#tainted faces

[yovrstruly00]

tainted faces

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part two

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

trigger warning: cursing, knives, injuries, Aegon smashing Lyssaera's head on the table, incest (uncle x niece),,

genre: angst?? idk, possible enemies to lovers,,

Lyssaera Velaryon, Aemond fumes at the sight of her. The one who slashed his face with a blade and took his eye. The one who made him look like this, the one who made him hideous to look at. How can someone so beautiful be the source of all his pain?

Aemond scans her carefully during supper, as she grins and smirks when a roasted pig is placed before him. He slams his fist on the table and takes his goblet, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He raises his goblet, starting a toast.

"A final tribute," he starts. "To the health of my nephews and niece, Jace, Lyssaera, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, beautiful, wise..." he pauses as he purses his lip.

"strong," he continued, mockery behind his voice.

"Aemond" the queen calls out to him.

"Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong-" he said, but was cut off by Jacaerys.

"I dare you say that again." Jacaerys taunted.

"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" The whole table gasped when Jacaerys took his fist to Aemond's face. Lyssaera stood up, but Aegon crashed her head on the table, making Alicent shout at him.

"Enough!" Alicent shouts. Aemond chuckled as the guards restrained Jacaerys. "Why would you say such a thing in front of these people?" Alicent rushed to Aemond. "I was nearly expressing how proud I am of my family mother, but it seems my nephew and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond said.

"You fucking cunt! Let go of me!" Lyssaera shouts at Aegon, who is still holding her down. Aegon scoffs and releases Lyssaera. Once Aegon released his hold on her, she slapped Aemond on the face.

"Lyssaera!" Daemon shouted, making his way to his stepdaughter. Lyssaera made a mistake looking back at him. Aemond took his blade from the knife holster attached to the belt on his waist as held her neck, choking her.

"Aemond let her go!" Alicent and Rhaenyra shouted. Aemond did not hesitate swiftly slicing Lyssaera's cheek, making her scream in pain. Aemond was pulled away by his grandfather, just as Lyssaera was caught by Daemon. Lyssaera's screams filled the whole dining hall. Blood was running down her neck, arms, and to her dress. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys rushed towards Lyssaera as she was crying in pain. The salt in her tears touched her sliced skin. Daemon stood in front of his family and Aemond.

"Painful isn't it? This seems all too familiar, don't you agree? Look at yourself, we are now both terrifying to look at. Scarred for a lifetime. No men or lords will wed you in that condition. No man will wed a woman like you, a woman with a hideous scar on her face." Aemond hissed, anger evident in his voice. He didn't care about the angry eyes on him. At the moment, all he cared about was her. The way she was looking at him. The hatred and pain in her eyes. Aemond looked at the sliced skin, the slice running from the upper point of her cheek to her upper lip, it was deep, deep enough to leave an ugly scar. A scar that will remind her of him.

That late in the night, Lyssaera's wails filled the Red Keep as well as Aemond's ears. He cringes as he recalls the night when Lyssaera took his eye. That night, while the maesters were stitching up his eye and skin, he cried out in agony. Guilt consumes him as he considers how he ruined her dangerously beautiful yet angelic face. A beauty for which any man would die for. A beauty for which any man would fight for. But Aemond is not simply a man, because men do not ride dragons. And with this, he would not let any low life man pursue his Lyssaera. He smirks at the thought that no man would wed her because of the scar he carved out on her face. A scar that will remind every living person that Lyssaera Velaryon was his and only his.

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[omoriisstruggling]

WHO IS THIS??? WHO ARE UOU???? WHO TAINTED MY WIFE ???

[frogayyyy]

first kiss + hesitation + ‘not like this’

good omens s2e6 ‘every day’ // star trek: the wrath of khan

[genshinimpactresources]

Genshin Impact | Version 5.0 Genius Invokation TCG | Other Cards

[attex]

sulfur am i right (belongs to @twisting-roads)

[worstloki]

Fortesa Latifi, We Were Young

[volitioncheck]

i think i wouldn’t hate disco elysium’s collage mode nearly as much if it weren’t for 1) the way that it was marketed in such a tasteless, soulless manner, let alone the fact that it was a last ditch distraction from a dead on its feet studio piloted by dumbass thieving execs and released on the day of the court declaration, and 2) those dumbass fucking stickers

like if it had been included with the base game from the start and had been titled something a bit more tasteful and in-line with how i would have liked the feature to be marketed as— something like “exploration mode”, something that perhaps could only be unlocked after completing the game for the first time, AND didn’t have those stupid as hell visually and tonally incongruent with the artstyle stickers, i would have applauded it as a nice little bonus for being able to study and appreciate the 3d models and environments for reference.

