[aprincesstoo]

independent & private rhaenys nymeros targaryen primarily set in an alternate universe where she survives the attempt on her life. headcanon based and placed in the universe of the books. loved by kore ( she / they, 21+ )

a study in: grief and survivor’s guilt, a princess in hiding.

due to the nature of her story, heavy triggers will be present including but not limited to, mentions of violence against children, mentions of sexual assault, depictions of ptsd, depression and anxiety.

side: @tornadotwin ( dawn west allen )

rules below the cut.

muse ≠ character — my muse’s feelings on your character / characters in general do not equal my own feelings, and I reserve the right to have my muse react however I deem is the most in line with how I believe she would react in that situation. and your muse is more then welcome to react in turn however you see fit. even if the outcome is antagonistic, I want the dynamics that I build on this blog to flow naturally, for better or for worse, whether that makes her a new friend, or a new enemy.

though i am very happy to and more then willing to plot and write platonic dynamics with her, romantic shipping is not at all going to be a priority on this account.

my activity level does not equal my interest level. I am neurodivergent and my activity level varies, and there are some days where I will write a lot, and others when I will not write anything and it never means I don’t want to interact, it just means that I’m finding it difficult to summon the spoons on that exact day. I do plan on getting to everything that I owe, I only ask that you please be patient with me. I do try to kickstart interactions by sending memes to new or old mutuals, and sending a quick im to let it be known I am very much in interested in plotting.I am on discord, but if that isn’t an option for you, or it isn’t something you are comfortable with I am more then willing to keep up a conversation on tumblr ims. you are never under any obligation to match lengths with me. I am fully understanding of the fact that I tend to write a lot, and it’s just a thing that I need to do get the muse going, and it’s never something that I expect in turn.

if I follow you, and you’re not in my fandom, I want to write with you. different universes are my very favorite thing, and I will make a verse for you in your world so we can write there together or i can help you create one in asoiaf, or we can write in a whole other world together — as long as we’re both having fun and we create something beautiful together, it does not matter where we set it. for rhaenys I have a dc verse, a general fantasy verse, and an iwtv verse thus far but i am more then willing to make a verse for your fandom.

no racism, homophobia, zionism, transphobia, xenophobia or bigotry of any kind will be tolerated. if you whitewash your characters that are heavily alluded to / are outright confirmed to be characters of color you will be blocked it costs nothing to be respectful to one another.

it costs nothing to be kind to one another. you have the right to curate your space in a manner in which you feel safe in, and as do I. if you feel the need to break mutuals with me for any reason, all I ask is that you hard block me instead, so I know that it isn’t tumblr’s doing and accidentally make things uncomfortable for the both of us.

[mcflymemes]

"I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for remaining good despite it all, adjust as necessary

they've suffered enough.

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer... and yet i'm still standing.

the world can keep knocking me down, but i'll get back up.

i don't give up.

i just want to live a peaceful life.

i don't want conflict.

there were nicer ways to ask that, you know.

i don't want to hurt anybody.

i still don't hate you.

i want peace at all costs.

if you would only try and see the world from my point of view.

i don't want to fight with you.

things always get better.

this isn't the end.

you have to stand tall.

the world is cruel, but i won't be.

i believe in you. i always have.

my morals are firm.

there's no harm in a little kindness.

just be gentle with them.

i mean well.

there's too much pain in this world. i don't intend to add to it.

i don't want to fight anyone.

don't you believe in yourself?

i'm not leaving them.

there is enough hate in this world.

i try to lead with love.

it's the right thing to do.

this doesn't have to end in violence.

why don't we talk this through?

maybe he's having a bad day.

i'm going to try again.

there has to be another way to do this.

this isn't the time to quit.

i've seen too many things go wrong. this has to go right.

i'm not giving up just yet.

kindness is not weakness.

you can do better than that.

i try to see the good in everyone.

you can't just give up!

you're a special person.

i deserve better than this.

you deserve happiness.

it costs nothing to be kind.

there's no need to be so mean.

if only you could see yourself the way i see you.

it's still a beautiful day.

there's always tomorrow.

are you asking me to quit?

tomorrow will be better.

you didn't mean that, did you?

maybe we should talk this out.

i will always choose to be kind.

despite everything, i just want to be good.

i do my best to see the good in everyone, no matter what.

you didn't have to do that.

that wasn't very nice.

do you have to be so rude?

a nice word goes a long way.

try smiling at them. see what happens.

you could try being nicer.

i deserve a happy ending.

don't beat yourself up.

don't talk about yourself like that.

i see the goodness in you.

life is truly beautiful.

[aprincesstoo]

I HAVE SEEN WHAT THE DARKNESS DOES, say goodbye to who i was.

RHAENYS NYMEROS TARGARYEN. + THE SURVIVAL AU.

[aprincesstoo]

@mayregina : do they keep old letters, objects, or tokens they can’t throw away?

i think rhaenys' view on it is that if she keeps it in good enough condition it is not old. like if she cleans something, if she keeps those letters or tokens in a box to prevent them from getting any sort of environmental damage, they're not old things, that warrant throwing away, they are memories, that are worthy of being preserved - and as long as she preserves those memories she won't lose them, even when the physical form of the memory fades. she feels that way in any universe, but in her main survival au, she becomes very meticulous as to the preservation of her things ( it is a repetitive motion, an instinctual state of being that was in itself a comfort to her for many years. like as a three year old child, the maintenance of the material world around her, and making sure that everything was where she had placed it, gave a similar sensation of comfort and stability that a child that small might derive from a baby blanket )

she was not even a three year old child when she lost everything. she lost her mother, she lost her father, she lost her brother, she lost the right to use her own name freely without fear of danger. she lost her status, she had, at that point long lost the sensation of being in a safe home being held hostage by her grandfather. the foundation of stability and security that most children rely upon for emotional regulation was ripped from her solidly by about three weeks before she turned three. she is very reluctant to let anything go, and she justifies it to herself by making certain that everything is kept in good enough condition that there is no NEED to throw it away. she doesn't feel like she needs to acknowledge the fact that she does feel legitimate fear at the prospect of throwing away things that she's had for a while because they're usable.

