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Welcome if you're new here! I'm over on ao3 as kilmorgancastle too but here it begins on tumblr!
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18+ MDNI
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
LOVE YOUR DUM AND MAD
ongoing
Baelor survives Ashford. This is the aftermath for him and his second wife Lucia Tully.
AO3
TRACK ONE - ACHING BONES
TRACK TWO - TO BE A YOUNG MAN
TRACK THREE - RUNAWAY
TRACK FOUR - THE DEVIL
TRACK FIVE - FLOATING
TRACK SIX - ALL I WANT
TRACK SEVEN - USED IT ALL
TRACK EIGHT - DREARY TOWN
TRACK NINE - REMEMBER
TRACK TEN - FILTHY GAME
TRACK ELEVEN - WINTER REIGNS
glory box (5:06, โdummyโ, portishead, 26 september 1994)
ongoing
In which Caroline Coldwater gets the job as Professor Baelor Targaryen's research assistant
ao3
PROLOGUE
ONE - FOR ITS SUCH A LOVELY DAY
TWO - THROUGH THE GLORY OF LIFE
listen - are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?
complete
Footsteps echoed on the stone slabs, pulling Baelor from his thoughts. He looked up to see one of Princess Alysโ handmaidens, one whose name he couldnโt immediately recall, walking towards him. She was, he had thought since she had first appeared in the Keep not long ago, really rather pretty.
Baelor survives Ashford, and decides to live his life, rather than just exist in it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
ao3
IN SILENCE DEEP, AS THUS,
complete
On the verge of giving up completely, King Baelor II Targaryen gives Aelinor Penrose a glimmer of hope in the stagnant wasteland that is her marriage to his younger brother, Aerys.
Baelor x Aelinor
3k. Rated T.
DALGLIESH
Adam Dalgliesh/Emma Lavenham oneshots
such means as are within my reach (ao3)
After the exhibition, Adam writes to Emma and tells her a few things he feels she deserves to know.
1k. Rated T. CW: death, child loss, widowhood, grief
the water sustains me without even trying (ao3)
Adam has a long, hard day at work and has to cancel his dinner with Emma. She invites him over to her place for dinner instead, and there's a surprise waiting for him when he arrives.
0.6k. Rated M. CW: mentions of sex
joy is not made to be a crumb (ao3)
Adam gives into the joy.
0.5k. Rated G. CW: Mentions of dead spouse.
improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing (ao3)
From the moment Emma walked into Adam's flat, she knew she was being seduced. Slowly, carefully, methodically.
2.5k. Rated EXPLICIT. CW: smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, praise kink
my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush
As anti-AI as I am, whether we're talking about fanfiction or art, I don't think we should be going to other people's blogs to harass them. Let them tag their work as AI-generated, and the people who want to engage with that kind of content will, while those who don't can simply avoid it. I think that's a better approach than shaming. Otherwise, people will just stop tagging their AI content to avoid harassment, and then we'll end up with a witch hunt instead.
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
Guess what, folks! It's summer! And it's gonna be a hot one, because they all are, recently :(
Did you know you can lose about a liter of water, a gram of sodium, and 300mg potassium in an hour of profuse sweating? If you're working outside in the heat, or even just existing in a very hot and humid environment, you're gonna want to replace the electrolytes you're losing, and you're gonna have to be purposeful about it.
But electrolyte drink mixes, while convenient, are surprisingly expensive for what they are. So I'm going to give you a top secret recipe that you can whip up for literal pennies that will replace what you're losing in sweat.
1 liter of water
1/2 tsp table salt (about 1g of sodium)
1/8 tsp potassium chloride salt substitute (about 350mg potassium. NuSalt is a popular brand, it's sold near the salt at the grocery store. If you don't have this, replace 6oz (180ml) of the water with orange juice or eat something high in potassium, like a banana, each hour you're sweating)
6-8 tsp of granulated sugar (you do actually need this and not a no calorie alternative- sugar helps speed up the absorption of electrolytes in the gut. You can omit if using orange juice for your potassium source, though!)
Lemon or lime juice for flavor, optional
Mix together and drink 1 liter for each hour you're profusely sweating. Adjust your intake so that your pee is light yellow.
If you want to make this mix ahead of time, put 1x the recipe of salt, sugar, and potassium, along with unsweetened Kool Aid powder or crystalized lemon or lime juice, in a small baggie. I do not recommend putting multiple servings worth in a baggie, as the ingredients settle differently and you might not get the right ratio.
NOTE: like any electrolyte drink, it works better if you sip it instead of chugging. If you chug it, you end up pooping out a lot of your electrolytes, even with the sugar.
