#verse ✧ the dragon prince.

[serabellyms]

PLOTTED STARTER !     ⤷ @magemade ✧ callum.

The last few nights had been nights full of nothing but restlessness for Rayla. Ever since coming back from Umber Tor, visiting the Storm Spire again... All she could see when she closed her eyes were the horrible images that plagued her. And to make matters worse, new ones had surfaced. Ones she didn't want to see, to experience... or to even think about.

She knew why. It had been that... ridiculous request Callum had made of her. Well, ridiculous was putting it mildly; she'd called it that because she couldn't bring herself to admit the truth about it: that what he'd asked her to do was the one thing she couldn't do. Not him, not in a million years.

Rayla knew she'd give up her own life before she could ever fulfill that request.

Unfortunately... those sleepless nights had started to catch up to her. She knew if she didn't get at least a bit of sleep, she was going to regret it, and people were going to start asking questions... and knowing Callum, he'd be at the front of that line. Distant as they'd been, and as much as he'd kept her at arm's length, she knew he'd be the first to catch on. So, she did the only thing she knew she could: find a place of comfort, with lots of moonlight, and hope that she at least got enough sleep to function tomorrow.

She knew exactly the place. Callum wasn't in his office, thankfully; she didn't want to know what he'd think if he saw her sleeping in such a strange place. With one deep breath to steel herself, Rayla pulled herself up into the window, satisfied that she was out of sight enough that even if someone walked in, she wouldn't be immediately seen. Her sitting on a window sill wasn't out of the ordinary, but sleeping on one? The less questions she had to answer about that one, the better.

Settling herself as comfortably as she could, she tossed her cloak over herself like a blanket, settling down. Was it comfortable? Absolutely not. Was it the worst place she'd slept? Definitely not. At least up in the window, she didn't have to worry about ambushes or wild animals; the guards patrolling the castle prevented that, along with Pyrrah doing the occasional flight around from the skies.

She must have been more tired than she anticipated, as within moments, she was sound asleep; the moon was soothing enough that she was sleeping heavily, overcome with the exhaustion that days of little to no sleep had caused in her.

After a few hours, she roused awake, still feeling some of the exhaustion that plagued her; though she'd slept, most of it wasn't a restful sleep. It was then that she realized she was no longer in the window; she was laying on something soft, with a blanket tucked over her. Who would've..?

"Callum?" She croaked, sitting up as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. How long had she slept? There was light, but... no, it wasn't sunlight. She could see the faint glow along the horizon, but the majority of the light was still from the moon, so it had to be at least an hour before sunrise.

[chrisery-business]

my biggest issue with the httyd live action-and just about any live action reboot is that it seems that the live action adaptations are being made to make the original “better”? like, so many people talk about a live action spiderverse, a live action hercules, a live action PRINCE OF EGYPT (dont piss me OFF.)-like animation is a beautiful work of art, and for some reason putting real people and cgi in it is supposed to be an “upgrade”? im probably being that friend that’s too woke or whatever, but i just think it’s so disrespectful to act like something that takes so much time and effort and energy is immediately considered as lower because it is animated. animation is beautiful, and it is one of the most heartfelt art forms there are, and erasing that for the sake of a cash grab is downright degrading to animation as a medium.

[thought--bubble]

Upon his Brother's Table

Aemond X (Aegon's betrothed Reader)

Warnings below

Word Count: 1,748

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MDNI Banners & dividers by @arcielee

*Just a little something i put together for @queen--kenobi 's table sex event. I had to contribute to the petty. It was too good!

Warnings: Infidelity, choking, unprotected P in V, Dub-con. Potential spoilers of future events

Aemond paces back and forth, his heels clicking against the cold stone floor in the council room, his face is flushed, and his composure is nearly gone. Not a look one would usually see on Aemond, but his patience has been pushed to the brink.

"I served him... LOYALLY!" The anger radiates off him in waves as you stay seated, quietly allowing him to vent his frustrations.

"I gave everything for his cause. Would have died for his cause. Almost did die for his cause and this ...... this is how he repays me? By taking from me that which is rightfully mine?"

You flinch as he brings his fists down harshly upon the council table.

You were speechless, shocked by this turn of events. Your betrothal to Prince Aemond at the start of the war was nothing more than a political match. A way for the crown to guarantee that your father's armies and banners would ride for King Aegon II and not the pretender Queen Rhaenyra.

When Queen Heleana perished during the war, you never thought King Aegon would then change your betrothal from his brother, the prince, to himself, though your father was elated. With the deaths of his sons, the King needed an heir, and with you as his betrothed and soon to be wife, it would be your duty to give him one. Putting your family's blood on the throne. A thought that had your father salivating but had the one-eyed prince seething.

