ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵒⁿ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿᵇᵃᶜᵏ

at my end, I want to die a dragonrider’s death.

[laedy]

A  PRIVATE  DEPICTION  OF  LADY LAENA  VELARYON TARGARYEN,   A  CHARACTER  FROM  HBO  &  GRRM'S   HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.       BASED  PRIMARILY  ON  META  AND THE SHOW,   SURVIVAL AU BEING HER DEFAULT.     BY  OUISA.          RULES.

A  STUDY  IN:    FREEDOM VERSUS DUTY, THE WEIGHT OF LEGACY, THE EXPECTATIONS PLACED UPON NOBLE DAUGHTERS, DRAGONS AND BELONGING, WOMANHOOD, MOTHERHOOD, LOVE CHOSEN OVER AMBITION, RECLAIMING AUTONOMY, LIVING IN THE SHADOW OF GREATNESS, IDENTITY BEYOND BLOODLINE, QUIET RESILIENCE, SURVIVING GRIEF, FAMILY LOYALTY, THE COST OF PRIDE, POLITICAL SACRIFICE, IMPOSSIBLE CHOICES, STRENGTH MISUNDERSTOOD AS SOFTNESS, FINDING PEACE IN A WORLD THAT PROFITS FROM WAR, CHOOSING MERCY WHEN VENGEANCE IS EASIER, AND WRITING YOUR OWN STORY BEFORE HISTORY CAN WRITE IT FOR YOU.

[calisverse]

HBO's House of the Dragon (2022, United States) Season One, Episode Six / Season One , Episode Eight

Daemon and Laena. Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Daemon affection toward his pregnant wives.

[laedy]

when your tuesday morning alarm is thunder so big your house shakes. but good morning ya'll!!

[laedy]

OH, HOW BENEVOLENT.   violet eyes draw narrow as fingers curve and release in a fist.  they slant, then, toward familiar low rumbles from outside.  she misses vhagar.  she's thought, often, if she's contented in this section of her life.  if she's able to rest as often as she did in laena's care.         ❝⠀      how kind of you. ⠀  ❞      deadpan drawl as lips press tight together.  she's put up no fight since she was deposited into this room.   and she won't  -  yet.   she's craftier then they'll anticipate of her.  climbing, roaming just out of peoples' lines of sight.      ❝  ⠀  you didn't offer my mother such kindness when you slaughtered her in the sky.⠀  ❞       jaw tightens while she crosses arms.  what game, she wonders, is he playing?   is she to be a pawn, a prisoner of war, what?    ❝  ⠀  what do you want from me for this supposed help you claim you'll give?⠀  ❞

@13y3 said: ❝ i’ll do everything i can, for you. ❞ accepting.

[ursulaseashell]

THE ONLY WAY TO GET WHAT YOU WANT, IS TO BECOME A HUMAN YOURSELF.

INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE VANESSA DI COSTA [ URSULA ], ORIGINAL SIREN OF THE FIVE OCEANS, THE SEA WITCH AND QUEEN OF MAN. REWORKED BY ITZA (SHE/HER, TWENTY6).

CAN YOU DO THAT?

[moondanceir]

rhaena  sees  to  aegon  and  viserys  at  the  vale.  far  away  from  assassins  slipping  past  their  meager  defenses  right  into  chambers  of  the  royal  family.  her  absence  sat  with  an  unpleasant  weight  against  chest,  they  had  never  truly  parted  ways  not  even  as  babes.  cradles  knocking  against  one  another  in  their  pentoshi  nursery,  she  understood  the  roar  of  waves  before  anything  else,  salty  sea  breeze  ferrying  the  stench  of  dragon's  breath.  at  high  tide  there  stood  a  massive  window  overlooking  an  uneven  cliff's  face  just  below  chambers,  an  outcropping  of  jagged  rocks  carved  away  by  constantly  lapping  water.  she  wishes  they  were  there  now,  flattened  to  the  soaked  sand  as  their  dragons  circled  ahead.  only  diving  down  to  pick  off  mouthful's  of  fish  closest  to  the  surface.  driftmark  was  e'er  home,  how  would  it  fair  without  rhaenys?  weathered  cheeks  wrinkled  with  fondness  every  time  lilac  eyes  beheld  her  gaze,  and  when  it  was  just  the  three  of  them  (  grandsire  gone  and  muna  in  recovery  )  she  shone  brighter  than  ever.

