#My Criston Cole [🥀]

[coffeebooksrain18]

Thank you so much to @debustee for making this amazing birthday present for my bestie @sugutoad

This is me and hers ocs. The one on the left is hers Myrielle and the one on the right is mine Aelys (pronounced i-lis) it is truly gorgeous and I will definitely be getting more from this amazing artist.

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin

Summary: The only person who could calm the fire in Maegor was his sweet little niece Rhaella. Everyone thought he would destroy her, but what if he didn't? What if he made her thrive? Read to find out the story of Maegor and Rhaella.

Prolouge Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Dragons

Rhaella and Maegors kids

Maegor and Rhaella moonboard

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @themoonlitquill @technicallylegendaryenemy @athzhowakar @sachaa-ff @talknerdytome5391 @mmogurl @thelastemzy

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I don't know what I'd do without you girly!!!

[preytale]

PREYTALE  :  an independent & selective multi-fandom multi-muse roleplay blog consisting of canon & original muses of various media.  ( devoted to by: melanie. xxxii. she/her. latina. ) * priority fandoms include : 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉/𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎, ㅤ𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀, 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈, 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉 & 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTUDY SIDEBLOG. CRISTON COLE.

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[natalyarose]

𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 💀🥀 𝓁𝓂𝒶𝑜

song - Bloodheat; Archie Bronson Outfit

I don't need a man to save me, but I've always wished for it anyway, ya know, for the plot 🪷 half of these men are lowkey 'bad' people though so- uh?

looks like my type is youthful heroic (or just bad) bad bois or wisened old daddy-esque wizards hajsdha

dude mans- Chuck Bass; Gossip Girl Freddie; Skins Viserys Targaryen; Game of Thrones Jared the Goblin King (David Bowie lol); Labyrinth Sir Criston Cole, House of the Dragon Jim Morrison; the man the myth the legend Gene Kelly; the man Bob Barnard; Insatiable Jack Sparrow; Pirates of the Carribean Lucius Malfoy; Harry Potter Nate Archibald; Gossip Girl Walter White; Breaking Bad Kurt Cobain; the guy

[ashblooddragons]

Greedy

This is a present for my Bestie @sugutoad birthday! I hope you like it girly!

Summary: The day of the Driftmark succession Aegon decides him and his sister wife have much more important matters to pursue.

Word Count: 1332

Warnings: oral female receiving, fingerings, p in v sex, fluff, Targcest

I stare up at the canopy as Aegon sleeps with his head on my chest. I stroke his hair taking in the softness many would believe isn't there. 

This is often how I wake up, him cuddled up beside me clinging to me as if his life depended upon it. It never bothered me in fact it makes me feel loved for even in sleep he searches for me. 

I sniffle a giggle when a loud snore escapes him. He never was an elegant sleeper though I'm not sure anyone is. 

I still remember the day Mother betrothed us, I was overjoyed but of course Aegon being Aegon he had to deny his feelings. In the weeks leading up to the wedding he would grumble each time he saw me, but as soon as we were wed he was completely different. Acting as if our marriage was the best thing to happen to him. It was then I realized I never will fully know what is going through his mind. 

I'm brought back to the present when Aegon grumbles before lifting his head to look up at me. 

I can't help but take in his gorgeous periwinkle eyes, so unlike any in our family. And then there is his hair, if someone only looked at the coloring they would think it the normal Targaryen locks. But I know that if it is humid they become tight ringlets like our mother's. 

He looks so much like Mother in certain lights. I think brushing his hair out of his face so I can look at her properly.

“Your dressed?” He days through a yawn looking down at my emerald green dress with bronze dragons embroidered along the sleeves. They glimmer just like my darling mount Vermithor. 

“Hmm, well someone had to make sure the children were dressed for the day. They are with Mother now and I believe possibly Helaena and Vissera.” I respond with a smile. 

I know he isn't a morning person so many mornings I must pry myself from his arms and dress quickly to make sure our children aren't running a muck. Though many times I never get the chance as Aegon only tightens his death grip on me.

“How many children does that make? At least seven with three women?” He asks with a chuckles as he kisses my neck.

“Well Vissera had her eldest two in there and left her youngests with our Uncle. Helaena has brought her eldest two as well and left baby Maelor with Jace. And I brought our eldest three.” I respond with a sigh as he grips my hips rolling my core against his bare thigh. 