[thiagodasilva]

can we stop using what Vini Jr is going through as a way to say “get him to the premier league!”? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding. the racism in Spain is similar to the racism in England, in Germany, in Italy, across Europe. The racism POC athletes experience is a global issue, and has been for a long, long time. no one is free of it.

We can criticize what La Liga is doing without trying to make it some sort of competition between leagues, it’s childish and demeaning to the bigger issue at hand. It’s not about “my favorite league is better than yours” or “come to my club, it won’t happen here.” fucking grow up.

[yovrstruly00]

tainted faces | part 3

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part one

tainted faces | part two

tainted faces | part four

A/N: sorry it took me a few days before updating! signal is shit.

trigger warning: violence (slapping), incest

genre: angst? enemies to lovers

Jacaerys was restless, pacing around. Lyssaera is behind him, picking at her nails as she bites the inside of her cheek. 

"I want to murder him. I shall put his head on a spike-"

"And be known as a kinslayer? Are you a fool?" Rhaenyra blurted out, interrupting her oldest son. "It is not a smart choice to start a war. The Greens will take over Driftmark and strip all of our birthrights, like what they did to me. Aemond will take what is rightfully ours."

"Then you suggest that we send Lyssaera away rather than fight for her," Jacaerys said through gritted teeth.

"Know your place boy. You shall never speak to your mother like that again. Get out, the both of you." Daemon commanded. Lyssaera and Jacaerys glanced at each other before exiting the hall with heavy footsteps, leaving their mother and uncle in the meeting hall. 

"Are you a fool Rhaenyra? Giving her away is like sending in a pig for slaughter!" Daemon exclaimed. He walked towards Rhaenyra as he leaned on the painted table. Daemon was never the best at showing his affection, but with his actions, Rhaenyra knew that Daemon cared for Lyssaera as if she was his own daughter.

"If we do this, there will be no bloodshed. This is for her legitimacy as an heir, and the children she will bear." Rhaenyra explained as she reached out for Daemon’s hand, but Daemon pulled her in harshly making Rhaenyra trip over her own foot. Daemon’s deadpan eyes stared into Rhaenyra’s eyes.

"The absolute spitting image of my brother, a coward." Daemon sneered, making Rhaenyra slap him. She forced herself out of Daemon’s grip as she dusted the skirts of her gown. Giving him a spiteful look before walking away. 

Lyssaera was sobbing. She never felt so betrayed, what hurt her more is that she felt like her own mother was betraying her. She felt Jace embracing her, and she leaned her head on his chest as she cried.

"I swore to you sister. I’ll never let anything terrible happen to you."

"But Driftmark." She sobbed into his chest.

"Who in the Seven Hells care about Driftmark? I’ll give you King’s Landing and Dragonstone if that's what you want sister. Behead and kill all those who oppose." He chuckled, hoping to ease her cries and pain.

"You’ve been a doting brother Jace, but it is not the time to make childish promises. What must I do?" Lyssaera expressed as she wiped her tears with the cuffs of her gown.

"Lyssa, Driftmark is yours." Jacaerys reassured. She took a quick step back, narrowing her eyes, and stared at her brother.

"We are bastards! Chocolate brown locks? Dark amber eyes? Do you think that any living or dead Velaryons and Targaryens possess these traits? We do not possess platinum-colored locks nor lilac eyes like the rest of them. We are the bastards of Harwin Strong! Do you think I do not notice it? Servants and maids whispering and staring at us? They question my legitimacy because I am tainted with Ser Harwin’s blood, as are you! And you are the heir to the Iron Throne! But that does not make you and I different. We both know it brother, do not even deny it." Lyssaera exhaled. Jacaerys did not know what to say making him look away from her sister. He clenched his jaw and sighed, taking both of Lyssaera’s arms to hold her. He leveled his face with hers and gave her a reassuring smile.