.  .  .  that  light  is  gone  now.  doused  in  dragon's  flame,  spilled  over  the  planes  of  rooks  rest.  blinks,  silver  lashes  dusted  with  faint  droplets  of  shed  tears.  they  burn  her  lower  lash  line,  spill  free  to  follow  cheeks  in  a  tiny  stream.  the  honesty  burns  the  back  of  her  throat  and  her  bottom  lip  wobbles  with  subtle  grief.     ❝    skorī  ondoso?     ❞    would  she  come  to  them  blackened  to  the  bone  ─  would  there  be anything  left  to  honor?  when  she  blinks  it's  filled  with  her  mother's  furiously  shattered  gaze,  the  sadness  and  heat  there,  the  volatile  rage.     ❝    i  should  have  flown  with  her  ...     ❞    sending  just  meleys  was  folly.     ❝    has  grandsire  been  made  aware?     ❞

[laedy]

THUMBS SWEEP AWAY HER CHILD'S TEARS.   a mother's heart breaks along with their child's when they cry.  rare and only warranted, it tugs at her chest watching her grief crash into her in real time.      ❝⠀      aemond. ⠀  ❞      there is no use in dancing around it.  in this war they've all been unceremoniously dumped into, there's no use in pretending their family isn't cleaved in half by it.  that there's not winners and losers.  that the dragon she rode for sixteen years took her mother's life at the behest of a crazed princeling.  she mourns the peace that came with her childhood.  that was ripped to tatters the night of her brother's wedding.     ❝  ⠀  do not do that to yourself.  you were needed here.  i am not ready to part with you forever.⠀  ❞       she could not bear it yet.  losing her eldest would destroy her.  it's meant to be her first.  parents should be first.   lilac gaze goes softer still,  settling now to take both smaller hands in her own before she continues.

❝  ⠀  i've sent for him.  i cannot bear the thought of him finding out in a letter or from strangers.⠀  ❞    no, instead she'll have the image embedded behind eyelids for eternity of her father's heart disintegrating in real time.  perhaps that's the curse of being the last remaining child.  of war.  she'll embrace her father until they both find safety in standing, when the loss feels bearable again.      ❝  ⠀  ziry jorrāelatan ao.  nyke hope ao gīmigon bona.   ❞    softest lilt to her voice yet,  the one she only reserves for her children.  the same one they've always pulled out of her.   they'll both be mourning the loss even amid the heat of battle when it comes.  she'll miss her mother forever, just as she misses laenor.

[laedy]

laena named her son aerin. aerin targaryen would've had his mother's curls like his sisters, and the purple eyes all targs had. he would've been the prettiest little boy, laena just knows it.

[laedy]

it isn't in her blood to stand down.  she intends, like her mother, to die in battle.  whenever that is.   presses her lips together as she fights a smile.  reaches out and takes both her hands in hers before she speaks.      ❝⠀      i am not afraid, my queen.  ⠀  ❞      to the grave.  there was no hesitation in swearing fealty to rhaenyra.  she's known her their entire lives.    she knows no-one who'd fit that seat better.  squeezes the other's hands before she continues.        ❝  ⠀  i swore to protect you and i will.  the one thing i've known for every moment of my life is once it ends, it will be on dragonback.  serving you and dying in battle would be the greatest honor of my life.⠀  ❞      leaving her daughters a legacy that their mother died in honor brings her peace.    she'll die for something that matters a great deal to her.   lavender eyes meet again as she gives small smile.      ❝⠀      you are worth it.  ⠀  ❞ 

@g0dseye said: ❝ if you’re afraid, you may stand down. i shall protect you. ❞ accepting.

[laedy]

❝⠀         you  needn't  even  ask.   ⠀   ❞        she'd  allow  her  to  stay  until  they're  both  old  and  decrepit  should  she  want.   nyra's  presence  makes  life  bearable.   and  the  twins,  with  her  boys  as  playmates,  they  seem  far  happier  than  when  they  part  ways.   the  days  after  rhaenyra  and  the  children  depart  are  always  difficult  to  navigate  with  two  despondent  little  girls.          ❝   ⠀   you  are  always  welcome  in  my  home.   you  do  not  need  a  special  invitation,  nor  to  ask.⠀   ❞          her  good-sister  brightens  life  immensely.     she's  seen  king's  landing  for  her.   she's  seen  what  life  may  bring  when  she  returns  home.   far  less  peace.   she  herself  suffocates  in  the  middle  of  the  city   -   without  water  drifting  across  the  rocks.   as  a  girl  her  saving  grace  in  king's  landing  was  her.       ❝   ⠀   i  do  believe  you  and  i  have  not  raced  in  a  long  while.   do  you  think  syrax  still  has  it  in  her?⠀    ❞      lopsided  grin  as  she  shifts,   draping  her  arms  over  her  shoulders  and  embracing  her.   laena  velaryon  brightens  when  she  finds  herself  in  the  company  of  the  people  she  cares for. 

@zaldarias said: ❝ i might stay for a short while longer, if you’ll have me. ❞ accepting.

[laedy]

a new home where she cannot imagine their son's laughter should they have been able to hear it,  where the scent of sickness doesn't cling to the very bones of the place.  it should help ease the sharpness in her chest ease some.  now that she can rise and walk without the room spinning and dipping like a water funnel in the small inlets along driftmark she feels alive again.  sets hands on his shoulders as she nods.    ❝⠀      where?  ⠀  ❞      do they make a home of the halls she grew up in?   some new, undesignated place neither of them have ever belonged to?  she wants to see her daughters smile again,  to see them have softness instead of concern knitting between their little brows.   they've weaved in ‘n out of the room, curled up next to her, spent all their nights squeezed into the covers at her sides.       ❝  ⠀  i wish for nothing more than to leave this place and never see it again.⠀  ❞       she wants her home to return to as it was before the loss.  the brevity.  her family is her home regardless of the roots they grow.       ❝  ⠀  i have been entreated to visit dragonstone when able.  perhaps we can place it  in our path?⠀   ❞    she cannot repay rhaenyra enough for her presence.  for the weight of a pale hand in her own through the greatest of pains, through the moments she lingered between life and death.  there’s no possible repayment for such things.  only her time and her friendship.