I had mistakenly absorbed so much bullshit about sports drinks being "unhealthy" that I learned the hard way that when you work outdoors chugging plain water will NOT rehydrate you properly. great resource thx
On the verge of giving up completely, King Baelor II Targaryen gives Aelinor Penrose a glimmer of hope in the stagnant wasteland that is her marriage to his younger brother, Aerys.
CW: divorce, talk of marital neglect, probably emotional abuse, aerys i targaryen, brief mention of death in childbirth, consummation of marriage
TAGS: divorce, marriage contracts, crying, marital neglect, baelor lives, king baelor, baelor and aelinor are besties who have a BIG realisation, baelor being the mvp, first kiss
Rating: T
WC: 3k
MASTERLIST
AN: hello there! this was partly inspired by this post from @whateverthought and the idea of Baelor and Aelinor would not leave me alone! This is an emotional one but I promise it has a happy ending!
The rain battered against the windows of the Keep, winter winds howling off the water and around the corridors. Aelinor was sitting on a chaise in the Library, half-reading a novel that had been recommended to her by one of her ladies. When the weather was bad, she spent most of her time in the Library. Aerys was somewhere in there, deep into his books. She did not know if he was even aware of her presence in the same room.
Even if he had been, it would have mattered little.
They had been married for almost twenty years and Aelinor still felt as if she hardly knew him. The day of their marriage, twenty year old Aelinor had stood in Prince Aerysโ chamber in a thin nightdress, ready to become his wife in truth. He had walked in, not looked at her, had taken a small needle to his finger to spread some blood on the sheets, and then climbed into the bed.
โYou need not stay here,โ He had said, โYour chambers are next door, if you desire.โ
In the years since, Aelinorโs chambers had moved further down the corridor to allow for Aerys to have his beloved books closer to him. By this point in their marriage, Aelinor hardly saw her husband. It was not necessarily a hardship, but it was lonely. She had her ladies, she spent time with her goodparents โ who were as understanding as they could be, having seen the man that their son had grown into โ but there felt as if there was a void inside her.
She knew it was immature, childish almost, but she yearned to love and be loved. She had realised, as she had grown older and as her parents had gone to the care of the gods, that there was probably not a soul in the world that loved her.
She had had a friend in Dyanna Dayne, her goodsister, but she had perished after the birth of her sixth child. Six nieces and nephews for Aelinor to dote on, Alys and Rhaegal providing three more, and another two from Baelor and the late Jena. Eleven in all, all beloved by their Aunt Aelinor. She spent a lot of time with the children, especially those with their mother gone, but she longed for a child of her own. She knew her time had passed, she was forty now, but the longing remained. She longed, even, for the opportunity to try and become with child, but that had never occurred.
As she sat on the chaise, novel in hand, she found herself about to weep.
She did not call to Aerys as she left the room for her chambers, knowing he would be more annoyed at the disturbance than grateful for the knowledge of her plans. She slipped from the room as the tears threatened to fall from her eyes and tried to walk through the corridors calmly, to try and not look like she was about to cry and running away from her problems. In her rush, her eyes were down and she was not looking where she was going โ determined to be anywhere but near Aerys โ when she went thump into a strong, broad chest.
She looked up and saw Baelor, her goodbrother. He had always been a good friend to her, the closest brother in age to the one she was tied to. He steadied her with hands on her arms, strong and warm.
โAelinor,โ He said quietly, โAre you alright?โ
She looked up at him and knew instantly he could tell she was not. He had been a sensitive man before Ashford, before he had been injured by his brother in the trial of seven, but after his recovery he had mellowed more, if that were possible. More women at court than ever were in love with him.
โCome to my solar with me, Aelinor. You do not have to tell me what troubles you, you may weep on me to your heartโs content, but I would not have you be alone.โ He said, holding out his arm for her.
โYou are too kind, goodbrother,โ Aelinor replied, โI would not set you out of your plans.โ
โMy plans do not matter,โ Baelor replied, which Aelinor knew was a lie, he was a King of six moons passing after all, โI would see you comfortable and happy first.โ
She took his arm and followed him, appearing to all who passed as just a goodbrother and goodsister, spending time in the company of each other. Nobody would deny Aelinor that, not when they knew what Aerys was like, how he had abandoned his wife upon stepping away from the altar of the Sept on the day of their marriage.
Aelinor walked into the solar ahead of Baelor and perched delicately on the edge of the chaise by the fire, fighting the urge to sink into the cushions and furs. Baelor shut the door with a quick word to the Kingsguard that they were not to be disturbed except for emergencies, and walked over to her.
โMay I sit with you? Or would you rather I sat at my desk and worked on treaties whilst you work through your feelings?โ He asked quietly.
Aelinor shuffled up a little to make space for him on the chaise, and he sat quickly, an arm running along the back of the seat behind her. She looked up from her lap and saw him looking at her, the mismatched eyes that had been her friends for two decades looking back to her.