“So like I said, seven children with three women.” He responds with a cheeky grin before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“We can't we will be needed in the throne room for the succession of Driftmark.” I say between heated kisses.

“That isn't until mid day, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” He says kisses me one final time before moving down my body until my legs rest over his shoulders and he is faced with my clothed core. 

He tuts at the sight a frown forming on his lips in an instant. “Small clothes? This won't work with my plans.” 

I can't help the laugh that bubbles up from my throat. “Well I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I didn't think we would be having a morning lay.” I respond with a raise of my brow.

He chuckles as he starts pulling them down my hips, slowly but surely I feel the soft fabric graze my thighs as he continues to pull them down. “And what do you call what I woke up to? You were laying, were you jot?” He responds and I playfully slap his head with a scowl. 

“You know what I meant!” I demand but I know it is falling on deaf ears when I see his shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. 

“Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't, but what I do know is I'm starved.” He responds with a look of a wild animal staring at its fresh kill. I know he is taking in the gleam of my wetness, the way my breath catches with each agonizing inch his fingers graze my skin until they grip my hips in a bone crushing grip. 

I'm his feast and he'd be damned if I tried to take it from his grasps. 

I go to respond only to gasp and grip his hair as he delves forward using the flat of his tongue against my pearl. I can feel my hips moving on their own accord to meet him with each swipe and suck. 

“Aegon.” I gasp out before biting my lip to stifle my moans when I hear the clank of armor walk past our chamber door. 

“What Shiera, I am quite busy.” He responds looking up at me. I can tell he is grinning ear to ear at how quickly I gave into his little game. 

Cocky asshole. I think before gripping his hair tighter and pushing him towards my core once more. 

“Don't you dare stop.” 

He only smirks, mumbling a quick ‘as you wish, my love’ before he is sucking on my pearl once more. Though this time I feel his long digits graze my core. I know he is playing with me like a lion plays with a gazelle but I can't find any reason to care when he is already making me see stars. 

“Have I ever mentioned how delicious you are?” He groans out as two of his digits slowly but surely breach my core.

“On occasion.” I answer before a moan breaks through me when he curls his fingers hitting the spot he knows makes me putty in his hands. 

“Good, because I think there is no better taste than my darling wife.” Is all he says before he removes his fingers from my core and climbs his way up my body until I feel the weight of his length against my thigh.

“What are your thoughts on another babe?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

I smile up at him as I reach down to guide his hardness to my weeping core. “I think it's a magnificent idea.” 

He only smirks before rolling his hips forward stretching me in the most wonderful of ways. 

“Fuck, four pregnancies and still so fucking tight.” He hisses, gripping my thighs before thrusting into me, hitting the spot that makes my head spin with pleasure. 

My head reels with each thrust, I can hardly form words with the searing pleasure that flows through my veins. I already know his back will be covered in bloody red claw marks by the end of this morning lay. 

“Look at me, I want to see you come apart on my cock.” He demands gripping my hair so I have nowhere to look besides him. 

I stare into his eyes as my pleasure finally over takes me and wave after wave rolls through me.

“Gods Shiera.” I hear him groan before he gives one final thrust and I feel his seed fill me.

We both lay there catching our breath when suddenly Aegon let's out a sharp laugh. 

“I didn't even get your dress off.” He says staring down at my emerald dress with wonder. “I must have really need a fuck.” 

I can't help but laugh with him as he runs his hands up and down the velvet of my dress only stopping to grope my buttocks or breasts.

“You must have.” I respond, wrapping my arms around his neck before kissing his lips.

Perhaps there really are more important things to do than worry about a succession to an island. Like enjoying my husband's company. I think watching aegon grab a linen shirt before pulling out of me and holding it against my core making sure nothing ruins my dress…well at least more.

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @sachaa-ff @mmogurl @thelastemzy @themoonlitquill @athzhowakar

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Thank you so much for the tag @sugutoad

Tagging @themoonlitquill @classicsimpforaaronwarner @athzhowakar @royal-husbands

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search; song, colour, vibe, outfit, art, quote to make your own pinterest mood board! just pick the first pics that pop up and post them in that order !

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[ashblooddragons]

La Danse Macabre

Summary: Valaena Velaryon the eldest child and true born daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor. Her and her mother could never connect, for Valaena was not as chaotic as her mother. And when her mother tells her her right to the throne and gives it to her brother instead their bond is particularly broken. She has only one person to truly lean on, her uncle Aemond, and he knows just as her that they were made by the gods for each other, and that they were made to rule.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Moonboard

Special thanks to my Bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I be lost without you!

