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daylighter · 9 months
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would you still love me if i was a worm? :/
(reading a script at knife point) yes babe i would love you as a lil worm 😔
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barbiedragon · 1 year
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Scarlet Bound Chapter 2
Scarlet Bound Masterlist
Daemon Targaryen x sister!reader
Rating: T (will be adjusted for each chapter)
WC: 4.1k
Warnings: Canon character deaths, heavy on the angst, canon divergence, Targcest, arranged marriage, miscarriage, everyone hating on Viserys hours
Summary: Born in 84 AC, you are the only daughter of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen and the younger sister to Viserys and Daemon.  Death and tragedy loom at your door as the red string continues to pull you and Daemon along your shared path.  Your first child is born, you claim a dragon, and the winds begin to shift.
A/N: While series are usually not my preferred storytelling method, I had this little brain worm that wouldn’t let go.  I did a wee bit of timeline adjusting. A big thanks to  @obsidian-hearts for beta reading for me. 💕💕
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Ten Moons Past-100 AC
“He’s lovely, and has Daemon’s eyes,” Alysanne whispered as her bony fingers touched the top of your babe’s head.  It was true; he had inherited Daemon’s beautiful lilac eyes. In fact, you saw a lot of Daemon on the small boy’s face, and your heart was already filled with an incredible love for him.
“He does, we’ve named him Laerion,” you smiled, perched on the bed next to her.  Throughout your pregnancy, you had helped to tend to your grandmother as she grew bedridden.  You were certain the Maesters had good intentions, but you had been by her side ever since you were a small child, and you wished to cling to the moments that were left; absorbing whatever knowledge she wished to impart to you.  Her golden hair was long gone and now white as snow, and her bright blue eyes were now opaque as she struggled to see. While her body was clearly in pain and fading, her mind remained razor-sharp.
“A strong Valyrian name.  Motherhood will suit you, my dear,” she said.  The labor had not been awful.  You had been by Aemma’s side when she gave birth to Rhaenyra three moons before you had your son.  Both babes were healthy, as were you and your good-sister.  It was long overdue for the Mother to bless the dragon house.
“Only because you have prepared me for it,” you said before you swallowed the lump in your throat.  You knew she wasn’t much longer for this world, but she would pass in peace.  You had dreamed as much.  A sweet slumber from which she would not wake.
Her shaking hand settled on your knee while Laerion curled against your chest.  “Sweet girl, I did what I could, but you’ve blossomed on your own as well.  I do not wish to place such a burden upon you. You will have to help guide this family,” she murmured.
“Rest, mumuñus. We shall visit you in the morning,” you whispered before bending to press a kiss to her wrinkled forehead. 
She gave you a small smile before you left with your son in your arms.  The Stranger would take her that evening.  You did not think your heart could bear such grief as you wept in Daemon’s strong arms.  
You would soon learn how to carry the burden, just as she did.
Six moons turned, and you desperately needed a happy memory.  Laerion grew healthier and stronger with each passing day.  You tenderly bound him to Daemon’s chest before kissing the crown of his silver head then gave his tummy a soft tickle.  “Kepa will keep you safe,” you whispered into his ear before you stepped back to watch Daemon mount Caraxes.  This was tradition after all.  Your son’s first flight.  A beautiful egg of purple swirled with emerald green had hatched during the last moon cycle.  Destined to be a dragon rider.  It surprised you how small the hatchling was as you watched the large Blood Wyrm lift into the sky.  The size of a bunny, layered in stunning scales of obsidian and deep violet, you dubbed him Aegarax.  You were delighted that your son was blessed with what you had always longed for, as your crimson egg remained safely nestled away.  Even after all these years, you were unable to part with it.
Once Caraxes landed safely on the ground after the brief flight, you heard your son’s small, delighted giggles as Daemon climbed carefully off the dragon’s back.
“He’s a natural!” Daemon proclaimed with a grin so wide it threatened to split him ear to ear.
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101 AC
Laerion babbled from his place on your lap, his chubby hands grasping at your ringed fingers as he gummed around the tips.  You chuckled softly, not minding the little slobber left behind as you were incredibly besotted by your son.  Little Rhaenyra sat on your other thigh, quiet as a mouse as she watched Laerion with wide violet eyes.  Nurses and maids lingered close by and ‘twas a good thing it turned out when your sworn shield came in to inform you that your presence was requested in the Tower of the Hand.  Your father’s quarters.  You swallowed down your nerves as you passed the children over to their nursemaids before gathering your skirts and hurrying out of the room.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed behind the guards.  When you arrived, you found Daemon pacing about the room, a furious look on his face. Viserys stood by the window, shoulders slumped.  Another babe had been lost in the cradle.  You needed to speak with him and Aemma; your good-sister needed a respite and not to be used as a brooding mare.  Your grandfather was not there, but it was a long journey up the winding stairs and his health was not good.  Uncertainty loomed and it made your stomach churn.
“What happened?” you asked when you saw your father in the bed as his body writhed in pain.
“Stomach pains, Princess,” the Maester explained as he prepared a tonic.
“Or something more nefarious,” Daemon hissed, “You should not have gone on the hunt.”
You rushed to your father’s side to take his hand.  
“I’ll be fine, sweet girl, just an upset stomach,” Baelon assured you even though you could see the pain that surged through him, “And Daemon, I’m a man long grown, I do not need to be lectured by my son.”  Daemon’s response came in the form of a glare.
“This should help, my Prince,” the Maester said.  You took the vial into your hand to assist your father in drinking the tonic down. You had frequently tended to Alysanne in her final moments, this was nothing new.
Five days later the Stranger had taken him. According to the Maesters, he had died of a burst belly.  Your hand clutched tightly at Daemon’s fingers during the funeral as the hot tears rolled down your face.  Daemon held it together, but in your chambers later that night, his face pressed into your lap as he finally allowed himself to break.  Jaehaerys leaned onto his cane as he watched yet another child buried.  The succession would be a mess now, with Vaegon, your only living uncle, making it clear that he wanted no part of it, although it was rumored that he suggested his father call a Great Council to help put the matter to rest once and for all. Many stood for the throne passing to Viserys while others stood by Rhaenys’s claim. As much as your grandmother had insisted upon it, you knew your grandfather would never let a woman sit on the Iron Throne.
Otto Hightower was named the new Hand, and the tides began to turn.  You watched as the once-vibrant flowers and leaves in the gardens began to fade with the approaching autumn.  You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and nothing was able to chase it away.
Daemon had been trapped in gloom and grief after Baelon’s passing, oft finding comfort in endless golden cups of wine, or curled in your arms.  Your father had been adored; he was a truly good man who had served his father dutifully and wisely. He refused to marry after your mother’s passing, even if Viserra had tried to worm her way into his bed many a time.  You and a maid had found her in your father’s chambers one day in just a skimpy robe of purple silk. With the true unhinged anger of a toddler, you had hurled your red egg as hard as your little arms could muster.  Satisfied with the loud clunk as it hit her square in the nose and blood poured out.  Daemon could hardly contain his laughter when the maid explained to your father what had happened.  It seemed the Targaryen men were cursed when it came to controlling their daughters.
