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beyondmistland · 1 year

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Hello! I’m a fan of the Alysanne Maegor-Daughter AU!

I wanted to ask what headcanons you have about the women around Alysanne. Her mother, grandmother, ladies in waiting of the court, her Septa, Maegor’s other wives, etc. Female relationships are a bit lacking in ASOIAF. I hope Alysanne has friends.

I know GRRM took some inspiration from Henry VIII for Maegor’s wives, but sometimes it’s a little hard to see? Ceryse’s definitely Catherine of Aragon. So I imagine her to be well-educated, pious, and a have a strong bond with her daughter. With the other wives it’s a little more surface level stuff connecting them to RL figures.

I'll focus mainly on Ceryse, because she's the one I've thought about the most.

I imagine Ceryse as being highly intelligent and highly opinionated. A woman of culture and learning who can talk circles around most people, including her in-laws.

Given the fact Ceryse is ten years older than Maegor I also imagine she didn't put up with his shenanigans and made it very clear from the beginning she wasn't afraid of him, which I honestly think would have impressed him as much as it would have infuriated him. (There is no doubt in my mind Maegor would have bragged about marrying an older woman.)

Beyond that, I imagine Ceryse as being both very proud (or haughty according to Alyssa Velaryon) and very pious (or zealous again according to Alyssa Velaryon), two traits she would very much inculcate in her daughter and only child. ("You are the blood of Old Valyria AND Oldtown. Dragons bend to your will just as the Citadel and the Starry Sept bend to my father, your grandfather. Don't ever forget that, Alysanne. And don't you EVER let anyone else forget that either.")

Finally, I imagine Ceryse as being very adept when it comes to matters of etiquette and propriety (not unlike Alicent in the future). To use a description I came up with for one of the queens in my discarded epic fantasy setting, The Gray Compendium, "she wields courtesy like a lance and woe to the fool who dares to tilt with her."

I imagine, like Catherine of Aragon, Alysanne was close to her mother and that, by extension, she hated her father's other wives (though the bulk of said hatred would be reserved for Alys Harroway and Tyanna).

I also imagine Ceryse would not fail to surround Alysanne with a court and ladies-in-waiting of her own, as much to give her daughter a support system as to one-up Alyssa Velaryon. Naturally, some of those ladies-in-waiting would be daughters of Hightower vassals or personal friends of Ceryse. (The Velaryons and Hightowers being rivals throughout Targaryen history with the Baratheons occasionally shoving their way in-between is one of my dearer alterations to canon.)

Ceryse would definitely leave behind a treasure trove of correspondence for historians (down with the Citadel's monopoly!) to sift through. (I wouldn't be surprised if Ceryse' septa or even Alysanne herself wrote a biography of Ceryse's life.)

Ceryse and Visenya would have a...queer relationship. (Queer in the original sense of the word.) You wouldn't expect them to get along but they do, even if it isn't exactly the warmest of family ties.

Ceryse HATES Alys Harroway. Part of it is the whole polygamy issue but another aspect I imagine is that Alys and Ceryse are polar opposites with little to nothing in common. Ceryse' idea of comedy is a witty word pun or an obscure bit of religious/historical trivia, Alys' bawdy tavern jokes, the cruder the better. When Ceryse wants to display annoyance or anger her voice drops an octave, Alys will shout at the top of her lungs. Whereas Ceryse always maintains a certain amount of distance (befitting her station in her mind) Alys freely mingles with people of lower rank, even (*gasp*) smallfolk. You won't ever catch Ceryse eating with her hands or breaking a nail but Alys will gather firewood for soldiers on the march and bandage their wounds. On the other hand, Ceryse is the kind of person who prefers to keep her charity secret. Indeed, I imagine what drew Maegor's eye to Alys is that she has the same self-conviction as Ceryse while being otherwise completely different, a novelty Maegor obviously couldn't resist.

Ceryse FEARS Tyanna and for good reason. She sees Tyanna for what Tyanna is. The biggest threat to Alysanne (and Maegor).

I don't have much to say on Jeyne Westerling and Elinor Costayne other than that they both would have liked Alysanne and her them (after some initial frostiness of course).

Thanks for the question, anon

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gameofthunder66 · 8 months

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'Fear' (1996) film

-rewatched 8/21/2023- 3 [1/4] stars- on Netflixdvd

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c0unt3rc0m84t · 4 months

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Gimme a fanfic of Chloe Price,Sabine Wren, Ginny Weasley and Alyssa Foley all doing a batchelorette party at the same time that Rachel Amber and Lucy Gray are having theirs. Imagine the chaos. Imagine them somehow crashing each others and the chaos that ensues of pure unfiltered ladies having to deal with the performer girls. Fuck it, toss in a group of Catwoman and Bela Talbot and Black Canary just for good measure.

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izumistrauma · 2 years

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NVM ON THE MUTUAL CHART I HAVE TOO MANY

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misguidedasgardian · 10 months

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The Winter Sun (EPILOGUE 1)

Into the Future

MASTERLIST

Summary: Years went by in Winterfell

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, mentions of SMUT, childbirth, complication in childbirth, might contain triggering content, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: Well… Sara did say she saw six puppies

The vibe around the Lords and Ladies of the North wasn’t nice when you returned from King’s Landing, with your white haired baby in your arms

Many started saying that you had returned to Aemond willingly, and you had given birth to his child, since Jonaerys was clearly a Valyrian like you, and like the Kinslayer.

But things stopped and improved when you gave birth to your third child, a year after you came back to Winterfell, also a boy, who looked very similar to his brother, only with the colors of his father, dark locks of hair, and icy gray eyes. A true looking Northerner.

You named him Torrhen

Torrhen Stark

Cregan would walk proudly in the hallways of Winterfell and all over with his sons in his arms, Rickon trotting behind him as he grew up, and three direwolves following close behind.

But only one dragon hatched from all the eggs Vhaelar bring forth, Jonaerys’ egg. it took months after you came back, and a dragon keeper had to move in Winterfell to take care of Vhaelar and her hatchling.

Jonah’s dragon was so different from everything you had ever seen before, it was black, with silvery white markings, and big gray eyes. his flames were icy blue, as Vhaelar’s were bluish with purple flare

When Torrhen was 1, you suffered through another winter by then, and as it became some sort of “tradition”, Cregan got you pregnant with what you truly wished was a girl…

But it wasn’t

You bring forth a baby with dirty blonde hair, and when he opened his eyes you saw with amazement he had one purple eye and the other gray, he was like Alyssa, your grandmother, who had similar features, you often wonder where he came from, he looked nothing like you or Cregan, but your husband was ecstatic

You wanted a Valyrian name for your peculiar child, and Cregan compromised in naming him Orys, like the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror

Orys Stark

So Rickon was 5, Jonaerys 4, Torrhen two and a half, and Orys 1 year old, when you got pregnant again.

