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[sunfyred]

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

munday questions | accepting

oh north you know this one ... probably all my misfortunate mutuals do. it's definitely angst, even though it sometimes genuinely leaves me drained. but this is why i've been writing in this fandom since ?? 2012 ?? the angst potential is endless, it's everywhere no matter who you're writing. perfect for a ( fictional ) melancholy addict like mee :3

[princessred]

♥♠ " @vermaxs, i can't believe you didn't get caught. "

[roseguided-arch]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑. full of tension, full of sadness. daenyra, ever the dutiful daughter, has remained by her mothers side for as much as she can. she comforts her, she holds her hand, she brings her sister, visenya, food from where she's locked herself away. even in daenyra's own sadness she provides for others in any way she can. this won't change once her brother returns home, but perhaps moreso. ( every since she was a girl she felt this need to be the person for those around her. in whatever they needed. daenyra was a caretaker, not a fighter. ) body fills with tension as her brothers arrival home is announced, body standing immediately alongside her mother. hands clasp themselves together, knuckles turning white, when he enters. standing back, eyes watch a mother tearfully embrace her eldest son. watches as rhaenyra holds him the way she did her daughters. now, it's her turn. stepping closer, tears already brimming, daenyra wraps her arms tightly around jace. on her tip toes she buries her face in his shoulder, a breath of relief escaping her chest. ❛ jace, ❜ she whispers, voice wavering. ❛ i'm so sorry. ❜

[ * @vermaxs gets a random starter ! ]

[syndaerys]

He remembers when Jacaerys was born; Rhaenyra's firstborn. Members of their family flew and sailed to King's Landing to behold the babe; to celebrate and wish well upon Rhaenyra and her family. Astarion had held him in his arms at one point, swaddled in a blanket. His nephew — so small and peaceful — and unaware that the weight of the realm and the crown would one day be held aloft his head and shoulders.

It is the only thing he can think of as he lingers in Jacaerys' room, occupying a nearby table as he pours over the scrolls and tomes left behind the library on Dragonstone. His attention is split between the old Valyrian scripts and the prince who lie in bed. Gaze focusing on him as he stares into the folds of his canopied bed in silence.

❝ Jace. ❞ Astarion's voice is soft, firm. ❝ istia ēdrugon tolī. ( you must sleep more. ) Rhaenyra would not be glad of me to bring you to King's Landing worse than when she left. ❞ A beat, and he rises from his seat, crossing over hard stone to occupy the space by the bed. ❝ Do you need me to get you something? ❞

@vermaxs / plotted!

[jacaeryse]

@vermaxs continued from ( x )

rhaegarys held half of jacaerys' soul and half of his heart. wherever jacaerys went, his twin would never be far behind and vice versa. they were constantly together, leading to much confusion among the court who still couldn't tell the two apart. this amused the pair who delighted in bantering back and forth over their identity. when they had been younger jacaerys would pretend to be rhaegarys while his younger brother played at being crown prince. only their mother and brothers could tell the pair apart. even after they had gotten earrings on opposite ears to help the court differentiate them, they were still confused for one another. they had spent their entire lives together, and had only ever been separated for minutes during childbirth. jacaerys had been born first, and wailed until he was reunited with rhaegarys upon his mother's breast. it hadn't been until the war of the ravens made it necessary for them to part so they might act upon the queen's behalf. jacaerys had insisted that they petition the lords and ladies of the land upon dragons in place of ravens to their mother's cause. it had pained him to abandon rhaegarys at dragonstone, but it had been necessary. somebody had to stay home and curb their mother's worry, and rhaegarys was excellent company. so it was that the pair of dragon twins with their twin dragons were separated for the very first time in their lives. jacaerys had exceeded his own expectations when he traveled north. ee had called upon lady arryn of the bale, lord manderly of white harbor, and cregan stark of winterfell. Unlike his ancestors who relied upon their dragons to persuade the lords of westeros, jace employed nothing but his charm. Each of them swore oaths of loyalty to rhaenyra, pledging men and their services to the young prince. jacaerys had spent the most time in winterfell where he found cregan stark nearly immune to his wiles. but as dragons are want to do, he set the man's icy resolve away until nothing remained but adoration for his prince. they formed a quick friendship that blossomed into what would become a blood pact before the god's wood. their union, which had started as an uneasy respect for one another, had blossomed into romance. jacaerys couldn't wait to tell rhaegarys of his success and of the direwolf he had tamed during his time in the north.

only he never got that chance. the death of lucerys velaryon had cast a shadow upon everything jace had done. it had been his idea to send dragons in place of ravens, and for that he would forever shoulder the burden of luke's death. beside rhaegarys, luke was his very best friend. now he would spend the rest of his days without him. once again his own recklessness had put another one of his brother's at risk. jacaerys hadn't told rhaegarys of his plan to join the gullet alongside baela. he had planned on informing the court only after rescuing their youngest brother from the claws of the triarchy. having flown too low, vermax was caught by a scorpion bolt that dragged them both into the sea. despair had struck the prince while vermax thrashed, unable to free himself while they both sank. he had just began to unclip himself from his saddle when umbrax arrived with rhaegarys a top of him. jacaerys refused his twin's help at first, refusing to abandon his own dragon. but umbrax wasn't strong enough to lift both vermax and the crown prince out of the sea. so it was with shimmering eyes that jace had to abandon his dragon who roared in defiance even while the ocean claimed him. jacaerys felt sick. he could feel vermax's terror as he sank out of view. he couldn't abandon rhae or umbrax to dive into the ocean to rescue him. not when his brother was bleeding so profusely. jacaerys tucked away his feelings where none could see them, springing into action so he might yet still save his twin brother. taking the reins, he guided umbrax back to dragonstone.

