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themotherofblood · 1 year

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My dear author, I know your requests are closed, but I couldn't miss the opportunity so I'm going to try my luck… If you can make an exception, I can get an inspired imagine/oneshot Daemon x Dornish reader in "tabaah ho gaye" by Shreya Ghoshal, with a lot of anguish (breaks my heart) but with a happy ending, please? (feel free to ignore and if you can't accept it I completely understand)

yes!! i’m loving all the bollywood inspired chapters. I was hoping I could use this as a part of the dragon and the dancer since y/n is a dancer and she could be ripping a solo in the mirrored palace like madhuri. Also just for the sake of the story we are gonna pretend that these girls magically know the same choreo as Y/N because we are doing things old school bollywood

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Part 2 of The Dragon and The Dancer

Daemon Targaryen x Martell! Reader

There was much bustling around the Old Palace in the past fortnight, Qoren’s nameday was upon Dorne and the celebrations as usual were to be magnificent, the Mirrored Palace was brighter yet again, every candle burning anew as sweet jasmine filled the palace; coating its walls in the sweet aroma of the flowers. It had been ten years since this palace was used, there was no joy in using it other than when you spent your nights there.

Another reason to rejoice was thrust into your hands by the gods and you simply didn’t want to linger in the misery of your loss, you provided the Sand sisters with keys; under guise that they would be performing for Qoren, along with your younger cousins of nines and tens. You step daughter Rhaena amongst the little girls, you had gotten her ghungroos of her own, made of blue cloth and light gold bells of her ankles to adjust to. She had been running a muck in her chambers, the little bells jangling as she tested her newest trinket.

You had already been dressed for hours, dressing your little cousins as they could barely standstill for more than a few moments, Rhaena’s curls were put in a puff over her head with a stringlet of dahlias, in a beautiful gold ensemble that matched yours, Baela had gone out with her father to mingle with guests arriving from all over Westeros and Essos.

You had led her out, hand in hand as her eyes wandered over to the sea of guests, many ladies approached you; to greet the newly minted wife of the rogue dragon. Many wondered what you had that they didn’t, many frowned at your colour; scoffing at your exoticness. Your husband was rather easier to spot, his striking silver hair inviting you over from a crowded room of people. You shuffled your way to him, offering more polite greeting to whomever spoke to you.

Daemon had been scowling at an envoy, sent to sway your father about the fighting in Stepstones and side with Craghas Drahar; your father had another reason to remain neutral, he wouldn’t harm your husband’s prospects for your sake but refused to side with them for old time nemesis sake. You reached near him as you followed his path of vision to lay upon a much familiar man, a man you wished you would never see again when you left his court at six and ten.

“You are going to make my men and I very happy.” His grimy fingers held your cheeks as he presented you with your own ghungroos.

You immediately intertwined your hands with Daemon’s, almost slotting yourself behind him as the old master recognized your face and gave your a filthy once over before approaching you. Daemon hadn’t quite realized what the man was looking at until the old master stopped to greet them.

“Ah, sweet Y/N. Look at how you have grown,” He gestured at your body as you partially hid behind Daemon. Given where the man had come from, it didn’t take long until Daemon out the pieces together.

“Prince Daemon!,” The old man sneered “Are you here to entertain us with your dragon?” He japed, you could see a nerve bursting in Daemon’s head as he held your hand tighter.

“Here to celebrate with my wife actually, you know. The princess of Dorne.” He gestured at you.

“I wish- wish you good luck in convincing my father, old Ser.” You gave him a practised petty smile before letting Daemon drag you along to the main hall in the Old Palace. The old master’s eyes widened as he watched you embrace Qoren and he placed a fatherly kiss upon your forehead as you wished him a happy name day.

You had found yourself in the chambers were your sisters and cousins all lounged before the performance, you informed them of your withdrawal without any reasoning before stomping to your own personal chambers. Daemon had caught up to you as he found you angrily undoing the knots of ghungroos to free yourself of them. Daemon kneeled infront you, offering to replace his stable hand with your shaky one’s as he undid the knots as you ranted your reasoning.

