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[alongtherubyford]

i love thinking about show!rhaenyra’s response to daemon ordering jaehaerys’ death, and her reaction to her council essentially accusing her of ordering it.

first to talk about her reaction to the council.

she’s fucking SHOCKED hearing the news. that much is so clear. she can’t fathom how this baby boy died this way, but when her council hints to it being on her orders, she’s even more shocked. they think she would do that to helaena? to an innocent child? she doesn’t understand how they can even think that.

but it’s not that she would do it helaena. it’s that she would do it to aegon, as punishment for what aemond did to lucerys. there’s nothing like the pain of losing a child, and since aemond has none of his own, aegon is her next target. it also would make sense, in a wretched way, to kill the heir of her enemy, knowing he wouldn’t name his daughter heir because that is literally what he’s fighting against.

and it’s like she doesn’t get that. she’s stuck on the fact that helaena was his mother, not anything else. i mean, of course she sees the other reasons as to why people would suspect her, but she can’t fathom it because it’s something she would never do. she wouldn’t inflict this kind of pain on helaena. but on aegon? that’s a different story.

now for her reaction to daemon.

she won’t listen to his excuses. he caused the death of a child. it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t his target, the death is still on his hands because the people he hired killed jaehaerys. it was on his orders, and the mistake of how his orders were executed still falls back on him.

she’s seeing him for what he is. a man consumed almost whole by hate and vengeance. the man she didn’t want to see.

[emmies-agere]

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[greenelight]

❝   i   don't   think   this   is   coming   out   right.   ❞   a   frown   forms   as   mason   eyes   his   progress   on   the   poor   pumpkin   sitting on the table before   him   ,   trying   to   decide   what   is   the   best   way   forward   with   his   budding   masterpiece   ﹙   or   disaster   - piece   as   he'd   like   to   call   it   ﹚.   he   loves   all   things   halloween   , but   he's   not   a   particularly   creative   person   in   terms   of   arts   &   crafts   ,   usually   leaving   that   sort   of   task   up   to   his   best   friend   ,   who   is   a   graphic   designer & much more artsy.   here   ,   it's   just   him   ,   sebastian   &   emily   trying   to   carve   pumpkin   to   set   outside   on   the   front   porch of the brownstone   &   none   of   them   are   really   very   art driven   ,   but   who   knows   ?   maybe   they're   having   a   way   better   time   with   their   pumpkins   than   mason   is   with   his. though frankly , anyone's pumpkin would look beautiful compared to whatever it was mason just created.

with   a   regretful   sigh   ,   mason   turns   his   pumpkin   around   to   show   everyone   what   he's   managed   to   come   up   with.   the   face   looks   a   bit   mangled   &   the   smile   is   definitely   lopsided   ,   looking   less   like   a   friendly   pumpkin   &   more   like   something   out   of   a   horror   film.   ❝   it's   supposed   to   be   mickey   mouse's face   .   .   .   ❞   even   as   he   says   that   ,   he   knows   he   did   not   succeed   in   the   likeness.   quickly   ,   he   turns   the   pumpkin   back   around   ,   ready   to   move   on   &   chuck   his   creation   where   it   belongs   ━━   in   the   fucking   dumpster.   ❝   well   .   .   .   i'm   sure   you   guys   did   better   than   me.   at   least   ,   i   hope   you   guys   did. c'mon ! lemme see what you've managed to make in the last hour.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᶤᶰᵗ·     the   greene   brownstone   ﹕   🎃   carve   pumpkins   together.   co   -   starring  @satellitewar   as   emily   kelso.   guest   starring   @wineassassin   as   sebastian   greene.

[guardiandamned]

Ryouga doesn't know much about Haruto, when it really comes down to it. To him, he's just Kaito's brother - the one who Kaito would do anything for, the boy who he'd been fighting for even at the cost of his own life.

It's for that reason that Ryouga can't hate Kaito completely. After all... he understands exactly what it's like to have someone you're desperate to protect. He's sure that to Kaito, Haruto is no burden - instead, the thought of keeping him safe is what gives him the strength to live, giving him hope day after day even when it feels like moving forward is impossible.

