#Day and Nigt

[chalagoat]

Gorgeous

Timothée Chalamet for Saturday Night Live ✨

Twitter credit to THR

[inkywhisp]

why i need the next book to be about Elucien:

we see something other than the nigt court

Elain gets a real personality and (hopefully) her own friends

I wanna see what Elain can do with her powers when nobody is holding her back (*cough*inner circle*couch*)

moon-on-a-string Lucien will be back and better than ever

Elain and Lucien get the love story they both deserve (with bridgerton level love confessions)

a breather from bat-boy stories

more Eris

Eris and Lucien bonding → especially about how much they hate Beron and their brothers

more autumn court dynamics

Eris and Elain bonding

Lucien as day court heir reveal

Helion and LoA story (i want it to huuurt)

mother-daughter relationship between Elian and LoA

unbiased update on Tamlin

maybe a realiy check for the night court and that what they do is not necessarily "good" just bc they think it is?

[akookminsupporter]

Hey Rosie, so i did a thing a decided to visit some taekook blogs to just read some of their theories to see if i could understand where they are coming from because no matter how hard i think about things, i just can’t for the life of me understand why someone will honestly still ship taekook in 2024 and even after watching everything Jikook have done for and to each other in years and when i tell you i lost braincells, believe me i did.

I’m one person who believes that people should be free to believe in what they want to as long as they are not being dismissive of other members bonds but i realized that, that is literally the only way taekookers cope. They are blatantly dismissive of Jk’s bond with Jimin and only acknowledge it when it comes to moments they cannot argue and then the want to play the “they are bestfriends so it’s normal” card even though just right before that, they were claiming how Jk arrived Yoongi’s concert and ignored Jimin. How can u say this and then when someone brings something which obviously shows how Jk cares about Jimin you are back to claiming that they are bestfriends even though you think Jk will arrive a concert and ignore his bestfriend just because he wants to cling to his “boyfriend”? Make it make sense.

I know that in the last years, jikook spaces have gotten really toxic and some jikookers are becoming as delulu as tkkrs but i will always thank God for the handful of sane jikookers we still have because trust me when i tell you that there is not a SINGLE sane taekooker in this world. All of them have either been brainwashed or are plain stupid. For the most part, most jikookers pay attention to facts to try to make sense of jikook. Yes we do have our theories but you don’t see Jikookers sticking to their theories as proof of the damn ship but this is the opposite for taekookers. They actually don’t care about the facts. They don’t care about what the boys have to say or what has actually happened all these years. They only care about their own interpretation of the boys actions and words.

You wouldn’t hear them bringing up tangible reasons as to why they think their ship is real. They will bring up reasons like the fact that taekook wore the same shirt on the same day and same time even though they were in different continents💀. They will bring up things like hearing taekook’s voices in each other’s Lives and the only proof they have for this are the voices in their heads.

I am one of those who believes that Jikook sometimes hide in each other’s Lives but i don’t believe this just because i see them look to a certain direction for 3 seconds or because i hear a random sound. My belief is backed up by the fact that we literally have evidence which has been consistent for over a decade which points to the fact that Jimin and Jk are the two who spend the most of their nigts together. I didn’t come to this conclusion by imagining that they do, i came to this conclusion because they have literally told us this so many damn times. So if i hear a voice or feel like someone else is in Jimin or Jk’s room at some odd hour, i am more inclined to think it is Jimin or Jk rather than anyone else because those two have a history of being in each other’s rooms the most, you get? It is the same as, if someone has a reputation of being a theif, if something gets missing everyone will most likely look to them first before anyone else.

Another thing that is really weird to me about taekookers is how they blatantly ignore everything we have witnessed Jikook do for years and then they hype up taekook doing some of those things for a 6 months period. This entire fandom has seen Jikook arrive and leave so many places together for years with or without tae present. We know that Jk has hung out with Jimin and his friends for years. Infact we saw Jk with Jm’s friends way b4 anyone ever dreamed of Jk hanging out with Tae’s wooga but when Jk did all these things with Jimin, it didn’t matter and it meant nothing but now, some of them consider it irrefutable proof that taekook is real because Taekook arrived and left a concert together ONCE in 10 years and because for the first time in a decade, Jk was seen hanging out with Tae and his friends for a period of time. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