You sat disinterested as Aemond hisses in anger, pacing the length of the council table in continuum.

"All of these things are his because of me." The amount of hatred stitched into each and every word that comes from his mouth is evident.

"The red keep is his because of me, the kingdom is his because of me, the throne is his because of me......"

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at you. His one violet eye pierces through you, causing you to stiffen in your seat.

"You are his because I dragged him from death's door and brought him here." He clenches his teeth tightly, the muscles in his jaw flexing with the tension.

"And he sees fit to take you from me? As if I lost nothing fighting this war in his name!" He stalks toward you, pulling you up to your feet by the thin material of the front of your dress.

"My prince!" You squeak out in shock at his brazen move.

"I will have what is mine." With a growl, he lifts and tosses you on the table. Papers and other random items scatter to the floor as he climbs up onto the table, hovering above you.

"Your maidenhead was promised to me." He shuffles the layers of your dress up to your hips hurriedly as you lay still beneath him.

You know you should scream, kick, tell him to stop, but a type of morbid curiosity keeps you silent. Your eyes follow his fingers. Making a mental log of each movement they make from rucking up your skirts to the quick movement of curling around your small clothes and the subsequent tug of the material down your legs.

"Will you not try and stop me then?" He huffs as his grip tightens around the flesh of your thighs.

"I believe you are a good man, Prince Aemond. I do not believe you will go through with this. Thus, there is no need to fight. " You portray confidence in your words, only the slight tremble in your legs gives away your nervousness, yet the clever Prince Aemond is never one to miss signs such as these, no matter how subtle.

He smirks, it would be beautiful if it weren’t so condescending.

"Then you are more of a fool than I took you to be," he pulls your thighs up around him, resting one on each side of his hips while he leans back on his haunches.

"I am going to take you, my lady. Right here upon my brother's table." He lifts one hand from your thigh and slides it against the sleek treated wood of the table beneath you. "The table that is his only due to my own efforts."

He brings one hand to the laces of his breeches, skillfully taking apart the small knot, keeping them closed and tight to his lithe frame. His other hand remains on your thigh, intermittently squeezing at the soft flesh there.

He grunts quietly as he frees his cock from its confines, slowly pumping himself to full hardness.

"I will not be gentle, so I advise you to hold on."

He reaches down to your heat with his free hand, rubbing your clit with his thumb in rough circles.

You can't help but release a small gasp at his touch.  As your brain was telling you to stop this, to make him stop, your body was betraying you.

Your back arched up off the hard table beneath you, your hips canting into his rough touch.

"We...... should not. " You finally huff out between wanton sighs.

"But we shall," he growls back, removing his hand from your heat and gripping your hips tight, slightly lifting your bottom half from the table and into his lap.

Your eyes slightly roll back when you feel him press the fat, throbbing tip of his cock against your entrance.

"You mustn't!" Even as you say this, you make no moves to get away from him, even as you feel him continue to push into you, splitting you apart in a way that is painful yet satisfying.

"Oh, but I must," he says through gritted teeth, pushing himself further into your clenching tunnel. "A point must be made."

He lets out a low growl as he bottoms out, stilling inside of you. You take this as a small gesture of kindness. He must not want to hurt you. That is, at the very least, a good sign.

As the pain starts to subside and is replaced by an overwhelming feeling of fullness, you move your hips, and he chuckles.

"Ahh, I see you are ready now, my lady" he pulls his hips back his cock sliding effortlessly out from you before he pistons himself back into you, his pace growing more fervent with every thrust.

The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through the otherwise quiet space, the only other sounds being your heavy breathing and the squeaking of the table legs beneath you.

"Tell me, sweet girl," he snarls as he grips your hips tight, slamming into you harshly. "How does it feel to be fucked by the great Prince Aemond? Mighty warrior? Hmm?"

You attempt to focus your eyes on the ethereal man above you, sweet drips down his brow, and his eyes rest on the place where you are so intimately connected.

"I....... I" your words fail you. Only a stutter and moans can be heard.

Aemond licks his thumb before bringing it against your pearl, resuming his earlier ministrations, and chuckles darkly as your legs twitch around him.

"Speechless, I see... it gladdens me to know how grateful you are, that I have allowed you such an experience" his other hand leaves your hip and slides up the length of your body until it rests upon your throat which he uses to hold you in place, thrusting into you ever harder.

Your legs clench around him tightly as a pressure builds in your lower stomach, as unfamiliar as the feeling is you find the stronger it gets, the more desperate you become clawing at the prince attempting to bring him closer to you, to feel more of him on your skin.

"Aweeee," he coos, "and now you beg for me? How darling." His condescending smirk returns as his thrusts get harsher, and the grip around your throat tightens.

