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asumofwords · 10 months

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Would you be up to do a little drabble with them as kids?🥺

I crave something soft, it can be about the reader defending him from Aegon and her brothers or him helping her learn Valyrian.

Hello sweet pea! I have so many ideas for little Drabble and memories of the pair in S,F&A when they were young before shit hit the ceiling.

So please enjoy this little soft Drabble of the reader defending Aemond when they were young 🖤🖤🖤

“Aem?” You called again, blinking in the dark, trying to see where the young Prince was hidden.

Though his sniffles revealed him.

“They gave me a pig.” The voice cracked to the side of you, a small shadow curled into itself on the stone floors.

“What?” You responded, kneeling down onto the dusty floor in front of your uncle, not caring for the dirt that would mark the knees of your skirt.

“The Pink Dread. A pig with wings.” Aemond spat, and you saw him flick his head away from you, scowl shadowing his features.

“Why didn’t I get a dragon like you?” He sniffled, and you crawled closer, your knees knocking against his leather shoes.

“Aem-“ You reached out a hand to touch him and the boy slapped it away.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” He spat at you, and you recoiled, feeling anger instead of empathy take over.

“Don’t snap at me.” You snipped back, “It’s not my fault they gave you a pig.”

“They’re your brothers.”

“And Aegon is yours.”

“If father only gave me an egg like-“

“But he didn’t. And you don’t have a dragon.” You quipped, pushing your knees into his feet so that you could get closer to him, “But there are dragons out there that you could claim. Big ones. My father Laenor has told me-“

“Laenor is a deg-“

“Be nasty and I will feed you to Syndor.”

The boy quietened and looked back at you, face covered with dirt and hair wild. His violet eyes were reddened from crying.

You reached a small hand out to touch his face and he let you.

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”

The secret passage grew quiet, till all that could be heard was the occasional sniffle from Aemond, and the shifting of his shoes on the floor.

“Tell me about the other dragons.” His voice was so quiet, and you grinned, cheeks widening as you began to tell him everything Laenor had told you.

“There are many unclaimed dragons on Dragonstone. There is Vermithor, The Bronze Fury, King Jaehaerys’ dragon who still spends his days waiting to be claimed again.” You began, watching as Aemond pretended to be disinterested, but his eyes betrayed him.

“Sheep-stealer my father tells me, steals the sheep from farmers and is a brown dragon who is vicious and strong. Grey Ghost is said to be like mist, pale and so quick you can barely see him! And then there is The Cannibal…” You quietened, Aemond shifting in front of you.

“What’s The Cannibal?” Aemond asked quietly.

“He is a dragon of coal with glowing green eyes, covered head to toe in horns. He is said to be grumpy, I think you would get along.” You teased and Aemond kicked out at you with his foot softly, “And Father says that he eats other dragons and their eggs…”

“None of them would let me claim them.” He said glumly, “I’m weak.”

“You’re not weak.” You all but shouted, “Princess Laena claimed the mighty Vhagar when she was young, she didn’t have an egg put in her cradle. I didn’t have an egg put in my cradle either, and I ride one of the largest dragons in the world. That means something.” You leant forward, looking into his pale violet eyes.

Aemond swallowed thickly at how close you were to his face, watching as your eyes darted back and forth on his.

“Two riders without an egg placed in their cradle, claiming and riding the mightiest dragons known. The Gods have something waiting for you. Something big. I can feel it.”

“All I can feel is your knee on my toe.”

You slapped his shoulder and leant back, sitting on your haunches.

“You may not ride a dragon now, but you will. And it will be one of the mightiest and most fearsome of dragons. And until then, you can ride with me on Syndor.”

When Aemond had calmed down, and you had both sat together in the shadows until the day had almost past, you emerged and returned back to your seperate chambers to be bathed and sup for the evening.

You went to bed without a fuss and woke the next morning and was readied for the day by your mothers maids.

Septa Marlow, an old withered woman, had told you to go to the teaching room with Helaena for the day.

Another day that would be spent embroidering at the side of your aunt, listening to the old crone list ways on how to be a good and dutiful wife.

But after you had finished your breakfast and were dressed, you snuck out of your chambers and made your way down to the training yard, worried for Aemond after yesterdays events.

The boys were already in the yard, Ser Cole and Ser Harwin Strong already watching and correcting their movements.

