#the rogue prince: main verse

[the-rogue-dragon]

@qanedanegros continues from here;

🔥HIS HISTORY LESSONS WITH THE MAESTER were always intriguing to the young Prince who wanted to know it all. The last couple of days he has been learning about the fall of Maegor Targaryen, and the rise of his grandsire. He listened with great interest - as the Maester would point out - as if he was taking notes to later go pester the King with questions. He has been warned to leave the man alone, but the hatchling knew that his grandsire would not be bothered with his questions. Or so he hoped. This was by far not the first time that Daemon assaulted the older man with several questions.

However, this time, he had a very particular one. In his understanding, Jaehaerys had been the next in line after Maegor, and according to the Maester’s lesson it had not been easy before he truly was crowned. The child pondered on his grandsire’s answer, and he looked ahead as both walked through the halls of the Keep. “So you need to learn your opponent before doing anything?” He asked looking up at him, and by doing so tripping. He didn’t fall though just dangerously lost his balance, but taking the hand of his grandsire helped him.

Looking embarrassed he looked down. “I don’t have an opponent.” He whispered, before looking up again, and quickly ahead not to trip again. “But the Maester told me about you and Maegor, and that you had some problems with Lord Rogar Baratheon.” He explained frowning because he wasn’t sure if this was correct or he had missed or forgotten something. “The book said you forgave the man even after all he did to you and grandmother.” He frowned. “And that you fix everything with words instead.” His chest poofed a little bit as if he was proud.

[the-rogue-dragon]

🔥FROM DAY ONE THE PRINCE CONSORT has been observing carefully his twin daughters, their actions and behaviors. The way Baela - especially - started to train, how she would offer insight during their meetings at the Painted Table, and how Rhaenyra seemed to encourage her to do so. Her words have been wise, her point of view listened - and carefully ignored. It has been his fault, his silent decision in an attempt to keep her from the fight, from the spotlight. A selfish act - but what parent was not selfish when it came to their children? Not many, not in a world like theirs yet Daemon had proved time and time again not to be a man like most. Baela and Rhaena should be in Pentos, away from the upcoming storm that he could see from King’s Landing. But he couldn’t keep them away, nor send them away, and was forced to do what little he could to stop them from getting too involved.

Rhaenyra’s children didn’t have such luxury - they were heirs to the throne - the support to their mother was important and needed. They needed to speak on her behalf and was the reason everybody at the table had agreed for them to be messengers instead of the ravens. The reason was simple enough - ravens were impersonal, they didn’t show emotions or forged connections, the heirs would. But when Baela mentioned that she wanted to go, the negative was definitive. He would not allow her to participate, to put her life in danger. So he gave her a different mission, to help watch over Dragonstone, it was the most he was willing to sacrifice. It was not her fight, it shouldn’t be, yet she had a dragon and that alone could mean terrible things in the future.

She was a woman now - the Prince noticed as he let her inside his chambers. A beautiful, strong and stubborn woman. Now that he took a moment to actually see her, he couldn’t help but to notice how much she looked like Laena. Her words forced him out of his reverie. “You’re always going to be my little girl, Laena, as well as Rhaena.” He confessed. “No matter how old you become, how much you’ve grown up…” And she had indeed, she was no longer the sweet girl that sat with him in the library of Pentos to learn about dragons. She was a woman now, and she wanted to be treated as such. “I just wanted to know how you were doing.” He said honestly, walking towards the table to pour himself a glass of wine. “We haven’t been together in a while.”

[beautyconsumer]

Selkie/siren au with any of these three main ideas:

a 5 + 1 time with baby selkie Jason,

The follow up with family drama with the batfam and the Wilsons

The whump I have for Grant

Body Swap with Dick and Jason: the canon compliant angsty dramatic fic I have for them that is probably gonna be longer than I thought

A/B/O verse rewrite for the Batfam, a long series following mostly Jason and his interaction with the batfam, the rogues and his romantic interest (Grant)

Whump: write one or several of the many painful and awful ideas I have for my fav characters, mainly Grant, Jason, Bruce and the batfam

Beauty, the Dragon and the Knight: with Dick as sleeping beauty, Grant as the Knight in shining armor who intends to save the prince only to end up falling in love with the Dragon (Jason)

Teeneage Fantasy Pregnancy au where nobodies dies ever, Jason is a dragon who's adopted by Bruce who's a bat cryptid, who adopts creatures. Jason is also dating Grant (who's also a dragon) and he finds out later that he can get pregnant. Hence everyone freaking out because that is not normal among not dragons.

[the-rogue-dragon]

@withouthonor​‘s Visenya gets a semi plotted starter;

🔥EVER SINCE HE WAS TAUGHT ABOUT THE HISTORY of his House by the Maesters, the young Prince had been fascinated by one of his ancestors. One that even though captive in the Red Keep, continued to be alive, healthy and beautiful. Visenya Targaryen, the wife of the Conqueror has been his biggest interest when he was a child, never scared to approach her, even though he had heard rumors about her that didn’t spoke all too well of her personality. But even though at first he was denied of her company he insisted.

Now at six and ten, while his grandmother had plans to marry him into the Vale - as Viserys had - the young dragon found himself despising the idea of marrying someone who wasn’t her. Both his father and grandmother reminded him - or tried to - of the horrors she had done in her past, the way people saw her, and how he could do better than a spoiled woman who could barely give a child to the late Conqueror, who had brought shame to their House. A shame basically, in all but name, as no one could deny the great things Visenya has done.

