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#SECRCTSKEPT - ind. low activity multimuse with characters from the vampire diaries, a song of ice and fire, and the originals. as told by sehan. 21+ he/him. heavily affiliated with @sanguinelupus @ignisxcor @kingslvnding & @lannistcrborn. doc is under construction.
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demcnsinmymind·:
Lance lifts both his hands up in the air in a way that’s half apologetic, half defensive.
“All right, that’s fair, I guess. Don’t intend to keep prodding, then.”
He’d love to keep asking her about this of course. But he knows the drill. Wouldn’t want anyone else to keep prodding him with things that make him feel uncomfortable either. He eases his hands back down and then folds both his arms on the table before him with a soft sigh, so he can rest his chin on them and keep watching her work her magic.
It’s fascinating. Despite his shitty history with magic. Black magic especially. Whatever she’s doing is so far beyond his comprehension…the way it seems so natural, like second nature. Sure enough, all thanks to Azathoth, he can do some stuff as well. Make things fly around like it’s second nature to him, too. But that’s about the only thing he can do. And even then, he barely knows anything about it at all. He grows a bit pensive and upset when she mentions that he did hurt her, the look on his face saying it all.
“Well. I’m the one who got it out of the place it was stuck in. I’m also the one who brought it right to your doorstep with me. If it weren’t for that and my choices in general…A whole bunch of people’d still be alive and wouldn’t have been hurt. So…yeah. No need to sugarcoat shit. It kinda is my fault” he counters bitterly, change in his posture and voice more than obvious now. He struggles with the guilt for a while, eyes fixed on the smoke rising from her basin. Then, he eventually looks up so he can face her instead.
“Can I ask you something weird and personal? Given your history, I’m thinking you might be the only person I even can ask something like this. So I’d appreciate the insight.”
lance seems to be all talk with very little bite, freya has noticed. the slightest pushback makes him back down, especially with those he knows are more powerful than him. she briefly wonders if he will be the same way with hope when she grows up.
“ you can play mental chess all day long just to blame yourself for things outside of your control. or - ” hands hover over the basin and it begins boiling. “ you can give yourself a break and not be so damn miserable all the time. ” the liquid catches fire now but only stays lit for a few seconds. freya’s reaching for a jar to put it in, next.
“ and trying to deny that you’re miserable will not work with me. i’ve been inside your mind, if you recall. ” she gives him a tight smile as she pours the finished potion into the jar. it turns into a tilted head at his question. what could he possibly need insight on? and why would she be the only person that could help? “ as long as it doesn’t involve me betraying my family, ask away. ”
kingslvnding·:
It’s been a while since the two of them have embraced like this, but Rhaenyra would be lying if she said she hasn’t missed it. Slowly, she slips her arms around Alicent, breathing in the familiar scents of burning wood and chamomile perfume. She had miscalculated just how much she would miss Alicent; her anger had clouded her judgement, it had blinded the affection she felt so deeply that she allowed months to pass without so much as a kind word to fall from her lips toward Alicent. Her closest friend, her most trusted companion, her very first love.
Rhaenyra might have made a mistake.
Might.
“I’d hate to think my father does not see you as a person,” she says, with somewhat of a smile as she takes one of Alicent’s hands in hers, using the other to wipe away the remaining tears on the queen’s cheeks. “But men rarely do see much worth in women, even the good men.” She pauses, wondering if she should do what urge strikes her in this very moment. Rhaenyra’s impulse has led her astray more often than not, especially when it comes to Alicent, and she knows that if they are not careful, things will begin to crash and burn around them faster than either of them can blink. Both of their actions must be calculated meticulously.
So, Rhaenyra does not kiss Alicent, though the urge to does fill up her bones and take over her mind all the same. “I…understand. For all it’s worth.” She speaks rather quietly, this time. Alicent’s actions were not her own; she knows that now. And if Rhaenyra could burn Otto Hightower alive with dragonfire, she would. Her finger is under Alicent’s chin now, tilting her head to see her better. “You are mine, Ali. It might not be to the knowledge of everyone in Westeros, but you are.”
they are both still young, young enough that their affection for one another could become a distant memory in the future. alicent prays and prays to the gods that this does not happen, she had a glimpse of what that might be like these past months and she never wants to experience it again. rhaenyra means more to her than she thinks she can comprehend at the moment, and that’s both thrilling and terrifying all at once. “ your father is a good man, but i have no interest in men. ” the look in rhaenyra’s eyes is a hungry one. alicent knows it well, but they are not in any position to be intimate at the moment, no matter how much they both might want it.
“ i - ” alicent’s breath hitches, heart beats harder. rhaenyra’s finger under her chin was not expected and she’s still reeling just from rhaenyra understanding why she did what she did. why she had to do what she did. everything is a mess, but she has rhaenyra again. she has rhaenyra. “ i have missed you tremendously. i never meant for things to become so...complicated. ”
i'm here, working on replies, and trying to get this whole new reblogging system down
i'll be sending mutuals inbox memes to bother you all
hey guys! just an update.
sorry i haven’t been around, life keeps getting in the way. but i plan to be back soon.
send me some inbox stuff i can reply to when i get back on!
