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@ofdragonfireandblood
promo credit | elias | jena
Originally a Targaryen blog but I have chronic collect-all-characters disease.
Mun is 30+, the youngest I'm willing to rp with is 21
Follows from @thehighkingofnoldor
Afilliates: @drunkdreamer/@theclimbisallthereis , @knightcrowned, @goldandcinders
Hey, just wanted to put up a post to let people know that I'm still around but I've just been exhausted from work recently to the point where even at the weekend I can't seem to get replies done. Sorry! I'll try again soon
@ofdragonfireandblood // continued from HERE
when the maesters had confirmed her pregnancy, daenora had immediately gone into a state of fear. the congratulations for her condition had not helped her get out of it either. instead she had run out of the room. at some point she had found aerion, her husband, and ended up hugging him.
"i-i'm pregnant, i just had it confirmed."
A child. A child? He felt bile rise in the back of his throat. He hated children since the birth of his youngest sister. Of course, Aerion knew that sleeping with his wife, as he had been, could result in children but he thought that she was taking care of it - there were multiple maesters she could have asked for moon tea, after all.
He finally pushed her away and glared down at her.
âYouâre pregnant,â he repeated, his voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and something bordering on hysteria.
4thyth
my name is inigo montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die ... sentence starters
prompts about confronting the one you want vengeance on
the vengeful:
"Beg. Beg for mercy."
"You've destroyed everythingâŠ"
"I've waited so long to do thisâŠ"
"Still so cocky, even now⊠at the end."
"You're not getting away, again. Not this time!"
"I'm doing this for them, everyone you've hurt."
"Why so surprised? I'm what you turned me into."
"He told me enough. He told me you killed him!"
"Face me. Face me! Answer for everything you've done!"
"My name is (name). You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Why should I grant you mercy? You never gave them any."
"Did you think you could do all of this and get away with it?"
"Why did you do it? Before this all ends, I want to know why."
"I always pictured this revenge differently, but I'll take what I can get."
"I'm going to make you pay⊠for all the pain, the suffering. All the hurt you've caused. You're going to pay."
the target:
"Kill me, then. End this."
"I'll answer for my sins..."
"You won't do it. You're not able."
"Revenge won't make it all better."
"You're asking me if I regret any of it. I don't."
"All this time, and you're still holding a grudge."
"I'm sorry for all the harm I caused, I⊠I'm sorry."
"What a good monster you've become, so angry."
"Kill me and you'll never have the answers you need."
"I snuffed them out, like flies. And I would do it again."
"Do you expect me to grovel? To beg for forgiveness?"
"Look at how strong you've become. All thanks to me."
"You don't understand, I've changed. I'm trying to be better!"
"I remember their screams, yes. It was such a pretty sound."
"I'll give you anything you want... anything at all. Just let me go."
"You should walk away. We both know you don't have the stomach for this."
"I didn't turn you into a violent monster. I only drew out the anger that was already there."
By ssalsima on X
SEX, GENDER, & LOVE HEADCANONS // bold what does apply to your muse, italicize what applies sometimes, strike through what never applies.
Jena
By StoriesWeaver on X
SEX, GENDER, & LOVE HEADCANONS // bold what does apply to your muse, italicize what applies sometimes, strike through what never applies.
Maekar
Fem! Maekar Targaryen
I think I can understand why she has 6 children đ
(Maekar and Baelor) You've been seen. We've been seen. Do you understand what that means?
Maekar was pacing across the solar. The fact that they had been seen scared the absolute shit out of him and he wasnât about to lie to his brother that it hadnât. Truth be told, they have gotten sloppy. The fact that they were miles apart a lot of the time meant that whenever they could, they would steal these intimate moments practically under their fatherâs nose and, this time, they had been seen by some of the biggest court gossips. He felt cold sweat running down his back.
âOf course I understand what it means,â he shout-whispered, frustrated to even be asked if he did. âIt means that father will most likely have our heads, unless we quash this. It wonât matter to him that Dyanna knows.â He ran a hand through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. âAnd Jena? Does she even know? How are we going to make this go away?â He stopped mid-stride and turned on his heel, then stared straight at Baelor. âI think we need to go to Essos.â
Redid Daemon ii being tormented by Uncle Bittersteel because I did not like how Daemon ii came out the first time!
@ofdragonfireandblood is my main Bittersteel!
@ofdragonfireandblood continued from here
It seemed that each of Baelorâs children had found their own way of coping with their fatherâs death. Valarr was drinking himself half senseless most nights. Auriel herself had been seen far too often wandering the Silk Road in the company of courtesans and overly friendly knights rather than returning home where she belonged. And MatarysâŠit seemed Matarys was simply pretending as though none of it had ever happened at all. As though if he ignored the gaping wound long enough, it might somehow close on its own. Which was to say that none of them were handling it particularly well.
âHow could you have said no to our father?â Auriel asked quietly as she sat beside Valarr. She steeled herself against the sting building behind her eyes, refusing to let herself cry again tonight. It felt as though she had done little else since Ashford.Even still, the use of her childhood nickname twisted painfully in her chest. That, more than anything, told her just how drunk he truly was. Valarr had not called her that since her tenth nameday, back when their lives had seemed simple.
âNobody blames you, Val,â she murmured after a moment.
Their father had been Baelor âBreakspearâ Targaryen. He was beloved by the realm, larger than life, and impossibly good. The sort of man people expected miracles from simply because he had always managed to deliver them. But even he had still only been a man in the end. And Valarr had been his son, not his savior. How could anyone have known what would have happened on that field?
