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witchy-v1xen · 2 months
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Got to love the Greens on reddit...
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tinylittlesstuff · 5 months
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I'm still not over it ✨
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hum-suffer · 3 months
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I'm obsessed with Jaime Lannister and i need to scream that into the void
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girl-intrigued · 6 months
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So we all know that Hightowers also have white/silver hair . So,what if when Alicent was little she had these silver blonde hair that darkened over time as she grew older ??
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spite-and-waffles · 1 year
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That one angst fic from that one fandom that you're going to be fucked up about the rest of your born days. You know the one.
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bloodofthefates · 1 year
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     While her father understood her thirst for adventure, it was her mother who had doubled the amount of guards sent to watch over her even until the early hours of dawn while she slept to ensure both her safety and her captivity. It had taken Saenehra months to learn the various rotations, weeding out the more diligent among the negligent and the ones that could be easily plied with  a bit of extra coin or ale if that’s all it took. Calculatory by nature, Saenehra meticulously matched which guards worked in set pairs and which stood watch alone and she knew the moment was right when the opportunity presented itself late one summer eve. It was late enough she knew the rest of the Keep was dreamlessly asleep but nearing the darkest pitch of night with no worry of sunrise in sight. It meant for at least the window of an hour, she had only one sentry at her door and one that she could easily manipulate by means of a simple distraction in the form of a handsomely paid kitchen boy with instructions to create a ruckus at the far end of the hallway with nothing more than a serving tray and several empty goblets but enough to send the guard to investigate any potential threat or danger. On cue, the boy did as she’d instructed and forced him to memorize, reciting the plan back to her until she was sure he understood his role on pain of violence if he should ruin her plan but as she heard the footsteps leave her door in a hurried fashion she wondered if she shouldn’t owe the boy more money. Draped in only a dark colored cloak she’d stolen from another servant and armed with the pin excuse of a dagger at her belt, Saenehra slipped through the smallest crack of opening her chamber door as she could comfortably fit through before retreating into the shadows of the winding hallways down to the lower levels of the tunnels she’d taken to exploring and memorizing when hiding from the Septa for lessons in being a proper lady she never cared for. Once safely below the Keep, she found the nearest torch attached to the wall and allowed the low cast of light to lead her way through the maze of turns until she could smell the fresh scent of summer sweeping in through a draft. Banking her torch, Saenhera knew she’d made it far enough in her escape plan as soon as her boots hit the stone of the stairwell leading down into the heart of Flea Bottom; the seedy entrails of King’s Landing and her intended destination for the night to see what all the fuss was about. Making her way through the surprisingly crowded streets given the hour, Saenehra kept the shroud of her hood firmly tucked over her face lest anyone recognize her, but soon a stranger bumped into her with enough force she had to catch herself on the nearest wall to keep from falling over before someone else forced a tankard of questionable substance sloshing over the sides into her hand as some kind of recompense. Sniffing the liquid, Saenehra was quick to make a face but forced a sip down before coughing and sputtering into her elbow that earned a round of laughter from the men gathering around her cast in the shadows of the nearest fire pit. “Surely poison or piss is better than this…”
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turbomnstr · 1 month
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FREE YOUNG THUG !!!! 😫
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hussyknee · 3 months
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Put off reading Kushiel's Legacy thinking it would be vaguely racist harem-fantasy BDSM smut in high fantasy dressing. Instead I got feminist George R. R. Martin if he was less racist and skeezy.
You need to take notes to follow all the names and I can barely keep up with who's doing what and the author has never heard of cutting to the goddamn chase, but good God you get so invested in the characters within a hundred pages that it sends you reeling when they die. I'm only at 200 out of 500 pages but I'm so fucking gutted that I stopped reading to skim the rest of all three books to see whether any of my other favourites were going to die and who I should be braced for dying because good fucking god. I'm even heartbroken about characters that died before the book!
