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[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: alysanne targaryen

"While there was no love lost between Green and Black Queens, the Princess Rhaenyra always held a certain sort of...fondness for her younger half-sister. Princess Alysanne was even said to have received a clutch of dragon eggs from Syrax as a gift on the day her wedding. But things turned sour between the two when the younger Princess visited Rhaenyra to offer her condolences on the passing of her son Lucerys Velaryon. It was this moment which turned the North against their cause, as Rhaenyra told her consort Prince Daemon Targaryen to lock the Princess in Dragonstone, far beyond the reach of her mother the Queen, her brother the King, and her husband...Lord Cregan Stark."

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Halloween 2024 ✤ Week 1: AUs (Alt Ships)

Aelys Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen & Aelys Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

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[goldnsyren]

I just wanted to say I am IN LOVE with your HotD story!!!! Rhaenyra and Vealla always make me laugh or cry in the best way. Chaotic siblings till the end! It's my favourite sister fic I've found yet so please please please update more!

Harwin and Daemon may be their greatest loves but these bitches are SOULMATES! When I tell you they go to war for each other...

For Rhaenyra, there was no louder champion than her sister - the princess Vaella. If the Gods would not keep the Lords to their sworn oaths, Vaella and her dragon would. // And for her sweet sister's grief, Rhaenyra would set loose the wrath of Fire and Blood. // My sister's war does not end until I am dead! // Did you think I'd let you waste our mother's blood? - t.w.e

[asoulofstaars]

in which julia makes gifs for her friends ☆ﾟ ↳ under the weirwood by @orpheusturn

and the touch of your hand lit the fuse / of a chain reaction of countermoves / to assess the equation of you / checkmate, i couldn’t lose (insp)

[czernyss]

:: FROM GRAVES ::

⤨ celys saintmont

Atop the grassy knolls of Saint’s Hall at the edge of the Stormlands, Celys of House Saintmont grows up with muddied knees and hands callused from the weight of both a sword and sewing needle. Her father names her wayfarer, feet straying across the fields and forests, but she can never seem to go too far before the pull of home calls her back.

Until the family with a name as old as its land is widdled down to nothing. 

It starts with her uncles on their journey back from Dorne, necks snapped during a nasty fall. Then her cousins and their children, slain on rumours of infedelity. Day by day, word arrives on sorry lips. Day by day, the looks shared between her parents grow more grave. She’s fourteen now, and forbidden to go past the rickety old bridge at the edge of their keep. Her father’s rages grow like wildfire, and the warning in her mother’s eyes –usually so warm, so free–, are foreign to Celys. 

It’s only until trouble from the stepstones reaches Lord Saintmont that Celys gets her first taste of blood. On the day her father and brother’s bodies return from the fighting –one missing his legs, the other his head– red is all she can see. The rest pass in a blur, until death becomes a passing shadow, a glimpse instead of the full truth. From the corpses comes a sickness, and for weeks Celys lays rotting beside her mother and sister, tended to by only the strongest and most loyal that remain. When the last of their sworn swords, the bastard knight Qoren Sand pulls Celys and her baby brother off the day-old corpses, the Triarchy invade her lands. 

With no other choice, Celys flees the only home she’s ever known, journeying to King’s Landing to beg for the King’s aide in claiming back Saint’s Hall. But even in the light of the Red Keep, Celys is hunted by wandering eyes and selfish intent, her grief shackling her to a life where she must decide whether to continue standing her ground, or to let all the devastation wash her away.

[darkwolf76]

"You do not have to become a knight to protect those whom you love."

-Queen Alicent Hightower to Lady Deidre Strong

From Children of Bone and Blood

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[juliaswickcrs]

CHAPTER UPDATE :: SNAKES IN THE GRASS

( a knight's vow )

“And how are you so certain of my own mind, Ser?” Leila shot back, her tone sharper than she intended, drawing closer to the man. The smell of sandalwood hung in the air, mixing with the citrus from her bath that morning.  His eyes scanned her figure for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again, “Because you would have wed the King. Because you would be Queen of Westeros and not the Lady Alicent.” She stumbled back, hips colliding with the stone of the balcony railing. Desperate, she reached out to grab something to keep her steady. Ser Criston’s hands wrapped themselves around her waist and her hands found his shoulders. 

AO3

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

OC Edit Bingo ✤ Daenyra Targaryen

All this way you have led me. To destroy me again?

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[goldnsyren]

Chapter Two: A Feast Fit for a Prince

The embittered Lord’s nose creased in further displeasure, immune to her attempt to charm him. “Perhaps she should spend more time in her lady-lessons than riding if it is so strenuous for her."

Neither girl took well to the misplaced authority in his tone. Only one man commanded them.

“I ride just fine, my lord, but it seems dragons come easier to girls than horses do men .” She smiled without humor. “I do look forward to seeing you at this year’s bout - perhaps my favor will bring you better luck than last years.”

The look he gave the princesses was sour enough to curdle milk. The Lord flinch forward to rebut. 

“Lord Bracken,”

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: rhaela “rhae” velaryon blood of the dragon

When Rhaela Velaryon was born, House Targaryen nearly tore itself apart. The appearance of a dornish babe in the hands of Targaryens and Velaryons gave rise to only one conclusion in the Queen and the former Hand of the King’s eyes. That Rhaenyra Targaryen had defied the will of her father, the will of the hand, and the will of the gods by birthing a bastard child fathered by a member of the Kingsguard and naming her heir to Dragonstone. 