After Cregan’s begging

You believed you were done, you loved your children very much and you were begging for a little girl, that never came, so you believed you were done, you had four beautiful children with your loving husband

But you couldn’t deny anything to those beautiful Gray eyes

So you held your big belly as you awaited Sara’s arrival.

Sara had fallen in love with Cregan’s best friend, who had come to Winterfell four years ago to grieve for the loss of his wife, and he fell in love with her. Ben Tallheart, so they married, Sara became a loving stepmother to a beautiful little girl who was now five years old, and they lived happily in Torrhen’s square, hence the name of your baby boy.

“Sister!”, she screeched, hugging you tightly around your belly

“Sister”, you whispered happily in her ear, Cregan just stood there, amused that Sara would always greet you first, but then he hugged his sister dearly

“Missed you”, it was true, you had missed her so dearly, the castle seemed almost empty without her in it

After warm greetings, Cregan took his friend so both of them could talk, while you took Sara who was so excited to see her baby nephews, who had multiplied in the last years. You went into the nursery, where they were all gathered, the four of your children, it was Orys nap time

Rickon and Jonaerys hugged her tightly, running to her arms; they have gotten so big, Torrhen followed shortly after.

Sara was playing on the floor with her nephews, with their wooden figurines, as you sat on a long chair, rubbing your belly, you were super tired, you always were

“How is the pregnancy going?”, she asked

“It's different this time”, you confessed, Sara looked at you, gray eyes wide open

“What do you mean?”, she asked, you only shook your head, looking down at your huge belly

“I’ve been so tired”, you whispered, “I can barely eat, I feel awful”, she looked at you determinedly, “my belly is huge”

“What are you saying?”, she asked gently, you only shook you head

“I don’t feel as strong as I did before”, she looked concerned, as she was trying hard to remember something

“I'm sure everything's going to be alright” she said with a calming smile, you smiled back as you caressed your big belly.

You weren’t bluffing, you realized you were pregnant because of how much you threw up, you could barely find something to eat that didn’t make you sick

Cregan hunted everything he could get his hands on, and Thelma cooked everything with different spices each time, but to no avail, everything made you sick, all the meats, so THelma fought hard to cook you legumes and different pies with vegetables.

Even so…

You still felt really weak.

This wasn’t like all your pregnancies before, and Cregan seemed truly concerned for you. He was over you at all times, tending you, caring for you, like your very first pregnancy with Rickon.

And now Sara wouldn't take her eyes off of you now, always watching what you ate.

Your baby was restless, kicking you always, and you immense belly, sometimes you felt like you had a real dragon inside you womb, with more than four extremities

But right after that thought, memories of all those Targaryen women who lost their babies, and what came out of them were truly dragon-like babies, and then you shook your head, wanting to purge those dark thoughts out of your mind.

But you had to be strong, you had to be, you had already given birth to four! FOUR babies, and everything went well, this was not going to be the exception

The night found you in the great hall, holding a feast for your guests, with Sara and Ben, and everyone really in the castle.

“I have an announcement to make”, Ben spoke, as he raised from his chair, raising his cup. “First I want to thank our gracious hosts”, he said, pointing at you and Cregan, who held your hand tightly. “For receiving us, and now… I want to say that the Lady of Torrhen Square and I are proud to announce that we are expecting our first child!”, he said, and the hall broke out with cheers and applause

You hugged Sara tightly

“I’m so happy for you!”, you greeted, and she laughed in your ear

“Thank you!”, as Cregan was hugging Ben, and then he turned

“My beautiful sister”, whispered Cregan happily, hugging her tightly, you hugged Ben then

That made Cregan’s spirit rise for the coming days, and Sara and Ben agreed to stay here in Winterfell until she gave birth, meaning… six whole months, and you couldn’t be happier

The castle seemed to roar with life since then.

Rickon, Jonaerys and Eddara, Ben’s daughter, played through the hallways, and they were always filled with giggles and laughter

And your belly got bigger and bigger, and you grew tired and tired

Everytime Cregan looked at you, it was like his heart was broken, you knew he was afraid, you were becoming paler, and tired by the day.

At night you would beg him to make love to you, and he would, that made you happy, as he spoon you with him deep inside you as he cradled your big belly, he would kiss every inch of your body with devotion, and hugged you through the night.

“Can’t wait to meet this baby”, he whispered sweetly in your ear

“Me too”, you said back, “perhaps it is finally a girl”, you teased

“Oh what I would give for a daughter that looks like you”, he whispered back, nuzzling his nose into your hair

“She would be pretty cute, wouldn’t she?”, you kept teasing

“She would”, he whispered, “thank you”, he whispered

“for what?”, you asked back

“For everything”, he said back, “you brought me back to life, you gave me four beautiful boys, you turned Winterfell into a home”

“Well, you are very welcome”, you giggled, you turned around to meet him, and you kissed him lovingly, “thank you too, you did helped in everything you just mentioned”, and he chuckled against your lips

“I did my part”, he kept teasing, as you cuddled into the night.

The very next day, Cregan was outside, with Ben, you believed they went into the wolf’s wood to hunt, when your water broke

Immediately a pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, making you cry out.

The pain was blinding, it wasn’t a contraction it was something else, something else entirely, and besides, you were certain the nine moons haven't completed yet. Soon people entered the room, maids, followed by Sara, immediately they held you, trying to prevent you from collapsing into the stone floor of your rooms

“It hurts!”, you cried

“Call the midwife, NOW”, screamed Sara, “find my brother”, but the pain was so blinding you couldn’t quite pay attention to what was going on around you

You felt your dress being ripped away from your body, a night shift placed instead, soft and light as a feather, and then you were laid in the bed softly.

The contractions began shortly after, and it was hurting so much you couldn’t have a real grasp on reality anymore.

A young man, who worked at the stables was sent to find Cregan, he knew the woods by the palm of his hand, so he didn’t have trouble finding the hunting party.

“MY LORDS”, it took only that scream, for Cregan to know it was about you, and considering the state you were in, that you had gone into labor

Nobody could reach him as he mounted his horse and started galloping without stopping. He rode back to Winterfell at an incredible speed, jumped off his horse and ran inside the castle.

He ran towards your room and he could hear the screams from the second floor.

His heart got tight inside of his chest, and he found you struggling, the bed soaked in your blood, he had never been so scared in his life, not even when the war happened.