Some would say - and in fact they did - that the young Prince was either short sighted or has been captured by magic. But Daemon knew better than that, for he has always admired the woman, until growing up. It wasn’t until he understood better that his feelings for her were different than a simple admiration or childish infatuation. He wanted her, and he was going to do anything to get her, even if that meant going against his family’s desires.

That morning after overhearing that the bronze bitch from Runestone was to travel to the Keep, the dragon Prince walked off to find Visenya. A million thoughts in his mind as he tried to come up with a plan, to avoid an unhappy marriage he didn’t want to be part of, and see if he could seduce Visenya to finally notice him, and agree to marry him instead. Finding her, the Prince approached her. “Ñuha Dāria.” He called, he always addressed her as such - my Queen - even though she no longer held the title.

[handsomethrowrug]

AU Verse: The Rogue of the North

The second of the AU designs. Might as well share it while waiting for the laptop to finish charging!

This was based on a what-if with @sixba waaaay back in the day. Trouble is, I never felt I did Scar justice, and that I ultimately fumbled the interpretation and execution of both the design and the concept. So, I decided to try and redeem myself!

The story here is that at some point in the past, long before Simba was born, Scar tried to take the throne. He failed. The fight between the brothers was intense, resulting in the claw marks on Scar's shoulder. However, instead of killing his younger brother, Mufasa banished him.

In the time that passed, Scar formed a coalition with the hyenas: help him take what was rightfully his, and they could return to the Pride Lands with him. However, the opportunity to find a chance to strike hadn't been found yet... Not until he meets a curious cub who is keen to prove his bravery.

He introduces himself as Tatu, and assures he means no harm. He's never heard of lion nobility before, and getting to meet a prince? Well, he's truly honoured! However... perhaps it would be best not to let others know he's here. He doesn't like attention on him.

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The design is a subtle nod to the original concept of Scar being an outsider rogue. His mane is turning white, but only in the area framing his face. Having to fend for himself has given him more muscle (still nothing in comparison to Mufasa) and better agility. Unlike in the main setting, where he has a goal but also seems somewhat lethargic, this Scar is keen to return home and be king.

He also doesn't have to play niecities. Pridelanders know he's rotten, and the hyenas know he will do what he must to get his way. The only one he has to pretend to be nice in front of is a young Prince, or any young Pridelander who doesn't remember the King's exiled brother.

[the-rogue-dragon]

🔥NO ONE COULD QUESTION THE BOND BETWEEN the Blood Wyrm and himself, the same night when his uncle Aemon died, Daemon - no older than eleven years old - sneaked where the dragon was and claimed him as his own. Ever since, their bond only grew, as well as their friendship. Daemon professed a deep trust towards Caraxes, one that he wouldn't easily give, for the dragon has never once faulted him.

They could tease each other, Caraxes could poke at him for his misadventures, but there was always a profound respect on both sides. "Don't tell me you prefer the Vale." He scoffed - truth be told, Daemon hardly ever view King's Landing as his home, after the way his family shipped him off to Runestone. Home was wherever he made himself comfortable, and that oft included the ginger next to him.

"Either way, we are not returning there either, despite the requests of the cunt of Hightower." The Prince explained. "We're going to Essos. I've a few places I want to visit." Though he knew Caraxes, as well as he liked to believe the dragon knew him. "I'm sure you will want to bring something for the spoiled brat." That was how he always referred to Syrax.

[wolves-and-dragons]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 20.5

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Chapter 20

Synopsis: The Lady of Larks seeks help from Larys Strong, who in return, demands an unusual price as payment for his services. While waiting for Lord Strong to make due in fulfilling her request, the troubaritz once again endures torment at the hands of her abusive husband the Rogue Prince.

CW: NON-CON, trauma induced depression, abusive marriage, gendered power dynamics, possessive Daemon, Larys being his own warning (foot fetish), vulgar language. MINORS DNI

While Jaskier was off mingling and using his charm to woo the lords and ladies, You sneak your way towards where Larys was situated at.

You sit next to him, doing your best to be as discrete as possible.

"You know the exact location of the White Wolf?" you ask him. Larys, who was minding his own business at this point, turned to face you, "have you considered my offer?"

"I want you to bring him to King's Landing...alive," you tell him, adding the last part in case he decided that detail didn't matter to him, "to a location that I will specify later on. The price you name is of no concern to me, just get him here, whatever it takes."

Larys made a small smile, almost as if he was expecting you to have come to him out of desperation.

"I have no wish for monetary gain, if that is what you are implying," he says. "Then what is the price you wish me to pay?" you ask.

"The debt I claim shall be paid for later," Larys answers, "For I claim the Law of Surprise as my price to pay."

You frown at the man in confusion, "My lord, do you know what you are asking? The Law of Surprise is an ancient Continental custom, it requires that I give you what-" "What you have, but do not yet know you possess," Larys finishes for you, "I assure you, Lady Lark, I am more then well aware. And that is the price I name."

You were confused even more, especially by what this man's motivation was for claiming this foreign custom. You wonder if Larys knew of the gamble he was taking for even naming such a price.

"...fine," you concede, "the Law of Surprise it is. Now will you do as I ask?"

"It will take some time," Larys answers as he stands up,  "Weeks...months even, but it shall be done."

"Thank you," you nod before standing up to go find your brother.

You hear Jaskier's familiar singing voice and lute, indicating he was busy entertaining the nobles.

A small crowd had gathered to watch Jaskier strum his lute and sing an upbeat tune, one you recognize and have actually sang as a duet with your brother on multiple occasions.

