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But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun Something in the orange tells me we’re not done.

Hi, do you have a masterlist? Thanks 🌹

Hello! I dearly hope you meant a masterlist of my works so I don't embarrass myself, here 😅 Here goes!

Canon Works:

Series:    A Love Undying Daenerys and Jon celebrate ten years of marriage and rule by traveling to Qarth.       →The Five Heads of the Dragon Dany uses undying magic to replicate five of herself for Jon's pleasure.       →The Maiden in the Tower King Jon goes back in time to meet season one Dany.       →The Bastard Who Would Be King Queen Dany goes back in time to meet season one Jon.

Multichapter:    The King's Servant Dany escapes her brother and returns to Westeros, becoming a servant to King Jon Snow, who rules following Robb Stark's death.    Together, We Collide Raised at Winterfell as Eddard Stark's ward, Dany confesses her feelings for Jon and convinces him to stay home rather than join the Night's Watch. (On hiatus)    Dawn's Beginning to Storm's End Post S7, Pre-Long Night Gendrya POV (On hiatius)

One-shots:    Blood Runs Cold Night Queen Dany seduces Night's Watchman Jon.    Missed Signals Boatsex AU where Jon is totally oblivious to Dany's advances.    The Wrong Impression of the Right One Jon returns to King's Landing for his arranged marriage to Dany.    The Girl with the Dragon's Scales Dany's born with dragon scales on her face, must find a noble suitor to break the curse.    Stemming the Rose Afraid to father a bastard, Jon suggests an unconventional lovemaking method to his new lover (anal sex).    Can I Be Your Prisoner? Jon has an unfortunate slip of the tongue when Dany threatens to take him prisoner (femdom).    A Dream Within His Nightmare Dany and Jon share a prophetic green dream which leads to an intimate moment together in his bed.    Live for the Touch On the boat back from Eastwatch, Dany knocks on Jon's door once he’s feeling better, or, reverse boatsex.    I'll Show You Mine  Dany intends to make good on an old deal when Jon returns to King's Landing after fostering at Winterfell.    The Storm that Stalked the Shadow Dany inadvertently catches Jon unaware while bathing at Dragonstone and doesn't look away... (voyeurism).    At His Anguish, the Pale Moon Cracked in Two Jon finally opens up to Dany about his scars.    Drunk on Dark Sublime Married roleplaying with orgasm denial focus (maledom).    Take Me to Your Dark Places Married roleplaying with vaginal chastity focus (maledom).    Hard On Her Heels Tyrion suggests Jon should kiss Dany's feet for saving him beyond the Wall. He takes the advice literally (foot fetish).    Stronger Than Iron Dany finally wins the iron throne. Disillusioned, she finds she'd much rather desecrate the monstrosity with Jon's help (throne sex).    Red Doors and Lemonsweet Stepping away from rule, Dany and Jon set out to find the house with the red door.    When You Think I Don't Notice Drabble: In which Jon and Dany actually share a kiss on their 'cave date'.    I Know You Drabble: In which Jon finds he recognizes Daenerys when they meet.

Modern AU Works:

Multichapter:    Dating in the Dark Jon has what should be an anonymous date in the dark, only to discover it's his aunt. Embracing both their spark and the taboo, they indulge in a secret relationship.    →A Shot in the Dark Rhaegar x Lyanna spinoff in which Jon's parents also indulge in a clandestine relationship.

One-shots:    A Lift Home Down and out on a cold night, Dany hitches a ride home.    Secret Admirer After receiving an anonymous love letter in his locker, emo kid Jon is determined to discover who wrote it.    Your Secret is Mine to Keep So caught up in trying to impress his hot new boss, Jon makes a grave misstep she soon discovers and uses to blackmail him (femdom).    Enter You Struggling musical writer Jon tries to solve his writer's block by attending a burlesque show and taking a dancer home for what he hopes will be a one-night stand.    The Tale of the Crimson Elixir On Halloween, Dany takes a strange potion that sends her back in time. The strange boy who lived in her dorm room five years ago helps her return.

Rusly Tjohnardi “Garden of Eden”

Maria Callas as Medea MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end.

THE WHEEL OF TIME | Lanfear's outfits in season 2

NATASHA O'KEEFFE as LANFEAR | The Wheel of Time - 2.05 “Damane”

Lanfear | Wheel of Time Season 2

'There are many paths to walk through the night.'