âLeast of all me.â
His eyes were red-rimmed, with deep shadows beneath them. Truthfully, he looked more like Daeron than himself, now, also having lost a significant amount of weight since the events at the tourney. It was difficult to stomach much of anything and being the head of the household weighed down on his shoulders. He leaned into her and closed his eyes but then opened them again almost immediately after, unable to put the flames of the pyre from his mind.
âWhose father dies in his sonâs armour, hÄedar?â He asked, his voice strained.
[ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear. (daenora to aerion??)
Aerion frowned, his first instinct was to shake his wife off from where she clung to him but then he relaxed. It was strange, being married. Having someone in his space, someone that he had grown to care about in his own, twisted little way.
âWhat is it?â
There was a sick sense of satisfaction there. She watched the woman shrink in on herself and she felt powerful.
âI should think so, that you owe me an apology,â she spat, not concealing the venom in her voice. âYou knew better and you still did this?â The anger was rising swiftly. The more Mariah talked, the more Jena wanted to deck her. âHis reputation? His fucking reputation?!â The thread snapped and she crossed the distance between them, raised her hand and slapped Mariah with as much strength as she could muster. âYou know what? Fuck you. You are pathetic. A desperate, stupid little girl. The only reason that I havenât left yet is because Iâve been trying to salvage this shipwreck. But Iâm getting close to not giving a shit anymore.â
The slap came before she had time to react, hard enough to make her eyes water instantly as little spots of light sparked before them. Her cheekbone stung; it would bruise, certainly.
She kept her head turned where the force of Jena's hand had put it, staring blankly into the corner of the room as a roar rose and died and rose again in her ears in time with her pulse beating hard in her throat.
Something trickled slowly down her cheek, tickling like a thread dragged across sensitive skin.
Slowly, slowly, she turned to face Jena Dondarrion again.
"You should stay," she said softly. "Go with him back to Dragonstone. Let him try to fix this." And she? She would be stuck in King's Landing, or finally sent back to Winterfell. At least then she could nurse her shame and sorrow at home.
Her hand stung from the impact but she watched as Mariahâs head snapped to the side with a sick amusement. She had never been a cruel person and, once her emotions settled, it would perhaps even frighten her that she reacted in such a way but at that point in time, she felt little but the rage that threatened to consume her.
âWho do you think you are?â
That the girl before her had the audacity to give her marriage advice was absolutely beyond Jena.
âGenuinely asking, here. Who are you to think you have leave to tell me what I should do with my fool of a husband?â
@knightcrowned
Jena was angry. Livid, truly, her heart had been shattered in her breast. She glared at Baelor, her light blue, watery eyes filled with nothing but hate for the man she thought she had grown to love. Her hands curled into fists at her sides before she raised them and pounded them against his chest, trying to make him understand just how much it hurt.
âI fucking despise you!â She shouted. âYou would do this to me? I thought you loved me. But no, you decided that my pain, that our pain would be the catalyst for this. Now I know why you pushed me away. Why I had to mourn our babies alone.â
"Jena."
He closed his eyes against the tears. If he looked inward, he knew this was all his fault. Somewhere, the thread of control he had clung to snapped, and the whole tapestry of his life unravelled. He could clutch at the threads, but it could not be rewoven.
"I..." She was right, terribly, awfully right. He sickened himself. "I did not mean... the children, it was never about the children, I swear it. I..."
He shook his head and looked at her, not raising his hands. "I am sorry."
Coward, she thought when he closed his eyes. He couldnât even look at the consequences of his own goddamn actions. He disgusted her now; she could feel that very same hatred towards him that she felt when they were first betrothed. She yearned for her bow, to run off, to pledge her fealty to another spurned lover of Baelorâs, like she had planned once Manfred was named heir of Blackhaven. She punched him again.
âWas it not? What was it, then? I turned a blind eye to every single knight. We have been married for three years. Three years of trying to pretend that I didnât know. Of smiling at court when I knew that you were letting yet another man blow your back out. Thatâs why I started-â She cut herself off, tears threatening to spill. âI hate you. Do you think that a sorry is good enough? That it will wipe the slate clean and we can just go back to the way that things were? Well, it isnât.â
It hadn't been long since she found out. She immediately moved herself fully out of her and Baelorâs chambers, the cheating asshole didnât deserve her time or energy. They had an agreement that Baelor had fucking breached. And now? Right after her miscarriage and stillbirth? She was livid. When she saw Mariah Snow, the last face that she wanted to see, she turned on her heel and practically growled at the woman.
âWhat do you want?â
She could feel herself shrinking under Jena's eye, withering like a bloom in winter, and almost made her hurried excuses and fled, tail between her legs. But she had started this; she must see it through.
"I owe you an apology." To say the least. "I amâ" The words stuck in her throat; she forced them out anyway. "I am sorry that I bedded your husband. It was... wrong. I knew better, and I did it anyway. I thoughtâ"
Would trying to explain make it worse, or better?"
"I thought it would matter less, with his... reputation. And..." And I love him. And you are so lucky to have him as yours. "I don't mean to take him from you, I swear it. I know what I am, and what I am not."
Not his wife. She never would be - that was Jena's place alone. Something in her heart fractured to think it.
There was a sick sense of satisfaction there. She watched the woman shrink in on herself and she felt powerful.
âI should think so, that you owe me an apology,â she spat, not concealing the venom in her voice. âYou knew better and you still did this?â The anger was rising swiftly. The more Mariah talked, the more Jena wanted to deck her. âHis reputation? His fucking reputation?!â The thread snapped and she crossed the distance between them, raised her hand and slapped Mariah with as much strength as she could muster. âYou know what? Fuck you. You are pathetic. A desperate, stupid little girl. The only reason that I havenât left yet is because Iâve been trying to salvage this shipwreck. But Iâm getting close to not giving a shit anymore.â