rhaenys was not able to keep anything from her old life save for her father rhaegar's ring. a nondescript piece of iron that she had worn on a cord when she was attacked, that she still wears around her neck to this day on a silver chain that she has had to elongate over the years as she grew, that she's rarely ever taken off since, that she often fidgets with, and that she makes sure is polished and shining, so that no one with the exception of an experienced metal worker could possibily ever guess the age of the ring. she knows that it would likely be safer to throw away any sort of keepsake from her dad that she might have but she's ? she can't even really remember his face, she remember snippets of his voice. the only things that she can really remember of him are his eyes, his smile, songs, so many songs.

the melodies that her father composed are on repeat in her brain, they fill her dreams along with the images of the ruins of the castle summerhall, though she cannot place a name on the location she's seeing for many years before she travels there herself. she sees them, and she sees the spider on so many nights. it begins to feel like its own keepsake, and one that no one can ever reach, and that in itself makes the dream become very dear to her. it is, essentially all that she's ever wanted. some thing that is a consistent, something that cannot be ripped from her grasp because it exists within the confines of her mind. even if it does leave her with more questions then answers in regards to her sire, and it continues to leave her with the feeling that there IS so much more to the story, and it exacerbates the heaviness of which his memory weighs so consistently on her - it also leaves her with the feeling there is a truth that exists that she cannot reach, it is still a tether to him.

it's still something stronger then the material that she's had no choice but to content herself with and hope to be at least part of the way comforted by. it at least makes him feel real to her. it makes him feel as though he existed and she isn't just imparting memories onto this piece of metal that was never really owned by him at all because that is such a person thing to do. people own rings and westeros has taken hold of the idea of rhaegar targaryen and made him into a myth. he's the tragic prince who was willing to die for the women he loved, he's the subject of a million songs, he's - to her it feels like she's attempting to claim being the child of florian the fool in their world, and some fictional character in ours. like, the questions commingled with the weight, the lack of personal memory that she has of him, it makes her feel so far away from him, that the tie that exists between the two of them is something that there is a level of insecurity about claiming. she's not entirely happy with the material as sources of comfort because she has little in the way of attachment to her truth.

there's so little that exists that is a remnant of rhaenys targaryen. all of it is rhaella sand. there's comfort in the physical of what she has in dorne, yes, but there is also a lot of melancholy. because like she's built a life, and it's hers, but it isn't hers. it's built from the ashes of who she was, an identity that she has little in the way of reclaiming. her material objects have built the foundations of her house back together from the ashes. but the walls still tremble and threaten to fall all over again when she remembers that all of it is gone, and she cannot mourn in public. like it is everything, it is meaningless. it is comfort and security and it is ? it is momentary comfort but nothing helps. nothing really soothes, nothing works to make anything make sense.

i think she gives away what she cannot see a reason to keep, or a use to necessitate keeping. she throws absolutely nothing away. like, she got rid of her toys eventually from childhood and gave them to the younger sand snakes. the things that she's kept from when she was like, five on, are like. the charms on every piece of jewelry that she's been given since she's arrived in dorne, for both namedays and otherwise, and she keeps them in a little box upon a high shelf in her chambers - that she can look at, when she wants to. she keeps anything that she has been given that belonged to the elia before coming to kings landing. she keeps hair ribbons, rings, bracelets, necklaces, pieces that if she can't wear them when she's given them she keeps to grow into.

she has plenty of things that keep the memory of elia alive, it's just ? before her. it was before she married her father, before she had rhaenys and aegon. she doesn't have anything of the elia that was her mother, so like, the items are a comfort, but they aren't the exact sort of comfort that she needed when she was younger because they are to her, unfamiliar. she longed for things of elia's to keep that she saw her wearing. as she gets older, they do grow to become a comfort for her, because she has the familiarity of them being her things now, while also having the knowledge that they had belonged to elia once. it grows in time, in a way that it isn't at first.

[canirove]

Robin Hood (2025-) | s01e01 | 2/?

[aprincesstoo]

my sister elia had a little girl as well. her name was rhaenys. she was a princess too. ( why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones ? )

independent & private rhaenys nymeros targaryen. loved by kore ( she / they, 21+ )

[mirandahamilton]

Everything is there. Names, dates, places, amounts…

[resourcesinblue]

fire & blood.

the following prompts were taken from fire & blood by george r. r. martin, a history of the targaryen family of a song of ice & fire as told by historians within the setting, with various accounts being given in order to tell the tales of aegon’s conquest, the reigns of maegor the cruel & jahaerys the wise, the dance of the dragons, & more. some prompts have been lightly edited for roleplaying suitability. please note ― these prompts may include mentions of blood, violence, war, death, mutilation & other things some might find upsetting. feel free to change pronouns & prompts as you see fit !