“A sleeping mother snow leopard curled up in a doughnut shape, front paws resting against her back, while her tiny, eyes-and-ears-closed kitten nuzzles into the fur of her belly and wraps their arm around her”

“Were you in love, Lyanna?” you tearfully ask over a baby’s cries, holding my cold hand. “Were you in love, sister? Tell me the rivers ran red for love. Give me that much.”

I did not love Rhaegar.

I did not love him when his long fingers plucked out the notes of a sad song, his silver voice singing a bride’s tears on her wedding day. I wept, because the girl in the song — she was me. 

I did not love him when he leaned over from the saddle with a wreath of winter roses. They were my favorite flower; at least, they used to be, before his metal gauntlet caught in my tangled curls as he queened me. He pulled out a lock of my hair when he drew away impatiently. I should have seen he wanted a piece of me, even then. In the silence, with every face turned toward me, I was the only one who could hear the princess screaming, hoarse screams. I dropped my eyes. I did not know when I would be able to raise them again.

I did not love Rhaegar, not even as he held out his hand in the hour of the wolf. “Come with me. I can take you away.” I hesitantly agreed. I was no stranger to horses, and the prince and his Kingsquard knights had plenty to spare, but he insisted I climb up in front him — another warning I missed. I could barely breathe, he held me so tightly, but the wind was in my hair and at last I was outracing everyone.

I did not love him when the fingers that knew my song suddenly sought notes to play on my bare skin, with no care for harmony. Just because I looked a woman did not mean I knew what women know. I was not yet sixteen.

I screamed at him when word came of our brother and father. Burned. Strangled. I understood how Princess Elia must have felt, screaming for so long with no one listening. I screamed as he kissed my swelling belly and rode away without a word, like I was nothing more than eggshell. Made to be broken and discarded, no matter how beautiful. 

I whispered to the baby moving in my belly, quietly, so Rhaegar’s knights wouldn’t hear. I told him to be headstrong like Brandon, to be true like Benjen, to be noble like you. He learned nothing of his father, not from me.

I screamed in my bed of blood. I hated him by the time I heard your sword singing to me, singing sweeter than Rhaegar ever sang. I screamed at the pain, screamed in triumph. I was alive and he dead.

I screamed too soon.

“Promise me. Promise me he will know nothing of his father. Keep him safe. Promise me, Ned.”

“Were you in love, Lyanna?” you tearfully ask over a baby’s cries, holding my cold hand. “Were you in love, sister? Tell me the rivers ran red for love. Give me that much.”

I was, dearest Ned. I was. 

I was in love with having a choice. Rhaegar opened my cage, and said I could run free, if only I chose to. He said a direwolf was no pet, and I agreed.

It wasn’t my fault I was deceived. I was not yet sixteen.

ASOIAF + Post-Series Monarchs

Stark Ladies by Justin Sweet

The Winter Rose and Bael the Bard in the 2024 ASOIAF Calendar

"North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark's own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he'd made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. 'All I ask is a flower,' Bael answered, 'the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o' Winterfell.'" "Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o' the winter roses be plucked for the singer's payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished . . . and so had Lord Brandon's maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain." -- Jon VI, ACOK

Arya Stark in The World of Ice and Fire

This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. Arya held the candle over her head. With each step she took, the shadows moved against the walls, as if they were turning to watch her pass. "Dragons," she whispered. She slid Needle out from under her cloak. The slender blade seemed very small and the dragons very big, yet somehow Arya felt better with steel in her hand. -- Arya Stark IV, AGOT

Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen in the 2024 ASOIAF Calendar

Lyanna had only been sixteen, a child-woman of surpassing loveliness. Ned had loved her with all his heart. Robert had loved her even more. She was to have been his bride. -- Eddard I, AGOT Not ten leagues from Harrenhal, Rhaegar fell upon Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, and carried her off, lighting a fire that would consume his house and kin and all those he loved—and half the realm besides. -- The World of Ice and Fire

Xu Yunuo (徐玉諾), As the Sun Slides Down behind the Mountain, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zittner

EMILIA CLARKE as G’IAH SECRET INVASION (2023) | 1.01 Resurrection

after reading every completed tomgreg fic (not really. but the ones i skipped were kinda gross so i think i should be forgiven) i feel like im allowed to give my review of the tag overall. so. under the cut we go

- most tg writers deserve to be killed on the spot for the way they write shiv. seriously

