they fight for the same sky.

[zaldriakhzan]

#zaldriakhzan is an independent , private , & selective triple - muse writing blog for prince aemond targaryen & two original characters : lady fionalla dayne & lady visella targaryen of g.r.r.m's a song of ice & fire universe. aemond specifically is book - based with some influences from the show , but mainly interpreted through personal headcanons. this blog is heavily affiliated with @absolventiia through lore , ocs , & muse dynamics.

low activity. mutuals only. friends , femme muses , & oc muses are prioritized. if you're the type to ignore femme muses , do not follow me. visella's carrd. fionalla's carrd. aemond's carrd. opens. inbox calls. dash games. mains & affiliates call. plotting call. shipping call. visella's ship guide. fionalla's ship guide. aemond's ship guide.

a study in : boyhood vs beasthood / a monster or a child? / defining your own fate / the copper taste of war / dysfunctional family dynamics / isn't violence also love? / debilitating mommy issues / endless , restless hunger / self - worth so egregious you can never be satisfied / when a crown becomes too heavy on the head / is love a curse or a cure? / defying society's chains / embracing your own autonomy in the face of ridicule / sunkissed skin , starkissed soul / stubborness as an olympic sport / feminine rage vs a bleeding heart / being too good for the cruelty of your time / wild child of the family / a girl in the shape of a father's absence / broken & dysfunctional family dynamics / loyalty of wolves but a hunger like one starved / am i my father's daughter? / the word father rotting in the mouth like rapid tooth decay / mourning the ghost of what i could have become / mirrors are an enemy / is love a curse or a sin?

flying dragonback with ( affiliates ) . . . @absolventiia. /

marching into war with . . . ( mains ) url here

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?

i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.

you love playing the victim when it's convenient.

don't look at me like that. you made this choice.

you always say that, and it's never true.

i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.

funny how it's always someone else's fault.

you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.

i trusted you, and that was my mistake.

you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.

say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.

you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.

you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.

i don't owe you patience.

you love control more than you love honesty.

stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.

you really think that excuses what you did?

you don't get to be angry about consequences.

i expected better from you, and that's on me.

you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.

every apology you give sounds rehearsed.

you only care when it affects you.

you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.

don't pretend this is about concern.

you cross lines and call it curiosity.

you never ask how i feel, you just assume.

you're cruel when you're cornered.

i see right through the act.

you confuse confidence with arrogance.

you just don't know when to stop.

you keep pushing until something breaks.

you don't get to play innocent here.

you really thought i wouldn't notice?

you always need an audience.

i don't recognize you when you're like this.

you're not brave, you're reckless.

you say you're honest, but you're just mean.

you enjoy this more than you admit.

don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.

you don't fight fair, you fight to win.

you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.

you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.

why do you make everything a competition?

you don't get to decide what hurts me.

you act like being hurt gives you permission.

you only hear what supports your narrative.

you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.

you always push until i snap.

is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.

you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.

you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?

i know you always choose pride over people.

you don't know how to back down.

you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.

you treat everyone like they're disposable.

after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.

you always take more than you give.

you never stop to think who gets hurt.

you only care when you're exposed.

you don't know how to sit with discomfort.

you poke until something bleeds.

you love being right more than being kind.

you don't know when enough is enough.

you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.

you don't see people, you see leverage.

no, you don't get to speak for me.

you twist everything until it suits you.

you don't actually care about the truth.

you always need the last word.

you don't know how to be gentle.

you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.

stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.

you don't know how to lose gracefully.

you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.

you make everything personal.

you don't know how to let things go.

the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.

you don't care how this affects anyone else.

how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.

you don't see how far you've crossed the line.

you always think you're justified.

you don't know how to stop hurting people.

don't act like you actually want answers.

you always think you're the smartest one in the room.

you care about winning.

you don't fight for resolution. you fight to hurt and you know it.

[aurora-rph]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[hightowerqueen]

HIGHTOWERQUEEN ⸻ a highly selective and heavily book-based + headcanon-based portrayal of LADY ALICENT HIGHTOWER from george r.r. martin's fire and blood & a song of ice and fire universe. please consult rules prior to interaction. (graphic credit / @absolventiia)

[mcflymemes]

QUESTIONS FOR THE ROLEPLAYER! * send a symbol and i'll answer the question!

👠 - what's your favorite thing about this hobby?

🎩 - how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

👒 - what's your favorite roleplay memory?

🎒 - do you prefer to write long replies or short ones?

