elizabeth

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LINK✦ ─ MASTERLIST

── .✦ LIZZIE 𓂀 9teen ☾ she/her ☾ intp ☾ virgo ☾ slow writer ☾ harry’s fav slytherin ☾ suguru’s alt gf ☾ bloodraven’s witchy lady ☾ valarr’s wife ☾ aerion’s whore ☾ eren’s tongue piercing ☾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

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christon cole FINALLY dead THANK GOD

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AERION who can’t help biting you .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゛ tw: implied targcest, biting n marking!

Inside the walls of The Red Keep was quiet, the hour late.

You were standing at the window of your chambers, looking out at the moonlight laying on the walls of the forgotten Dragonpit.

You didn't hear him approach. He was always too quiet when he wanted to be, always moved like the dragon he thought he was, a predator's stillness that still startled you after all these months.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and you felt his lips against your ear.

"You're not in bed."

"I was watching the dragons."

"Mm." He pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck, then another, then teeth.

You gasped, your hands coming up to grip his forearms. "Aerion—"

"There are no dragons in that pit” he murmured against your skin. "Watch me instead.." He bit down, sharper this time, and you felt your knees go weak. "Mmmph—mine…my skin"

"I know…everyone knows that” you breathed. "Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows—"

"That dragons are gone?" He turned you in his arms, his eyes burning in the darkness. The room was lit only by the dying fire and the faint moonlight spilling through the window, but you could see the hunger in his gaze. "They’re reminded dragons are alive every time they see us"

“Mmm” you mumbled, unsure.

"Although i don’t like them looking at you"

He scoffed. "I'll let them look. I'll let them look all they want." His hand came up to your throat, thumb pressing over his own marks from earlier that day. "They’ll only see their pretty, pure princess, marked by the dragon.”

He was a terror, Aerion Targaryen. A dragon in human skin—according to his own description—fire and madness.

And you loved him anyway. You loved him in spite of it, because of it, for all of it. It was in your blood.

"So beautiful" he whispered, his mouth descending again. "So pure"

“Mine?” He breathed. "I'm yours." You answered.

"Good." His teeth found your shoulder through the thin fabric of your shift. "Good."

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i jerk off with your fics

that was the intention

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the IMPACT your Valarr fics had for the akotsk fandom will never be forgotten queen

girl the impact was Valarr himself, that facecard is generational

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Hiii it’s the anon from the latest period ask! Thank you sooo much my angel. U are really really the greatest, I hope u know that. Please could I b 💌anon? <3

thanks for the ask babe! I love a good cubby!reader req always <3

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five fucking episodes so far and Rhaenyra still in that fuckass black oufit

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do you have an interest in writing for dunk?

i’m up for anything, really. Sign me up!

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I’m about to start my period and I go through phases of completely and utterly despising my body. Like, feeling way too big in every aspect (I’m a chubby girl already :-(.) and I was just wondering if u could do a tiny Drabble about Robb Stark (or all of the Stark men) comforting a reader who feels like that? And thinks she’s too ugly/big for him, doesn’t wanna get out of bed or show him her body at all :-(

Sorry if this is too much. I love u

hello baby i know EXACTLY how you feel :(( here it’s your little treat angel, and please don’t talk like that about yourself! Your body must be beautiful and Stark men would so praise it every day 😙🤍

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑

ִֶָ𓂃 STARK MEN who comfort you during your period and insecurities.

──INCLUDES ‧ Robb ‧ Jon ‧ Cregan ‧ Ned ೃ࿐

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 ROBB

You lay curled on your side, a mountain of blankets pulled up to your chin, the dull ache in your belly a persistent, unwelcome companion. Worse than the pain, though, was the thick, suffocating feeling of wrongness that had settled over you. You felt swollen, ungainly, and utterly miserable.

The door opened softly, and you heard the familiar, heavy tread of your husband. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge, his hand coming to rest on the curve of your hip through the wool.

“Wife” his voice was low. “You’ve not eaten.”

“I’m not hungry, Robb” you mumbled into your pillow, not turning to face him. You were acutely aware of your tangled hair, the sweat in your skin. “You should go. I… I am not fit for company.”

“Nonsense.” His hand began a slow, soothing circle on your back. “What’s this? You’ve been in here all day.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, a wave of self-loathing washing over you. “I look terrible. I feel like a great, bloated cow. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

A beat of silence. Then a soft, surprised chuckle. “A cow? My fierce lady, who faced down a Northern lord at the last council, thinks she looks like a cow?”

“Robb” you whined, a pathetic sound.