Do you remember those days when taekookers used to swear that Jikook hanging out alot outside of work was proof that they weren’t real because according to them, no closeted couple in a homophobic country will expose themselves so much? Remember when JM and Jk sharing cars was fanservice? Remember how they downplayed Jk’s lives about JM in chapter two because it was “official content” but were praying Jk did the same for tae and when that didn’t happen, they switched their narrative to “Jk was forced” or “Jm needed promotion while tae didn’t”. I honestly don’t understand how they even make sense to themselves. Ask them why they think Jk and tae are a couple when there is literally evidence Jk spending birthdays and couple holidays with Jimin and not seeing Tae some times at all and they tell you, Jk and tae have to protect themselves by lying that they don’t. So you mean to tell me that Jk and Tae don’t feel the need to “protect” themselves when they are attending premiers or when tae is namedropping Jk 1783787 times or when Tae is coming to announce that Jk sings him a song but they only feel the need to “protect” themselves when it comes to admitting that they go to greet each other on birthdays?

You see that their entire premise of belief in their ship is making other people the villains in taekook’s lives. The big bad company who constantly separates the boys in camera, constantly forces Jk to do fanservice with Jimin, constantly cuts their moments, Jimin who constantly forces himself on Jk, who doesn’t respect his friends relationships, Jk who is lilly livered and cannot stand up and say no to the money hungry company, Jk who sometimes hurts tae by playing along with the “fanservice” and poor tae tae who has to sit there and take all of this. Poor tae tae who has a terrible soulmate and a boyfriend who cannot fight for him. He is the real victim in all of this. I honestly don’t know how they don’t see how incredibly stupid they sound.

Sorry for the rant.

Anon, thanks for the TED TALK.

Honestly, there is not much I can add. Thanks for taking one for the team and read what las vecinas are saying, you are a stronger person than me because I have never been able to do that. I think two of the key things for that group to stay afloat for so long are:

Not seeing original content.

Living in denial.

And that's why they will always be around, no matter what.

[franciswhetsel]

Poe, still full of gloom, strode in from out of the shadows and stood in our midst with folded arms, and told his story.

To-nigt the recollection of those burning words, slow and distinctly uttered, rise before me in all of their original freshness and in all of their original horror. On the day after, I alone of that little party expressed a willingness to return some day to that spot in the Ragged Mountains where we had listened to that strange story, so wonderfully and strangely told.

His first words, delivered in a slow, monotonous tone, were those mysterious lines found in the poem –

"Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave." 

-- Douglas Sherley's The Valley of Unrest

[chalagoat]

He is a dream!

vacancierevie on tiktok

(November 09, 2023)

[kittybeefoxnewrizzykittybee]

VIRUS Z THE BEGINNING OF

THE END NEW!

Jay to have killer also like is it flash and on the way back will survival of the week I know of yet but I don't know how to it..........

jay in the hat haru..........come back soon as part of the week was that saw it kill..........

say is not a lot of people normal....... mind is a help to her go let her......... no one else was that i don't know ideas forest woods and find out with the myself killer can do it ideas........ not friendly and week 40........ jay remember?..........nigt morning I know of letter to the note........he has a days ago old....

factory killer and science? but later I know of virus z kill us...............dangerous............

for: @chaotickitten0

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

FRANTIC FANFICS

TITLE: For the funny (is this even for all ages??) FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sun, gnagle WRITERS: elsie, xeya, tailsbot RATED ALL AGES

One day, Gnaggagngle and Sun decide to go to therapy. Unfortunately for them, the only available therapist is Ragatha, who immediately has a mental breakdown because girlie needs help.

This now turns to Gangle, Sun, and Ragatha all crying together, doing pure crack as they did so. Wh.. do I even want to know?

Anyway, Sun then flared and died, falling facedown onto the table in front of them.

So now a high Gangle and a high Ragatha are next to a dead body.

"wow, that sure did happen, im still depresed" says Gnangel "Lets go kill Jax, for the funny!" ragatha exclaimed "For the funny!" gangle replied

so then the two went and found jax, who was chilling in a t pose as one does "Jax we here to kill you" said gagnle "No u" says Jax 'oh ok" replies ragatha, as both her and gnglea do the family guy death pose and die.

