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Summer is for Dorne - Robert’s Rebellion Era - Prince Lewyn Martell

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ELIA MARTELL WEEK 2021 → day 1: fancast

In Dorne, she walked among vipers and none would bite her. In King’s Landing, she found herself surrounded by lions (Shriya Pilgaonkar as Elia Martell)

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Child of three, they had called her, DAUGHTER OF DEATH, slayer of lies, bride of fire.

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The hero sets out with his friends and companions, faces dangers, comes home triumphant. Only some of his companions don’t return at all. The hero never dies, though. I must be the hero.

Quentyn Martell, A Dance with Dragons.

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ASOIAF!Daenerys scenes that should’ve been included in the show (5/?) + Queen Daenerys not being swayed by Xaro’s flattery

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ASOIAF Minor Ladies Week 2021 • day 5: the Crownlands/the Stormlands CHATAYA & ALAYAYA

Chataya runs a choice establishment… Her blood is the blood of summer, my lord, but my daughter was born here in King’s Landing. Exquisite, despite the stripes on her back.

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Happy to announce a new tag for PRO-TARAGRYEN posts only: #targnation!

You can share any kind of posts (including metas of any length, thoughts, parallels, your favourite things about Targaryens, headcanons, fics, art, edits, gifsets, etc) using this tag.

The one rule is that the post most be Targaryen-positive. The tag is created specifically for House Targaryen stans to create a community, find friends and share posts with each other.

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A Martell sun, but ten years too young, Tyrion thought as he reined up, too fit as well, and far too fierce. He knew what he must deal with by then. How many Dornishmen does it take to start a war? he asked himself. Only one.

A STORM OF SWORDS, GRR Martin.

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《DAY 6 》 ●DAENERYS & VISERYS●

“We will have it all back someday, sweet sister… all they have taken from us, we will have it back.” Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

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House Velaryon. Its sigil is a silver seahorse in a field of seagreen.

Though sworn to House Baratheon, they hold close ties to the Targaryeans. Said to be of similar silver hair and violet eyes, the two families have a history of intermarriage. The Velaryons dispatched their troops to aid Prince Rhaegar in the War of the Usurper. GoT Countdown 8/10

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I totally forgot to post the whole thing ! Here’s my piece for @sibzine , the Sand Snakes from asoiaf. It was awesome sharing a feature with all those cool folks ! 

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canon rhaelya personality traits, skills and tropes: → rhaegar targaryen: melancholic

There was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense… of doom.

Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song.

When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle

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From October 1st to October 31st we will be hosting a special event in collaboration with @asoiafdaenerysdaily: a DAENERYS TARGARYEN APPRECIATION MONTH! If you want to participate in it, please, use the tag #danymonth2021 so we can find and reblog your works. From art to edits, gifs and moodboards, fics and metas, etc. — everything will be appreciated!

There will be 31 prompts for each day. Here is the full list of them:

Day 1: Favorite books, chapters or arcs. 

Day 2: Favorite quotes or book moments. Day 3: Personality traits.

Day 4: Women in Daenerys’ life. 

Day 5: Dresses and costumes. 

Day 6: Endgame speculation. 

Day 7: Romantic or platonic relationships. 

Day 8: Prophecies and visions. 

Day 9: Daenerys as a military commander. 

Day 10: Cute, soft and silly Dany moments.

Day 11: Liberator. 

Day 12: Bravest moments. 

Day 13: Daenerys and her people. 

Day 14: Mother of Dragons. 

Day 15: Most anticipated meetings or relationships with other characters. 

Day 16: Familial relationships. 

Day 17: Feminist moments. 

Day 18: Revolution and social changes. 

Day 19: Learning, intelligence and skills. 

Day 20: Daenerys craving for a simple life (family, children, home). 

Day 21: Ice and Fire. 

Day 22: Feminity and girlhood. 

Day 23: Wants and needs vs duty and sacrifices. 

Day 24: Daenerys as a leader. 

Day 25: Antagonists. 

Day 26: Hope and kindness. 

Day 27: Mythological or historical parallels. 

Day 28: Targaryen legacy. 

Day 29: Men in Daenerys’ life. 

Day 30: Disrupting gender norms

Day 31: A Dream of Spring.

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I am a direwolf, and done with wooden teeth.

requested by anonymous

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ice and snow

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Your art style is so pretty and I adore your art! Do you maybe have any NedCat art to spare?

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[18/20] ASOIAF power couples → Oberyn Martell × Ellaria Sand

The boy of sixteen that had felled old Lord Yronwood was a man past forty now, and his legend had grown a deal darker. He had traveled in the Free Cities, learning the poisoner’s trade and perhaps arts darker still, if rumors could be believed. He had studied at the Citadel, going so far as to forge six links of a maester’s chain before he grew bored. He had soldiered in the Disputed Lands across the narrow sea, riding with the Second Sons for a time before forming his own company.

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Prince Oberyn tilted his dinted metal shield. A shaft of sunlight blazed blindingly off polished gold and copper, into the narrow slit of his foe’s helm. Clegane lifted his own shield against the glare. Prince Oberyn’s spear flashed like lightning and found the gap in the heavy plate, the joint under the arm. The point punched through mail and boiled leather. Gregor gave a choked grunt as the Dornishman twisted his spear and yanked it free. “Elia. Say it! Elia of Dorne!” He was circling, spear poised for another thrust. “Say it!”

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Ellaria’s cheeks were wet with tears, her dark eyes shining. Even weeping, she has a strength in her, the captain thought.

“Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?” Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?”

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When she had gone, Lady Nym said, “I know she loved our father well, but it is plain she never understood him.”

Prince Doran gave her a curious look. “She understood more than you ever will, Nymeria. And she made your father happy. In the end, a gentle heart may be worth more than pride or valor.”