Aemond pitifully hit the straw man with the dull side of the wooden blade, smacking it low on its chest whilst Ser Cole barked at him to hit higher and harder.

You made your way down the steps, looking at the training yard below you on the landing.

Aegon giggled with Jacaerys as Luc swung his sword so hard, it flew from his hands and at his feet.

Aemond turned to see the noise, and let out a soft laugh, a laugh that made you feel warm in your tummy.

Aegon stepped towards Aemond with his wooden sword at his side lazily, sinister smile winding its way on his cheeks.

You watched as Aegon leant towards him and snorted like a pig, causing your two brothers to erupt into loud laughter, small snorts of their own filling the air.

Aemond stiffened.

And your jaw clenched.

“Come, My Lords. Enough of this childishness.” Ser Cole moved to take away the eyes of your brothers and eldest uncle from Aemond.

“Oink. Oink. Oink.” Aegon loudly mocked Aemond.

Your hands curled into fists as you looked at your younger uncle hang his head, hand on his sword tightening as he moved to turn away from the boys.

“Shall we take him for a ride?” Aegon cooed.

Your legs carried you down the steps before your mind caught up, body scooping down to pick up the wooden sword Lucerys has dropped.

“Princess,” Ser Criston began, “You should be with the Septa.”

“I’ve come to train.”

Aegon laughed loudly at you, flicking his eyes between your two brothers who’s smiles had dropped from their faces completely.

“I want to practice with my uncle.” You declared again, eyes set on Aegon who continued to giggle at you.

“Practise? Do you even know how to hold a sword?” He mocked, looking at your brothers with a wide grin as they looked at each other nervously.

“Are you afraid of losing to a girl?” You snipped, body feeling hot and anxious to move.

Anxious to do something.

Ser Cole moved to stand in front of you, hand outreached to take the wooden sword from you, but Ser Harwin came to your defence.

“Let the Princess try. I am sure the Prince will not harm her. Let it be a lesson.”

Aegon smiled a sickly sweet smile as he looked you up and down, eye pausing on the lax way you held your sword, wrist limp and fingers far too tight.

Aemond stood on the side unsure of what to do, anxiety moving through him as he saw you standing in front of his brother.

Aegon would hurt you.

“Alright niece, a duel. I promise to not hurt you.”

“Promises, promises.” You grinned.

Your brothers looked at each other before looking at you, eyes wide. They knew. And your uncles didn’t.

They knew that you trained in the yard when the eyes of propriety were gone, and Ser Harwin came to assist you. To channel your anger, to help guide it. To calm the flames that rose within you quickly.

Aegon moved into a cocky, and yet still lazy fighting stance as he grinned at you, Ser Harwin and Ser Cole standing close by to make sure nothing bad happened.

Ser Cole worried about Aegon’s strength.

Ser Harwin worried about yours.

You moved forward lifting the sword to hold it properly, legs bent as you looked at your uncle who continued to smile.

“I’ll take it easy on you, little girl.” Aegon smiled, and you smiled wildly back.

He shifted forward, arm raised bringing the sword to attempt to swipe your side. You jerked back, feet sliding on the ground to avoid it.

Aegon’s grin faltered and you felt pride swell inside of you.

Let him underestimate you.

He came forward again, arm raised to swipe at your same side. You shifted away drawing your sword up, and swinging it into his shins with a crack.

Aegon cried out and his legs buckled, sword falling to the dirt ground beneath him as you swung the sword back to hit him against the side of his arm, another cry lifting into the air.

The world around you muffled as you moved to swing the sword again, this time higher.

Power was what you felt.

Pure power, and rage, and spite, and anger, and justice.

The wood of the sword moved towards his head at great speed, but before it would connect you stopped, pausing at his neck, the worn edge of the wood brushing against his flesh as he scrunched his eyes shut.

“That’s enough.” Ser Harwin commanded, coming up to your side to take the sword away from you which you gave him willingly.

“Get up.” Ser Cole barked, embarrassed at the Prince.

Lucerys and Jacaerys snickered loudly at Aegon, who was still on the dirt floor, hissing as he rubbed his arm and shins.

You smiled at Aegon and stepped back turning on your heel as you made your way swiftly to Aemond, looping your arm in his as you tugged him away.