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @mmogurl @sachaa-ff @thelastemzy @themoonlitquill @athzhowakar @baybaybear1 @talknerdytome5391

[ashblooddragons]

His Gentle Queen

Summary: Since his brothers death Baelon is now heir, and as heir and future king he needs a wife, and who better than his dear sister Aelora? This is the story of Baelon and Aelora in the My Heart, My Ruin au please look at my masterlist before reading!

Coming soon!

Thank you to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for my fic! I swear I don't know what I would do without you girly!

[ashblooddragons]

When The Lion Met The Dragon

Summary: The Rebellion is on Rhaegars footstep, and he needs Allies, it was a obvious choice to turn to the Lannisters for their gold and formidable army. All he had to do was choose between Lord Tywins Daughters two of the great beauty's of history, Cersei a beautiful woman though very full of herself and cruel to others. Or her little sister, Myranda his late wife's lady in waiting and best friend who seems to despise him. In the end he must pick the lesser of two evils and do his duty as always, but what if his duty turns to fondness, and his fondness to love, and his love to obsession? Read to find out the story of Myranda and Rhaegar!"

This is the last installment of The Red Queen Au! I hope you all have enjoyed or will enjoy the ride!

Coming soon!!!!

Special thanks to @sugutoad for making the header for this fic!! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!!

[coffeebooksrain18]

Alright tags are not enough to say how much I loved this!

First I want to start by saying I had a feeling it would be Alaric. He is chaos in the Val house just as Aelys is with the Targaryens.

Him and Aelys are both so temperamental it works. Ya know it that weird way that you think two people hate each other but in reality they wouldn't be able to breathe without the other? I loved that you added that.

Aelys wouldn't mind if her husband had lovers (unless it's Aemond) as long ashe kept it on the downlow and didn't ruin her reputation. And Alaric understood that.

I loved their back and forth of who can toe the line more, who can make the other cry in rage. Aelys is toxic, and as such she needs a toxic man.

I also loved how you could interpret who Viserys means by Cousin. Dahlia if we're going for your AU or Aemma for mine. Both work and it is truly a great detail.

Also Shameless is TOTALLY their song. From the desperate need to avoid but also the need to claim. That song is perfect for them.

All in all this was beautiful and I always love each Matchup you make for Aelys since you always get it perfectly.

Matchup for @coffeebooksrain18

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON MATCHUP

I ship Aelys with… Alaric Vallici — the harbinger of  death and commander of the Warrior’s Sons. Hot, reckless and powerful. Aelys wants someone like that. Someone unhinged with purpose. Alaric fights like a god, parties and smiles like a prince and speaks like a poet. She would call him “ridiculous” while grinning into her wine cup as he grins at her like a smug idiot. Alaric is confident to let her be herself, but is the type to whisper into her ear as he grabs onto her wrist, remaining that she is his. Their love language is ruining someone’s life. They are the moment. They are a storm wrapped in silk. They are a dagger and a kiss. She is chaos personified: blunt, powerful and impossible to ignore. He is charisma weaponized: a golden boy with too much blood on his hand. Aelys does not want to be tamed and Alaric wouldn’t dare. Unlike her other matches, he would set the world at her feet and ask what part she wants to burn first. Alaric treats politics like a game and war like a stage, and Aelys is the only opponent he never wants to beat. Just admire it. Neither of them trust anyone, not even each other, but they like it that way. He loves her recklessness because it mirrors his own. She loves his control because she’s always one breath from losing hers. They don't necessarily complete one another, but they create one another. 

ALARIC VALLICI — “OH GOLDEN BOY, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU WERE KIND”

Born during the time of the sun setting and rumored to have screamed like a grown man as an infant, Alaric Vallici was called golden since his birth—a golden boy with a golden future and a golden sword. But gold is naturally soft until hardened. And Alaric learned young that he had to make himself sharp. He fought in his first battle at fourteen, bloodied his sword before his voice changed, and kissed a dying knight’s forehead before pushing him off the battlements to make a point. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t have to. He loves poetry and war songs in equal measure, speaks three languages fluently (there is plenty of time to learn new things when it rains so often in the Stormlands) and curses in six. He’s a romantic, but a violent one: he writes sonnets on the eve of battle and names one of his daggers after his sister. Women adore and weep after him, men envy him, and his cousins would pray that he would never wake up. He drinks too much. He sleeps too little. He dances like a dream and fights like a nightmare. He is charming, and oh, twice as beautiful.