"wow! they had crack on them!" says Jax "im gonna do the crack, and then ill blow up Mars!" Jax proceeded to do the crack, and blew up mars

Jax then proceeded to become the new tumblr secymand

TITLE: Gangle's Secret love FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: gangle, james/mask WRITERS: gummy, tailsbot, xeya RATED ALL AGES Gangle and Mask were at a cafe, waiting on their order. Gangle had been showing off her sketchbook to Mask, flipping through pages, when suddenly Gangle remembered a particular sketch that was in there… Gangle was too late to snatch the sketchbook back, when Mask flipped the page. "What the hell is this?" He said incredulously. "NO NO NO NO NO!" Gangle screeched.

Unfortunately, all had been revealed…

as her life crumbled before her, she sat, watching the terror in masks face, as they witnessed the page. Her biggest secrets, shown to the world, now everyone would know that

Gangle drew herself, KISSING ZOOBLE!

Mask stared down at the BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIFYINGLY DETAILED DRAWING and slowly turned to look at Gangle. "Are you…" they began, their voice trembling… "…a homosexual?" Gangle profusely denied, but the truth was out. Gangle was gay for Zooble. "Gangle.. why didn't you tell anyone?!" "It was… sniffle… it was too much!!! I COULDN'T!!! ZOOBLE WOULD FIND OUT IM GAY FOR THEM!!!" Mask committed a hit and run on Gangle by smacking her upside the head with her sketchbook and ran over to Zooble. "GANGLE IS GAY FOR Y-" Mask was pulled backwards into the shadows by a mysterious ribboned force and was never seen again… Emerging from the shadows was Gangle! "Hello! Everything you just heard is WRONG." Gangle faded away.

"…What the f-"

TITLE: TOP TEN ANIME BATTLES: #1: SANS VS FREDDY FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sans, five nigt fredy WRITERS: xeya, gummy, elsie RATED ALL AGES Sans was gearing up for battle against Freddy Fazbear. He shined his Gaster Blaster and FUCKING obliterated a dummy. (mad dummy)

Freddy Fazbear showed up in a full blown mechasuit.

What the fuck.

Sans chuckled as he brandished his weapon. "I know your sins, Freddy. This won't end well for you." Freddy chuckled. "you may be strong, but you're still just a skeleton. One hit and you're done. I know you have a limit. How fast can we reach it?" Sans's eyes narrowed, and he pulled a hand from his pocket, his fingertips glowing blue. The bell rang, and the battle began, Sans dodged Freddy's attacks left and right, shooting arrays of bones in every direction. Freddy was hit several times, but this old bear was strong, and resisted the damage enough to keep going. "You're bear-ly taking a hit, arentcha?" Sans, joked, winking. Freddy Fazbear ignored this, and kept swinging.

Sans kept dodging attacks, but wondered how long he could keep this up…

And then he realized Freddy’s weakness… He’s electronic. And Sans has a bucket of water from an old door prank…

SPLASH

It was done.

@zooooble @thecomicallytragicgangle we wrote shipfic about you by the way

[bunsbunss]

Hi Buns I just wanted to say I'm obsessed with all the content you've been putting out lately especially since I've been watching the brown family and now your current household and i also really love Janae shes so cute!! if it wouldn't be a bother where can i find the robe she was wearing when she was at the wedding boutique store? please. thank you so much and i hope you have an amazing day or night.

Hi, thank you so much for this really sweet message <3. The robe is by Sifix and you can find it here on TSR. Have a great day/nigt yourself!

[chalagoat]

He is so beautiful!!!

Timothée Chalamet in Tom Ford

[pineappleparfaitie]

Hiii, I've just got a quick query for you! Out of my ocs, which one would you prefer to be nommed by? That's it, have a good day/nigt (also srry if this question seems weird, i hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable either! It's totally cool if you don't wanna answer 👍)

heyaaaa

And its fine dont worry about it!Honestly uh i kinda dont knows Probably Eep i love sleepy preds a lot and Eep just looks perfect for when ur in a sad mood and meed to cuddle

17/10 good bean

[peintre-stephane]

A Xmas  gift i made for my son’s girlfriend, she just said “hope”

i felt  that : by day  we feel good  then  “hope” just  need a translation, i made    golden Japanese  signs  , and by nigt hope must be visible with a luminescent background . 

