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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA in The Witcher Season 2 Teaser Trailer

[draedys]

rises from the depths of hell on this blog to tell you all that i’m making a grishaverse-verse for draedys .. and he’s gonna be a heartrender, obviously ... i mean realistically i could see him being a darkling but since they’re so rare we’re just gonna go w a heartrender

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please know that draedys is so Lorge that if he has to use a two-handed sword that’s Not specially made for him, he can only use one hand so like... just appreciate how Hot it would be to watch him get attacked by a group of people, absolutely Wreck one guy, take his sword, and then just start swinging it around as if it’s nothing to take out the others

[draedys]

lovestoofew·:

Lucille recovered from her position with as much grace as she’d dipped into it. “I have no intention of being presumptuous enough to assume your time is not best spent on more important matters,” she said before looking at others around them, “As you said, your grace, we are here to socialize,” she agreed turning back to him and smiling just a bit. “And it seems you’re about as happy to be here as I. Not to say speaking to you is unwelcome.” she was doing her best not to ramble anxiously as she was prone, but well, he was a prince and tall enough to make her look a toddler next to him.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,               a   small   crease   forming   between   his   eyebrows   as   he   did.   “my   idea   of   more   important   matters   would   mean   that   i   would   not   be   here   in   the   first   place,”   he   said   finally.   “but   i   am   here,   so   i   shall   relegate   my   time   to   the   matters   at   hand   that   come   with   the   social   season.”               if   he’d   had   his   way,   he   would   be   home,   with   his   brother   and   sister,   but   that   was   not   an   option   afforded   to   him.               “i   am   not   a   social   person.   pleasantries   have   never   been   my   strong   suit.”   he   lacked   patience   to   niceties,   which   was   not   the   only   reason   he   hated   it   all   -   not   that   it   mattered.   “i   won’t   hold   it   against   you.”

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[draedys]

❛ 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?     what’s the saying?     every time a targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.     but that’s the problem.      𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅.     that’s what makes him a beast. ❜      ●     est mar 2020.

[draedys]

draedys, at any given moment in his life: have i told you how much i love @likeprotege?

[lovestoofew]

@draedys​ tapped that ❤

“Your highness,” Lucille greeted as she dipped herself low to the ground in reverence of the man who would be king, a curious thing for him not to have married even still, after so many years, but she had heard the rumors and scandal, not that it was her place to comment on such things. “I had hoped to have a word, your grace,” she said, not quite managing to bring her eyes to his, intimidated by his station alone, never mind his physical stature which honestly baffled her and made her feel impossibly small.

[draedys]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠,               -               not   that   the   dip   made   a   huge   deal   of   different   to   the   majority   of   people   he   spoke   to,   -   draedys   made   a   low   hum   of   recognition   in   the   back   of   his   throat.   his   words   were   few   and   far   between,   the   sort   of   thing   he   chose   sparingly   solely   because   it   tended   to   mean   that   people   paid   more   attention   to   what   he   said   when   he   did   finally   speak.   “lady   lucille,”   he   rumbled,   voice   just   as   low   as   one   might   have   suspected   due   to   his   side,   or   perhaps   maybe   even   lower.               “if   you   wish   to   speak,   by   no   means   allow   me   to   stop   you.               i   suppose   mingling   is   my   entire   point   of   being   here,   is   it   not?”   not   that   he   was   quite   happy   about   that,   but   there   was   not   much   he   could   do.

[nowat-shesdaylight]

why she’d requested to go to the event alone was beyond her, especially now that she’d been alone to fend for herself.   maximus would be so disappointed, and she knew that he liked to be the one to give her a heads up on those in the room.   how certain people were living a facade to save face, how others were just…   trying too hard.    cue rapunzel, while in a panic, fast walking up toward the prince with slightly raised eyebrows.  “quick, i need you to pretend that i just told such a funny joke and that you cannot keep yourself from laughing.”   she was trying to escape an awfully awkward and boring conversation with someone else.  // @draedys liked.