It really sneaks up on you because this book is so dense and crammed with so much detail that you don't realize you've begun to really love the characters. The fuckton of foreshadowing probably didn't register because they're front and center like main characters would be, so you're not prepared for them to die in the middle. And Phedre lives such a happy, sheltered life that it's a genuine shock when it all gets blown up.
I want them back. I like Joscelin, but he isn't them. Jacqueline Carey how could you. 😭😭😭😭😭
Oh btw, this series is also gay as shit. Heterosexuality doesn't seem to exist and it's so unremarkable it didn't even occur to me that this is a full-on LGBT series. It's not like in fanfic, when even in stories where queerness is universal and unremarked in-universe there might as well be a giant fuck you rainbow flag over it all. In Kushiel's Universe it's just so matter-of-fact that you realize this could actually have been what society was like in the past when the Church wasn't all up in everybody's business. Sure, in this universe there's a hippie Jesus that followed regular Jesus who was all flower power and free love and founded alternate universe France, so that nobody has any sexual hang ups, homo or otherwise (much like regular medieval France Ig), but even if there were, everybody's either too rich to give a shit or too poor to care (also like regular medieval France). It feels historically accurate somehow. Idk. But this book came out in 2001. Eat that, GRRM, with your two male gays and off-screen lesbians.
Edit: Just checked the AO3 tag and. Sigh. You know a book isn't trashy when it only has 350 works on AO3. Fanfic runs on trash and guilty pleasure, not sensitive and quality story-telling.
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captainswanapproved · 2 years
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Despite the demands of nursing school and working on two other books, I find myself wanting to write something for Daemyra. I have nothing concrete yet, but the elements that are floating in my mind are:
A young Rhaenyra who has always wanted to marry Daemon.
Otto Hightower as the main antagonist.
Aemma Targaryen survives the birth, but her baby is lost. Because of this, she will no longer have more children and Rhaenyra is declared the heir. She fears for her daughter’s safety and so she goes to Daemon to propose a marriage between him and Rhaenyra.
In this story, Daemon will not have married Rhea Royce. Daemon wants to marry Rhaenyra, but is certain his brother will never agree to the match. 
Otto tries to convince Viserys to arrange a match that will send Daemon far from King’s Landing.
The brothel escapade is a plot (by Aemma, Daemon, and Rhaenyra) to force Visery’s hand and get him to sanction the match.
Possibly Daemon would be named as Hand of the King in Otto’s place to further cement Rhaenyra’s position. 
I’m thinking this would be about 3-5 chapters, more (or a sequel) if I decide to veer to older Daemon and Rhaenyra and allow Otto to continue scheming during Rhaenyra’s reign.
I just want to give these two some happiness and I think we can all use more daemyra stories in our lives. So we will see if my muse cooperates and comes up with a more coherent plot. 
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madebycoffee · 4 months
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People you’d like to get to know better:
thank u v much for the tag @pralinesims & @morrigan-sims :))
last song: Desperate Measures by Marianas Trench (i was listening to the whole album again b/c it's my actual favorite album of all time. and it's good concentrating music for me.)
favorite color(s): PURPLE! All forms! I dye my hair purple! My room is painted purple! I love it!
currently watching: i'm supposed to be doing my rewatch of The Crown to get to the final season but i've heard that season isn't great. 😬But i will get back to it soon i think.
last movie: I had to scroll SO far back through my YT watch history b/c I just don't watch movies frequently, but the last one was The Truman Show b/c it was free with ads on yt.
currently reading: A Dance With Dragons, audiobook, but i say that counts! lordt knows i wouldn't be able to read grrm otherwise. And I have The Final Girl Support Group and Single AF Cocktails on hold next lul.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory then Sweet. No spicy. I'm delicate and can't handle any spice lmao.
last thing I googled: 'Sims 4 Materialistic Trait PNG' for when I shared out the CAS poses lol.
current obsession: Planet Coaster.... It's been absorbing me again... I have a REALLY cool park i'm building tho u don't even know.
currently working on: I spent the morning taking screenshots for @madebysimblr but i REALLY should sit down and make thumbnails for those damn audience deco sims. lmaoooo.