HEADCANONS

Aelys Targaryen was seven when she arrived at the Red Keep as the only rider of Cannibal in history. She still smelled like ash and sky when she was brought into the court—too small for her dragon, too loud for her septa, too much for the box Viserys had built for his children. She didn’t care. She wore her silks crooked, her hair wind-tangled, her boots muddied from the dragonpit. She bit a lord’s son for mocking her size. Alaric Vallici, by contrast, was more composed. Eleven years old. Charming with sharp teeths. He was in the Keep with his uncle Lyam to be protected, to learn, to hunt. The moment he saw Aelys, snarling in Valyrian at a knight three times her size, he started to laugh. Not mockingly but delightfully. She was chaotic. And he was curious.

He offered her lemon cakes once, knowing well that she was not allowed to have anymore. She threw one at his head. He ducked and grinned. “You’ve got good aim,” he said. “You’ve got a stupid face,” she replied.

They became companions—not friends, gods forbid, but young misfits in the cage they called the Red Keep. She taught him Valyrian swears the septas hadn’t heard yet. He taught her how to shoot an arrow (she tried to shoot him). She once dared him to kiss a knight’s squire. He did it and winked at her. That was the first time she blushed.

Their marriage was set in a world where Viserys’ plans had been made in accordance. Aemond was to marry Myrielle (Alaric’s sister) and Aegon to his sister. This left Aelys in an almost lonely mess until Viserys took pity upon the girl who looked like his cousin (foolish king and his foolish heart), deciding that she is to wed Alaric, the supposed heir to Paradise. Aelys was infuriated. She did not, in any circumstances, want to marry the brother of the girl who married the man she loved. The smug, smiling, Vallici heir? The brother of the girl who had taken the boy she loved? She refused. Screamed, even. Viserys kissed her forehead. The betrothal was signed the next day. Alaric seemed to be in no mood to marry her either. Yet he smiled when announcing their engagement, proclaiming: “How sweet,” he said, raising a goblet. “We’ve known one another since we were young. And now I get to watch her scowl at me every morning until the day we die.” She threw him a murderous glare and that idiot smirked.

The wedding was grand and golden. Disgusting. Aelys wore Valyrian threads (does that even exist?) in her hair. Alaric wore the Vallici colors: crimson and gold with compliments of black. For the first year of their marriage, they barely shared a chamber, instead having an open marriage (similar to his and Cerelle’s marriage in No Hymn To Our Glory. He can not bind himself to a single person). They made a show of being a couple in court, but they were anything but that. He had lovers. She had distractions. He would disappear for hours. She would ride Cannibal and leave for nights. No one says anything. They were furious with each other. Not because of the infidelity—they agreed to it—but because neither of them could stop watching the other. Alaric watched every time Aelys smiled too brightly at a knight. She watched when a lord’s daughter touched his shoulder and he didn’t move away.

It begins to shift slowly. After a war council meeting (Aelys insisted on being there for once), Aelys mocks a general’s speech and Alaric looks at her like he’s never seen her before. After the time she’s poisoned at a feast meant for him, he doesn’t leave her side for three days. When she wakes up she touches his face and he leans into her palm. That night, they sleep in the same bed (not for sex. Just warmth). 

Eventually, the lovers and distractions disappear. They don’t need them. They don’t need vows. They choose each other, over and over, like it’s instinct. 

They don’t flirt. They challenge themselves to see who will get jealous first. Aelys will wear another man’s favor to a tourney just to watch Alaric’s jaw tick. He’ll dance with a Tyroshi noblewoman and let Aelys watch. Both of them always lose. 

Aelys LOVES pulling his hair. Especially when they’re arguing and he leans in too close—she’ll grab it at the nape and yank his head back for funsies. But he gets her back in a softer manner. He knows she goes weak when he combs through her silver-blonde hair gently. She melts. Every time. He’ll do it lazily while they’re in bed, whispering things and she’ll roll her eyes at him, but still remain curled into his chest anyway.

She gets feral when he flirts at court. And he knows it. She'll claw her nails into his arm under the table, leave marks on his wrist just to warn him. And when they’re alone? “You want her?” “No.” “Then why did she touch you?” “Because I like it when you get like this.”