His feet stumbled dropping his sword as he looked back at his brother and then to you, who was seemingly unfazed except for the sharp nails that dug into the flesh of his arm.

You tugged him away and up the stairs, ignoring Ser Cole who called out after you. Aemond followed your step and eventually matched your pace, no longer shocked by what he had witnessed.

“Let’s go to the Library. I want to read ‘The Fourteen Flames’.” You declared as you passed through the halls, enjoying the feeling of calm that spread through you by having Aemond at your side.

“I refuse to spend another day with the Septa drone on about being a good wife.” You teased, mirth in your voice, eyes finding the Princes on yours already as you dragged him through the Keep.

“Zaldristos.” The Prince whispered.

Your steps faltered, head tilting as you looked at your uncle, who stood just a bit taller than you.

“What did you say?”

His robes were all green and he still wore his training yard kit. His violet eyes searched your face, hair messy and cheeks rosy.

You loved his eyes.

“Zaldristos.” Aemond repeated.

Little dragon.

Hope you enjoyed!! 🖤🖤🖤

#smoke fire and ash #drabble

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aemondsbabygirl · 9 months

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Me about Aemond Targaryen: this is my babygirl. I love him and will defend him fiercely until my dying breath.

Me about Aemond in the fic Smoke Fire & Ash by @asumofwords : not this one. This one, I will kill slowly with my bare hands and follow him into the next life, to haunt and torture him some more.

#smoke fire and ash #me #asumofwords #aemond Targaryen

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kattirin · 8 months

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@asumofwords mother Tee you have created masterpiece 🙏 I can't believe SF&A is coming to an end, I've been reading it since chapter 40 I think and it has been quite a ride (my psychologist will hear about you 🥰)

I made this little video to represent my current state haha

#aemond targaryen fic #smoke fire and ash #hotd #aemond targaryen

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americanprometheuss · 9 months

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everyday i wake up and excitedly run down the stairs to check for a smoke fire and ash update like a kid on christmas, and every morning so far i’ve huffed sadly because i haven’t watched reader fucking destroy aemond and larys and aegon and all her opps.

i need to see reader let loose and kill someone with either her bare hands or her dragon. i need it biblically

#asoiaf #dance of the dragons #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #asumofwords #momma tee please feed me #smoke fire and ash

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barrenclan · 1 year

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“Issue #13: To Kill Is Right. To Kill Is Good. To Kill Is To Live.”

Content warning for an abusive husband and father in this issue.

In case it’s not 100% clear somehow, Pinepaw is NOT narrating this issue - Cormorantpaw is the narrator! Pinepaw is still going to be the POV character for almost the entire story, but every once in awhile there will be another narrator for an issue, which will always be marked with their name on the first page.

Lot of lore in this issue! I’m glad to finally be able to give a look into Cormorantpaw’s history, although this is not nearly the full story of what happened and what led him and Egret to end up in BarrenClan territory. Still, it’s nice to be able to reveal the members of his family and their appearances.

The “corpse” that Thrasher brings to the den, as well as the one that Cormorantpaw has killed in the last page, are both least weasels.

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shpepyao · 1 year

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Burnout

#character design #creature design #feral #flame #fire #fluf #fluffy #skull #smoke #ash

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how-much-for-a-whump · 10 months

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TWO WEEKS OF WHUMP day 1:

Prompt: "Ashes"

Огонь (2020)

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

#TwoWeeksOfWhump #TWOW #day 1 #ashes #Огонь #russian #russian movie #whump #male whump #fire #smoke inhalation #coughing #difficulty breathing

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asumofwords · 9 months

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Omg 😭😭😭 my friend made an edit of the last chapter of SFA and 😭😭😭 WTF MY HEART OMFG

#thank you for sending this to me #I’m heart broken #why did you do this to me #I hate and love you #smoke fire and ash #smoke fire and ash edit

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americanprometheuss · 9 months

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@asumofwords is gonna have to pay for my therapy session because the latest chapter of smoke fire and ash has left me so unwell…

IM AT WORK CLENCHING MY FISTS AND WORRIED AS HELL OVER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

#aemond targaryen #smoke fire and ash #aemond x reader #dance of the dragons #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf

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nyxelestia · 11 months

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Coping With Widespread Wildfire Smoke

Some suggestions for all the Canadian and Northern U.S. users dealing with wildfire smoke, from a Californian who deals with it pretty much every year.

