#ice and fire con

[pigeon-princess]

Things are heating up in the Villa (The Water Gardens of Dorne). You could say we've created a very interesting party dynamic in our asoiaf campaign so far.

[simstoricalish]

King Jaehaerys I "The Conciliator" & Queen Alysanne

Special thanks for the cc gift to my girl, bestie 😘 @cherryanne26 I'm in love with everything 💗 thank youu!!

[poisonmoonmary]

[secretly-a-catamount]

I fully believe the Pevensie siblings would have won and kept the Iron Thorne.

[theinsideofabin]

The Dragon and The Seahorse

Pairing: Maegor Targaryen x Rhaellar Targaryen

Warnings: Targcest (aunt/nephew), rape, intoxication, breeding kink, unprotected sex, Maegor calls Rhaellar wife but they’re not actually married.

Word Count: 2,127

“You’re sooooooo nice to me, Maemae.” Rhaellar giggled drunkenly, leaning against her tall strong nephew, pale cheeks flushed a bright pink, highlighting her light freckles. “Such a gentleman!” She says, letting out a little ‘oof!’ sound when he pushed her back onto her mattress, her body bouncing before settling, silver hair spread behind her like moonlight in the dark.

“Yes, that’s me, the gentleman.” Maegor says, peering down at her with a very ungentlemanly look, reaching out to roll her over onto her belly before his fingers went to the laces at the back of her dress. “Come on, Mhysar, let’s get you out of these clothes. They’ve got brandy on them.” He lies smoothly, deftly undoing the tense cords.

“They do?” Rhaellar whines in an almost childish voice, turning her head to look back at him with a pout, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, though her limbs were shaky. “When did I spill brandy on myself?”

“You didn’t, Mhysar.” Maegor says, soothing her by running his palms over her body, under the thick fabric of her dress but still over the light underclothes beneath it. Sliding the dress down her arms as best he could, his heart skipping a beat when his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts. Warm to the touch, and seemed so soft. Practically calling for him. “Someone must have spilled some when nobody was looking.”

“Do you think it’ll come out?” She asks, still pouting as he placed his hand on her belly, gently pulling her up into a sitting position so he could work her arms out of her sleeves before grabbing at the bunched fabric resting at her waist and blessed finally pulling her dress all the way off. Rhaellar collapses back onto her bed, seemingly content without all that added weight. “That’s one of my favorite dresses.”

“I’m sure it will wash out just fine.” Maegor says, barely even paying attention anymore as he looks at her. The way her underdress flowed over her body, highlighting every curve he longed to squeeze at. Shamelessly, he reached down to adjust himself in his pants, before pausing and reaching for the fine leather belt holding his trousers up. “Seems unfair for you to be the only one near naked.” He whispers huskily, not waiting for a response as he pulls the belt from its loops, letting his pants drop down to his ankles before kicking them off along with his boots.

Rhaellar blinks at him, slow and heavy, trying to process the sudden sight of Maegor’s heavy cock twitching against his pale thigh, flushed red and leaking at the tip. “Maegor?” She suddenly whispered, a hint of wariness in her voice.

“Don’t need to be afraid, Mhysar.” He says, shedding his shirt, leaving him completely nude before her. Reaching his hand down to grasp her ankle and yank her to the edge of the bed, ignoring her high pitched squeal. “I’ll make it good for you too.”

“Make what good?” She asks, her head spinning as he grasped the hem of her underdress and yanked it up her body so hard that it almost ripped, ignoring her flailing until it was finally off and she lay shaking and wide eyed beneath him, her hands laying limply at her sides with no idea what to do in her drunken state.

“So beautiful.” Maegor sighs, cupping her cheek, big warm palm caressing freckled skin before sliding down, over her neck and collarbones, stopping over her chest to give one of her breasts a firm squeeze before continuing his venture over her belly and down to her thighs. “Come on, Love, open up for me.” He whispers, leaning down to breathe hot air over her pale curls, just over where her legs were clamped shut, preventing him from seeing all that he wanted to look at. Unwilling to be deterred when he was so close to getting all he wanted, he wedged his hands between the plush flesh of her thighs, rubbing his thumbs against her skin before he started to slowly pry them apart. Her wiggling and kicking futile, especially when he managed to duck his head down and press a sloppy kiss to her now exposed pussy.

“Oh!” Rhaellar yelped, jolting in place, her hands going down to tangle in her nephew’s hair. “M-Maegor, you can’t do that!” She says, trying in vain to push his head away and only succeeding in making him growl.