“Ozmijīnna īlvys kepus,” (I miss our father) Daemon murmured as his cheek rubbed against the soft fabric of your black gown.
“Gimin,” (I know) you whispered as your fingers braided a small section of his soft hair.  You could smell the sweet wine on his breath and saw the soft splatter of tears on the dark fabric.  Only you were allowed to see him in such a state.  Not even Viserys was allowed to get this  close; to see how vulnerable Daemon could be.  All he had ever wanted was to live up to the Targaryen name.  He wore the red three-headed dragon with pride.  A gifted swordsman, a strong dragon rider, married to a beautiful young woman of Valyrian blood. Now blessed with a happy and healthy son.  He had all the markings to become one in power, he just needed to be refined a bit.  Luckily, he had you at his side.
On a stormy evening, once Laerion had been settled and you could not find sleep even as Daemon snored next to you in the bed.  You felt anger bubble inside as you watched him; his face pressed into the pillow while his back rose and fell with each breath he took.  Wine drunk again.  You wished to smack him across the back of his head just to find some smug pride in ruining his peace.  Instead, you got out of bed to dress.  You traded your nightdress for a pair of leather breeches and a black tunic with the red Targaryen three-headed dragon upon it. You rarely wore colors these days, for it seemed tragedy still loomed over the cursed dragon house.  Your guard escorted you as the rain droplets splatted pleasantly against the top of the carriage that took you to the dragon pit.
“Dārilaros, (princess)” the keeper nodded as you entered.
You returned the nod before you tugged on your leather gloves.  “I want to see Silverwing,” you requested.  You had a goal in mind, but you weren’t dumb enough to venture into the depths of the pit alone.  A few moments later, the beautiful silver dragon emerged with two keepers in front of her as gray smoke billowed from her nostrils.  Her membranes were an opaque pink with shimmering, iridescent shades of violet on the undersides of her wings. You had flown on her a few times in your youth with your grandmother; the memories quickly flooded back and for a moment you felt the wind in your hair.  You could almost hear the sound of Alysanne’s delighted laughter as it echoed in your ears.  You imagined wisps of your silver hair flying around while her golden curls caught in the sunlight.  The faint smell of orchids overtook you for a moment as you lifted your hand to Silverwing’s muzzle.
“Lykirī,” you murmured as you felt the hot steam of her breath against your fingertips.
Her temperament seemed to calm as she crawled forward using her hind legs, claws scraping against the ground before she lowered herself down.  The keepers parted to let you grab hold of the reins as you hooked one foot through a stirrup before pulling yourself into the saddle.  You took a moment to get your bearings; you had ridden many horses growing up, but this was quite different.  Yet, it felt right.  Meant to be.
“Soves,” you ordered Silverwing, feeling the warmth of her large body under your legs.  The skilled dragon crawled out of the pit before lifting into the sky.  The flapping of her wings proved louder than the raindrops as she navigated the black night.  The nerves drifted away as you felt peace - like you had after marrying Daemon or holding your son safely in your arms.  You remembered the afternoons spent learning with your grandmother or in your father’s lap, egg hugged tightly to your chest, as he told you stories of your mother.
It felt as if you were molded into one with the dragon.  The heat of her large body surged through you, sharing a beating of hearts.  Fingers moved over the raised scales of her flesh, and you wondered if this is how your grandmother had felt during her first flight.  It felt an honor to share such a noble dragon, and surely, she would have approved.  Alysanne may be gone, but her spirit lived on through you, through Silverwing, and your memories.  You closed your mismatched eyes with one hand gripped on the pommel of the saddle as you trusted your dragon to navigate. Cheekiness surged through you, and you couldn’t resist shouting out, “Dracarys!”  Eyes wide with a large grin upon your face Silverwing emitted a golden blast of fire.
Silverwing seemed intuitive enough to not take you into the gathering storm clouds as she took you for a simple lap around King’s Landing before returning to the pit.  Your guard seemed relieved to have you back safely.  Heart pumped hot blood through your veins as you returned to the castle.  Daemon was awake by the time you returned and wasted no time in pulling you close against him.  You braced for his yelling, but instead, his fingers carded through your messy silver strands.
“So, tell me, which one did you claim, rēkītsos?” (little rose) he murmured as his thumb traced along your lower lip before it settled on your chin.
 You tilted your face up, a smile threatening to break across your face.  “Silverwing,” you said proudly, adrenaline still surging through your body.
 “She’s fitting for you,” Daemon smiled before his hands slipped to your hips.  His lips crashed against yours; hard and hungry.  A soft squeal filled the room before he tossed you onto the bed.
 103 AC
You did not feel anything when Jaehaerys died.  Your hand clutched tightly at Daemon’s as Vermithor set the pyre on fire.  One last act of duty for his rider before the massive beast took flight to Dragonstone.  Viserys had been named heir and oaths were sworn to uphold it.  Your eyes flickered over to your eldest brother for a moment as he gingerly held Aemma’s hand.  Another babe grew in her belly and while it should have brought happiness, a sense of dread hung in the air.  It was going to be the death of her.  Images of her passing haunted your dreams at night, and Daemon was your only confidant when it came to them. You prayed to the Gods every evening under the blazing candles in the Sept that a healthy babe would be brought into the world again.  It seemed the Targaryen line had slowly dwindled, and there was mounting pressure to rebuild it.
The crowning of Viserys was a solemn affair; it was all circumstance and no pomp as the crown of Jaehaerys was placed upon his silver hair.  A tense smile threatened to break Aemma’s face; she was standing by his side and wearing the crown favored by Alysanne.  Three-year-old Rhaenyra clutched at her mother’s hand; her purple eyes were wide as she stared into the crowd.  Laerion wiggled in his spot on your hip, his small feet digging into your stomach, which had been in knots since morning dawned. A soft groan of frustration emerged from his tiny mouth.  You couldn’t blame him.  Heat blazed through the realm; it made you long to tear off your gown and sink into the cool waters of the fountain back at the palace instead of standing through this ghastly ceremony. It was spiteful and selfish that while your heart held love for Viserys as your brother, you knew that he was not a good fit for King.  There was nothing you could do except play your role and wait. Daemon’s hand gently ruffled his son’s silver hair, getting a delighted giggle from him. 
Celebration rang throughout the kingdom, and wine flowed like water.  You grazed your lips lightly across Daemon’s cheek.  “I need to get out of this dress,” you whispered in his ear.  Laerion had long settled with the ladies, adored, and coddled to sleep, no doubt.  How you envied him. Your husband’s thumb grazed across your knuckles before it traced the golden ring around your finger- the one Alysanne had worn.  You didn’t wish to admit that you were suffering from a stomach ache as well, no doubt caused by the heat.  He didn’t need the worry.
