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𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:
Here are some stories I was planning for the future:
Game of thrones / House of the dragon – mainly focusing on Jon Sow cause he my boo ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶, but if you have any other character you’d like me to write about (whether it’s reader x or my fem!oc, feel free to ask!)
Hunger games – I’ll mainly focus on my main story (a crown hidden beneath the tides) which is with Finnick and my fem!oc cause I have a lot of plans for it. But once again if you want to read about any other character from the show (x reader, y/n, or my fem!oc) dm me.
House md – this I’m not 100% sure, cause I have watched the show a lot, but I wouldn’t know when and how to use medical terms for the long run, however I am willing to write short stories or one shots with smut
For the rest of the stories, once again dm me or send me a request and I’ll definitely consider
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𓂃۶ৎ
Here’s the thing, I realized that I’m okay with most of the smut requests so I’ll only put here what I am unwilling to write about. ―୨୧⋆
was drinking my morning tea and started pondering this. do you think that her family would force her to wear red, when she doesn't want to? would they let her dress as she pleases but still be displeased about it? how do they react when she starts distancing herself from her family and their actions??
sorry if that's a lot. I am a wee curious lass
Let me drink my morning tea with you and ponder about it, hm..
Let’s see, technically this is a ‘what if’ question since Elaena’s parents are long dead but! Hypothetically I think Targaryen parents are just pushy like that.
I think her mother wouldn’t mind, she’d understand her daughter’s grief and see this denial as a form of mourning on Elaena’s behalf.
Her father, on the other hand, wouldn’t allow it. He’d force on her the traditional red gowns — order her lady-in-waiting to change her dress of choice for the evening when the events are being held, or simply just remind her how important it is to respect the rules and understand the tradition that’s ancient.
If Elaena were to wear another dress for the fancy event, despite her father’s attempts to change it, he’d constantly mention how insulting it is to their ancestors. He’d try to make her feel bad for refusing the traditional red colour.
Vyseris, her brother, would be furious. I think he just wants to be like Rhaegar and their father that he’d disapprove of his sister’s behavior just out of spite. He’d be far worse than their father, think he’d have every other dress of hers torn up except the red ones, so she’d have to wear them.
Rhaegar would be the one to buy her more dresses to replace the ones that were ruined. Think he’d be most kind to Elaena of all three of her siblings. He’d comfort her at night when she cries, hold her when she’s upset and try and fix his brother’s doings.
And Dany.. she’d bring over some of her gowns sometimes, and she’d even wear the red ones that were forced on Elaena or simply just wear a different coloured ones for the events so she wouldn’t feel guilty for rebelling against father.
There’s something almost poetic about our little princess wearing red.
You’d hear poeple whisper every morning as the curious little girl walked through tall halls.
Elaena Targaryen of Dragonstone hadn’t worn red since that quiet morning. Her only protector, best friend, someone she saw as a resemblance of a family.. a maid, like a mother to her, held her in her arms when she were a babe, raised the little princess to a grown girl she were now. Both dead, slaughtered by the cruel man’s hand.
She’d never see such horrors again, that much was clear.
And just as such, the delicate princess never wore red again, never walked in those traditional crimson colors again.
Because, how could she? When such blood will always haunt her, tragedies always follow and deaths descend as she walked.
That was Targaryen blood to all… cruel, unmerciful but pure. She never chose such name, never chose such dynasty from whom she were born. She never got a chance to choose her fate.
Biggest tragedy to the Targaryens wasn’t the lost war, the fallen people nor dragons.. no. It is when one of their own loses their loyalty to the house, rejects their traditions and cultures. Doesn’t wear red.
there are so damn many things I love about you, it's gonna be hard to keep this short.
I love how much you care about people. You're kind and sweet to everyone and you're honestly so friendly, it's hard to not love you
I love your fics so much, whenever I read them I'm inspired to actually sit and write some of my own oc fics
I also love how easy it is to talk to you and how you're always there to talk to. and I love when you message me literally anything
ALSO I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON 🫂🫂 from the sounds of it the last few days have been VERY chaotic for you. also stomach bugs suck ass and I will come over and fight it for even daring to try and take you down 😤