“You’re already so wet down here, bet I could just slip my cock in right now.” He groans, licking a broad stripe up the split of her cunt, nosing at her curls almost affectionately. Perverse man that he was, getting off on the scent of her wetness. “But I won’t do that. Wanna make you feel so good that you come begging for more.” He huffs before he takes her clit into his mouth and sucks.

Rhaellar whines, eyes rolling back into her head and her hips jerking up, pushing further against his face. One of her hands leaves his hair to clamp over her mouth, afraid of the noises falling from her own lips. But Maegor would have none of it, one of his own hands shooting up to grab hers and roughly pin it down by her hip. And the glare he gave her…..it was like she just threatened to kill him. Her punishment was even worse, her eyes growing teary when he nipped at her pussy lips, giving one of them a harsh tug just to see her wince and tear up.

“You don’t get to hide anything from me anymore.” He says, running his teeth over her clit in a way that had her shaking. “This is all mine now, Mhysar. Trying to hide it, to quiet yourself, that’s thievery and I won’t tolerate it.” He says, digging his nails into her thigh, sure to leave crescent moon shapes in her skin for days. “Tell me you understand.”

“I-I understand.” She says, melting with relief when he eased his grip on her, giving her pussy a few soft little kitten licks in what almost felt like an apology for his previous roughness.

“Pretty girl.” He whispers, moaning against her wet flesh when he works a finger into her Virgin pussy, oh so careful not to press too far in. He wanted to break her hymen on his cock, after all. “So beautiful, so fucking tight. I’m going to fill this perfect, gorgeous cunt up with my seed.”

Rhaellar doesn’t respond to his words verbally, her mind a haze, unable to even think between the pleasure and the alcohol floating through her veins. “Maegor.” She slurs, pussy clenching on air when he pulls away from her to work his way up her body, licking and kissing the same path his hand had gone down before he reached her lips, overeagerly shoving his tongue so far into her mouth that she almost choked. One arm wrapping around her hips, holding her close as the other positioned his cockhead against her winking hole.

“Hold me, my love.” He grunts against her mouth, tapping at her entrance insistently, smearing thick globs of white precum all over her wetness. Her arms shot up, trying to wrap around his thick barreled chest, her nails digging into his back when he finally pushed the head in, splitting her open to make way for the rest of his length.

“Gonna break.” Rhaellar whines, tears already building in her eyes, even when he tried to kiss them away. “T-too much. You’re too much!”

“No, love, I’m not.” He pants, hiking her legs up onto his hips, the angle making the glide a little easier as he finally broke past that little flap of skin inside of her, making a trickle of blood leak and mingle with their combined fluids. “You just need to get used to me, and you will.” He says, placing a hand by her head, using it to properly balance himself. “Gonna fuck this perfect pussy at least twice a day. Make sure my seed takes root inside of you. You’ll give me a baby, won’t you?” He pants, eyes fluttering closed as he starts rolling his hips, slowly fucking in the last few inches of his cock.

“A baby…..” Rhaellar whines, her head spinning. Images of a little Maegor resting against her heaving chest after birth, bloody and wailing, little wisps of silver hair plastered against their forehead. Tiny little fingers and toes, chubby cheeks with her freckles painted across them, and baby blue eyes that would change color as they aged.

“Yeah, a baby.” Maegor says, his mind filled with similar images, unable to stop himself from slamming in to the hilt, muffling her shriek with the palm of his hand as he kept talking. “If it were any of my other wives, I’d say I want a boy. But with you, all I want is a little girl. A little girl with your eyes who loves the sea. That’s what I want for us.” He grunts, humping her core more fiercely, pushing his lower belly against her in such a way that had her clit grinding against it incessantly, adding to her arousal, as reluctant as it was. “Cum for me, ābrazȳrys.”He says, the fat of her ass jiggling with every downward thrust, the tip of his cock rubbing against her cervix painfully. But…..in a way that seemed to only add to her high.

Whimpering and half out of her head, she moved her hands up to Maegor’s face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a warm kiss, letting him lick and bite at her tongue as much as he pleased as her orgasm crashed over her in heavy waves, aided by his relentless motions. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stopped and pulled out, though it was short lived by the way he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and pressed his cock back into her with one thrust that had her crying out.

