* 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧.

🗡️ for a unplotted starter

🏰 to be spammed with 2-3 prompts (replies turned to threads)

🛡️ if you prefer to plot

👑 if interested in a ship dynamic (welcoming all types)

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝐀 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐱.

Introducing a canon-divergent and independent portrayal of Jacaerys Velaryon from george r.r. martin’s fire & blood and hbo’s house of the dragon. this portrayal is deeply rooted in personal headcanons and au influences. mature themes ahead. penned by snow. 21+ / est, minors, dni. 

— dialogue based prompts.

i wish you would see yourself the way i do.

i'm tired of waiting for the day you realize i'm in love with you.

i saw this and it made me think of you.

my days feel better when you're part of them.

i noticed everything about you.

can i kiss you?

if you keep that up, i might just fall in love with you.

i thought i'd never feel this way again … and then you came around.

would you like to stay the night?

do you want to sleep with me?

friends don't kiss me the way you did and then expect me to forget.

i just want to sit here, eat cake, and forget the world outside of us exists.

i think my hand was made to fit in yours.

don't forget me.

— action based prompts.

the sender tucks wild hairs behind the receiver's ear mid-conversation, rendering the receiver speechless momentarily.

the receiver reaches for the sender's hand after the sender placed a blanket around the receiver's sleepy form, wanting to pull the sender to join the receiver.

the sender wraps their arms around the receiver's shoulders/arms from behind, no words spoken. they simply wanted a peaceful moment with the other.

the receiver has playfully stolen an article of the sender's clothing and the sender tries to steal it back,  leaving room for playful and consensual forced proximity.

the sender runs through rain trying to catch up to the receiver after a disagreement that has kept them apart for a couple of days.

"Oh. You again."

She's familiar with the man's taunts. He always seems to single out her. Most who look to provoke go for the more vocal members of the group, but she thinks he just likes to ruffle her feathers.

She purses her lips.

"Your bounties will mean nothing soon enough." She extends her hand to give him a pamphlet, lips pursed and chin held high. She considers swapping her pile of pamphlets for a sign just to spite him. "You're so focused on your bounties, but you should be focusing on clearing your soul."

he holds the pamphlet shoved into his gloved hand and stands there in silence for just a moment, eyeing the woman. amusement is dwindling quickly – he cannot help but to find her odd. and arrogant.

a first kiss

a kiss to say goodbye

a kiss that says 'i've missed you'

a kiss first thing in the morning

a goodnight kiss

a cheek kiss

a shoulder / neck kiss

a kiss to the hand / palm / knuckles

a kiss under the stars

a kiss at sunset

a kiss before sunrise

a kiss while cuddling / spooning

a kiss by the navel / hips

a forehead kiss

a bunch of kisses down the spine

a kiss to the inner thigh

an ankle / calf kiss

people aren’t so bad, really, it’s what the world does to them.

nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.

you’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason.

those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking.

well, as they said, it's not over until the mockingjay sings.

snow lands on top.

you're mine and I'm yours. it's written in the stars.

wars are won by heads not hearts.

someday something will kill me, but it won’t be you.

i think there’s a natural goodness built into human beings.

before need, before love, came trust.

i've no use for liars. what are lies but attempts to conceal some sort of weakness?

you matter to me.

that is the thing with giving your heart. you never wait for someone to ask. you hold it out and hope they want it.

try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.

there is a point to everything or nothing at all, depending on your worldview.

you can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else.

what young brains lack in experience they sometimes make up for in idealism. nothing seems impossible to them.

courage in battle was often necessary because of someone else’s poor planning.

trust is important.

i saved you from the fire, and you saved me from the snakes. we're responsible for each other's lives now.

it's the things we love most that destroy us.

everyone handles grief differently.

did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal?

i’m planning to build a whole new beautiful life here.

what was there to aspire to once wealth, fame, and power had been eliminated?

was the goal of survival further survival and nothing more?

do you hear that, ___? it’s the sound of snow falling.

and if even the most innocent among us turn to killers in the hunger games, what does that say? that our essential nature is violent.

who needed wealth and success and power when they had love? didn't it conquer all?

you won't be alone in the arena; we'll be together.

it’s just the kind of story that catches fire.

roses are red, love; violets are blue. birds in the heavens know i love you.

in any scenario, it’s preferable to have the upper hand, to be the victor rather than the defeated.

start with that. chaos. no control, no law, no government at all.

everyone had learned to despise waste.

sometimes i think i love them because i can't trust them, and how mixed up is that?

