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[bcbliophile]

@valarmorghclis​ Alicent & Viserra ( none Queen AU)

“I almost suspect people would talk of me less if I had married your father” Alicent stood in her rooms window, looking out at the flurry of activity. She had been confined to her rooms until her father was less angry with her, but that didn’t stop either Princess from entering when they pleased and bringing her news of the outside world. Rejoining her friend she offered her a cup of tea, shocked her father still fed her with as angry as he was at her.

[shireentheunburnt]

A Friend in the Dark

The nights were growing longer and longer, and the princess could not say it saddened her. She had little fondness for the dawn after what had happened to her so very recently, and found the darkness a far safer haven than it had ever seemed to be before. Huddling in an alcove, the girl sighed to herself and hugged her shawl and precious, charred stag figurine to her chest. Better to be a touch too cold than too hot...

She did not wish to retreat to her room just yet, not wishing to face it and the nightmares waiting for her there alone; and her mother was finally asleep after taking hours to drift off so she didn’t want to disturb her now she was struggling to rest herself. And so, she had wandered the halls until her feet ached and finally settled in the dark corner she had found herself in. 

Thankfully, the patter of footsteps down the stone distracted her from her thoughts going too far into a negative spiral, and she looked around the corner, into the shadows, towards them. “Hello?” she called out softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet too much. “Who is there?”  

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[ashccra]

❛   it caught me by surprise   ❜   (from allyria) @valarmorghclis

Warm halls that reflect the light of torches, cold floors under her feet. Lady Ashara Dayne walks into the room of her younger sister with a smile on her face ---" You say so as if I scare you on purpose" A slight grin lit up her face, the curve of her smile leaving marks of young age. She sits on the verge of the bed and this one creeks under her weight, Ashara glances over her shoulder toward the open window. The birds sing songs of freedom and her eyes light up. "Mayhaps I did" she whispers, her voice as soft as silk and the dornish lady faces her sister with a slight grin, leaning forward to kiss her young sister's forehead, her hands reaching out toward the child's face, finger tracing the curve of her cheek, caressing her softly "Sweet Allyria, I never thought you were such a fragile little pup to be scared of a few noises"

[helaenaes]

@valarmorghclis:

"To accept your gift would make me unworthy to receive it." (from aunt celesse)

Her response seemed to Helaena a riddle of some sort: how could she offer Celesse the gift if accepting it made her anything less than happy? Her niece gave little indication that she understood, aside from that she didn't offer the gift again. Instead, she lowered her hands and ran pale fingertips over the familiar embroidery. It was a coronet, fashioned in anticipation of a veil (perhaps appropriate to wear to some outdoor event, like a tourney), in a velvet shade of veridian. Her mother loved to wear Hightower colors, even as a Targaryen. It was presumptuous to assume that Celesse did, too, although it certainly would complement the colors of House Tyrell. She had been sure to incorporated golds and mustards in the form of delicate moths alight jeweled flowers. Perhaps her mother would wear it, although it was more likely to sit in a wardrobe in favor of finer things.

"Shall we have a walk then? You can tell me how our gardens compare."

[breakbcnes]

It hadn't been long since he'd been sent away, only seeing Joffrey for a few days since he'd been welcomed into this world. And already he had felt like ages had passed since he held his third born in his arms. He hoped, as he prepared for the evening in Harrenhal, that he would one day see his sons and Rhaenyra again. However, he had a feeling it would all be different. Hells, he knew it would be. It had to be for the sake of their children. Still as he got about reading for the evening to turn in, something caught his attention. It was the faint smell of smoke, making him turn towards his fireplace only to see it was put out for the night. Attention shifted to look around the room, seeing no sign of a fire inside made him move to the door and the hall. Opening the door, it was there the heat and smoke hit him. Harrenhal was on fire.

Scrambling, Harwin ran towards his father's chambers to see if he was alright. But he found the door wouldn't budge as he yelled for Lyonel. His father came to the door, attempting to open it on his side but facing the same luck as his son. "Go! Run! Get out of here while you can! Find some help, Harwin!" He hears his father yell through the door. "I won't leave you!" His ever loyal son shouts back. "As your father and lord, I command it! Now go!" Harwin hears, staying at the door a few moments before he hears the floor above him creek. His sign to run. And so he does, narrowly missing the floor above collapse where he'd been standing. But in his panic he receives a burn at his side, hand moving to cover it as he moves through the smoke filled halls shouting for help.

@breakbcnes and i plotted thread with viserra.

After visiting her newborn nephew and her exhausted older sister, viserra left the chambers and made her way to her own chambers, when someone bumped into her. “Im so sorry, your grace.” it was eyme strong, her sister’s handmaiden as well the lord commander’s sister. 

