ASOIAF OC WEEK: DAY 6— WHAT IF

genderbend | alt house | different time and setting | song and fairytales

"There was something strange about that voice. Too beautiful to be real. Maybe it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite, or a …"

DAY SIX ; what if ?

⟡₊ ⊹ genderbend | alternative house | different time & setting | song & fairytale

“ oh, one night i was bored in bed and stalked you on the internet. ”

On my lips, I've kissed the reaper

Is it worth losing my soul? No

We dance inside a burning room

There's no way out, there's no way through

I've reached the end of every road

It's so much stronger than you know

Temptation

I can't escape you, escape you

Desire

You're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit

Oh

You're my downfall

Asoiaf Day 6 Differnt Time And Setting

genderbend | alt house | different time and setting | song and fairytales

It was their greatest secret, Aemora and Daemon. No one needed to know ow the Uncle and Niece were sneaking around together, no one would understand the nuisance of him not truly being related to her. Daemon tried to fight his desires for Aemora, same could be said for Aemora with him. But the fruit was too plentiful, too ripe, too unresistable to not take a bite.

something smells rotten and it's starting to spread

i'm bad, he's worse, we're already dead

we're already dead

we wake up and all the fucking lights are out

ASOIAF OC WEEK: DAY 6— WHAT IF

genderbend | alt house | different time and setting | song and fairytales

COREN TARGARYEN | THE PROPHETIC PRINCE

i wasn’t going to respond to this bc of how much it fucking pissed me off but i feel like this needs to be said.

don’t ever come into a writers’ inbox and openly admit you used ai to, let’s face it, plagiarise their work. i don’t CARE if you want it to be on my blog, you still fed it into an ai bot for your own gain. it’s fucking ridiculous that you blatantly ignored the rules on my page that state NOT to do this to my work.

also saying it’s “better than the first chapter” sorry but fuck you?? first you steal my work and put it into ai and then basically say my works shit and ur ai slop is better???

i work full time, i dont tend to write all that often, hence why longer one-shots/fics are barely posted. sometimes all i can get out is a little drabble/blurb. and then sometimes i lose motivation for fics/series’ that i’ve previously posted about. this doesn’t give you an excuse to take my work and use ai to create your own. sometimes fics just don’t get finished and you have to fucking deal with it. if i ever find the motivation again, i might post about it again, but if i don’t, then don’t use ai on my work. and especially don’t use it to create fucking fanart on my other pieces.

Alexander Tyrell, lord Varys' little shadow, looked Tyrell trought and trought, if not for the cold lily-blue eyes and the shock of white behind his ear that told on his mother's blood.

Alexander the youngest seems terrified of everything. From horses to men and women, the boy has the temperament of a hare. Other than his temperament, I find myself interested in certain physical characteristics of the boy: where the pillar and stones should be one can only find a tar, and a shallow maidenhood just under it. Alexander Tyrell is, in no uncertain terms, a hermaphrodite, and I'm of the belief that this is a Targaryen characterist, tought I am careful to not mention this to neither father not mother of the boy. - Private notes of Gormon Tyrell

"I keep dreaming of her. I keep dreaming of riding the Black Dread. Aerea the Foolish consumes my dreams like Old Valyria once consumed hers."

DAY 2 ★ PARARELLS Foils | Mythologies | Behind the scenes of creation | Alias

The living and the dead AT. Children of their overbearing mothers. There's sister's twins. Dreamers of Valyria.

Alex, seven years old: I some times look at girls and I think I want to be them??? Anyways, last night I dreamt of getting eaten from the inside out by wyrms.

Gormon:

Alexander Tyrell, lord Varys' little shadow, looked Tyrell trought and trought, if not for the cold lily-blue eyes and the shock of white behind his ear that told on his mother's blood.

Alexander the youngest seems terrified of everything. From horses to men and women, the boy has the temperament of a hare. Other than his temperament, I find myself interested in certain physical characteristics of the boy: where the pillar and stones should be one can only find a tar, and a shallow maidenhood just under it. Alexander Tyrell is, in no uncertain terms, a hermaphrodite, and I'm of the belief that this is a Targaryen characterist, tought I am careful to not mention this to neither father not mother of the boy. - Private notes of Gormon Tyrell

"I keep dreaming of her. I keep dreaming of riding the Black Dread. Aerea the Foolish consumes my dreams like Old Valyria once consumed hers."

DAY 2 ★ PARARELLS Foils | Mythologies | Behind the scenes of creation | Alias

The living and the dead AT. Children of their overbearing mothers. There's sister's twins. Dreamers of Valyria.

⋆˚⊹₊. DAY FIVE: POLITICS | TACTICS: robb and cerenna— remember your duty.

⋆˚⊹₊. "you were right. the karstarks are gone. tywin lannister knows what he needs to do to make us unravel. nothing. only wait."

"don't let him," cerenna replied, silk slippers quiet on the stone floor as she neared robb's side. "come to bed, my love. you have not slept since the execution."

the king ignored her, simply continuing on. "what can I do, attack kings landing?" robb scoffed, staring at the pieces on the war table. " there's nothing he'd like better. he'd crush us in a day."

"not if we had the right allies," his wife said silkily, edging closer. "your aunt lysa will aid us now, and doran martell would lend us men if you declared intent—"

"no," robb snapped, blue eyes dark as the sea during a storm. "I told you, I won't sit the iron throne. I want to go home. I belong at winterfell, not down here."

"and when you cut my brother's head off, what comes after?" cerenna countered, her voice even and soft. "you are not as callous as you pretend to be, robb. you'd be leaving six kingdoms in anarchy just for honor's sake; five, if you mean to keep this one. who will rule them if you do not? my uncle stannis? he is a charmless zealot who antagonizes the great houses and upsets the people. everything you have fought for, all those people you have jeopardized... you will have forsaken them. you must remember your duty. you are not just a son, you are a king. kings protect their people, all of them. who else is better suited to protect them than you?"

robb paused, sighing deeply. his shoulders stiffened as he stood there in silence, but quickly loosened when a gentle hand slipped up his arm.

"you are as persistent as you are lovely," robb conceded, taking her hand into his and lifting it to his lips. "let us rest now, wife. I have not slept, as you say."

DAY FIVE — ACTION.

POLITICS / ADVENTURE / TACTICS / SPECIAL TALENTS

QUEEN REGENT.

The new king seemed to have trusted his wife well enough, leaving her to become regent in his stead, much to the surprise of his younger brother (and hand), Viserys.

“Our mother governed this realm successfully for twelve years as Queen,” He had told his brother, “My wife shall know to do the same in my absence.”

He’d been luckily proven right. As a Hightower rebellion broke out, Trying to supplant his remaining uncle, Daeron, as their king, he would have to prove his might in the battlefield. He knew the realm would fare well under her regency, a woman who had grown under the tutelage of her father and cousin Jeyne, governing the Vale even through various rebellions. She’d even helped to quell the rebellion which ensued when her brother became Lord Paramount of the Vale, despite having just lost her own son in the womb.