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[godswood-girl]

i commissioned the amazing @murmel-malt to draw cassana baratheon's coronation portrait from my upcoming asoiaf oc fic: break you down with a fury

i'm so incredibly pleased and impressed with how she turned out. both her and her outift are absolutely gorgeous. i adore this so much.

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

The Many Names of Lady Wylla Karstark - they say i killed you (haunt me then)

I have been ruminating over the idea for a set like this for so long (waaaay before I even had an inkling of an idea of how to gif) and I was absolutely inspired by the incredible title set that @moireia created for her oc, Alyssa Snow.

Haunt Me is finally nearing the end (how are there only five chapters left?!) and I'm just so grateful for all of the support that I've had along the way - @jadore-andor and @emilykaldwen, I'm looking at you. Go read The Maiden and the Drowning Boy by Nat and check out Allana Tyrell, Mare's ASOIAF oc, if you want that good Aegon II content.

I will never not be in love with Wylla and Aemond and their romance and the family they built and held on to despite all the odds being stacked against them. If you've been along for their wild ride, thank you!

[sugarbarbie-ocs]

❝ Throughout her life, Shiera Lannister loved and lost many; she loved Aemond for how he understood her ambition; she loved Aegon for how he was so beautifully broken, just as she was; and her sweet good-sister Helaena, she loved her for she was all things good and pure in a world so full of fire and blood ... ❜❜

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[sshireens]

i love seeing people take preexisting characters and just make them their own ocs. i love adopting fanon as gospel. i love stealing from the source and turning mercury into gold. rb and tag with your own

[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy Rating: Explicit Chapters: 20 (give or take) Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong, Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen, Eventual Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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CHAPTER TWO - REWRITE THIS PAIN WE OWN

The names of the others his mother and grandfather had listed off floated through his mind. Every single suitor was surely more worthy to be whatever it was they wanted him to be; every single one another reminder that they were forcing this. They weren’t even giving her to him, not to love like he wanted. No, they were taking his Maiden and turning her into a pawn just like him, placing her on the board beside him to move them both as his mother and grandfather pleased. It felt like something sacrificial; dark and maybe sacred in whatever deals had been made, whatever machinations brewed behind the curtains that he could not see. Everything worth having was meant to be claimed as he had Sunfyre, not shoved into his arms behind deceptively passive smiles.

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[hvrtrcts]

BLOOD UPON THE SNOW -> after the young wolf dies in the red wedding and the war of the five kings finally comes to an end, druella bolton finds herself in a predicament when in a twist of events she is disinherited and the murderer of her younger brother, the bastard and his dogs rule the land of winter. the blood of the red kings flow in her blood, the leech lord's daughter she is called but when she is betrayed by her own father to be married off to a frey knight in all but name, druella knows she needs to take matter in her own hands. gif credits x

[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved WIPS | Welcome to the New Year's reveal of HEARTS OF STONE featuring THAEDA STONE

"I knew Valemen were proud, but I always assumed it was a kind of pride that made them virtuous," said Lady Catelyn. "No. Just unbearable," admitted Thaeda and hid her viciously smiling mouth inside a cup filled with more clarrey.

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[viscardiac]

A season left of summer - Masterlist

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𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.” “And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer. “She just might.” “Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.” “I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.

I - THIS IS A BAD IDEA

II - A THOUGHT TOO VILE TO ENTERTAIN

III - LIES AND MOCKERY

IV - I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

V - HELLO, HOW LOW

VI - LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

VII - BUT THEN IT STOPPED, AND I WAS IN THE DARKNESS, SO DARKNESS I BECAME

VIII - AND I KNOW THAT I'LL LOSE, BUT I'LL DO MY MOVE

IX - THE FLESH IN THE FRUIT AND THE BLOOD IN THE WINE

X - WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE EATS THE MOON?

XI - AND ALL OF THE FISH, LET THEM FLOUNDER

[hiddenqveendom]

* — FIORELLA DONDARRION + AEGON II TARGARYEN

❝ and i know your devils, i know them by name when you look my way, oh, i'm not afraid...❞ ― in flames by digital daggers.

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[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 9

Cw: mentions of underage sex, refrenced statuory r*pe and loss of bodily autonomy(basically just a regular day in westeros)

Gif by @behindfairytales

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @aemondx

Jena Mertyns of Mistwood had risen in court using her gods-given gifts of charm and beauty in record time.

Lord Jasper Wylde had no need of more children ---he had a total of nine and twenty children with the bulk of them being illegitimate--- and while the Ironrod was prodigious with his cock, he was not a prince.

Bookish, violent, and misunderstood Aemond had been her second lover.

The first being her now husband who educated her in the ways of carnal pleasures.

