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welcome to my blog;

about me; first time blogger. late teen. 5w4. perfectionist procrastinator. she/her. I write for whomever I like - including Clark Kent, akot7k characters, Patrick Bateman, the boys and gen v characters. i would love to make friends but i struggle with tones, so apologies if I come off as too blunt. Requests are open!

rules and warnings; be respectful and considerate. sometimes I write dark materials, do not read if it disturbs you. and don’t copy my work but you can make fanfics of my universes/readers/oc’s - just tag me or give me a heads up beforehand. I do not tolerate racism, misogyny, or zionism.

WIP; coming soon!

master-list; Coming soon!

↳ synopsis; you were there as a session musician for Dragonpit - for a track the drummer couldn’t exactly keep up with. then it became three more, with a last-minute one written between the last two sessions by Valarr. The contract extended for another 3 weeks until you happened to be on the whole second half of the album. What do you do when they request another extension to cover for the tour?

↳ chapters;

↳ I’ll write for both of them and I’ll write them separately, too - one shots, series, drabbles, headcanons, and general thoughts. ───────────────────────────────────

Extensions - Valarr x reader x Aerion.

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The voices of AKOTSK;

Aerion “Brightflame” Targaryen; although he’s impatient, he takes his time when speaking—especially when he’s bullying and (maybe) bantering with someone. It feels drawn out, like a slow death, with the intensity of someone who wants to catch the exact moment the light leaves your eyes. He’s highly formal, and he understands that formality is a symbol of status, so he weaponizes it. He uses irony and the discomfort of polite language when everyone knows he’s anything but polite. I get this in the way he tells Ser Duncan, “I fear not,” when Duncan only had six fighters. It’s mockery—coming from someone who fully expects to win. So his voice is formal mockery: irony, snobbery, and superiority. His delivery isn’t always slow so much as deliberate and performative—he chooses when to stretch a moment for effect. Even when he’s upset, he maintains that formality. When he’s truly angry, though, he drops parts of it and becomes more blunt and even erratic, letting the cruelty come through more directly.

Ser Duncan; he isn’t as educated, so he’s more blunt—not harsh, but he doesn’t need vocabulary to navigate the delicate social dance of politics or high society. His life couldn’t have been any less delicate. His bluntness comes from honesty—he says what he means and means what he says. That can make him awkward, but never malicious. He uses a lot of contractions like “don’t” and “s’not,” leaning into informal speech (not exaggerated like “y’know,” but more grounded, like “yer know”). His speech feels thickened and gruff. He’s also very insecure, so stammering and hesitation are common—especially when he’s trying to sound more proper around nobles and second-guessing himself as he speaks.

Daeron the drunken; he doesn’t care much for formality. He doesn’t weaponize it like Aerion does, but it’s still ingrained in his vocabulary. He’s witty, though in a dry, almost effortless way—as if it slips out rather than being performed, because he doesn’t put much energy into it. He’s too busy drinking. When drunk, his cadence and wording become more slurred, but it also lowers his filter, letting more uncomfortable or honest thoughts surface. He can be self-deprecating, sarcastic, and bittersweet, especially when speaking about his dreams or his family, with an underlying sense of resignation. He’s often grumpy when hungover—which may as well be all the time—but he’s usually drinking anyway.

Maekar “The Anvil” Targaryen; he doesn’t need a hangover to be grumpy—he lives in a constant state of disappointment, paired with overprotective instincts toward his children. He’s a serious man who takes his duty and the boundaries between royalty and the smallfolk seriously. He’s genuinely competent and well-suited for princely responsibilities. He isn’t classist and cruel like Aerion, but that same rigid sense of order can make him come across as arrogant. While he can slip into informality or harshness, especially when frustrated, his speech is usually more controlled and structured than that suggests—his temper shows more in tone than in careless wording. Being the spare may have led to some acting out or rebellion in his youth—something he never fully shook, even as he grew into an honorable man. He can also be quite snarky, though it’s often dry and edged rather than loose or playful. He’s no-nonsensical.

Baelor “The hammer” Targaryen; he is firm—not cold, but firm. There’s a calmness to his wisdom. He speaks with the level of formality expected of an heir, but never weaponizes it. He treats his knowledge and education as a responsibility, something to be used for justice and applied fairly. Because of his experience in combat and war, he’s strategic and careful with his wording, especially when assessing people or situations (like in his first meeting with Duncan). He doesn’t rely on brute force or jump to conclusions—he prioritizes gathering information and giving others the benefit of the doubt. When he speaks, there’s a sense that he has already considered the matter fully, which gives his words a quiet authority; he can be intimidating, but through clarity and certainty rather than aggression. (Reading this back literally made my heart race…I think I made myself fall in love him).

But so real that he just lets you guide him whenever. In my mind he is very good with lond distances (like going town to town) but inside of the towns he gets mega lost so he just let's you guide him like a puppy. Definitely will be clinging to your hand if you let him

Yeees, he is good with long distance because it’s an open road and allows for board movement, whilst the inside of the towns there’s soo many people and they’re like ants to his giant ass (endearing ofc)

he’s very clumsy when it comes to finer movements of his body due to his rapid growth spurt but reader is average size for a woman, which is smaller than him, and with that comes a skill and familiarity of navigation in crowds. He has the force to move through the crowds but it’s her that knows where to move through. so, he lets her guide that force (him)

Like we know the man has 0 sense of direction so he needs u to tug on his belt when he's going the wrong direction

mhm mhm. remember the scene of him and the two sex workers, or the scene where Baelor recognises ser arlan of pennytree? Duncan needs someone whose focus sharpens under pressure, not flatters like his.

when they both argue or get into a fuss (it’s just her ragebait mostly), he’s so red in the face and sets his way into the wrong direction so she has to yank him back by his rope.

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