He was at your side in a second, he grasped your hand in his and started at you wide eyed

“Darling, I’m here”

“Cregan”, you called, “It hurts”

“i know my love, I know”, he soothed, looking at the midwives who looked at each other with worried glances

It was bad, he knew it, everybody knew it, at one point, the midwives didn’t know what to do so they called in the maester who gave you milk of the poppy to clear, rather, distract your mind from the pain

It did help, when it took effect, you received the command

“Push my lady”

And you did, gods you did, with all your strength.

It was bloody, it was painful, it was worrying, but after two hours, the room was filled with the cries of a babe

“A little girl M’lord!”, chanted the midwife, receiving the crying child into the world

Cregan sighed loudly, with relief, squeezing your hand back, as he looked at the midwife cleaning a little baby with pitch black hair, he had a daughter.

But this wasn’t over yet, you cried in agony again, and Cregan looked down at you, still grasped in the claws of pain.

“The afterbirth?”, he asked, but the maester shook his head, seeming horrified

“No, I think…”

“It's another babe”, said the midwife, as he give the little baby girl to his father, who was wide-eyed, not knowing if to be relieved, or scared to death, he looked down at the face of his little daughter and caressed her little head.

But when he looked at you he was so scared, you were shaking with pain, blood oozing out of you, he whimpered

“I think the baby is breached”, the midwife whined, like she was in the same state of horror

Hours went by

You were in a state of such pain your eyes were closed and you couldn’t scream anymore, you just whined softly.

Cregan was in the corner of the room, her daughter in his arms, but he just looked ahead, scared to death, his worry was such that he believed he was going to age centuries.

The maester whispered in the corner with the midwife, as her assistants were each by your side, whispered words of comfort, rubbing your belly hoping to push the baby out themselves

“You need to be strong My lady”, whispered one, a young sweet girl, “think of your children, they need you, those sweets boy, and your baby girl”

you only got to nod, that phrase seemed to be the only thing that could pierce through the cloud of pain and milk of the poppy. Using the last of your strength, you leaned in, and pushed, again, the thought of your husband and children spurred you on, your baby, still inside of you, needed to make it out.

The midwife saw your intent and was with you in a second

Cregan gave his baby girl to the maester, and was also with you.

“You can do this love, please”, he begged, “please…”

It was another hour, you had been at this for six whole hours, when another cry was heard in the room.

Another little girl

With hair white as ice, and reddened face.

Then it came the afterbirth, but for that, you couldn’t no longer feel anything at all

The maids washed you and changed the sheets, you were breathing steadily, but you were barely conscious.

Cregan had his new baby girl in his arms, his dream came true, she did look like you, but the maester was telling him you had lost a lot of blood, that you could no longer have any more children… if you ever woke up…

Sara had heard anything, but she was with your other children

“What is happening, where is mama?”, asked Jonaerys, he was a sensitive boy, he felt everything

“She is giving birth to the baby, sweet boy”, she whispered, as she cradled Orys in her arms hoping to made him sleep

“She is taking too long”, he whispered, his eyes filled with tears

Rickon came and hugged his brother

“She will be alright, she is mommy”, he said back, Sara looked as the sweet boys hugged themselves

“Her vision had never wrong before, you were going to pull out of this

But Cregan was scared, very, very scared

The maids had called in wetnurses from the village, and they took both his daughters with them.

He just stood by your side

As the maester else him with the promise that if you made it out tonight, you were going to regain your strength

“Please don’t leave me”, he whispered, his tears choking him, “please, I beg of you”, he begged like a prayer, holding your hand, “you give me all I ever dreamed of, you deserve to enjoy it by my side, our beautiful children, our six children you gave me”, he said with teary eyes, “please my love, I will follow you soon after, please don’t abandon me, our children need you, I need you, please”

He was seated on a chair he needed right next to the bed, and laid his head by your side, still holding your hand.

He stayed there all night, right next to you, hearing your faint breaths.

It was early in the morning, when you squeezed his hand back, and he cried in relief.

. . .

Two weeks passed, and you had recuperated your strength. Cregan brought you your girls as soon as you woke up, and spent the night with the four of you, after eating plentifully.

One of your daughters had the northerner features, while the other was a Valyrian just like you, you named them Robyn and Rhaenys, the latter in honor of your dear aunt, who had been like a mother to you.

“They are in very good health, My Lords”, said the maester, you smiled widely, looking at your daughters, who were both of them awake, laid on your bed, and wiggling happily, “although”

You and Cregan both snapped your head to look at the maester

“Although?”, you asked fearful, you then looked at your babies

“Little Rhaenys, I think there is something wrong”, your eyed immediately filled with tears

The old man showed you, he clapped his hand near Robyn, and she blinked her eyes and squirmed because of the loud noise, but he repeated the same thing near Rhaenys, and she barely reacted

“What does it mean?”, you whined, Crregan held you

“She might be deaf, my lady”, he whispered, Cregan held you against his chest. As you cried, scared of what that could mean.

“Does that mean she can’t hear?”, asked RIckon, you wiped your tears immediately, and your two eldest sons entered the room. Torrhen still didn’t know what was going on, and Orys was still a baby.

“That is right boy”, Cregan was strong, as he smiled to his eldest son

“We will create a cool language with our hands so we can speak to her, then”, Rickon said like it wasn’t a big deal. And you laughed wholeheartedly, hugging and kissing your son.

Now you had your six puppies, everything was going to be alright. With your growing family, and Sara, and Cregan’s best friends

And a huge feast they threw in King’s Landing in your honor.

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 3 months

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Pilot!

Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

Warnings: trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia.

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It was a usual lovely Sunday night, you stepped out of the shower after carefully washing yourself with the most luxurious products money could by, the sage burning on top of the marble sink is enticing all your senses into pure relaxation.

You stepped out of the shower to your cozy heated floors and quickly threw on your fluffy bathrobe, god forbid your body ever threatens to even shiver. Your gorgeous figure is seen walking to your sink to plug in your airwrap so you could dry your Fresh deep conditioned hair so you could prep your hair for work tomorrow.

You were about to turn on your hair dryer when you heard a easily recognizable motorcycle exhaust pipe roar near your street, you chuckled to your self seems like some neighbor of yours managed to get a Harley Road glide cvo for themselves. You cringe at yourself after recognizing some work vehicles on your day off. After visibly shaking your head , your hands seem to newly glide towards the dyson but unfortunately a knock on your door seems to disrupt your short lived peace.