- greg would NOT call tom nero like srsly. unless we are talking abt that one fic where they roleplay which is pretty funny

- insane how many of them can be read like tom's self insert fanfiction. theres also a singular actual rpf work out there. and two works of tg writing rpf of each other

- also most gregs are ooc...but well i dont blame them. hes weird. i dont understand him either

- if you had to take a shot everytime theres some dumb conversation about whether theyre good people or not you'd end up shitfaced. srsly

- too many richard siken fics...not that i complain but i was a bit surprised

- too many taylor swift fics. i do complain about these. die

- there are around six gregnant fics (shakes my head in disappointment)

- there are TWO tompreg fics (thumbs up. but also theyre a/b/o so you only get like half a thumbs up)

- surprisingly? there's not as much a/b/o as i expected. i dont think they even make double digits

so my conclusion: honestly. not worth it. the source material is as insane as it gets. unless you want to read porn for whatever reason? like half the tag is porn. but yeah. dont do this

SHAKING, CRYING, THROWING UP 😭

#rlweek2020. DAY 3: films/books au. ROMEO AND JULIET by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.

I crave you like nothing else matter, your presence is the sustenance that quenches the thirst of my soul, you are the fire to my ice, the yin to my yang.

~Literatureylair

AU based on this fic by @arielchelby :

In the year 306 AC, Alysanne Targaryen was born in the Lands of Always Winter, a few seconds older than her twin brother, Daeron, after the destruction of the Iron Throne. The eldest of eight children of the couple Jaehaerys and Daenerys, her parents received the island of Dragonstone and its vassals after an agreement between the southern and northern crowns, with the loyalties of the houses: Bar Emmon, Celtigar, Rambton, Sunglass and Velaryon, in exchange for the protection of the last dragons.

Very protected and spoiled, she was a quiet child, who was dragged in the pieces made by her brother. Growing up, she fell in love with luxury, hoarding jewels, silk, and rugs, devoting herself to what her septa taught her. The maiden considers herself more suitable for academic and recreational areas such as mathematics, embroidery, alchemy, dance and languages, despite having a high knowledge of weapons and strategies, believing that some women are destined for the art of poison.

Her dragon egg hatched while still in her cradle, and a beautiful beast emerged, Alyssane named it: 'darkest night' for the deep blue hue and white details. Reserved, everyone knew she was a feisty beauty, who prefers her younger brothers and dragon over anyone. Her solitude and insistent beauty, if followed by the vessel from which she was adapted to sorcery, rumors grew worse when she married her twin brother without her parents' knowledge in the year 321 AC.

alys rivers, witch queen of harrenhal

“Who was this woman? A serving wench who dabbled in potions and spells, says Munkun. A woods witch, claims Septon Eustace. A malign enchantress who bathed in the blood of virgins to preserve her youth, Mushroom would have us believe.“

“Was she in truth a witch who lay with demons, bringing forth dead children as payment for the knowledge they gave her? Was she a simpleminded slattern, as Eustace believes? A wanton who used her poisons and potions to bind men to her, body and soul?”

“Mushroom suggests that the two men had become rivals for the affections of the wet nurse Alys Rivers, who had used love potions and philtres to inflame their passions. Septon Eustace echoes the dwarf in part, but says it was Aemond alone who had become besotted with the Rivers woman, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of leaving her.”

“The castle stood empty no more than three days before Lady Sabitha Frey swooped down to seize it. Inside she found only Alys Rivers, the wet nurse and purported witch who had warmed Prince Aemond’s bed during his days at Harrenhal, and now claimed to be carrying his child. “I have the dragon’s bastard in me,” the woman said, as she stood naked in the godswood with one hand upon her swollen belly. “I can feel his fires licking at my womb.”

“Arriving before the walls of Harrenhal, however, he found the gates closed and hundreds of armed men on the battlements. There were at least six hundred souls within the castle, a third of them men of fighting age. When Ser Regis demanded to speak to their lord, a woman emerged to treat with him, with a child beside her. The “witch queen” of Harrenhal proved to be none other than Alys Rivers, the baseborn wet nurse who had been the prisoner and then the paramour of Prince Aemond Targaryen, and now claimed to be his widow.”

“Don’t come again unless you mean to bend your knees, she says. Any man who comes near her walls will die. There’s power in them stones, and the widow’s woken it.”

Fire & Blood, George R. R. Martin

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