"They may call us bastards, they may call us Strongs, but when the lords and men see us on dragonback they will know that as a lie. Only Targaryens ride dragons, sister. Remember that from now on." Jacaerys responded as he leaned his forehead on hers.

"I shall proceed to my quarters. I wish to be alone, brother." Lyssaera was numb. She felt cold as she was walking to her quarters. It felt as if the world was shutting her out. She fell to her feet once she closed the doors of her quarters. Hiccuped breathing as she rocked herself. She didn't know how to calm herself down.

⎯⎯

It was dead of the night already, yet she was still up and awake in her quarters. Her eyes are puffy and her face red. She refused to eat supper with her family. Jacaerys was worried, especially Rhaenyra, but they ought to give her the space she needs. She paced around her room. She despises herself for even thinking about it. But for her family, she’d do everything.

She does not really care about her legitimacy or birthright, but what choice does she have? Knowing what should be done, she grabbed a book and tore a page. She grabbed her quill and dipped it in dark ink. Tears flow as she writes on the torn parchment. She folded it and left it on her bed.

She did not bother tidying herself. She grabbed her cloak and hung it over her shoulder. She pushed the gigantic portrait on her wall, revealing a hidden passageway. She tried her best to muffle her cries.

She walked through the sands in the dead of the cold night. She was shivering. She can hear Arrax growling. She rushed towards the beast and stroked its chest to calm it down.

"Iksan sȳz valītsos, lykiri Arrax lykiri, dohaeris Arrax."

'I am fine boy. Calm down, calm down. Serve me, Arrax'

She shushed Arrax as she saddled up on the beast.

"Soves"

'Fly'

Arrax stretched its wings and stomped its feet. Roaring as the beast soared towards the dark skies. She worries about her family. She thought about Jacaerys at the last minute. She sobbed her eyes out, the brutal wind and rain pelting her face. She cried out to the gods as Arrax glided through the cold raging night skies, as if it was one with her.

⎯⎯

The knock on Aemond Targaryen's door jolted him awake. He groans and shifts before sitting up.

"My Prince, Queen Alicent, has requested your presence in the Great Hall." A knight informed him urgently. Without a second thought, Aemond hurried to the Great Hall. 

His eyes widened at the sight before him. Lyssaera Velaryon was soaked, kneeling on the ground. He huffed in disbelief, unable to move, and was speechless. His heart was pounding inside his chest. It was almost dawn. He bit his tongue to see if he was dreaming. She was in a weak state. She looked at Alicent and then at Aemond. She looked at him with intent in her eyes. Lyssaera was shivering and pale, her eyes deep, and her lips quivering. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"Iksan kesīr sir. Take me as your wife, Aemond."

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@estarion: open up as wide as you can

    Aaaaaah  ~    She  saw  Astarion  with  a  basket  of  fruit  earlier,  and  by  the  gods,  did  she  grave  some  grapes   !    Mouth  open  wide  wide  wide,  like  some  baby-bird  close  to  starvation.  (  Please  let  it  be  a  grape  )  .

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

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[lanaevyssmoved]

lae'zel is so attractive. sometimes i struggle looking at her cuz it's like. ough .................. alien space lizard woman..............pls stab me with ur greatsword

[loadinghellsing]

what is your least favorite thing about anderson 😈

the fact he doesn't wear socks.

There's "I don't give a fuck" energy, and then there's "fight genetically enhanced gun weilding Dracula in loafers without socks" energy.

This man seriously rolled out of bed, did the bare fuckin minimum. And said “yep. I can defeat the horrors like this”.

Edit: THAT'S PRESUMING HE CLEARED THE BOOKS FROM HIS BED AND DIDN'T JUST STAY UP ALL NIGHT READING

[bleaksqueak]

I haven't been online most all day, and now I log in to see AI generated junk on the promotion radar. Ew.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Okay I thought I was done but apparently I'm not. I need to talk more about this banter you can get during the Legacy DLC between Aveline and Warden Carver because it makes me want to scream.

Aveline: I'm glad you found a place with the Wardens. Carver: Well, it's not the city guard, but it'll do. Aveline: Carver... it wasn't the place for you. Carver: No, it's all right. It is. It cost a lot, but I get it. I really was a bit of a tit those days, wasn't I? Aveline: Well...