💼 - do you prefer to have one blog at a time, or multiple blogs? why?

🕶️ - are you the type of person who can write anywhere and anytime, or do you need a designated environment to write?

🧶 - what do you think this hobby has taught you?

🧵 - have you roleplayed anywhere besides tumblr?

👔 - have you ever considered leaving the roleplay community? why?

👗 - do you think the roleplay community has become better or worse since you started writing here?

🩳 - what's the best way for someone to start writing with you?

🧤 - what's your favorite kind of dynamic to write?

🪖 - what's your favorite kind of plot to write?

💍 - have you met any long term friends in this hobby?

👛 - what was your first fandom on tumblr?

🌂 - what are some FCs you really want to use, but haven't yet?

🌟 - do you listen to music when you write? with lyrics, or without?

💥 - do you have any advice for newcomers to the rpc?

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

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

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[absolventiia]

aurane is written over @absolventiia & u can follow if u want

[midsumner]

“Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh… Do you understand? Do you really understand?”

— María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952

[yellow-cat]

hey sorry for being so snappish earlier i was in a bad mood. and im still in a bad mood so can you fuck off

[zaldriakhzan]

“whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom.” (for aemond!)

i don't remember the meme tbh | @hightowerqueen ft. aemond.

how interesting , for your mother to phrase it like that. one would assume that the king should not be able to be controlled , that he should be able to make his own decisions based off of his own interests & for the good of the kingdom's people. you know better than that , don't you aemond? how effortless it seems to bend aegon's words to mean something different than the first thought that slipped from his lips. how absently you can twist an idea around with your words , like an incantation , to make it seem like aegon thought of it first.

do you get that from your mother? your grandfather? or have you built on that skill by yourself , as a silent means of revenge against your older brother's consistent torment from your yesteryears? maybe a bit of both?

the corners of your lips curl into a half - baked smirk , your eyes meeting alicent's after a quiet moment. ' in regards to? your husband or your son? ' your leg wraps itself over its counterpart's thigh as you lean back against the head of your seat. ' is that what you strived for yourself , mother? to play puppet master in the shadow of men? ' a gleam from the sun outside your window hits your eye when you tilt your head in question , illuminating the lavender color. ' or . . ' your smirk widens. ' are you being foreboding? admonition hidden within proposition , perhaps? '

[hightowerqueen]

despite herself, alicent cannot seem to help the faint smile that tugs the corners of her lips upwards, tinged by affectionate exasperation though the expression is. it is true that targaryens are inclined to a broody, pensive nature and it is at times a quality she finds moreso in her sons than in her daughter. perhaps aemond most of all. it is not his fault that such intense rumination is woven within his character for his burden is heavy: that of a younger son who believes he would be better suited in the role of the firstborn. she knows this just as she knows that she need never actually fear that such inherent resentment might trouble relations between her children. her children may bicker amongst one another but she has been unwaveringly proud in their vehemence to the stricture she had tried to ingrain within them since childhood: against the world, they close ranks. 

there is something within his words, this dutiful concession towards marriage, that brings forth a pang of guilt within the pit of her stomach. had it been wrong to imbue her children with the same concept of marriage that her father had taught her? for otto hightower, the marriages of his children were made for duty to house hightower, to further the greatness of their house and extend the web of its influence across the realm. such haughty convictions contrasted sharply with the more fanciful opinions of marriage, those that bordered on folklore in which love was the master of all. was it so wrong that she had steered her children away from such beliefs? ❝ marriage is first and foremost a duty to your family which is why i will craft your betrothal so carefully but i hope that you may find some happiness in it all the same, aemond. ❞ 

what she does not wish for her childrens' marriages is anything remotely similar to the union in which she had shared with viserys. yes, the late king had given her power and influence and was the father of her children but she had oft felt that the man had lived in a world of his own. he had not heeded her counsel out of love or devotion but out of weary resignation. 