“Go,” he replied simply. There was a bit of a spring to your step as you made your way back to your chambers, feeling relief as your ladies peeled the dress off your body.  The stifled feeling was gone as Aelinor finished getting you settled.  It was blissful to lay on the cool blanket, silver hair sprawled under you before you settled in for a rest.  You woke during the hour of the eel from a sharp pain only to discover your lower half coated in a small puddle of blood.  Panic surged through you as you screamed for your shield and Aelinor since Daemon was still at the feast.
“Out of my way, you cunt,” you heard his voice sneer loudly down the hall before he rushed into the room to find Maester Mellos between your splayed legs and blood still coated upon you.  
“Very early stages, Princess.  I would not worry, you should be able to conceive easily again,” Mellos assured you while he finished the task at hand as he managed to get the bleeding to finally stop.  The scent of herbs was pungent in the air.  You hadn’t even known you were with child again.  Your eyes flickered over to Daemon to find him wide-eyed with concern etched heavily across his forehead.  “Now you must rest, send for me if needed.”
 “I will help you change, Princess,” Aelinor offered softly before she moved to help you sit.
 “Leave.  I will attend to my wife!” Daemon barked out.
 “Daemon!” you scolded, gently squeezing Aelinor’s hand.  “You shouldn’t see me in such -
 “Blood doesn’t frighten me,” he interjected.
“The sheets need to be changed. Will you handle those as well?  Aelinor, it seems my husband wishes to be a handmaiden this evening,” you snorted; you were caught in a delirium of pain and grief once you had truly processed what happened.
 Poor Aelinor didn’t know what to say, grasping her hands anxiously while watching you and Daemon glare at each other.
“Aelinor, have a bath prepared.  I’ll help my wife while you prepare a clean bed,” Daemon instructed her, and she scurried off with haste.
The hot water was welcoming and soothing on your skin as the strong scent of mint billowed with the steam.  Pennyroyal, you thought.  Alysanne had enjoyed it brewed as her tea in her later years.  Daemon held a cloth in his hand while he tenderly scrubbed the dried blood from your thighs.
“Did it hurt?” he asked softly before his lips brushed across your bare shoulder.
 “A bad cramp… I thought nothing of it,” you admitted as your hand rested gingerly on your empty stomach.
 “You should have told me.”
 “Daemon, I didn’t know.  Mellos said I wasn’t more than a moon past.”
 Those hands and cloth continued to work over your body, scrubbing you clean, pink, and fresh.  “I won’t put you through what Aemma had to endure.”  His voice was small and strained.
 
Your wet hands took hold of his face, pulling him closer until your foreheads touched.  “I would cut off your cock before that could happen,” you teased, and he let out a stifled laugh. Your lips gently traced down the slope of his nose.  “I know you wouldn’t,” you assured him.
 After the water had turned cold, Daemon helped you to dress before taking you into the clean bed to hold you close in his arms.  A hand resting on top of yours, grieving together in what was lost.  One more marked tragedy for House Targaryen.
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Four moons passed before finding yourself in the small council chambers. Your hand gripped the golden cup as you stared down into the red liquid while you felt the blood boil beneath your skin from the words that spilled from Viserys’s mouth. Fool.
 “You would keep that cunt on as your hand, instead of me?” Daemon seethed before his clenched fists slammed down on the table, making it shake.
 “Daemon, he served our grandsire wisely after our fath -”
 “That cunt plotted our father’s demise to advance his own family.  You saw how quickly he moved his daughter out of Aenya’s service and onto the Queen’s.  Too good to serve a lowly princess.  Plotted her at our grandfather’s bedside as well…..you must see.  You cannot be so blind.”
 “This is nonsense!  Our father died of a burst belly!”
 “Caused by poison…..slipped to him by that Hightower shit.”
“Seven hells, Daemon!  You have no proof of that, and Alicent, she is but a young girl.  Aenya didn’t mind, she seems happy with Aelinor Redwyne.  Sister?”
“I’m very content with Aelinor, but Daemon should be your hand, brother,” you retorted as you lifted your gaze.  “Daemon is your heir, and he should serve by your side.  Just as our father did for our grandfather.  You have a kind heart, but you will need a firm hand.  It should be Daemon.”
 Viserys seemed aghast at your response.  “Sister….”
“You asked for me to speak the truth.  This family has been ripped apart enough.  Make Daemon your hand.”  Your voice was steady as a rock.  Mayhaps the familiar eyes of his mother staring back at him might allow him to see clearly.
 “Otto Hightower will remain Hand of the King.  Mayhaps Daemon would be suited to Master of Law.”
You could barely leap to your feet as Daemon’s temper roared through him as he slammed Viserys into the wall.  Your grandsire’s golden crown clattered onto the floor as the guards rushed forward.  You jammed your elbow into Daemon’s chest as you tried to pry them apart.  Viserys’s hand flew out, smacking into the side of your face instead of Daemon’s in all the confusion and fury.  Blood dribbled from your nose as your shield, Marwain, pulled you away as your brothers were separated.  The fury blazed in Daemon’s eyes when he saw the blood trickle from you.
 “I’m fine!” you shouted before you pressed your thumb and forefinger to the bridge of your nose.
“Aenya,” Viserys said, voice wavering.
 “I said that I’m fine, you fools!” you choked out as blood mixed with your saliva before you had your guard escort you to your chambers once the bleeding had stopped.
“If you weren’t my brother, I’d slit your throat for laying hands on my wife,” you heard Daemon growl while you were escorted down the hall.  The bickering continued, and it made your head throb.  When Aelinor saw the dried blood on your face, she quickly came forward to gently wipe it away while Laerion played with his wooden blocks in front of the hearth.  You squeezed Aelinor’s hand in thanks before dismissing her, then knelt in front of your son.
 “Mamamamama!” Laerion smiled as he toddled over to you, arms outstretched for a hug.
 You smiled as you hugged him close, nuzzling his soft cheek.  You sat in front of the fire with him in your lap as Daemon stormed in.  “Papa!” Laerion grinned.  You watched the anger melt away from Daemon’s shoulders before he came over to kiss the boy’s forehead.
 “Master of Law wou -”
 “We leave for Dragonstone upon the morrow,” Daemon cut you off.
 You gave a soft huff.  “Without discussing it with me?”
 “Let Viserys play at being King without us, he’ll learn and come begging.”
 You closed your eyes for a moment, fingers moving tenderly through Laerion’s hair, small hands clinging to your gown.  The balmy breeze from Blackwater Bay, the warmth from the volcano, the roar of dragons, the feeling of sand between your toes, Laerion splashing in the waves, and another round belly.  Vivid visions you could reach out and touch. A crown of bone followed by a crown of steel and rubies.  Destiny called.
 “To Dragonstone, then, husband,” you whispered while rocking Laerion in your arms.
 
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tourettesdog · 1 year
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Pops up from a bush like the short wyrm king I am
Hello my friend!
I am here to interest you in a DP x DC thing I have cause I haven't sent one on tumblr in a while.
