hi, kween. not as freaky as the previous asks but lights on or lights off when ls and the men perform their marital duties (candles on? hearth burning?)
This is the good shit honestly! (and very revealing about them):
Baelor: Firelight. Always.
Baelor wants to see you. Not in fully-lit way (he's not trying to conduct an examination) but in the warm, intimate way. Firelight from the hearth, maybe one or two candles strategically placed. Enough light that he can watch your face, see your expressions, read every reaction. He's obsessed with watching you. The way your breath catches. The particular expression you make when he hits the right spot. The way your expression twists, and your lips part. He finds it almost unbearably intimate, and he wouldn't trade it for anything. Sometimes he stops mid-motion just to look at you, and you have to pull him back with a hand in his hair.
Maekar: Low light. Practical.
Maekar keeps the fire burning because he's not an animal, and because seeing is tactically useful, but he doesn't light extra candles. Doesn't need the performance of it. Firelight is enough for him. He watches you, yes, but in that focused Maekar way, marking what works, what makes you respond best, filing it away for future reference. He's being effective, he tells himself. Though you've caught him sometimes just staring at you in the dim orange light with an expression you can't quite read, something between possession and wonder, like he still can't believe you're his.
Aerion: LIGHTS. ALL THE LIGHTS.
Aerion is greedy for the visual. Candles everywhere, firelight blazing. He will literally get up mid-session to light more candles if he thinks the lighting isn't sufficient. He wants to see everything. Every mark he leaves on your skin, every expression, observe how your body moves. The way his body moves against yours, because he's a dragon and dragons are beautiful and gold and meant to be witnessed in their glory.
He wants heat, from the fire, from the candles, from your bodies, wants the room warm enough that you're both sweating and gleaming with it. Wants it to feel like being inside a dragon's maw, all heat and light and consumption. Just heightens the fire and ice imagery in his mind. And yes, he's performing. He knows he's beautiful in candlelight, too, the way it turns his hair to molten platinum, the way it catches in his pale eyes, the way shadows emphasise the cut of his cheekbones and jaw. He's not above using that.
Daeron: Dark. Mostly dark.
Daeron prefers it dark. Not pitch black, there's usually some ambient light from a dying fire or the moon through a window, but dim enough that you're more feeling than seeing. It's less about shame, and more the fact he's in his head enough as it is, and too much visual input makes it worse. Makes him think too much. In the dark, he can just feel. Can focus on your hands in his hair, your body against his, your voice in his ear. Sometimes you light candles afterward, when you're just lying together, and he'll prop himself up and look at you then, studying your face in the warm light like he's trying to figure out how he got this lucky.
Valarr: Moderate light. Tasteful.
Valarr keeps a few candles burning. Enough to see, not so many that it feels like a production. He's self-conscious about being too intense, too watchful, so he tries to keep it understated, but he does watch. Steals glances when he thinks you're not paying attention. His eyes on your face, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, your breasts. Gets caught sometimes and flushes, embarrassed, like he's doing something he shouldn't even though you're married. You've learned to hold his gaze when you catch him looking, sometimes grab his jaw to keep him looking, and it makes him come apart in the most devastating ways.
Lyonel: FULL LIGHT. Why wouldn't you want light?
Lyonel is baffled by the concept of darkness during sex unless there's literally no other choice. You're both beautiful, you're both enjoying yourselves, why would you want to hide that? Candles, firelight, if it's daytime he'll happily have the curtains open. (You have to draw the line at open windows.) He's enthusiastic and shameless and loves watching you. Will give you a play-by-play commentary about how good you look, what specific thing you're doing is driving him insane, how much he loves [insert specific body part]. It should be ridiculous. Somehow it's endearing. He makes sex fun in a way that's rare, and the full lighting is part of that. Nothing hidden, nothing shameful, just two people enjoying each other.
Dunk: Dim. Firelight only.
