idk man

i just lurk and stare at things my pfp is a native deer called cervus alfredi. the alfred deer, if you will.

[kingslionheart]

alfred x uhtred + 1x03

[dethronedaisies]

you were at my wedding (i was broken, you were drunk)

This fic is nominated for best oneshot in AsoiafFanfiction Awards 2025! If you’ve enjoyed this fic, you may vote for it here

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A luceron / lucemond oneshot.

FCs: TLK Aethelflaed for Lucenya / TLK Osferth for Daeron

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‘Tell me not to do it, qybor.’ Lucenya whispered to Daeron’s ear.

‘Tell me we’ll run, we’ll never stop until we reach our little keep by the sea.’ Lucenya’s voice was shaking as she wept, ‘…just say something.’

But Daeron didn’t.

‘You told me we’d wait out the war and we’ll run away… that you’ll come back for me one day.’ Lucenya furiously wiped at her eyes with a trembling hand.

‘…but now you’re letting me fall through the sky to shatter my bones on the sharp ruins of your promises.’

[dethronedaisies]

the night does not belong to god

“There is no god here, dear Osferth. Only dragons.”

A monk turned dragonkeeper tries and fails to resist the alluring lord alpha of Driftmark and his omega consort.

[phantagrail]

Is that really what you want?

[neifilie-deactivated20260326]

He's so delicious

Thank you england, thank you derby, thank you Mr and Mrs Mitchell

[fallingprincess]

next week being christmas feels fake but okay

[lopata-four]

Daeron the Daring ❤️‍🩹

[lopata-four]

Book Aemond

(more muscular than necessary, but that's my professional deformation😭)

[lopata-four]

Vaegon Targaryen 💖💋💘

[lopata-four]

Aemond & Aegon 💝

Commission for @aegondisforever

[js-tlk-art]

The men of Wessex are on a dangerous Mission, so someone (Uhtred) will have to share a tent with the king to keep him safe.

The good thing: He gets to be close to Alfred.

The bad thing: Alfred is not a quiet sleeper.

Bonus:

The whole thing is based on a scene from my favourite German crime series, "Tatort: Münster", where the two main character dudes Frank Thiel and Karl-Friedrich Boerne got into a and there was only one bed situation.

Thiel was complaining about how Boerne was apparently talking in his sleep "again" (bro how do you know? Hmm?), and asked him to turn around.

But instead of turning away, Boerne practically attached himself to Thiel which also didn't really seem to bother him.

I had to draw an Alhtred version of this cause it fits in with my headcanon of Alfred speaking Latin in his sleep, or murmuring psalms which really freaks Uhtred out.

[js-tlk-art]

Another meme friday today :3

[dethronedaisies]

you were at my wedding (i was broken, you were drunk)

This fic is nominated for best oneshot in AsoiafFanfiction Awards 2025! If you’ve enjoyed this fic, you may vote for it here

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A luceron / lucemond oneshot.

FCs: TLK Aethelflaed for Lucenya / TLK Osferth for Daeron

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‘Tell me not to do it, qybor.’ Lucenya whispered to Daeron’s ear.

‘Tell me we’ll run, we’ll never stop until we reach our little keep by the sea.’ Lucenya’s voice was shaking as she wept, ‘…just say something.’

But Daeron didn’t.

‘You told me we’d wait out the war and we’ll run away… that you’ll come back for me one day.’ Lucenya furiously wiped at her eyes with a trembling hand.

‘…but now you’re letting me fall through the sky to shatter my bones on the sharp ruins of your promises.’

[kosmogrl]

daily affirmations:

no one is watching me all the time

[dethronedaisies]

you were at my wedding (i was broken, you were drunk)

This fic is nominated for best oneshot in AsoiafFanfiction Awards 2025! If you’ve enjoyed this fic, you may vote for it here

--

A luceron / lucemond oneshot.

FCs: TLK Aethelflaed for Lucenya / TLK Osferth for Daeron

--

‘Tell me not to do it, qybor.’ Lucenya whispered to Daeron’s ear.

‘Tell me we’ll run, we’ll never stop until we reach our little keep by the sea.’ Lucenya’s voice was shaking as she wept, ‘…just say something.’

But Daeron didn’t.

‘You told me we’d wait out the war and we’ll run away… that you’ll come back for me one day.’ Lucenya furiously wiped at her eyes with a trembling hand.

‘…but now you’re letting me fall through the sky to shatter my bones on the sharp ruins of your promises.’

[byjove]

my knight dismissed me as his squire for shrieking “DIVA DOWN!” when he was unhorsed on the battlefield

[urdnotflexthejedibard]

@ Loras Tyrell

[writercultureis]

writer culture is rereading your old writing and feeling like it was written by an entirely different person

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