He leaned over, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple. “I have seen you covered in mud from a hard ride, your hair a wild nest from the wind, and your cheeks flushed with victory after a fight. You have never been more beautiful to me than in any of those moments. And you are no less beautiful now.” He gently tugged at the blanket. “Now, let me see my wife.”

You resisted for a moment, then relented, turning onto your back. He was looking at you with such open, unadulterated affection that it made your heart ache. His hand slid beneath the covers to rest on your belly, the warmth of his palm a soothing comfort.

“I’ll have the kitchens send up some of that honeyed tea you like” he murmured, his thumb stroking your skin. “And you will eat some bread. And then, perhaps, you will let me hold you for a while.”

You gave a small, watery smile. “Even if I’m a cow?”

He grinned, the boyish charm breaking through his kingly mask. “Especially if you’re my cow. The finest cow in all the North.”

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 JON

Jon was quiet, as he always was. He’d brought you a tray of food, setting it on the small table by the window without a word. You’d barely looked at it. You were huddled in the corner of the bed, a pillow clutched to your chest, feeling awkward and ungainly. The sheets felt too heavy, your skin too tight.

“Go away, Jon” you said, your voice small. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He turned from the window, the grey light of the overcast sky softening his features. “See ya’ like what?” he asked, his voice a low, even murmur that held no judgment.

“All… like this” you gestured vaguely at yourself. “I’m swollen and ugly. I can’t even stand the sight of myself right now.”

Jon crossed the room in a few silent strides. He didn’t sit on the bed, but instead knelt beside it, bringing his face level with yours. His grey eyes, so often guarded, were open and soft.

“Yer’ my wife” he said simply, as if that explained everything. He reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I have seen you command a room full of men twice your size. I have seen you hold a dying soldier’s hand. I have seen you smile at me in the morning when you think I am still asleep, and it is the most beautiful sight I know.”

He took your hand, the one that wasn’t clutching the pillow, and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I do not see what you think I see. I see you.” He glanced at the tray. “You’ve not touched your food. You’ll feel better if you eat.”

“I don’t want to move” you murmured.

He nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He stood, retrieved the tray, and brought it to the bed, settling himself beside you. He broke off a piece of bread and held it up to your lips.

“Then I’ll feed you” he said, his voice holding a gentle command. You looked at him surprised, he smiled “Aye. Now, try the broth.”

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 CREGAN

Cregan was a man of few words, his actions speaking for him. You had tried to wave him away when he entered the solar, insisting you were fine and just wanted to be left alone. You’d pulled your heavy woolen shawl tighter, hiding your form, refusing to meet his eye. The deep, gnawing pain was nothing compared to the feeling of being so unattractive, so undesirable.

“Wife” he said, his voice a low growl that brooked no argument. He ignored your protests and swept you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. You squeaked in surprise, your hands flying to his shoulders.

“Cregan! Put me down, I’m too heavy!”

He gave a short, sharp huff of amusement as he carried you across the room towards the large, cushioned chair by the fire. “I am a Stark of Winterfell. I have brought down bulls with my bare hands. Do not speak to me of weight.”

He settled into the chair, positioning you on his lap, wrapping his heavy arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. The heat from the fire and his own formidable body began to seep into your chilled bones.

“There” he grunted, his big hand coming to rest on your lower belly, the pressure of his palm a grounding comfort. “I have you.”

You tried to squirm away, still feeling self-conscious. “I’m all uncomfortable and… and fat.”

He gave you a firm squeeze, his arms tightening like bands of iron. “You are my wife” he stated, his voice a rumble against your hair. “You are carrying the weight of a wolf. There is strength in that.” He paused, then added gruffly, “And you are not fat. You are soft. And I like it.”

A teary laugh escaped you. “You like it?”

“Aye,” he grunted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “It means I can hold you easier. Now be still. Rest. I will not let go.”

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 NED

Ned found you in a puddle of misery on the bed. The drapes were drawn, the room dark, and you were buried under furs. You’d been weeping, you knew your eyes were red and your nose was running, and the thought of him seeing you like this was mortifying.

“My love” he said softly, sitting beside you. His hand was gentle on your shoulder. “What is the matter?”

“Everything” you sobbed into the pillow. “My stomach hurts, I feel sick, and I’m hideous. Just look at me. I can’t even go to the feast tonight. I can’t have anyone see me like this.”

Ned was quiet for a moment, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm on your back. “You know” he began, his voice thoughtful, “when I first saw you, you were covered in mud and sea salt from the ship.”

You hiccupped, turning your face slightly from the pillow. “That’s not the same.”

“It is” he insisted. “You were beautiful then, and you are beautiful now.”

He leaned over and gently, so gently, wiped a tear from your cheek. “Let me see your eyes.”