[draedys]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞,               confusion   running   through   him.   saying   that   he   didn’t   laugh   would   be   a   bit   dramatic,   in   some   respects   -   because,   in   truth,   he   did   laugh   -   but   those   occasions   were   few   and   far   between,   and   hardly   something   he   could   do   on   command,   even.   but,   he   supposed,   if   he   continued   to   stare   at   her,   most   would   think   it   rude.   “i   don’t   laugh,”   he   relented,   even   if   the   statement   wasn’t   the   full   truth,               because   really,   what   could   he   do?               and   a   faint   hum   -   gruff   and   throaty   -   sounded   in   the   back   of   his   throat   as   he   stared   down   at   her,   chin   tilted   down   to   set   his   gaze   on   her.   “why?”

[draedys]

❛ 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?     what’s the saying?     every time a targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.     but that’s the problem.      𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅.     that’s what makes him a beast. ❜      ●     est mar 2020.

[draedys]

                  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆... 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐘𝐒

                            next in line to the throne   //   thirty two years of age

Draedys Targaryen had never planned on being King. His older brother was well liked by the people, and so he’d accepted his future as a Duke before he’d gotten too old - but then the tragedy had happened. In one night, the King and Queen, his brother, and his brother’s young family, were gone, and it was Draedys’ head that the crown come to rest. Young and still unmarried, it was decided that he would hold the title of Prince until the event of his marriage, but as years passed, it seemed less and less likely that a wedding was on the horizon. That is, of course, how Draedys came to be in England, participating in the social season, with the hope of his advisors that he may find a suitable wife there, if he can’t find one in their own country. That is, of course, a somewhat lofty hope for them to have - at least in Draedys’ opinion, it is.

Someone known for trysts between the bedsheets but no formal courtships, being linked to the prince is something of a social scandal for any young lord or lady, though he seems not to care much for what others think. The only ones who have truly gotten to experience the prince’s kind side are his younger brother and sister, who were nought more than small children when their parents died.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒...

Prince Viserys & Princess Daenerys. younger brother & sister. ( current npcs )

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                                        𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

DEAREST GENTLE READER, you do not know me and, rest assured, you never shall; but i certainly know you.      as the social season begins to arrive upon us we are graced with the newest of misses and seeking misters;    this author finds herself compelled to share the most curious of news that comes about during the season.     if there is a scandal, i shall uncover it.       

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draedys, at any given moment in his entire life: fite me ???

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❛ 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?     what’s the saying?     every time a targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.     but that’s the problem.      𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅.     that’s what makes him a beast. ❜      ●     est mar 2020.

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@ourredxmption​ said :  ( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room / elizabeta

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.           he’s been receiving them for what would amount to - most likely - his entire life, and there isn’t a part of him that remembers what it’s like to not be stared at. to be watched. he’s grown to ignore it now, tuning it out whenever he feels a lingering stare, but he doesn’t ignore it either.          𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘, 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠.           he is nothing if not intimidating, but he does his best not to appear cold. there are customs to uphold - he needs to be introduced in order to speak to her, at least properly, and as a man of few words he doesn’t quite know who could make the introduction. it is, perhaps, something he leaves in her hands, to do with as she pleases, now that she knows that he is aware of her gaze.

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@wclfcrown​ said : ( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐲𝐬’ 𝐥𝐚𝐩,           and it’s not an unwelcome position. his hands settle on the other male’s waist, tugging him closer until he can lean against his chest, lips already searching out the spot where the stark man’s neck meets his shoulder.          𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑖𝑚,           and he makes no secret of just how truly entranced by robb he is. “have the scavengers left to their beds for the night?” it’s what he’s taken to calling the lords that hover around them now, likening them to nothing but vermin who hover, looking for scraps as they make the real kill. he keeps his disdain for them no secret from his young lover, though he doesn’t let them know his opinions. the question is more for robb than another else, a question to if he should allow his hands to wander, to drift beneath fabric and search out skin.