Ellen Flyer

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Headcanon: The Valerions’ hearing and voices are wack due to prolonged periods of yelling to communicate with their dragons mid-flight.

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"Then let me make it a question." He smiled, sharp and cruel. "Were you really wearing just one tower? Or were your soldiers exaggerating?"

Yevgeniya opened one eye, fixing him with a gaze that was utterly devoid of emotion. "They were not exaggerating."

Daemon's smile widened. "And how did you feel? Walking out like that? So... exposed?"

Yevgeniya sat up slowly, her movements languid. Her expression was unreadable, her voice flat as she replied, "Hey, I sometimes grow a hair on my left nipple. Very thick, but just one single one. I actually have one growing right now. Wanna see that too?"

She started unbuttoning her robes, her movements lazy, unhurried.

Daemon's smile froze. His eyes went wide, his wine goblet forgotten in his hand.

Before anyone could react, Alexandr moved. He crossed the distance between them in three quick strides, grabbed his sister, and literally picked her up like a sack of potatoes.

Yevgeniya let out a surprised "Oof!" as she was hoisted over his shoulder. Her robes fluttered, her pipe nearly falling from her hand.

"Apologies," Alexandr said, his voice carrying the strained calm of someone who had done this many times before. "She is not herself. She is never herself when she has been smoking. I will return her to her chambers and ensure she gets some rest."

He turned and walked away, Yevgeniya's protests muffled against his back.

"Put me down, you confused goose! I was just being honest!"

"You are never honest when you are high."

"I am always honest when I am high! That is the problem!"

Daemon stared after them, his mouth open, his wine goblet forgotten. The other lords and ladies who had witnessed the exchange were frozen in various states of shock and amusement.

Rhaenyra was the first to speak, her voice carrying a note of barely suppressed laughter. "Well, uncle. That was... educational."

Daemon turned to her, his expression one of genuine bewilderment. "She... she offered to show me her..."

"She offered to show you her hair," Corlys said dryly. "On her nipple. I believe that's what she said."

"She offered to show me her nipple hair!" Daemon's voice had risen to a near-shriek. "The Duchess of Drakoniya, Grand Tutor of Valeikova, Minister of Warfare, offered to show me her nipple hair!"

"To be fair," Tyland Lannister observed, his voice carrying the deadpan delivery of someone who had seen far stranger things in his life, "she was very calm about it. She seemed almost... bored."

"She always seems bored!" Daemon turned to his brother, his expression one of desperate appeal. "Viserys! Tell me I did not just witness that!"

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples. "I wish I could, brother. But I believe we all did."

From the corridor, Yevgeniya's voice echoed back to them, clear and unconcerned.

"Tell Prince Daemon he is welcome to inspect the hair at any time! I keep it very well-maintained!"

"I am not telling him that!" Alexandr's voice was strained. "I am never telling anyone that! We are going to bed!"

"But my hair—!"

"GOING. TO. BED."

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Can I ask what theme you use on AO3? It looks very appropriate for fantasy fanfiction

Here you go: AO3 medieval skin.

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My favorite moments in Chapter VII of YSIIII.

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Queen Aliseara the First was the first anointed Queen, following her husband’s anointing. Her husband, King Polysem the First, consolidated the Valerions’ rule over its vassals after his forebears had vanquished but not annexed them. He crowned himself King and posthumously honoured his parents as “the first true monarchs of Valeikova”.

It was recorded that, however, the King was trusting and unguarded in nature. If not for Queen Aliseara’s council and his Cabinet’s loyalty, his rule would have been rather chaotic.

(Yes basically the Valerions’ dragons like them bc they are pretty and shiny.)

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I need to do more of these for my HOTD fanfic (Wattpad).

(This will mainly be a gen fic).

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“…Queen Alicent had come to visit her husband. When she pushed the door open, he was standing in front of the unfinished model of Old Valyria, as usual. However, there was an inexplicable, unfamiliar weariness on his face, and his back bent, as if carrying the weight of time with him. He looked just like when Rhaenyra’s mother and brother passed. The thought startled Alicent, which left her shaking and nauseous. She inhaled sharply, pushing the unhappy thoughts away. The silence weighed heavily in the room, save for the crackling of the dim candle, yet the Queen found herself wanting it to stay for just a few more seconds.

Alicent’s gaze travelled and was caught by a crow dozing off while resting on her husband’s desk. It was the one who carried the letter to them. It had flown relentlessly across seas, carrying a freezing dragon scale on its back. When that night’s feast ended, Princess Rhaenyra had brought the bird to a maester. Its back and wings were partly frozen and a patch of feathers had to be removed, yet the crow wasn’t spooked or disruptive. It only cawed disapprovingly whenever the maester was too rough or careless. It was admirable, really, how clever and resilient the creature was.

The children, especially Helaena, seemed to have taken a liking to the crow. The boys kept harassing it, trying to spook it and feed it barely edible things. Aemond was less of a little devil, but more of a curious cat. Alicent thought he saw the crow and its letter as an opportunity, maybe even a miracle. Helaena had more peaceful ways of bonding with the bird. She would take care of its wound herself with such heed and kindness that the crow crooned to her, and whisper to it things Alicent couldn’t quite catch. Apart from this, the seemingly unlikely duo would just stare at each other (in fondness, and perhaps curiosity) the entire time. (The crow had, luckily, never tried to eat any of Helaena’s bugs.) Most of the time, however, the creature just followed Viserys around, even perching brazenly on his shoulders. It would occasionally caw, jump around, and flap its wings (very vigorously, mind you) as if urging him to write back to Valeikova. The crow was like a breath of fresh air in this suffocating Keep, but Alicent knew this would bring much more dreadful things to Westeros….”