❝ a happy marriage can be a wonderful thing. it is no small feat to have a wife who is a true partner to you, who understands you and seeks to aid you in all things. ❞ in the end, the war will dictate the brides chosen for her sons but that does not mean she will turn a blind eye to the more personal dimension of marriage. ❝ i wish for your happiness, aemond. in times of war, matters of personal contentment must be pushed to the background for the sake of the greater good but i do hope that marriage will bring you great happiness. after all, it was my marriage to your father that gave me my life's greatest gift: my children.  life takes on an altogether different meaning once you have held your first child in your arms. ❞ 

[zaldriakhzan]

there is something that bristles you at the word happiness. you can't place the reason why : be it because the effect of the word is foreign to you or because you don't understand what it means to achieve it. are you happy , aemond? do you even know what happiness looks like? is it the singing clash of steel against steel during the heat of the battle , wherein your draconic blood boils at the chase towards victory? is it atop the back of the largest dragon still living , the thin wind blowing back your tresses as you soar & do godlike things like block out the entire sun from those below you?

what is the real meaning of happiness to a targaryen?

you believe you might have experienced it , once or twice. during your younger years , chasing after your older brothers through the massive , winding halls of the keep. you've always tried to keep up with them ( beating them was never an option ) , but you can recall the times when aurane would stop & wait for you when your presence behind you faded. there have even been times where he would hoist you upon his back & trail after aegon , finishing races together , side by side. as you aged , happiness might have transformed into something sharper , a little more wicked , & closer to self - assured complacency. to be subdued by a frivolous act such as marriage would not apply to you ; whether you had a wife & even bore children , your role in this civil war was greater than anything else that might come to plant itself in your life. the strength of your adherence to your duties is one of your most unyeilding qualities.

' i am confident in your abilities to choose a proper bride. ' better her than yourself. your hollow affections have only ever been tested amongst brothels , & even then your interests had teetered on a more . . . niche sort of pleasure. one that , months later , you have found yourself almost embarrassed by. whether or not that has something to do with aegon's cruel mockery of you , you refuse to ruminate on the memory. ' despite your arrangement to father , were you . . happy with him , mother? happy , as you wish for me? ' it's a question that surprises you as it passes your lips , but alicent's presence tends to have a calming effect upon you. it settles you , allows you a sort of contentment that brings out compressed curiosity otherwise hidden deep down.

[zaldriakhzan]

thinking about weepy aemond on this fine work day. thinking about aemond in a constant state of panic, of fighting against his inner fragmentation, of admitting his most vulnerable secrets out loud to get the nightmares to end but they won't. thinking about aemond's crazy mommy issues and debilitatingly polarizing view of his older brothers in the way that he both aspires to be like them but can't stand the people they've grown into because he has tried to be the perfect example of a prince and it has failed him.

[zaldriakhzan]

#zaldriakhzan is an independent , private , & selective triple - muse writing blog for prince aemond targaryen & two original characters : lady fionalla dayne & lady visella targaryen of g.r.r.m's a song of ice & fire universe. aemond specifically is book - based with some influences from the show , but mainly interpreted through personal headcanons. this blog is heavily affiliated with @absolventiia through lore , ocs , & muse dynamics.

low activity. mutuals only. friends , femme muses , & oc muses are prioritized. if you're the type to ignore femme muses , do not follow me. visella's carrd. fionalla's carrd. aemond's carrd. opens. inbox calls. dash games. mains & affiliates call. plotting call. shipping call. visella's ship guide. fionalla's ship guide. aemond's ship guide.

a study in : boyhood vs beasthood / a monster or a child? / defining your own fate / the copper taste of war / dysfunctional family dynamics / isn't violence also love? / debilitating mommy issues / endless , restless hunger / self - worth so egregious you can never be satisfied / when a crown becomes too heavy on the head / is love a curse or a cure? / defying society's chains / embracing your own autonomy in the face of ridicule / sunkissed skin , starkissed soul / stubborness as an olympic sport / feminine rage vs a bleeding heart / being too good for the cruelty of your time / wild child of the family / a girl in the shape of a father's absence / broken & dysfunctional family dynamics / loyalty of wolves but a hunger like one starved / am i my father's daughter? / the word father rotting in the mouth like rapid tooth decay / mourning the ghost of what i could have become / mirrors are an enemy / is love a curse or a sin?

flying dragonback with ( affiliates ) . . . @absolventiia. /

marching into war with . . . ( mains ) url here

[zaldriakhzan]

[ ENTER . . . ]

visella targaryen : not a girl , but a weapon. not a daughter , but an avenger.

CARRD INFO HERE.

[zaldriakhzan]

[ ENTER . . . ]

visella targaryen : not a girl , but a weapon. not a daughter , but an avenger.

CARRD INFO HERE.

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄.

› prompts from holly black's novel the cruel prince (2018). feel free to tweak as you see fit.

“i hate you because i think of you. often.”

“have i told you how hideous you look tonight?”

“if you hurt me, i wouldn't cry. i would hurt you back.”

“what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything?”

“instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear.”

“that seems entirely backward.”

“i can be charming. i charmed you, didn’t i?”

