram [Wheelchair user] (Homestuck)

11. Donatello [Soft shell] (Rise of the TMNT)

12. Zuko [Burn scar, Visual impairment] (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

13. Finn the Human [Amputee] (Adventure time)

14. Ashton Greymoore [Chronic pain, Visual impairment, others] (Critical Role)

15. Mole [Blind] (Happy Tree Friends)

16. Ricky Potts [Mute, Crutch user] (Ride the Cyclone)

17. Scootaloo [Underdeveloped wings] (MLP: FIM)

18. Victor [Chronic illness, Mobility aid user] (League of Legends/Arcane]

19. Amaya [Deaf] (The Dragon Prince)

20. Briarlight [Paralyzed] (Warriors)

21. Charles Xavier/Professor X [Wheelchair user] (X-Men)

22. Elina [Wingless] (Barbie: Fairytopia)

If I got something wrong (it is your fault, you are the ones who gave me this info/hj) feel free to correct me!

Also, excuse my ugly brackets, they were really painful to make and the template thingies didn’t work properly.