As I roved out through Galway city

At the hour of twelve at night

Who should I see but a handsome damsel

Combing her hair by candlelight

"Lassie, I have come a-courting

Your fine favours for to win

And if you'll but smile upon me

Next Sunday night I'll call again"

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

Some of the nobles began to tap their feet in rhythm, and you couldn't help but join in on the second verse of the song,

"So to me you came a-courting

My fine favours for to win

What would give me the greatest pleasure

If you never did call again

Jaskier stopped playing his lute momentarily as the rest of the nobles stared at you. Ignoring the feelings of self-consciousness, you clear your throat and continue a little slower,

What would I do when I go walking

Walking out in the morning dew?

What would I do when I go walking

Walking out with a lad like you?"

Jaskier then resumed playing and the two of you sing the refrain, continuing as a duet, dancing as you did so,

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

"Lassie, I have gold and silver

Lassie, I have houses and land

Lassie, I have ships on the ocean

They'll be all at your command"

"What do I care for your ships on the ocean?

What do I care for your houses and land?

What do I care for your gold and silver?

All I want is a handsome man"

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

The audience applauded at your performance, and you and Jaskier hold hands and take a bow.

"Encore! Encore!" One of the lords demands.

You and Jaskier exchange looks, "What say you, sweet sister?" he asks. You look around and notice Daemon in the corner observing, staring particularly at you. You shake the uneasy feelings, doing your best to avoid his intense gaze.

You think about a song to entertain the nobles with.

You had considered your song, the Song of the White Wolf, but wondered if that was too ominous for this bunch after being entertained with a lively diddy.

You had even contemplating Jaskier's original song, the one that made him famous in the first place, if only to piss off Daemon.

Then you thought of another song of your brother's, one he had written during a time when he and his friends were not on speaking terms. The same one you heard when you met him at Oxenfurt back when Aemma was still inside your womb.

You take the lute from Jaskier and tune it, staring at Daemon as you sing the first lyrics,

I hear you're alive, how disappointing

I've also survived, no thanks to you

Did I not bring you some glee

Mister, oh, look at me

Now I'll burn all the memories of you

The nobles exchange looks, confused at first; Jaskier, who was just as confused turned his gaze to where you were staring and saw what you did, now understanding what you were trying to convey indirectly,

All those lonely miles that you ride

Now you'll walk with no one by your side

Did you ever even care

With your swords and your stupid hair?

Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you

Jaskier joined in right at that moment,

What for d'you yearn?

It's the point of no return

After everything we did, we saw

You turned your back on me

What for d'you yearn?

Watch that butcher burn

At the end of my days when I'm through

No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!"

Burn, butcher, burn

Burn, butcher, burn

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn all the memories of you

You sing the last line on your own, daring to look Daemon in the eye as you did so. The prince in question gave you such a glare, it was almost a miracle you had not fallen dead.

The nobles, ever blissfully ignorant of your silent interaction applauded even more then before.

You hand Jaskier the lute and head off to see Aemma.

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As dusk settled, you kept to yourself as you walk back to your chambers in the keep.

You walk in and close the door.

It was dark in the room as the candles were not lit, which was usually normal, but for some reason you felt a sense of foreboding.

You go to wardrobe, intending to take off your dress and put it away, when the clanking of a goblet caught your attention.

Eyes wide, you turn to face the intruder.

A candle had been lit to reveal Daemon sitting casually at the table, sipping wine from the goblet.

"Dae...Daemon," you say, feeling your chest starting to constrict at this moment, "What...what are you doing here?"

Daemon sipped some wine before he answered you, "I have not seen my wife in years and this is what you ask me?" "Your wife, last I checked, is still in Runestone, probably waiting for you to return and consummate the marriage," you deadpan, hand discretely reaching for the sheathed dagger you kept hidden in case you needed it.

Daemon took a gulp of wine, finishing it off and setting the goblet down, "is that what you think of me?" he asks seemingly out of nowhere. "I don't follow." "A butcher," he says, standing up, "is that what you take me for? What could I have possibly done to earn such ire from the mother of my child."

He approaches you in a menacing manner, and you slowly back away until your back hits the wall.

He grabs your chin so you could look him in the eye, "you were awfully relieved to see your brother when he arrived." "I have not see my brother in years, of course I would be happy to see him," you reason.

"I said relieved, not happy," Daemon points out, "Were you hoping he would take you from this place? You and our daughter? Away from me?"

"It's not-" "Don't deny it, I saw the look in your eyes," Daemon sneers, "you've made it clear that you don't want to stay here, and you've always insisted on taking Aemma away from here as well. Do you think I will mistreat her?"

You shake your head. "You and that idiot of a bard were gone for quite some time in the gardens," Daemon states, "possibly plotting another escape, I am sure of that. Maybe doing something more. Maybe I should have him pay a visit to the dragon pit just to meet Caraxes. It would be a shame if sometime later he were to disappear in the middle of the night only to have his remains found on the beach, charred beyond recognition."

Your eyes widen in disgust; Daemon was really not making an effort to hide his ire for your brother.

"You know what, prince, you are right," you say in a low tone, "you're not a butcher. I was wrong...you're a monster."

You anticipate Daemon fixing to grab you, so you pull out your dagger. Daemon, however, had already anticipated your next more and goes to grab the dagger right as you unsheathed it by the sharp end. Blood oozes from his cut as he tightens his grip on it, Daemon not even fazed by the pain and sight of blood.

You try and pull the dagger away, but Daemon was stronger and pulls it from your hands. He tosses the dagger aside and grabs you, tossing you on the bed.

You struggle to pry him off, but he pins your hands above your head with one hand. The other hand, the same one that grabbed your dagger, he pressed against your throat, smearing the blood there.

The prince's eyes darken at the sight, almost as if he had become aroused even more then he been initially.