❛ those who took up arms against me will be thrown down, & humbled, & destroyed. ❜

❛ some say that you play with poisons & dabble in dark sorceries. ❜

❛ when the sun sets, your line shall end. ❜

❛ you may take my castle, but you will win only bones & blood & ashes. ❜

❛ i will come again, [ name ], & the next time i shall come with fire & blood. ❜

❛ you are not wanted here. return at your peril. ❜

❛ it was said that the waters between the islands were so choked with corpses that krakens appeared by the hundreds, drawn by the blood. ❜

❛ you have come as an envoy under a banner of peace & will suffer no harm under my roof. ❜

❛ a [ lord / lady ] should know the land [ he / she ] rules. ❜

❛ even with that sword in your hand, you are only one person, & i cannot always be with you. ❜

❛ your guards are slow & lazy. i could have killed you as easily as i cut you. you require better protection. ❜

❛ you will not disgrace yourself in battle, but no songs will ever be sung about your prowess. ❜

❛ [ name ], you need never kneel to me again. we shall rule this realm together, you & i. ❜

❛ you are more fit to bear this blade than me. ❜

❛ i remember the days when one with a sword & a horse & a suit of armour could slash their way to riches & glory. ❜

❛ we can win our freedoms back, but now is the time to strike, for this new [ king / queen / title ] is weak. ❜

❛ a more unwelcome wedding guest can scarce be imagined. ❜

❛ the smallfolk love [ me / you ], do they not ? ❜

❛ if [ they / you ] had grievances, why not bring them to me ? i would have heard [ them / you ] out. ❜

❛ sword & lance have lost whatever appeal they ever had for me. ❜

❛ your savagery in the field & your harshness toward defeated foes is oft remarked upon. ❜

❛ the warning signs have been plain enough for those with the wit to read them. ❜

❛ you are a fool & a weakling, [ name. ] ❜

❛ the throne will go to the one who has the strength to seize it. ❜

❛ this is a night for song & sin & drink, for come the morrow, the virtuous & the vile burn together. ❜

❛ i do not have the time for tears. ❜

❛ you were foolish to think you could hide this from me. ❜

❛ this place has its secrets, known only to the dead. ❜

❛ it would be a bloody business, one that might harden hearts against us. ❜

❛ i shall not begin my reign by bathing in blood. ❜

❛ it would make [ you / me ] seem weak, & [ you / i ] must never seem weak. ❜

❛ i will have no oathbreakers at my court. ❜

❛ a touch of these talismans is believed to bestow prosperity & good fortune. ❜

❛ like as not, we will win, but not without cost. ❜

❛ those who would do harm to their [ king / queen / title ] seldom attack on horseback with lance in hand. ❜

❛ i’ve fought in a hundred battles, & never you mind on what side, that’s for me & the gods to know. ❜

❛ i have seen your [ daughters / sisters / women. ] they have no chins, no teats, & no sense. ❜

❛ in many a sad song, maidens forced to wed against their will throw themselves from tall towers to their deaths. ❜

❛ they will be making wedding plans for me as well, i do not doubt. ❜

❛ you have sworn me your sword & your obedience. remember those vows, & speak no word of my departure. ❜

❛ you foolish child, you know not what you’ve done. ❜

❛ if another word passes your lips, i will have them sewn shut. ❜

❛ what is done is done, & now we all must needs live with it. ❜

❛ do not think that you shall unmake this marriage. we are one now, & neither gods nor men shall part us. ❜

❛ in songs, as ever, love conquers all. the truth, we submit, is a deal less simple. ❜

❛ you will come to your senses & repent this folly. ❜

❛ [ you / they ] have put [ your / their ] own desires ahead of the good of the realm, & that cannot be allowed. ❜

❛ [ i / you ] desire above all to be loved, admired, & praised. ❜

❛ when we go back, i shall be fortunate to snatch an hour with you, for everyone in the realm will want a piece of you. ❜

❛ many years from now when we are old & grey, we shall look back upon these days & smile, remembering how happy we were. ❜

❛ [ name ], why do you punish yourself so harshly ? ❜

❛ there can be no question of marriage, of course, but you would have jewels, servants, whatever you might want. ❜

❛ there are rich rewards in being a [ king’s / queen’s / title’s ] bedwarmer. ❜

❛ feeding a growing dragon is no small thing. ❜

❛ they would cut [ you / me ] to pieces, my love. ❜

❛ do you mean to claim the throne for yourself, then ? ❜

❛ a shiver of fear went through me when i saw that sword. is there a warning there ? ❜

❛ [ your / my ] pride is well - known to [ me / you. ] ❜

❛ i have no wish to wound you further by forcing you to humble yourself before the entire court. ❜

❛ some say that we are now enemies. i would sooner think of us as friends who disagreed. ❜

❛ i would not sit upon this throne if not for you, all the realm knows that. & i still have need of you. ❜

❛ words are wind, but wind can fan a fire. ❜

❛ everywhere you go, it is said, you perform miracles. ❜

❛ what [ they / i ] do is what [ they / i ] have always done, & it is not for [ us / you ] to judge [ them / me. ] ❜

❛ [ they / i ] lust for dragons of [ their / my ] own. ❜

❛ i need a seat of my own. a place where none may threaten me, banish me, or trouble those i have taken under my protection. ❜

❛ are you so uncertain of that throne that you must needs have your own blood bend the knee to you, [ name ] ? ❜

❛ i cannot suffer that again. it would rip my heart apart. ❜

❛ would that i could empty the city, knock it down, & build it all anew. ❜

❛ why should i steal from you ? i am twice as rich as you are. ❜

❛ i could not bear for you to leave me. ❜

❛ i have heard the sea calling. it is time for me to take my leave. ❜

❛ i have asked you to stay. i will not beg. if you would go, go. ❜

❛ they may not hatch. it is known, some dragon eggs simply turn to stone. ❜

❛ they do not mock [ me / you ] to [ my / your ] face for [ your / my ] sake, but they titter at [ me / you ] behind [ your / my ] back. ❜

❛ you weep for [ them / name ], but would you weep for me ? ❜

❛ sickness ? this is no sickness. a weasel in the guts, dead in a day … this is poison. ❜