She had been only six and ten when it began, Jena had been a Mertyns by birth and heir to Mistwood given her cousin ,brother of the first Lady Wylde, died without issue less than ten moons onto their marriage.

Ironrod had already had her by the time she arrived at court that year to make her case on the matter of her husband’s will, so she knew there was no one else to seduce to gain what was rightfully hers.

But then she met Aemond.

Aemond who was pleasant company when he wasn’t being the cold and indifferent prince with a talent for violence.

Aemond was she is very sure was a man maiden when she first brought him to her bed weeks after his sixth and tenth nameday.

She made him a man and now he had left her in the dust and replaced her with his six- and ten-year-old niece a year later.

Of course, Jena was a beauty with hair like ebony, a sharp tongue and powerful allies, but Princess Aemma with her silver gold ringlets, sweet demeanor and high rank had made her lose her coveted spot in both court and Aemond’s heart.

You are a servant, she is a queen, her husband had said when both began to feel the loss of her status as the One-Eyed Prince’s mistress.

They did not feel the waning of their influence for too long.

Not now that Prince Aegon out of spite had bent her over a card table after his little wife fucked his brother like she loved him.

Love.

The one thing few have and that you sure as hell do not find with your husband.

This morning she received jewels, gold and a gelding as dark as her hair.

Aemond had not been as generous, how could he be when a second son had less than the firstborn?

“Did you like the gelding, Lady Wylde?” Princess Aemma smiled sweetly as she asked.

She could be a bitch; marriage had made her a delightful creature.

The Pearl of Dragonstone had been as sweet as naïve as her goodsister, only the Pearl’s sweetness had begun to melt away to reveal sharp edges after her return from the progress.

A shitty husband and goodmother does that to a girl.

“Yes, his highness was rather thoughtful to gift me such a beautiful horse.” Jena thanked her knowing this faux kindness will leave once she hears the rumors of her and Aemond.

Jena had the advantage of the court gossip mill and friends amongst the ladies.

Aemma spent so much time playing the lord of the castle and bettering the lives of the smallfolk she had not bothered with making the vapid hens her friends like Jena had done.

Her name was not enough here.

Not when Alicent Hightower ruled with an iron fist.

The girl giggles, “He deserves no such praise, Lady Wylde. The gelding was my gift to you.  He wanted to give you a mare, but the gelding seemed more fitting.”

Ah, so it is true then! The lady catches onto the meaning quickly.

Oh, poor, stupid, Aemond.

He was being used as a stud and fell in love with his brother’s wife.

Really the mummers in Braavos could never write something as good as this.

“Yes, even more than you think, your highness. I heard you have acquired a stud worthy of a kingdom, a stud I broke in myself, I might add.

Rode him till he cried for mercy the morning your highness returned from the progress.” Jena lowered her voice and tried not to look too gleeful when the princess was caught unawares by her words.

She didn’t know, sweet Aemond had not told her about her.

“I suppose I should thank you; he is a great fuck.” The princess tries to shake off the surprise and returns fire like a natural when a handmaiden comes to tell her letters from Dragonstone had arrived for her. “Good day, Lady Wylde and I hope your new gelding satisfies you as much as he satisfied me.”

Nothing like fucking the same man to bring out the bitch in you.

“Bitch.” Jena mutters knowing she can hear her.

“Princess Bitch.” Aemma corrects with a disarming smile.

This will be the start of an interesting friendship.

Because her mother will be returning to court, Aemma must get her tonic ---which is a vial she must drink without fail once a week--- early and have enough in supply for the next moon.

Even meeting Aemond’s former lover has not hampered her joy at having her family and her ladies returning here.

Even grandmother is supposed to be coming for a visit.

Something about Uncle Vaemond wanting to contest grandfather’s will.

Why he’d do so when grandfather is perfectly fine and Baela and Rhaena are above him in the succession, is not said in the letter.

But that is a question for another day.

The first question of the day is why the apothecary’s shop is closed?

And the second is, why is Ser Criston here?

“Your goodmother has had me follow you ever since the agreement.” He says keeping things vague as if their silver hair peeking from their hoods and hats didn’t give them away already.

They wore hooded cloaks and while Teora in her Septa’s robes could hide her, they were too fine to not draw attention to them.

“I was buying fertility tonics; it is not my fault it did not work. If you will excuse me, Ser, I need to find another apothecary willing to keep their mouth shut for a reasonable price.” Aemma lied and tried to return to her unmarked carriage without him tailing her.

She had known the carriage was a bad investment.

“Lord Strong had the apothecary questioned, the ruse is up, your highness.” The Dornish knight whispers as he helps her into the fucking carriage like a little girl caught running off to cause mischief.

“Fuck.” Aemma mutters and gestures for him to join them inside the carriage.

“Language, Aemma.” Her Septa chastised her as if that even mattered now and she tells her so.