I tag: everyone in the writing group server, and anyone with a letter 'r' in their IRL name 🤔
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witchy-v1xen · 2 months
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 , 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆.
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CD: HEARTS.4.HEARTSS @tiktok
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tinylittlesstuff · 5 months
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NEW 📸 || FIRST LOOK || THE CROWN
Eve Best as Carole Middleton, em @thecrownnetflix.
A 6ª temporada da série está disponível na plataforma da @netflixfilm, e a parte final que conta com a participação de Eve Best estreia em 14 de Dezembro de 2023.
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hum-suffer · 5 months
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Hi!
Jaime, Tommen and Myrcella, for the prompt “hug”?
Hellos there, dearest! Thank you for the lovely prompt!!
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Jaime creeps along the hallway, the midnight silence being the loudest noise in the hallway.
Cersei had, once again, proven to be a lying little—
As much as he loved his twin, as much as he was enamoured and endeared and absolutely whipped for her, Jaime Lannister did not appreciate left hanging without cause. He could have been easily sleeping by this time, for fuck's sake.
He pushes up the sleeves of his tunic on habit. His thumb brushes against the burn mark that stayed on the underside of his elbow for years and his breath still hitched. He purses his lips and cursed the Targaryen Dynasty once more, more than euphoric over the fact that he had all but ended the bloody fools.
The Mad King should have died before he was out of his mother's womb.
Jaime hears a whisper and a sniffle and he's instantly on alert. The dagger at his waist is unsheathed within a moment and he walks towards the sound, only to realise it's coming from behind a pillar.
He rounds the pillar in a quick step and stops short abruptly. It's Myrcella and Tommen.
Myrcella, dressed in an unbelievably beautiful saffron dress that looks like the fabric is made of magic, holds a blood stained Tommen. Jaime instantly kneels down and sheathes his dagger back. "Your highness?"
It's the first time that the address has bothered him to speak. Obviously, these children are but a result of his and Cersei's bond and they're a result of only that— a copy of him and his twin, but. But. Myrcella looks up at him with big eyes that are tearing up and a nose that is turning red, like his does when he's crying. Tommen is sobbing, hiccuping in a way that is so similar to a child Tyrion that Jaime can't help but want to wrap the boy in his arms.
"Uncle Jaime!" Myrcella wails,"Please, uncle Jaime, please, help us!"
"What's wrong, my princess?" He blinks when he sees them both wince at his voice and he barely stops himself from toppling over. He's barking at them.
Like Robert does.
His softens his voice. "Hush, my children, I apologise for scaring you. Tell me what is wrong so I can get it fixed, please."
It's only after he's finished speaking that he realises he called them his children. It's the truth, but a truth that can get them all killed— burned alive. As all truths often are, it's a truth that can cause death.
"It's Joffrey!" Tommen hiccups. "He—He killed Ser Pounce today. Father slapped him and—"
"And now he's terrorizing Tom!" Myrcella says, looking so ferocious, Jaime wonders how the fuck did anyone even believe these children to be any sorts of fucking stags. They're his. "Please, Uncle, you have to help us! Mother will never speak against Joff, she just scolded us for caring for Ser Pounce more than we care for Joff!"
So that's where she was, he notes distantly. He's somehow even more disappointed.
He doesn't know how to help these children, though. Cersei has already proven to be idiotic and Robert will only care enough to notice that he has three children intact.
But Jaime has raised Tyrion, he thinks. He has raised his younger brother. Joffrey inherited his cruelty from someone, and Jaime has never been in the habit of murdering pets so his younger brother gets progressively more upset.
It's almost like the past is repeating itself. Only, Myrcella is filling the role that Jaime had taken. It makes Jaime's heart ache, somehow. Is his daughter, his darling, his sweet, the best thing he's ever laid eyes on— is she destined for a fate as horrible as his? Unloved, uncared for, humiliated and unwanted?