❛ i could have done a lot of things. i could have been a [ title. ] ❜

❛ i could have killed your enemies, as easily as i killed your friends. ❜

❛ they look at [ me / you ] & see a villain. [ i / you ] can serve [ you / me ] better from the shadows. ❜

❛ why should i care if they’re all dead ? ❜

❛ you’ll find someone new ; you always do. ❜

❛ why should you be [ title ] ? i should be [ title ], not you. ❜

❛ i want to come back to court, with the singers & the fools & all the lords & knights. please take me with you. ❜

❛ let us put our sorrows behind us & begin the new year with pageantry & celebration. ❜

❛ what did i give birth to ? what kind of beast ? i ask you, what did i give birth to ? ❜

❛ it is a poor ruler who wages battle against their own lords & leaves their own kingdom burned, bloody, & strewn with corpses. ❜

❛ are you mad, to speak so to me in my own hall ? ❜

❛ speak openly of burning down their halls, boast of how you fed their own kin to your dragons, & you will only inflame them & set their hearts against you. ❜

❛ if [ name / they ] were dead, i would know it. they are still alive. i feel it. ❜

❛ i may have seen a dragon. or something big, with wings. ❜

❛ go with care, [ name ], but go. they are hunting you, all up & down the country. questions are being asked, rewards are being offered. ❜

❛ strange beasts, aye, & like as not, you’ll end up in the belly of one. ❜

❛ the sound of it ran down my spine like a cold knife, though i could not have said why. ❜

❛ you do not want to see [ me / them ] like this, & i would be remiss if i allowed you any closer. ❜

❛ how could the gods be so blind or so uncaring as to permit such horror ? ❜

❛ i cannot forget how oft [ they / name ] begged for death. ❜

❛ it is one thing to leap upon a dragon & quite another to bend him to your will. ❜

❛ there is much & more of the nature of the world that we do not understand, & may never understand. mayhaps that is a mercy. ❜

❛ it is my own abiding sin that whenever i come upon a door i must needs see what lies upon the farther side. ❜

❛ it would seem that i am doomed to always come too late. ❜

❛ there is nothing there for me now but grief & ghosts. ❜

❛ i fed my last [ husband / wife ] to my [ dragon / dogs. ] if you make me take another, i may eat them myself. ❜

❛ i was made to sit a horse, not a cushion. ❜

❛ the veiled threat. you’re most adroit at that. ❜

❛ [ i am / you are ] well respected here, but not loved. ❜

❛ i hope you brought something warmer than that. ❜

❛ if you are expecting balls & masques & dances, you have come to the wrong place. ❜

❛ here the world ends. ❜

❛ were it me, i might pray that [ name ] fell off of their horse & broke their neck coming home. ❜

❛ there are fortunes to be had there, & i am not blind to that. ❜

❛ drinking salt water will make a man mad, every sailor knows that, but the freshwater is no safer in that place. ❜

❛ speak now, & you will be well rewarded. hold your tongue, & you will lose it. ❜

❛ i am a [ man / woman ] of honour, & you are lower than rats. ❜

❛ there is a place for you in the castle, if you want it. ❜

❛ mayhaps [ you / they ] are not so close to gods as [ you / they ] had believed. mayhaps, in the end, [ you / they ] too are only mortal. ❜

❛ i would not sleep away what life remains to me.❜

❛ when i die, i want to die with my axe in my hand, screaming a curse. ❜

❛ it is for you to determine what becomes of you. ❜

❛ i would sooner you wed a [ lord / lady ], but if you prefer a hedge knight or a merchant or a commoner, even, i am past the point of caring, so long as you pick someone. ❜

❛ life is slower there, & quieter. you will like that. i swear to you, [ name ], you will be safe & happy. ❜

❛ the gods hold us all in their hands, & life & death are theirs to give & take away, but men in their pride look for others to blame. ❜

❛ what mischief can i get up to with so many eyes around me ? ❜

❛ the boys train at fighting every morning, why shouldn’t we train at kissing ? that’s what girls are meant to do, isn’t it ? ❜

❛ lie to me again, & it will go very much the worse for you. ❜

❛ you can prove your innocence at the hazard of your body. ❜

❛ forgive me, but i have a [ husband / wife / partner ], & no taste for paramours. ❜

❛ i came back from the ends of the earth for you. ❜

❛ in [ place ], the men fuck sheep. you cannot fault them. their sheep are prettier than their women. ❜

❛ the sins of the fathers are oft visited on the sons, wise men have said ; & so it is for the sins of mothers as well. ❜

❛ who can know the mind of such a beast ? ❜

❛ if we do this, it must surely lead to war. ❜

❛ what sort of [ brother / sister ] steals their [ sister’s / brother’s ] birthright ? ❜

❛ am i a [ king / queen ] or no ? if i am, then crown me. ❜

❛ if you go, you go as a messenger, not as a knight. you must take no part in any fighting. ❜

❛ tell [ name ] that i will have my throne, or i will have their head. ❜

❛ i offered you an honourable peace, & you spat in my face. what happens next is on your own head. ❜

❛ i swore you my sword. i’m older now, but not so old that i’ve forgotten the words i said, & it happens i still have the sword. ❜

❛ in this world of men, we women must band together. ❜

❛ you are wet, [ name. ] is it raining or did you piss yourself in fear ? ❜

❛ put out your eye, & i will let you leave. one will serve. i would not blind you. ❜

❛ it is not for me to tell you what to do when you are not beneath my roof. ❜

❛ if you thought to receive a hero’s welcome, you will be disappointed. ❜

❛ i have danced with dragons before. i would sooner sleep with scorpions. ❜

❛ thrones are won with swords, not quills. spill blood, not ink. ❜

❛ you are the lawful [ king / queen ], & those who deny it are traitors. it is past time they learned the price of treason. ❜