In my last post, I talked about how Aveline had no place telling the guard to refuse Carver's application, regardless of if he was "right" for the job or not. But I believe he would've made a great guard, and getting that job not only would've provided for him and his family during a desperate time, but would've prevented him from either fate of becoming a warden or a templar. He was unfairly robbed of a chance to prove himself because Aveline believed he wasn't right for the guard.

This is one of the banters I brought up but didn't go too in depth about. At this point, it's been between 3-6 years since Act 1, depending on if you decided to do Legacy in Act 2 or Act 3, and every line here is important.

Carver's response to Aveline saying she's glad he "found a place" with the wardens is so telling. Not being accepted by the guard is still on his mind after all this time. He wouldn't bring it up if it didn't still bother him, and implies that he still would've preferred the guard over the wardens.

Which... yeah. Listen, I'm a dedicated "Carver joins the Grey Warden" player. I don't like leaving him behind to become a templar, and I certainly don't like him dying. For me, the Grey Wardens are the best outcome he has. It’s where he seems the happiest and finds the most fulfilment, and it fits well with how I play my Hawke. But it obviously has some tragic issues.

Like the fact that becoming a Grey Warden only delayed his inevitable death within the Deep Roads. Eventually his Calling will come, and Carver will go back down there and fight until the darkspawn eventually kill him. I'm sure that's not traumatic to think about given he was a soldier at Ostagar and then watched Bethany die at the hands of an ogre. Oh, and there's the whole nightmares and voices thing.

Carver didn't choose this life for himself. It was either this or death, but a "what if?" still lingers in his mind about the city guard.

Something Aveline ruined for him.

And continues to ruin.

Aveline: Carver... it wasn't the place for you.

You hear that? In the distance? That's me screaming.

I must reiterate; what makes Aveline believe it's her place to tell Carver whether or not the city guard was right for him? Why did she think she should get a say in whether or not the guard takes him? What's made it HER call?

And still, after all this time has passed, she believes it wasn't right for him and she's unwilling to consider otherwise. Maker forbid she do some reflection and question if she was in the right for interfering at all, too!

Carver is standing right there before her, proving everything she said about him wrong, and she just doubles down. There's no reason to say this to him unless she's trying to remind him of his place; he's a Grey Warden, and she's Guard-Captain of Kirkwall's city guard. But c'mon, Aveline, he's hardly a threat to your precious guard anymore given the whole dedication to killing darkspawn thing he has now.

Maybe if you paid more attention to the threats within your guard, Kirkwall would be a safer place with less murder going around? Just saying!

But isn't that how it's always been? Aveline putting him in his place, making sure Carver remembers she's always outranked him?

Carver: Did you approve my application? Aveline: I can't make you a guard, Carver. Carver: We were both soldiers. Why won't they take me? Aveline: I was an officer. And I follow orders. Carver: [laughs] No you don't. Aveline: I also think of others before myself. You seem tired of that, and that's dangerous. Carver: Just when it's not my choice. You told them not to take me, didn't you? Aveline: Yes.

That he should remember who he's talking to?

Carver: I'm surprised you still travel with us, Aveline. Aveline: Carver, don't. Carver: You're ever so busy with the guardsmen. It must be a burden to slum with the refugees. Aveline: It's oddly comforting that you insult me like I'm family. Carver: That wasn't... no, I didn't mean that. Aveline: I know. But you should be glad that's how I took it.

That she's in charge?

Aveline: Your form's sloppy, Carver. Stiffen up or the darkspawn will take your blade. Carver: Right. I'll keep that in mind. Aveline: And you're angry, why? Carver: You didn't fare any better than I did the last time we faced darkspawn. Aveline: If they take your blade, people die. That's not happening again. Stiffen up. Carver: Yes ma'am.

Oh, and she used to spy on him [and Hawke].

Aveline: I don't like some of the people you've been associating with, Carver. Carver: Talk to my brother/sister. He/She's the one in charge. Aveline:  Maybe, but I know you get around. This city's full of people who are dead set on ending badly. I don't want to see you end up the same way. Carver: Would asking you to stop spying on me help in the least? Aveline: No.

That's their banter.

But sure, she's glad he found a place in the wardens. I don't think she's being ingenuine when she says that, but I think it's a little more complicated than a mere "congrats on doing well, I knew you could do it."