“Thats alright, eyme.” viserra reassured the handmaiden, giving her a small smile, but it faltered when she saw the concern look in her eyes. “Eyme, is everything alright?” eyme hesisted before voicing her concerns about her father and brother, telling her that something isn’t right. “I would have gone to your sister, but,” eyme trailed off. 

“She is still weak.” viserra finished eyme’s sentence, before nodding her head. “And sensing how concerned you are, i will take a carriage to the dragon pit and fly on gaelithox back.”

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

get to know the mun meme

name / nickname(s):  Venus pronouns:  she/her/hers active blogs: all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone (main rp blog) fantasybewritten (writing blog)

watching and / or reading rn: Currently re-watching modern family, not currently reading anything ideal superpower: Invisibility. animal you would want to be turned into: A cat.

fictional character you would most like to meet irl: Troy Otto (I would probably be scared and it would not end well but I have so many questions) book/show/movie you loved as a kid and still love today: Tolkien, Narnia book/show/movie you think is underappreciated:  TV show: Cursed, or Medici. Book: Poison. Movie: Star Wars Episode 2

favorite thing to do on a rainy day: Curl up with something warm to drink and read or watch something favorite season: Spring. favorite holiday: Thanksgiving

star wars or star trek: Star Wars marvel or dc: Marvel. parks and rec or the office: The Office

favorite superhero: Hawkeye favorite disney princess: Aurora

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[amaidasfairassummer]

what kind of touch do you possess?

stimulating touch

you are an intense feeling that energizes others. you feel it throughout your body, oozing out of your fingertips. you're the bustling subway stations, the final goal that wins the game, and the tilting point of going down a rollercoaster. you're keep the group on their toes and always suggest new and exciting things to do. everyone loves the energy you bring and your eyes that seem to light up and brighten the room. you hate doing the same things everyday and completing monotonous chores. keeping moving and active is how you feel alive. after all, what's the point of living life if you cant enjoy it to its fullest?

https://uquiz.com/quiz/OZxyF2/what-kind-of-touch-do-you-possess

Tagged by: @notenoughmuses

Tagging: @silvcrignis @dcrilaros @legends-and-savages @oficecndfyre @westerosiqueens @ser-brienneoftarth @fantasywritten @thescaledqueen @valarmorghclis

[breakbcnes]

@valarmorghclis​ ➞ plotted starter for Aena

Healing took its time, the survival unexpected by many, but he truly lived up to his house name during that time. He was strong, in more ways than one, having worked his way to full health. He was Lord of Harrenhal now, elevated to head of house with the death of his father. A man he couldn’t save but wished he could every waking day. Still unsure of who or what set the castle aflame, his mind wandered to his family. And with him being fully healed, Harwin knew he had unfinished business to handle. He had to return to them, be there for him when they no doubt worried he would not survive. Gathering his belongings, he placed his great uncle as the castellan in his absence. And when all was ready, he rode for Dragonstone. 

He rode until he grew tired, unable to ride for much longer and eventually taking his rest. After several days of travel, the impressive structure stood in his sight. Jaw tensing and swallowing thickly, Harwin made his way up the bridge, escorted by the men who swore to protect the princess and her family. It was good to see she was still under such care in his absence. They knew who he was, no doubt announcing his arrival before he even reached he door. And when he did? The sight that greeted him brought a soft smile to his lips. “Aena, princess.” He says giving a small dip of his head. “It is good to see you again.” He was containing himself sure, but his heart swelled at the sighting of his daughter. 

[dentlaus]

@valarmorghclis clicked the ♡ for Barra

"---sorry but I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

[bigdealeightseven-a]

@valarmorghclis

“Whatever either mother or father want of me, I do not care.” Finn murmured, turning over to go back to sleep. All the prince wanted was to sleep the day away and not be bothered to do whatever courtly things people wanted him to do.

[defensorvita]

The salt water flooded into Mei’s throat as she gasped in shock as the icy water engulfed her. The world had become dark except for the flashes of bright lightning that only confused her as to which way was the surface. The storm had come suddenly and hit the Yi-Ti ships hard, battering them against the rocks of the coastline. She had been thrown from the boat, unaware of how what had become of the others and even how long she had been under the water for, only knowing that her senses were becoming dim and soon her vision faded to black.