This time I shall be finally using the Ghost King Danny hc anyways.
Ghost King Danny has just recently lost his friends and family in the nasty burger explosion, unfortunately CW couldn't rewind the accident and so, Danny is left by himself to wallow in hate and misery.
Until he was introduced to Batman. A character who lost everything at a young age but managed to drag himself up and become a hero.
Danny has been spending his everything to acquire comic books of this hero, watching his highs, the lows and cheering him on every step of the way.
Danny love Batman, because he's the only thing that helped to pull him out of his spiral. If he could, he would hug him and never let go.
Meanwhile in the DC universe. Batman has been unknowingly (to the both of them) blessed by the ghost king and highly favored.
During a mission to find and stop a cult from summoning this mysterious 'ghost king' that they want to unleash upon the world to destroy it.
They failed to stop the summoning in time, but instead of this eldritch being beyond human comprehension.
It's instead this small boy. A boy with a crown that's so big on his that it's around his neck, with a cape that looks like universe was weaved upon it.
The boy seemed confused on what happened, looking around and taking in everything slowly, his eyes roamed over the summoning circle laying upon the floor.
The defeated cultists sprawled about, the old, time taken look of the building until his eyes at last roamed over the Justice League.
The boy met Batman's eyes, and in that moment. With a speed that can only be less than the likes of Superman and the Flash, appeared before Batman directly.
The Justice League tenses and prepared for a fight, but instead of attacking the boy only hugged?
The boy's eyes seemed to be small stars themself as he looked up at Batman, and with a small and quivering voice spoke:
"You're real..."
this might be cringe but anyways.
Crawls back into the bush
This is not cringe at all. I actually really love it ahhh <3 ; o ;
The thought of Danny actually finding the person that helped him get through a hard time, when he didn't even think he was real? Very sweet and endearing.
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houseofhopeofficial · 5 months
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BG3 Characters fears
So I had surgery yesterday at time of writing, to remove a wisdom tooth that was hurting me. While I was shitting bricks in the dentist chair I was thinking about which bg3 char would also be afraid of the dentist or needles or any of the other things I had to go through yesterday. I'll be honest, I was sedated so I can't remember much of yesterday even though I know I was awake, aware and mostly sober by about 4pm.
I was too anxious to write in the dentist but I guess Ill do it now? I'm not gonna write deepest darkest fears BC that's too much room for writing, this is just short common fears that everyone has.
Astarion
Astarion probably has the most fears out of everyone but he's the least likely to talk about them. We know from dev notes he's terrified of clowns. Perhaps a childhood incident? Got lost at the circus? We also know he's afraid of horses, which again I imagine was some sort of childhood trauma. I know his background is charlatan but I can easily see him as a noble too, perhaps his family tried and failed to get him into horse riding. Just a headcanon and not really a fear but I think he's one of those people who recoil at the sound of pulling cotton or biting tinfoil. The sound and sensation really goes for his teeth.
Gale
I am not sure why, maybe it's the sedation drugs talking , but I'm convinced he's afraid of puppets. Marionettes, mannequins, dolls and everything uncanny scares the shit out of him. He shudders when he sees those punch and Judy kids sockpuppet shows. He just wants to know what child finds those entertaining and not horrific???
Karlach
Karlach is afraid of balloons. She hates the squeaky noise they make as well as the horrible anticipation of them being popped. She's really not sure why because she likes clowns and parties so she should like balloons too right???
Wyll
Wyll hates chickens, which is good because the feeling is mutual. Every chicken in toril has some sort of horrible wyll seeking missile attachment in their head. When they see him it's on sight. This is before he became part devil. Now, it's so much worse, he's nearly lost his good eye at least 3 times on the journey from rivington to wyrms rock. He got one of the others to use talk with animals to find out why and the best they could come up with is chickens are just bastards.
Halsin
it sounds silly and childish to him (although everyone else is sympathetic about it) but halsin is really afraid of the dark. i think this is probably from his time in the UnderDark, wandering around sort of lost and sort of afraid. Halsin is a big guy, logically he has nothing to be afraid of. but that doesn't stop him from refusing to sleep unless the fire is lit or there is a candle burning near him. I'm not even sure he's terrified of the dark alone, more than that he's afraid of not being able to see the stars, the moon and the night sky. even in the dark, being able to see lights in the sky give him great comfort.
Shadowheart
We already know a couple of shadowhearts fears. We know she's afraid of wolves BC of what happened to her as a kid but also she's not too fond of big dogs or barking in general . Actually she really hates little Yippy nippy bite dogs too. Scratch is the only good boy she'll tolerate. For obvious reasons she doesn't like mirrors either, although she's not sure why .
Laezel
Laezel in my mind is afraid of mirrors too but not in the same way as shadowheart. She's afraid of the false reflection or seeing something behind her. Think heather from silent hill 3. Lazael isnt afraid of her reflection, she's afraid of whatever else she might see.
Minthara
Well her one BIG fear is orin, that much is obvious. But I also think she's developed a fear of holes, Trypophobia. Holes in plants give her serious ick but it's holes in flesh or biological matter that give her the shivers. She can't bring herself to look at them without having flashbacks to moonrise and feeling kinda sick.
Jahira
Jahira is strange in that she doesn't have a specific fear. All her fears revolve around her kids, she's afraid they'll get hurt, afraid they'll do something dumb, afraid she can't protect them. If you pressed her she might tell you she doesn't like the ocean. Too many unknowns and too many things touching her legs while she's tryna have a nice relaxing swim and what the hell is going on with those goblin sharks, she knows all of nature's creatures are good but silvanus must have been on one while making those things.
Minsc and boo
Im gonna be honest with you, Minsc doesnt normally have the sense to be afraid of things other than the most basic of things. I guess one for the both of them is Snakes. Boo, obviously he doesnt want to get eaten, Minsc is afraid of being bitten by toilet snakes as is everyone from Rasheman. He is also deathly afraid of drinking a hot drink and then a cold drink and shattering his teeth.
Ketheric
Its kind of hard to find a fear for ketheric because all of his worst fears have already come true. And even after all that he lives in a fucking house of horrors that would make even Art the clown say chill out. I think, although its never spoken, he might be afraid of illness or sickness. A germophobe who avoids others like the plague. I dont think he realises it, treating most of the cultists like unwashed rabbel is sort of standard fair for a general and a noble of his status. He has a few 'safe' people who he trusts to be around like Z'rell and balthazar but everyone else needs to go through them or stand 15ft away and shout to him. Strangely most of the mindflayer colony is quite sterile, except for the places where the cultists blood has been spilt.
Orin
It sounds more sad than anything, but Orin is afraid of being alone. For her entire life she's never spent a day by herself. She's always had someone with her: her mother, Sarevok, her butler, bhaal himself, her dark urge whispering in her ear. the complete silence of being alone is absolutely terrifying to her. She's like one of those little dogs with attachment issues....and also a hideous bloody bite. Ultimately its sort of sad and pathetic that his woman who is meant to kill the entire world is scared shitless to be totally alone.