@kepyrys said: ❝ we can build a new home. ❞ accepting.

[mercymaker]

LADY LAENA VELARYON in 1.05 “We Light the Way”

[wildwhims]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

[laedy]

ya'll ever think about viserys dragging his very very broken body out of bed to speak for his daughter?

[calisverse]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐄 as 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍.

The Buccaneers.Season 1, Episode 2. Conchita's light green sleeveless floral gown.

[pseudojake]

[aaylaprompts]

musings found on pinterest that resonates with my oc. a collection of writing prompts based on various musings i found on pinterest, all of which i've saved in relation to my oc. the musings are from mixed media, and i claim no ownership. some of the sentences may have been tweaked to apply. feel free to edit as you see fit to match pronouns, names, etc. meant exclusively for roleplay purposes!

"there is blood everywhere and i am lost in it. i breathe blood, not air." "she didn't deserve death. i did — i do." "your hands are wet with the blood of an empire." "is it my fault?" "survival is not beautiful." "i'm not dead but not alive either. i'm just a ghost with a beating heart." "a wolf is a wolf, even in a cage, even dressed in silk." "i'm afraid of what i've become." "how quickly the blade becomes you." "i was trapped in that nightmare, shaking, trembling, terrified." "darkness there, and nothing more." "i'm going to be the deadliest piece on the board." "have you ever looked fear in the eyes and said, 'i just don't care'?" "i think i am a better ghost than i am a human being." "inside me, something seethes. inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped." "i am someone who did not die when i should have died." "your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing." "i met evil when i was only a child." "inside my head, the war is everywhere." "my bones are smouldering and my knuckles are bloody. forgive me. forgive me..." "it's time to forgive yourself. you're not that person anymore." "i exist. in thousands of agonies, i exist." "i wanna be me again." "my soul bleeds.... and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole." "can you remember who you were?" "i want to rest. i want to breathe quietly again." "i feel it's my anger that has helped keep me alive." "you can't burn what's already been scorched." "how can i ask anyone to love me, when all i do is beg to be left alone?" "the cage is open. you can walk out anytime you want. why are you still in there?" "fix it, please... fix me." "i'll survive. somehow i always do." "i can't get back to myself." "i can't remember." "tell me a ghost story." "a wolf will never be a pet." "i was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes." "fight me." "i did not mean to be cruel. i swear i am good. i am good, i am kind. i have love inside of me... some place far, far away." "you will survive; but you will become someone else." "you have been much alone these last few years. alone and angry." "memory is punishment." "your throat is raw from screaming to a god who isn't listening." "if i am anything, it is violence." "for most people, it's history now. but for me, whenever i close my eyes, it all comes back clearly." "how tired i am." "crawl inside this body — find me where i am most ruined, love me there." "i was born in an abundance of inherited sadness." "i punish myself for my whole life, my whole life i punish." "is the blood on your hands dry? is it slowly disappearing? mine isn't." "i have done bad things. i can't take them back, and they are part of who i am. most of the time, they seem like the only thing i am." "if you feel nothing then why are you shaking?"

[laedy]

SHE'S NEVER MET A CHILD MORE INTUNE TO HER PARENTS THAN HER ELDEST.  loops her arm over slender shoulders and pulls her in, hugging her to her.      ❝⠀      daor, ñuha jorrāelagon.  ⠀  ❞      she replies.  there's little she needs burden her children with.  she wants baela to enjoy as much of life as she's able in spite of the war raining down around them.  she smooths down white hair before she releases her.  her mother is dead.   her mother died on dragonback, in battle.  exactly how she wants to go when she does.  she swallows the hot coal of grief at the back of her throat.  she's going to need to steel herself when she tells them.  slowly, she takes her daughter's face in her hands as she faces her.      ❝  ⠀  i wanted to tell you and rhaena together but that will have to change.⠀  ❞       there's heat at the back of her eyes, tears she'll not allow just yet.  not before she's told her children.      

❝  ⠀  your grandmare and meleys are dead.  together, during the battle.⠀  ❞    she'd try to be more delicate, in a different time.  if her mother closed her eyes and never opened them again,  if they lived in peace.  but they do not,  much to her regret.   meleys is in pieces being paraded around king's landing like the greatest warspoil of all time.  but she won't tell her that part.  some things don't need to plague her babies.     ❝  ⠀  iksan vaoreznuni.   ❞    she murmurs.  she's angry.  she's angry this is the direction life has taken.  that half her family is gone in what feels like a blink.  laenor isn't here to lean on.  her mother's body hasn't reached them yet, if they can find her.  they cannot even lay meleys to rest with her.   that she couldn't ride with her.  but she's going to do whatever she can to change such things.  

@moondanceir said: ❝ should i be concerned? ❞ accepting.