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[advitameternal]

@firecndblood ⸻ ↳ ' a kiss from you would ruin me, but what a glorious ruin it would be ' | Gwayne & Guinevere.

Guinevere's  heart  raced  at  his  words,  the  thrill  of  the  moment  igniting  a  fire  within  her  that  she  had  long  tried  to  quell.  She  met  his  eyes,  a  soft  smile  on  her  lips,  though  the  reality  of  her  situation  pressed  heavily  upon  her.  She  took  a  step  closer,  her  breath  catching  slightly  as  she  felt  the  tension  between  them  thickening,  her  hand  rising  in  the  air  so  she  could  graze  her  knuckles  across  his  cheek.

❝     If  we  were  to  indulge  in  this  …  It  would  ruin  me  as  well.   ❞

Her  teeth  sank  into  her  bottom  lip  as  she  gazed  at  him,  her  resolve  fading.  During  the  past  years,  her  loneliness  had  become  almost  overwhelming.  A  weight  she  couldn't  get  rid  of.   It  haunted  her  for  so  long,  only  disappearing  when  he  was  near.

❝   And  yet,  the  thought  of  what  it  would  feel  like  to  kiss  you,  to  let  go  of  all  of  that,  makes  me  want  to  risk  it  all.  ❞

Guinevere's  heart  pounded  as  she  moved  closer,  taking  a  long,  shaky  breath.  She  leaned  in,  her  lips  brushed  softly  against  his  in  a  kiss  filled  with  longing.  It  was  a  sweet  surrender  that  carried  the  weight  of  all  she  had  held  back  for  so  long,  all  that  was  forbidden  to  her.

[morningflew]

"We’ve been blessed, my love. Soon, we will hold our little one in our arms." Corwyn 🥺

rhaena grins at his eagerness. a mere day has passed since she was certain of her condition, first questioned by her ladies when they noticed she hasn't bled that month and then confirmed by the maester after calling for him. it's what the small council wanted since they worried day and night over her brother's line of succession, but it was something she and corwyn had wanted all on their own, too. "i imagine the nine months will come to pass much faster for you than they will for me." she cups the side of his face with one hand, sighing blissfully. "but i'd like those months to fly by, too. how long we have to wait seems torturous, now that i truly think about it."

medieval pregnancy. accepting !

[jacaeryse]

ㅤㅤㅤUnlike Visenya, he never had to contend with a room full of suitors or be presented before a foreign court in the hopes of securing an alliance. Jace had his fate determined before he was even born. He would be king one day. That was as certain as the rising and setting of the sun. Even his marriage to Baela had been decided before he could grasp the concept of weddings and relationships. Jace was happy that his little sister could experience them organically and that some slob of a prince wasn't forced upon her.

ㅤㅤㅤJace smiles softly at the mention of Cregan. His direwolf. It was no secret among the royal family that Jace preferred the company of other men. Cregan Stark specifically. Their relationship had survived a bloody war, his lavender marriage, and would endure until the end of time. "He's doing just fine. I'm actually overdue for a visit to the north." He says. Their pact had joined House Stark and House Targaryen, cementing a powerful alliance in the process. Already his eldest daughter was promised to Rickon Stark who had grown up into a fine young man in his own right. "He would need to be very clever and brave if he intends to contend with you. Any man found lacking in either department will struggle." Jace smirks in response.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Being handsome isn't essential but damn if it doesn't help." He responds before his smile softens and he adopts the courtly appearance of the eldest prince. "Nothing would make me happier. Above all I want you to be able to mantain your dignity and your own happiness." Jace says, his eyes betraying the bittersweet smile that wants to play on his lips. "My little love is all grown up. Just yesterday it feels like I was taking you up on Vermax for the first time. Now we're talking about your future. It's enough to move me to tears."

Visenya   listened   as   her   brother   Jace   spoke,   his   words   dancing   around   her   like   fireflies   in   the   dusk.   She   often   found   herself   caught   in   the   web   of   political   games,   her   future   an   ever-shifting   landscape   of   alliances   and   expectations.   Jace's   teasing   tone   held   a   warmth   that   contrasted   sharply   with   the   chill   of   her   reality.