But that doesn't mean he'd been prepared to actually meet Haruto like this in-person. If Kaito were here, Ryouga's sure he'd be watching him like a hawk, as protective as he is, but honestly... Ryouga just feels self-conscious as he is now. He's not good with kids. It's not like he hates them - it's just that his abrasive personality doesn't really mesh well with them, and he's not good at watching what he says or being as careful as he probably should be with his attitude...

Haruto's not just some random kid, though. So... Ryouga will at least try and put in a little more effort for him.

"Did Kaito tell you about me?" he asks bluntly, hands shoved haphazardly in his pockets. There's nothing particularly friendly about his expression, but at the very least, there's no trace of anger or irritation either. "

I'm Kamishiro Ryouga. So... you're his brother, huh?"

@universestreasures ( starter for haruto! )

[kaerinio]

@messianique approached her grace: do you think i deserve this ? / from rhaegar!

it's early : early enough that most of the world around them still sleeps, and those stirring do so slowly, groggily, while nursing steaming mugs and questioning if returning to the sanctity of warm covers would cause some great offense. indeed, dawn has only barely broken on the horizon, its tentative rays spilling through the clouds, like yolk through the cracks of an eggshell ; but, for dany, night ( or, rather, sleep ) never came, nor had she invited it. rather, she spent the time nurturing her living dream : straightening books stacked upon tables and propped-up in displays, ensuring that the titles truly were aligned in order ( alphabetical, of course, and by every author's last name ), fluffing the pillows and cushions adorning every seat.

and between every single task came a pause, where she'd step outside to look upon the sign now gazing down at them. THE SILVER QUILL.

“of course i do. in fact, i believe you deserve more, rhaegar ——— much, much more,” she whispers in a voice swelling with pride and overflowing with love. a hand reaches, grasping musical fingers. “you are the one who introduced me to the true beauty of books, of reading.” for joy and for knowledge, not just for the escape. a quiet swallow drowns the tears threatening to rise and smothers the sob clawing at her throat. the unspoken hovers between them : a silent chorus of ‘you saved me. you saved me. you saved me.’

gingerly, between pearly teeth, she captures her quivering lip, and pulls herself ever-closer to her beloved brother. what a sound hold, as though there exists some fear that, in the day's rise, he may dissipate, evaporating like dew from a rose petal. resting a cheek against his arm, contentment blossoms in her heart, inviting a sweet smile. “i didn't think you'd appreciate a sign with your face hanging right over the door.” sparkling eyes of violet lift, intent upon his expression. “though, i did consider it.” she's teasing, no doubt, punctuating it all with a laugh that could warm, even, the emerging sun.

[stormbcrn]

             ALONE,  THE MOON CAST A WHITE  shadow across red sands.  The nights seemed unending while the days were fleeting.  When the sun shone overhead,  Daenerys was a khaleesi and could shoulder her pain of her people.  She was strong enough to survive until the sun fell past the horizon,  yielding again to the darkness.  Even in death,  she thought,  Drogo made her brave. If he would only stay with her another hour,  another day!  But the gods never answered her prayers – her sun and stars setting with the moonlight.  And night after night,  Daenerys watched the moon wither away, until it was only a crescent hanging in an empty sky.

She turned at the sound of the other approaching, dusty sand coating her skin.  “What would become of the moon if the sun did not rise?” She asked,  eyelids heavy as silver tangled strands fell from her shoulder,  “Would we still admire it?”

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[griefology]

“ I think we’re all a little cursed. ” The comment comes without warning. It cuts through the silence of camp like a knife. The cleric to ask it is unfazed; her hands sways lazily, playing with the flames of the fire. “ We have to be, don’t you think ? How else would we find ourselves in a mess like this ? ” Her eyes drift to where Nym rests, but her hand continues its motions. “ Or we have the worst luck imaginable. ” / @saintsdawn

the shadow sorcerer snorts, her eyes following the way florence plays with the fire, the way the flames fan into the air. she can see the crackle of fire dance and disappear into the night sky, and there's a small peace to it. ❝ cursed ? ❞ she repeats as if mulling the word over, tasting how it settles on her tongue.