โBe comfortable, Aelinor. You need not stand on ceremony with me. I have known you long enough to know how you sit when you are comfortable. Your feet are on the floor rather than tucked beneath you. Settle in, and tell me what is wrong.โ
โHow well you know me,โ Aelinor replied as she got comfortable, โBetter than your brother does, I would wager.โ
Baelor stood for a moment and poured them each a goblet of wine, handing Aelinor hers along with a handkerchief. He had seen her through her tears often enough to know she would need one.
โWhat has he done now?โ Baelor asked. He had been asking this question to Aelinor for the last twenty years. She had had friends in Jena and Dyanna, he knew, and now they were gone. Alys had never been particular close to her, he also knew. He could only imagine how she had felt in the years since Jena and Dyanna had been taken. He had been grateful for her friendship in those years, too, a steadying female constant for his sons in the absence of their late mother.
โHe has not done anything, as usual, he simply wishes to be left alone with his books. In turn, that leaves me alone. I was simply caught in my thoughts, thatโs all. I feel better for being out of the library, at least.โ Aelinor replied, sipping the goblet of Dornish Red he had poured for her.
Baelor similarly sipped his wine, silently encouraging her to go on. She knew that he knew some of her deepest secrets, things nobody else knew. She trusted him like nobody else.
โI long for a child, still,โ She said after a moment, โThough I grow older and Aerys grows more absent, if such a thing is possible. I long for affection, for that companionship.โ
Aelinor paused and took a deep breath, full in the knowledge that she was on the precipice.
โWhat if nobody ever loves me, Baelor? There is not a soul in this realm that really, truly loves me.โ
The tears began to fall, then, and Baelor was quick to place both of their goblets of wine onto the table nearby, before he pulled her into his arms. Her head, dark hair in a neat updo, tucked under his chin as the tears poured from her, soaking into the soft velvet of his doublet. He clutched her close, her smaller frame fitting neatly inside his larger one.
As she cried, Aelinor could not think of a single time when Aerys had held her thus.
โEven if my brother does not,โ Baelor whispered into her hair as her sobs began to calm, rubbing a comforting hand around her shoulders, โThere will be somebody who loves you, Aelinor. Tell me, what can I do to make you happy?โ
Aelinor froze in his arms, and pulled back.
โI do not recall the last time somebody asked me that question. I do not know what to say.โ
โYou do not have to say anything,โ Baelor replied, โYou can think for as long as you wish. Just know that nothing is beyond your reach.โ
They sat there in the quiet a little longer, rain spattering the windows, sipping the wine in their goblets.
โI am sure you would not be able to grant me what I truly want,โ Aelinor said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence, โwhich is an annulment. Our marriage is not true, but after all these years it is too much to wish.โ
Baelor made a face at her and she did not know what it meant, but she had built up her confidence and would not be beaten by a manโs face now.
โI have never even been kissed, Baelor. How sad is that? I am forty and I have never even been kissed.โ
Baelor looked at her for a moment, and recalled that Aerys had kissed his brideโs cheek in the Sept on their wedding day.
It was the least appropriate thing he could say to her, a King to his goodsister, but the urge pulled at him and he said it anyway.
โAelinor, would you let me kiss you?โ
He looked over at her and saw something he did not think he had ever seen in her before: hope.
โYou would do that? For me?โ
โKissing a beautiful woman is hardly a hardship, Aelinor.โ
Aelinor blushed โ she could not recall the last time somebody had called her beautiful โ and turned to him.
โThen, yes, Baelor. I would like that very much. I would like to know how it feels just once.โ
She watched as he shifted closer to her, a gentle hand coming to rest on her cheek. Aelinor instinctively closed her eyes as he leaned in close, his lips barely brushing hers. He pulled back slightly, before he leant in again, this time his lips meeting hers fully. Aelinor sighed into the kiss, Baelorโs arms coming around her.
They sat there and kissed a little while, Aelinor luxuriating for a time in the feeling of his lips on hers, his arms resting around her.
It was he that pulled away, only for breath.
The way he looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes, made Aelinor want to cry anew.
โThis has been a beautiful dream, Baelor, but I should go,โ She whispered as she stood, gathering herself as she made her way to the door, โThank you.โ
She was about to put a hand on the door handle when Baelor stood and spoke.
โAelinor, Iโฆif an annulment is what you wish, I will look into the matter for you, discreetly.โ He said quickly, as if saying it before he lost the confidence to do so.
Aelinorโs hand stopped halfway to the latch on the door.
โIt is a nice thought, but what would I do then? I would be free of Aerys but nobody would marry me. I was rejected by a prince, or so it would seem. I am forty, too old to be producing heirs for Lords. I would be free, but stuck all the same.โ She replied sadly, the arguments for and against a common debate in her mind.
Baelor did not speak for a moment, and then.