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Is there a fanfic where Rhaenyra solves her problems by fucking (all of) the Targtower children

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She’s a bit of a Mary Sue tbh

These are not even half of her titles. Had a lot of fun drawing this (and procrastinating on chapter 2 of my HOTD fanfic (Wattpad)).

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[HOTD fanfic] your sanity is insanity in itself.

Tags (to be updated): HOTD Fix-it. The Dance doesn’t happen, but Otto Hightower someone will still die. Original Characters. Family Bonding.

Relationships (to be updated): Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen. Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Summary:

Valeikova’s Dragon of the North, exhausted and so incredibly traumatized after dealing with a full blown civil war caused by what is essentially family drama, yearned for a fucking break, one that did not result in her having even more responsibilities on her shoulders.

When letters came about a newly discovered land called “Westeros”, however, she knew that things would not go her way: there was no room for a break, responsibilities sought her how lovers sought each other’s arms (or did she seek them herself?).

Valeikova did their research, and then as they decided that they could not just pretend Westeros doesn’t exist however big or small of a threat it is, they had to send someone to impress Westeros, or preferably, intimidate it.

That someone was her and she (un)happily obliged.

It was the most important purpose of her position, after all. Intimidation.

or

A fortunately unfortunate envoy found herself caught up in the family feud of the Targaryens. Being the ever dutiful eldest daughter with zero proper childhood and a tendency to fix things she did not ruin, she decided that they should know they fucked up and are fucked up, and if they do not sort things out, she will.

Read it here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

or here:

[house of the dragon] your sanity is insanity in itself. - Foreword.

Read Foreword. from the story [house of the dragon] your sanity is insanity in itself. by _ATNK_ (Hypersomnia.) with 1...

Actual chapters will be posted from next weekend if all goes according to plan.

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Manipulating the children out of goodwill 😍

Otto refuses to address her correctly because he doesn’t want to recognize her claims to her titles, but she doesn’t give a flying fuck.

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Girlie literally snacks on jewels what did you expect?

To Yevgeniya, “modest” is three necklaces instead of five, pearls instead of diamonds, woven patterns instead of embroidery.

Almost all of her clothes and accessories (and her siblings’) Yevgeniya designs and/or makes herself. She can weave, sew, embroider, jewel… and do those things so excellently that her products are a luxury even among nobility.

If she ain’t a fashion icon I don’t know who is.

(I can’t find the painting’s artist, if you know please tell me.)

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- Riddle. Stay calm.

Malfoy snatched his wrist, which was holding the wand, lowered his head and whispered to him. His golden, untuck hair and his warm breath tickled his neck, making him shiver and slacken his wand. He never got used to Malfoy’s unrealistic warmth.

Tom hurriedly hid the murderous look on his face and went back to his plate. Rosier was cursing at Muggleborns and bragging about her so-called pure bloodline. Tom didn’t quite enjoy pretending to be oblivious while being heaped on insults, but he knew Malfoy wouldn’t leave both him and Rosier alone if he went out of his mind and attacked Rosier right inside the Great Hall. Rosier wanted to provoke Tom, even more so as he stayed resigned, so she used whatever cruel words she could think of. And in the end, as she still hasn’t succeeded, she spat out a “Boring!” and put on a victorious smile, turning to Malfoy with her chin up:

- I didn’t know you took pleasure in hanging out with such filthy mudbloods.

- You do now. Shut your mouth with your breakfast before you are gifted a beautiful, beautiful Crucio.

Malfoy lazily rolled his eyes to Rosier, and his voice was just as insipid - small enough for the other houses to not hear, loud enough for the ill-fated Slytherins sitting nearby to turn themselves into thin air. Fortunately, Rosier was smart enough to know that Malfoy was livid and didn't want to be messed with, so after laughing it off, she changed the subject. Tom didn’t know what kind of world they are living in, but he has seen Malfoy use Crucio and Imperio a few times. Not as proficient as his other spells, but thinking about what Malfoy had gone through to be able to use the Unforgivable Curses at the age of fifteen made him nauseous.

Malfoy politely placed the napkin on the table and got up to leave, not forgetting to whisper to Tom about his behavior among the snakes that were so painfully eager to stick their fangs in his throat. He stared blankly at Malfoy for a moment, then quickly finished his breakfast, following him and walking side by side with him back to their dorm room. He could never like others’ chilling cold.

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Britain: France, could you take a look at this bottle and tell me if it’s wine or perfume?

France: Sure, give it to me.

France: *chugs down whole bottle*

Britain:

France: It’s perfume.

Britain:

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Moodboards I made for the Four Directions.

Yevgeniya M. P. Morozov - Red, white, blue (blood, fire, snow, ice).

Gunhilda A. Andersen - Blue, white (tears, sadness, purity).

Mielen (V. Morozov) - Black, red, white (night, blood, candles, snow).

Viktor B. Soldat - Blue, white, gold (winter, snow, tusks, gold).

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Little My icon. All the love for the gremlin child.

I was gonna do one for everything main character, but when it came to Mymble it started to become way too sappy.

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Based on my fanfiction The Favourite.

And the cringe af TikTok video of it.

Hypersomnia on TikTok

You can run faster, yes, but not enough to run away from your heartbreak. Original art, please do not repost without permission. #thirteenco