#the old king

[derangedthots]

i saw a tweet today with a side-by-side of jaehaerys from s1ep1 and this rhaenyra still from the new trailer

and i kinda *snorts into hand* i kinda had to laugh bc if you think abt it, nyra is - in a way - saera's revenge?? i mean btwn her being a girlchild who grew into the most powerful seat in the realm, her father's seat, and a woman with at least 3 lovers at the same point in time, and then wearing jae's crown?? if i was saera i'd simply never let jaehaerys hear the end of it💀💀🤭💀

[fictonrantsworld]

I love how you can just tell that this is jaeherys i's dragon like this dragon belonged to the 'old king'

[witchofvalyria]

"Princess Viserra, had a will of her own as well, but she never screamed and certainly never cried. Sly was one word used to describe her. Vain was another. Viserra was beautiful, all men agreed, blessed with the deep purple eyes and silver-gold hair of a true Targaryen, with flawless white skin, fine features, and a grace that was somehow eerie and unsettling in one so young. When one stammering young squire told her she was a goddess, she agreed."

[Princess Viserra died at sixteen of age...]

[askmeaboutmyoctopustheory]

no more historical dramas, only historical sitcoms

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Admiration

Summary: Jocelyn likes to play cyvasse as well as watching Aemon train.

Warning: Incest, jealousy

This is a short story about how Aemon (Son of Jaehaerys I and Alysanne) and Jocelyn Baratheon came to be.

69 AC

Jocelyn loved playing strategic games like cyvasse.

Cyvasse specially was a game that required strategy, wit and calculous thinking. The only way for a woman to be praised for having those traits was playing Cyvasse. So here she was.

"You are good at this Jocelyn" Said Maegelle who grabbed her goblet of water as she accepted defeat.

It was nice having the 7 year old girl around when she was not studying.

Maegelle wanted to become a septa, and took her studies seriously but she always made time to be spent with her family.

"Yes, I like to play with Alyssa and Daella" Maegelle leaned in and asked mischievously. "Who wins more often?"

"Alyssa is a good player, and Daella is getting better at it"

"How is Daella? Is she getting better with her studies?" Maegelle trailed off, the silver-haired girl was worried about how her little sister was doing.

"She" Jocelyn grimaced "She's having trouble reading, Maegelle, she is able to read but sometimes she can not comprehend it, if someone else reads to her or explains it Daella understands better."

"I see" Maegelle whispered. "I guess it would be good for me to see her"

"I think so too, the septas get frustrated with her, and as a result Alyssa and I have help her often."

"That's kind of you Jocelyn, you know, when we were smaller I liked to be attached to Alyssa all the time and she used to get annoyed by my insistence to always be with her." They both chuckled.

"I know, but now Alyssa and you are extremely close now."

"Though no closer than Baelon and her, I wonder, had I been born a man would have father agreed to wed her to me or Baelon or Aemon?"

"That is a good question" Jocelyn stopped as she processed the whole information.

"Wait, what do you mean Aemon?" Now it was Maegelle who was startled by Jocelyn.

"I understand Baelon, I mean I think ever since the moment they understood what marriage is they knew they wanted each other, but ..." She couldn't understand why she suddenly felt her heart clenching. "Why Aemon?"

Maegelle was perplexed by her state but she still answered nonetheless.

"Well, I guess it was as since Daenerys was dead and Alyssa was the eldest daughter Father thought it would be good to wed them off."

"Oh, I understand then" Though it didn't make her feel better.

Jocelyn knew Valyrians had the custom to marry each other to keep their heritage pure, and the dragonriders, such as the Targaryens even more.

Jocelyn's own deceased mother was a Velaryon, another house of Valyrian descent and her grandmother Alarra Massey was the daughter of a Targaryen lady, and House Baratheon had also been founded by Aegon the Conqueror's half brother Orys Baratheon nonetheless.

What made her feel uneasy was the idea of Aemon marrying Alyssa.

She always knew Daenerys had been meant to marry Aemon before the Shivers cruelly took her away from them, and back then the idea didn't bother her, but now thinking about the possibility of Aemon and Alyssa marrying made her feel... Jealous?

Alyssa was her friend and that was why Jocelyn couldn't understand why the idea, even if it had been considered only, of Aemon marrying her was troublesome.

"Are you well Jocelyn?" Maegelle whispered.

Jocelyn nodded, brushing off the skin-edging feeling.

...

Later that evening, Jocelyn was in the library with the little two year old Saera who was the youngest of the Targaryen children, reading to her about the Valyrian dragonlords in High Valyrian.

"Iksā gevie Jocelyn" Mumbled Saera. You are beautiful Jocelyn.

"Kirimvose Saera." Jocelyn answered. Thank you Saera.

Even though Jocelyn's High Valyrian was awful when she was eight years, now she was more fluent thanks to her half-sister Alysanne, who took the time to teach her when Jocelyn came to Kingslanding 7 years ago, after two of her aunts died, her brother Boremund had stayed in Storm's End being taken care by the Maesters and their father Rogar Baratheon who was the Lord Paramount of House Baratheon and of the Stormlands. Two of her female cousins: Aelinor and Corenna came with her so Jocelyn would not feel alone.

However Jocelyn knew that another reason for her father to send her away was because he couldn't stand to see her and be reminded of her mother.

Jocelyn looked like her mother, Rogar's second wife, Alyssa Velaryon.

