some of us make these accounts to deal with our own traumas, you can't always know why people write what they write, maybe that's how they cope with what happened to them. please be kinder. we put "dddne" on our profiles for a reason.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 for shipping purposes.
𝑨͟𝑳͟𝑳͟ characters are welcome (🕊️).
𓂀 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 this tweet will result in a random starter, may be selective.
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he drew his face nearer to hers, their breath mingling with the other’s in a delicate proximity.
and then he captured her velvety lips between his own, hunger written all over the act with an aching sweetness, savoring the soft pressure of her mouth against his.
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i would really love to explore this theme— aemond's resentment to his mother, with an alicent who's also willing.
and i would really love to have a main rhaenyra too, as i want him to fix his relationship with his dear half sister.
/ not this making numbers and getting priv quotes 😭
i haven't written any smut on this account, neither on tl or in dms, but my portrayal is a (hypothetically) castrated man because of how he glorifies / despises alicent, and seeks her in all women. like hamlet and his mother.
some of us make these accounts to deal with our own traumas, you can't always know why people write what they write, maybe that's how they cope with what happened to them. please be kinder. we put "dddne" on our profiles for a reason.
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his hands rose, cradling her face roughly in spite of the affection he had reserved for her. he only knew of violence when it came to love.
his lips pressed into hers with a fervency that spoke of raw need, moving with a rhythm of sweet cruelty.
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hey guys, just wanted to clear something up about my aemond! this is hotd, and well, i do ship him with his relatives (as long as they're adults) and that includes almost most of them, but that does NOT mean i would ever approach a character in that —
what a horrible thing it is to look into your mother's eyes and see her love for you vanish. i'm sorry you had to raise a kid that you didn't want. i love you.
making sure they want to write about aemond's oedipal issues with me.
that being said, if you are feeling uncomfortable with the idea of that, you can always feel free to softblock. i am a very chill writer, and i would not like to discomfort anyone. thank you.
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i call for her until my throat is scratched and dry , my voice is reduced to a pathetic rasp , and all i taste is the blood she regrets giving me .
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his one and most 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 sibling.
he noticed the small critter crawling along his hand, its tiny legs a barely perceptible tickle against his skin.
helaena’s fascination with such creatures was something he had grown to appreciate, even if others did not. —
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hand brought a faint smile to his lips, a small joy in an otherwise tumultuous world.
he marveled at how alive helaena became when discussing her passions. this was a side of her that few ever saw, a light that only he and his mother seemed to truly appreciate. —
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ㅤㅤi failed you . i failed you . i failed you . i failed you . i failed you . i failed you . i failed you .
ㅤㅤi failed you once more . i’m sorry , mom . you must be upset . i’m sorry .
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he turned his back to aegon, allowing his brother to begin braiding his lengthy silver hair.
the sensation was strange, almost 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆, and it unsettled him.
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each stroke and swirl, the warm flesh sweeping over hers, exploring every bit of rhaenys' mouth.
as the sound of their breathing grew heavier, punctuating the quiet around them, he managed use his claw to gently push her face away—it was the only way he could stop.
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sense without discussing it with the writer first, especially if it's an alicent, i knew it can be a delicate issue! my aemond having mommy issues does not mean that he is hitting on every alicent he interacts with, as i said, i would not disturb any alicent like that without —
my mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on the bed as my flesh flapped on either side. she was sewing her initials into each one of them, then tossing them back to me.
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he hummed in response, a soft and thoughtful sound escaping past between his lips as he led his sister through the isolated hallways.
“would i ever hurt my own sister?” his tone was gentle in a way that was reserved for rhaenys.
“however, i might play some funny games.”
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distance that lingered, the electricity of their kindred spirits crackling in the narrow gap, aemond stood firm and resolute. ( did helaena even know how much she mattered to him? )
“you need not face the shadows alone. not while i can still stand by your side.”
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hones the blade of his sword— each stroke of the whetstone deliberate, a silent dance with the steel.
a quite morrow, it has been. he 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 misses his siblings. e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶r̶h̶a̶e̶n̶y̶r̶a̶.
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he looks down at his fingers to feign a sudden interest in his nails.
“let me just say that i know you think you are the perfect wife material. especially for your uncles, that is.”
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❛ Your chambers are the last ones I would want to visit, and wait what? ❜
The woman's face showed shock and concern. Her heart started beating faster.
❛ What did you see? Tell me. Now! ❜
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pledges alliance to team black, because what the hell— who even cares at this point?
though, he only admires rhaenyra and rhaenys. let that be known.
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he flinches, not from disdain, but from the raw, unaccustomed sensation of warmth permeating his guarded existence; his own touch was hesitant, as if he feared the very connection he craved might unravel him.
“do you love 𝒉𝒆𝒓? more than me?”
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“ what have you been trying to allude to? it’s not lost on me that there have been tensions between us but … i don’t appreciate it. we need to stick together. ”
leaning in, fingers clasp around his palms squeezing them.
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aemond’s heart swelled with a tumult of emotions that threatened to overcome the stoic veneer he so carefully maintained.
the touch of her hand against his cheek, the gentle tracing of her thumb, anchored him to the moment, to the profound truth spoken in her whisper.
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was trying, even if it was in vain. she was his 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, after all, his 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, the one person who never dared judge whom he was.
“in your presence, i find peace, and should you permit, i would bear the burdens of your heart as my own, guarding it —
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thinkin abt alicent not being able to look away from rhaenyra’s scar while she says “ it’s been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence. ” how she has to catch her breath, tear her eyes away. how
how he loves you, darling. how, like always, he invents monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night.
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as aegon approached with that 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉 smirk, aemond could not help but feel a mix of irritation and resignation. his brother’s lighthearted demeanor was a stark contrast to his own 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 outlook.
“very well,” aemond muttered, his voice low and measured. —
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Giving off a 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉 smirk——, knowing the youngest of the siblings were to give in, who would reject the new K i n g 's offer now?
Unlike Aegon, his silver hair was lengthy and enough to braid.
He will / 𝗻𝗼𝘁 / regret this.
Here- he starts braiding.
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aemond's one good eye fixed upon her, gleaming with a cool, unyielding light as she stepped closer to the fire.
“indeed, your eyes do not deceive you,” he spoke, his voice carrying a cold, regal authority.
“and you are not afraid of being in my presence, i presume?”
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"I can't. Many have done just that. So did I."
She edged closer to the fire, maintaining a gap between them.
"I take it from the covered eye and the ashen hair that you are Aemond Targaryen"
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/ mm of course! i will either come up with a starter or just find a way to interact with you on tl once i'm done with the other things i have to write first! 🙂↕️🫶
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softened under the gaze of helaena's sorrow.
“it is every bit 𝒎𝒚 burden,” he whispered back, his voice a thread of silver in the dark tapestry of their lives. he 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 this was partly his fault.
his expression, a mask wrought from the trials of their lineage, —
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