"Now thank me," he demands, his hips moving faster and that coiling in your stomach reaching a fever pitch.

"T-thank you!" As the words leave your lips, the coil snaps, and your entire body tenses.

Your back arches off the table as if you are being lifted by something unseen, and the control you have over your own body has been snatched away from you.

 Aemond throws his own head back, gripping your throat tightly as he chases his own end.

"And here is yet another gift I bestow upon my ungrateful brother." his words come out as a hiss, his thrusts getting sloppier and more desperate.

He gasps loudly as his hips still pushing himself into you as far as he can possibly go.

A warmth can be felt spreading through you, a strange yet calming sensation that sees your limbs finally settle back on the hard table beneath you.

As quickly as your calmness came, it was gone, Aemond pulled himself from your body, quickly pulling up his breeches and getting off the table.

As he fixes the strings and his doublet putting everything back into place, he finds you still sprawled across the tabletop, his spend dripping from your abused cunt.

"You need to get up and compose yourself. Someone could enter at any minute." He says gruffly while tossing your small clothes onto your stomach.

You sit at the edge of the table and slide the fabric back up your legs covering the sticky mess he had left behind.

When he was confident you looked presentable, he took a few quick strides toward the council room doors, no doubt making a hasty exit.

"What was the final gift?" The words flew from your mouth before you had a chance to think it through.

"Come again?" He turns back to look at you, his one violet eye meets yours. You see no guilt, no pride, no anger. Indifference is what it looked like. He had returned to that emotionless stoic prince you had seen haunting the halls of the red keep like a specter.

"You said earlier. That you were bestowing yet another gift upon your brother. What was the gift?"

He chuckles again, a smile that actually reaches his eyes.

"An heir, planted in your womb this day, to sit upon the throne I won him." He doesn't wait for any further response from you and opens the door, escaping out into the corridor and disappearing from sight.

Leaving you alone and visibly shaken. Your body is held up only by leaning on your arm that rests upon his brother's table.

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[bramb]

Grid that took too long to make, featuring my fictional crushes 🥵😏😼

[ana-cantskywalker]

Gotta say he was the sun, she was the moon/ he was sunshine she was midnight rain is my favorite ship dynamic

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

“catra is a complex poc” fuck that. here are some ACTUAL poc animated characters who are just as, if not more complex than catra. (pt. 2)

mako (the legend of korra) • mixed (japanese and chinese)

min-gi park (infinity train) • korean-canadian

zuko (avatar the last airbender) • japanese

caitlyn kiramman (arcane) • bi-racial (east asian and presumably scottish)

miles morales (spiderverse) • puerto rican, afro-latino

amaya (the dragon prince) • east asian (ambiguous)

marshal lee (fionna and cake) • half-black (technically, marceline is black too but i figured marshal would be considered better representation)

carmen sandiego (carmen sandiego) • hispanic (argentinean-mexican)

toph (avatar the last airbender) • chinese

callum (the dragon prince) • half asian (ambiguous)

[stuck-in-jelly]

Obsessed with how Claudia and Soren view magic.

Claudia views magic as something amazing and special, even dark magic despite having to ‘harvest’ from living creatures in order to use it. Because in the end how could something that helps her friends and family be bad? How could something that saved an entire kingdom from starvation be evil?

Soren meanwhile doesn’t care about dark magic vs primal magic. In his eyes Dark magic can be used for immense good just as much as Primal magic can be used for horrific evils. At the end of the day all magic has ever done is divide people and cause years of suffering.

But they are both such hypocrites (affectionate).

Claudia views dark magic as a gift, something to take pride in having. But when she is finally broken down she reflects back she feels disgusted at herself for viewing living creatures as parts. Then when pushed into a dangerous situation she cried out “Don’t make me! Don’t make me do dark magic!”

Soren believes the world would be better without magic at all. Yet he turned to it, he looked his father in his eyes and said “You have your other way! Dark magic.” Not caring that Viren explained the original spell was a primal spell and the new spell would require a terrible sacrifice.

[honestlyobsessed]

*ahem* let's see here... we got:

-Season 6 of Dragon Prince -Season 2B of Ninjago Dragons rising -The Mutant Mayhem series -Anything from ROTTMNT -The book of Bill -The next episode of Kaiju no. 8 -The next volume of Clock Striker -The next Misfit Mansion book -Hazbin Hotel season 2 -Murder Drones episode 8 (and possibly season 2) -Spider man: beyond the spider verse part 2 -The next Welcome home update -the next TADC episode -the next helluva boss episode

[rayla-writes-rpf-verse]

Sold!

by redscarffan31

Last night was my last night in the Silvergrove. This is the last time I’ll wake up here in my own bed because— I’ve been sold to the High Mage of Katolis. Ugh.