“do not expect others to share my depraved tastes.”

“i am going to shame you with my defiance.”

“let me remind you that means you have much to lose and i have nothing.”

“i will make sure you lose everything i can take from you.”

“i promise you this is the least of what i can do.”

“i am what you made me.”

“i have lied and i have betrayed and i have triumphed.”

“because i want to see what you will do.”

“i want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.”

“there’s always something left to lose.”

“i suppose i could love anyone.”

“that’s what comes of hungering for something.”

“you really do want me, and you hate it.”

“i will go as far as there is to go.”

“show your power by appearing powerless.”

“i am tired of caring.”

“i will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.”

“we don't need to be good. but let's try to be fair.”

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“i am weak. i am fragile. i am mortal.”

“i have always been scared, since the day i got here.”

“i live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it.”

“only idiots aren’t scared of things that are scary.”

“go ahead. insult me.”

“i do not yearn to be their equal.”

“sharpen your heart.”

“i am coming unraveled. i am coming undone.”

“having stepped off the edge, what i want to do is fall.”

“this isn’t how people show loyalty.”

“what if, when everything else is different, i’m not?”

“whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom.”

“get down here before you’re recognized.”

“maybe being a monster was my calling.”

“there’s safety in being awful.”

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 ··· a collection of birthrights and betrayals, the throne that costs more than it gives, love tangled up in the question of who is fit to rule. genre: drama, angst, romance, court intrigue.

I was born to inherit this. From my first breath, it was meant to be mine.

You are not the heir my father chose, whatever claim you may believe yourself to possess.

The council shall convene at dawn, and there decide what is to become of me.

I have been schooled since infancy to sit that throne. No one thought to teach me how lonely it would be.

You are but a second son. By rights, that ought to mean little. Here, it means all.

The succession runs in my blood, heedless of my wishes. I have never once been granted a choice in any of it.

I would surrender my claim for you. 

You look upon that throne as though it were a cage. Of late, I have begun to see the bars as well.

The court has already begun to choose its banners. I must know beneath which one you mean to stand.

You possess the better claim to this crown, and we both know it, though the court may choke upon the truth.

The regency ends when I come of age next spring. I cannot say whether I am prepared for what follows.

My sister gathers allies in the north and calls men to her banners. I do not think she means to wait for the old king to die in his own bed.

I would trade this birthright for a single year lived as any common soul might live. 

The council would have me wed before autumn’s end, that the succession might be secured. Not one among them has thought to ask whom I would choose.

I watched my father die with his fingers still closed around a power he no longer possessed the strength to wield.

You would rule with greater kindness than any of us.

The crown has passed over me and settled upon my cousin’s brow. I have spent my whole life preparing for a future that is mine no longer.

I do not desire the throne. I desire only the right to refuse it, and even that has been denied me.

You were raised in exile, waiting upon a claim that might never ripen. I do not know how the waiting has not broken you.

I have inherited a war I did not begin and a crown I am not certain I have earned.

You would burn the realm to ash before you saw it fall into unworthy hands. I have begun to wonder whether mine are such hands.

The laws of succession favor the eldest son. I had the ill fortune to be born a daughter, and thus wrongly born in the eyes of the crown.

You ask whether I desire this. No one has asked me such a thing in all my life. I find I do not know how to answer.

The realm requires a strong hand upon the throne. I do not know that mine is strong enough. Tell me that it is, even should you have to lie.

You would have made a good queen. I think upon that more often than I should, now that the crown has fallen to me instead.

The ancient laws decree that the crown must pass through blood alone. I fear that law has destroyed far more of this family than it ever preserved.

You stood beside me at my coronation when half the court wished you cast out. I shall remember it until my dying day.

This quarrel over the succession has already claimed two lives. I fear it has not yet taken its full due.

I never wished to rule. I wished only to be free. No one born to this house has ever been permitted both.

You would surrender everything for me. I begin to understand that you count your claim among those sacrifices.

I have worn this crown for but a single day, and already I understand how it broke my father.

You are the rightful heir, and every soul in this chamber knows it, even those who would rather bite out their tongues than confess it.

The throne was never meant to be mine. Perhaps that is the very thing that might set me free of it.

You once told me that power is not inherited, but seized. I did not understand you until I watched my brother reach for mine.

The council fears the ruler I may yet become. On certain days, I find that I fear them as well.

I would sooner lay down my crown than become the sort of monarch my father was.

I inherited this throne, but not the certainty that I possess the wisdom to rule from it.