Gortash
Gortash is what I'd call a nervous patient. He had to swerve to avoid the house of healing because that place freaks him the fuck out. He's terrible with needles, despite his protests to the contrary (although he's not afraid of needles being used on others, just him). He's lucky that he's got good teeth because he despises the dentist with the kind of burning passion he usually reserved for Orin. One time he had a cavity and Durge literally had to put him over their shoulder and drag him to the dentist because he refused to go. Gortash nearly broke their hand holding on so tight while he was in the chair. He needs to be sedated for even a checkup (although he wouldn't admit this even under torture) Doesn't even get me started on how Durge has to be the one to give him his shots because he doesn't trust anyone one else to do it.
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Obey Me - Dogs, Cats, and More!
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Otome: Obey Me Shall We Date
I do have a bit of a bias from having chronic rescue cats. Also I like to think there's demon 'pets', but for the sake of this we'll stick to human-realm known creatures.
Lucifer: He's a bit torn between cats and dogs, he loves Cerberus and the excited loyalty of dogs, but quite likes cats, quiet companionship and often independent. That said, he's a tired dad that will put up with (almost) any animal someone brings home.
Mammon: Your man IS a puppy. For you. His favorite animal/pet/familiar is his crows, he says because they're little pickpockets that bring him shiny things, but he loves them so much and coddles them when no one's looking.
Leviathan: Any aquatic life! Fish, eels, octopi, he finds them a lot easier to relate to and likes going on deep swims to look at them. Has given favor to a few throughout time and in turn extended their lifespan. You once told him he should get a pet lobster, since he will live forever, and with help so can they. Also went to a cat cafe with Satan once and really likes the gentle cat he met.
Satan: Cats. 100% Cat person, one who will buy the toe bean socks and take photos of them with their head in a slice of bread. Buys lots of cat themed items. Taking you (or any of his willing brothers if you're busy) on cat cafe dates are his favorite past time.
Asmodeus: Bunnies and chinchillas. Both for the fact they're fluffy, fat, and so cute! He once had a huge white bunny and adored her, even if she did chew on his makeup brushes sometimes. Would gossip and cry into it's fur, has never had a pet since but still loves holding and petting them (and taking so many pictures).
Beelzebub: Dog person for another puppy like demon boy :) Loves big dogs and little dogs, the dogs that will jump up and lick his face when he comes home, taking Cerberus on runs together. He will have a dog and they will do Everything together, workouts, snack time (with it's own pile to chomp on), matching shirts, will carry it around whether it's a mastiff on one arm or a little shaking thing in a purse he carefully holds.
Belphagor: Cats but he is still fond of dogs. Despite his name and their laziness, it's not sloths. Dogs because they remind him of Beel, but unless it's an old or lazy dog, he will prefer it to stay with Beel too. It can always come nap with him though. Has fallen asleep at many a cat cafe with Satan and woke up to multiple cats on him, they know how to find a good sunspot and he can respect that.
Diavolo: He has always wanted a pet, he would be happy with any pet, loves animals, creatures, doesn't have a favorite but he's heartbroken that most are scared of him. Even Cerberus is weary feeling his power.
Barbatos: Dragons, wyrms, and cats. As a being from millennia long ago before the creation of many animals, and having similarities in his demon form self, he greatly respects beasts of old. And cats are both nice companions, cat be low maintenance, and best of all, will hunt mice and rats. Coincidentally, so will small dragons and the like.
Simeon: Cats and quokkas, he's fond of all animals and will says cats if you ask if he's a "cat person or dog person" but nothing quite matches a smiling quokka in his eyes. If you have any pets they will love him immediately and he gets flustered when you pout complaining he 'stole them from you'
Solomon: Possums. He started feeding a possums once, not even knowing what it was, and ended up taking it with him out of curiosity. Unlike the others who will hold off on getting another pet for missing them with short lifespans, Solomon will always have a few around somewhere. He loves feeding them, handing them each piece of fruit into those little hands.
Luke: He says he loves all animals! He would visit them all in heaven often (it was secretly his favorite place to go), his very favorites were the baby seals and turtles though. Seals with those big wet eyes staring up at him, and turtles because they're so slow and he liked to watch them, and always help the ones that got stuck or flipped over.
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Florrickology, Part 4.5: "Lady Mizora" really could have fucked
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I made this point in Florrickology Part 4, laying out the various simple ways that Larian could have contextualized Florrick confronting Wyll in Act 3 in a way that was a) not stupid and shitty and b) faithful to her characterization, but I've been thinking more about it and holy fuck does it suck that they didn't just capitalize on "Lady Mizora."
Because Ulder threw Wyll away for cavorting a devil, right?
That's unacceptable; there's never an excuse for something so selfish, reckless, and just plain stupid. His son may have been his pride and joy up to that moment, but how could he possibly forgive Wyll? How could he possibly trust him again?
But what if Florrick, his trusted advisor, closest confidant, greatest champion, fondest friend, the person who supported him more than his own family, did almost the same exact thing?
He could blame Wyll. His son should have known better. He raised Wyll better than that.
But... how could he possibly blame Florrick? He knows she's not selfish, reckless, or stupid. He couldn't not forgive Florrick. He couldn't not trust her again.
And... he doesn't look at Florrick and see himself. His hopes and dreams. His triumphs and failures. His beloved wife. He doesn't see a little boy who got misty-eyed over mermaids and loved to go fishing outside of Wyrm's Rock. There are none of those big, gooey feelings that hard-ass leader dad duke guys aren't the best at synthesizing and expressing.
In Florrick, he sees a friend and equal. A paragon of the best of the city. A public servant of the finest mettle.
She was a victim, no doubt about it. Anyone can be a victim, he knows that, no matter how powerful or intelligent or virtuous they are.
But, isn't that unfair? Why is Wyll culpable but Florrick innocent? He'd have to reconcile that. He'd have to look inside himself and understand the real reasons he cast will out, and with that understanding, seek Wyll's forgiveness.
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Not me imagining the beans(Lewk, Milo and Asta) are balls of energy! I bet they have their calm moments, but I can't get over how cute it is to see them jumping up and down with their arms in the air demanding upies! 🥺
Anyway, Question; How difficult was it to raise the kiddos? I bet Grimm and Wyrm had their hands full! 🤭 Hehehe!
Lewk is definitely very energetic, he can't sit still and wants to be involved in everything his family and other Dirtmouth residents do. He's at the age where he can run and jump around, and even glide a little bit with his wings, so he gives the family a lot of headaches, even if he's generally a very sweet kid. Since Hornet is probably the most agile in the family, it's usually her job to tire him out so that he can fall asleep. Lewk enjoys playfighting a lot, and because Asta and Milo are still young, he has to be gentle with them. But Hornet? She's older and stronger, so she's a worthy opponent. Grimm also often takes that responsibility, I like to imagine he playfights with Lewk similarly to how you'd do so with a cat - with just one hand, since it's so big compared to the cat. I love the mental image of Lewk grabbing and biting Grimm's hand and forearm in a playful manner. Once he gets tired enough, he sleeps like a little baby for the rest of the day, but the next morning it starts all over again.
