#prince sebastian

[freckleocalypse]

“To the ball, dressed in stars”

Finally completed my piece for this year’s nutcracker season! Thank you to @artsynoova for the prompt and extended time.

The trio has all their glitz and glam of celestial masquerade for an evening of dance and entertainment, maybe Seb will finally enjoy balls too

[princess-polls]

Round One: 2D

[hee-blee-art]

little portraits of my gays for artfight :)

[butchjesus]

them... <3

[high-quality-tiktoks]

Prosopagnosia (also known as face blindness) is a neurological disorder characterized by the inability to perceive or recognize faces.

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Grand Ducal Family of Luxembourg arrive at the Town Hall of Luxembourg-City for the civil wedding of Princess Alexandra and Nicolas Bagory | April 22nd, 2023

[prince-sebastian]

Introduction post.

🪡 DID system member.

👑 Prince Sebastian of Belgium.

🪡 Late 18th - early 19th century.

👑 Prince(ss) Sebastian, Sebastian, Seb, your highness, Lady Crystalia, Crystalia.

🪡 He/She.

👑 I’m not entirely sure how this works, please be patient. I have other system members helping me with this blog.

🪡 Not a roleplay account.

👑 I love sewing, dresses, and all things fashion.

🪡 Asks are on.

[bigender-swag-battle]

Redemption Round 1 (Group E, Match 1)

[pengold]

Weston College but what if it was like Ouran highschool host club

[ena333333]

that screenshot is too cute i have to redraw it

[freckleocalypse]

Nutcracker nonsense 1/?

Rainer belongs to @theevilemster, David belongs to @nosferamtu

This was too fun

[sonolynn]

Thou Shalt Not Covet.

summary | Aemond loved her first, and it would be Aemond who loved her last.

pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Fem!Reader

tags | infidelity (cheating), cussing, alludes to smut, mentions of drinking, whores etc (normal Aegon things), typical Targcest, jealous and possive Aemond

w.c | 1.2 k

note(s) | This is my first Aemond fic! I haven't read the books, and have only seen the show so if Aemond is ooc then I'm sorry!

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She was his. By the way of his mind she belonged to him. His brother, first to everything and last to nothing, got everything Aemond wished he had. The iron throne, the crown, her. The marriage between her and Aegon was strictly political; there was no love, no affection between the two. If Aemond was honest with himself he liked that, liked how her affection could be saved and harboarded for him only. 

Aegon had his spoils. He had bastards, he had whores, he had wine. He did not need her, nor did Aegon particularly want to have her. But Aemond did. 

Because of Aegon’s particular disdain for his wife, the times that she was left alone and in the confines of her chambers were more than not. On these nights, Aemond would find himself climbing up the stairs, his hands shaking slightly, and his mind racing as the guards opened the door and let him enter his niece's chambers. 

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“Uncle.” Her voice rang out over the fire in her chambers, and Aemond felt his heart rate pick up. She held a book in her lap, no doubt trying to wrap her mind around the philosophies written into the texts. Aemond felt himself shiver lightly, the sound of her voice seemingly always doing things to him. 

He said her name softly, and he smiled to himself as he walked over to sit next to her. She smiled, her hand wrapping around his and her voice soft.

“How do you fare?” That is how all of their nights began. The light conversation of “how do you fare?” eventually led to her bed. 

Aemond’s eyes caressed her skin, his hands worshiping her body as his voice sung praises of her victories over his mind, soul, and body. He would not ravish her like his brother did, no. He would worship and glorify her body before him as if she was a temple, he would exalt her pleasure to the highest of highs before he even thought of his. Aemond treated her like a goddess, and she was reminded of this every time her name fell from his lips and his seed spilled inside of her.

When he would finish he wouldn’t leave her to clean up on her own, or fall asleep. He would kiss her body softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back as she came down from her high. He would hold her until she fell asleep in his arms, and in the morning he would wake, admire her body and her face that still shone in the glow of intimacy, before he would dress and leave. 

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She liked the garden. She, truthfully, adored the garden. It was, she thought, the only place where she would be free from listening to the moans of Aegon’s whores and the drunken laughs that would escape his lips. 