Dunk is still somewhat shy about the whole thing, even after you've been together for a while. Keeps it to firelight—practical, warm, not too revealing. He watches you, yes, but almost furtively, like he's still half-convinced he doesn't have the right to look at you like this even though you're his wife. You've had to explicitly tell him it's okay to watch, that you want him to. He's getting better about it. Sometimes now he'll cup your face and just look at you, and the expression on his face is so openly adoring it makes your chest tight.
Daemon Blackfyre: Lit like a stage.
Daemon wants you illuminated. Candles, firelight, he'll open curtains if it's dawn or dusk. He's performing, yes (always performing) but he also genuinely loves the visual. Loves watching you, loves being watched by you, loves the visuals of it. The way the light catches on skin, on sweat, on the contrast between your colouring and his Valyrian features. He's vain, but in a way that somehow enhances rather than detracts from the experience because he's so genuinely enthusiastic about how beautiful you both look. He wants to see everything.
Bloodraven: Dark. Controlled darkness.
Brynden keeps it dark. One candle, maybe. Firelight if you insist. But he prefers the shadows. Not out of shame—out of control. In the dark, he can focus entirely on sensation. On reading your body through touch and sound rather than sight. His hands on you are more confident in darkness, his attention more laser focused. When he does allow light, he watches you with unnerving intensity, noting every micro-expression, and it's almost... clinical isn't the right word, but it's close. Analytical. Like he's learning you, taking you apart. Sometimes you insist on enough light to see him, because turnabout is fair play, and he allows it with visible reluctance, like being seen is harder for him than anything else.
Aegon the Conqueror: Whatever lighting suits the moment.
Aegon is adaptable. Sometimes it's full daylight, and he's taken you in his council chamber in the afternoon with sun streaming through windows. Sometimes it's deep night with only moonlight. Sometimes it's candlelit and deliberate. He watches when there's light to watch by, with that calm, focused attention he brings to everything. But he's just as comfortable in darkness, relying on other senses. The through-line here is confidence. He knows what he's doing, knows what you like, doesn't need visual confirmation but enjoys it when available. You're sharing him with Rhaenys and Visenya, so sometimes the lighting choices aren't even about you, it's about what the group prefers, which is its own complicated knot to untangle.
Maegor: Firelight. Controlled.
Maegor keeps fire burning—always. Needs to see and watch your face, your reactions, needs the visual confirmation that you're there, that this is real, that you haven't disappeared or think of trying anything. It's about control. About knowing exactly what's happening, exactly how you're responding. His watching is intense. Not romantic, not really erotic in the traditional sense, more like he's cataloguing you. Making sure you're real, making sure you're still his. Sometimes his hand will come up to cup your face mid-motion, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and he'll just stare at you for too long, unnerving moment and you're left wondering if he's thinking about your pleasure or snapping your neck.
It would be really cool to have a story where the villain is the henchman of the true villain, but the main characters interact with him more and when they fight, they're just about evenly matched. The thing with the henchman tho, is that he's utterly devoted to his villain and is really perseverant, he always gets back up again and never gives up unless directed otherwise by his villain. It'll seem like he's about to be defeated but then whips around to put the main characters on the back foot again.
And when the main characters finally manage to reach the true villain, the henchman goes staggering towards them, beat up and bleeding, yet still persevering, and the true villain croons and coos at him, stroking his face and hair, telling him what a good job he's done and that they'll take it from here, and all of a sudden the main characters realize that they're in WAY over their heads as they get their shit wrecked and are defeated, while the henchman watches on, smugly.
It is at this point that the viewers/readers realize that the real main characters were the villain and their henchman all along.
Hii it's the anon who asked what your favourite ROTG scene is and i was Wondering
What is your favourite ship? Because ik as all fandoms have,ships will exist everywhere
Thank you for asking! We've been a part of this fandom for quite a while, but were very shy to draw people actually making out. Because of that, our first Guardians ship — Black Ice — we enjoyed mostly as fic readers.
With books, we switched to Nightlight x Katherine, Toothiana x North, and a rarity not many will indulge in Lord and Lady Pitchiner.
We still have a tender place in our hearts for Black Ice, so we live by "ship and let ship" 💖