Like I mentioned, Asta and Milo are still very young. They can walk around, even trot on all fours for short distances, but they mostly stay in their little blanket nest and sleep. Asta is the more curious and energetic one of the two, she's also physically much stronger, so keeping an eye on her is important since she will inevitably crawl out of the nest and try to follow someone outside. She'll playfight with Lewk occasionally, though due to their size and strength difference there are times where Lewk goes a bit too far and accidentally hurts her, which is a sign that Asta's playtime is over. But that doesn't stop her from initiating the "fights", usually by biting Lewk's tail.
Milo is weak and a bit sickly, he spends a lot more time curled up in the nest and sleeping while cuddling a stuffed toy. He is very curious of the world around him, but unlike Asta, he's comfortable just watching everyone from the safety of his warm blankets. He can't keep up with his sister, and especially with Lewk, so they have to slow down for his sake whenever he joins them in playing. But generally he much prefers to stay away from playfighting, and if Grimm or FPK are in the room, he will "meow" at them until they pick him up and cuddle him. He's very close to both of them, and they give him a lot of attention since they're always worried about his well-being. He's definitely a mama's boy type.
Grimm and FPK have their hands full, you're absolutely right, and they did so especially with Lewk since he was their first child together (and Grimm's first child ever). There was a lot they had to figure out, and Lewk's seemingly limitless amounts of energy didn't help. They both experienced plenty of moments of panic when they saw him climb the furniture and try to jump off and fly, especially FPK who's very paranoid in general (Grimm is as well but he's much better at hiding it). But they couldn't be happier about raising him, so it's not a surprise that Grimm suggested having another kid not even a full year later.
They couldn't have predicted that they'd have twins this time around, and two kids means double the responsibility. Luckily they were already far more experienced at that point, so it came to them a lot more easily. Milo definitely made them very worried, he took his time to hatch from the egg and they were scared that perhaps he didn't make it, but eventually they welcomed him to the world. Of course, with his sickly nature they still had to keep a very close eye on him, the first few weeks after hatching are a very important period so they made sure he was getting enough rest, food and care. Asta was a lot stronger, though they gave her just as much attention to make sure she was growing healthy as well.
I mentioned it before, but I have no plans of aging the kids anytime soon. I like the ages they're at currently, they add much needed variety to the family. Lewk is about a year and a half old, and he just started going to school (yeah I'm 100% going with the idea that Quirrel runs a little school for the Dirtmouth children in the town, it's cute and gives him something to do in the AU, since I decided to keep him alive haha). Asta and Milo are roughly two months old, they opened their eyes a while ago and can now say a few words, but are still very much tiny babies that need a lot of care.
At some point I do want to draw some kind of chart showing the growth rate for the kids, but generally I imagine they grow rather quickly in the first year, and then gradually slow down. And since both of their parents are immortal, they eventually stop aging at a certain point, just like Hornet and Holly did. But for now they're still babies, and I want to keep them that way.
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in-a-mountain-pool · 5 months
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The Dragon Boy (Teaser)
Aemond x Female!Dragonseed OC Vysella
Here is a little teaser of my submission for the HOTD big bang 'The Dragon Boy', with some beautiful artwork to be soon revealed by the amazing @cyeco13 !
It had felt like the end of days, a tragedy painted with vicious strokes of fire and blood. The very ground beneath your feet had shaken, the winds had howled as dragons danced above the skies of the Riverlands in violent flashes of greens and reds, and clashes of razor sharp teeth. Brothers and sisters rode into war for a cause that no longer made sense, as kin marched upon kin, and dragons raged against dragons. History was dying, old magic was fading, all because one man, one King, had made a choice born from love.  But how could love ever endure in a world such as this? How could you fight for a Queen who ordered the death of an innocent child? Or a King that paraded the head of such a gracious beast as Meleys through the streets of Flea Bottom? How could hope live on here at the end of all things, where flames paint the skies, and babes were torn from their mother's arms?  … Helaena’s arms.  Since you’d heard the news from the other Dragonseeds’ on the battlefield you wouldn’t dare speak his name out loud. Bile would rise in your throat at the mere mention of him, the One-Eyed Prince, the Kinslayer, all of these names they’d given him, to the boy with violet eyes who’d captured your heart all those years ago. He had met with his Uncle, your Mentor, above the God’s Eye only a week before. The village folk spoke of a fierce battle, with dragon fire so hot and so ferocious it was like the sky itself had been set aflame, and the Doom of Valyria had raged once more. The two beautiful beasts were said to have torn each other apart, Caraxes the Blood Wyrm sinking her teeth into Vhagar’s neck, before being disembowelled and crashing into the great lake below. He, had always been so careful, even as a child, it was no wonder he’d chained himself so securely to the saddle. Daemon had known this and used it to his advantage. It had been you who had told Daemon so, you who had taught him how to tie the chains to keep him safe. Neither man nor dragon could have survived such a fall. Even a Targaryen Prince.
Full fic to be revealed via @hotd-bigbang November 2023!
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as someone who played wyll and astarion's romances back to back it is so blatantly obvious how much favouritism astarion got from larian, he has so much more content you can actually feel the relationship evolve during the story while for wyll you get the dance scene only in act 2, after which you're immediately a couple, and then you get nothing (zero zilch nada) until you finish his personal quest, with the cherry on top being that said personal quest is one of the last you do since you have to save his dad in the iron throne + destroy the steel watch + kill gortash to get access to the wyrm rock prison (sorry if this got long i'm just salty about the shit hand wyll got dealt, i can't help but wonder if there was more to his romance/personal quest before they rewrote it)
i think there are two reasons for this honestly
i think wyll has less content because of his rewrite where they changed his whole story, hiring a new actor, needing to mocap everything again, etc, there's a good chance they didn't have time to add more in. which sucks so fucking bad and i hate it. to me this is a clear "game wasn't ready yet, why are we releasing earlier than scheduled!"
with astarion, swen has already confirmed they were big on checking social media during EA. we know for a fact they checked reddit, there's a good chance they checked twitter too, and the larian discord server. anyone with a brain knows astarion has been immensely popular since day 1. he very quickly became the poster boy for the game and was the one they made the most memes with. astarion got favoured treatment because they knew he was popular and and was selling copies of the game. this also sucks so fucking bad and i hate it
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Plight Universe: Genofusion (Hollowtale genocide) Personality: Plight is a fusion of Papyrus (Undertale) and the Hollow Knight (Hollow Knight) and is the definition of a bean 'himbo'. He is sweet, polite, kind, gentle, and believes the best in even the worst people. Nonviolent and will take a stand to defend but not to attack. Loves puzzles (and crafting them), cooking, gardening, and sewing. Jokes like puns or wordplay will go over his head as he often takes them literally. Utterly abysmal at lying but is good at hiding his own discomforts for the good of others. He can be overbearing with his good nature and want to do the right thing but always means well. He has disassociation issues and feels uncomfortable when people mention his height or body. Powers: His specialty is in defense. Able to summon pure light magical shields, chains, pillars. Plight's scythe is a magical weapon as are his wings, though he isn't very mobile on the ground or in the air. The weaverlings are an extension of himself as magical golems that he uses for reconnaissance or as 'bombs' to dissuade attackers. He can tank multiple hits, absorb small bits of energy from attackers when struck, and has self healing...but only for himself, he lacks the ability to heal others. Notes: Plight has no memories of his time before fusion. He is often referred to by others as the 'Wyrm' though he dislikes that name. It's about time this big boy got an updated reference sheet!