❛ it looks better on me than it ever did on [ them / you. ] ❜

❛ would - be dragontamers have made attempts to ride this one a dozen times ; its lair is littered with their bones. ❜

❛ if this be victory, i pray i never win another. ❜

❛ i am determined that this should be my victory ; i have no wish to share the glory with my family, nor any other. ❜

❛ the throne has spurned [ you / me ], & [ your / my ] days upon it will be few. ❜

❛ let the gods decide if you speak truly. if you are innocent, they will give you the strength to defeat me. ❜

❛ the gods will curse us all for this. ❜

❛ one who gathers whispers can spread them just as well. ❜

❛ no castle can be held against a dragon. ❜

❛ if i strike my banners, do you promise me my life ? ❜

❛ i told you i would build a castle out of traitors’ bones. i don’t have near enough bones yet, so … ❜

❛ i’ll have no songs about how brave you died, [ name. ] ❜

❛ today was butchery, not battle. ❜

❛ half the lords of the realm will turn against us if we are so cruel as to destroy such ancient & noble houses. ❜

❛ how many more must die to slake your thirst for vengeance ? ❜

❛ speak again of bastardy, & i will have your tongue out. ❜

❛ honour means little & less to [ them / you ] ; it’s wealth & power [ they / you ] lust for. ❜

❛ some will say the dead are the fortunate ones, for no mercy will be shown to the survivors. ❜

❛ the power young maidens exert over older men is well - known. ❜

❛ [ you’re / i’m ] hardly a likely paramour for a [ title ], one would think. ❜

❛ [ you / they ] are overly fond of [ gender / name ], & should be married soon, lest you surrender [ your / their ] virtue to someone unworthy of [ you / them. ] ❜

❛ all you have sowed, now shall you reap. ❜

❛ treachery no longer has the power to surprise me. i have come to expect it, even from those i love the most. ❜

❛ you are a common thing, with the stink of sorcery upon you. ❜

❛ i do not think you would lie to my face, but i cannot have those around me that i do not trust implicitly. ❜

❛ without a strong hand to restrain them, even good men can turn to beasts. ❜

❛ once a turncloak, ever a turncloak. ❜

❛ why be a [ lord / lady ] when you can be a [ king / queen ] ? ❜

❛ would that i had never read this letter. ❜

❛ such stories make for charming songs, but poor history. ❜

❛ on a dark horse with burning eyes they come, a scourge of fire in their hands to cleanse this pit of sin of demons & all who bow before them. ❜

❛ prayers cannot stay their wroth, no more than tears can quench the flame of dragons. only blood can do that. your blood, my blood, their blood. ❜

❛ this is their city. if you would make it yours, first must you destroy them. ❜

❛ they are vermin. drunks & fools & gutter rats. one taste of dragonflame & they will run. ❜

❛ though i cannot doubt your courage, your act was one of folly. ❜

❛ never have i seen a sight more terrible, more glorious. ❜

❛ i think your parents did not beat you often enough. take care i do not make up for their lack. ❜

❛ you may plot & plan & scheme, but you had best pray as well, for no plan made by mortals has ever withstood the whims of the gods above. ❜

❛ who can know the heart of a dragon ? ❜

❛ they will come for [ you / me ], & [ i / you ] do not have the power to resist them. ❜

❛ dear [ name. ] i had hoped that you were dead. ❜

❛ it would seem i am your prisoner … but do not think that you will hold me long. ❜

❛ we shall meet in hell before this year is done. ❜

❛ the realm has been split asunder. we must needs join it back together. ❜

❛ the sooner [ they / you ] are dead, the sooner this rebellion will end. ❜

❛ words dripped from [ your / their ] lips like honey from a comb, & never did poison taste so sweet. ❜

❛ i’d sooner dance in hell than wear your chains. ❜

❛ you must surrender. the city cannot endure another sack. save your people & save yourself. ❜

❛ perhaps you sense your end is near, & wish to pray for forgiveness for your sins. ❜

❛ the killing has gone on too long. ❜

❛ finish these foes now, or those of us not in our graves in twenty years will rue our folly when their babes strap on their father’s swords & come seeking after vengeance. ❜

❛ are you a babe in swaddling clothes, to be cozened by flowers & feasts & soft words ? ❜

❛ there are liars, turncloaks, & poisoners in this court who would murder you as quick as anything to secure their own power. ❜

❛ i want no part of this, but i will not have it said that i stood in the way of justice. ❜

❛ the realm will be a better place without you. ❜

❛ you smell of woodsmoke, not of flowers. ❜

❛ there are worse ways to die. winter has come, [ name. ] ❜

❛ do this, & i shall know that you are as wise as you are strong, as kind as you are fierce. ❜

❛ give me this, & i shall give you whatever you may choose to ask of me. ❜

❛ all i ask is all of you, forever. ❜

❛ with winter at hand, strong backs & willing hands would be welcome in many a hearth & home. ❜

❛ [ they / i ] will warm your bed in winter, & gnaw your bones come spring. ❜

❛ it’s a gentle imprisonment, but imprisonment nonetheless. ❜

❛ should the dead come rising back up from beneath the sea, i shall gladly give them back what once was theirs. ❜

❛ if [ they / i / you ] die without an heir, we shall dance again, however much we may mislike the music. ❜

❛ how can you rule the realm when you cannot rule yourself ? ❜

❛ crown [ them / me ] & we will rip all the old wounds open once again. ❜

❛ i’ve bedded two of them, i think it was. not both at once, that would have been improper. ❜

