#inheritsnothing

[nando161mando]

[valeurex]

viserys everyone is being mean to me :( / inheritsnothing

@inheritsnothing / Otto Hightower.

An EXHALE.

" Don't mind them; they're just jealous. "

[heireign]

@inheritsnothing liked for a thing.

her former closest companion’s father had ever been a carefully indulgent sort of man, if not a bit distant—though he had always seemed rather severe at court, he had always held fast to the letter of the law, and when he needed speak with the king's voice, he scarcely ever strayed from it—he had been kind enough to her in the past, both in council and otherwise; treating her with that same cool courtesy befitting a young girl of her station, and the familliarity afforded from years of friendship with his daughter - whether it be at tourney celebrating one thing or the other, or a ball, or even a royal hunt ( the red haired girl was a near constant sight at her side, no matter the occasion ... she had been quiet, oft, always and ever dutiful — she rarely opened up and spoke freely unless they were in relative private ) the fingers of her left hand are curled tight around her right, tangled in a secure knot that she has since held with no shortage of resoluteness at her back — her shoulders flat, her spine ramrod, her chin held high; 'tis an attempt at confidence that begins to wither at the mere thought of alicent hightower. their queen to be. her stepmother in a few short turns of moon...she had been at her father's side, that day, when her own lord father had announced before all the lords assembled that morning just who he would take to wife. just who of the ladies at court he would attempt to propagate his line with. for a heartbeat's width, tension underlines the noncommital set of the princess' mouth. her lips pressing into a thin line with the intake of breath through her nostrils. he had known, when they had spoken, just who, he would chose. and he had not warned her. he had not told her. and she had gone into that session of small council unawares... she had been informed with all the rest of them. should she be replaced, she would accept it. there would be no other option, and even if... when, even should her claim to the throne truly be so brief and remain as long as it should take for his new queen to give birth to a healthy boy, she had thought she had had at least the right to know. she who had loved both of them dearly, had she not, at least, had the right to know ? even if she should have no true claim to the throne any longer, had she not at least deserved to be spared the humiliation of being surprised by the announcement ?

and yet for now, the crowned princess and the lord hand have been bade to work together in this — t'was a task that she had been given, and a lesson that his grace had wanted her to learn from this, in the involving of lord otto hightower. to learn by listening, he had said, by observing, was how one learned best. she did not know what to make of the man beside her, any longer. it had been he who had spoken in favor of her claim, and yet he too was the mastermind behind the positioning of her dearest friend to become her father's new bride. had he merely thought her easier to remove then her uncle had been ? ( yet, he would have been replaced given time regardless, unless her father's second wife did not succeed in producing a son. unless she gave him only daughters as her mother had done, daemon would be next in line. perhaps it had been both ) perhaps she was easier to set aside, and neatly, if she brought forth a boy — and easier to manage, should the two of them stand first in line. had he hated him so fiercely for all of that ? had he believed him so much a danger ? he was a ruthless pragmatist, with a heedless ambition. he was no ally of hers, any longer, though there was no denying his intelligence — his interests would be firmly rooted in the success of his daughter as queen, and then, given time; the security of his royal grandchildren's futures, and thus, in her own failure. though alicent had not spoken plainly when she had asked of her wants, the devastation upon her face had been clear enough. she did not want this. yet there was naught either of them could do, or say, when the matter was already decided upon.

" i know you are a busy man, my lord, and one with much to do that would more then like be accomplished quicker were i not present, " at last the princess speaks, her gaze cast to the side, her words quiet and kept carefully polite—cool, and calm. however she may feel about him now, it would not bode well for her increasingly tenuous position to be seen as disrespectful, or perhaps not minding her courtesies when speaking to the second most powerful man at court, “ i am not unaware of that fact, nor am i ungrateful — it is indeed very gracious of you to provide your assistance in this, “ though neither could do much more then agree when his grace had encouraged the venture. she knew the logistics of the matters that he need attend in a day, but she had yet to see them carried out in full; all that needs must be done to keep everything in the realm operating as smoothly as it had done, and to keep things steady.

[uns1ster]

it's a shame to hear you can't get it up. / inheritsnothing

I can't help it! You're just so ugly!