[sundewhasaudhd]

Y’all I just re-watched Dream SMP in seven minutes for the first time in years. And let me tell you, the fucking ending, goddamn it gets me every time. Also, when Revivebur showed, I had to fight off the STRONG urges to yell at the top of my lungs “ITS MY SON!!!!!!!!! :D” because it’s like 2:40am where I live and I share a room with my sibling and I share a house with them and three other people. Double, I feel so good to rewatch that and actually understand what is going on the entire time, because the first time I watched it, it was when I first joined the Phantom and I didn’t fully understand what was going on in most of the animatic. Please watch it if you haven’t it’s absolutely gorgeous. I’ll link it right here

DSMP in 7 minutes

Anyways, please enjoy this stunning ass animatic (not by me, absolutely), and have a great day/nigt, bye :D

[casually-salad]

oh yeah, althought minuette was in the court yard garden when she was found where there isnt likely to be ponys she also had to make her way there... plus before the barier the spores couldve spread far away

The first morning they dined together, the first lunch she stayed in bed, the first dinner she was too busy with her craft.

the second morning she left the food at their bedroom door, the second lunch she ate across the room, the second dinner she ate alone

the third morning she heard the scratching and pounding at the door while she ate, the third lunch she heard her cry while she ate, the third dinner she mourned.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Charcoal reaction to cryptid au ash

Cant draw it, but Charcoal would be terrified.

Whereas Magical Girl Ash can tell Charcoal whats happening. cryptid Ash has no idea whats going on and cant warn charcoal ahead of time.

He's scared andnrefuses to sleep with Ash at nigt. But he clings to him all day.

Once Ash connects the dots, THEN He can explain and Let Charcoal get used to it.

[duckciferthecg]

I dons fels da bes.. I gots a.. flas.. flasbak.. thingi.. las nigt n styd up ntil 1 am.. :[

S oki tho.. I tink m gun fel betr sun..

-🐸🥧

Some days are just like that, but hey! Tomorrow is Lu Lu World and we will have so much fun!

[fandomficsnstuff]

The Dragon's Daughter - 5

(Warnings: Fluff, betrayal, Daenerys being a good mother and playing with her child instead of letting a babysitter do that for her, unlike other mothers in the GoT universe, mentions of death and some more fluff)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

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The sounds of high pitched screams echoed in the halls, the young princess running through them with a large grin on her face as Daenerys struggled to keep up with the child while still hunched over, hands outstretched as though she was a beast trying to catch her prey. “I’m going to get you! Just you wait, young dragon!!” Daenerys called out after the girl, ending up in the throne room where she finally caught onto the child, picking up the young girl who was still squealing and kicking and screaming with laughter, her limbs flailing about as Daenerys spinned her around and began to pretend to eat her guts, the girl giggling and screaming with joy, hands feebly trying to pry the ‘monster’ off of her and when she spotted Daario enter with Gray Worm, she reached for him, barely able to speak through her laughter as Daenerys continued to play with her daughter. Daario smirked and instantly understood, hurrying over and swooping up the child and out of Daenerys’ grasp. “Fear not, young princess! I, Daario Naharis, will defend your life and honor to the end of my days!” he declared loudly, the girl squealing as she bounced in his arms, clutching to him as she ‘hid’ from the ‘monster’ that had chased her, Daenerys smirking at her daughter, joy clear in her eyes. “Muña!” Rhaella spouted out while giggling, screaming and laughing and bouncing in Daario’s arms so much that he nearly dropped her, her small feet hitting the ground and she hurried up to her mother, staring up at her as though she was about to do something and was gathering up her courage. She lifted her hand, still grinning as she watched her mother, Daenerys’ eyebrow quirked up, a small dare, and when the tiny hand landed on her gown, as though the child had hit her, though she missed, the girl ran off giggling, Daenerys smirking at the sight, raising an eyebrow at Daario before following after her daughter.

