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The Palace Becomes a Circus by gorbo_longstocking
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
02 Jun 2026
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Before all else, Marlon Flowers was a performer. From contortion, to music, to sword-swallowing, to clownery, he was taught it all. Using these skills he, and his family, made lives for themselves outside of the oppressive reach of Westerosi society, creating the smallest nebula of existence where they could simply be themselves. That was all Marley had ever known.
Until it was all taken away, dragged back to King’s Landing under the arm of Aerion Targaryen, who can’t get the thought of hurting Marley — making him his — out of his head.
Who knew a tourney at Ashford Meadow would make everything come crashing down?
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Shear the Lion, Fear the Lamb by gorbo_longstocking
Fandoms: Star Wars: Maul - Shadow Lord (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types
29 May 2026
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Heavenly Mother blessed you with both her Light and her Shadow, that was what you were taught from childhood by the priests who raised you. No one on that small, forgotten moon knew the Goddess as you did. You were Her most beloved one. That was why, on your eighteenth birthday, you had to die.
Only you didn’t. You fled. For seven years, you lived with the fragile shards of your sanity. At first, there was another, but even he was led astray and you found yourself alone again. Forgotten by all, except for your Goddess. Even now, at your lowest, with your body frail and feverish, starvation nipping at your heels, She was with you. Lovingly held in her embrace.
That was until you met the Devil.
In short, Maul’s new apprentice may be more trouble than they’re worth.
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The Things Inside by gorbo_longstocking
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
28 May 2026
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Slippery, oozing, and oh, so warm. Stinking of meat, — and bile, and blood — you loved that smell more than anything else. Tubes of intestines, yours to unravel, a limp heart and flapping sacks for lungs, they all came loose at your behest, poked and prodded at your leisure. These were the things inside of a human body
You had always loved the things inside, even if you kept this adoration close to your breast— or as close as your open demeanor would allow. So long as you stayed out of prison, your ever growing body count unnoticed, you would be… not happy, but content. Content to pry open the victims of your retribution, punished in the name of the laws you had created for yourself. It wasn’t enough to truly satiate, only to quell.
Until you woke up somewhere new.
Medieval Europe, or maybe a new land entirely, with its own rules that you could bend at your own discretion. It was easy to go hidden under the noses of kings and knights. So what if the cottage you had holed up in had the beginnings of a garden fertilized by the rot corpses created? No one would be able to prove it was you unless they went digging.
It wasn’t like they would come back up from that particular hole.
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Posting this mostly for archival purposes considering how easy it is for things to be lost on Tumblr. This is where I’m keeping my headcanons and drabbles that I’d rather not post as independent oneshots.
I write primarily for gender neutral and trans male reader-inserts, but you may find a female reader in here on the occasion.
Featuring mostly Markar, Valarr, and Daeron, with a smattering of the other characters. The content of the drabble/headcanon can be found in the chapter title, while the characters featured will be in the author’s note. Please enjoy if you read :D
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Everyday, you woke up and performed the steps necessary to complete your routine. It was monotonous, like clockwork, as you traveled down the tracks laid out for you since birth. With a mind uncontested, you found yourself graduating college before you were legally an adult, and at the behest of your controlling parents, you continued on to medical school, then further on into a surgical residency at a nearby hospital. You had always wanted to help people and this was the best way to do it.
So, why, with everything you had ever wanted at your fingertips, were you so unhappy?
Maybe that was why when you awoke in the past, surrounded by farmland instead of your blankets that you decided to ‘just roll with it’ rather than scream. That was your motto now as you were unceremoniously dropped from your assigned path onto untrodden ground with no hope of going back. So, even when you saved the life of a soldier and were carted off into the heart of the corrupt Roman Empire to be the twin emperor’s new physician, you barely batted an eye.
After all, you would do anything to save your patients.
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