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skotiwolves · 23 days
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My thoughts are so scattered and I can’t grab one to focus on, but I sincerely LOVED episode 5 for so many reasons
TBB ep5 spoilers
Omega and Cross having this… warm relationship. How she’s able to run down the beach on Pabu and sit down beside cross and ask him questions about being a sniper. Laying her hand on his shoulder and giving him advice. Joking with him and having Crosshair chuckle at her ‘little brother’ comment? Absolutely wonderful in every way possible. I cannot wait to see them through the rest of this season
Hunter and Crosshair. Hunter’s extreme distrust and wariness of Cross, understandably so. Hunter shoving Crosshair, wanting answers from him, now that he finally has the chance. That glare present every time he looks at him, not knowing if Cross had something up his sleeve or not. Their argument in the snow.
And yet, their loyalty in still being brothers. Hunters line “not alone. We’ll do it together.” Crosshair (and batcher) tracking him through the ground and digging a hole out for him. Crosshair shouting Hunter’s name when he fell through the ice—a reaction that is real. Cross holding his rifle down for Hunter to grab onto and for him to help pull him to safety. That understanding nod after the wyrm was outside of the sensors. And of course their conversation at the end, them finally starting on up and up to trusting each other again
The general feel of the team. Seeing the boys all with their armor back on was emotional. It felt like old times in the best way possible. And, even with Tech’s absence, omega filled that place of knowledge and skill. It felt like he was still there. It felt like s2 of bad batch. All of them, together, on a mission. Everyone with a role and a part to play to complete it. I love the dynamic of it and I didn’t realize how much I’d truly missed it
Wrecker wrapping Cross and Hunter in one big hug?? Crosshair and batcher being inseparable best friends??? Echo’s arms open wide for omega’s running hug??? AZI being back and helping with Crosshair’s aim??? A visit to Pabu aka where they’ll ALL be at the end of the season when they’re all very much alive and well and safe and NOT dead??? Omega sleeping with Lula in the safety of the ship with hunter and wrecker standing right outside??? The little nod that cross does know about Tech and that he’s very clearly upset over it??? Dad hunter??? Rex on the outside and getting all the info he can so they can all plan to infiltrate tantiss??? The bird from Mayday’s episode??? Cross putting all the clones helmets on the box so they’re not just some trash on the floor???
Exquisite. Phenomenal. One of the best episodes out of the bad batch.
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9bitaleeeeex · 6 months
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Random fun fact from Hollow Knight that isn't directly stated but is very much implied
Just from looking at The Knight, Hornet, and The Hollow Knight (and knowing they're siblings) we can tell that HK is the oldest, Hornet is the middle child, and The Knight is the youngest So the reason hornet is so aggressive isn't becuase she wants to protect the kingdom, its just a case of the middle child blues.
But going even farther with this we can see that one day Hornet will be as big as HK but that is assuming that HK didnt get the big boy genes from his mother. But even still Hornet's mom is big too. And going even farther we can tell that The Knight's head is going to undergo some weird ass morphing and become moreso shaped like a boomerang than it is now. We also know that this boomerang head trait comes from the pale king oddly enough despite his head both and Wyrm form and current form being a fork. we know this because both Hornet and adult HK have boomerang heads. it is also safe to assume that hornet looked similar to the vessels when she was younger.
the problem is we don't know how the morphing of the boomerang head comes. HK and The Knight are the same age as eachother as seen in the abyss during the climbing section. One theory I have for the boomerang growth is that i comes from training. We know that both HK and hornet were trained in combat so that could be where it comes from. We cann 100% rule out the posibilty of this growth coming form the influence of radiance although it is shown with traitor lord that it can physically change you. we can rule this out becuase of the pure vessel fight it shows that HK was like that before having the radiance sealed in them.
this was random and probably incoherent but i really wanted to talk about it
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paragonrobits · 1 year
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Marckus after the bar fight and recovering from his injuries, noticing something in the sky: Huh. Anyone else see a bright red star up there? Inexplicably brighter than Venus? Giving off this really unpleasant vibe of horrific evil and impending doom?
Kitten: Oh yeah, I see it too. Have for years. Dunno why no one else seems to.
Door: Whatever are you two looking at?? I see nothing.
Boy: THE EYE OF THE WYRM HAUNTS MY DREAMS. IT BLINKS AND BALOR GAZES DOWN AT US.
Big D: -does the mother of all spit takes-
Kevin: Oh shit.
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tell me about your most insane awful targ oc! and some brief summary of each of visenya's children? (looks, personality, spouse, fate etc)
Okay! sooo Visenya has 15 children that survive infancy so I’ll do a list up of those first and then maybe do a second post about my most insane targs, depending on how long this one’s gonna be!!
First we have Maegor II (103-157AC) he has his moms Valyrian features, hes somewhat buff (for a Targaryen man at least) and sun tanned from spending time in dorne. He was often teased for not having a dragon as a boy (Daemon gave him an egg, but it hatched into a Wyrm and took a bite it of his cheek, when he was a baby) so he’s a bit bitter and put all of his energy into becoming a great warrior, which paid off and eventually earned him the nickname of ‘the warrior among men’ (because u know the warrior from the seven), he’s always been serious and very focused on being the perfect heir and later king. He was 7 when Otto and Vissy fought so bad that they didn’t talk for 4 years, he’s a big mommas boy so he never really got close to Otto after that. He married princess Velaris Martell in 120 when they where both 17, (Visenya made a deal with Vels aunt and possibly fucked her dad to make that happen) they only knew each other for a year beforehand, but the marriage went surprisingly well, apart from their problems to conceive a child for the first 11 years. I head canon Maegor as a big fat asexual so that may have something to do with that… well they end up king and queen anyway in 149, they are good at ruling and Maegor claims Vermithor upon his moms death, so he can’t go and defeat the Pirates and fleet of the three sisters that attack from the stones! He has 6 kids in total, his daughter Rhaenys becomes queen after him and he is remembered as the warrior king. In 157 Maegor grabbed Blackfyre and was about to storm of and mount Vermithor after hearing about Aurys death, but had a stroke and died. (Also funfact: Visenya had a vision of Maegor the cruel during labor and on the ride to dragonstone (it was her first dragon flight) so she named him that. Otto is not a fan).