She hit a hard surface, her head bouncing as it hit it, pain shooting through her and making her regain consciousness. She gasped suddenly, filling her lungs with much needed air and she stayed heaving and coughing for a minute before she came to her senses and looked around. She was on a ship, surrounded by many Westerosi men, though she did not know where they  from. She could see some of her soldiers also lying on the deck in the same state she was and felt a swell of relief that died quickly as she turned to her left. In front of her stood a woman, commanding and strong, the leader of her supposed saviors, she supposed, or a potential threat. In her broken common tongue, she managed to croak out, “Who are you?” 

plotted starter | @valarmorghclis

[bcbliophile]

@valarmorghclis​ Helaena & Daella

“Niece” Helaena greeted with a smile, one of the few still in the castle of Kings Landing, she had never been anything but sweet to her sister or her children. In fact she often liked them better than her older brother, but she was not allowed to say such. “Why were you not announced-- I would have come and greet you” the blonde moved to give the other woman a small hug, over the moon that she had come for a visit. “Is your mother here too?” 

[jaimelannisterthings]

A hush spread over Winterfell overnight as might a thick blanket of snow, a melancholic quiet flooding the halls and the grounds. The minutes following the clumsy boy’s tumble lingered with him, though the knight feigned quietude for the sake of dismissing Cersei’s immediately apparent disapproval. A boy could not whisper secrets once dead; the action had been a necessity.

Or, if not necessary, it had been the simplest and most permanent solution--

--that was, until the boy tragically survived. 

Though the blonde dutifully reassured the sweeter of his dearest sisters the child’s eyes would never manage to struggle open, the matter remained uncertain. If anything sparked even a hint of regret in the lion, it was that he’d not pushed more mindfully. The irritating silence wore at his patience until his eyes flickered to Lorena, voice breaking the stillness with mention of their younger brother, “Tyrion intends to visit the wall, so he tells me.”

@valarmorghclis​

[vaeycllas-archive]

❛     come  with  me  ,  i’ll  take  you  home  and  get  you  something  warm  to  drink.     ❜ (from aemiella, big sister alert)

“YES  ,  PLEASE.”  VAEYELLA  BROUGHT  a  hand  to  wipe  the  tears  from  her  eyes  ,  sniffling  a  bit.  Aemiella  had  always  been  a  comfort  to  Vaeyella  ,  someone  who  was  always  there  whenever  she  was  needed  ,  and  she  hoped  to  be  that  for  Aemiella  for  in  due  time.  “The  fireplace  seems  quite  nice  now.”

[helaenaes]

what does your heart look like?

Stolen from: @the-rogue-dragon

Tagging: @onecyed, @valarmorghclis (jeyla), @vaedar (you probably already did the thing but whatever), @devilsnare (dealer's choice), and @ironwoven (alicent)

a guiding, golden light

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

[breakbcnes]

He was doing his best, knowing how occupied their father was. Hell, he'd been there for his siblings all his life and their's. It was just a natural part of who he was, to care and protect. He also knew she understood his position, how he was, after all these years. But he can see the look she's giving him and he tenses his jaw and looks away a brief moment before returning blue-green gaze to his sister. The confirmation that she knew he was overprotective is there and he give a small glare despite knowing he fully admitted it. "I do it because I care." Something else she knew, though he takes in a breath and nods. "Right, just a small fall." He nodded, showing he understood. "I'll always care, Eyme, and I'll always be here for you when you need it. Not just because I am your brother but because I want to be."

breakbcnes​:

❝ i don’t need mothering. ❞ (from eyme)

He moves to open is mouth but then stops, closing his lips as he fully registers her words again. Harwin was the older brother, could one blame him for trying to care? No. He always would worry about his younger siblings no matter how old they all were. “Eyme,” Harwin begins, finally speaking up as he looks down at his younger sister. “I am not mothering you, I only tell you to be careful because I care.” She knew that but he also understood how he sometimes could be slightly overprotective. He saw how people treated others in all levels of the city, one couldn’t blame him for wanting to make sure his siblings did what they could to be safe. “I just heard you fell and I wanted to make sure you were okay, that you were resting.” He takes a step back. “I did not mean to be…overbearing.” Nor was he trying to guilt her for the reaction she gave him, it was more Harwin understanding his position and how he didn’t have to hover too much. 

House of the Dragon Starters | Accepting | @valarmorghclis​

Eyme watched her older brother almost in amusement. It was kinda amusing to see him opening and closing his mouth like a fish, but she was meant to be mad at him not giggle at him. Eyme crossed her arms when he began talking about him not mothering her and he is only looking out for her. 

I know that, Eyme thought to herself, but her older brother can be so overprotective, it can be overbearing at the best of times. She arched her eyebrows when he had heard her fall and only wanted to make sure she was okay. Her face faltered and gave him a small reassuring smile.

“I know that you can be overprotective.” Eyme said. “But its only a fall. The maester said I will be back on my feet by the end of the week.” Eyme informed, reaching out for him and took his hand. “But thank you for caring .” showing up she added in her thoughts.