❛ you are wild, willful, & wanton, as i feared. ❜

❛ so long as [ they / you ] are kind & gentle & noble, i know that i shall love [ them / you. ] ❜

❛ soon i will be dead, & i would not die without ever knowing love. ❜

❛ whenever i see someone put to death, i like to have a flagon & a [ woman / man ] afterward, to remind myself that i am still alive. ❜

❛ you fool, you thrice - damned fool. if i dared, i would have your bloody head off. ❜

❛ i am not one who likes to laugh, & i like being laughed at even less. ❜

❛ all young men suspect they are immortal, & whenever a young warrior tastes the heady wine of victory, suspicion becomes certainty. ❜

❛ you might smile at their rebukes, but you will soon be given good reason to dread their rewards. ❜

❛ you do not need to like them, you need only wed them, bed them, & get a child from them. ❜

❛ it would be hard to picture anything more beautiful, unless perhaps all of them had arrived naked. ❜

❛ i shot them with an arrow in the arse. ❜

❛ like all such tales, they have some truth to them, well mixed with fear and falsehood. ❜

❛ you have twice [ name’s ] ambition & half of their ability. ❜

❛ it was a fool’s scheme, & it will be quickly undone. ❜

❛ begone, or i promise you, every one of you shall die here. ❜

❛ i acted only to protect you from false friends & traitors. ❜

❛ [ i do / they did ] not deserve such a death, at the hands of such a beast. ❜

❛ i swear upon my sword in the sight of gods & men that none shall do you harm whilst i stand beside you. ❜

❛ the court roared with laughter, but as i look back upon it now, i blush for shame. ❜

❛ you always were a bloody fool, [ name. ] ❜

❛ the gods chose our new regents, & it would seem that gods are just as thick as lords. ❜

❛ one who knows how to ease pain will also know how to inflict it. ❜

❛ [ you are / i am ] an adult now, [ name. ] it is time for [ you / me ] to take the governance of the kingdom into [ your / my ] own hands. ❜

[cortegiania]

Favourite Giulia Farnese costume asked by anon ♫ Mary’s favourite

[aprincesstoo]

DREAMS + headcanon ( tw: death, animal death )

her dreams began when she was barely old enough to vocalize that she was having a bad dream. like she was one and a half, about to turn to two. the first thing that she ever saw was the storm, and it was in fact the storm that brought about daenerys' targaryen's birth and the death of her grandmother, and the start of the downfall of the last targaryen stronghold in westeros due to the smashing of the fleet during the storm ( and ser willem darry fleeing with viserys and daenerys, a thing that she did not know at the time was what it was ) she just knew it was a storm, and that the storm was bad. and that the dream was scary, and when she woke up everything was loud, and the wind was rushing, and it was terrifying. and so she went in search of one of her parents, to go sleep in their rooms, wanting badly to be comforted.

the sounds of the storms, the loud noises and the constant flashing of light was ? it overwhelmed her in her waking hours, the only thing she could really get out was that she was having a bad dream, and that she was scared. that she did not like the noises, in her rooms it was too loud and that she wanted to stay. it was both a fear of the storm itself and a fear of the feeling of finality that the storm brought with it, the implicit understanding that the end was coming with that storm in a way that she was far too young to understand, blending together in her brain, with one amplifying the other. later, she would remember the storm ( but it is not until she's about six ish, that she really learns what it means when she hears how the downfall of dragonstone happened and how her grandmother passed )

the next dream that she had was the drowning dream. the dragon being dragged under the surface of the water, never to be seen again. it's body had seemed twisted to her, broken somehow, in a way that she couldn't quite see. it was dragged below the waterline of the river, and it's blood boiled the water as it went, and she was ? barely two, then. it was right after her father went off post the birth of her brother, aegon, and she had not known what it meant, but she woke up screaming, anyway, and ran in tears to go sleep beside her mother, where she often stayed. because that dream continued, and it was only beside elia that she felt safe. it was only beside her mother she could wake and curl closer and not be lost in that immense panic that she was drowning too. she would always tell her in tears, that the dragon was dead. that there was another one, a last one, and it was dead now.

she would remember the drowning dream too, and it was ? what led to the conviction, that understanding without any real proof that the reason no one knew what had happened to rhaegar targaryen's body was that robert baratheon had allowed it to sink. and it had dissolved in the water the way all things made of fire died in the depths of the sea. both of them, however, played a part in the girl's growing fear of the open water. both of them, led to her avoidance of sea travel, of playing in the ocean, of the crossing of the rivers. when they were summoned to court by her grandfather, her dreams had begun to shift, slowly. there was a piercing scream, then there was begging, and blood, and when the dragon fell into the water then, she saw it fall with it's skull crushed. she saw the sun fall from the sky and get snuffed out, like everything made of fire did when it touched the water. and then all of it had become dark and the screaming persisted. there was blood soaking the soil, and then there was fire. and blood on stone. there was so much blood.

there were lions in her dreams, too. lapping up the blood. there was a web and a spider crawling up the web, and everything obliterated by fire. there was so much fire. she remembers nothing of the dreams after they had begun to shift prior to the sack of kings landing, though she had spoken often of them to her mother when she had woken. after the sack, she dreamt often of the spider and the burnt ruins of the castle, summerhall. there was the screaming again, drowned out by the music that she could not place for a few years, that she had said, at first, sounded like a violin. it was the sound of a harp ( which, she had thought, was at first a sign that the memory of her father weighed heavy on her mind. which was not a lie. but later it felt in truth ? as if it was implicatory of the fact that there was more, that her brother's story, was, perhaps, not done. though whether it was because he was a pretender, or not, she could not say. she knew ? only varys' hand was involved )

she dreamt of a great manticore, that she described, at four, as a scorpion, with a gleaming golden shell. this dream, was not prophetic in nature, but the only remnant of the image of the man who had attacked her. she remembered his sigil, blended. she heard the screaming as it stabbed her, and could not tell if it was her own, or the person's she's been hearing. or both. she saw blood dripping from the walls, and the clean cold stone floor of the throne room that bore the iron throne, burning in her memory. she saw a lion with great, long claws upon which skewered her grandfather. and a group of them prowling the length of the throne room. she saw the heads hung on the walls falling, and breaking into shards upon which the lion stepped and broke.