“M-Maegor, not so soon!” She pleads, her tits swinging under her as he picks up the same speed he had before, hands firmly on her hips to pull her back towards him with every thrust forward, like a battering ram inside her cunt. “It’s so sensitive. It hurts!” She sobs, though it did nothing to deter him, if his savage grunts were anything to go by.

“It doesn’t stop til I cum, wife.” He says, his head dropping down, chin pressed against his chest so he could watch the way her stretched out cunt struggled against him, his cock slamming in and coming back out soaking wet. “Doesn’t stop til I fill this cunt with seed and maybe even for a while after that. You’ve hidden this sweet little treasure away from me for years, and now I’m finally plundering it to my heart’s content.”

Rhaellar hiccups, feeling like the air is getting forced out of her lungs everytime he fills her. His cock carving away at her insides, making room for himself there permanently. She’d never be the same again, her body would never forget the shape of his cock. Brown eyes filled with tears once more and she let out a half broken scream when he forced a pillow under her hips, making it rub against her raw clit.

“Give you two orgasms for every one of my own, wife.” He says as her eyes roll back into her skull, arms collapsing beneath her as that coil in her belly heats up again, tightening and tightening, fraying at the edges. “Never leave you without pleasure. Make you feel so good, you won’t ever be able to claim it as rape. Because I know you will, but this isn’t that. This is….this is love making, dōna ābrazȳrys. I love you.” He says, feeling a weight lift off his chest at the words. “I love you so much, since we were little. And now you’re mine, not Aenys’ or some fat little lord’s. Mine.”

“Maegor.” Rhaellar whimpers pathetically, drooling against the mattress, feeling it smear across her cheek with the way her body is pulled back and forth. Tired, so tired…..she couldn’t take much more.

“Rhaellar.” He mumbles in return, bending down to kiss her throat, so sweet and loving compared to the way the rest of his body was treating her, hips finally stilling against her ass as his cock twitches and spills inside of her, flooding her womb with his dna. He groans, low and deep, ass clenching as he drains his balls inside of her cunt, just as her eyes fluttered closed, and the world faded to black.

[ladyadaine]

"Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull, with the nerve to doubt her What does it matter? It's already done Now I've got to be there for her son"

"You won, and she chose you And she loved you and she's gone It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?"

[dedicatednotobsessed]

*sigh* I already miss you Comic Con.

I don’t often post personal things but I wanted to show off my Helaena cosplay from this last weekend 💚

Dreamfyre is made by beantoescrochet on Instagram and the tiara + dragonfly earrings is made by itsreginajeong on instagram (jewelsbyginaj on etsy) ✨

✨I had so much fun cosplaying as her and she is a definite do again✨

[vlyrn]

Jon ‘Griff’ Connington

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Cautious - c.ai , j.ai

In the stolen quiet of a crowded ship, Jon seeks out his lover not with duty but longing, allowing himself a brief, forbidden moment of tenderness that neither man can afford—but both desperately need.

The narrow corridor outside the crew’s quarters creaked beneath his boots as Jon made his way down the lantern-lit passage, the sway of the Shy Maid beneath his feet barely registering anymore. The scent of bilge water and old wood had become familiar, mingled now with the faintest curl of smoke from the galley stove and the sweat of too many men packed too closely. Still, Jon moved quietly, deliberately—like a shadow cast by the past he could never quite shake.

It was late, past the hour most had turned in. Young Griff was abed, dreaming perhaps of crowns or battles yet to be fought. The others played at dice or snored behind thin walls, and it was only in such narrow margins of silence that Jon allowed himself to slip the mask he wore so tightly. And tonight, that mask had worn heavy.

He paused outside the small storage cabin where Neri had taken to spending the quieter evenings—tucked away under the guise of reorganizing gear, mending leather, or simply finding solitude in the press of too many bodies. Jon could offer no official reason for being there. But still, his hand rested on the latch a moment too long before he opened it and stepped inside.

The air within was warmer, closer. One lantern burned low, its flame casting amber-gold light over Neri’s silhouette. He was seated on an overturned crate, idly thumbing the edge of a whetstone, though the sword beside him looked already sharpened. His eyes lifted at the sound of the door, and Jon felt the familiar pang low in his chest—the one that struck each time he saw the young sellsword looking at him like that. Like he mattered. Like he was not merely a disgraced lord in exile, clinging to old glories and fragile hopes.

“You shouldn’t linger too long,” Jon said, voice low but not unkind. He closed the door behind him with care, letting it rest on the latch. “Too many eyes, even now. The boy is cleverer than we give him credit for.”

