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#he's not a prince by blood
taconafide2 · 2 years
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kaeya is still so suspicious to me that box in a wall told us SO MUCH but also not enough. So he's not of royal blood but his first constellation is still called 'excellent blood'. the alberich clan tries to not leave any traces of it's existence. Everyone who thinks he's just 'some guy' after this is so incredibly wrong
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sweetvillainjude · 2 months
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There’s something so raw about the image of Cardan with his sleeves rolled up washing the blood off Jude’s hands, after he’s ruined his velvet jacket to stop her bleeding. It’s one of the moments where we clearly see how much he cares for her. He wouldn’t let the guards touch her, despite—from his perspective—not having any way of knowing she wasn’t there to kill him. On top of that, he declares to the palace crowd that Jude is the rightful Queen of Elfhame, who is not in exile, stunning everyone. And then later tells Jude that he had been terrified, not of her but for her.
“It was terrifying,” he says, “watching you fall.”
“Mortals are fragile,” I say. “Not you,” he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. “You never break.”
Jurdan are wild because they may not have been able to verbalise what they felt for each other, nor even admit it to themselves, but it showed through their actions anyway.
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proximacalamity · 8 months
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rotating him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken
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lovl3igh · 23 days
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"according to the law aegon should be the king" according to the law aegon should have been castrated and sent to the wall
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sctumsempra · 17 days
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it has been. 15 years and i’m STILL sad they deleted this scene. it’s so pretty and he’s so pretty and they axed it for What reason
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montyluvsjasper · 26 days
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Jonsa fans write 1000+ post of all the foreshadowing of Jonsa.
Jon and Sansa are structured in the story as the romantic leads respectively. Even Sansa antis have admitted the extreme parallels between Jon and “Alayne”. Jon Snow literally has dreams about burning people and thinks it's the most vile thing possible. Sansa wished/prayed for a strong knight to kill Janos Slynt, and Jon’s the one to do it. Jon dies trying to save who he thinks is Arya Stark.
No I don't care about your wolf howl, your blue rose or your Targaryen restoration.
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rubysparx · 5 months
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im a fan of this guy
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also these guys too or whatever;
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(do not repost, click for a little more quality!)
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iamnmbr3 · 3 months
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So...what I'm getting from this is that Draco is canonically gay. Like that is the only explanation for this sentence.
Given that the obvious answer for why Draco might be sneaking off alone with some girls while everyone is busy doesn't come up, either everyone in the whole school knows Draco is gay (actually pretty supported by the text since no one else suggests he could be slipping off for romantic reasons)
OR Harry assumes everyone knows that Draco is gay because he doesn't realize that he's spent 6 years learning everything there is to know about Draco Malfoy while other people had normal hobbies (so much funnier)
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mangoshibi · 3 months
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Countdown Au: ( Intro <- here )
Part 4: DANCE DANCE!!!!
[ part 3 / part 5 ]
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zeiinep · 1 year
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prince priss having a little drink
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drakaripykiros130ac · 1 month
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Still can’t get over the fact that Alys Rivers tried to seduce Daemon first and failed.
Then, she moved on to a weaker copycat version of him. And while he was keeping her like a sex slave/prize for having taken Harrenhal, she was manipulating him perfectly well.
That’s just some info for those who still have the nerve to say that Aemond is better than Daemon. Lol.
Prince Daemon Targaryen, son of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, royal Consort, wielder of Dark Sister, rider of Caraxes, Prince of the City, Lord Flea Bottom and King of the Narrow Sea cannot be compared to the eye-patch wannabe.
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basiatlu · 7 months
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Day 18: Stuffed
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“Smell ya later, Snivellus!!”
A few years before Snape became the resident Office Goth at Hogwarts.
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canisalbus · 6 months
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Almost forgot to look at the tags in that Giordano post, I'm glad that Cardinals being higher than Archbishops was something you mentioned, and that I was remem that fact correctly :). And I love that Machete surpasses someone who thought him to be a "good for nothing". Go white boy go!
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kaosgrimkarnate · 1 month
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My BG3 dark urge bard, Vasarra, as a companion!
If you let him give in to the urges, he eventually breaks up with you.
Vasarra is a lot like Astarion in the sense that he tries to ensure his survival by appealing to Tav. Ironically, I think if he was a companion he would not get along with Astarion initially (because they'd be rivals in trying to get Tav's attention for survival). He does eventually learn to find more things about himself outside of his urges, which is hard for him because he initially leans HARD into them. (In my playthrough, it was literally Astarion who made him question if there was more to him than his instincts.)
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feyhunter78 · 1 year
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"You Know Other Men??"
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So I based this off that one incorrect HOTD quote that goes:
Reader: "You are the most jealous man I know."
Aemond: "You know other men??"