"I've been away from my wife for far too long, Little Lark," Daemon says in a dark tone as he lifts your skirts, "I shall not have my needs denied tonight."

You continue to struggle but the fight proved to be futile. You knew the whole of the keep would be asleep now, so there was no point in calling for help. And even if someone did hear, how could they be able to help?

You were already known in Red Keep as Daemon's slut, for all they knew, you wanted this.

So, you close your eyes and hope to the gods that this would be quick if not painless. And you hope more to the gods that your request would be fulfilled sooner then expected.

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Roughly four months had passed since that night, and at this point you were stuck in a state of deep depression.

Something that didn't go unnoticed by Jaskier.

The Bard had suspected it had something to do with Daemon, that the prince was still hurting you when no one else was around.

He had sworn to do something about it, but you stopped your brother knowing it wasn't going to do anything.

You had already struck the deal with Larys to have Geralt brought to King's Landing, and had assured Jaskier it was not going to much longer now (though at that point, you were beginning to doubt that).

Jaskier was still not convinced, but had nodded and promised to hold out.

In the meantime, he made it his mission to keep you by his side at all times as possible so as not to give Daemon any chances to corner you in the halls.

Also during this time, Jaskier had also promptly set up negotiations with Viserys to come up with a compromise for the predicament over who gets to inherit the Viscount de Lettenhove title.

So far, one possible outcome was to allow Aemma to remain in King's Landing until she came of age and wedded Aegon, and then the two could come live at the Pankratz estate on the Continent where the princess could learn what her duties as future Viscountess would entail.

In addition, Viserys was willing to hire tutors that could educate Aemma on  various Continental customs, her mother's included, and to even teach her to speak in different languages such as Nilfgaardian, Toussaintian, and even Elder Speech.

It seemed like an agreeable arrangement seeing as Rhaenyra was still heir to the Iron Throne, Aegon would not be conflicted between his own royal duties.

Conversely, Jaskier had proposed the opposite, that Aemma stay in his estate until she came of age and then let her decide if she wished to remain in her home or return to King's Landing. Also adding to that, assuming the betrothal would go through, Jaskier would be willing to invite Aegon to his estate when the boy came of age and the two could be wedded there instead.

While both king and Viscount had yet to come to an understanding so far, one thing they could agree on was that the firstborn of Aemma and Aegon would be next in line for Jaskier's title, and that same child, son or daughter, would also take the name Pankratz instead of Targaryen.

Truthfully, Jaskier was actually willing to accept the first offer, but right now he was stalling so as not to have a reason to leave and inadvertently leaving you to the wolves, or in this case, the dragons.

Such an endeavor though was becoming exhausting as Jaskier was starting to run out of excuses, and accusations from Otto Hightower towards the Bard about stalling were coming to light.

One evening, after another rough tumble in the sheets with Daemon, after he left, and you laid on the bed, trying to keep yourself from crying, you look to see a note slide under the door.

You go to pick up the note and read it.

It was a map showing you the secret passageways in the keep.

One was highlighted to reveal a hidden passage from your own room which led to outside the keep.

Looking around, you grab your shoes and your cloak and sneak out the passageway.

Once outside, you spot a hooded figure facing your way. The cane in his hand suggested this was Larys Strong waiting for you.

You sigh a bit, hoping beyond hope that the man was true to his word and done as you had requested.

"Is...is he still alive?" you ask, about to assume the worse.

"I had him brought to the location you specified," Larys answers rather cryptically.

"That doesn't answer my question," you deadpan.

"I am a man of my word, Lady Lark, you have nothing to worry about," Larys assures, though that did not make feel any better, "before we go, the matter of the...payment I mentioned must be settled. I wish to claim the Law of Surprise right now."

"...but I don't have anything to offer that I don't know I possess," you say.

Larys looks down at your feet and noticed the shoes you were wearing. He makes a small smile, "those are beautiful looking shoes," he states, "you secret admirer must've paid a pretty penny to gift with such."

You look down and realized it was the shoes you had received anonymously that night...the night Daemon was waiting for you...the night after Larys claimed the Law of Surprise. You realized then what the man was asking.

"You...you're asking for my shoes?" you frown in confusion, "what could you possibly want with them?"

"Does it matter?" Larys shrugs, "I claimed the Law of Surprise when you did not know you possessed these items. Therefore I am within my rights to claim these shoes as my own. That is how the Law works, does it not?"

You nod, knowing that is what the law entails, but it seemed odd to you, especially because Larys was asking for them now and hadn't asked before.

Somewhat reluctantly, you take off your shoes and hand them to Larys who graciously accepts them. His gaze lingers from the shoes and towards your bare feet, making you feel somewhat self-conscious, especially when noticed the way Larys' pupils were blown up. You could chalk that up to the fact that it was night time and his eyes were adjusting to the dim light, but you had a feeling this would be the case even if it was in broad daylight by the look on his face.

It was...well you weren't sure how to describe this look, but it wasn't all that flattering.

"Can we go now?" you ask rather impatiently.

Larys stole a few more seconds to stare at your feet before he turns his gaze to your face, "follow me," he tells you.

You follow Larys to the Street of Silk, to the brothel you had gone to once before when you planned to escape the first time around.

Once there, Larys made his way back to the keep, and you wait for the brothel madam Dina, who was more than happy to see you.

She leads you up the stairs to the secret room where you had once met Mysaria.

The room was dark and you barely see anything.

You feel yourself start to panic, assuming this was a trap, or worse, that Daemon had somehow found out again and was waiting for you instead.

"(y/n)?"

You hear the deep, gruff voice behind you. The same voice you had been waiting years to listen to again.