He meant it as a warning, or a reminder—something firm, protective. But the words fell flat in the narrow room, swallowed by the closeness of it.

Jon exhaled. His resolve, always worn and frayed at the edges when it came to this man, slipped.

“I don’t come to scold,” he said more quietly now, stepping forward, boots muffled by the salted planks beneath them. “But I do come… because I needed to see you.”

Neri didn’t speak, but the tension in his shoulders softened slightly. Still, Jon could see it plainly—the hunger behind his silence. Not for words, but for something far more dangerous in these tight quarters: a kindness, a touch. The sort of touch men like them could never admit to wanting.

Jon reached out then, slowly, and let his fingers graze the side of Neri’s face—rough jawline softened by firelight. His thumb lingered along a cheekbone, the gesture unhurried, reverent. He cradled his face like it was something precious and forbidden all at once.

“You look at me like I could give you the world,” he murmured, voice thick with the weight of unsaid things. “But I have so little left to offer.”

Neri leaned into the touch despite himself. That subtle press of cheek to palm, the way his eyes fluttered half-shut—Jon felt it like a bruise beneath the ribs. He knew the boy was starved for it. They both were, in truth. Affection was a luxury neither of them could afford, yet in this hidden sliver of night, aboard a ship crowded with secrets and half-truths, it was the only currency that mattered.

Jon let his hand linger, thumb brushing once, twice, over the curve of a cheek. He could feel the warmth of Neri’s breath between them, could hear the faint rustle of fabric as the other man shifted infinitesimally closer. If someone passed by the door now—if someone noticed the hush, or the pause in silence—it could undo them both. But Jon did not move away.

“I’ll stay only a moment,” he said, though his voice betrayed no intention of leaving soon. “Just… let me look at you.”

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Masterlist

[lqynxv]

jon connington is up there in my favourite asoiaf characters for a lot of reasons but the main one is he saw one (1) targaryen man and it was the nail in the coffin for his heterosexuality

[ligawolfcosplayandarts]

WINTER IS COMING!!

Sandor Clegane aka The Hound in snow was perfect moment.

photos by: https://instagram.com/tmargs_photography?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

[lightfromlights]

malas noticias chicos me he visto la segunda temporada de juego de tronos entera en día y medio y tengo tal cacao mental de todo lo que pasa que lo único que sé con seguridad es que por fin ha salido brienne ❤️

[pigeon-princess]

Being from Lonely Light and also having constant dragon dreams means that Gwyn has a lot of interesting things to say. Oswick and Toby are not always keen to hear about them. You start saying things like "My Nan turned into a whale when she died" and "I saw a stranger trying to communicate with me via a glass candle" and people start getting weird about it. Let the Targaryen speak, I say!

Characters are: 🐗Oswick "Redtusk" Crakehall by @oneirotect, our ASOIAF GM ☀️Tobiah "Toby" Martell by Nico 🦑Gwyndon "Gwyn" Pyke by me

[elizabeththesevere]

Passive aggressive Game of Thrones artwork for the office space, inspired by the 90s motivational posters.

Hehe keep your manager on their toes when you put these posters in your cubicle. (I won't be liable if HR wants to speak to you hahaha)

I will be making these for Singapore Comic Con 2023. Please come visit us!

[moltensmusings]

Every time I see a voice actor say they need to back out of guesting at a con for any variety of unexpected life events only to look in the comments and see people complaining about "wasting money on a ticket they can't refund" I always get really confused. Like why are you spending money on cons if you're not going to enjoy your time there?

Voice actors cancel all the time. Yes it's sad when they can't make it but it's not the end of the world. Look into panels, see if other guests going are more what you're wanting to see. Check out vendors and artists. Hell if you have a cosplay go just to wear it. Banking entirely on a voice actor being there as to whether you want to go or not and then blaming them/getting mad at them because you spent money on something is just incredibly rude.

If someone is going through a difficult time it's not your moment to step in and make it about you.

[limerental]

honestly pros of twn rience are just. that line about fire magic destroying the soul or whatever. it's very sick that they looked at a character that in the books is essentially just a henchman with few magic tricks of his own and were like "anyway he's specifically into fire in a nasty way". gives him a nice aesthetic that simply didn't exist in the books.

the cons of twn rience are everything that happens in s3.

[ladyadaine]

Streets are saying the dragon has three heads means a polycule with Dany, Jon and fAegon, Challengers style