She found solace in the way the leaves swayed in the wind, the way the sun shone lightly through the cracks of the trees. But, what she truly waited for was Aemond. Once his duties were done he would come into the garden, and they would walk, and talk with one another for what felt like hours. 

On this particular day, the two walked and talked about nothing in particular-just how both of them liked it. But, a pair of seething eyes followed the two as they walked. Angered and betrayed, Alicent turned and walked away.

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When Aemond entered his chambers later that night, he was met with the burning gaze of his mother. His face remained stoic, and he slowly started to take off his belt that held his sword. 

“Mother. I did not expect you.” He spoke, his face illuminated by the fire as he sat in a chair, getting comfortable. His mother stood, standing in front of him as she glared down into her son's stoic expression. 

“You do not hide it well.” 

“I do not know what you speak of, mother.” 

Alicent gave Aemond a look, seeing straight through his stoic expression and hardened gaze. 

“You know what I speak of. You covet what is rightfully your brothers-” 

“Rightfully?” At these words, Aemond stood, glaring down at his mother with a complexed expression. “She is not rightfully Aegon’s. She is not rightfully the crowns-”

“She is his by law,” Alicent got right into her son's face, her hand pushing against his chest as she spoke. “By the law of the seven kingdoms she is his! You cannot parade around the castle, promenading as if you are an enthralled teenage boy courting a noble girl! She is married-” 

“You do not think I know what she is, mother? You do not think I see the ring she wears, or the name she bears now as a continuous tie to my brother?” The pain etched into the cracks of Aemond’s voice were subtle but not unnoticed. The way he spoke of his brother's wife with so much undignified and raw emotion made it clear to Alicent what he truly felt. Despite herself she sympathized with her son, trying to take his hands in hers as she spoke. 

“I understand, Aemond, how you feel. But you cannot go about so shamelessly coveting your brother's wife-the queen!” 

Aemond roughy pulled away from his mother, a sharp look hidden behind his amethyst  eyes as he spoke. 

"Do not speak to me as if my sorrows where your own!" Aemond seethed, pulling back a few paces as he glared at his mother, “Aegon is no husband! He may be my brother-my closest kin but he does not know how to properly care for her as I do. I know her mother, I know her wants, her desires, I know her more than Aegon has ever even tried to comprehend so damn all the gods and fuck Aegon because I would soon rather feed myself to Daemon’s dragon then let a man like Aegon sew his seed into her and ruin the beautiful women that the gods have given to me!”

The words coming out of her son’s mouth shocked Alicent. She never knew him to be so passionate about something-someone-so fiery as, gods be good, his brother’s wife. 

“Aemond she was never yours-” 

“She was,” his voice dropped and he stepped closer to his mother, breathing down as he glared, “The gods gave her to me, they made her for me! Her body was made to fit with mine, her soul was mine to know! Mother, it was all for me! But you? You are the one who gave her away to my brother. You are the one who took her from me.” 

Wishing for no more of this, Aemond turned, feeling himself breaking a little as he went. He knew he would never be hers, that she would never truly be his. 

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“You are troubled tonight.” 

She knew him better than he knew himself. Aemond’s head rested on her lap, her hand gently stroking through his platinum white hair. He breathed out slowly, his thumb idly stroking her knee. 

“I am thinking, sweet girl.” 

“I know that you are thinking, I just wish to know what it is you are thinking about.” 

At this he went silent. He knew no matter what lie he told her that she would always know the truth between the lies. So, instead, he sat up slowly and he gripped her cheek, kissing her softly. As if the words would be lost, and the meaning behind them burned. He made love to her like she was truly his, like she was his wife. As if..she wasn't even able to be coveted.

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[hee-blee-art]

grey circle concept portraits!

[ID: ten graphite bust portraits of various fantasy characters. see alt text for individual descriptions. end ID]

[butchjesus]

you guys are NOT READY for this one like for real....

[ID: a crop of a digital illustration work in progress. it shows two layers of loose sketchy lines depicting a knight in armour and a prince in a cloak standing back to back. end ID]

[charlotte-of-wales]

Some photos taken before the reception

via Cour Grand-Ducale

[prince-sebastian]

ℐ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒸ℯ， ℐ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝓈ℴ 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎．－ 𝒮ℯ𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