Tears well up in your eyes, but you quickly wipe them away so as not blur your vision as you turn to face the man you have been waiting for this whole time.

You choke up a sob when you see a candle had been lit to reveal his white hair, stubble face, and gold eyes that had nothing but love for at this moment.

"Geralt!"

Chapter 21

[neonravengames]

Facts about the main figures in the fae court and if there’s a fae royal family facts about them too please ?

I’ve been waiting for this!

Queen Seraphina: The ruling Queen of the fae court, Seraphina is a figure of awe and terror. Towering in stature (she’s 8’ 6”) her true form is reminiscent of the immense, ethereal fairies spoken of in human legends, though she can shift her appearance to match the size of those she encounters. Known among humans as the “Witch of the Woods,” her powers are the stuff of myth—stories say she can alter memories, summon storms, and even influence people in their dreams. Despite her elegance and beauty, she is often seen as fickle, and her grudges are long-lasting and deeply felt.

Although Queen Seraphina is not easily swayed, it was her son, Prince Aelar, who, with Jeyra’s aid, convinced her to support the treaty with the humans. For Seraphina, fae traditions and honor are paramount, and while she is a fierce protector of her people, she has little tolerance for betrayal. Her life has spanned centuries, kept long by a ritual unique to the fae royal line. In time, fae rulers begin to feel the weight of their own magic (think magical lobsters 🦞), and when their power threatens to overwhelm them, they merge with the sacred Ancestor Tree, becoming part of the council of past rulers who lend their wisdom to future generations.

Prince Aelar: Queen Seraphina’s only son, Aelar is as noble as he is formidable. While he is known for his kindness and sense of justice, on the battlefield he becomes something else entirely—a fierce and unyielding warrior who strikes fear into his enemies. He trained Jeyra in the art of the fae’s elite fighting style, and the two share a bond rooted in mutual respect and trust. It was Aelar who saw the potential for peace between the fae and humans, and he became a strong advocate for the treaty, believing that cooperation could bring lasting stability to both realms. Though Aelar is a prince and highly respected, he is humble and approachable. He often listens to the concerns of common fae, understanding that a ruler is only as strong as their people. His loyalty to his mother and the fae court is unwavering, but there is a gentleness to him that many admire. His connection to Jeyra remains one of his most cherished friendships, and he values her honesty and courage, especially in a court where deception is often the norm.

Vespera and Maelis: The Queen’s advisors, these twins are powerful figures in the fae court and wield influence both in politics and warfare. Vespera, the elder twin, has a deep sense of duty and takes her role seriously. Known for her sharp mind and discerning nature, she has an unbreakable loyalty to Queen Seraphina, often acting as her confidant for personal conflicts. Vespera has a stoic and calculated nature, preferring to observe and strategize rather than act on impulse. Her wisdom is well-regarded in the fae court, and she is known to be both fair and formidable.

Maelis, on the other hand, is charming, persuasive, and something of a rogue. His silver tongue and magnetic presence make him an excellent diplomat, though he sometimes draws criticism for his more carefree, unpredictable demeanor. Maelis is a well-known wanderer who often spends time in the human kingdoms (in disguise), gathering information. Where Vespera brings a sense of stability, Maelis brings adaptability and change, and the two complement each other well in serving the Queen.

Lirien (I’ve renamed Kaelen): Maelis’s son and the fae court’s ambassador to the human realm, Lirien has inherited his father’s charisma and keen intuition. He walks the line between diplomacy and mischief, known for his quick wit and uncanny ability to win people over. Though young, Lirien is well-versed in the intricacies of both fae and human politics, he’s a something of a fan of humans seeing their short lives and fierce passions as fascinating. Unlike the more stoic fae, Lirien has a playful and curious streak. While he takes his role seriously, he views his time in the human realm as an adventure, using it to learn more about people and their ways.

[brokenreality--x]

Those new to my page!

I have five characters I write.

Jax Steel: is my main- A raider and a asshole. He's an asshole, plain and simple. The only thing good his name is his loyalty. He also loves knives and hates whiny complaining women.

Verses: TLOU, FALLOUT, BIOSHOCK

Judy Murphy: She's super nice and innocent but won't tell anyone of her past. This is her only verse for now. Haven't written with her enough to really understand who she is.

Verse: Fallout

Piper Wright: A reporter who's all about sending the truth out to the world. She'll go to vast lengths to get it too. She's great with her pistol and she's great with her words. You just need to give her patience if she wants to interview anyone or avoid deathclaws.

Verses: Fallout

Emma Swan: She's the one who breaks the curse and saves everyone and deals with the fact that while being left on the side of the road as baby, she wasn't really abandoned. That her parents have been stuck in a curse in Maine her whole life, waiting for her. She pushes people away. She also has issues believing that her parents are from the Enchanted Forest. Aka. Snow White and Prince Charming.

Verse: Once Upon a Time.

Daario Volkov: [ DA:I ] A rogue, a thief, a survivalist. He's a loner but devoted to helping the Inquisition. When actually he's a spy for Corypheus. His personality is a mix of Rider Flynn and Aladdin. He works under Leliana as one of her assassins.

Verse: Dragon Age, Skyrim

[the-rogue-dragon]

🔥“Perhaps the Prince should give children to his wife, not to his… concubine.” The words of the Hand of the King resonated in his ears like drums before a battle. Each word hitting like the sea broke on the rocks, relentless, unstoppable, definitive, uncaring, consuming. The salt of the sea coursed through his wounds, but he would not flinch at it, he would not react to the poisonous words of the Hand. No one would see, no one would notice if he schooled his features. But his tightening jaw betrayed him. His child… his child had died under a storm in the Narrow Sea or those were the news. He couldn’t hold that child in his arms, couldn’t watch them walk for the first time, babble their first word… It angered his mind and made his blood boil.