“I re- refuse to dance for such perverse, his entire court has seen me much bare than I am.” You sighed angrily, “I really wanted to dance for Qoren.” You pouted. Daemon found your reasoning justified as he pulled you onto his lap.

“You have the world’s time to dance for him again, you should do it when you feel ready, not when the known world thinks you are.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

That was weeks before Daemon Targaryen had decided to descend dragon fire into the Stepstones.

“Your niece’s husband has a dragon!” You reasoned in stress as Daemon prepared his dragon.

“This is the matter of my house, wife. I must fight.” He urged frustrated, hoping for you to see reason in his excursions but all you could picture was you being widowed.

“And what of me? Your daughters? Don’t you owe us your life too?” You bellowed, yanking his gloves from him. He now looked at you perturbed and the scene you were causing. He motioned you to return his gloves and you insolently refused.

“Perhaps if your father would have provided men, this wouldn’t have happened!” This time Daemon let his frustrations get the best of him as he yelled at you, yanking his gloves free from you hands.

“You know I tried!” You shook your head, hoping to fight the tears that threatened to spill.

“You should have tried harder! Or mayhaps your claim to his heart isn’t as meaningful as he poses it to be.” He snapped before existing the chambers. He too didn't want to fight this war and yet he wouldn't allow shame to loom over his brother’s name.

You followed the girls out to the beach mount, Caraxes remained idle as he waited for his rider to mount him. Baela began petting the red dragon, talking to it as if he understood every word. However Caraxes held an odd attention towards you as his giant nostrils flared as he kept sniffing at you. You couldn't quite place what he meant to do and yet pet his snout, hoping he would return your husband to unspoiled; regardless of how angry you were at him at the very moment.

Daemon embraced both his weeping girls, kneeling at their level as they pressed kisses on either side of his cheek before he kissed their foreheads. He looked at you with guilt, hoping to gorge his words from before down his stomach and hitting his head with a rock over how tactless he had been, he came to embrace you; leave you with a parting kiss and yet you pulled away. Pointing at his red dragon, demanding him to leave, he approached once more but you shook your head. Again aggressively point at his dragon.

Daemon’s guilt-ridden eyes gave the women of his life one more look as they embraced one another before Caraxes let out a shrieking whistle and whisked him to the orange clouds of dusk. Just like that he was gone.

Your anger simmered in the coming fortnight as letters began to arrive from the Stepstones, they were written in haste as stains of dirt adored the corners of the papers. He wrote for his daughters and you, making the war sound like an entertaining ballad for his daughters and yet you knew the truth of how ineffectual the dragons had been in this war. He was fighting by hand, starved and pained.

Perhaps the distance and stress for your husband began to claw at your health, you grew nauseous everytime you laid awake to brink of morning as you wondered what he would be doing, was he hurt; was he alright?

Then the universe japed at you as you sat with Maesters, your stomach could barely keep down anything you were eating and as of last fortnight, your handmaidens began behaving oddly up until when they dragged you to the Maester’s chambers.

“Mayhaps two moons princess,” He exclaimed as he washed his hands “Shall I call for your father?”

You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, shaking your head as you realized the night conception. Qoren’s nameday.

More letters were shared between Daemon and you, yet you hid your condition from him; you knew if you told him he would evade his sense of strategy and begin recklessly tearing through people to end the war, with no adhere consequence of his own mortality. The fighting turned dirty as more Velaryon men lost their lives.

You had confessed your pregnancy to your father as you lounged with him at the beach, he had been elated; far too ready to throw yet another extravagant feast and you refused. Urging for him to hold off until your husband returns and not to mention this to anyone else. Perhaps they would figure it out as your belly grew but for now you needed to tell Qoren just to alleviate the gnawing sense of doom in your heart.

Then the letters grew less frequent, muddier and rushed as he professed his love over and over again. Every time you would wish upon them and burn the letters, praying he be returned to you whole. Until a moon turned and his letters stopped entirely, within the three moons he had left, you had never felt the kind of dread you had felt in the moment when the Maester informed you of no letters.

You fought your hasty beating heart, quarrelling for it to stop, to let you breathe normally for just a moment. You rummaged through your chests, hoping to find your ghungroos. For just a while you needed to escape this fear, it was the only thing that would protect your child from yourself. You hurried towards the Mirrored Palace.