[azmenka]

totally unplotted but requested starter for @inheritsnothing

SINKING GALLEYS HAS NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A CHALLENGE , he's found . a brief , fleeting feeling of accomplishment , before one remembers that there is little to it whilst Kingfisher , monster of a ship that she is , had quite easily sliced through wood and passengers alike - the black sails with the golden kraken painted upon them billowing in the warm wind coming from the Arbor . so close to home , yet so far . and with nobody knowing that the Kraken has decided to show his colours , nobody would suspect the eldritch seabeast either . the ship had lingered for a while , ensuring the crew , along with whatever was left of the galley was on the way to the bottom of the sea . . . all but one .

that was two days ago .

two days that Otto Hightower has now spent in darkness , down in the belly of the beast , stashed away in a cell surrounded by barrels and crates and cages with poultry . without food or water , just existing - barely so .

the door to the cell opens with a creak , letting damp air in , along with the scent of wet wood , tar , iron and salt . it would do no good to let the man die before he's been brought before the queen , Maron wagers - standing in the doorway , looking down at his spoils . the kraken stitched across his chest would immediately betray the young Lord of the Iron Islands . especially to a man as clever as Hightower allegedly is . " ah . you're awake . " a nonchalant greeting , delivered with a smile , and the Lord Reaper steps into the cell . " I have been meaning to apologize for the rather - uncomfortable circumstances of this journey , but then remembered that I don't particularly care . " he holds out a waterskin , head cocked lightly to the side . " how much do you regret not having taken the Roseroad now , Lord Hand ? or should I say former Lord Hand ? "

[blccdiedcruel]

🚢 / @inheritsnothing

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( vague throwing back and forth of songs and dynamics lmao )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: I see daemon as pretty heavily ASPD, and while he loves DEEPLY, he doesn't experience love normally - usually via obsessive and possessive behavior. he doesn't develop affection for men often, but can be swayed if it's a power dynamic.

[unk1ng]

✿  / inheritsnothing

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  otto is the good influence  /  otto is the bad influence  /  rhaenyra is the good influence  /  rhaenyra is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  rhaenyra is a parental figure to yours  /  rhaenyra is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  otto is taken under mines wing  /  rhaenyra is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[valeurex]

This wasn't a typical love story cited in fairytales but one of its many forms; crooked, like skeleton in the cupboard of devotion whose admixture, remained well hidden among very joints of the book spine and forever lamented as nocturnal satire. And with the following admittance [ ... ] beat so distant in dunes of silence occurred prompter than any cadence deciding to squib the kick. Old scintillante, lilac reminiscent -- clad in aureate and cardinal maroons ( somewhere distantly reminding of that young Prince who ran to him seeking shelter from responsibilities ) stilled as if struck by the answer of verdant knight. So he peered into his eyes, so haunted and tired. '' Then, - '' exterior contrasted with a smile that washed over him so subtly, '' - you are ready to make peace with yourself, old friend. '' With those words and one last shoulder pat the spirit dissolved in front of him. '- for today. ' - somewhere echoed. His haunting wasn't over yet.

otto's lips purse into a frown, eyes glazed over as he stares upon this man he has loved. perhaps not in the romantic way, or perhaps he had without knowing it. . . but it was certain that otto loved viserys in his own way. seeing him here now, a vision of his prime, before that illness took him. . . it is a lot.

and the words he says are not helping, as viserys rightfully calls out his behavior. it is what he deserves. his look is intense, as he looks beyond viserys now. you could have escaped with me. he could have, yes. they could have been a formidable team for years to come, and their daughters could have taken their places. what had otto been thinking? why hadn't they just married rhaenyra to aegon? why did it have to be this way?

viserys commands his gaze, and otto -- ever loyal the servant otto -- turns his head to meet those familiar eyes, his own haunted. he looks so much older than viserys does here. so much more stressed. so foolish. "... no." he admits freely, voice tightening in his throat with emotion. "... no. it was not worth it."

[resonette]

⸻⸻⸻⸻ what flavor is your soul? ( rosemary. )

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

tagged by:  @starspurn <3333 thank u so much!! tagging: @quietlyblooms , @memovia , @zorkaya , @thesellsword / @inheritsnothing , @killerhubby & anyone who would like to steal this !

[wcrriorhearts]

It is hard enough to constantly witness my mother @quccninchains godlessly shagging Cole on the dash but now also grandpa @inheritsnothing ?? Y’all better pay for Helaena’s therapy

[lalaenaluna]

LET ME ASSIGN YOU AN AFFECTION LANGUAGE

consumption of a heart unloved Here’s a dining table, here’s a set of plates. Here’s your heart, red and bursting with love. You have tried to love people all your life, but no one seems to understand you. Your own mother perhaps forgot to teach you how to protect yourself, maybe people whom you trusted chose to look the other way when all you wanted was a hand full of love. All you want is someone to take from you, all you want is someone to dig in your heart and eat it and kiss you afterwards - bloody and red. You want them to tell you that you are what they have been looking for, you want to be the one who ends their hunger.

tagged by: @worthyheir

tagging: @zalisdarys, @inheritsnothing, @burnnouts (Robb), @onetrueheir, @realmscruelty + you seeing this <3

[thesellsword]

i am unfortunately feeling very otto ( @inheritsnothing ) today even though he technically isn't finished but i can't help myself. i'll be answering things for him. hopefully i can get to more bronn things tomorrow.

