#onecie

[lizzemea]

The Onceler as a magical girl

Transformed to fight the wonders of nature, as a counter to the grumpy lorax, this cheery sailor of Greed and Pride is always blasting trees away and turning them into fresh fresh thneeds

Do you dare summon her?

[hexsreality]

Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibs!

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

Can I just say back at you?! I'm saying it now, dibs! Now you're mine now!!!

[d0wager]

@onecyed asked: But I don't forget and I don't forgive.

"You   fool."   She   shakes   her   head.   The   news   of   what   had   happened   at   Storm's   End   had   reach   her   before   his   arrival   with   Vhagar.   Anyone   who   saw   the   dragon   would   see   the   gentle   trail   of   blood,   and   she   sees   in   her   boy,   the   satisfaction   of   a   debt   paid   after   years.   "Now   we   are   at   war.   Rhaenyra   will   take   no   chances   of   peace   offerings."   She   heard   of   Rhaenyra's   miscarriage   too.   Two   children,   one   so   soon   after   the   other,   one   taken   out   of   childhood   animosity,   an   eye   for   an   eye,   a   son   for   a   son.   Eyes   look   back   at   Aemond   with   tired   eyes.  

"What   makes   you   think   she   won't   retaliate   against   your   own   nieces   and   nephews?   Or   perhaps   take   a   beloved's   head?"   Daemon   for   sure   will   take   this   as   the   beggining   of   a   war   that   will   not   end   until   one   side   dies   out.   There   is   a   pause,   a   hand   on   her   throat   as   she   eases   the   beat   of   her   eyes,   hazel   eyes   upon   her   son.   "Does   it   feel   even   now?   He   took   your   eye,   you   took   his   life?"

[xrealmofmanymusesx]

@onecyed

Daenys stood in her chambers, since the break of dawn she had been getting ready for her marriage. First there was a bath, then her hair was washed and placed in an intricate do and then came her dress, in her house colors.

Her husband to be is Prince Aemond, much to the dismain of Queen Alicent, that does not wish for her favorite son to marry Daenys. But this was an order from the King. A way to try and appease the tension between the two sides. Unfortunately, she would head to the altar alone, since her father, Prince Daemon, was not allowed to come.

She looked at the mirror, she truly look like a Targaryen.

[west1rosi]

"my   uncle   jaime   is   a   kingsguard,   your   grace.   he   will   be   lord   commander   one   day,   i   know   it."   the   prince   intimidates   her.   reminds   her   of   joffrey   at   times,   though   joffrey's   character   is   loud,   she   knows   how   to   fight   against   it,   the   prince   is   often   so   quiet.   those   unreal   eyes   of   them   keeping   her   lock   in   place.   "if   you   wish   for   a   real   challenge   while   training,   of   course.   i'm   sure   he   can   provide   you   with   some   entertainment."   and   her   uncle   would   be   happy   to   put   on   some   real   training.   he   is   climbing   the   ranks   as   ease   as   she   learned   how   to   be   quiet   and   observe.   emerald   eyes   stare   back,   timid   smile   on   gentle   features.   "my   only   skills   are   dancing   and   games,   i'm   afraid   i   would   bore   you   too   much."

@onecyed for myrcella hotd verse.

[northsborn]

@onecyed asked: Promises are always made, and they are always broken. Always. THE WHITE PRINCESS.

"What   should   we   trust   then?   If   we   don't   trust   then   there   is   no   hope   for   anything   else."   Sara   knows   well   about   broken   promises,   doesn't   she?   The   girl   smiles,   knowingly   so   before   she   simply   adds.   "I'm   the   living   personification of promises   can   be   broken."   A   bastard.  

The   promise   to   a   man   to   his   wife,   broken   and   she   stood   there   as   living   proof   it   was   possible.   "Doesn't   mean   we   have   to   stop   believing   in   them.   That's   what   duty   and   honor   are."   Branches   from   a   silent   or   loud   promise.   

[myrc3lla-a]

@onecyed asked: I never said I was a good man.