for four years after it was ? the same dream. for four years memories of the sack were the most present in her dreams, interwoven with the images of a hazy, distant ruin. a castle that was familiar, but who's name she could not place quite yet. that was the dream of the screaming, and the song, and the spider that wove its web ever larger as she watched. when she was eight, she saw great krakens laid unmoving upon some cloudy, rocky beach. one with all of it's tentacles bound, dragged from the stones into the snow. for near ten years after the fact, there was nothing. for near ten years, all she saw was the memories. and then, collision of two great, huge creatures. it was a stag, and a great grey wolf, and both fell to the ground dead. the stag was gutted, it's horn snapped inside the neck of the wolf, which was the first time that she saw something, and thought there was something to it. but, what there was made no sense.

the baratheons and starks would never turn on each other. and robert baratheon's friendship with ned stark was well known. it had made no sense to think they would attack one another. she drew the scene as she remembered it, but in the end she just ? decided it was meant to embody her anger, with both. all of that anger that had in no way anywhere to really go. there was one happy dream, though. the moon had cracked open, and out had poured so many dragons.the rustle of their wings sounded so much like a storm, and it was the first that the prospect of a storm hadn't been enough to make her want to shut down from the sheer fear of what it represented. it had not struck her silent in wait. and then they all opened their maws and blew fire in unison, and it resembled lightning to her.

the first dream that gave her panic, in over a decade, was the dream of the viper as she was journeying north, too far away to send a message, to send a warning that only half made any sense to her. that the viper was crushed beneath a pile of stones. that she could see everything but it's head. that there was something wrong. that her uncle was going to die. she doesn't ? in large part think much of her dreams because they've always been like that. a horror. loud and vivid and filled with blood and fire and death and as time goes on memory bleeds into prophecy and things become muddled and she doesn't know what she's seeing isn't just ? trauma exacerbating the memory.

she has all of them drawn down in her journals, she's captured all of them since she was able to hold a pencil again. it's just ? she doesn't see how these things could be considered prophetic because she doesn't ? have anyone around to tell her what it is, even if rhaenys could talk about her targaryen heritage often enough for her to at all understand it. she sleeps very little, because of it. likely about four hours a night, to five, if she's lucky. she spends most of that time either composing or painting, waiting for the weariness to grow heavy enough that she crashes. the painting is calming, it centers her and makes her focus on something else. the dreams are sketched out in pencil, in black and white in a notebook she lets no one else see.

[aprincesstoo]

meta to come today on her dreams .

[jannwrites]

film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.

a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.

you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.

do you swear it?

come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.

today is of the utmost importance for us.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

i must tell you my dream.

standing before me, all in black, was Death.

the stench of their bodies was horrible.

i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.

never speak these things aloud. never.

i wish you to have all you deserve.

it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.

i fear their past melancholy is returning.

don't let them feed me to the monster!

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.

you are late. the midnight hour is passed.

i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.

they exhumed a corpse.

i might ease your wound.

come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.

why ever did you bring that here?

what can cheer this poor humor, my love?

do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.

you are fortunate in your love.

it is a black omen to journey in poor health.

no one. i am no one.

he loves the pretty ones best.

you are lost in his shadow.

remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.

soon i will be no more a shadow to you.

your spirit was never enough.

no matter. i miscalculated the stars.

hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.

do not revel what is sacred to dogs.

does evil come from within us or from beyond?

this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.

there is a dread storm rising.

your bond shall not survive me.

it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.

i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.

if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.

i told you, you are not of human kind.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

i cannot be sated without you.

remember how once we were?

you have never liked me.

nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.

your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.

these nightmares do exist! they exist!

the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.

we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

i feel his hold upon me this night.

i am ready. i bid you, come to me.

i relinquished him my soul.

god is beyond our morals.

[lotrcolors]

[aprincesstoo]

How do they care for others when they’re still healing themselves?

@mayregina. SEASONS OF THE SOUL ( headcanon memes inspired by the seasons )

kindness, compassion, love. acts of service, done for the betterment of other people, just occupying the same space with them knowing she could well not only be helping herself, but helping them as well ( which she doesn't ever like really know for certain that it does because she doesn't ask, but she thinks that it does - it seems as though it does ) it's something of a balm to her. it makes things feel a little less desolate. the realm had proven to be wholly unsafe, rhaenys had had her sense of safety ripped from her so brutally by the time she had turned three years old, like the realm had shown itself to be a cold, cruel place where infants can be murdered before their mothers and women can be raped and murdered and the killer can be rewarded with a rise in station.

she had watched the realm dissolve into an endless ever turning grasp for power, she had watched it change hands over and over again. rhaenys had witnessed, as she had grown, how robert baratheon let the power and influence he had won staving in her father's chest with a war hammer fall near completely into the hands of the man who had orchestrated her mother's assault and murder. her infant brother's murder. the attack that has left her scarred in so many places so deeply and utterly alone. she is surrounded by people who she loves and who love her but she is ever and completely alone because she has lied to most of them about who she is, and the people who know, she really ? if she was honest, doesn't feel like she can speak to.