At   the   mention   of   the   North,   she   simply   smiles   in   turn.   "Hm.   How   is   Lord   Cregan,   by   the   way."   She   jest   in   turn,   a   knowing   looking   to   her   brother   but   endearing.   Visenya   laughed,   the   sound   lightening   the   air   around   them.   “Very   handsome,   or   very   rich?”   she   mused,   tilting   her   head.   “What   about   very   clever?   Or   very   brave?   Perhaps   a   man   who   sees   the   dragon   within   me,   rather   than   just   the   title   I   carry?”

She   knew   her   brother   meant   well,   but   her   heart   was   not   something   to   be   bartered   or   gambled.   "Though   I   would   not   mind   handsome.   If   I   must   marry,   it   will   be   on   my   terms.   I’ll   find   someone   who   understands   the   fire   that   runs   in   our   veins   and   respects   the   strength   of   our   house.”

[roseguided]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: zandie, but my friends/moots can call me zan if they like.

roleplayer pronouns: she / her.

muse name: i ... honestly have so many muses? i love all of them, but there are most def some faves and they sometimes fluctuate too.

preferred communication: def discord. i give my discord out like it's candy on halloween lmao.

experience: somewhere around ... nine years give or take? i started out on a site called quotev in 2016 and i think either before or after that i had one on facebook of all places. roleyplaying as jane from twilight. then straight from quotev, i've been on tumblr ever since. dipped my toe in on twt, but it hasn't stuck.

preferred roleplay type: multi-para just for how i divide my replies? so it isn't one big wall of text, but i personally have no issue if people do similar or if they prefer one para of text ! i usually do one para, divide in the middle to tag the person im replying too, and then another para underneath. im also open to all kinda of plots , aus or plots !

pet peeves & dealbreakers: i dont have too many ? but, i dont like people who spread a lot of hate/hate on characters, ships, or fandoms constantly. bigotry is a 100% no from me. of any kind. i also don't like when people ignore female muses in favor of male muses or who only seek out ships and not other kind of dynamics. when people don't specify on starter, ship calls, or memes i kinda a pet peeve of mine as well. it's frustrating from someone who is indecisive as it is and esp if i ask for people to specify.

plots or memes: i love love love both. love plotting things, love getting into the dynamic or the ship or the plot with someone. makes me giggle n kick my feet. but, i also love memes as very easy, very simple way to get us kick started with a pairing or with general interactions. and on my blog, memes never expire.

best time to write: in the afternoon / evening time !

are you like your muse?: i'm similar to some of my muses, for sure. some of their qualities. i think i'm drawn to similar type of personalities in a sense, too ? like some of my muses are similar to one another, personality wise or they share traits. then, i have some of them who i am nothing alike at all n i love them just as much.

tagged by: @unbelovd , mwah. ty, ily. tagging: @perzonye , @neverburied , @balisongz , @deathmarked , @firecndblood + anyone who sees this post <33

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[morningflew]

"she likes him," rhaena states, a pleased smile on her face as she watches morning fly around her brother's dragon. it would be years before she would grow to onyxes' size and be able to mate with him, producing another clutch of eggs that would hopefully hatch for the targaryens to come. but seeing as neither aegon nor viserys were keen on becoming dragonriders, nor were viserys' children old enough to fly, there was no rush. there would be plenty of time to simply enjoy seeing morning become the large dragon she was bound to be. "it's quite nice how contrasting their colors are, don't you think?"

@firecndblood - for aemon ii ! starter call.

[morningflew]

"Tell me your heart belongs elsewhere, and I shall never speak of this again." Corwyn

rhaena has spent many moments studying her favorite companion in the vale, especially as of late. first out of curiosity and then of growing interest, which burgeoned into an interest she knows they both felt had gone beyond the friendship they've established since their first meeting. and now... now, she had him so up close that their proximity would have been scandalous should anyone see. but it was just the two of them in that little alcove, and she was far too mesmerized with the intensity in his gaze to worry about appropriate behaviors for the time being.

"it does not," rhaena manages to say after a beat. if she was even half as bold as her sister was, perhaps she would've swayed even closer to see what he would do about it. if he would do anything about it, although she's certain now that he's been restraining himself just as much as she has. "my heart was in pieces when i arrived here but it hasn't felt so fractured nowadays. not around you."

courting. accepting !