"stay with me, rhae. we're nearly there." he shouted as dragonstone came into view. jacaerys quickly planted umbrax upon the ground where he slid off of the saddle so he might help rhaegarys down. "we're here. we're here." his voice cracks as he assures his twin and himself. mustering his strength, jacaerys lifts rhaegarys up and into his arms. his limbs ache with a fatigue that is promptly ignored by the prince. he wouldn't abandon rhaegarys until an army of maesters looked him over. inside of dragonstone the pair were quickly ushered to safety. jacaerys was once again separated from his twin. all he could do was watch as rhaegarys was carried away, bleeding and stirring feebly. rhaenyra had been displeased with jacaerys. his recklessness had cost him the life of vermax, and could have potentially killed rhaegarys if they hadn't arrived back at dragonstone in time. jacaerys had spent the night pacing outside of the infirmary whilst maesters did their best to patch up his twin brother. not even baela could soothe the crown prince who couldn't relax until he was certain rhaegarys would pull through. to his relief the maesters informed him that his twin had survived, but would be confined to his bed for a few days. he had never felt so relieved. once the maesters had dispersed, jace joined his twin brother at his bedside. he looks upon his twin in the soft glow of a nearby candle, blinking away the tears that threaten to run down his cheeks in what jace will be certain is an unending river. he sits down beside him, taking one of rhae's hands into his own. it was soft. warm. alive. he would have climbed into bed beside his twin if possible, but he didn't want to disturb the sleeping prince. without realizing it jacaerys had fallen asleep right beside his twin brother, his own arm outstretched so he might keep their hands held together even in slumber.

[blueflares]

she finds the only place she experiences any sort of tranquility is when she practices.   in the fluid, practiced movements she uses when controlling the fire.  it's where she's found by the other.  duo fingertips shift, sending crackle of blue across the surface of the water and skittering into the distance accompanied by a long exhale.  arms swirl in circular motion, flames dancing along tips of her fingers before she takes notice - just the faintest flash of dark at the corner of her eye.  the fire fizzles out as she turns to face him, lowering her chin in respectable nod.    ❝ ⠀ i didn't hear you approach. ⠀ ❞    she explains, fingers clasped behind her back while shoulders roll back.  brow arches, some, at the prince's appearance.  ragged.  all of them have the same exhausted expression.  one sleeps far better when she has no stake in the outcome of this war.  let them devour themselves,  father had said,  watch and decide what pieces to move on the board.  so she has.  strategy has come into play with her alliances.        ❝ ⠀ how long has it been since you slept? ⠀ ❞    carefully avoids titles while amber gaze lands upon the prince.  there's a sickening similarity between the warring monarchs here and the scramble they'll find over her father's throne on ember island - her and zuko.   and she has no qualms about severing her brother's head should he try to take it now that she's fought so hard to remain in father's good graces.   the parable of two dragons brought to life.     ❝ ⠀ and what is is it you seek from me? ⠀ ❞

starter for @vermaxs !

[absolventiia]

@vermaxs liked this post / maryse in her team black au.

" if it helps, " maryse says softly, her accent lilting with the summer breeze, the sound of the ocean hitting rocks as she guides the prince through sunspear's grounds, " i do not see the sense in this. . . this war. your grandsire has named your mother heir, and so it shall be. such -- " ah, what was it called in common again ? one of her sunguard ( always present, always watching ) whispers the words into her ear and she nods : " -- gender laws. . . they do not exist here. the next heir is chosen by birth order alone. "

it makes sense, of course, that rhaenyra, and by extension jacaerys, would come to dorne for aid ; the navy and resources that they could come away with was plentiful. it is the princess's job to play delightful host, but she must admit that she has been spending many days with the northern prince.

maryse pauses and leans over one of the waist - high balconies, to view the sun as she starts her slow descent into the sky. she looks towards jace with a sort of smile. " . . . even if my mother did not agree to your terms, i still would have advocated for you. such rules of succession are what keeps our countries in balance. "

[moondanceir]

║▌ │ 🔥‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ @vermaxs said: the water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore.

how  oft  must  she  bid  he  come  ashore?  there  is  much  left  to  still  do  ─  war  knew  no  end.  shall  she  shed  blood  alone?  word  from  kings  landing  brought  bitter  taste  to  tongue,  dry  as  it  was  plastered  to  the  roof  her  mouth.  she's  emptied  her  cup  thrice  and  still  it  was  no  aide.  meleys  was  not  honored  in  death.  the  disrespect  of  her  grandmother's  legacy  was  a  slight  not  easily  forgotten.  but  brazen  cruelty  seemed  to  be  a  mark  of  hightower  rearing  ─  how  ever  did  helaena  keep  sweet?  with  a  cock  of  her  head  she  thrusts  her  hand  out,  palm  upturned  and  fingers  slightly  curled.

did  she  not  promise  to  never  set  him  adrift  in  despair?  if  he's  going  to  wade  tireless  through  the  tides  she'll  be  the  buoyancy  that  keeps  him  afloat.   “    than  stop  feeling  the  need  to  do  so,  jace.   ”    the  storm  thrashes  ever  on  and  even  fire  knows  the  proverb  of  the  sea  ─  a  wise  sailor  does  not  blindly  race  towards  the  eye.  he  doesn't  need  to  do  any  of  this  alone.     “    you  are  far  more  needed  on  dry  land.  ”