[blccdiedcruel]

“Mark my words, Prince. I will be your undoing." / inheritsnothing

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇, lips pulling up in the kind of smile that borders into a sneer. fingers flex against the pommel of his sword, rocking tentatively on the heels of his boots. he doesn’t know quite where this has come from, only that otto hightower has staked his claim, and even now, daemon can only bring himself to mock the man before him. was it supposed to be a threat? against him, of all people? truly, he’d thought the man rather irritating, a selfish and arrogant prick by any means, but this? well, this was rather boring. 

“is that so?” daemon sneers at him, voice a low hum of sarcasm. “I didn’t take you for an idiot. not much of one, anyway,” the prince’s expression practically warms, though there’s something sinister in the way his lips curve and the light flickers in violet orbs. to an outsider looking in, daemon might even seem excited. “perhaps you’d find it easier to know your place licking the bottom of my boot.”

[greenduty]

✷ "it is uncanny sometimes... how much you look like your mother." / @inheritsnothing :)

her father's words are as a blow to a heart — alicent's own, yes, but that of her youth, a fluttering, intemperate thing kept deep within her chest, a child's sorrow ever-open, ever-tender, pressed aside, within, below her present concerns so that it might beat against her ribs in silence. a hand presses to her breast, holding it at bay, barring the doors behind which memory rests, behind which it must remain, licking the sweat off of alyrie's fever-stained brow as it was caught in the alicent's memory, held fast as the carvings of stone in the great sept.

❝ to what end? ❞ alicent's own words come hollowed, weary with the effort of holding that child's heart back, the worry and injustice that gnawed at her mother's every fading hour, while her daughter gnawed at her own hands, never quite enough amongst the murmurs and administrations of maesters. she raises her head, her proud, even brow, the picture of duty, of the heart beating just beneath the breast yet never rarely raised. ❝ i am older now than she ever was. we cannot be so much alike when there is a grandson at your knee. ❞

[dreamedfyre]

Helaena enjoys silence. That of being alone, quiet afternoons doing needlework beside her mother, reading alongside Aemond — lingering just a little longer in her children's nursery, just to see them so peaceful while asleep.

But there is an empty bed, now, and the silence that hangs in this room is heavy enough to smother.

Her grandfather is not unaffected. When her violet eyes rest upon him in quiet defiance ( studying his demeanor, wondering what he ponders; do his thoughts ever stray from winning and keeping thrones, nowadays? ), she knows that much to be true, or she would not withstand his presence at all.

The silence is heavy but her grief is heavier and her guilt suffocating. It's not his fault, but she cannot quite forgive the aftermath or the road that led to this.

And so she prods, silence broken with almost dare. The haunted timbre of his voice is not truly satisfying, when it comes, words too honest to justify her sourer feelings. It had been easy to be near him once. When she was little, her grandfather had been the keeper of her childish secrets. How certain in her belief he cared she had been.

❝ We both know how I have been faring, grandfather, ❞ The young queen cannot find it in herself to be scathing; it is a reply as sad as it is sincere. That she gets out of bed at all is a miracle, yet the dark circles beneath her eyes denounce the lack of sleep, much as the drastic loss of weight denounces the lack of proper nourishment. Helaena does not much care; she cares for very little since Jaehaerys' death.

The numbness is preferable to the pain; remorse feels like it might just rob her lungs of air altogether, following her son into the grave as punishment for assigning death to his little brother. ❝ It is scarcely a secret, ❞ You have lost your privilege to those. And then it comes; unsubtle aggression that sounds too drained to be pure attack. Living demands her every effort; little is left for anger. ❝ Was I not paraded throughout the city for my grief to be seen? ❞

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜ / @dreamedfyre

they had been coexisting in this sitting room, quiet. the silence, however, feels so loud. otto rubs a hand over his mouth, glancing over to his queen, his granddaughter, every so often. how does one speak with her? he has not known the grief of losing a child, only that of a wife. of a brother -- though, he was never close with hobert. his hands clench and unclench, fidgeting in his stress.

to his surprise, she speaks first, and otto's chest tightens at the sound of her voice. when was the last time he had seen heleana smile? he sits there and cannot recall. how long had he not considered her mood, her essence? why does he only seem to care now? "... no, my dear." he says, voice soft, a hint of affection in his haunted tone. "perhaps there is much to say, but the words will not form." how awkward an encounter. how uncomfortable. "... how are you faring, my granddaughter? may i be your confidante once more?"

[resonette]

@thesellsword / @inheritsnothing is scheming behind the scenes and i'm nervous