If Alaric gets into a duel? Aelys is watching. Always. And if he wins? He doesn’t even make it back to their chambers. She drags him into the woods, storerooms, or even the stables. His armor is barely off. Her dress hiked to her thighs. “You looked good with blood on you.” “Yours or his?” “Don’t care.”

Ship Tropes

Enemies to Lovers

Touch her and you die

Soft other with each other 

Failmarriage

Ship Songs

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He looks up, grinnin' like a devil

Shameless by Camilla Cabelo 

I want you to give in

Weakness, tension in between us

I just wanna give in

And I don't care if I'm forgiven

365 by Charlie xcx 

Who the fuck are you? I'm a brat when I'm bumpin' that

Now I wanna hear my track, are you bumpin' that?

'Til the windows crack, I'll be (bumpin' that)

No, I never go home, don't sleep, don't eat

MOONBOARD

[ashblooddragons]

Heads up for people, if The Red Queen is late it's cause these stories are on my mind

A Baelon the Brave x Sister oc story

A Aemond x Velaryon niece story.

Also i want to thank my Bestie @sugutoad for making both and listening to me rant about them! Hope you all are excited for a new fic sometime soon!

[coffeebooksrain18]

I want it known this probably isn't good as this is my first ever edit but I just had to make one for my bestie @sugutoad birthday. Happy birthday Anna I hope this at least brings a smile to your face.

[ashblooddragons]

Gaemon + Myrielle bby!

This one was hard, because Gaemon is so sweet and gentle and Myrielle is that but a tortured soul. So let's get into it.

Name: Aemon Targaryen

Looks: he is the picture of his Mother. Auburn hair, green eyes, warm yet pale skin, and a smile that is pure innocence. He is soft features and soft hearted just like his Mother.

Personality: Aemon is the original Baelor the blessed (if he didn't go crazy with the religion at least). Devout to the Seven and following their scripture to the letter. He is kind and seen as a bit odd, as unlike most Targaryens he doesn't care for swordmanship. He knows how to fend for himself in a fight easily, but he sees no point of training beyond that need. Often found in the library reading a book (more than likely a religious one or one that will help him when he becomes king).

Special Talent: he is fluent in six languages, Common, Valyrian, Dothraki, Rhoynish, Volantene, and Pentoshi. And he plans on learning Old Tounge next.

Who they take after more: though many would think Myrielle it's actually Gaemon. Gaemon isn't fond of violence either, perfering to learn. He is also gentle at heart and is a follower of the Seven, though he isn't as devout as Aemon or Myrielle.

Who they person: Myrielle, I don't know why but something about him screams Mama's boy to me. He seems like the type to want to hug her at all times, hiding his face in her skirts when embarrassed.

Personal headcanon: Aemon has never in his life been able to pick up what ladies of court are putting down. These girls could quite literally walk into he library with nothing but a thin nightgown on (not even undergarments) and he would still think they just don't have common sense. A girl bat's ther eyes at him? He thinks a bug is flying around. A girl pertends to faint in front of him? He thinks their maids tightened her dress too much. This doesn't mean he doesn't want them, it only means he doesn't realize THEY want HIM.

Face claim: Ruairi O,Conner (though this is Lorents face claim he fit the best for ther child)

[ashblooddragons]

👗+ Rhaella!

Rhaella's outfit the day Maegor came back.

[ashblooddragons]

The Devil And I

Summary: The Daughter of The Red Queen, Aelys was more like her father, King Daemon, than her mother. Though they did have some things in common, the great being their love for their deer uncles. This is the story of Aelys and Aemond! This is the second story in The Red Queen Au, please read The Red Queen before reading or you'll be confused.

Coming soon!!!

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for my Fic! I swear I'd be lost without you Girly!!

[ashblooddragons]

What Life Gives Us

Summary: The night before his wedding to Lady Jocelyn Baratheon prince Aemon felt trapped, like he had no control over his life, so he went and visited a whore house where he saw a auction for a beautiful red haired woman. He paid for her and found out her name was Lily Waters, he never thought he'd fall for her but fate had other plans for him and her.

I will warn people before going into this fic, it is a tragedy, it's happy and sweet but it has a sob worthy ending, me and my friend @sugutoad were both sobbing just talking about the ending so there's your warning.

Coming soon!

Special thanks to my Bestie @sugutoad for making the Header for this fic! I don't know what I'd do without you girly!