You ran your hands through your hair, beyond frustrated, as you watched Aemond clean the blood from his sword. You had not been married for very long, but your courtship had been nearly a year, so you believed you understood Aemond’s moods quite well. Clearly you were mistaken.
“You seem upset, dear wife.” He remarked, glancing up at you, blood splattered across his face.
“Upset? Do I really?” You asked mockingly, your voice high-pitched and strained.
“Yes, you are doing that thing where you smile, but you are actually quite angry.” He said, a mischievous smile on his perfectly pink lips.
You want to strangle him, you want to kiss him, gods perhaps you would do both. “You did not have to kill Lord Edwin.”
Aemond raised an eyebrow. “You are my wife, it is my duty to defend your honor.”
“He was merely informing me that my skirt had been torn.” You protested; eyes wide in disbelief.
Aemond finished cleaning his sword and set it on a nearby table, turning fully to face you. “Why was he looking near your skirts at all? He was aware you were a married woman; his eyes should not linger below your chin.”
It’s maddening how good he looks covered in blood, and you have to restrain yourself from grabbing him and dragging him back to your shared chambers.
“He was being kind. Just like Sir Dorin, Lord Balter and that barkeep in Fleabottom, all were merely being kind.”
Aemond stepped closer to you, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Sir Dorin was clearly lusting after you, I caught Lord Balter pawing at your bodice, and that barkeep was intentionally trying to get you intoxicated so that he could have his vile ways with you.”
“Sir Dorin was assigned to protect me, Lord Balter was simply admiring my necklace, which he intended to purchase a duplicate of for his betrothed, and the barkeep was only giving me drinks because you were paying for them.” You counted off the explanations on your fingers, eyes fixed on Aemond.
His smoldering gaze was slowly chipping at your anger, and when his hand came up to grasp your waist, fingers splayed, your breathing picked up.
“I hear no reason for why they should have lived.” He said simply, dipping his head, his nose brushing along your cheek, voice low and vibrating through you.
“Aemond.” You sputtered, flabbergasted at the way he could so easily circumvent your words while smoothly disarming your anger with the barest touch.
“Y/N.” He purred, lips brushing against yours. “Do not be angry with me, sweet wife, I cannot help but be protective. You are so beautiful, and I know if you were married to another, I would stop at nothing to steal you away from him.”
Your face was hot, your resolve all but crumbling, as you felt yourself lean into his touch. “How far would you go for me, my love?”
Aemond’s hand gently cupped the back of your neck, lips against yours as he spoke. “I would kill for you, y/n, you know this. You have seen this.”
You toyed with the lapels of his coat. “But if I was not yours, what would you do?”
He meshed his lips fully with yours in a searing kiss, the hand on your waist like a vice grip, as he skillfully took you under the taste of mint on his tongue, so unique and so Aemond. Ever the man of duty, he was always presentable, always in perfect condition. Never did you find his appearance unpleasant, even now when he was covered in an innocent man’s blood, you craved his skin against yours, pushing yourself flush against him, uncaring if your dress got ruined.
“I would hunt you and your husband down, captivate you with my words and actions, take you to my chambers and make you see stars over and over until you forgot your wretched husband ever existed.” He said, pressing heated kisses to your skin.
“But I would still be married.” You reminded him.
“I would take you in front of your husband, let him see how his wife writhes on my cock, how she begs for the pleasure only I can give her.” He growled.
You whimpered at his words and squeezed your thighs together.
He smirked, his fingers caressing your clothed side, gently creating a confusing mix of emotions to bubble within you. “Then after you finished, babbling my name, too cockdrunk to form a proper sentence, I would make sure he saw as I seeded you. Make him watch as I ensure that my son takes root within you.”
“Yes,” you breathed out, hand fisted in his tunic. Your chest brushed against his as your breathing turned rapid, your pupils blown wide with lust.
“Then I would kill him, feed him to Vhagar and bring you home.” He finished, pressing a sweet kiss to your clavicle.
You blink in confusion as he pulls away, an unbothered expression on his face. “I think you are the most jealous man I know.” You said, hand still clinging to his tunic.
Aemond hummed lowly, his eye roaming your face. “You know other men?”
You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his chest. “As if you did not know. Their blood is on your sword, dear husband.”
“Better their blood on my sword, then their hands upon your skin.” He responded, shrugging as he fought back a smile.
“You are insufferable.” You said, shrieking with laughter when he swept you into his arms and kissed you.
“And you are lovely.” He said, connecting your lips once more, you both smiling into the kiss.
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lupuslikethewolf · 8 months
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something something daemon was sixteen when alyssane made him marry something something he was uprooted from his home and forced to live in an entirely new kingdom with someone he hated and who hated him back something something every time he did something that viserys didn't like he was kicked out of the only home he had and sent away something something daemon fought for viserys but viserys never fought for daemon something something daemon has targaryen daughter syndrome
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