The first one had been a daughter of the Lord Redwyne, Marissa Redwyne, a woman with close-set hooked eyes and honey brown hair and deep blue eyes, had been Rogar's first wife.

Queen Alyssa Velaryon in the other side had been a woman who had the silver-gold hair of Old Valyria, she had a deep set of pastel purple eyes, a lithe figure and the Valyrian otherworldly glow.

Alyssa Velaryon whom Rogar had sacrificed in order to have Jocelyn born with the hope she was a son.

Alyssa Velaryon who never got to meet her youngest daughter and last child that resembled her so much that it hurt anyone who had met her.

The hair of Jocelyn was of a raven black color thanks to her father, and her eyes were of a dark rasin-purple shade as inheritance from Rogar's mother Evanna Celtigar, but her delicate frame, her face and how she gracefully posed herself were all given by Alyssa Velaryon.

Seeing Jocelyn pained Rogar and he couldn't help but feel guilty everytime he saw her, as well as it also pained her half-siblings, King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne and that was also the reason why her sister Rhaena never tried to get close to her. She was the reminder of the woman they all had loved and lost.

"Lady Jocelyn, the queen wants to see you." A kingsguard knight stood in the door.

"I will go, just let me take Saera to the nursery first."

...

After Jocelyn left the little girl in her crib with a stuffed dragon she walked accompanied by the knight towards her sister's chambers.

"You wanted to see me? My queen?" The queen turned her head and stood as she saw Jocelyn.

Jocelyn curtsied and the knight nodded leaving after Alysanne waved him to leave.

"There is no need for formalities Jocelyn, you are my sister." Alysanne got closer to her jet black haired little sister.

"Your half-sister" replied Jocelyn.

"Our mother bore us from her womb." Alysanne cut her off "I remember how she talked about wanting you to be a girl, she was so excited to meet you."

"And in the end she died giving birth to me."

"She always loved you Jocelyn, do not ever doubt it." Alysanne reached and squeezed her hands.

"You look a lot like her, you are as beautiful as she was."

Jocelyn couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

"What are you planning to do today?"

Jocelyn frowned, Alysanne and her were close but usually Alysanne was busy with matters of the realm and nursing her younger children.

"Um, I guess I want to read a book my father sent to me."

Alysanne looked like she was excited.

"Why don't we go to the training yard? I'm sure you would like to see if not train."

The idea sounded interesting, after all, she thought, Baratheon women were known for their stubbornness and toughness, and she wanted to be known as someone who never backed down from a challenge.

'Yes, it was a good idea.'

"I think I could read my book another day."

Alysanne was now beaming as Jocelyn accepted.

"Well then, let's go!"

They strolled through the castle towards the training yards and the sound of metal swords clashing and woes received them.

Baelon and Aemon were sparring each other, whenever they fought they would make a show. While Aemon was taller and stronger than Baelon, Baelon was fiercer and faster than Aemon.

Baelon hit Aemon's right side and pushed him making him stumble but Aemon managed to get his balance and as Baelon approached Aemon hit him with all his strength breaking his shield and Baelon fell.

Aemon had won.

Everyone, including Alysanne and Jocelyn applauded.

As Aemon helped Baelon get back on his feet he turned to see her and Jocelyn felt as if time had stopped when Aemon's pale lilac eyes met her dark purple ones, seeing him smiling as well as his gleaming sweaty skin and tense muscles Jocelyn felt as if he was the most precious treasure she had even found.

Aemon smirked as if he knew the effect his appearance had on Jocelyn.

"Muña! (Mother!) Jocelyn!" The two boys walked towards Alysanne and Jocelyn.

"You came just in time to see me defeat Baelon" Aemon tousled his younger brother's hair but Baelon scoffed and took Aemon's hand from his hair.

"You caught me off guard, and before that I got the upper hand."

"Your words brother" Aemon shrugged.

"It's nice to see you here Jocelyn" Said Baelon

"I wanted to watch the knights, and maybe learn how to fight, I'm a Baratheon lady and all Baratheon women know how to fight."

"You also have Valyrian blood, and Valyrian women are made of steel and dragonglass." Said Aemon with a determined tone.

"I can teach you if you want to." His breathy voice made Jocelyn tremble.

"I would like that." Jocelyn smiled

They both stared into each other's eyes but their bubble was suddenly broken.

"Maybe tomorrow, Baelon and you surely are tired and I would like to see the gardens with you Jocelyn".

As soon as Alysanne took Jocelyn's arm and they walked away from Baelon and Aemon, Jocelyn turned her head and saw Baelon teasing Aemon who was blushing.

Jocelyn couldn't wait for her next visit to the training yard.

[suiheisen]

forget about elon musk vs mark zuckerberg. i need to see yoshiki fight elon musk.

update: x japan has released its first single in eight years. to further shade elon musk. this is a thing that happened.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɴᴀɪꜱꜱᴀɴᴄᴇ (1989 - 1999)

[peaceandlove26]

infinite potentiality

[anistarrae]

haii👋

[hollysoda]

Enjoy this shitty meme I put together in like two minutes because I hadn’t seen anyone else do it

[qiinamii]

i wouldn't have met you

[panicked-herb]

I like to think that Simon finds the remains the restaurant he and Betty had dates in post-cannon. I also like to think that Betty doesn't fully remember what the restaurant looks like.

[frenchublog]

Steal their look 👗

[sailorsenshigifs]

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[bluspaghetti]

Lil doodle based on this screenshot <3