“I cannot, will not, have a child. I would rather have Silverwing burn me alive than give Aegon an heir.” Aemma digs her nails onto the leather seat to stop herself from crying at how much she fucking loathes the hand she has been dealt. “I do not want to live my mother’s life.”

“It is for the better of the realm, your highness.” He repeats the same phrase she hears from the septons, the maesters, the members of the small council and now the man who fucked her mother and has the audacity to call her a whore.

“As if that makes it any better!” She scoffed at his words. “My mother did the same and was branded a whore, by her no less! Her grace may feign to be righteous and good, but whatever hell my mother will burn in, it is a consolation to know Alicent will be right there beside her.”

The knight tries to counter her, spread the gospel about poor queen Alicent who only wants to protect her children and make the perfect puppet king for her father because gods forbid that woman grows a damn spine and tells her father to go fuck himself.

But Aemma does not listen.

Once she is queen, she will send her on a long walk off a short pier.

[faerune]

The marriage of Lord Edwyn Slate and Lady Lyla Lannett proved an advantageous pairing. Uniting the ports of West and North, Lord Edwyn was in turn given a sizeable dowry for the eldest Lannett daughter who had yet to marry at twenty and five. Unfortunately, until his early death, Lord Edwyn drank and whored his way through the Lannett dowry along with much of House Slate’s respectable coffers.

Instead of wallowing in her bitterness, Lady Lyla turned her attentions toward the only child to come of the marriage, the Lady Mira Slate. With no male heirs apparent, Lady Lyla sought to sate her ambition through her daughter. The lady brought the noted Maester Henly from the Citadel along with a rotating roster of tutors, septas, and scholars.  Despite preferring books and a quiet life of learning to political scheming and machinations imagined by her mother, Mira was an obedient daughter desperate for her mother’s aprpoval. Maester Henly had once written that the young Mira spent much of her time clinging to her mother’s skirts, despite the strict obedience Lady Lyla required of her.

By the time Lady Mira inherited her father’s seat at the age of ten and six, she was a girl well-versed in economics, language, politics, and the arts. The clever, intelligent girl was blessed with beauty and a learned charm. It was rumored that she had also been taught the ways of seduction by the Lyseni prostitute Lord Edwyn had brought to Hawkharbor, with whom she shared an unexpected friendship.

[godswood-girl]

BREAK YOU DOWN WITH A FURY (AND LAY THE HILLS UNDONE)

PROLOGUE

Within her dreams the curtain wall below her played host to many shades of the castle’s past; to her grandfather Steffon and namesake Cassana, to Ormund and the Princess Rhaelle, to the Four Storms, to the bold Argella Durrandon, the last Storm Queen, and sometimes even to Durran Godsgrief and his wife Elenei.

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[vampire-exgirlfriend]

The Many Names of Lady Sabitha Blackwood - Meet Me in the After

Lady Sabitha Blackwood has been known by many names through the years, not all of them kind. As a girl, Sabitha was said to have greendreams, often seeing events that would unfold well into the future. For this gift, her father, Lord Owen Blackwood, bestowed on her the endearment Raventouched. Upon her wedding to Ser Theodred Smallwood, the second son of the widowed Lord Theomer of Acorn Hall, she was known as Lady Smallwood. Two years into her marriage, and her service to Queen Aemma, who was known to have called the Blackwood girl friend, her clandestine affair with Prince Daemon Targaryen was discovered, earning her the moniker of The Dragon's Plaything, oft believed to draw attention to the many years between the lovers in age. Though there were fifteen summers between them, it was said that the prince sought her council, and referred to his mistress as nuhos ozzālanos, or my pyre in High Valyrian, a term that filled his elder brother with a simmering anger.

It was recorded that at one time, the new Queen of Westeros, Alicent Hightower, called her former friend and confidant secret keeper, though many wondered exactly what secret the queen was referring to. Maester Mellos recorded that it was to do with King Viserys' choice of second wife, though Maester Gyldayne is confident that the secret in question had nothing to do with Queen Alicent at all, and everything to do with the sudden death of Queen Aemma. One evening, while in his cups, King Viserys cornered Lady Sabitha at a feast in celebration of his second daughter's birth, loudly proclaiming for all the hear that she would henceforth be known as The Barren Bride for her inability to provide Ser Theodred or his own brother with a child. He cursed her, saying she would bear neither heir nor bastard. It is noted that Ser Theodred did nothing to dissuade the king and made no effort to comfort his wife. After the brutal murder of his grandson, Prince Jaehaerys, and the attack on his daughter and granddaughter, Lord Otto Hightower declared that Lady Sabitha was a shapechanger and a witch, accusing the woman of shedding her human body to take the form of a rat, leading the murderers Blood and Cheese through the tunnels of the holdfast and assisting in their heinous crimes. "The whore knows no shame, no bounds," the Hand raged to his grandson, Prince Aemond. "She is guilty of blood magic and more and I will have her head and her husband's for the death of the heir." When Lady Sabitha heard of the Hand's outburst, she rolled her eyes, waving off the accusation. "A rat, he says? Fitting, considering his own loyalties and betrayals. Perhaps Lord Otto should learn more about his enemies, and his own family, for what use does a dragon have for a rat?" Lady Sabitha lived out her days as The Lady of Whispers, maintaining the once-ruined keep on the northeastern coast of the crownlands that Prince Daemon was granted upon their wedding, largely believed to be the eye of a storm in the Black Queen's attempt to reclaim the Iron Throne. Many believe the granting of this keep to be King Viserys' final jab at his younger brother, sending him away from King's Landing one last time to live out his days with his barren bride.

