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23 ravenclaw infp reylo | dramione | darklina | daemyra

[chelireads]

“He walked to the bedchambers he shared with Aegon and closed the doors as he entered. He slid under the bed and when his brother Aegon entered, Viserys was nowhere in sight.

-Viserys? – he heard him call. – Viserys are you here?

He stayed hidden in the darkness in silence. Viserys knew Aegon would eventually find him yet if he were to speak, he was afraid he would begin to cry.”

Excerpt From

The Second Son I

The Blacks & the Greens @sweetestpopcorn

[harritudur]

#doodle / more of the Daeronlings because i love them <3

[lunarprincessanni]

baby Baelor please 🙏🏼

Instructions unclear, too many Targaryen Baelors. Drew my favourite one.

Him and his momma Myriah Martell. She would crown her little king of Andals and Roynars with her own queen consort coronet sometimes

[tooersh]

continuing to think about them all growing up together... busy court full of children

[maekarart]

By raelbe_ on X

[toadpeee]

“Many in my line have been Dragonriders – very few among us have been dreamers. What is the power of a dragon next to the power of prophecy?…”

I just wanted to draw Rhaenyra and Daenerys together, I think they’d of gotten along well

[toadpeee]

My forever girl ♡

[mariasont]

── .✦ JACK ABBOT who loves to correct your posture

★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ mdni manhandling, lowkey authority kink?, implied age gap, doggy style sex, bratty banter

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Simply thinking about Jack Abbot correcting your posture. 

He’s a doctor, so sure it starts there, in the territory of alignment and strain and long-term damage, all the tiny indignities a body absorbs when nobody’s paying proper attention to it.

And he worries about you, of course. Worries about the set of your neck and the rounded drag of your shoulders, about how you curl in on yourself over your charting like the screen might swallow you whole, about how you hunch over your phone texting those ridiculous little emoticons and memes he glances at with visible suspicion. 

So he makes an effort to fix it.

A broad hand behind your chair, angling it closer to the desk until your spine has no excuse but the lengthen. Two fingers slipped beneath your chin when you’re bent out of shape around your phone on the couch, tilting your gaze upward until the vertebrae stack properly and the ache in your neck eases. Even in transit — plate to sink, fridge to stove — he stops to cup your shoulders, easing them from your ears with a downward glide of his thumbs. 

A silent reward hums through the touch: a silent good girl, there you go.

“Sit up, sweetheart.” “Uncross your legs.” “Laptop higher.” “Relax your jaw.” 

He knows he’s a perpetual nuisance, aware he sounds like someone’s dad, can practically hear the eye-roll you swallow every time. 

He also knows it embarrasses you, especially at work, where your face goes warm when he corrects you within earshot of other people. And it isn’t that he sets out to make you squirm, though he’d be lying if he said he got nothing out of that quick little fluster he can pull from you with a word, a hand, a look. 

It’s just that once he notices you folded in on yourself for too long, something in him firms. His voice drops into that clipped, authoritative register, flipping a switch to brisk certainty and command, and by then it’s already too late to pretend you’re not going to listen. 

So when he catches you slouched at the station again, practically kissing the monitor, he doesn’t hesitate.

Steps in behind you. His palm fits against the ridge of your upper back, heat seeping straight through the thin cotton.

“Up.”

You mutter, “I hate you,” eyes never leaving the vitals grid, and Jack takes it as the green light it is.

His thumb glides from back to shoulder to nape. The opposite hand curves under your jaw’s hinge, guiding your head until your spine clicks back to neutral while the entire nurses’ station pretends their screens are riveting. 

Public proof that your posture, and maybe the rest of you, answers to Dr. Abbot’s touch far faster than to your own irritation. 

“There’s a whole skeleton under all that,” he observes dryly. “Try using it.”

You bat at his hand, a half-hearted slap. “Stop manhandling me at work.”

He ignores that, drops the chair one notch (ignoring your surprised squeak too), angles the monitor to proper eye level, then squares your shoulders with both palms. A measured squeeze follows, equal parts reassurance and warning.

“Better,” he decides. “And if I catch you bent over that phone again, I’m taking it.”

He likes the line of you best when he’s the one arranging it. 

You figure that out later, breathless and flushed, forehead buried in his sheets while he kneels behind you, two sure hands repositioning your ass in the air like he’s smoothing kinks from an instrument only he can tune.

“Uh-uh,” he grunts, and you’re too far gone to know what he means until his palm presses between your shoulder blades and eases you down, down, down, your hips staying high as your face sinks into the pillow. “Arch for me — c’mon, deeper bend, don’t cheat your lower back.” 

Your breath catches when he palms the dip he’s just created, fingers splaying and then he’s sliding his cock in your folds slow. It earns a pleased mewl from you, angle perfect because he’s engineered it that way. 

Every push has a tiny corrective tap — shoulders down, knees wider, perfect girl — until your pussy clenches and drips all over his rigid stomach and he finally lets you break form, hips snapping while his palm settles, triumphant, at the very spot that first straightened you hours ago.

MARIA NOTE hello this is my trying out little blurbs/drabbles bc this random thought rlly evoked something in me... don't know how to feel it ab. it feels naked without my fun graphics but alas! and the tiny text??? what do we think?? yes or no i'm in the middle right now so feel free to share opinions... it looked a little strange as regular but idk i'm lowkey having an existential crisis over this ok bye

YOU CAN FIND MY JACK ABBOT MASTERLIST HERE⭑.ᐟ

[norabraveseeker]

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

He really is a dragon in human form

[maekarart]

By IrisbArt1 on X

[flapjacku]

best friends 4 eva

[churrosandbrownie]

It's not even funny the way I keep staring at this...

[timetopractice]

[drgnflyc]

Worthy of a Rebellion

Lyonel Baratheon and his baby girl <3

[machy-march]

"mother loved you best, huh?"

I'm experimenting with a new drawing process🌷

[fruitsofthepalmyrah]

Chase Infiniti 2026 Oscar look reimagined as modern!actress Dany attending the Braavos International Film Festival

AU where Dany is mononomously known as Daenerys and she's so talented on her own that people get surprised when they find out she's a nepo baby from an acting dynasty and the daughter of Rhaella Targaryen, a yesteryear actress. Her eldest brother Rhaegar is a musician and singer.

Aside from acting, she’s also an activist for women’s rights specifically in reproductive healthcare. Daenerys, Rhaella and her sister in law Elia have set up a foundation together for access to obstetric and gynaecological care for pregnant women during their antenatal and postnatal period, after facing personal issues with miscarriages, stillborns and postpartum complications. Part of this charity work involves Daenerys advocating for women’s rights to abortions.

Even though she's a huge star, she keeps her personal life very private, since she’s been under the media spotlight from young age because of her family's fame. She has Instagram but only logs on to promote her films and advocate for her foundation, using it for fundraising.