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    He was the Master of Death, a wizard whose power rivaled the gods. Seeking an end to his immortal weariness, Harold Black stepped through the Veil, only to find a new beginning in the salt and stone of Driftmark.

    Reborn as Corlys Velaryon during the golden reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen, he enters a world where dragonfire rules the skies and blood dictates destiny. But Harry is no ordinary lord. With the lost magic of his former life and a ruthless ambition forged in the fires of war, he will navigate the treacherous waters of Westeros.

    Dragons may dance in the air, but the Sea Snake commands the depths. How far will he go to ensure the supremacy of House Velaryon? In the game of thrones, he isn’t just playing to win—he’s playing to rewrite the rules.

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    A lone man wandered the road, clad in Old-World armor as weapons both old and new hung from his back and sides. He was the legend, the myth, the Boogeyman of the Mojave. His every step was paved by a thousand corpses. Neither the Bull nor the Bear could stand to him. An army taken the shape of a man.
    None dared to intrude on his pilgrimage, all those that tried were dead from the lowly coyote to the great Deathclaw. His steps were slow and centered, unerring in their march. Up the road he walked till he turned left, Black Mountain before him. He scaled that too, steps unfaltering as he rose and rose till finally, he was at the highest peak in the Mojave, able to see the entirety of the desert with his Eagle Eyes.
    Mr. House's Securitrons were everywhere, shaping the Mojave to how the enigmatic autocrat wanted. Maybe the Wastes would be better, maybe it would be worse, maybe it wouldn't change. He stopped caring. He took one last breath of filtered air before grabbing his Hunting Revolver and putting the muzzle right beneath his chin. With a tired sigh, he pulled the trigger and for miles around, everyone heard his last kill.

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    04 May 2026

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    Anybody ever tell you that their city sucks?

    I get it, nobody likes bad public transport, shitty roads and sidewalks, and the homeless wandering around made the rich and affluent irrationally angry, my city though? It wins a fucking award for being at the top of the shit scale. We have Nazi! Like literal Nazi! I can go out at night and expect to see Nazi’s, it's so fucked up here. There is also the drug problem, the forced prostitution problem and the snake in the basement, but like, literal Nazi’s that nobody is doing anything about.

    Well, for the most part.

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    30 Apr 2026

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    In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic.

    I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF – Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it.

    So far, we’ve wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now—whether I like it or not—we’re heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I’ve learned that arguing rarely works.

    This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros.

    As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

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    22 Apr 2026

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    When asked in the past by curious sons of what happens when a person dies, Baelor Targaryen sat them down and patiently explained that the Faith of the Seven teaches them that the righteous are blessed in the Seven Heavens as long as they lead a virtuous life and repent for any sin committed. He had never questioned it himself.

    Falling to a blow by his brother's mace while defending what was right, even against his own family, Baelor should have been feasting in the Father's golden hall and waiting until the moment he would be reunited with his family. That did not happen.

    Instead, the former Prince of Dragonstone woke up far from home and everyone he knew, though the faces he found himself among were not unfamiliar to him. But what does it mean to find yourself in the pages of your family's own history books?

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    21 Apr 2026