❝ it feels ————— fitting. ❞ nym finally gives after moment's pause. ❝ though i've always felt a little cursed. a little [ . . . ] unlucky. so it feels normal to me. ❞ a shrug of her shoulders. nym does not yet remove her mask for the night. it covers her nose, her mouth. ❝ what curses you, then ? broke any mirrors in the last hundred moons ? ❞

[icedkings]

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[thcrealheroes]

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[leagueofdccm]

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[imaginarianisms]

"if you hate me, please don't tell me." for alicent, from aegon ii

❝If I hated you, I would not have you placed upon the Iron Throne.❞ Brown eyes soften as she regards her son, rubbing at his back in the attempts to reassure him, her beautiful auburn colored hair cascading down her back in tangles and green veil trailing behind her as they prepare to attend the royal sept together as mother and son. While deep down, even though she never wanted to admit it, not even to herself, even when she knew it wasn't their fault, as much as she loved all of her children, there was a part of her that resented them, Aegon most of all, for her being wed to the King was how he came into the world. She remembered her wedding night even to this day. How Rhaenyra watched as her father had her and she could do nothing to stop it. This was the way of things in this world, though, and there was nothing she could do to change that. There were so many things that she'd wanted once. She'd wanted to sail the Mander, fly across the Narrow Sea on dragonback with Rhaenyra and Laena, perhaps attend the Citadel if only they had opened their doors to the minds and hearts of women, to make her father proud, all taken from her for the ambitions of a second son and her own father and her house.

She had never wanted to be a mother, or at the very least, not until she was older and she'd had her adventures of youth. That was all taken from her. Alicent turned back from the mirror to look upon her eldest son. He'd looked like his late father as did all of his siblings with their Valyrian features where sometimes she'd wished that at least one of her children had inherited her hair and eyes, yet Aegon had her face. Her smile.

❝Everything I have done since my girlhood was for you, Aegon.❞ Alicent caresses his cheek with her fingertips, thumb gracing his chin the way she used to when he was a baby. She wonders if he ever remembered anything when he was that age. He really had grown up so fast. Too fast. They all did. While she really did try her best with what she had, one of the things she'd wished she'd done more was spend more time with him, not as a queen and the prince but as mother and son. She'd managed to do better with her younger children, but the inexperience of being such a young mother had its toll on both her and on Aegon. She'd had no motherly instruction while she was raising him, her mother was gone, Queen Aemma was gone, and she'd had an army of handmaidens and midwives to help. Everyone else around her who'd had children were older and she wasn't close enough to any of them to confide in them. She'd often prayed to the Mother and her own for guidance, but she was given no answers; the gods had abandoned her in those first few years.

Alicent was still disappointed and upset with him, but hatred was out of the question. He was still her eldest son, her firstborn child, dragonrider of Sunfyre the most beautiful dragon in the world and her King, and as Dowager Queen, she had a duty to protect him and Helaena from harm. Try to mend what has been broken, our dear Alicent. The boy needs your love, the Smith spoke to her in the deepest echoes of her mind with a middle aged man's stern yet loving voice. Alicent dips her head, and deeply inhales before she runs her fingers through his short silver-gold wavy hair.

❝You never love anyone the way you love your first child, no matter what they do. You would know yourself, with Jaehaerys and Jaehaera; I know Helaena feels the same. I'm disappointed in you, not because I hate you, but because I love you. It is because of that love that I want you to do better. If not for yourself, then for Helaena, for your children, for the realm. Make these... vile accusations be just that: vile accusations, so I know that what I have heard isn't true, that my son would never do such things. You can do so much better, I know it. Put the bottle down for the love of your children.❞

preacher's daughter. || accepting. || @prodigum

[johnnysslaughter]

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[kaerinio]

@messanique approached her grace: ❛ is it really you? ❜ / from rhaegar!