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Daenerys was sitting with her daughter on the stone throne, a book in her lap as she read aloud for her child, Rhaella’s small hand following along each of the written words as she mumbled with her mother, trying to pronounce the words written in the common tongue, Daenerys patiently waiting, correcting her beloved daughter and praising her when she got it right. “The dragon…” Daenerys paused, hearing her daughter mumbling the words, Daenerys smiling softly at him “you have to speak up, Rhaella. You’re a princess, one day you will be a Queen, you have to make sure people hear your voice” Daenerys stated in the softest tone she could muster, Rhaella looking up at her with big golden eyes before looking back down at the book. “The dragon,” Rhaella stated loudly, her voice almost echoing off the walls of the throne room, making Daenerys chuckle as she nodded and kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “The dragon flew out into the nigt, his weengs… spraad over the… h-... hi clouds” Rhaella tried aloud, Daenerys chuckling and once again kissing her head softly before gesturing to one of the words she had gotten wrong. “‘Night’, try it, ‘night’” her daughter obeyed and said it slowly, looking up at her mother for guidance, getting a nod and soft smile in return. “The dragon flew out into the ‘night’, his ‘wings’ ‘spread’ over the ‘high’ clouds” Daenerys read, pointing to each word as she spoke it and Rhaella listened intently, her own much smaller fingers following along the words as she gave it a shot herself “the dragon flew out into the… night,” she looked up at her mother who nodded, “his… wings… his wings spread over the-... the high… clouds” Rhaella got out, looking up at her mother who was beaming with pride as she nodded. “You’re learning so fast, my night’s sky” she praised.

Daenerys were about to continue onto the next sentence when Ser Barristan entered the room, a glum look on his face and it made Daenerys frown, her eyes wandering to Missandei who nodded, kneeling down and taking the heavy book from the queen as Ser Barristan leaned down and whispered something to Daenerys, Missandei occupying the princess until Ser Barristan leaned away. Daenerys had a look of disbelief and sadness on her face, her eyes meeting Ser Barristan and without needing to be told, he went to find Gray Worm before Jorah would arrive, Daenerys turning to Missandei who frowned at her. “Should I take her, Your Grace?” she asked softly, Daenerys looking at her beloved daughter as she was fiddling with the pages of the book, tears forming in her eyes but she forced them away, swallowing thickly before gently shaking her head “no… no I want him to see what he betrayed, who he betrayed” she stated in a wavering voice, Daenerys reaching for her only daughter and as if called by a whistle, Rhaella approached, Daenerys helping her climb up and sit on the throne with her, her small legs barely reaching the floor and Missandei nodded, putting the book away just in time for Jorah to arrive.

As Jorah arrived, Daenerys had to shush her daughter who lit up at the sight of the old knight, Daenerys’ heart breaking even more at that. It wasn’t just a betrayal against her, it was against her daughter as well, against the little girl she had let him hold, play with, care for. He had held her, spoken to her, even touched the scales on the child’s back, the thought making Daenerys sick yet she kept a look of indifference on her face as she held a hand around her daughter’s shoulders, keeping her close. “Why did the usurper pardon you?” she asked softly when she looked away from her daughter, her eyes on the traitor who she had let hold her child, her heir, her true and real child, the one she had carried for nine months.

“If we could speak alone-”

“No, speak to me here. Explain it to me” Daeenrys stated, still with a soft voice, mostly to not upset her child who was fiddling with one of her own braids that had come loose, a fitting distraction for the young girl. Jorah’s eyes landed on the young princess, so much like her mother, and his heart ached, it ached when he realized why Daenerys hadn’t sent her away. She wanted him to see just who he betrayed, even though the girl hadn’t been born yet, he betrayed her, he betrayed the golden-eyed, quiet, reserved and kind girl at the side of the queen he loved, not adored, not worshiped, but loved, truly and deeply. “Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who profits? This is the work of Tywin Lannister, he wants to divide us. If we’re fighting each other, we’re not fighting him-”

“The pardon was signed the year we met… Why were you pardoned? Unless you’re saying this document was forged?”

“... It is not forged…”

“Why, then?”

“I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster of King’s Landing…” Jorah admitted, Daenerys keeping an ice cold gaze on the knight and, sensing her mother’s anger and coldness towards Jorah, Rhaella leaned into her touch, head slightly down as she continued to occupy herself with the braid, glancing up at Jorah every now and then, Daenerys gently pulled her closer. “What was the content of these letters?” she asked quietly, Jorah swallowing thickly, his eyes moving to the young princess and Daenerys immediately noticed. “Don’t look at her, don’t look at my daughter. What was the content of these letters?”