You slip on some Sanrio themed slippers and head to the door, thinking that maybe it’s your new neighbor, Alyssa; a mid aged single mom that always seemed to be missing a cup of sugar or a stick of butter to which you always glad fully gave some to.

But to your surprise, when you open the door your gaze is set upon a black suit with a gray dress shirt underneath, your nose is immediately hit with the smell of a jean Paul Gaultier perfume as the notes of bergamot , orange and amber hit your nose, you painfully raise your head to meet the eyes of the owner of the eccentric aura that is invading your foyer.

His eyes are cold and dead;hidden behind some luscious white lashes. His skin white as a ghost you wouldn’t want to approach in your worst nightmare , as your vision started to descend you crossed his tall nose bridged and visually visited his plump pink lips. Naturally this is where you would stop staring but you couldn’t help but notice how beautifully your bossess sharp jawline decorated his Addams apple.

There were few times you stood this close to him,then you realized. He was at your house,as reality set in you took a step back as fear slowly flooded your system, but for the sake of your job you couldn’t show it; so you quickly put on your resting bitch face and crossed your arms.

You sigh.

-“Where’s your god mother?”- you ask referring to where’s his body guard. He points his head to the motorcycle parked behind the 2024 BMW 7 series sedan. Geto always trailed behind your boss vehicle like a shadow; ironic considering the roar the motorcycles emits is similar to that of a lions.

After returning his gaze to you he trails his eyes from the crown of your head to your freshly manicured toes while lifting the corner of his lips.

-“The more important question is, did you get all dolled up, so pretty, just for me?”- He asked with a smug expression adorning his face.

When you started the job as his secretary, you were freshly graduated from business school. Plenty of companies were desperate to have you as their employee after some internships. But you were set on owning your own company that was until one morning on your door arrived a fruit basket adorned with a letter made out of thick and soft boujee ass paper, all that was written on it was the address of the restaurant of the city and a time stamp. You decided to go out of pure curiosity. As soon as you arrived you were led to a private room that’s where you met the curious man that’s currently crouching under your door frame.

As you sat down and talked , he talked about his business, all was well until he mentioned his business was humbly the proud owner of the tittle of the biggest drug exporter to south east Asia.

You did what any rational person would do , calmly get up and book it to the door but before you could reach your destiny , your now boss clicked his fingers and a pair of gorillas came and grabbed you by your arms and forced you to sit down.

Gojo smiled cynically while laying down your 2 options.

1.You ratting your meeting out to the feds and having your pretty little pink tongue off.

2.Accepting the job offer to be his secretary earning a ridiculously high salary , health care , pension anything you could think of.

You decided for the latter.

Getting back to reality;you had to figure out what to do with the sexy giant at your door.

-“Gojo you know my boundaries, no out of office meetings and no Gore-y things in front of me.Cmon dude you’re better than this. Plus how did you even find me I’ve moved like twice in the last 2 years.”- you muttered looking at his serious face.

After finishing your dialogue you couldn’t help but notice a hint of uneasiness, he couldn’t be mad at you for reminding him your boundaries, right? You know him, you know him like the palm of your hand, or so you thought.

-“I have my ways. Aren’t you going to let me in? You hiding something?”- He says leaning forward scoping your house out.

-“Um, fuck , mean yeah sure go ahead.”- You responded moving to the side letting his breeze by you.

His tall figure literally invaded you apartment, he rested his hands in his pockets as he examined your living space, after memorizing you living room he sat down on your puffy jade sofa.

-“So this is what they call a woman’s touch huh, I’ll be brief, I need you to take your little bathrobe off and put on some decent clothes and pack your little passport and follow me to the car.We’re going to Shanghai baby ,I’ll explain later.”-He ordered wishing you would run to obey his every command

You cackled in disbelief. Truth be told you were scared of the business you were in ,that’s why to protect yourself you set up a rule that you wouldn’t work outside of an office or a meeting room. For the moment you were only used to having reunions with new money idiots who wanted to get even richer fast. You knew nothing good waited for you in Shanghai.

You weren’t afraid to joke around him and push his buttons, he made it clear he needed you, his business flourished the minute you stepped in, you organized his accounting’s in many banks over seas , you created plenty of paper companies to launder his money , you charmed his business associates into shady business and secured international funding. He could never dream of hurting you. Well, not in a way you wouldn’t like of course.

-“I think you’re tripping balls man, no fucking way.Why would I ever do that?”-You striked back as you violently shake your head.

He grinned at the way you thought you could say no to him, he also grinned at the sight of your robe becoming loose.

-“I’ll pay you triple your hourly wage , 5 personal staff , 2 bullet proof trucks for the duration of the trip and all the arrangements paid by me of course. And since I’m feeling nice I’ll even throw in a shopping spree so you don’t have to worry that cute head of yours on packing clothes.”- He smiled being charmed by his own charisma.

You scrunched your eyebrows and turned around having your hair flip behind you.

-“Call Geto in to help me with his bags.”

-“Yes, mam.”

Gojo’s ears glowed red after realizing he could virtually get you to do anything to satiate his desires.

You had no idea about what’s about to come.

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Hair time! (requests by @freidrew, @meybellsims, and @nosferatusim)

Alyssa was already done by Dream-simmer, here. The Daydream hair is for TF-EF only.

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What to Expect | A J. Seresin Series

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synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers.

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warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, eventual smut, mentions of infidelity, fighting, TopGun shit.

➣5 years ago, North Island

If there was one thing your father wanted you to take from all the advice he had ever given you, it was to stay away from Naval aviators. Your dad, being an Admiral himself, knew how most of the aviators were like. They had a certain playboy attitude about themselves. They dripped confidence wherever they went. Anyone could tell when a group of aviators walked into a place, as all eyes went to them. Some of them loved it, and basked in the glory of having all eyes on them. Especially the TopGun pilots. Especially a certain blonde haired TopGun pilot.

Maybe that’s what drew you to him. He was forbidden fruit that your father had told you to stay far away from. You were the youngest of three girls, and you were the rebel child. Your father said you were the reason for his gray hair. For most of your adult life, you had listened to your fathers advice and stayed away from the Aviators. But it was hard to find anyone worth your interest when you were surrounded by pilots.

He had been eyeing you the whole night as you sat with your group of girlfriends. Your closest friend, Alyssa kept nudging you and pointing him out. You would occasionally look up at him, catching his eye and either giving him a smile or a wink. He had gorgeous green eyes and a perfect smile. You could see the singular silver bar on his uniform and knew that he was either fresh out of TopGun or had just been invited to attend.

“Would you stop eye fucking him!” Alyssa said.