Good   men   do   not   survive   wars,   her   grandsire   would   say   and   the   young   lady   is   aware   now   that   is   the   truth.   The   Prince   had   never   struck   her   as   a   man   who   was   all   good,   but   he   had   shown   her   sides   that   many   around   the   court   do   not   get   to   see.   Pieces   that   are   proof   in   her   eyes   that   he   might   not   be   a   good   man,   but   at   least,   his   heart   is   good.   He   values   family,   in   a   way   her   own   would   never.   "I   know.   And   I   would   never   ask   of   you   to   be   one."   Can   she   forgive   the   struggles   of   war?   To   embrace   a   man   who   comes   from   battle   as   a   dragonrider?  

Myrcella   is   not   sure   but   she   is   not   going   to   sit   there   and   pretend   she   does   not   care   for   him,   because   she   does.   "All   that   matters   is   that   you   return   safely."   She   has   heard   and   seen   of   other   ladies   doing   as   she   is   doing   now;   a   favor   for   a   knight   to   wear   in   battle,   like   they   often   do   in   tournaments,   and   she   moves   to   wrap   the   cloth   of   golden   and   black   fine   fabric   around   his   wrist.   "And   when   you   return,   I   can   pretend   it   was   my   favor   that   kept   you   safe."

[ladicsa]

THERE'S A SLIGHT CHILL TO THE WIND THAT WHIPS HER DARK HAIR ABOUT HER FACE AS SHE STANDS AND LOOKS UPON THE GODS EYE. But she doesn't feel it; only knows it because of the light coats being worn by others. Her own skin remains, as always, warm to the touch, even in her dress, the thin layer of draped silk doing little to stop the breeze from caressing her. It may as well be the warmest of summer days in her eyes.

There's the snapping of a twig from behind her but she does not startle, she had known it was him the very second @onecyed had stepped foot on that hill. "Will your men not be wondering where you ran off to?" she asks and looks over her shoulder at him, painted lips pulled up, dimpling her cheeks.

[bcldbaela]

continued from X with @onecyed.

There was no fondness between them. The bitterness of Driftmark seemed to still follow them like a dark cloud, but she had never done anything to mend that. However, Baela had grown and had done her best to learn from her elders and the mistakes she had made. Aemond had also changed, but there was still that cold look in his eye. Baela hadn't seen him since that night, and now she could fully see the scar.

A fair exchange, they had claimed. Baela wasn't so sure.

Baela hadn't regretted throwing the first punch that night. Aemond had been disrespectful. Told them to find her sister a pig. The words he had said about their family. She hadn't known that the knife was brought, and it had caught her off guard to see the blood. They had to defend themselves that's what happened. Looking back now... It's possible that everything could have been handled differently but once more, they were children. Seeing Aemond now and hearing how dangerous he had become despite everything. Well, it was impressive but she wouldn't say that.

❝ Are you asking why I am in this corridor or why I’m back in King’s Landing? ❞

[pertinaxism]

@onecyed continued from x

violet hues studied his face closely, pausing on the flex in his jaw for a fraction of a moment before continuing on along his face until she was staring into his eye. she had done her crying, eyes rimmed red she was sure, her grief for her little brother would know no ends. Her little Luke.

a shaky breath as Viserra waited for any sort of reaction from the man. Kinslayer. It had been whispered behind her back, how Aemond had easily over taken the boy and his dragon. the whispers brought about anger, betrayal, and more anger- though the princess was unsure if the anger was entirely from her brothers death or that she wanted comfort from Aemond. For him to hold her as she cried. Sit with her silently.

Feet stayed firmly in place as he stepped towards her, needing to tip her head back to properly look at him. “It matters not who told me, only that I know. Only that you did not tell me yourself.”

[korzionarchive]

@onecyed liked for a starter

"Here to finish your handiwork?" Rhaenys snarled at Aemond from where she sat with her back against the wall of the cell, cradling her broken arm. She had been bad off with severe burns covering her torso and half her face but they had been treated so they stung more than agonized a moon after the battle. Unlike she had heard what Aegon was experiencing. That knowledge gave her the tiniest bit of contentment.