“Information-”

“What information?” Daenerys kept a cool facade but on the inside she was boiling, Jorah holding her gaze despite the pain in his eyes by doing so. “When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married… when your brother died…” Jorah trailed off, Daenerys still staring at him, one of her hands still wrapped around the shoulders of the daughter next to her, the child leaning into her for safety and it only fueled her anger more “you told him I was carrying Drogo’s children?” she asked pointedly, Jorah hesitating “I-”

“Yes or no?”

“Khaleesi-”

“Don’t call me that. Did you tell him I was carrying Drogo’s children?” Daenerys asked, already beginning to stand up, her daughter looking up at him and for the first time she looked away from Jorah, her eyes on her daughter, a soft expression on her face as she kneeled down to her daughter’s height, who was still sitting on the throne, the soft whisper of confirmation leaving Jorah’s lips “my night’s sky, go over to Missandei for me” Daenerys whispered softly, Rhaella looking past her at Jorah, making Daenerys’ heart ache “go on” she urged gently, Rhaella nodding, giving her mother a brief kiss on the cheek before hopping down from the throne, Daenerys kissing her daughter’s head before letting her run over to Missandei, the woman smiling down at the princess before looking up at Daenerys, silently asking if she should take the princess away or simply hold her, Daenerys subtly shaking her head as an answer. ‘Stay here with her.’

“That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information” she pointed out as she walked closer to Jorah, Rhaella watching from behind Missandei, where she stood half hidden away behind Missandei’s gown, one of her hands stretched up to hold Missandei’s as she watched. “I stopped you from drinking his wine-”

“Because you knew it was poisoned…”

“I suspected-”

“You betrayed me, from the first… you betrayed my daughter before she was even born, before she was even conceived” Daenerys’ voice was wavering as she strained to keep control, Jorah falling to his knees on the stone steps “forgive me, I never meant-... please, Khaleesi, forgive me-”

“You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother’s throne, tried to murder my unborn children-”

“I have protected you, fought for you, killed for you-”

“- And you want me to forgive you?!” Daenerys was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she could hear the start of Rhaella fussing behind her, Missandei whispering in High Valyrian to soothe the child as she felt her mother’s worry, the anger and sense of betrayal. “I have loved you…” Jorah admitted, looking down only to look up as Daenerys sounded almost amused, baffled, even. “Love?... ‘Love’? How can you say that to me? Any other man, and I would have you executed, but you, I do not want you in my city, dead or alive, I do not want you around my daughter, I do not want your corpse near her. Go back to your masters in King’s Landing. Collect your pardon, if you can” Daenerys’ words were cold and harsh, the old knight standing, taking a few steps, reaching for her, saying her name but she withdrew her hand, the hand shaking ever so slightly until she felt her daughter’s arms wrap around her legs, her hand reaching down and cupping her daughter’s head in her hand “don’t ever presume to touch me or my daughter again, don’t ever speak my name or hers, ever. You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city. If you’re found in Meereen past the break of day, I’ll have you fed to my daughter’s dragon for your betrayal towards her… go…” Jorah felt tears in his eyes as he nodded ever so slightly, his eyes moving down to the child hiding behind the queen’s legs, a look of regret on his face when he saw her hide her face behind her mother’s dress, small hands clinging to them as he turned around.

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Daenerys couldn’t deny the tears in her eyes as she watched her daughter play with her toys, sitting on her mother’s couch not too far away, blissfully unaware of what had happened. “What was her name?” she asked softly, her eyes still on her beloved daughter who played with her toys. “Zala, Your Grace” Missandei asked, following the queen’s gaze, her eyes landing on the child on the couch, the child pulling pillows from where they were neatly placed, dragging them in front of her and placing them on top of each other, putting her doll on top, like a queen atop her throne. “How old was she?”