“I am not eye fucking him!” You shot back and looked back over at the pilot. He was laughing with a group of other aviators. You assumed that this was the next class of TopGun aviators. Your dad had been getting everything ready for them to start. Even though at his rank, he could pass off all the introductions to someone else, he still liked to do it. It was probably because seeing the young class made him feel young in a way.

“Who is she not eye fucking?” Bradley asked, coming back to the table with a fresh drink for you and himself. Bradley, who had become your sort of adopted brother over the years, had been invited to TopGun. You were happy to have him back for a short amount of time, you missed him a lot.

“That blonde pilot over there,” Alyssa nodded towards where the blonde was once standing, “Wait. . . oh shit, Y/N.”

You turned around right as the blonde had walked up to your table. He gave you that smile, which was even brighter up close. Bradley narrowed his eyes at him, knowing exactly who he was from seeing his picture on your father’s desk earlier in the day.

“Hi,” The pilot smiled, “My friends didn’t think I had the balls to come talk to you.”

“Is that your opening line?” You asked and Bradley snickered behind you. The pilot’s jaw dropped a bit, but he quickly recovered, “I was thinking more along the lines of-”

“I can’t help but notice how beautiful-”

“Yep, there it is,” You cut him off, “Classic pilots,” You said to Aylssa who nodded, “I’m Y/N. And I’m guessing you have a ridiculous callsign, you are about to tell me about.”

“They call me Hangman, but only some get to call me Jake,” He introduced himself, “Care for a drink.”

“Got a full one,” You lifted your glass.

“How about a dance?”

“I don’t like this song.”

“Okay, I am really striking out here,” Jake laughed nervously, “A helpline, please.”

“Walk on the beach,” Alyssa said and Bradley nudged her, “What?! She likes looking at the stars. And it’s romantic.”

“Unless you like sand in places where sand shouldn’t be,” Bradley said and you pointed at him in agreement.

“I think that’s my best chance,” Jake said to Alyssa, who raised her drink in response, “So. . . Can I take you for a walk on the beach?”

You looked at him, and you contemplated it. He was a nice looking man and was trying hard to get you to go with him. Most men would’ve given up and found a new girl to woo by now. But not Jake. You could see the determination in his eye, and could feel Alyssa nudge you to give him an answer.

“No walk,” You said, and could see the light in Jake’s eye diminish, “But I will dance with you. ONE, one singular dance.”

Jake smiled and held his hand out for you as the song changed right in time. The opening beats to the song sounded out of the jukebox, and Jake’s lips turned up in a smirk as you took his hand. He dragged you to the makeshift dance floor in the bar, putting one hand on your hip and the other held your hand. You rested your hand on his shoulder as he started to sway.

“I love this song,” Jake said. You listened for a moment and shook your head, “What’s wrong with this?”

“Slow Ride?” You questioned, “What. . . are you in the mood for a slow ride, Lieutenant.”

“I’d do anything if it meant I get to do it with you,” Jake answered, and spun you around, “So tell me, you from around here?”

“Born and raised,” You nodded, “Dad’s a flyboy like yourself.”

“Really?” Jake seemed shocked by the answer, “And he let you come to a Navy bar?”

You smirked and stood on your toes to lean in his ear, “He doesn’t know.”

Jake smirked and looked at you, “Breaking the rules. . . What else are you good at?”

The song finished and you pushed yourself out of Jake’s arms, “Stick around and find out, Lieutenant.”

Jake watched as you walked away, swinging your hips as you did. You went to the table your friends were at, telling them that you were heading out, and grabbed your purse. You looked back at Jake and nodded your head towards the front door. It took him a second until he realized what was going on, and he moved quickly to follow after you. He told his friends he was leaving and that they needed to find somewhere else to stay tonight. By the time Jake got out to the parking lot, you were leaning up against the door of his truck.

“How did you know this was mine?” He asked, unlocking it.

“Well, it's souped up and has a Texas license plate,” You pushed yourself off the door and walked over to him. Jake’s hands went to your hips as you drape your arms around his neck, “And I overheard someone call you ‘Tex’ earlier and put two- and - two together.”

“Smart girl,” Jake said, and leaned down, “Can I kiss you?”

“Shut up, Hangman,” You said and closed the gap between the two of you. Jake’s hands roamed your body as your lips clashed together. He licked your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue in your mouth. He gently pushed you against the door of his truck, his hand going behind your head so you didn’t give yourself a concussion. Your hands went down his broad chest, to his pants, pulling at the gold belt buckle.

“Wait,” He sounded breathless as he pulled away, “As much as I want to do this, I can’t let an Admiral’s daughter go down on me in a parking lot.”

“Who said I was gonna go down on you?” You asked and Jake’s cheeks went red, “I’m kidding. I was totally about to suck you off, if you didn’t stop me.”

Jake chuckled, “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you.”

“Like I said,” You reached into his pocket. Jake stiffened as your hand brushed against his cock and you grabbed his truck keys, unlocking it, “Stick around and find out.”

Jake moved quickly, as he picked you up by your legs and put you over his shoulder. You let out a giggle as he walked around to the other side of the truck and opened the door. He put you gently into the passenger seat, and buckled you up. He placed a kiss on your lips, before shutting the door and jogging around to the other side. Jake looked at you, before putting the truck in drive and then smiled to himself. He could get used to seeing you sit in his passenger seat.

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two-white-butterflies · 11 months

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 18

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

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Chapter Eighteen: Brown Eyes

Daemon has never looked at his niece differently, in their years of being together - warmth still flooded his eyes when she was in the room. “It is a shame that Ser Harwin was not present at the children’s birth.” Viserys cleared his throat, causing his brother’s attention to sway.

“Ser Harwin was occupied with the festivities of Princess Rhaenyra’s second child.” Alicent explains, glancing at her husband - hoping that her slight insinuation would wake Viserys from his long slumber.

The King ignores his wife again, because Rhaenyra was his favorite daughter - and he’d excuse even the darkest of crimes if it meant saving her. He turns his body to Saera, who was attempting to calm her firstborn.

She smiles, offering a small bow to the three of them. “Father, uncle, Queen Alicent.” she greets, her father offers his open arms to carry the little dragon.

“And where is Alyssa?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss on his grandson’s forehead. “She’s with Ser Laenor and Prince Jace - she seems to be taken with the sea,” she replies - smiling at her daughter’s fascination with the sea.

Daemon frowns, not seeming to remember allowing his daughter to go for a swim - but he keeps his frustration to himself. “You could’ve asked for me. Ser Laenor is occupied with his own litter.” he corrects, taking a sip of his wine.

“Ser Harwin is with them too.” Alicent pipes, already bored of the conversation.

