#꧁ ic: master of the house ꧂

[lordbloodraven1000eyes1]

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[breadandbloodybutter]

Flexing some Not Safe For Work writing to get back in the groove. Warnings/What's Involed: Raphael x 'Reader' {no gender implied}, Mild Sex Scene, Mild Mention of Choking, Most Likely Didn't Live Through That Sex, Raphael Language of being derogatory of mortals needs and lives or just anyone that isn't him.

As he'd lifted their leg to partake in the scent of their skin, a longer than mortal tongue ran along half of the appendage's length.

Was he showing off? Transforming himself, one piece at a time? Of course he was. After all, part of such an intimate dance was the performance itself.

All for his own benefit.

Haarlep had once quipped that Raphael only ever loved Raphael - as true now than it had ever been. Putting on such airs and graces, indulging in the subtle art of using words and whimsy to ensnare the willing; it might as well have all been foreplay for himself.

Still, there was always something so deliciously divine about the way that they would look at him, breathless and wanting - just the way that he liked them. To taste the very sweat from their pores, to know that in this moment, they existed only for him.

Souls would never taste sweeter than those willing to bear themselves nakedly to the endless hunger of a devil.

"Legs apart now, pet." Raphael would purr with a voice thick and sweet as honey, now black nails digging into their thighs as he settled himself between them. Ordinarily, pleasuring another was beneath him, more of a mercy on their behalf than any desire to do so - oh, but the way that this one begged and pleaded so sweetly, the air thick with how much they wanted to be defiled..

It would have been ungentlemanly to not have a more personal taste.

The screams that followed would have surely been heard by the tavern below, but he cared little for any auditory audiences they may have had. Let them hear - let them envy, tremble before how he could command mortal flesh to bend, to beg and to break. To hang on every one of his words, to sing (and sometimes curse) praises to the heavens, whilst he showed them every sin that hell had to offer.

Licking at his lips, Raphael reached over to grab a nearby silken handkerchief, wiping their filth from his mouth before addressing them again smugly. "I take it that you have no complaints?"

Rather a pity that mortals tended to be so fragile. One of the few benefits of Haarlep at least, that there were less limitations, if any. Perhaps, that's why he found himself indulging from time to time - that their lives were so fleeting. To taste upon their souls before they were completely consumed. Such a privilege it was for them, surely.

Oh, and the trepidation! The way that their poor hearts would stutter, their breath would catch at having to accommodate his cambion form, far greater than any cock they would have taken. How their eyes would widen for the briefest of moments, before rolling back at the overflowing of ecstasy, even with the pain of it - to feel every ridge driving again and again without pause.

Succumbing to such desires could ultimately earn one their death.

How their arms would try to hold him - so sickeningly mortal - and he would knock them away, that they would dare try to embrace him in such a human way - holding them down by the throat and knowing that their lives, the very essence of body and soul - they were in his hands, that they were dependent on him, every thread of their existence in this moment was tied to him--

Such thoughts always led to the same conclusion. Snarling through a furious climax that most couldn't even have the decency to live through. And why should they? Blood certainly wasn't the only thing an infernal had that was always running hot.

Thankfully, the staff at the Sharess Caress were always providing excellent room service, and a discretion that led to a profitable exchange. For as long as he would support their business, they would support his.

..Even if on occasion, that business may have overlapped with personal pleasures.

[witchlingcirce]

My favourite Targaryen that we have like no info on is Elaena Targareyn- like that’s my nothingburger Targaryen!!!

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Daemon Velaryon, the First Admiral, was the one who traveled to Essos to ensure they would not help Westeros against the Targaryen Conquest, as well as making alliances with Volantis, Pentos, Myr and Lys and agreeing to betrothals between Valyrian-descended nobles from there and one of his four sons and three of his four daughters, as well as four sons of one cousin and three sons of another cousin. (You can say they were black skinned or white skinned according to the canon you prefer)

Daemon also secured what would become the Crownlands and acquired riches from the taxes he received as guarantee and bringing the riches from Essos and the Crownlands to the treasures of House Targaryen and House Velaryon.

Daemon also fought against the Braavosi who were helping House Arryn and died fighting against the Valemen, being avenged by Visenya I The Conqueror.

The surname Waters is in honor to House Velaryon's role during the Conquest

[nebulousfishgills]

I have slowly been making my way into the asoiaf lore but I’m curious where the backstory on blood raven is🤔

Okay, so I'm no expert or anything, but I'll provide a brief crash course:

Brynden Rivers, son of Melissa Blackwood and Aegon IV Targaryen, known as one of the many Great Bastards. His defining features are his white hair, pale skin, and red eyes caused by being born an albino. He also has a winestain birth mark on his cheek resembling a raven, some say, the origin of the nickname Bloodraven. He was legitimized with his other siblings on Aegon IV's death bed, causing a sucession crisis.

He was a Targaryen loyalist during the Blackfyre Rebellions, I believe a civil war between the Targaryens and the Blackfyres (like the Targaryens but Not) as a result of the sucession crisis. He loses one of his eyes during this war, but he almost never patched it, choosing to keep it out in the open.

