So, Do We Think That Having A Child Gouge Out Their Own Eyes Would Be Too Far? I Read That And Thought

So, do we think that having a child gouge out their own eyes would be too far? I read that and thought wow this really is how far tumblr is going these days. Please tag the trigger #tw eye removal going forward. Thank you, wish you peace and stability going forward.

That is hardly the worst thing someone has written in this series. I tagged it as gore and self mutilation. Do you also yell at George RR Martin for writing things that are 'too far' too?

@lvscinvs gets the chaos starter discussed in the group chat

I want you to put out your own eye. The words rung in Luke's ears. He was still hung up on that? A fight that was started by Aemond's words, a fight where hands had went around his throat. He had not intended to take Aemond's eye when he had struck back, but there was no changing the past. The older prince did not look like he would relent, that the only way that Luke would be returning safely was if he took the bait. And take the bait he would. He doubted that Aemond had expected Luke to draw the dagger from his belt.

Lord Baratheon's shouting meant that the lord expected him to use the blade on the other dragon rider. Prince Lucerys Velaryon steeled his resolve, his off hand clenching in anticipation. A true Targaryen is not afraid of a little pain, he told himself. His jaw clenched as the hand holding the dagger raised, and he felt the cold sharpness. There was surprisingly little pain as the dagger made the cut, nothing more than a long prick of a feeling. Blood came to the surface and the dull throb started to intensify, and he took long, hard breaths.

There was no turning back now, the vision already black in his left eye, and he could only see half of the great hall. There were shouts, and he could hear at least one of the Four Storms scream. This did not deter him. He felt light headed as he felt the resistance stop, warm blood running down his cheek. He placed the still bloody dagger between his teeth and reached up. It was a strange feeling, holding one's own severed eye in their hand. Spite was an odd feeling, and something that made one do things that could be seen an insane.

"Here, Uncle." He growled around his dagger. Adrenaline was the only reason that he was able to throw his eye at Aemond. "The eye you wanted."

"When the Prince of Dragonstone took his dragon back into the cold autumn sky, he did so with the knowledge that he had won three powerful lords and all their bannerman for his mother..."

"...Prince Jacaerys had proved himself a man, and a worthy heir to the Iron Throne."

Independent Jacaerys Velaryon from Fire & Blood, book and headcanon based with slight show influences. Written by Nadia.

Promo Credit: CaliRPH

gonna try yo write, but i have a cold so dunno if i am just gonna lurk

@westerosiqueens gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at his queen, shifting on his feet as he stood near her. He had been at her side since she had come to Meereen, having ended up in the fighting pits shortly after he had left Westeros. The warrior had become a sworn shield, though did not take a vow of the Queensguard. They had been talking about ages, comparing and speculating on those around them. "I turn 19 today, your Grace," he states when asked his own age.

Jace had went to Vermax, to get away from the chaos that was happening... A suggestion that he had made was the cause of so much death and carnage. The sound of singing had drawn his attention and he and the young dragon had made their way through the caves towards it. As he neared the lair that he knew was Silverwing's he told Vermax to stay, no dragon was amicable to a younger dragon entering it's lair. The Prince watched as the scene unfolded, surprise and relief filling his chest when the dragon nudged the girl. His suggestion to find riders had bore fruit after all. "It's good. See if she will respond to your words... Do you know to speak commands in High Valyrian?."

Lucy Gray had run away in the madness of the death of the first dragonseed. No one had seen her run away deeper into the catacombs stumbling upon the dragon Silverwing. They only found her when started singing to the beast an old lullaby her mother used to sing her. When she stops the dragon nudges her chest. She looks over shaking like a leaf. Violet eyes flicker from royal to dragon and back again. "Is that- is it good? Should I sing some more or is she gonna eat me?"

open || dragon seed lucy gray baird