Viserys turns to his family again, keeping the child close to his chest. “Which reminds me that they need dragon eggs,” he reminded himself. Out of all his grandchildren - the ones from Saera are the ones that look Targaryen. “Thank you, father. I’ve been meaning to give them some,” she smiles - staring at her son who was fascinated with his grandfather.

Her eyes softened - holding a little hope that her father loved Daegon more than his cousins. “Daemon - I dare say that he looked like you, when you were a babe.” Viserys chuckled, the frown was familiar.

He pressed another kiss to the child’s forehead - seeing the face of his stillborn son in his eyes.

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Harwin holds his daughter near his face, pressing a million kisses on her tiny cheeks. Alyssa lets out a loud laugh - earning a smile from her father. “I love you, Isa.” he hums, hearing the door open from behind him. His wife enters the room, carrying three heavy things on her arms.

Two dragon-eggs and one babe.

“What is that?” he rises from his chair, switching the babe to his other hand. “My father has gifted them to us, for the children.” she smiled, placing it down on his bed. On her right laid a beautiful red dragon egg - it was small but she knew that it would grow once hatched. It reminded her of Balerion’s skull, and she knew that it would be perfect for any of her children.

On her left was a blue egg - the largest she’s ever seen, and its color held the ocean and skies. She smiles, it reminded her of Alyssa. Harwin settles on the bed, waiting for Saera to choose an egg for his children.

Alyssa begins crawling towards the blue-egg. Harwin chuckles. “Of course, she’d choose that one.” he smiles - watching as his daughter began to touch the dragon-egg.

Saera holds her breath - not expecting it to hatch right away. Some eggs don’t hatch at all, and that wouldn’t make her children any less of a dragon.

The egg crackles - Harwin’s eyes twinkle with joy.

It cracks for the second time, and a gray head pokes underneath the broken shells. “A dragon,” he gasps - waiting for it to fully open. Daegon lets out a small cry, hearing the sound of a dragon’s growl. Saera rocks him gently, drowning out the sound of his sister’s giggles.

“A dragon indeed,” she hums - the gray dragon begins roaring at Harwin - sending him back. The dragon opens his wings, trying to fend off anyone that wants to go closer to his rider. Saera reaches out her hand - the dragon slowly begins climbing her, settling atop her shoulder.

“Gevie,” she compliments - seeing that its underbelly was blue.

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Daegon holds his egg by the fire - trying to see if there was a dragon inside of it. There was a seed of doubt in his mind, he didn’t believe that he was a dragon - that’s why his egg didn’t hatch. “It will hatch in due time.” Daemon whispers, placing a hand around his son’s shoulders. The boy rolls his eyes. He’s been patiently waiting - but the gods wouldn’t grant him a dragon.

“I was a man when I claimed Caraxes - mayhaps you are destined to claim another dragon.” he hums, placing a hand on his son’s chin. “My muña claimed a dragon when she was born - my sister hatched a dragon a few months after she was born. Why can’t I do that?” he huffs, crossing his arms - already forgetting about the dragon-egg on his side.

Daegon craved a multitude of things - a dragon, his father’s love, and his cousin’s respect. His father favored his sister because she had Bluefyre. He spent his days with his cousins because they had dragons too, but what about him? He could barely ride a horse. “You are destined for greater things - bigger things.” Daemon comforted, his eyes shining with pride at the sight of his little boy. He’d give him the world.

“I will be the Lord of Harrenhal after my father - how can I defend my people without a dragon?” he complained, earning a soft-glare from his kepa.

“By sword, if that gives you enough motivation to not be late to your lessons.” his mother’s voice rings out from behind them.

Daegon stands up with a shy smile. He scratches the back of his head - prepared to whisper another string of apologies. “I’m sorry muña,” he wraps his arms around her - thinking that it would save him from certain doom - but he was no longer a child, his eyes couldn’t melt rage anymore.

Saera looks down at him with a sigh, placing a hand on his chin and a soft kiss on his forehead. “Ser Criston is waiting,” she points out, tilting her head to the door where Harwin was leaning on the frame.

“Be quick, Daegon - you are wasting everyone’s time.” Harwin replies with a brief and cold voice. He was strict when it came to punctuality.

Daegon looks behind him - where his uncle was beginning to read a book. “Geros ilas kepa, (Goodbye uncle/father)” he waves, running to Harwin’s direction - not wanting to waste another second.

Once they were both gone - Daemon rises to his feet, quick to maneuver his body to his lover. “He is too curt with him.” he complains, watching the figure of his son disappear from view. “I’ve been scolding him - but he refuses to stop. Somehow, he believes that it will make our Daegon stronger.” she agrees, wrapping his arms around her body.

“It will make Daegon hate him.” he grits his teeth.

He loved the idea of having his children to himself, but a child should never hate his supposed father. He didn’t want that - not even when the idea served him beautifully.

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Saera watches her son, nephews and brothers practice combat. It was clear that Ser Criston had favorites - she could bear it. It wasn’t like her son was missing his lessons - as Daemon teaches him too.

“This is the perfect way of ensuring brotherhood between them,” Viserys remarked, walking alongside Lord Lyonel. Saera resists the urge to scoff, competition bred competition - not brotherhood. “I’m sure that they will use this knowledge in due time.” Saera hums.

The children were joking around - in hindsight Viserys’ plan was working, but she knew better. Harwin enters the courtyard, watching them. Ser Criston was paying the majority of his attention towards Alicent’s children - something that her husband didn’t like. “We need more mentors - I fear that Daegon is not paid enough attention.” Lord Lyonel suggests his grandson was the apple of his eye. “My son should teach them,” he adds.

Ser Criston took favor to the Hightowers, and Harwin took favor of his real sons - no one would pay attention to her Daegon.

“One of the Kingsguards would be a better fit.” She tries to cast her husband a cautious look, but he ignores her. He begins walking towards Criston, her eyes widened as she realizes that a fight was about to go down.

“You should pay attention to the boys equally, Ser Criston.” she could hear her husband complain, watching his eyes trail softly at Lucerys.

“ - and you should pay attention to your son, or do you not know which one is yours?” Criston snides - the tension slowly builds. Harwin was a bull, and everyone slowly began to understand why he was called ‘Breakbones’ all those years ago. “Pardon?” he inquires, believing that he heard wrong.

“Is it true, then? You could not be sated with your wife, and you found comfort in her sister.” Criston provokes, Saera’s grip on her gown tightens - walking down the small steps. One of her handmaidens tries to stop her, but she turns them away.

The mud was beginning to stain her white gown.

