Satin Is Pretty And I Am Def Making Him A HOTD Verse Because Of @worthyheir And @lvscinvs

Satin is pretty and I am def making him a HOTD verse because of @worthyheir and @lvscinvs

realized that today is the day that I HC was Jon S.now's bday... and the ten year anniversary of making my old jon blog and joining this fandom

@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."

@winterreigned gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at the sound of foot steps, it was strange, being back in Winterfell, knowing that once again he was a year older. He smiled softly when he saw that the one approaching him was his sister. "Good morning, Sansa." He wondered if she remembered that it was his birthday, or if the day did not matter.

@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.

@westerosiqueens liked for a starter from Daeron and gets him for Gwayne

He ran happily through the halls of the High Tower, making his way to the training yard. His nuncle, Gwayne, had promised to train with him this morning, to teach him a few fancy tricks that would impress people in a tourney. To teach him tricks that were fun in a fight. The young Targaryen Prince weaved in and out, avoiding running into anyone who was walking along his route. Daeron ran into the yard, vaulting himself over the low wall of the training ring. "Good morning, Uncle. Ready?" Excitement was palpable in the air and in his voice.