But Carver's response? Oh Maker's ass. It actually hurts me.

Carver: No, it's all right. It is. It cost a lot, but I get it. I really was a bit of a tit those days, wasn't I? Aveline: Well...

I... what can I even say?

He accepts it, but you can tell it hurts to do so. It DID cost a lot. More than Aveline will ever understand. And it doesn't matter now! He can't become a guard now anyway, so what would be the point in him disagreeing with her? Carver acts as the bigger person here because he does get it, even if Aveline doesn't.

But it's that last part... that last damn part... Don't be alarmed, that screaming you hear is still me.

Here's the deal; Carver acknowledges that he could be an ass back in Act 1. Hell, he acknowledges it IN Act 1. For example, when you talk to him after finding your grandfather's will, he's an ass to you about Bethany no matter what you say.

But y'know what? You can be the biggest piece of shit to him and have Hawke literally call him a "lazy brat with a chip on his shoulder," and Carver will still be the one to be apologetic for what he said and attempt to explain his feelings.

"Brother/Sister... I feel... I don't know. It's like Mother taking things out on us. She was just scared. I don't have a place in the life she's trying to bring back…"

Carver can be an ass, but he's aware of that and actively tries to change his behavior. If you bring him and Fenris with you on the Mark of the Assassin DLC, there's a moment where Carver says, "You still don't like me? I've tried to change." And if you bring Varric, he once again acknowledges that he used to be an ass.

BUT... that being said. If you don't remember, "I really was a bit of a tit those days, wasn't I?" is referencing back to this conversation in the barracks of Act 1:

Hawke: This must be a very different pace from serving King Cailan. Aveline: It's just one more change, though. The real end for me was Ostagar. What about you Carver? You were there. Do you feel something similar? Carver: No. Aveline: All right, then. Bit of a tit, your brother.

Now, I've already expressed my beef with Aveline over insulting Carver in the middle of the barracks just because he doesn't agree with her view point on Ostagar... but consider the fact that Carver says nothing. He just lets her insult him without a complaint! Carver Hawke, who tends to complain! And he says nothing!

Not only that, but he actually internalized that insult enough that years later he's able to repeat it back to Aveline word for word, and all she has to say is, "Well..."

This isn't the same thing as him reflecting on his past behavior and acknowledging his flaws. This is Carver accepting a snide jab Aveline made that hurt him because apparently he was wrong for not wanting to discuss any trauma Ostagar left him with as openly as she does.

Oh, and don't forget that any other companion you brought along dogpiles on, too!

Carver: No, it's all right. It is. It cost a lot, but I get it. I really was a bit of a tit those days, wasn't I? Aveline: Well... Varric: No shit. Fenris: Insufferable. Isabela: Legendary. Anders: Maker, yes. Sebastian: I've heard as much. [If Hawke has a humorous/charming personality] Hawke: Spoiled, annoying, thick-headed, brattish little nitwit of a... oh, have we stopped?

Y'all ever wonder why he's so on edge or hostile with the other companions?

Also, I have to point out that Merrill is the only companion who doesn't say anything in agreement if she's there. In fact, across all their banter, Merrill's never been rude or insulting toward him. All she does is ask him if he's talking dirty to her and compliments him on what a great sworder he is. It's pretty obvious why Carver develops a crush on her, c'mon.

But to wrap this up-

This banter strikes a nerve due to how telling it is about both characters involved.

Carver has grown and done what he can to improve himself, but there's regret that lingers, a longing for a better life he could've had if given a chance. Maybe he would've failed, maybe he would've succeeded. But there's nothing he can do now, so he looks forward, just as he's always wanted to do. He's a damn good Grey Warden who wants to do right.

Aveline remains stagnant. She hasn't changed, nor has she improved, and maybe she would if she could figure out how to dislodge her head from her own ass. She still believes she was in the right to tell the guard not to accept Carver's application despite knowing the Hawke's were desperate and that Fereldan refugees couldn't find work. She knew Carver's a skilled soldier who fought at Ostagar just as she did. The guard wasn't the place for him so she's in the right to deny him any chance. Aveline knows best.

And y'know what, I think all I have left to say is...

Fine, Aveline. You're right. It wasn't the place for him.

Carver was too good for your city guard.