[unbeleveable]

Her expression was one of tearful gratitude as she reached for her father's hand, squeezing gently. Only the needs of her newborn daughter had kept Rhaenys from sitting by his bedside day and night during the weeks where he walked that narrow path the prince had just referred to. She had been brought to bed a week after he had been carried back from Tarth. It had been too early, but Laena had emerged with strong lungs and a soundly beating heart.

"As soon as you are well enough, Father, I have someone else hale and healthy who I would very much like you to meet," Rhaenys teased, violet eyes crinkling a little. She knew her father had wished for a grandson, but she doubted not that he would shower his granddaughter with love, as he had always done her.

@korzion asked: "it brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again." (for papa aemon in a context where he is injured but doesn't die?)

Aemon   stirred,   the   lingering   haze   of   slumber   dissipating   as   his   daughter’s   words   reached   him.   Her   voice,   a   melody   he   had   thought   he   might   never   hear   again,   filled   the   chamber   with   a   warmth   that   felt   almost   foreign.   He   opened   his   eyes   fully,   and   there   she   was—Rhaenys,   hair   cascading   over   her   shoulders,   her   eyes   bright   and   unyielding   despite   the   gentle   smile   she   wore.

For   a   moment,   Aemon   could   not   speak.   Throat   sore,   as   he   brings   a   hand   to   his   gauced   neck.   He   studied   her   face,   the   lines   of   concern   etched   faintly   there,   the   way   her   hands   rested   in   her   lap,   clasped   tightly   as   if   to   steady   herself.   He   reached   out,   his   fingers   brushing   against   hers.

“And   it   brings   me   much   relief,”   he   said,   his   voice   rasping   from   disuse,   “to   find   myself   alive   to   see   you   here,   Rhaenys.”   He   managed   a   faint   smile,   though   it   faltered   under   the   weight   of   what   he   had   endured.   “I   have   seen   many   dreams   in   my   time,   some   dark   and   cruel,   but   none   so   vivid   as   the   one   where   I   feared   I’d   left   you   all   behind.”

“I   have   walked   a   narrow   path   between   this   world   and   the   next.   But   I   am   here   now,   and   for   that,   we   must   both   be   grateful.”he   murmured,   his   voice   carrying   the   weight   of   a   father’s   pride   and   affection.   “You   are   hale   and   strong,   as   you’ve   always   been.   Seeing   that   gives   me   all   the   strength   I   need   to   recover   fully.”

[firecndblood]

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[bigdaddydaemon]

his youngest child , a DANGEROUS mixture of both her mother and father. the girl was REBELLIOUS , ever the rogue like her father , sneaking out of the keep in the middle of the night atop her dragon. it was not UNUSUAL for a dragon rider to take to the skies , nor was it CONDEMNABLE ──── but visenya’s dragon was still young , and the remnants of war still raged. it would take but a stray arrow to bring down the beast and his daughter. and though daemon could not protect his daughter every waking moment , he would ensure that she OBEYED the rules set by both himself and her mother , the QUEEN.

the king consort stands with folded arms , violet eyes scanning the skies. terrax swoops down , wings outstretched and beating as the beast prepares to land. the gust of wind whips daemon’s loose hair about his face , and the man frowns as his daughter dismounts , disappointed.

“ call it a FATHER’S INTUITION , ” the man answers , his tone a dangerous calm. he unfolds his arms , lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “ i won’t tell your mother of your antics , but i cannot promise that one of your brothers won’t if they happened to see you. ” he lets go of the bridge of his nose to pat the top of his daughter’s head. “ you know the DANGERS of flying alone , visenya. you should have come to me ──── i would have mounted caraxes and flown with you. ”

The   cold   stone   of   the   courtyard   felt   sharper   beneath   her   boots   as   Visenya   dismounted   Terrax,   her   dragon’s   orange   scales   gleaming   faintly   in   the   moonlight.   Her   chest   rose   and   fell   with   exhilaration   still   coursing   through   her   veins   from   the   flight.   She   knew   she   was   in   trouble   the   moment   she   saw   her   father   standing   at   the   edge   of   the   landing   grounds,   arms   crossed   and   face   shadowed   by   both   the   night   and   his   displeasure.