She looked at the men again, and they were exchanging fists with one another. “Shame,” she whispers - sprinting towards her son and holding him close to her chest. Fearing her husband’s fate at court.

Her son flinches - watching his father land another blow to Ser Criston, his head bounces in agony.

“Enough!” the King commands, and everyone comes to a halt.

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fahye · 1 year

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First of all, bless you for writing A Marvelous Light! I couldn’t put it down! Unfortunately, now that I’ve finished it, there is a gaping hole in my life. I was wondering if you could recommend any similar books? Books that inspired you? It’s so hard to find queer romance novels that 1) have happy endings, 2) are well-written, 3) have smut that isn’t creepy. Thank you again for writing such a perfect book!!

well-written queer romance novels with happy endings and good smut! this is an area in which I AM AN EXPERT!

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[gestures at literally every single book by k.j. charles] my faves are band sinister, think of england and the will darling adventures which begin with slippery creatures

of cat sebastian's many wonderful books my faves are the ruin of a rake and peter cabot gets lost

pansies and something fabulous by alexis hall; he has a huge fantastic backlist of various varieties of queer romance, and I'll also shout out rosaline palmer takes the cake which is m/f with a bisexual lead and a total delight

work for it by talia hibbert

honeytrap and tramps & vagabonds by aster glenn gray

peter darling by s.a. chant

the wolf at the door (and sequels) by charlie adhara

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all of olivia waite's books: the lady's guide to celestial mechanics, the care & feeding of waspish widows, the hellion's waltz

delilah green doesn't care by ashley herring blake

how to find a princess by alyssa cole

one last stop by casey mcquiston

I haven't read it yet but I have heard good things about mistakes were made by meryl wilsner

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female-buckets · 1 year

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⚢ 2023 ⚢

Elena & Amanda

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Courtney & Allie

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Candace & Anna

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Chelsea & Tipesa

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Sue & Megan

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Breanna & Marta

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Diana & Penny

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(2022) (2024)

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sansa286 · 1 year

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On...Targaryen (Valyrian) Hair Colors!

Season 1 wigs were superior imo.

Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon have a habit of making all Targaryen hair look rather one-note, and in the same bleached platinum-blonde color. However the books offer a wide variety of descriptions which I plan on covering today.

Disclaimer: The pictures used are to show color, not texture. In the books there are several different textures, and in the show the Velaryons have afro-textured hair and locs. Not every example (or most) is going to be texture-accurate, this post is is purely about the different shades of hair color found in the family.

Silver-Gold

The most common hair color Valyrians are said to have is "silver-gold". Aegon I, Rhaenys, Visenya, Rhaena Targaryen (Aenys's daughter), Daenerys, Viserys and many others of Valyrian descent (as well as Hightowers) have been described with this color. Interestingly in the portraits GRRM commissioned years ago, their hair looked something like this:

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The difference between the silver and the gold is stark (pun not intended.) However other depictions have been more blended to resemble something like this:

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That is personally how I first imagined Daenerys's hair in A Game of Thrones looking.

2. Silver-White

The Dragon Twins Baela and Rhaena Targaryen (Prince Daemon and Lady Laena Velaryon's twins) are described as having "silver-white" hair. Which can be interpreted as a very bright silver color with no hints of gold or blonde.

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The wig department for HotD better take notes! This is what Rhaena's locs should've looked like.

3. White

King Aegon III Targaryen is described as having hair so pale it appeared white. White differs from silver due to silver having a gray base.

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4. White Gold

Prince Aemon (son of King Jaehaerys I & Queen Alyssane) was said to have white gold hair, which was considered rare. White-gold can be interpreted as just a very pale blonde/gold color. You may think that white gold is silver-looking in color, but that is only because much of modern-day white gold has been plated with rhodium to reduce the pale yellow color. White gold that hasn't been plated is a (very pretty) pale gold color, which is what I'm assuming GRRM meant because I am fairly certain rhodium plating wasn't a thing during the medieval period.

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5. Honey

Not all Targaryens are pale haired! [Best] Queen Alysanne's hair was said to be honey colored. It was believed that her hair came out this way due to her grandmother being Lady Alarra Massey, who was Andal not Valyrian.

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6. Dirty-Blonde

Princess Alyssa Targaryen (daughter of King Jaehaerys I and Queen Alysanne) was said to have dirty-blonde hair without a trace of silver.

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8. Brown

I'm including Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and his bros here, because while his parentage was disputed, and confirmed in the show, he's still a Targaryen on his mother's side and would have taken on the name Targaryen when he became king. Jace is said to have brown hair. No flowery language used to describe it by GRRM...just brown.

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7. Black

Yes, there are black-haired Targaryens! Rhaenys Targaryen (daughter of Prince Aemon and Jocelyn Baratheon) had black hair, as did the children of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia Martell (sweet Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon.) Aegor Rivers, also known as "Bittersteel" (the son of King Aegon the Unworthy and Barbra Bracken) also had black hair.

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Enjoying an afternoon together

A guide to Who's Who

1) Alysanne - red & black

2) Alyssa - dark red

3) Maegelle - gray

4) Daella - blue

5 Saera - dark pink with gold accents -

6) Viserra - purple

7) Gael - pale blue & sea green

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meraxesmoon · 3 months

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My Different HOTD OCs

note: i have so many, and I wanted to have like a little info page about them. also, tysm for voting!

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Aemma Velaryon

Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole, Lawful father is Laenor Velaryon

Physical Appearance: Aemma is traditionally Valyrian looking, soft lilac eyes and snowy white hair. I imagine that she probably looks a lot like her grandmother, and she is often dressed in soft blue colors to represent both houses Velaryon and Arryn. She wears gray as well to match her dragon Grey Ghost. I imagine her as a plus sized woman, like very soft and sweet.

Attributes: Very soft spoken and sweet. Aemma is coveted by her mother, and she doesn't spend a lot of time away from Rhaenyra, especially in her younger years. As such, she's very naive and trusting, something that makes her mother worry quite a bit.

Aemma was very close with her father, Laenor, and had a huge depressive episode after he 'died'. She isn't very close with Daemon, and after moving to Dragonstone, she spends her time with her baby brothers or riding her dragon.

She's very dutiful, and when she is betrothed to Aegon to solidify her mother's claim to the throne, she does it without complaint. They were close as children, and Aemma believes it could be a content marriage, despite the rockyness between their families.

She is Rhaenyra's heir.

Dragon: Grey Ghost.

Aemma was dragonless until she was about ten years old. After her family relocated to Dragonstone, she ended up bonding with Grey Ghost, one of the wild dragons. Being quiet herself, Aemma and Grey Ghost compliment each other very well, and she spends more time with her dragon than anyone in her family.