The doors had been wide open as echoes of girls giggling and talking were heard from within the main hall, you didn't care to usher them out. You just needed to dance. You had opened the palace for the girls to dance in, it was a shame to keep such a place locked away when it was built with much love for your mother.

Your sisters saw you approach looking troubled, they understood why and sympathized. Some of them caught onto your growing belly during the last turn of the moon. Others figured it out from how you refused to eat certain foods that were once your favourites. Many figured with the four months remaining of your pregnancy, any wife would grow paranoid about their husband’s absence.

“Care to join us, dear sister,” Aliandra spoke up, shushing all your Sand sisters in the process. You didn't say a word, just nodded as your handmaiden helped you tie the ribbons in your ghungroos. Your sisters, with Baela and Rhaena had spent a better part of an hour; arguing over which song to dance over. They knew a few pieces that your mother had taught them and yet everyone had their favourites.

You simply walked to the middle, shrugging your shawl off to not have it in your way, you needed to dance, free-hearted and unabashed. They all awaited, letting you pick the song out of courtesy in your distressed state. You let out a wavering sigh before tucking your right leg behind the left.

Your sweet voice let out the first line of the song, and the master of musical arts and his entourage immediately recognized the song. The strings played their part as a melancholic tune echoed the marble in the palace.

A war widow’s prayer, a macabre choice in tunes and yet far too fitting to portray what it is you were battling within. It called for the safe return of her husband, how she offered her life to the gods for the safe keeping of her husband. Your sisters looked at one another before joining you at the center, all of your ghungroos created a melodic jangle as you danced as one. Rhaena remained seated, still unaware of this piece.

The flute chimed in, calling for the joyous days between Daemon and you, you closed your eyes envisioning the afternoons you had lounged on a sailboat as his daughters swam in the sea. The second verse forces you to remember the sheer aura that drove you toward him, the adoration you held toward him that scared you to the core, praying that your own envy of his essence wouldn't reflect as ill will.

You turned, and so did your sisters; making your skirts flare out in unison. You had to stop for a moment, your singing choked in a sob, as the words whimpered out of your mouth. The colours of your sisters' dresses blurred within the tears pooling past your eyes, they kept dancing knowing better than to not let you feel the anguish you were in.

You recalled your arguement, you hadn't let him kiss you when he left. It couldn't be the last time you kissed him, it simply couldn't. You refused to let that fight be the last of your conversation; even if you had to travel to the Stepstones yourself. There was one thing evident in the last three moons is how incapable of pure joy you were without him. A piece of your heart, packaged in the belongings that he took with him.

Your feet began to ache, from the change in your body due to babe but also how hard you landed on the footwork. The last verse past the bridge echoed across the walls, the notes of your siren-like voice called for far more spectators as you laid your emotions out on the floor, he needed to be okay- he had to be okay. As the last beats of percussion led to the crescendo of footwork, a foot soldier stopped at the gates of the Mirrored Palace, whispering something in your hand maiden’s ear, Her eyes widened as she ran inside, looking toward your dancing figure.

You paused in the middle, everyone still finishing the piece around you, she whispered something to your daughters who ran out of the palace. The shock in her eyes filled your stomach with dread as you walked past your dancing sisters, the thud of ghungroos as you took hastily walked towards the main gates, rubbing at your swollen stomach; far too afraid that if you lost your husband your body would force you to lose this last part of him too.

“Please don't be dead.”

You stopped right by the doors, far too afraid to witness what was behind them. You patted your tummy, taking deep breaths as the knights stationed by the door opened them at your approach. There kneeled Daemon, head buried between his daughters’ shoulders as he engulfed them in his giant arms, you stood atop the stairs as tears of relief replaced the ones of anguish from moments before.

You hurried down the stairs, stopping merely a few feet away from him, praying that he was real. He looked up, face still spotted with specks of soot and dirt; his hair chopped much shorter as he wore a crown made of bone. His lips widened in a smile, a soft smile as he took sympathy to your tears. You threw yourself at him, sobbing the moment his arms wrapped around your shaking body.

“I thought- I thought.” You stammered still sobbing as he held your face in his hands “Your letters stopped and there was no news Daemon.” He nodded, letting your emotions pour out of you “I thought you were dead.” You wailed. He lifted you hand to his thudding heart inside his chest

“See, not dead,” He wiped your tears “I’m here, I’m here.” He cooed as his daughters also wrapped themselves around you and him. You caressed Baela’s hair as you felt her rubbing your arm.

You finally calmed down enough to pull apart, most of your emotions were to be blamed on something Daemon was unaware of, until he pulled back to give you an adoring once-over. His eyes stopped at your middle, letting his hand trail to the soft yet firm swell of your belly. It was unapparent from the fullness of your skirt at first glance but his eyes shot to you, a thousand questions looming behind those purple eyes.

“Five moons now,” You informed him, still sniffling as you smiled wider at his shock.

“Healthy?” He asked, still unable to grasp that there was a child within you.

“Healthy.” You nodded, Daemon’s eyes remained fixated on your middle before he engulfed you once more, picking you off your feet and twirled you around. You shrieked.

Daemon had not only returned victorious despite his brother's shunning and misjudgements but also returned to become a father to three children. There was much preparation to be done since he planned to take his wife to the king's landing, and use the celebrations of his great victory as a momentous event to introduce his wife, and now oncoming child to the court. Just as he had his twin daughters.

That night a steaming bath was prepared for the prince to wash himself of the muck and grime from all the fighting. It has only been mere hours since he learned of your pregnancy and had already begun the chicken mothering, he insisted that you lay in bed until he was done, before that he scolded you for bending to untie your ghungroos and anklets, kneeling down himself to undo them. You, however, as little defiant as ever followed after him to the bath.

He dropped his robe, giving you a full view of his back and the newest burns coating his left side. You gasped making him turn and scowl at you. “What did I say about going to bed?”

You shrugged the subject entirely, frowning at the gashes and stabs of arrows on his body. Your feelings bubbled up to a precipice yet again as your bottom lip wobbled. This time you scowled at him, pushing him towards the bath before dropping your own sleep shift to the ground.

Whatever Daemon was mildly irked over just moments before absolutely abandoned his mind, his eyes took in your bare body, the swell of your breasts and your prominent belly. He had no choice but to cave as you joined him in the bath, shuffling to straddle his legs as you gently washed at his wounds. He hissed out loud making you flinch your hand away.

The frown on your face was all too adorable as he chuckled at your reaction, he had lost feeling to the burned side of his shoulder long before and yet the concern on your face for a devious man like him made him melt behind his demeanour. One thing he knew for sure, was that after this bath, with no mind to the injuries that still caused him discomfort, he was going to ravage your swelling body like a beast gone feral on a full moon.

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endlessxrealities · 1 year

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@lunaconstantinerp (Aegon II Targaryen)

Historians would surely say Laurenya Velaryon was like any other Lady of the crown’s lineage.. but those from her time, who truly knew of her feats, were aware of just how similar she was to the women who’d birthed her.

Her mother Rhaenyra Targaryen; a fierce dragon rider, a hunter, her love for her family, her will to protect them. Even her grandmother Rhaenys, could be seen within her soul. Sharp with her tongue when needed.. intelligent beyond one’s appearance.

Though perhaps it was just luck that Lauren had been the one to intercept the particular raven that morning.

‘𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃, 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓁𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒽𝑜𝓎𝓃𝒶𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑀𝑒𝓃, 𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝒜𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃, 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇.’ The parchment had read.

Knowing what this meant, and what would surely conspire upon her mother and father-by-law learning of this.. Lauren sent the raven away, and kept the parchment to herself. She knew there was only a matter of time until the news spread organically... but the more time she could gain to act, the better..

There were no witnesses to the girl fleeing Dragonstone that late evening.. mounted upon her dragon, Caersys, and heading for Kings Landing.