“Careful, my Prince, we wouldn’t want anything happening to her, don’t we?” The leech taunted - more like a serpent did its prey, a smirk playing on his lips. “What are you talking about, Otto?” The King interrupted, unsure of what was going on between the Hand and his brother. “Prince Daemon’s child with the whore is alive, and in King’s Landing.” He spoke calmly, eyes darting with amusement towards the Prince. A herd of the strongest men of the City Watch would have been needed to stop Daemon in that moment from throwing himself towards the Hand. Yet it only took the presence of the King at his side to stop him from going with what his mind desired. It would be a fitting end, his sword claimed for blood and Daemon wanted nothing but to drown it on his. Yet he did not move, nor did he react to the taunting words.

House Targaryen has always been known for their fire - the fire of their dragons, and their own. There were rumors that said each Targaryen baby was first a dragon that within the womb became more human, and yet the dragon in them was always present. Daemon’s was in his heart, growling loud and clear, burning everything in its path. Yet that day - like the night he learned about his child’s fate in the Narrow Sea - that fire extinguished momentarily.. That night, the Prince drank himself to sleep, and cursed his brother fiercely. This time, however, the fire that always ran hot in his veins became cold like the ice of the North, and so did his dragon. Those who saw him walk past them - after leaving the council room - had seen something shine in his purple eyes. There was no fire this time, it was a dark storm that promised to unleash on all of them.

The Maester who left document of this moment assures on their writing, that when the Prince of the City walked - that night - out of the Keep, a storm from the North devastated the city. Snow was rare on King’s Landing, and if some member of House Stark had been there they would have claimed that winter had arrived. But winter was yet to arrive in the way House Stark has been expecting it. However, no one could deny that a storm of snow fell upon the city, as the Prince strode through the Street of Silk in search for his concubine. Dark Sister pressed at his hip, his hand on his hilt, yet no one dared to cross him, or stop his rage that seemed to match that of the weather.

It was said that the door of the brothel of Lady Mysaria had been kicked open by the wind, and that the candles were out in one breath. That by the door stood a white haired man with purple eyes as dark as the clouds on the sky, and the women screamed frightened at the presence of whom many believed to be a White Walker. But such creatures had not been seen in Westeros in many years, and only the few candles that had survived, illuminated the figure in such a way to scare the girls who did not know better. The brave ones ran to lit up the candles, and the Prince walked inside, with the calculated presence of his own dragon Caraxes, eyeing each and one of the women, until his piercing eyes stopped at one. “You lying cunt.” His words were tight in his teeth as if something stopped him from speaking them. “You sent word to me that my child was gone, that the storm has taken it from you. And yet here I find, not by you, that our child lives, and has been doing so for eight years. EIGHT YEARS!” He spat angrily. “Give me a reason not to cut your throat, or let the Hand do his job.”

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Returned

Main Verse

@xrealmofmanymusesx

Daemon was happy to be back at court. He was even happier to be returning victorious after his war in the Stepstones. The court was buzzing with the news and the gossip. Although Daemon shocked them all not just with his return but with him giving up his crown to his brother, the king. What else were others suspecting him to do? Keep the crown and fight Viserys? No. Daemon would always protect his brother. It was what he always did. Protect Viserys, even from himself if necessary. Daemon had won the war in the Stepstones with the help of his brother, and everyone knew it. It had been his victory, his and the Sea Snake's, and Daemon was ready to bask in the glory.

The Rogue Prince would admit it to no one, but he was happy to be home. Back within the Red Keep where he grew up, and where his family resided. Daemon had missed the hot air of King's Landing, and the warm breeze that would flow through the keep and the cool night air. He had missed Viserys as well, but that was another thing, the Prince would never admit. Although it seemed while Daemon was away, Otto Hightower had sunk his claws deeper into the king, which would have to be undone first. After the celebration of Daemon's return. That was something Daemon would look forward to.

Although at the moment, the Prince strode down the hallway of the Red Keep heading to the section of the keep that held the royal chambers that included his own. If any changes had been made to his room he would have to put them right and chastise whoever made such changes.

[hal-assan]

Muse List

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Yvair Viriselan, of Clan Lavellan

Dalish rogue, skilled particularly in archery and tracking. While known to be sarcastic and rather flirtatious, Yvair genuinely is bighearted deep down and prone to self-sacrificial tendencies. Despite being overall a 'proud' Dalish, his beliefs could be considered more agnostic than faithful. While not blindly trusting of humans, Yvair is more willing than some Dalish to allow every human to make their own impression instead of outright assuming ill intent. Canon world state features him as Inquisitor, but a companion verse can be requested.

Syrillon Viriselan, Of Clan Lavellan

Main story has her father as the Inquisitor and her taking up the role as Rook to go after Solas because she's pissed at him. Can play her either as a Warden or a Veil Jumper since both fit her story depending on how it's played out. Totally fine not being Rook, and not having her father be the Inquisitor, but please ask prior to interaction. Uses sarcasm for emotional protection and tends to be quick to anger on certain subjects.

Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven

Devote Andrastian who despite his strong faith may be considered openminded, or critical of how the Chantry functions at times. He wants to be able to help those in need of it, and can struggle against making rash decisions. Defaults to friendship path, request if intended rivaled.

Elgaris Viriselan, of Clan Lavellan

Born initially to Clan Viriselan, after her magical capabilities unlocked Elgaris moved to Clan Lavellan alongside her older brother to take on the responsibility of learning to one day become a Keeper. Unlike her brother, Elgaris genuinely believes in the Evanuris. She is lighthearted and optimistic to the point some people may consider her to be naive. Defaults to First of Clan Lavellan, willing to play as Second to another Lavellan.