[sesikudadaryti]

@onecyed asked Rhaenyra Targaryen: ❛ Be careful. One could take your words for treason. ❜ (for Rhaenyra)

Rhaenyra narrowed her gaze at her half brother, a scoff leaving her lips as she shook her head. "It is you and your family who has comitted treason, Aemond." Her eyes glared daggers back at him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to suffer for what happened to Luke. She wanted ever Green to pay for what happened to her darling boy. Her light. The few remaining things left of Harwin. Luke was gone. And it was his fault.

"I see you are here to ensure that I do not leave then." She clarified before looking at him. "Why not just kill me?"

[dragcnsdaughtcr]

(c) @onecyed

the thumb trailing along her lower lip made her swipe her tongue out to press against the flesh, head tilting back as amethyst hues stared up at him, his words only made the corner of her lip tug into what seemed to be the making of smirk - she would work for it , happily. It was something she had thought of many times over .

slowly her own hands came up , unbuttoning at the trousers to pull them down , releasing his hardened shaft from its restraints as her hand came to wrap around the base , tongue poking out , running along the soft , veiny flesh , circling the head only to place her lips around him, plunging him into to the waiting warmth of her mouth . to give him pleasure , to be the one in charge when he was always the one was both different and pleasing , eyes redirecting upwards to watch the pleasure masking his features.

[bcbliophile]

@onecyed asked:

sender kisses receiver's fingertips. (for Daphne)

Daphne raised a brow at her betrothed's attempts at being sweet, she would never admit how much she liked it, no that would give him too much power over her, instead she took those same fingertips and used them to lift his chin so she could look him in his good eye "what has brought this on?" The redhead asked, blue eyes sparkling with slight mischief, she was getting too good at this game they played.

[withouthonor-a]

@onecyed continued from here!

"i will not deny you whatever revenge you thought you were owed," otto answered softly, disappointment lingering on the edge of his tone despite his words. you were supposed to be everything your brother was not, but look what you have become. he had never been a particularly soft man, something he knew well, but he had not been as harsh with helaena, aemond, or daeron as he was with aegon as he could allow them to only be grandchildren, where aegon must become his king.

"does your family deserve the war you have brought upon them with this boy's death?" war would come regardless of what aemond had done; otto knew this well enough from the very moment viserys named rhaenyra heir. she was soft-bellied and would make no move until it was far too late for her secure victory, a weakness he had planned to exploit as they gathered the necessary strength to rid themselves of her and her brood once and for all. a plan now for nought as the death of her bastard son would only force her into action rather than stay complicit. "you were meant to secure lord baratheon's oath to your brother, not murder a boy smaller and weaker than you."

[myrc3lla-a]

spending   time   with   the   prince   had   been   unexpected.   she   never   expected   he   would   enjoy   having   her   around   but   he   seem   to   have   no   complains   when   she   kept   appearing   before   him.   sometimes,   she   would   show   on   the   yard   to   watch   him   train,   sketches   on   her   book   made   of   him,   other   times,   she   would   just   go   the   dragonpit   to   watch   him   and   vhagar.   she   hated   acting   like   a   blushing   maid   around   him   but   she   couldn't   help   when   he   placed   his   good   eye   on   her   and   stared   back   at   her.  

one   of   those   days,   having   lost   her   guard   and   being   on   her   own   with   aemond,   after   a   good   day   of   vhagar,   they   were   on   their   own,   on   the   path   back   to   the   keep.   hidden   by   the   trail,   she   let   out   a   small   gasp   when   her   body   felt   the   rough   edges   of   a   wall   and   his   frame   before   her.   "aemond?"   first   time   letting   herself   speak   his   name   without   any   titles,   cella   felt   anticipation   built   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach.   and   when   he   kisses   her,   she   feels   a   weakness   on   her   knees,   forcing   her   hands   to   hold   on   to   him,   reaching   for   the   back   of   his   neck,   finally   opening   up   to   the   motion   of   his   mouth   on   hers.

@onecyed asked: “ah, fuck it” Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss .