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[ozgog]

wouldn't it be interesting if tildha's mother had been the dragon seed of an old ancient valyrian bloodline that only managed to survive for a short while after the doom before ultimately being forgotten

[ozgog]

𝔖𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩 : lengths will vary ; multis specify ! i will cap at five . specify as well in the comments if you would prefer solely turstin , ozgog , or both !

[ozgog]

love when the dash is slow like yes...were all out living our live in a healthy balance...

[ozgog]

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 , 𝔓𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 , 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪 ! Presenting the Lady of the Black Noch and the Far Reaches of the Wyr Thicket , Commander of the Flighted Calvary , Master of Horses , Wielder of the Crystal Blade - 𝔗𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔚𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 , and the she - dragon 𝔒𝔷𝔤𝔬𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔰 - She Bitch of the Black Noch , The Green Blight , Bitch of the Tides , Wymond's Bane , The Wyr Serpent ; The Great and Terrible !

An independent exploration of trans identity and internalized bigotry within the realm of high dark fantasy , the allegorical monster of the medieval , bonding as in a curse , intergenerational trauma and unspeakable conquest . Written for hotd & asoiaf ; will include dead dove , explicit gore , adult content , and mentions of incest .

[ozgog]

since there's no real mention of the texture of dragon fire that i can find in any of grrm's works i'm going to respect the assumption thereby that it is as we understand it . we never ( or maybe we have and i just haven't found the right source yet! ) really have had any real concrete insight as to how big dragons , other than urrax , really have the capacity to become . i really think the disintegration of magic in the world contributed to the life span of what dragons were to come after the great doom , and even those like balerion who managed to escape . it's entirely possible that if it had never occurred both he and vhagar would have continued to become more enormous and their vitality in their old age - which is not to say that dragons are immortal , i think they're much like lobsters in that they eventually just cannot muster the strength to hold up their giant bodies , no matter how iron rich their bones are . eventually , they will give out . all of that to say , the knowledge of that ancient empire and those that who remembered it and the massive dragons that existed there has been lost through the adages of time . perhaps dragons had to be of a certain size to be able to vomit plasmic flames , and that's why we don't see this with balerion , meraxes , and vhagar . but we see the ghost of each dragon's potential in the different shades their fire can be , as plasma is not often the oranges and yellows and blues we see in cooler flames and ranging more on an ultraviolet spectrum - each dragon has a unique chemical compound within their " bladders " that's a comparative thumbprint for each one . and maybe that's why their flames are so colorful ! it's fun to speculate .

i think dragon fire becomes more plasmic the bigger the dragon gets until it's essentially vomiting lowkey solar flares

[ozgog]

i think i'm going through an ego death!

i'm having a very hard time holding on to the present and reality at the moment as well as doing a lot of intense work in talk therapy where i'm confronting a lot of very scary things . it's admittedly been very disorienting , but it's also very good ! i'm going the right way . <3 i think i'm going to be much more lenient with myself with my ic engagement , so if you're questioning my interest in interacting with you at any capacity , trust me this time it really is me not you ! going on this journey is just more important to me right now . you're no less fantastic .

[ozgog]

turstin would probably prefers smaller weenies happy sunday

[ozgog]

Love is trusting that ozgog won't chomp chomp when she let's you climb into her mouth and clean her teeth (she might)

[ozgog]

It's Munday somewhere

[ozgog]

* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

[ozgog]

whenever a mutual doesn’t interact with me for a long time i get so scared they don’t wanna play dolls with me anymore

[ozgog]

" 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 . " 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔶𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 , 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔟 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔟 . " what lies behind the red waste , beyond the ice of the lands of always winter . " there comes a soft mewling , the tabbied cat between them butting it's little head against the slender lilt of abra's wrist . " there are strange beaked things from across the sea that fly in packs so vast they blot out the sky . perhaps they are . "

         "i have a question"   inquisitive,  honey-gold eyes peering in the other's direction  —quick glance,  slight,  over the nimble bend of her shoulder.  she feeds a small and glistening chunk of honeycomb past her full seam of a mouth.  sweetness bursts,  her mouth drawing full around it briefly.  she offers the other a broken piece of comb,  burning warm beneath the afternoon sun.     "do you think there are feathered dragons?  could those exist,  maybe? ...are they just birds?"