โI would marry you,โ He said, walking over to her, โA prince for a king. I have three brothers, two of whom have sons. The small council are aware that I will not marry for any reason other than affection. I would marry you, Aelinor, if you would have me.โ
โIt would not be a marriage of love.โ
โIt would be a marriage of affection, Aelinor. You would be by my side, involved in my life, keep me company in my bed if you chose to. I could justify the annulment to the council by saying I need a queen, and who better but you? You have been at court for twenty years, you would be an asset beyond comprehension to me. It also happens that I am fond of you. You do not need to make a decision now, but think on it. I cannot imagine Aerys would mind.โ
โI cannot imagine Aerys would notice,โ Aelinor replied, โI shall think on it Baelor. Thank you.โ
She left the room without another word and made her way to her chamber, hands shaking. Her hands shook as she took down her hair, as her maid helped her into her nightclothes, as she sat at her vanity after the maid had left, looking at herself in the glass as if she had been made anew.
As she laid in bed, the sheets soft against her skin, she considered the idea of Baelor lying beside her, and how she didnโt mind that idea.
When she woke the next morning, Aelinor woke with one thought on her mind.
It would be, she thought, rather easy to fall in love with Baelor.
And what terrified her was the realisation that the idea of being in love with Baelor didnโt terrify her at all. In fact, she couldnโt find any argument against considering herself halfway there already.
Her maid brought her breakfast on a tray, which she ate in bed, a note tucked beneath the plate. She opened it once the maid had left.
I hope you slept well, your first night as a kissed woman. I spoke to Aerys, he will confirm the marriage was never consummated. The choice is yours. You can have the annulment and marry me. You can have the annulment and not marry me. I would not hold it against you, not you who I hold in such high regard. B.
It made her heart race. She turned it over on her hands, noting one more bit of writing on the parchment.
Come and see me in my solar once you are dressed. There is something I wish to say that I did not have the confidence to last night.
That really made her heart race.
She dressed quickly and traced the familiar route back to Baelorโs solar. She knocked on the door when she arrived.
โEnter.โ Baelorโs voice called. Aelinor opened the door and stepped inside, finding Baelor sitting with the Small Council around him, and Aerys too.
โAelinor, come in,โ Baelor said, gesturing for her to take a seat by the fire, โWe have been hard at work this morning.โ
Aelinor crossed the room and sat where Baelor had said, the very seat she had sat in the previous evening when he had kissed her. She noted that Aerys did not look at her, not through any malice, but through distraction. He was stood by Baelorโs bookshelves.
โWe have been considering the matter of the annulment, Aelinor. It is agreed by all that, should you wish it, it will be granted. Aerys has admitted to pricking his finger on your wedding night to smear the sheets with blood. We had all assumed he had done as much, I will admit, but to hear it from his own lips seals it,โ Baelor said, coming to sit beside her, โYou neednโt decide on any other matter, nor should you fear being made to leave court or your rooms. Simply, if you wish to no longer be married to Prince Aerys, you need not be.โ
โI wish it.โ fell from Aelinorโs mouth before she could stop it, the truth racing out of her like it had been on the precipice for who knows how long.
โThen it is done. Grand Maester, Iโm sure I can trust you to draw up the appropriate paperwork. From this moment, let it be known that the marriage of Prince Aerys and Lady Aelinor Penrose has been annulled, it never being consummated. The lady will, however, always remain a cherished member of our family.โ Baelor said, looking to the Maester. The old man nodded and left the room to continue his business.
Aerys followed him, not even sparing a glance for his former wife.
Maekar followed quickly after Aerys.
โIโll give him a piece of my mind.โ he muttered as he left.
The rest of the council were soon to follow, and Aelinor found herself alone in the solar with Baelor once more.
She let out a deep breath and sunk back into the cushions, Baelor joining her on the chaise.
โYou are free, Aelinor, if you want to be.โ
She looked at him curiously, and he knew why.
โWhat did you want to say to me? That you did not have the courage to yesterday?โ She asked, sitting up a little to move a little closer to her.
Baelor reached over and took her hand.
โI did not realise until you left for your chambers, just how much I like you. Then, when I was laying in my bed, I considered the idea of you by my side and found that I liked the idea very much. I could love you, Aelinor, very easily, if you would have me. IโฆI want to marry you.โ
โDo the Small Council know this?โ Aelinor replied, hardly recognising the sound of her own voice.
โThey do. They know that I wish to wed you, to make you my queen, if you would have me. Will you?โ He asked, raising her hands to his lips to kiss them, โLet me show you what marriage can really be, a true partnership. Will you marry me, Aelinor?โ
Aelinor found, in the moment, that she could not say yes fast enough. The second the sound was out of her mouth, Baelor was pulling her into his arms, his lips quick to find hers in a kiss that contained all the affection she had craved all her years.
genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
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