“Three” Daenerys’ closed her eyes at Missandei’s answer. Three. The little girl had only been three and here, not too far from her were her own daughter, three years old as well, her heart aching at the thought that it could have been her own daughter had it not been for her Targaryen blood, her own little girl, her child, wrapped in blankets, charred bones and burnt flesh being the only proof left that she had ever been alive to begin with. “And still no word of Drogon?” Daenerys asked Gray Worm as she walked down the few steps, past him and towards the couch where her daughter was. “Sailors saw him flying over the Black Cliffs three days ago, my queen… nothing since then” Gray Worm dutifully responded, Daenerys nearing her daughter, kneeling down by her and carefully stroking her hair, putting a strand of white, Targaryen hair behind the child’s ear so she could see her face more clearly. The queen swallowed thickly as she watched her daughter play, her hand on her child’s head, holding her close as Daenerys kissed the white hair before smiling at her daughter, taking her hand and her doll for her, helping her off the couch, handing her the doll and walking for the exit of the council room with her daughter in hand. “Meet me in the catacombs” her voice was steady despite the ache in her chest as she led her daughter out of the room and towards her own, asking one of the Unsullied to guard her and one of the handmaidens to watch her and play with her, specifically mentioning that she might grow fussy soon and to do nothing except try and keep her as calm as possible and as distracted as she could, knowing the bond her daughter already had with her dragons would let her know when it happened.

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Daenerys watched with sad eyes as her daughter was fiddling with her new dress, it had an open back that showed off the scales that Daenerys were so proud of, proud on her daughter’s behalf as she were just a few months shy of turning four, unable to understand the value of the scales on her back. “Rhaella, I heard Daario will be her soo-”

“When will I get to play with them again? I miss Raemor” the young girl asked softly, Daenerys swallowing thickly as she looked away briefly before looking back down at her daughter, a hand on her shoulder as she pulled the young girl against her “this won’t last forever, okay? You can play with your brothers again soon” she whispered, looking at the girl as she gave a brief nod. As the sounds of doors opening could be heard, the young Targaryen lifted up her head, her eyes on the entrance to the throne room and the second she saw him, she jumped off the throne and hurried down the steps, Missandei following out of instinct, ready to catch the young girl if she should trip on the hard stone steps, but she didn’t. “Daario!” the young princess jumped up at the man and luckily he caught her, dramatically groaning as he lifted the girl up and hugged her tightly, unashamed and undeterred by the scales digging into his palm as he held her close. “I’ve missed you, princess! Have you been good?” Daario casually asked despite the confused and shocked look Hizdahr gave the young princess when he saw her scales. “Yes. Your hair is dirty” the girl spoke softly, tugging lightly on one of Daario’s loose locks of hair, the man chuckling as he nodded “that it is, I’ll make sure to take a bath as soon as possible, wouldn’t want to offend the princess’ delicate nose” Daario teased as he walked up the steps with the girl in his arms, Hizdahr hesitantly following, unsure if he should be afraid of the young girl. She had the scales of a dragon, running down along her spine, a mix of gray and white that seemed to shine when the sun hit it just right, her eyes belonged to those of a dragon’s yet there they were, the gold in them shining, just like the girl’s hair, but on the other hand, she was just a girl, couldn’t be older than five or younger than three.

“Muña says you’ve been to Yunkai” the girl continued to talk, Daario nodding as he reached the throne, of course at a distance, putting the young girl down and kneeling in front of her “that I have, I also have a gift for you, but only if you sit still and patiently while I talk with your mother and Hizdahr, alright?” he asked, the young girl nodding with an excited grin “can you tell her to let my brothers go? They miss us” Rhaella asked softly, Daario looking at Daenerys who closed her eyes briefly in regret, Daario looking back at the little girl “first I’ll need to speak to your mother about something else, alright?” he asked, the young princess turning around and hurrying back to her mother, Daenerys smiling at the child, expecting a smile in return but it never came, not since her dragons got locked away. Once the young girl was settled on the throne next to her mother, she held her back straight, gesturing to Hizdahr “you may proceed” she stated as she held her head high, Daenerys smiling as she looked from her daughter to Hizdahr, nodding to him. “Our mission to Yunkai was a resounding success. The Wise Masters of Yunkai have agreed to cede power to a council of elders made up of both the freed men and the former slaveholders. All matters of consequence will be brought to you for review” Hizdahr reported smoothly.