#v; a dance of dragons #lunaconstantinerp #lunaconstantinerp rp #hotd rp #hotd rp aegon

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velcryons · 2 months

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independent, low activity house velaryon multimuse from george rr martin's a song of ice and fire. may contain triggering content, 21+, written by els

#ooc ;#self promotions ;#asoiaf rp #got rp #hotd rp #fantasy rp

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hotdrhaemon · 2 years

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Today we will find out what Rhaenyra calls Daemon after marriage.

....Uncle

Husband

Or just Daemon?

Husband on the streets, Uncle on the sheets.

Emma's such a daddy

#hotdcentral #hotdsource #house of the dragon #hotd season 1 #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd rp #the house of the dragon #hotd #hotd cast #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon prince #princess rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra #emma darcy #matt smith

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skyminsworld · 6 days

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Stray Kids as Game Of Thrones/House Of The Dragon houses

Bang chan -House Stark

Lee Know -House Lannister

Changbin -House Greyjoy

Hyunjin -House Arryn

Han -House Tyrell

Felix -House Targaryen

Seungmin -House Baratheon

Jeongin -House Martell

All -House Tully

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rphunter · 24 days

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hi!

about me: she/her, 25+ and looking for writing partners that are at least 20/21 years old for my own comfort. i predominantly write female presenting characters, but i do have a lot of male presenting ones too. i'd like to write threads that are 300+ words. i do pre-plotting only in order to get into the character. i write on discord only.

fandoms: i've got so many, but the ones i'm currently interested in writing are: the last of us, asoiaf/got/hotd, harry potter (especially marauders or next gen), anything 80s themed (the lost boys, for example!), buffy the vampire slayer, spider-verse to name a few.

fandomless ideas: pirates/mermaids, tattoo artists, band members, medieval fantasy, apocalyptic, anything supernatural or fantasy.

ships: comfortable doing any gender dynamic, but i'm new to mxm (and ftmxm, mtfxf and mtfxm) but happy to give it a go! i'm also open to poly ships, but that is also something new to me. i like it a little dark and twisted, but fluffy and cute is good too (from time to time), so enemies to lovers is definitely my favourite trope or one of the parties being overly protective. i don't mind doing reasonable age gaps either.

types of ships: like i said, enemies to lovers. best friends to lovers. fake dating. grumpy x sunshine. HOWEVER, i'm absolutely not limited to romantic ships so familiar, enemies, friends or anything else is also fine with me!

types of plots: i'm open to pretty much anything. like i said with the ships, i enjoy dark and twisted. a very thoughtout plot. i do like including dealing with trauma in my characters/plots, but if the topics are in any way triggering to you, they can be absolutely left out! as long as we're both having fun, i'm happy.

it is very important to me that me and my writing partner bounce off each other as it helps me get involved into our characters and plots, so i will be messaging you a lot, keep that in mind! i love sharing aesthetics (pinterest, playlists, etc) of our muses/ships.

please, if you're interested in writing with me, give this a like and i will pop into your dms <3

#archivedkillr #the last of us roleplay #got roleplay #asoiaf roleplay #hotd roleplay #harry potter roleplay #the lost boys roleplay #buffy the vampire slayer roleplay #spider verse roleplay #the last of us rp #got rp #asoiaf rp #hotd rp #harry potter rp #the lost boys rp #buffy the vampire slayer rp #spider verse rp #oc roleplay #oc rp

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prpfs · 1 month

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hi! 18+ only! 🕷️

i’d love a partner(s) that wants to talk outside of rp as well because i love headcanons, sharing pinterest boards, playlists, and just general gushing over our characters/plots.

i do write both males & females, but i have more experience writing females(and nb). currently writing males for doubles! i also love oc x cc pairings in an established universe (i.e. harry potter, teen wolf, GOT, bg3 and many more! just ask and i’ll let you know!).

oc x oc i was thinking maybe some 🕊️ with maybe stalking, age gap, stepcest, and more.

fandoms! (characters listed are ones i want to write against)

teen wolf: stiles, void stiles

game of thrones: jon, robb, the hound, jaime

house of the dragon: daemon, aemond, aegon.

marvel: peter parker, loki

stranger things: eddie, billy

the maze runner: thomas

baldur’s gate 3: astarion, halsin, karlach, gale

harry potter: sirius, remus, draco, lucius, regulus.