Jaime pushes the thought away.
She's Myrcella, she's better. She's always going to be wanted, always loved, always cherished. He will die making sure of it if it's the last thing he does.
His children may have inherited his traits, but they will never inherit his fate.
He opens his arms slowly, feeling ridiculous. "How about you come to me and let me hold you, for now? I will see Joffrey and his behaviour, I promise that to you."
Tommen's eyebrows go up and he takes a hesitant step towards Jaime. Myrcella bites her lip but nods and takes a step as well. It's a trigger, and soon, they've taken the measly steps that cross the boundaries of uncle—niece/nephew courtesy. Tommen all but barrels into him and Jaime barely stops himself from falling on his ass.
He wraps his arms around the little boy and falls on the floor anyway to sit with his legs criss-crossed. Tommen seems to squeeze Jaime's sides with all his efforts, the child unable to reach Jaime's back. Jaime holds Tommen's head with his hand tenderly, the way he did when Cersei first placed Tommen in his arms, less than an hour after he was born.
Jaime shifts, pulls Tommen at his side completely and extends his hand to Myrcella, who'd been only clinging to the cloth of his breeches. Myrcella's lips quiver again and she launches herself in his arms.
Jaime has always run away from crying women in general unless it's Cersei, but. It's his daughter that's crying in his arms, probably regretting the family she has been born into.
The feeling of holding them in his arms feels like a privilege.
Myrcella hugs Jaime just as hard and he has his arms supporting the two of them. He's never been too well read, but this feels poetic. They will have his support, they will have his heart as their hearth. He is wholly theirs.
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Tagging: @dwijbhagat
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girl-intrigued · 11 months
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Prince Aemon(Dragonknight) 🤝🏻 Jamie Lannister
Being a Kingsguard who is in love with the Queen , who also happens to be their sister . Queen Naerys and Queen Cersei Lannister respectively.
My doomed loverboys .
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pthaloviolet · 7 months
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I haven’t been on tumblr in forever but I’m glad other girlies are absolutely consumed by asiof too!! Only 11 years after dance was released
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rpmemesbyarat · 4 months
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I don’t think your protagonist has to be relatable. I don’t think they have to be an unproblematic person (or that this even exists). I don’t think they need to be morally correct. I think they just need to be interesting. They need to be someone the reader wants to read about. They need to be doing things that keep our attention for some reason, and this can include being horrified by their actions, or enjoying what a piece of shit they are and laughing when they get their comeuppance. I can only speak for myself, but my favorite characters in a work are typically awful assholes and gleefully so; I have a real “type” in that regard. And again, while I can only speak for myself, I don’t think I’m the only one. There’s surely other people out there who like reading about happily terrible people being happily terrible and doing terrible things without remorse, and not having some noble sympathetic reason behind it at all. Just as I’m sure there are people who like characters that are so unrelatable that they’re totally alien to them, or characters that are “problematic” and still manage to do good in the world or just have an interesting story, or characters that just make shit decisions and have to deal with it. In fact, I know there are people like this, otherwise series like Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles wouldn’t be so incredibly popular, and for so long at that. And while I have never read ASIOF, I understand most of the characters there aren’t angels either. I personally have really enjoyed what I’ve read by Nabokov and Rushdie, but I can’t say I “related” to characters in their works, I just found the stories super interesting and their writing styles really enjoyable. This isn’t to say being relatable is bad in a character. It’s great, actually. It’s just not the only thing that can make a character compelling. And while being sure that you avoid things like, say, racist stereotypes and the like, the idea that your protagonist (or any character at all, in some cases) must never have a bad opinion or action, regardless of their circumstances or upbringing, and especially can never do anything bad if they’re any kind of minority or else it is Bad Representation is not only not what terms like “problematic” or “bad representation” were ever originally meant to have meant, it’s also limiting and, in its own way, actually dehumanizes your characters—-our shitty parts, after all, are a big part of our humanity! And in many cases, they’re what make us interesting!
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