Baelor I (105-130AC) is a lot easier, he takes after his father in appearance, save for the violet eyes, he wears his hair in a bit of a snappy short cut, that he probably did himself (without a mirror) and is also relatively build, he lost an eye during his pirating years, so he usually wears an eye patch. He was very close to Maegor as a kid, his disappearance in 120 was a hit for Maegor. Baelor, Jaehaeron and Aerion were always big fans of their uncle Corlys and spend a LOT of time on Driftmark learning how to sail and all that oceany stuff. In 120 he was allowed to join Corlys on his journey to the stones for the first time and promptly got lost and picked up by pirates, his family thought he was dead and he didn’t know where the f he was so he just spend some time living his life until in 128 AC his brother Aerion stumbles upon him in Braavos and takes him home. He never marries and is generally not a very good time to be around. Probably the most traumatized out of Vissys kids. He fights for Visenya at sea and drowns when his ship is destroyed in 130 AC, though it’s a bit of a rumor that he just when back to the stones to return to his common life.
Saeron I (106-154AC) is the older one of Vissys first twin boys, he’s the most gentle and soft spoken of her generally pretty feral kids, he’s pretty with long silver hair, violet eyes, a rather feminine face and slender but tall build. He’s found of music and poetry, which is why he is called ‘prince silver tongue’ in comparison to his twin who needs a sword to get what he wants while Saeron just talks his way round the house all day every day. He’s married to Lady Zahna Dayne, she’s a fierce woman with a sharp tongue and a liking for swordsmanship, she’s also in love with his twin, while Saeron would rather be married to her cousin Ser Aryon of his mothers kingsguard, sooo u Von imagine it’s not that great of a marriage, (they’ve been married since 126 AC, after 6 years of engagement, because no one thought they were actually gonna marry). They have have 3 children, (which might be Rhaenars…) and Saeron would def get on the insane list for being religious lunatic and self proclaimed prophet, but he’s not all that awful!
Rhaenar I (106-144AC) is the younger twin and one of my favorites to be honest, he’s taller than Saeron, slender but well trained, with long straight silver hair and Ottos blue eyes, he looks like Saeron because of the hair but he’s not as pretty. He’s his moms biggest supporter and would def have been on her kingsguard if the opportunity had been there. He’s known as ‘Silverlance’ or ‘Steelskiss’ and as you may have guessed he’s a great swordsman, but despite what the nickname suggests he can be quite charismatic and a smooth talker as well. He was in love with his aunt Rhaena III from a young age but she died before they could be together. After that he took a liking to his brothers betrothed and spend more time with her than Saeron during her visits to the Keep and Dragonstone. He married Baela (daemons daughter) in 132 and had 4 children with her. He was out fighting in 144 AC when the city was under attack and dismounted his dragon to follow an enemy into a tower, he was slain it what became known as the silver night, because it also saw the end of 2 kingsguard knights, by an unknown enemy, his body was dragged back to the red keep by ser Aryon Dayne (he’s gonna get a promotion for that) and bleed out in the man’s arms. It is very much unknown who killed him, since he was an undefeated knight (Baela burned down the part of the city in which he was killed later).
Jaehaeron I (108-130AC) was born on the step stones, since Visenya was currently fighting, Corlys had to help with the delivery cause there weren’t any midwives (he did not recover from that ever, even though he sure likes to rub it in with Otto) he strongly takes after his father in looks. Jaehaeron never married, since his mom was saving her children’s hands to make alliances. He was a decent swordsman and formidable archer. He enjoyed Sailing and during the dance he would sail up the rivers of the Vale and upon being killed in battle with a rebellious house of the vale, he is said to have come back to live twice and set sails for Dragonstone to support Baelors fleet, he didn’t make it in time, but managed to severely destroy the enemy ships before succumbing to his injuries alone on the shores of Dragonstone. Many belief that his Ghost still haunts the island and it’s castle. He is often used as a symbol of a revenge and remembered as the ghost of Dragonstone and the demon of the gullet.
Aurys I (110-157AC) was born a good 8 and a half months after Otto and Visenya split, and duo to his strong resemblance of prince Daemon there are some rumors about him being a bastard, he wears his hair at shoulder length and is the shorts of Vissys children, supposedly born prematurely. He was called ‘the small prince’ for most of his youth until he made a name for himself as a warrior, when killing three armed assassins from across the narrow sea that were tasked to kill the princes and her children, at only 12 years of age, after this he became known as ‘ser bloodnight’. He is a intelligent man and strategic advisor to his mother and later brother. He died in 157 in one of the first battles of the war of the Riverlands, falling from his dragon, and being impaled on a large lance. He was married to Rhaena IV (daemons daughter) they had only one daughter, Elaena I, who was said to be the spitting image of her father.
Okay so this took longer than I thought and it’s late so I’ll just update this with the other kids and the mad targs tomorrow cause I’m tired. Also if you wanna see some art of Visenyas kids I have a series of I think 6?? Posters with little introduction of them on them, I’ll see if I can tag them here, but check them out anyway!!! As always feel free to ask any more questions you might have!!
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amphiptere-art · 3 months
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To explain the simplified names. Also here's a separate thing I made that explains what dragons go under the different types.
West = standard medieval, four legs, two wings.
East = Asiatic dragons. Big serpentine flying boys with four legs.
Wyvern = wyverns. Two legs, two wings, generic scaly bird.
Drake = Drake. Scaly cat. Four legs. Land walker.
Basil = basilisk or salamander. Multi-legged (four legs +) non-flying dragons.
Wyrm = Wyrm. Terrifying giant scaly snakes.
Lind = lindworm. Two legs. Mostly snake-like.
Amph = Amphiptere. Two wings. Mostly snake-like.
This goes along with this personality type chart/quiz. I will also Include the image of the chart that allows for an easy way to do this quiz also at the end.
This is not a finite chart and should not be taken literally. Plenty of dragons can exhibit different personalities. And in my head cannon, they usually do. This is simply what is common or expected. Also, there are less dragon types than personalities. Which is why some of the dragons have a star next to them, which, basically just means that it was the second option.
Remember this is my opinion on what different dragons act like. In my first draft technically, many of the Dragons had similar personalities. I purposely shifted it so that the different dragons would each have their own personality type instead of sharing them. So this isn't even what my original head canon even says the Dragons personality types are.
If you do want to take this quiz and chart. please tag or reblog what dragon you are. I would love to know the results.
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wellthebardsdead · 10 months
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My heart is melting writing both Vivi being mentored by voryn & nerevar and shown how to love himself and little Wyrm getting a happy and healthy home with Urag 😭😭😭 just- the usually big grumpy orc giving this tiny elf boy a bath, feeding him a proper meal and tucking him into a big comfy bed after teaching him to read 10 books! And instead of going to bed he sits up carving a Pearl into a prosthetic eye for the little elf!
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