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#teen wolf rp #game of thrones rp #got rp #marvel rp #hotd rp #stranger things rp #bg3 rp #harry potter rp #the maze runner rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #1x1 rp #dead dove

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synodicbeauty · 2 months

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astralis. nineteen, est, she her. hello! this is where i search for long-term writing partners to roleplay on discord; in private servers for organization. below is information regarding my fandoms, roleplay style, what i’m looking for & more! this roleplay ad is always open unless specifically stated otherwise!

my roleplay style / what to expect from me! literate to novella, lowercase, third person, past tense, multi-muse & ship, character-driven, plot-centric. fandom roleplays only, no tupperbot. i reply at least once a day, though i enjoy talking ooc consistently. expect fandom-appropriate violence & potentially dark, mature & dead dove themes. i have a huge love for shipping: canon / canon, canon / oc, oc / canon m / f, f / f & m / m; trans portrayals are welcome! i prefer around a 80-20 / 70-30 plot smut ratio. i write a variety of canon & original muses. i love to ramble about the story and i’m huge on worldbuilding, creating lore and headcanons, making ocs just for the roleplay, etc!

what i’m looking for! i would like those i write with to be somewhat active, as i am very active myself; both in writing and ooc. however, i am very communicative and i know life gets busy. talking ooc, sharing fics, making pinterest boards, etc, are all very dear to me. let’s be friends! i don’t want to write with someone who only writes women, mxf, or bottoms.

fandoms! avatar, blue eye samurai, call of duty: ghosts, greek mythology, dc, house of the dragon, invincible, marvel’s spider-verse saga, overwatch, percy jackson and the olympians / heroes of olympus, rwby, star wars, transformers, voltron: legendary defender.

if this interests you, feel free to like this post or message me. my carrd has more information about my writing style & ocs, please check it out! limits, basic overview of ocs and ships, etc, can be discussed here before we move to discord!

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endlessxrealities · 1 year

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@lunaconstantinerp (Aemond Targaryen)

To say there was tension in the air of the Red Keep would be an understatement. Since the very moment Rhaenyra and her family returned to the shores of Kings Landing, surely all present held their breath; expecting the worst.

The family having come to secure claim of Driftmark for Lucerys Velaryon; third born child, second born son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, and her late husband, Laenor Velaryon, and no other man, should such a suggestion cost you your head. The matter had been quickly - and fatally - dealt with.. their cousin Vaemond, who’d objected to the succession, now dragon feast, and the house of the dragon once more brought together for a shared meal.

Laurenya, preferably called Lauren; second born of Rhaenyra and Laenor, only daughter of the Princess, had initially been rather excited to see the others after so long. Her aunt Helaena, and her had been rather close growing up together. Now, even a blind man could see how close the two sides were to skirmish.

Perhaps ignorant to this fact, but not without hope of reconcile, was the King Viserys.. Lauren’s grand-sire. The whole of Westeros could see the old man’s illness was taking him closer and closer to the gods each day. The man could barely even stand.. and yet, he rose from his seat at the table..

“It both, gladdens my heart... and fills me, with sorrow... to see these faces around the table.” He began; all eyes finding him, all eyes showing a sense of heartache for the man’s pain, despite his flaws. “.. you have grown so distant in the years past.”

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mrglynncarney · 10 months

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He got moves lol❤️

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vis3rys · 2 months

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𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. ℜ𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔞 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫.

Viserys iii Targaryen revised and au written by cali from george r.r. Martin’s a song of ice and fire.

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reinerose · 9 days

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𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥. 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢, 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔬𝔬.

Queen Margaery Tyrell from George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and HBO's Game of Thrones with headcanon based and divergencies. written by cali.

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫'𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔰, 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔗𝔶𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩'𝔰? 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔶 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩.

#asoiaf indie #asoiaf rp #got indie #got rp #hotd indie #hotd rp

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denydefeat · 5 months

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“Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying.”

#hotd rp #got rp #asoiaf rp #star wars rp #sw rp #ouat rp #disney rp #thg rp #the hunger games rp #indie rp #self promo / on your own kid #[ i almost posted this with a typo on the promo that would have been so on brand ]

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