Quin, Shadow Dragon

Quin is a run away Tevinter slave who escaped from Venatori at the age of 16 during the events of Inquisition. Main canon has him ending up taken in by one of my Heroes of Ferelden (Tamlen, Warden verse) but it can easily be reworked to fit different narratives. He's a Shadow Dragon. Over all really nice person, he just wants the best for people. Sympathetic of Solas over all. Not intending to play him as Rook, but rather an ally just outside the main group.

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Tamlen, of Clan Sabrae

Raised a proud Dalish, Tamlen is wary of every human until given a good reason not to be. Doomed by his curious nature, the warrior ended up Blighted and conscripted to take on the Blight despite his protests. While he fought against the idea up until his Joining, Tamlen proves to be a great addition to the Warden's ranks. Canon worldstate has him stubbornly become the Hero of Ferelden due to delivering the killing blow to the Archdemon-- if his life is spared in the act, he is out of the loop as to how.

Fejin Mahariel, of Clan Sabrae

Fejin is morally grey-- someone who isn't concerned if they need to spill blood to get their job done. However as long as it is in their abilities, they will do their best to aid those less fortunate than them. Unfortunately for anyone who is better off, especially if they prove a terrible person, Fejin is not above thievery or other criminal activities. Usually an alternative to Tamlen, but happy to write it where both had survived.

Merrill Alerion, of Clan Sabrae

Despite turning to blood magic in an attempt to fix the eluvian that cost her the lives of her closest friends (be they dead or simply taken from the Clan), Merrill is nice to nearly everyone unless given a very good reason not to be. She seeks knowledge of her people's past and many may consider her naive or stupid, views she doesn't always try to correct. In some cases she'll lean into that belief and use it as an opportunity to troll or otherwise mess with those around her.

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Archex, Tal-Vashoth

When it became clear that Archex was going to face re-education due to not quite conforming to what the Qun wanted of him, he took off despite having no idea of what to do with himself after gaining his freedom. In due time, the Qunari happens across a merchant under attack by bandits and steps in to save his life. The human befriends him, even taking him in as family and helps Archex eventually adjust to life as a Ferelden. Verse set for Inquisition, but happy to work out something for any other timeframe.

[quietmalice]

PSA Name change:

Therogueprincedaemon -> theroguedragons

Originally I wanted to name this profile the rogue prince for obvious reasons, but since that was taken I added daemons name. I never liked that it was so long and when I started to add Daena, I knew I will have to change it one day but that also means I need another promo. Unless that comes you’ll find my old one still pinned under the old name just so you don’t get confused. Daemon is still my main muse here but since I now write Daena in modern verse too she will definitely be more active here and deserves the representation. Thank you for the continuing support ❤️

[the-rogue-dragon]

@fallesto continues from here;

🔥EVER SINCE HE COULD REMEMBER he has been quite interested in history. His attention was always only focused on the Maesters as they spoke of a past he could only know from their stories, and the books they wrote. He first learned to read in High Valyrian, talk and write in it as well, but Common Tongue has been hard, it took a toll on him, and it required his entire focus. Reading has been easier, speaking it harder and writing it… well that was still a struggle even now. But the Maesters knew he would get better, Daemon was very keen in getting better at everything he was taught - specially the knowledge of their House history.

However, he knew he disturbed - or rather annoyed - the people around him, for he was a curious child, and had always been, and demanded answers as if he was a young King. He oft pestered his grandsire with questions about Visenya, or his grandmother, or even went to his father when Baelon allowed him a moment. But the one he bored the most - or so he assumed - was Viserys, his brother. For they were usually together. Frowning as his explanation did not get any commentary, the hatchling in question glanced at his brother. “What moments?” The adults oft said things like that, but he still couldn’t understand the meaning behind those words. “Don’t be silly, brother, we will always have time to be together.”

However all frowns vanished from his expression the second Viserys offered one of the second best prospects in his life - the first one being cake - to go and see the Black Dread. This illuminated his Valyrian features immediately, and purple-wine eyes glanced up with utter happiness. “Do you mean it?” He asked the following right behind, because he wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing Balerion, or ride with his brother. The last time he had been on the sky was when Baelon took him on Vhagar for his nameday, but that was already too long ago.

As any child, the young Prince was more worried about when he would have cake next, and hoped no greens were found on his plate during dinner. Despite all attempts, he still disliked his greens. But seeing a dragon - and riding one - was on the list of the best things to happen in his life, and he was more than ready to get his own. “But my egg didn't hatch.” He complained - something he has been doing for a long time now. “And the hatchlings are not… good enough. I want a dragon like the Black Dread, or Vhagar! Yes! I want to ride Vhagar!” It would be the best thing to happen to him to ride the dragon his favorite Targaryen had rode before him. He didn’t yet understand that to claim an already claimed dragon, his rider needed to die.

[handsomethrowrug]

VERSES

Under the read-more is a breakdown of all the verses that take place on this blog. The first section deals with verses in the timeline of his existence, and the section lists the different AUs that may arise.

If the links do not work, every verse is tagged as " v; [name] ", eg " v; i could be king " (excluding quotation marks). There are no special symbols used.

To Summon a Ghost - Main Verse #1. Set after the movie (and post-Lion Guard if that’s applicable). Scar is dead, and can only appear as a fire-based ghost. He can be found either by those who have summoned him through the use of a fire (whether willingly or accidentally), or by those who have a natural connection to the supernatural. He can also be found by those who can access the limbo between life and death. 