Visenya   straightened   her   back,   refusing   to   cower,   though   her   heart   pounded   in   her   chest.   She   had   been   prepared   for   this   moment.   “I   needed   to   fly,   Father,”   she   said,   her   tone   calm   but   firm.   “Terrax   was   restless.   I   was   restless.”   Her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line,   but   she   refused   to   drop   her   gaze.   “I   wasn’t   seen.   Terrax   and   I   stayed   low,   skimming   over   the   waters.”   She   does   keep   herself   always   low,   Terrax   is   still   young   and   restless,   and   Visenya   always   felt   when   her   dragon   could   not   sleep.   If   they   did   not   sleep,   neither   could   she.

"Don't   tell   mother."   She   speaks   because   for   all   the   tales   she   knows   of   her   father,   she   might   fear   her   mother   more   by   virtue   of   being   the   only   daughter   of   the   Queen.   Her   mother   was   very   protective,   and   the   same   could   come   from   her   brothers.   "Did   the   dragonkeepers   told   you   I   left?" @bigdaddydaemon gets a random starter.

[worthyheir]

"Being forbidden from the dragonpit might do you some good." He had seen, once before, how ambition for a dragon could lead to dire and irreversible consequences. He would be damned if his little sister was going to do something foolish enough to cause her permanent harm. "You have a dragon. It takes time, for the bond to form. You must learn patience in the meantime."

He tries to be patient with her, in turn, as he has with all of his brothers before her, but it is difficult. The protective nature in him has not lessened with each new sibling, but only grown more fierce. "Let me see where you were hurt, and I will consider not telling mother or Daemon."

"It   was   a   small   fall.   You   do   worry   too   much."   She   had   tried   to   get   up   in   Meleys,   despite   having   a   dragon   hatchling,   though   she   hasn't   bonded   with   them   yet.   Father   always   spoke   how   it   was   her   grandmother's   first   and   she   had   wanted   to   be   near   the   red   queen.   She   was   lucky   to   have   only   came   out   there   with   only   a   scratch   and   a   fumming   warning   from   the   she-dragon. @worthyheir

  "I   won't   do   it   again,   lesson   learned.   No   need   to   tell   father,   or   mother   for   that   matter.   She   might   forbade   me   entry   to   the   dragonpit   until   i'm   thirty."   Visenya   said,   cleaning   the   hem   of   her   riding   dress   without   much   luck   considering   it   was   mostly   dragon   breath.   Lilac   eyes   look   upon   her   brother   and   sighing.   "Keep   the   secret,   yes?   Please?"

[jacaeryse]

ㅤㅤㅤLike all royal children, Visenya was a pawn in a political game. She would be married off to secure alliances, gain advantage, and maintain the Targaryen dynasty. As heir to the throne he had a say in her potential suitors and so far he had found them all lacking. "Ordinarily it wouldn't be an issue. But you're a Targaryen and we're highly sought after." Countless letters arrived from all over the realm from nobles who sought out Visenya's hand in marriage. "You're lucky I've grown rather fond of you or I would have had you shipped off long ago." Jace teases, nudging his sister in the side.

ㅤㅤㅤ"It took a lot more than a smile to win the north." Jace corrects his only sister with a look of smug satisfaction. He softens, casting a glance at Visenya before taking her hands into his own. "I'm in no rush to have you married. I know you'll only be a flight away, but the thought frightens me." Jace admits plainly. Is this how Rhaenyra felt? He had always considered himself as another parent to all of his siblings, and just like his mother, he worried about every single one of them. "So feel free to reject any and all propositions. Unless he's very handsome or very rich. Then you ought to consider." 

"i   figured   with   mother   as   queen   and   you   next   in   line   and   the   amount   of   spares   in   this   family   that   me   not   getting   wed   would   not   be   an   issue."   truly   she   figured   with   her   mother   on   the   throne   that   visenya   would   escape   the   destiny   that   all   women   suffer   at   one   point,   that   of   being   wed,   not   that   having   a   husband   bores   her.   but   she   does   like   to   jest   jace   about   the   matter,   considering   that   the   search   for   one   would   go   to   mother   or   jace,   as   next   in   line.  

"everyone   knows   you   are   the   smart   one   when   it   comes   to   alliances.   so,   prince   i   gained   the   north   with   a   smile,   whose   candidates   I   get   to   reject?"   she   teases   her   elder   brother   with   a   bump   of   his   shoulder   and   roll   of   eyes. @jacaeryse