You shook your head, turning your face away. “No. They’re all red and puffy. I’m a mess.”

“Then I will look at a mess” he said, his tone so sincere and loving that it broke through your defenses. He cupped your chin and gently turned your face to his. He studied you, his eyes filled with a profound tenderness. “There” he whispered. “There is my wife. The most beautiful woman I have ever known.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, then your nose, then each of your closed eyelids. “Now, what can I do to make you feel better? Some warm milk? A book by the fire? Or shall I just sit here and tell you all the reasons I love you until you feel better?”

A fresh wave of tears, born of relief and affection, spilled over your cheeks. “The last one” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Please, Ned. Just stay with me.”

“I always will” he promised, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

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4, 6 and 20 for the books ask! 💕

what sections of a bookstore do you browse?

Classical & Fiction, always lol

what books have you read in the last month?

A vindication of the rights of the woman by Wollstonecraft and Politics by Aristotle (can you tell I’m studying law)

what are the things you look for in a book?

gosh i love connecting dots. I hate plot holes. I love finding beauty and deep meanings in the narrative. I also look for a character to relate to lmao.

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ormund’s ass in my screen was not expected but it was cherished

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Miranda Otto spitting facts about Aragorn in the Two Towers cast commentary

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tag game ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

⋮ ⌗ ┆ deer, bears and wolves :3

npt:: @wintrynightz @heart-of-alex @pittsick @rogersgal @kismetsfawn @amourflores @userhotd @im-miss-worldblog @prettysouled @severedlamb @dontlistentodaisy @deadbeatpup @fawnrott @gilmrres @gengarwebs @heapingfern @lilahthedoll @carmysdoll @cup1dssorrow @cumkissed @vlarrtrgryn @beafond @nuitts @meiyokstarr

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Love this sm!!

Bat | bunny | lamb

Tags: @gilmrres @deantallicas @vlarrtrgryn @nessanooska @userhotd + anyone who wants!!

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ty for the tag @samwspn & @wintrynightz <3

ֶָ֢ᐟ — 3 animals that represent you?

bat | black swan | wolves

no pressure tags : @silkaurum, @pinkdoeweirdo, @l3visbby, @lustedbby, @valarrsgirl, @starxs-s + anyone who want to join in <3

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𖥔 ݁ ˖ tag game — 3 animals that represent you?

tysmm for the tag my love @userhotd 🤍

white peackock mountain hare white tiger

no pressure tags: @lovers-cherry @rottndeer @rottenbites @pinkdoeweirdo @targaryenstar @fluttervoid @targlocket @captainfern @ghostlybfgf + anyone else who’d like to join

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thank u sm for the tag @valarrsgirl !

deer | owl | kitty

npt ! @s4ngel , @beafond , @pittsick , @riul , @rh1nestcned , @mayhemi , @tempestmaguire , @strangelure , @dexdiaries , @filthgf , @holeinthemattress , @clarknsun , @violained , @bruisedfig , @dearlizzies + anyone else !!

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ty for the tag @rottndeer ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

black cats, ravens, bats

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tysm for the tag @valarrsgirl !! <33

tag game ── .✦ add 3 characters you identify yourself with

( jimmima mary kara zor-el )

no pressure tags: @silkaurum @lustedbby @userhotd @rottenbites @l3visbby @goldenhoneyedwine @breakspearz @targaryenstar @ghostlybfgf @dearlizzies @loverssalvation

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ty for the tag @pinkdoeweirdo & @v-inthecortez ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

( violet harmon laura palmer natalie scatorccio )

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silly painting i made in 2 hours :)))

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2, 15 and 19 for the book ask !!

i am sooo curious on your reading taste...

top 5 books of all time?

Not my favorite ones but the ones i believe had more impact (?)

I would say the bible first because i read it fully and it’s so damn interesting. The Odyssey by homer goes second and Don Quixote third. Pride & Prejudice because i love it and has a huge cultural impact. Last but not least Harry Potter. Fuck the author but come on, everyone read that shit as a kid.

My favs are : The unbearable lightness of being, The secret history, The picture of dorian gray, Wuthering Heights and Crime & Punishment !!

recommend and review a book.

I already recommended and reviewed one here

most disliked popular books?

I may be a little hypocritical for this one bit i don’t enjoy smut hidden in “fantasy” books. Yes im saying fourth wing, acotar and dark fantasy ones. Im not saying it’s wrong to read it! Just saying i don’t personally enjoy them. When i read books, i try to find beauty, emotions, philosophy. These don’t fit my interests i guess. Also fuck Colleen Hoover.

Thanks for the ask love ♡