at least not about the extent of how she's feeling - in part because she doesn't want to sound like she's going mad, and also it's that very teenage feeling of ' you can't possibly understand'. it's also. it's sensitive information, it's vulnerable, close to the heart information that makes her feel like her chest is being cracked open and she's attempting to show who she's attempting to speak to her weeping insides. she has lived for so long with the feeling of complete and utter hopelessness. the consuming non-existence, of feeling half a ghost, half ruin. the feeling that her survival, her still living, makes her nothing more then a desecrated tomb. a hidden, forgotten remnant of a defeated dynasty.

i don't think she thinks there's any healing for her. i don't think she's tried at all to make peace with what happened, though she's grown able to co-exist with that grief and to walk and exist with that burden constantly there. and part of why is because of the fact that there's been no justice, until recently, and that came at a cost that if she had known, she would have rathered it unpaid. she did not want oberyn to die for it, though she can respect that it was his decision, and that he was willing to fight the mountain knowing it could be an option, and she can give that the honor and weight that it deserves, but it all feels so pointless. he never named tywin, there's deniability there, as to his involvement. the full measure of the cruelty that was done to her mother and brother will never be fully known, because he did not name tywin. and now her little cousins who she views as sisters, are to grow up without a father.

it all feels so heavy. it all feels so pointless. everything feels so hopeless and desolate and heavy and isolating and she feels at times like she could drown. but making sure that nobody else can ever feel that way, making sure that she is there in a way that she's allowed no one else to be there for her. in a way no one could, it more then somewhat eases that feeling, even for a moment. she feels less weighted, knowing she's existing as a counterpoint. knowing her existence is proof that there is still kindness left. there's still goodness left for other people, that there's still people who want to do the right thing just to do it. there's still compassionate, caring people who want to do whats best for everyone, not just what serves them. that she's giving someone else hope, even if she's considered naive by most. it makes her feel a little more at peace, steadier, too - in a way that scares her because it feels so real, and so fleeting. a moment in the sun before the water rushes in.

the people that she cares for include her cousins; arianne, quentyn and trystane, and the cousins of whom she cares for like sisters: obara, nymeria, tyene, sarella, elia, obella, dorea and loreza. her uncles doran and oberyn, and oberyn's long time paramour, ellaria sand who is ? a maternal influence, in her life. a mother like figure, though not a mother. she's one of the few who know the truth. she cares for the servants and the underlings of her uncles who work both in the castle sunspear, and the water gardens, and she makes point to at least try and remember each of their names if she sees them on a daily basis. she cares for those in the shadow city below sunspear, where she visits often to play music when the sun goes down - armed only with her daggers as protection. she ? has a care for her paternal aunt and uncle. she doesn't know them enough to care for them personally, but she's watched, over the years. she's sought updates as to if they've been found, if they've been killed. she cares for her friends that she's made over the years.

the way she displays her caring is rarely ever in words, because she believes that words of affirmation, verbal indicators of connection need to come from a place of trust and understanding, and so few people know the truth of her that it feels like lying to put it into words how she feels. there's a feeling of personal deception there that she's uncomfortable with. she occupies a closed space with someone else when she can tell that they're uncomfortable, and that they don't want to talk, and they just don't want to be alone. she can usually tell by the expressions on their faces and the cadence of their voices, but sometimes she does end up asking whether or not they want her to stay, because she wants to, and sometimes she doesn't know. she can't tell just by looking at a person, and she doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

she listens, when they do want to talk. she hears them vent and she gives advice, and she keeps their secrets. she'll pick up torn or broken items of theirs she notices in their chambers and take them and have them repaired and put back without a word. she'll be out at the markets and she'll see something that a cousin might have expressed verbally that they wanted or something she thinks they'll like so she'll pick it up and bring it home, and leave it in their chambers. a big one is that she'll play music for them. she'll play her compositions for them, she'll offer this very vulnerable, sensitive part of herself for them to see, and for them to know.

she'll do a quick sketch of them while they're talking and she'll tear it out and offer it to them or she'll offer to paint their portrait. one thing that she struggles with, that rarely ever happens, that is a display of caring, is physical touch. one of the places she was stabbed was in the palm of her hand which did do a lot of nerve damage. she can't close the palm of her left hand all the way, and it hurts, periodically. most especially in the colder weather. she wears a compression bandage around it during those times, and around her thigh under her clothes which does begin to ache when she's on her feet long distances without rest.

and her wounds needed to be stitched, hurriedly at first, and then stitched again, properly, when she'd reached sunspear, and reopened and cleaned. reopened and cleaned until she healed completely which was a very long drawn, painful process. and the stitches itched, horribly, and it pulled on her skin in a way she was almost always conscious of. she was held down, when she was stabbed, and the amount of people, the maesters who likely touched her then to try and help her, to heal her, who she was unfamiliar with - just retraumatized her even more. and she ? needs to reach for it, but she rarely ever does. she's only done so twice since the sack.

if she is touched, and she is unaware she will react volatily, no matter who it is. if she IS aware and she didn't reach for it herself, she will tense, her lips will pinch, and she will become very visibly stiff. partially like she's bracing herself, but also in part as if she's waiting for it to end.this is an occurence that does not happen with the martells. it does not happen with oberyn's daughters. it does not happen with her small circle of friends. they know her, they know her boundaries, they know it doesn't mean she loves or cares for them any less. it's just something that she cannot take. she needs to have that personal space, no matter how closely she may sit to them, she needs to not have her personal bubble violated.

[dailyflicks]

Sophie Baek Bridgerton Season 4 Episode 1

[spectrometrie]

im so glad discovering music is endless 

[hungryfictions]

anne lamott, bird by bird