** @ozgog liked for a starter !

[ozgog]

also i wanna apologize for being so absent lately! WW3 has my full attention and it's been really hard to separate myself from the conflict, as well as the deportations invading my state. being creative at the moment just doesn't set priority.

[ozgog]

—     &.     ❝  hair  spun  like  molten  gold,  eyes  bright  as  emeralds …

#LIONSCLAWS   —   a  private  and  selective  multimuse  featuring  various  muses  from  house  lannister.  please  note  that  triggering  themes  will  be  present  here  due  to  the  nature  of  the  source  material.  this  blog  is  currently  operating  at  low  activity  with  heavy  priority  given  to  friends  and  plotted  dynamics. oc  and  crossover  friendly.  21+.  penned  by  aurora. ©

… the  lions  of  casterly  rock  had  much  to  boast  about.  ❞

[ozgog]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ . Mayard Tulliver was up to something . Known for his dashing looks and his uncanny effect on the equine species he had become popular among the noble houses for the quality of his ancestral horses , powerful animals who's magesty and noble faces could befit none other than the guilded lords and ladies of the court . They had been massive creatures , taller than the greatest man and better fit for the giants of the north , some daintier and fairer , ethereal , seemingly plucked straight from realm of faeries to befriend the pretty girls borne unto higher monikers.

Vezof was a strange looking mare whose origins were rumored to be all the stranger , and built atop supposition . What is known to be true is that she came from across the sea , and had done so with a thick leather muzzle reinforced with what some will boast to be made of an ancient forgotten alloy ( but this fact has been dismissed as theatrics for story telling ) she had been transported in a steel cage like one might expect of a lion , laughed off by the westerosi mercantile as no more than a high spirited foreign filly . the mare was a small yet stout blood bay with a sheen nigh iridescent in both sunlight and moonlight , more muscular than the average horse with large curling ears , and a great curved head . her hooves were heavy and black , her tail thin and wispy , her mane shaven- a horse neither ugly , nor comely . Those who had brought her to King's Landing has boasted her as a curiosity , claimed to have been won from a khal from the Dothraki Sea by a qohorik lumberman as a foal , who had then sold her to a sorcerer . Rumors speculate that the sorcerer had the filly subsisting off of a diet of boiled blood and broths made from the bones of animals and men . Lessers tell tall tales how they had conducted spells upon the poor creature , had infused her with giant spiders in an attempt to give the horse a more potent bite . As she was allowed to grow into adulthood this practice escalated into the feeding of small animals , rodents and birds-as she grew bigger , so did the prey she was encouraged to dispatch within the bleak of her cage . This is unsubstantiated hearsay . however her aggression towards man and beast alike was found to be profoundly disturbing, described by witnesses like that of a slavering dog , mauling whatever stoked her ire of a similar fashion . upon one occasion notated by the maester of the era to have snatched a stable boy by his shoulder , lifting him from the ground to be shaken like a child's toy-emitting horrendous sounds unlike anything heard from equines . It is further speculated that this mare was encouraged by Mayard Tulliver to continue this diet , to what end most begrudged giving much thought . She was bred six times in her stay , undergoing two miscarriages , the fetuses malformed , one reputed to have begun to melt into the straw bedding only hours after having been birthed . Another two were sent back to Qohor . The remainder were left with Mayard , two sturdy colts , both bearing the same strange conformation of their dam , her peculiar iridescence . one of these colts is reputed to have been the grandsire of the great stallion within the keeping of House Wymond , known as Culver .

[ozgog]

thinking about her again (ozgog)

[ozgog]

Flora & Fauna series 4/∞