Where has her mind gone? A trap, it could be a trap set to ensnare a lonely soul ; and, gods above, wouldn’t this be the perfect moment? Where the Sorrowful Man had failed, evident in the manticore's grotesque, smeared remains ( its nearly human face, somehow intact, stares up at her, unseeing . . . venom stings her throat ), a Faceless Man could surely complete the task. So many enemies, she collects them like an enchanting lady collects favors from lovers. Ser Jorah must be thinking the same, the way he extends a powerful arm to shield her, his shining sword braced in the other. However, it is futile, for there is nothing that can stop her advance, and with ease, she shoves past, dodging the staying hand, ignoring gruff barks of protest.

That voice, it is . . . it is — — — a song : a song she dances toward with reckless abandon, conducted by the indigo of his eyes and the silvery-gold of his hair and the stunning angles of his face. His is a face she ought not recognize ( despite how, in his visage, she finds her own ). He'd been banished, exiled to the cold ends of the earth before her mortal wails shook Dragonstone and ripped their mother from this world. In visions, she has seen him, stares locking as he murmured over a lovely Princess and precious babe. In dreams, why, she has embodied him, driven by some perennial closeness ( always imagined, now made real ), adorned in armor glittering with rubies. “I am who you know me to be,” she whispers, eyes swimming in tears imbued with inquiry, with wishes. Hands lift, not to banish those descending drops, but to cup his cheeks in affectionate wonder.

This may be no more than some sweet mirage, but she does not care. If she is doomed to die here by an assassin’s blade, let it be her cherished brother’s face that guides her to the night lands ( into the embrace of her sun-and-stars and the darling son who never drew breath, who would never know his namesake ; sorrow flickers, a dim candle in the darkest spot of her heart, and is promptly extinguished by resolve ). To look upon him, to hear him, to lay, even, a hand against him . . . It will have been worth it. Worth it, indeed, to gaze unflinchingly at fate and choose temptation.

A rasp emerges from the Old Bear's throat, going wholly unacknowledged as she soars ; the leap is anything but graceful, and even less regal, her arms wrapping heartily around the cloaked neck. “This is no scheme, it cannot be! I would know you anywhere. It is you, Rhaegar, truly you . . . and you are here!” How utterly foolish and clumsy she must sound. It is no matter, not when joy rouses and bursts, summoning the first genuine smile quivering lips have formed in ages. She is like a wild, new thing. A stranger to feeling, those quaking fingers touching his features tentatively : stroking cheeks, fluttering over hair, brushing over ears. “How is this possible? Did you escape the Wall? How did you find me?”

[stormbcrn]

THE TEMPLE OF THE DOSH KHALEEN sprang to life around her, the lip of the torch she knocked over seared into flesh that would not blister. The straw roof caught first, while dry wood forming its walls and columns quickly followed. Smoke, so black and putrid, filled the room and her lungs with each breath, and each breath became more strained with effort. Fire light illuminated the screaming figures of the khals before they were forever lost in shadow. Daenerys could not always see them clearly, but she could smell their flesh and hair, and she could hear their screams as the fire consumed them. They matched that of her memories from a long night spent curled around three stone eggs . . . the smell and agony. The life and death of light.

Ragged breaths raked through Daenerys' frame, coughing as hands searched desperately through the darkness for something – anything. If only she could find the doors to break free to a clear and silent night. A cool night . . . a dark night. It was difficult to imagine such a thing when fire burned so hotly against her skin, each flame licking the sweat that dewed against bare skin. She was again in the red waste, starving, dying in brutal heat. Gasping for breath, her lilac eyes squeezed shut and burning grasses fell on her from above

And just then her hand found contact against a heated figure, giving her pause as fingers instinctively closed around course fabric. What amidst the salt and smoke would still feel so warm against her skin ???

"You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” / fenrir, @runaljod

She need not see him, with stinging smoke burning and blurring her vision, Daenerys knew him by voice alone. She dared to believe she would know him even in death. Perhaps she was dying. Eyes opened, a hand left resting against his broad chest – and it surprised her that her lungs did not ache from breathing ash and grit when under his gaze, his protection. She felt no pain. If this was her untimely death, she would greet it fondly.