[sugarbarbie-ocs]

ALL MUST CHOOSE

( my hotd ocs addition )

ZHU MEI LIN

SO : Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

She was the God-Empress of Yi Ti.

Her duties lay with securing her own people's safety; she would never send them off to fight the Dragon's war.

History had been filled with tales of betrayal, and Mei Lin had studied them all. Among them was the tale of the Amethyst Empress and how she had been killed by her younger brother, the Bloodstone Emperor.

The Blood Betrayal.

She could not sit by and let happen to the woman she loved.

Mei Lin would stop the dying of dragons before it ever began.

DAPHNE TYRELL

SO: Alicent Hightower, Gwayne Hightower, Criston Cole

Rhaenyra had been her dearest friend once.

Until she chose to fuck Daemon Targaryen, and lie about it.

The man who openly named her "the Whore of Highgarden"

Alicent was Daphne's only comfort. Her good-sister, her light.

Gwayne was Daphne's husband. The brave knight who'd stood by her side, defending her when no one else had.

Ser Criston was Daphne's friend, a man of honor who had nearly taken his life, had it not been for Daphne and Alicent finding him moments before.

She would stand beside them, no matter the cost.

SHIERA LANNISTER

SO: Aemond targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Cregan Stark

CHOOSE!? SHIERA HAD NO CHOICE!!!

Her choices had been made long before her birth, by her father, uncle, and all those who bore the name Lannister.

She was innocent, and yet the blacks had come for her.

A SON FOR A SON!? WAS THAT REALLY FAIR!?

Her son, her sweet Aurion, whose soul was as beautiful and untainted as a white rose, who would cling to her whenever he'd wake from a nightmare, did he really deserve to die!? No, he was good and pure, and still they killed him.

WHAT OF HER DAUGHTERS!? WOULD DAEMON, AND HIS WHORE COME FOR THEM NEXT!?

No, Shiera would not let her darling Vaela and sweet Raella meet a similar fate to their brother.

They would live. She would make sure of it.

The Blacks would rue the day they hurt a lioness and her cubs.

idk what I did but yea let's pretend it's cool lol.

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[czernyss]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 

Allise turned to look behind her uncle, where the queen and her rightful children sat in a wheelhouse of gilded metal, oil slick and silver. She could already imagine the happenings inside. Her mother would be sitting with little Tommen on her lap, and Myrcella would be playing with dolls on the caravan’s floor. Cersei Lannister, beautiful yet severe, would be watching her children with the kind of light only a parent could have for the ones they’d brought into this world. 

Allise knew the look well, because Cersei had never once directed it towards her. 

It wasn’t that her mother hated Allise. She thought it would be impossible for Cersei to hate any of her children, but Allise was not anyone. She was a bastard, a baby born from defilement. Everyone knew the story. It was often murmured behind her back from servants, loyal bannermen, and sometimes freeriders that stayed in the court. 

14 years ago, Cersei Lannister was coming back from a trip to Casterly Rock, the ancestral home of her House, when her carriage was accosted by a particularly unhappy crowd of beggars in Flea Bottom. Cersei was forced from her carriage, the guards unable to protect her in the crowds, and the queen emerged from the onslaught bloody and bruised. Months later, her belly began to swell, the truth of what really happened coming to light. Cersei’s father was furious, calling for the king to mercilessly punish those responsible. Justice was handed out, leaving thirteen civilians with their heads on spikes, limbs torn from their bodies and left to rot in the street where it had happened. 

The queen’s husband called for Cersei to get rid of the child, but for some reason Cersei refused. The stories were twisted from there, but most claimed the queen had actually gotten down on her knees and begged for King Robert to let her keep the child. Even more odd, the king had agreed. 

Fourteen years later, Allise couldn’t understand the reasoning. She couldn’t comprehend why she was still alive. 

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[makesitprecious]

Say your goodbyes, but darling if you please // Don't go without me

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