1. Double-mask while outdoors.

If you’re using masks from the pandemic, wear two of them! If you’re using one cloth and one disposable, wear the disposable one on the inside. Using a scarf or bandana? Fold it at least once before wrapping it around your nose and mouth.

Some people also like to spray or dampen the outer layer. Personally, I haven’t found this particularly helpful, but this could be something to try to see if it works for you. If you do try this, though, only do so with the outer layer, and only dampen it; don’t make it soaking wet.

2. Do not bring outdoor clothes into your home.

Clothing and fibrous materials can hold onto a lot of smoke and ash, and you can end up bringing some of that inside your home without realizing it. If you have a garage or patio, change in there. If not, then just make sure to not go further than a step inside your home before you change out of your outdoor clothes. Seal them in a plastic bag or airtight container, and don’t re-open it unless you’re wearing it again to go back out, or washing them.

You can also just do this with dedicated outer layers, i.e. a light jacket and some overalls or oversized pants. If you’re carrying a non (p)leather backpack or bag, wrap it plastic when you’re out, or a scarf that goes into the outdoor clothes bag/bin at home, or just leave it in your garage or whatever and only bring the contents indoors. In that same vein...

3. Cover your hair while you are outdoors.

Your hair will also hold a lot of ash and particulates, and while it’s also a very small amount, it’s a small amount right next to your eyes, nose, and mouth (and a small amount that can get into your pillowcase). Tuck any long hair into your jacket or sweatshirt, and make sure you’re wearing a scarf, hat, or hood that covers your head while you’re out.

If your clothing does not cover your whole body while you are outdoors - understandable, weather gets warm with wildfires - then make sure to rinse off as soon as you get home. Body hair also holds into ash and smoke.

Incidentally, if your eyes have been feeling oddly itchy lately even while indoors, but you don’t see or smell any smoke or ash, wash your pillowcase. There’s a good chance your hair transferred some particulates onto your pillowcase, and even if you don’t see or smell it, it can cause irritation.

4. You can use coffee filters as an air filter in a pinch.

They’re not as good as a proper air filter, but those are in high demand and might not be accessible to everyone right now, or it might be a while before you can get yours. In the mean time, tape, glue, or staple a bunch of paper coffee filters together, 2-3 layers should do the trick (though depending on how thick the smoke and ash in your area is and what type of filter you’re using, you might need more). Put this on the back of a box fan or other caged/contained fan, or over any internal vents from central air conditioning.

If you don’t have coffee filters, then paper towels or toilet paper can also work. Nowhere near as good as coffee filters, let alone an actual air filter, but also better than than nothing.

5. Hydrate!

Even when you’re nowhere near the fire, the smoke and ash can dehydrate you fast. On top of that, a drier body or drier skin exacerbates the irritation caused by all the smoke and ash, and of course a lot of people will be running air conditioners (which also dehydrate you!) more than usual since they can’t open a window.

6. Continue to do these for at least 3 days after you stop seeing or smelling smoke.

You’ll probably be tempted to ditch the extra clothes and steps as soon as the smoke stops being noticeable, but don’t! Even if it’s not bad enough to bother you immediately, there will still be a lot of particles in the air that are small enough to get deep into your lungs, and leftover smoke and ash can cause breathing and eye irritation for days or weeks afterward. Keep protecting yourself until the PM 2.5 air quality index drops to 50 or below. If your local weather report doesn’t have a PM 2.5 index or other similar air quality measure, you can check the EPA’s Fire and Smoke map.

#canada #northeast #midwest #fires #wildfires #smoke #ash #safety

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barrenclan · 2 years

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Issue #5: “Smoke and Ash and Fire and Salt and Blood”

Uh oh! Pinepaw has overheard some spoiler-free backstory dialogue?... very exciting for me to start getting into Cormorant and Egret’s home group, even if it’s only a little taste.

The title of this issue went through a lot of iterations before I landed on this one.

Ah, I finally get to reveal the name of Cormorantpaw’s father! His name is Thrasher (it’s a species of bird). We’ll learn more abut Thrasher soon enough.

Not much more I can say about this one without commenting on future plots. I like Egrettail! She is wonderful and mysterious and sad.

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