"I owe you my life," she managed, unable to catch her breath nor satiate her desire, "for whatever it's worth."

[ofpriestess]

cute lil tag drop.

[pshbites]

LOVE ON AiR

SYNOPSiS » two podcast groups, both equally popular on the internet, start interacting with one another. however it isnt how fans want it to be.. OR yn sees sunghoon hating on lauryn hill and accidentally starts an entire fanwar with him.

PAiRiNG » sunghoon x fem!reader

FEAUTRiNG » all of enha, giselle of aespa, txt briefly mentioned

GENRE » smau (social media au), fluff, angst, enemies to lovers (barely), chronically online humor, romance, podcast au, influencer au, HEAVILY inspired from suburb talks and under the influence podcasts, SLOWBURNN

WARNiNGS » profanity, suggestive humor, kys/kms jokes, lots of pop culture references (im chronically online im sorry), drinking, drugs, fanwars, yn haters (BOOOOO), stalking (sorta?) manipulation (NOT FROM SUNGHOON OR Y/N) changes every chapter.

STATUS » completed — (08/03/24) to (10/26/24)

PLAYLiST » your eyes only - enha, after midnight - chappell roan, ex factor - lauryn hill, kiss me - dpr live, read your mind - sabrina carpenter, 3005 - childish gambino, poison poison - renee rapp, thirst - dpr live, just a little bit - enha, daisy - wave to earth, nouvelle vague - wave to earth, thinkin about you - frank ocean. (got carried away .. 😁)

AUTHORS NOTE » BIGGG thanks to my bestest friend ever, my fav british person, @lqfiles , ily so so much and thank you so much for helping me with this process. teaching me how to work tumblr like i was a grandma even tho im only 2 years older than u and making this AMAZING cover (isnt she talented), i love u sooo much more than words can describe, you annoying brit (endearing) 🫶

TAGLIST CLOSED!

written chaps in blue

🔴 RECORDING..

teaser (read first for context!!)

profiles i & profiles ii

1) call my phone a vibrator the way it keeps buzzing

2) YAP CENTRAL EP.135: alpha male podcasts?!

3) first hate thread. feeling nervous

4) pussy slay queen!

5) okay alpha

6) ROUND TABLE EP.149: perfect pitch :o

7) 1 down 3 to go

8) what the fuck is a ynhoon

9) YNXOXO VLOG: night out w/ won and riki

10) wet and bothered

11) just a normal tuesday

12) jungwons evil arc

13) YNXOXO VLOG: cafe date with my girls <3

14) the battle of thirst traps

15) twitch streaming era

16) YAP CENTRAL EP.136: did social media ruin relationships?

17) second interaction: kinda scared

18) fuck skater boys

19) park sunghoon v. round table

20) riki emo era: OVER

21) sunghoons side hoes

22) ROUND TABLE EP.150: we traded phones?!

23) bro define: friend

24) spidey sense

25) on my cellular plan i pay for?

26) YNXOXO VLOG: night time routine + surprise!!

27) a face i would kiss

28) collab of the century

29) YAP CENTRAL EP.137: has love lost its meaning?

30) eyes don’t lie

31) operation: ynhoon (postponed)

32) crybaby

33) operation: ynhoon (BACK ON)

34) chat is this a date yes or no?

35) boss baby jay

36) boyfriend

37) soft or hard?

38) what da heck *tyla voice*

39) YNXOXO VLOG: ice skating! | vlog w/ a special guest!!

40) love is on air

UNCUTS

1) operation: get riki ip banned on twt

2) try not to blow up challenge: FAILED

3) JAYS KITCHEN: my friends trying to help me make food blindfolded. (spoiler: it’s a fail)

4) YNXOXO VLOG: my boyfriend does my makeup voiceover !

5) YAP CENTRAL BLOOPERS: riki kat and yn patreon ad

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