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I Could Be King - Main Verse #2. Set at any point before Mufasa’s death. Scar is the younger brother of the King, biding his time to take a position that he believes to be rightfully his. This setting is also the default for crossovers.

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The Rightful King - Set during the latter part of the movie. Scar is the king of a Pride Lands that is dying from a prolonged drought. Though he tries to maintain order and solve the problems facing him, it isn’t enough. The further into the reign the story is set, the more unstable he becomes. However, for most who reside near Pride Rock, he would still act as though he is not breaking apart under the seams.

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I Have a Plan - The Lion Guard verse. Scar is the revenge-driven volcano spirit, convinced that if he can’t have the Pride Lands, no one else can.

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Before the Scar - (Despite the name, Tacari does have the scar from a young age.) This setting covers the days from a bright-eyed cub to a bitter young adult who feels like all opportunities have been taken from him. Where applicable, this will also cover the era that he led the Guard.

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AU SETTINGS

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King of Sunlit Plateau - The Dreamlight Valley verse. Generally set after all his missions are completed. As a king of a small area called ‘the Sunlit Plateau’, Scar lacks the envy that consumed him in another setting, and is considered less ‘dangerous’ than he might otherwise be. He’s trying to behave, but it is difficult trying to adjust to a world that wants him to follow all their rules while refusing to understand who he is. He can’t mess this up, not after being reunited with his precious trinket. This is a good alternate setting for crossovers with other Disney characters.

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The Heartless King - The Kingdom Hearts verse. After all the work Scar undertook to become King of Pride Rock, including making a deal with Pete, he’s not willing to give up the throne so easily. If that means he will persist through death to haunt the kingdom, he’ll do it.

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Survived the Flames - An AU where the hyenas did not kill him. Scar was able to escape to the Outlands in a badly injured state. Time was not kind, and he is not in a position to strike revenge. He is a weak, elderly rogue lion who would not stand a chance in a fight. Instead, he watches from outside the borders of the only place he knew home as it thrives once more without the strangling ivy that was Scar’s mere presence. He is unaware of the existence of Zira and the other exiled lions, and he chooses to reveal his true identity to the next generation. He instead uses the name ‘Taka’, even if the old nickname feels like it doesn’t suit. (This verse does not link in with the Lion Guard by default. However, characters from that series are welcome to interact.)

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The Rogue of the North - An AU where Scar failed to usurp Mufasa long before Simba’s birth. Instead of being killed, he was banished. Years have passed, and there is a rogue lion by the name of Tatu who works alongside the hyenas. Who is he? What does he want? And why does he want his presence to be kept a secret from other Pride Landers?

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A Captured Prince - Before Scar can get his plans into motion, he is captured by humans and sent somewhere far beyond the Pride Lands. With all plans destroyed, and no way home, he has no choice but to reluctantly accept his new situations. At least the humans can understand him. (This will usually default to the adult setting, but can be used for him as a cub)

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A Better Life - (AKA the 'nothing bad happens’ AU) A potential follow-on from the above verse if Tacari was taken from the Pride Lands as a cub, only to be brought back at a later part in his life. Gaining a wider perspective of the world has helped him see that there is more to his sense of self than being king, and he is able to find a new purpose for himself in life while staying in the Pride Lands. He is still the antisocial, dramatic and sassy uncle, but this time around there is no intent to kill.

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Lost Soul on the Isle - The Descendants Verse. Scar is one of the few villains that has opted to remain in his true form. However, he will encourage his cubs to take advantage of human forms to help further their goals. He has no interest in getting personally invested in overthrowing those on Auradon.

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The Corrupt Businesslion - The Zootopia verse. Tacari is a lion highly ranked in the family enterprise run by his older brother Mufasa. He is a grump, but tries to help where he can. But once business has closed for the night, he begins his second ‘job’ as Scar, the puppet master of a gang of hyenas causing trouble around the city. Of course, no one can prove the connection.

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Revived But Not Alive - There may come a day where someone is able to revive Scar into a physical form, and in return gain a useful ally.

[fals3nd]

private, mostly friends only multimuse by bee (26, est, she/they). most muses with siblings are mains with my sisters versions, @homebehind and @omegahs

rules.

dragon age esyllt trevelyan - inquisitor. greer cousland - companion cousland sibling calpernia - (former?) venatori leader ( bg3 verse )

star wars bodhi rook - rogue one rey - canon divergent/heavily headcanon based you forty quinn - s2 guinevere beck - s1, emphasis on canon divergent survivor au

the hunger games katniss everdeen

lord of the rings eowyn

little women jo march - book & pbs 2017 miniseries insp beth march - book & pbs 2017 miniseries insp

d&d ocs meredith connar - light cleric, savior of elturel, kind of a heretic rn don't worry about it prince rin adveliss reaegis of the celestial kingdom of praezar - babiest child of a fucked up astral elf monarchy, archfey patron warlock eleine etene - sci-fi flavored great old one warlock. ex-con who maybe downloaded a malicious ai into her cybernetic limbs and now is arguing with it while it controls her arm and leg. it's real fun.

good omens anathema device - book & show influences

doctor who the captain - timelord oc, connected to nan's oc the artificer downton abbey edith crawley we have always lived in the castle constance blackwood

the haunting of hill house (netflix) luke crain

nancy drew ( games based ) nancy drew

swan lake ( ballet ) the swan queen / odette

baldur's gate 3 odile / the dark urge

pacific rim piper reed, jaeger pilot, connected to @denouemente's oc jude warren

greek mythos helen of troy

we are th.e t.igers riley williams dead boy detectives (netflix based) edwin paine jenny green

the dragon slippers creel