@kingslvnding (rhaenyra) sent: “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ”
the words feel like a breath of fresh air, coming from her. rhaenyra has never stood by propriety so alicent isn’t sure why she’s in the slightest bit shocked at what she’s saying now. rhaenyra has always spoken her mind, regardless of the situation at hand. and now that their situation has been made infinitely more complicated due to alicent’s marriage to viserys, part of alicent had resigned the relationship she once held so dear to her heart to crumble because of rhaenyra’s rage. but she is here, being kind, being the girl alicent fell so deeply for over years of friendship.
alicent’s eyes water, and she wraps her arms around rhaenyra as tightly as she possibly can. “ i love you, ” she says, with tears falling into the silver hair across rhaenyra’s shoulder. “ you’re the only person left that sees me as a person. the only one. ” she’s pulling back and wiping her tears away, partially embarrassed that she had let her emotions get the best of her, even in front of the one person she trusts the most with them. “ you understand why i had to do it, right? i don’t want to be your stepmother, rhaenyra, i...i want to be yours. ”
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vaedar·:
@secrctskept· as Daemon said: ❛ unique just means alone. ❜
░▒▌╳▐ ᴅ ʀᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 the other spoke was ironic in ways he doubts theother is able to fully fathom—Or perhaps, he does. After all, manywould have Daemon Targaryen be a UNIQUE individual, if only for hisparticularly questionable decisions and actions. Vaedar wouldn’t saythe Targaryen looks LONELY but he knows better than to presume basedonly on what he sees. He’d learned as much when he was a merelordling in Valyria, where appearances often were DECEIVING.
❝ Lonelinessis not as bad once one grows used to it. ❞ A smooth lie, it was,for no matter how long a time passes since the Doom, that perpetual MOURNING for all he lost lessens not. The once dragonlord simplymasters the way he buries it so thoroughly, that there’s barely ( ifever ) a glimpse of that PAIN. Or maybe he’s simply too stubborn and PRIDEFUL to allow any of it to surface. ❝ You needn’t depend onanyone, nor even do as is expected of you for the sake of others. ❞He motions with his cup of wine in his companion’s direction, leaningback more comfortably on the cushioned chair. An easy smile dances onhis features with his head tilting lightly in a gesture of playful CURIOSITY. ❝ But you ought to know all about that, do you not? ❞
there isn’t a day that goes by that daemon does not question the validity of this man’s presence. though he keeps his suspicions in his own mind only, he’s sure his skepticism is apparent in the passive tone of voice he consistently uses with vaedar. dragon riders without the targaryen surname or targaryen blood in their veins do not exist any longer, and yet here is a lilac-eyed, silver-haired, dragon-bonded man before him. daemon pokes, and he prods, and yet conversation seems to lead nowhere but to more poking and prodding from vaedar in return.
so perhaps the time has come for other measures. conversation can only get so far until action is needed, sometimes of a drastic nature. daemon, however, is still hesitant. “ i imagine you’ve grown callous to the throes of loneliness, but i, for one, do not intend to do the same. ” violet eyes turn at the ends in a soft smile as daemon nods. “ i do know quite a bit about that. there is no purpose to a second born son, but i intend to give purpose to it wherever i see fit. ”
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vampfrey·:
the lannister armies under cersei’s command sacked highgarden. olenna no longer lives either. now that they think about it, he and desdemona really are the last of their house. their parents are gone. their sister is gone. margaery, loras. ’ there is a lot going on. it leaves little time for people to check on the well being of others. you’ve been through a lot, i’m sure. all of you have. despite probably impending doom, it’s…it’s nice. almost everyone back together here. ’
“ i have had a lot going on for quite some time, lord tobias. it is nothing new for me. ” while that is the truth, arya still appreciates the concern nonetheless. tobias is only showing that they care. as suffocatingly annoying as it is, arya is grateful for the sentiment. jon and sansa seem to be the only ones that show any kind of concern for her lately. “ but...it is nice, to have winterfell full of people again. even if some of those people, i consider enemies. ”
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GIFTOBER 2022 ✿ DAY 17: FIRE
@northsrose sent: “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ”
the words are almost lost on arya, at this point. they have been told time and time again, this same thing, over and over, in some way or another. and in almost every instance, the person saying it was not true to their word. it has been years since arya has spoken to anyone in their family, and even longer since they have seen their aunt. but even after all this time apart, and all the strife, mayhem, and chaos the stark family has been through, arya knows that their family would never lie to her. they would never break a promise, never break an oath. not unless it was completely out of their control.
so arya smiles, and wraps their arms around lyanna despite the indifference they feel toward the situation at the moment. they have to break themself out of the survival mindset they have been forced to put themself in for so long. they only hope their family can forgive them for it.
“ i know. ” arya says, into the furs on lyanna’s shoulders. “ thank you. ”
Your bestie Ganon is highly problematic actually, they attacked someone last year because the person rightfully called them out about defending *ncest ships.
are we calling defending yourself "attacking" now?
but seriously, be for real a second. they have since admit they were wrong, and do not engage in that kind of writing or interact with people who do. they admit they made a mistake at the time and that the entire situation got out of hand, and was a misconception.
so what's your issue here, a year later, in one of their mutuals inbox? what do you aim to do? what's your goal? if it's to get me to stop interacting with them, that's quite literally never gonna happen. i've known ganon for over a decade. we have been close friends for majority of that. we are in a poly group together, they are married to my girlfriend (i am not romantically involved with them though).
they got me to start writing on tumblr in the first place. there is legitimately nothing any of you sad chronically online fucks can say to get me to turn on them. nice try though!
@sanguinelupus look at this shit lmfao
@vaedar sent: ❝ our worth is not given. it must be made. ❞
“ and what worth comes from a name, i wonder? ” the words hold a slight irritation to them, one that won’t be noticed unless it is being looked for. daemon’s fingers tap against the table between them, eyes glinting with the hint of a smile, but not too much of one. his amusement is for himself only. “ the name targaryen comes with worth. it comes with respect, and fear. all of that was given to me at birth; i did not earn it, nor did i make it. but i own it, better than anyone with the same name does these days. ” daemon adjusts in his seat, gaze intent upon vaedar. “ gods forbid, my worthless brother. ” he adds, in high valyrian.