But the King held no such contempt for his granddaughter, for once he saw the gorgeous violet eyes of House Targaryen peeking through soft lashes, he all but declared Rhaela Velaryon legitimate, and anyone who said otherwise would soon find themselves without a tongue. 

Tolerated by her mother, loathed by her father, and beloved by her grandfather, Rhae has grown up with conflicting ideas of who she is, as well as who she’s supposed to be once she sits the Iron Throne after her mother. 

The King calls her Targaryen, The Queen calls her bastard, and she doesn't even want to know what her mother and father call her in private. The only love she has to clutch onto in this world is the love that comes from her brothers and her dragon, unconditional, always and forever. 

But as soon as she’s old enough to marry, her grandfather ties her to her Uncle Aegon, and when the Dance of the Dragons breaks out with her brother’s death in the clouds above Storm’s End, Rhaela is determined to prove that despite her outward appearance, she will deliver Fire and Blood to her enemies.

After all, she was the blood of the dragon wasn’t she?

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[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: introducing leila martell  ↳ snakes in the grass

UNBOWED, UNBENT, UNBROKEN.

THOSE WORDS WERE THE LEGACY OF HOUSE MARTELL. A legacy Leila now holds in her hands as she travels North to Kings Landing like her ancestor Deria had done a century before her. But she had no dragon skulls to barter with, no letter to threaten King Viserys into compliance. 

She had only her wits, her words, and her luck.

Once she would have believed those would have gotten her out of any situation, but the independence of Dorne was more important than some petty squabble with a lordling or sibling. 

The very future of her Kingdom lay in her hands as their future Queen and Princess, the eldest daughter of Qoren Martell and the one who must continue repairing the damage done from the Fourth Dornish War perpetuated by her Great-Grandfather. It wasn't her own legacy she must shoulder, but Nymeria of Ny Sar's as well.

And so she sails North.

Toward Aegon's High Hill and the Red Keep itself, where sleeping dragons lie amidst red stone waiting for a chance to burn her to ash.

But LEILA MARTELL is no mere lady of Westeros.

She will not simper and plead and beg for her home. She will do what Queens do and take what belongs to her through any means necessary.

For she is a viper in a den of dragons, and she can no longer wait sitting in the grass to strike.

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[juliaswickcrs]

The Martell Twins + The Green Targaryens

“It was a well-known fact that Prince Daeron’s engagement and marriage to Myriah Martell was not the first attempt of placating Dorne through marriage. In fact, Queen Alicent Hightower was among the first to attempt such a feat, even going so far as to draw up marriage contracts with Princess Leila Martell between her children Aegon and Helaena and Princess Leila’s twin children Myiah and Arion. 

While the affection between Prince Arion and Princess Helaena was well known and documented, the same could not be said for Princess Myiah and Prince Aegon. Rather, the Dornish Princess found herself in the company of Aegon’s younger brother Aemond Targaryen and Prince Aegon’s cousin Jaecerys Velaryon instead. 

Princess Myiah was well-known for her beauty throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and held many paramours. It is not a stretch to believe that both Aemond and Jaecerys had found a way into her harem at one point or another, while Aegon remained woefully on the outskirts. 

Neither marriage ever came to fruition, however, as King Viserys decreed that Aegon and Helaena would wed one another in the Targaryen custom, spurning Princess Leila and her children and angering Dorne in the process. 

It was only thanks to Queen Alicent’s quick thinking and kind offer to foster the Martell twins that Dorne was not entirely alienated and Princess Leila continued to support the crown whenever she could. “

-The Writings of the Citadel on House Martell and House Targaryen

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[juliaswickcrs]

SNAKES IN THE GRASS :: CHAPTER UPDATE      ↳ the maiden in the tower

It had been his first glance at the Princess Leila since they’d shoved her away, and she looked nothing like the regal woman he’d met after the tourney, nor the Queen who’d practically defied King Viserys in one breath.

Her skin was pale, with no sun to illuminate the bronze glow she once had, and her thick dark tresses hung limply around her shoulders, not even being held back with a tie. Her doe-eyed look remained the same, yet they were ringed in purple and red. 

She had not changed from the magenta traveling attire, and it seemed she was the only spot of color in a dull, lifeless room.

Behind the Princess lay a window no bigger than her bracelet and no wider than the thinnest part of his sword. 

It was the only window in the entire room, yet it created a halo behind the Princess as she met her guard’s gaze. 

Criston nearly stumbled back before the door shut behind the handmaiden. 

FFN // WATTPAD ( COMING SOON )

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[darkwolf76]

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   ( due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .) , or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ? TELL ME MOAR ABOUT YOUR BABY

Sorry this took so long! Yes I think Deidre does change a lot over time. Its a large theme of the story. She becomes more confident and comfortable in her own skin and becomes her own woman versus trying to play the role that her family, friends, and the court expect her to play. She learns trying to play a role just makes her miserable, as she sees with Alicent, who once was a romantic, sweet, caring, and intelligent girl, who became a paranoid, scared woman. Also, the more Rhaenyra tries to play the role of the absolute monarch, trying to conform to the image that she thinks will look best to the lords or that fits what a true Valarian should be, she falls into destruction and madness.

Deidre's two best friends, both wonderful women, get lost in the roles they have been designated to play instead of trying to make it their own by being themselves and doing things their own way, ultimately tearing them apart. And the only way Deidre can survive as the ever more stretched thin glue in the middle, is to grow stronger by becoming her own person instead being the person other people want and expect her to be. She decides instead of conforming to society to do her duty that it is best for herself and her family that she plays to her strengths in order to protect those she loves.