Aemma has a personalized saddle, a heart emblem on Grey Ghost's chest to symbolize how much she loves him.

Angsty Info: Aemma is made a prisoner of war after Rhaenyra is usurped, if we're going with the canon timeline. She's forcibly married to Aegon after Lucerys is killed, and she becomes aware of Criston being her actual father. This all happens within a very short amount of time, and she tries to throw herself from her window but is stopped by Ser Criston.

Spouses/Lovers: Aegon Targaryen II, Aemond Targaryen (one-sided)

Children: In a peaceful AU, Aemma is married to Aegon and has two sons and a daughter. Laenor, Aenys, and Naerys. She had a stillborn daughter, Naerys' twin, and couldn't have any more children after her daughters were born due to her mother not allowing it.

Alyssa Snow

Daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Unknown Northern Woman

Physical Appearance: She looks as though she belongs in a fairy tale book. White hair, mismatched eyes, and a cunning smile. Alyssa looks much like Daemon's mother, and her purple-green eye combo is evidence of this. Despite being fierce and stubborn, she quite enjoys wearing dresses. Her main colors are pink and purple. She only wears black on rare occasions. Her hands are calloused due to dragonriding without wearing gloves.

Attributes: Stubborn yet empathetic. Alyssa was, for the first eight years of her life, raised in the north. Therefore, she follows the old Gods. She's very strict in her beliefs, as well, and refuses to convert. Due to her religion, she has a certain disgust for her father's side of the family, but loves her siblings all the same.

Alyssa is very close with her dragon, and covets him. He is her protector in some twisted way, and she thanks him for it constantly.

Daemon and Rhaenyra don't allow her to be called a bastard by anyone. If someone does, they're guaranteed to get beheaded by her father and fed to Caraxes. Despite this, Alyssa has made peace with herself and knows what and who she is.

Due to her status as a bastard, Alyssa never marries.

Dragon: Balerion

In an AU where Balerion lives, Alyssa bonds with him when she's around eight or nine, right after Daemon takes her away from her home in Winterfell. Balerion and Alyssa are kindred spirits who are drawn to each other by their loneliness.

Balerion is very protective of her and has almost burned down Dragonstone due to this instinct to protect his rider. In turn, Alyssa spoils her gigantic beast, and when they're not flying over Westeros together, they rest on the beach of Dragonstone.

When Alyssa first bonds with him, she doesn't know any dragon commands. Therefore, their emotional connection is extremely strong. Even as she grows older, she rarely has to use them because the two of them are so in sync.

Angsty Info: Alyssa has a lover, Collette, who is a maid at Dragonstone. During the war, Collette is used against Alyssa by the Greens and killed horrifically. Stricken with grief, Alyssa nearly goes mad and burns down Harrenhall in order to get revenge against them.

Tragic medieval lesbians 💔

Spouses/Lovers: Collette Rivers

Children: None, but after the war, she becomes a mother figure for Viserys and Aegon.

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"I had a very nice dream that started like this." For Eden and Ghost, if you want to ofc <3

Oh hi honey, absolutely yes💕💕. And I hope it can give you satisfaction.

Pairing: Ghost x f!oc

It's a bit smutty so MDNI

Divider by @cafekitsune

Chloe belongs to @chloekistune

Valerie"Gorgon"Watson belongs to @onehornedbeast

Alyssa Price belongs to @alypink

The typical trashy prime-time realty show was playing on the TV, Eden was sitting on the couch. She was intent on the phone with Chloe to help her choose a dress; Johnny had invited her to a well-known Japanese restaurant in town and she didn't know what to wear.

"That dress we bought in Camden" the woman with the long raven hair recalled, they had bought it recently although Chloe was initially hesitant.

She did not usually wear such short dresses, she preferred longer dresses, it was Eden and Aly who had told her to buy it and Val had suggested the leather jacket. It had been a carefree day among girls, away from their boyfriends and the problems that had been boring the group lately.

"Don't you think that's going too far? I wouldn't want people to then" Chloe on video call took the dress with a questioning expression. She needed a confidence boost.

"People go to hell Clo Clo, and just in case I can get there and detach heads"

"Maybe better not" the purple-haired girl giggled fearfully "I'll wear it, so Johnny will be happy too"

"That's the spirit Clo Clo" Eden's gaze was drawn to something, or rather someone in her vision.Had he put on the gray sweatpants on purpose?

"Twin I'll call you in a bit, I have a service to do" greeted her best friend (who did not understand such a change of plans) Eden stood up with her arms folded.Simon was still intent on adjusting the shelf, tank top and gray pants. A fatal combination.

"Are you doing this on purpose Riley?" She huffed with folded arms, an adorable pout contoured her lips before he reached out and gave her a pat on the head.

"What makes you say that?"

"Last night I heard you murmuring. Plus are you wearing the sweatpants you wanted to throw away because they were too tight?" in a bored tone the female commented on the man's question, who swallowed the toad.

"I had a very nice dream that started like this" the Mancunian was interrupted by Eden, the brunette smirked. And to make him despair she had a brilliant idea.

"Why don't you tell me a little?' " she dragged him to the couch, then positioning herself on top of his thigh.

"I dreamed of a beach" he cleared his throat, sighing at the contact of Eden's covered core with the tiny fabric that he could feel the warmth and wetness it gave off. Eden knew how to drive him crazy.

"Beach? I imagine the two of us on the sand and the waves of the ocean enveloping us. Maybe naked?" The brunette winked, sinuously moving her hips. Simon's huge hand rested on her hip, his cheeks warming.

"It's uhm... it's a good idea," his other hand rested under Eden's top, which was already singing victory.

"Just a good idea babe?"

"You're a threat, I don't think I'll hold out any longer. Bloody Jesus hell" Simon had lost complete lucidity, hypnotized by the movements of his woman, who like an enchanting siren approached his ear. One strap of the top she was wearing was already down.

"How about now you show me what we did on that beach?My good big boy "she grabbed him by both cheeks. That gesture was enough to find him pinning her under the surface of the couch, kissing her as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"Get ready Edie" he responded to her persuasive gaze with equal warmth "you wanted the fucking demonstration. Well I'll give you what you want."

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#sorry for the cringe #oc:eden“spectra”park #x: fire and gasoline #pairing: ghost & eden #call of duty oc:eden “spectra” park #call of duty oc #cod oc #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #call of duty original character #original character #cod smut #ghost smut #ghost mw 2 #ghost x female oc #call of duty fanfic #ghost x eden

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