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[jynxlynx]

Aemond's wedding dress in Three Headed Dragon

Full disclosure: this is an ai image created for my benefit as a writer to provide a visual to my readers. This is not to be used for any sort of monetary gain.

If you are curious about the fic this image is made for, click here.

[serabellyms]

“ you are half my soul. “     ⤷ @mythunderlegion ✧ callum.

Ever since they’d been back, Rayla hadn’t been able to sleep. If she did, it was for no more than ten to twenty minutes before she’d snapped back awake, cursing at herself. She’d paced back and forth outside the outer door of Callum’s office three times before he opened it, and even as she tried to feign innocence, he called her out on it. It wasn’t like it was the third time this week she’d done that, or anything…

But when she asked how he’d figured it out, that was his only answer. He could be so cryptic sometimes, even if at the moment, she knew exactly what he was saying. She hadn’t even bothered to ask why he was awake; she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“I know I was—am,” she admitted quietly. She knew how Callum had felt, and the way he’d rebuffed her when she first came back… well, she knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. After what she’d done, she deserved his anger; she wouldn’t have been surprised if he hated her for that. The tension between them was palpable, even if they’d done their best to keep it personal and avoid it interfering with their goals. After all, there was no reason to let that happen.

But now, back at the castle, having moved Aaravos’ prison… maybe now was the time they needed to talk. She’d yet to tell him why she’d asked about the coins; she’d been afraid to, knowing that if she did, it was a fate that could possibly await him. And who was to say Callum wouldn’t try to help? If dark magic made the coins, then it was likely dark magic that would pull them out of the coins. She couldn’t have him help with something like that. Not with the way dark magic gave Aaravos a hold over him. Even still, he’d nearly used it to save her against Finnegrin, and that had scared her even more.

But how could she admit that to Callum? How could she admit to him that what she’d asked him to do wasn’t something she’d ever be capable of? Killing him, if Aaravos got control of him? No. She could never do it. She’d been toiling with that knowledge ever since, he’d asked. With them having come so close to his prison, she was beginning to wonder if that was going to affect Callum.

[wowwhatafunnyusername]

hey! I go by daffy (like the duck) online, i’m 18, a lesbian, and an artist

i’d love to have some art moots but i’m not really sure what the etiquette around that is so if you want to be moots just ask

feel free to send asks about basically anything. I don’t bite and i’d love to answer them

I love music of any genre please recommend me bands

also if you’re able to guess the main song I listened to while working on a drawing i’ll take a drawing request from you. no specific guidelines for it, just family friendly and not morally gross

I mainly post fanart but every once in a while I might post a self portrait or something.

you can find my art under #what a funny artwork

random text posts under #yapping

and any fundraisers I reblog under #donate

i’m in a shit ton of fandoms so don’t expect a ton of consistency but in general the main ones are

love bullet

creepypasta

amulet

gravity falls

the magnus archives

the magnus protocol

five nights at freddy’s

the dragon prince

red dead redemption 2

the spider-verse movies

nimona

the owl house

alien

my hero academia

undertale

arcane

there are probably some others i’m forgetting but those are the main ones

I feel like this needs more so uhhh I really like birds. like a lot. especially vultures. please someone talk with me about vultures they’re so cool

[klaus-littlestwolf]

New fic Idea…?

So I was thinking about a fic last night after a few too many drinks🤣

Aemond and his twin sister present as Omegas, something that has never before happened in Targaryen history to even one of the blood of the Dragon, let alone twins.

They are even more desperate for each other than ever before as Otto tries desperately to hide the fact of them being “weak, needy Omegas” until he can marry them off individually, which his daughter argues as strongly as she can.

He keeps them apart, only letting them close when they can be watched by guards. As everyone comes to Kings Landing to fight for the inheritance of Lord of the Tides, Aemond and Y/n come face to face with their Alpha…Alphas

Daemon and Rhaenyra defied all odds by getting married and mating despite both being Alphas though they always knew they were waiting for an Omega to call theirs. They never expected to find two Omegas, and in the last place they would have thought to look…

Does this sound good or is it too crazy?😂🤣

[punk-63]

[lil-kissy]

You see a tiny dragon before you, chewing on a random stick

@roaring-dragon-prince

Kisara's eyes widen at the site of the small black dragon, quite different from the White Dragon she knows.

Carefully she slowly approaches them with an out stretched hand.

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

HEADCANON: 𝒥𝒜𝒞𝒜𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒮

Jace is a family man 100% The man is loyal without question. He loves and is devoted to his significant other like no one else exists. He really just wants to have a family and be a dad. He loves his kids and he's been wrapped around their fingers since the day they were born.

Jace finds peace in his family, and respite from the duties of a royal life.