__________✨    THIS    MORNING    HAD    BEEN    THE    SAME    ROUTINE    THEY'VE    ESTABLISHED    SINCE    THEY    MARRIED.    though    she    always    tells    him    he    doesn't    have    to,    he    has    breakfast    &&    coffee    waiting    for    her    (    the   perk   of   him   being   a   morning   person   when   she   is   decidedly    …    not     it's    one    of    the    many    things    she's    come    to    love    about    him    )       yet   it   hadn't   taken   long   for   her   to   realize   something   was    off.    he   has   barely   spoken,    barely   looked   at   her    &&    no   matter   how   close   she   gets   to   asking   what   troubles   him,    the   words   die   on   her   tongue   before   she   can.    awkward,    clumsy.    they're    friends,    but   they   walk   the   knife's   edge.    oblivion   spills   out   on   the   other   side,    uncertainty   in   the   fall.    she's    fallen    anyway    &&    it    is    not    a    friend    that    wishes    to    ease    his    heart    now,    but    the    affections    of    one    who    is    besotted.

karen’s hand clutched at his jacket,  fingers trembling but resolute.  she let him pull her up,  the motion slow,  careful,  like she was an anchor dragging him down. the world tilted,  her head a dull throb of protest,  but she ignored it.  she had to. there was no room for weakness,  not now. not in front of him.  she took a slow,  measured breath,  trying to regain her bearings,  but it felt like every step was harder than the last. 

the silence between them hung thick,  suffocating,  filled with the weight of things left unsaid.  her apartment,  once a refuge,  now felt like a graveyard of all her secrets.  the walls,  usually comforting in their quiet,  seemed to press in on her now,  as though everything she had hidden — every file,  every emotion,  every scar — was staring her in the face.  the air was heavy with something she couldn’t shake,  a tension thick with the realization that she had let herself slip too far.  she had known what she was getting into,  knew the risks,  but it never seemed real until it was.  the irony was not lost on her:  she had spent so much time chasing ghosts,  now she was haunted by them in the one place she thought would always be safe. 

within a half an hour he finds himself making tea at his own apartment, glancing around the corner wall to take a peek at her every so often. normally not one to mix her personal and professional lives, but she's in need and — well, he's on the job now, isn't he? he made sure to offer her a change of clothes (a t-shirt and sweats he believed he could part with) and cleaned up the wound he even added a plain boring band-aid to before giving her some space.

but for our love, we were willing to risk life itself.

you must go. save yourself.

only you can resurrect me.

but for my love of ___ i was willing to defy the gods.

i knew this was gonna be a lousy day.

personally, i would like to surrender. why can we not just surrender?

then let's run away. right now. while we can still make it.

give me frogs, flies, locusts, anything but this!

you are a catastrophe!  why do i put up with you?

have you no respect for the dead?

i think you found something.

i've already dated it, this map is almost four thousand years old.

my dear girl, don't be ridiculous. we are scholars, not treasure hunters.

you burned it! you burned off the part with the lost city!

i lie to everybody, what makes you so special?

i tremble with anticipation.

how do we know that's not a load of pig swallow?

i found sand. i saw death.

could you tell me how to get there? the exact location?

for all the money we're paying you, something better goddamned well be under that sand.

personally, i think he's filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. i don't like him one bit.

smashing day for the start of an adventure, eh, ___?

can you look me in the eye, and guarantee me this is not some sort of flimflam?

i have come to protect my investment, thank you very much.

i only gamble with my life, never my money.

what makes you so confident, sir?

the only thing that scares me, ___, are your manners.

still angry that i kissed ya, huh?

did i miss something? are we going into battle?

the last time i was at that place everybody i was with died.

and the fact that they say it's made out of pure gold, makes no nevermind to you, right?

by the way ... why did you kiss me?

i was about to be hanged, seemed like a good idea at the time.

why if it ain't my little buddy, ___. i outta kill you.

so what's the scam? you get 'em out in the middle of the desert then leave 'em to rot?

the devil himself lives out there.

i am going to kill you for this!

never did like camels. filthy buggers. they smell, they bite, they spit. disgusting.

what in bloody hell is this?

do you realize, we are standing inside a room that no one has entered in over four thousand years.