He's the last known wielder of Dark Sister, sword of Visenya the Conquerer (currently in Daemon's possession in House of the Dragon) and is a skilled archer.

Under the reign of his half brother Aerys I Targaryen, he served as Hand of the King and Master of Whispers, and then as Hand of the King for Aerys' successor, Maekar I. Eventually he becomes Lord Commander of the Night's Watch until he (and Dark Sister) vanished one day beyond the Wall.

It's not the end for Brynden, though, as he is in fact, still alive during the events of Game of Thrones as the Three Eyed Crow/Raven, the last greenseer. Bran Stark's mentor.

I'm very fascinated by Bloodraven as a character and I think he might be one of the coolest characters in the ASOIAF universe.

His wiki provides more in-depth information:

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Catelyn IV

“Lord Baelish tells me that I have you to thank for bringing me here.”

Varys giggled like a little girl. “Oh, yes. I suppose I am guilty. I hope you forgive me, kind lady.”

He eased himself down into a seat and put his hands together. “I wonder if we might trouble you to show us the dagger?”

Catelyn Stark stared at the eunuch in stunned disbelief. He was a spider, she thought wildly, an enchanter or worse. He knew things no one could possibly know, unless…

“What have you done to Ser Rodrik?” she demanded.

Littlefinger was lost. “I feel rather like the knight who arrives at the battle without his lance. What dagger are we talking about? Who is Ser Rodrik?”

“Ser Rodrik Cassel is master-at-arms at Winterfell,” Varys informed him. “I assure you, Lady Stark, nothing at all has been done to the good knight. He did call here early this afternoon. He visited with Ser Aron Santagar in the armory, and they talked of a certain dagger. About sunset, they left the castle together and walked to that dreadful hovel where you were staying. They are still there, drinking in the common room, waiting for your return. Ser Rodrik was very distressed to find you gone.”

“How could you know all that?”

“The whisperings of little birds,” Varys said, smiling.

“I know things, sweet lady. That is the nature of my service.” He shrugged.

[lilmcttens]

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[lordbloodraven1000eyes1]

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[breadandbloodybutter]

fiendishfinesse Haarlep, delightful as they may be, lacks a certain... je ne sais quoi. 🤔💔

"Are you honestly surprised that an incubus cannot hold an intelligent conversation outside of his own appetites?"

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

You may be cool... but are you DJ LETHAL cool?🧊😎🧊

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Daemon Velaryon

The brother of Valaena Velaryon and uncle of the Conquerors, and the First Master of Ships of Westeros

He left a pretty big legacy for his descendants to follow

[somebozoontheinternet]

Knuckles and DX

[heartfeltdreamofbeing]

The time thingies in asoiaf were bothering so from now on this is the rule of thumb I'll use

i dont have any particular reasoning except it's regular. Technically to match up with our calendar with would be best to use 13 months (52 weeks) but for me 14 is better since its divisible by 7, as in 7 kingdoms, 7 gods, 7 gates... also it kinda fixs how young gmmr writes the characters, especially as the books progress

also if anyone is curious this is how the starks would look in agot

*i didn't put jon because he is the same age as robb

[sundoes]

❛❛ You know, you're cool in my book. ❜❜ hands smoke a pair of sunglasses

【   ♔.   ⸻   &.𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞.   】          if the actor does manage to look across the dining table, they would see a small but appreciative smile at the gifting of the shades: tomas always marveled at the idea of the eyewear, even though at times he wondered how johnny always wore them. since there was no real need for them inside the restaurant, the gray-haired warrior slides them to where they are perched along the top of their silver-esque mane. they feel very modern on him, and would definitely be a keepsake for their secret box of mementos they have collected over the years. ❛ you are too kind, johnny ... but you're still not getting out of the bill for this. ❜ tomas tries to let his smirk coolly come as they take a sip of their tea: he won the bet fair & square, & even though they very well could pay for both, there was a bit of fun in not letting cage think he's gotten off the hook about their little wager, especially when they had told johnny they were quite famished after today's training of the steadily building shirai ryu. ❛ another order of dumplings ~ ? ❜

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Eddard IV

Ned was aghast. “Aerys Targaryen left a treasury flowing with gold. How could you let this happen?”

Littlefinger gave a shrug. “The master of coin finds the money. The king and the Hand spend it.”

“I will not believe that Jon Arryn allowed Robert to beggar the realm,” Ned said hotly.

Grand Maester Pycelle shook his great bald head, his chains clinking softly. “Lord Arryn was a prudent man, but I fear that His Grace does not always listen to wise counsel.”

“My royal brother loves tournaments and feasts,” Renly Baratheon said, “and he loathes what he calls ‘counting coppers.’”

[littlestgiant]

Despa, partially distracted by a book in his hand, taps at Bojji's back before simply leaning down to pick him up with an arm. "Come along, young Bojji. There's training to do, studies to accomplish..."

A bit surprised at the sudden touch but as soon as he recognized his Master he was more than willing to go wherever with him. "Augh!" nodding in agreement there was no argument from him! After all, training was important, and studies too if he was going to become a king someday he would need to achieve greatness in both!

Thankfully he had steady guidance from master Despa..........when he was not distracted by the riches...