Rhaella began to fidget in her seat, Daenerys gently placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder “just a little longer” she whispered, kissing her daughter’s white hair before turning back to Hizdahr, “good” she concluded, smiling at Rhaella before looking back at Hizdahr when he began to speak again “they did ask for some concessions…”

“Concessions?” Rhaella could feel her mother’s growing annoyance and frustration, the child looking up at her mother before looking over her shoulder at Ser Barristan, the old knight giving her a smile so she waved at him with a grin, the old knight smirking as he watched the girl turn back to her mother. “Politics are the art of compromise, Your Grace-”

“I’m not a politician, I’m a Queen” Daenerys pointed out, her hand reaching for her daughter’s shoulder without looking away from Hizdahr “forgive me. You’re right, of course… still, it’s easier to rule happy subjects, than angry ones… especially when you have a young child to divide your attention with” Hizdahr stated softly, gesturing to the young Rhaella who was fiddling with her dress, obviously bored out of her mind. Ser Barristan tensed at the mention of the young girl, his eyes hardening towards Hizdahr yet he didn’t speak, merely standing guard as he should at the moment, though Ezzo was not shy about showing his anger, taking a step closer to Hizdar, silently stating that he’d gladly murder him for even speaking the young princess’ name. “I don’t expect the Wise Masters to be happy, slavery made them rich, I ended slavery. And I suggest you refrain from making further comments on how I raise my daughter. She is MY daughter, not yours, and you’d do well to remember that the next time you think to comment on her” Daenerys stated coldly, her hand still holding her daughter against her side. “Of course, Your Grace, forgive me… but the Wise Masters do not ask for the return of slavery… they ask for the reopening of the fighting pits” Hizdahr revealed softly.

“The fighting pits? Where slaves fought slaves to the death?” Daenerys asked coldly, her head turning towards Missandei without turning her eyes away from Hizdahr as he spoke, Missandei walking over. “In the new world that you have brought to us, free men would fight free men-”

“Take Rhaella to her room, it’s getting late and it’s almost time for bed. Ezzo, accompany them” Daenerys said with the utmost care to both Missandei and Ezzo, Hizdahr stopped talking immediately, understanding what the queen was trying to tell him. ‘Just because I’m still looking at you doesn’t mean that your topic is significant enough for me to give you my undivided attention’. Missandei nodded and bowed before moving over to the princess, already seeing her with droopy eyes, Ezzo waiting patiently so he could escort them to the princess’ room. “It’s time for bed, princess Rhaella. Would you like for me to tell you a story before you go to sleep, princess? You can get your gift later tomorrow” Missandei whispered softly, smiling as the tired girl nodded, turning to look over her shoulder at Daario who gave her a brief wink, one that made her giggle and smile, running over to Daario who picked her up eagerly. “Sweet dreams, little princess, I’ll give you your gift tomorrow” he whispered softly, kissing the side of her head as he hugged her before letting her down, Missandei taking the hand of the princess and leading her out of the throne room, the discussion between Hizdahr and Daenerys picking up once more.

“Missandei?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Muña don’t like that man, does she?” the tired princess asked, Missandei smiling down at the small girl holding her hand. “‘Doesn’t’... and no, your Muña disagrees with him on certain subjects, but that doesn’t matter now. What kind of story would you like?” Missandei asked softly as she entered the princess’ room with Ezzo standing guard outside, as he often willingly did, starting to get the girl ready for bed as the sky darkened outside. “I miss Rhaegal and Viserion and Raemor and Drogon” the little girl admitted, Missandei halting in her movements, sighing softly as she kneeled down in front of the small girl, taking her smaller hands in her own “you will understand one day, princess Rhaella… but for right now, you need to trust your mother. You’re her daughter, her princess, you must be her strength” Missandei stated softly, watching the young girl nod as she looked down, Missandei smiling at the child “but for now, you will go to bed and sleep, so you can be strong for your mother tomorrow” Missandei added, raising a small brow at the girl as the little Rhaella smiled at her and nodded, Missandei getting up and helping the child up in the much bigger bed, sitting on the side of the bed, tucking in the child before telling her a story of dragons roaming the sky, white haired conquerors on the backs of the beasts as they roamed free in the sky and on the ground.