#oberynmartell

[woodenplankstudios]

Choose your daddy

Celebrating the internet's newest geeky darling today

[dragonsrfire]

A CASE STUDY - THE BI VIBE

No Context but I rest my case.

The bi-energy of these guys, is something too powerful for this world

[stxvengrant]

Game of Thrones — Prince Oberyn Martell

[josephquinnswhore]

Eternal Destiny Masterlist

Fluff: ☁︎ Hurt/comfort: ❀ Angst: 𖤐 Requested: 𐦍 Smut: ☾

Eternal Destiny series

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x female reader.

★ Chapter 1 - Preparation for a Royal Wedding

★ Chapter 2 - Bound by Destiny

★ Chapter 3 - The Prince of Dorne

★ Chapter 4 - Betrayal of Traitors

★ Chapter 5 - The Marks Coordinates

★ Chapter 6 - Consequences and Loss

[janddrawn]

What if...? 😁 #GoT x #TLOU

[elitaelkana]

𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄. ━━━━━━ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀☆ | ᴛ ᴀ ɢ s ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❪ #oberynmartell #theredviper #gameofthrones #asongoficeandfire #asoiaf #got #hbo #dorne #fanart #fanartfriday #conceptart #artistsoninstagram #visdev #illustration #characterart #animationart #characterdesign #visualdevelopment #animation #wacom #procreate #dtiys #drawthisinyourstyle ❫ (at Dorne) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnO7slVLGq0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mundoasoiaf]

"Aí os esperava a terceira Serpente da Areia. Ela estava sentada de pernas cruzadas numa almofada sob o estrado onde se situavam os tronos, mas levantou-se quando entraram, trajando um vestido justo de samito azul-claro com mangas de renda de Myr que a fazia parecer tão inocente quanto a própria Donzela. Em uma mão segurava um pedaço de bordado em que estivera trabalhando, na outra um par de agulhas douradas. Seu cabelo também era dourado, e os olhos eram profundas lagoas azuis… e, no entanto, de alguma forma eles lembravam ao capitão os olhos de seu pai, embora os de Oberyn tivessem sido negros como a noite. Todas as filhas do Príncipe Oberyn têm os seus olhos de víbora, percebeu Hotah de repente. A cor não importa." - O Festim dos Corvos // O Capitão dos Guardas

🎨: Bella Bergolts

[skllingtonx]

Why aren't there more Oberyn Martell fanfics? Especially ones where he lives and the oc loves both Oberyn and Ellaria?

Why do so many of the fanfics i read for Oberyn make the oc call Ellaria a whore and hate her?

I just want more Oberyn/OC/Ellaria happy ending fics.

[popcultureleftovers2]

#thelastofus #joelmiller #ellie #pedropascal #bellaramsey #hbo #gameofthrones #oberynmartell #RedViperofDorne #daddy #accidentaldad #babyyoda #starwarsmemes #starwars #themandalorian #thechild #grogu #dindjarin #theasset #thebounty #inthememetime #memes #podcast #memes #podcast #popculture #pcl #popcultureleftovers #leftoverarmy #nocontextmemes https://www.instagram.com/p/CpRPp2ksj52/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sageinsubculture]

Zaddy, oil, by Sage Vasquez

[daydreamingmiller]

PEDRO PASCAL as OBERYN MARTELL game of thrones (2011-2019)

[frodo-baggins]

your sansa icon makes me smile every time i see it - i’ve been missing her :’)) ♡

ah this makes me so happy to hear! 💖 i love and miss her so much too!!! 🥺 literally one of the best characters of all time

[redbelles]

four? thousand? four thousand followers? cannot believe so many people are along for the ride as i cycle through various interests like a clown on a stationary bike!

okay seriously though, thank you! 4k is a milestone i never even imagined back when i first started giffing. to celebrate, i've decided to do a little mini prompt fest! to join in, just follow the rules below:

⬩ pick a color palette from this site (you can go ahead and create your own or use a premade palette) ⬩ pick a number between 1 and 50 ⬩ send me an ask with the color palette (either the name or a direct link) and the number and i'll make you a surprise gifset!

finally, i want to shout out some of the incredibly talented people i follow! tumblr doesn't allow more than fifty mentions per post these days (why this) so it is by no means a complete list, but these are some of the writers and gifmakers who brighten up my dash and inspire me every day! check them out below the cut ♥

A-D

@alethiometry @alinaastarkov @anya-chalotra @anya-chalotra @bamf @berthas-russells @bladesrunner @boozerman @brittany @caernua @carry-the-sky @charmtion @chris-evans @christophernolan @denvilleneuve

F-M

@facinaoris @floencepugh @gresit @ivashkovadrian @justadram @karenpage @kylos @ladyverdance @lucrezia-borgia @maddenrichard @madeline-kahn @marazhaiaezyrraesh @moonlight

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@neuxue @ninzied @oberynmartell @onewingedangels @rhodeys @romanimp @sheryl-lee @sjoongki @sluttyhenley @stephsu @stevienick

T-Z

@therectoress @timothyolyphant @tomcriuse @ughmerlin @useragarfield @usershelby @villainelle @wolfes @yenvengerberg @zombeesknees

[josephquinnswhore]

Eternal Destiny

Chapter 1

Pairing: Prince Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader

Summary: The Royal Family are in need of a Chef to cater for a huge Wedding, for King Doran and his soon-to-be wife. Your boss, Edmund has an opportunity you can't refuse.

Word Count: 2.3k

Destiny was an almighty ruler of Dorne. It was an unspoken law everyone abided by, those who dare disobey weren't immune to the consequences. Dire consequences you had seen at the hands of your father-a great injustice was served that day.

Your sister Mailie was 10 when destiny showed you it's darkness after betrayal. A sickness overcame her, a fever in which no Doctor in the town could reverse, no symptom could be treated, the sickness was incurable. She was doomed at the hands of her own father's sin, Lust, Greed. His infidelity shun shame through your family, the town quickly became aware of this scandal, his need for a son after his wife bearing him two daughters. He couldn't accept it, he despised his destiny, and he was reprimanded for his disobedience. After Mailie's death was where the real punishment began its reign, your mother divorced him and kicked him from the house, his remaining daughter, you had disowned him. Through a course of actions played by his own hand and no family to claim, he was rejected, and therefore doomed to the town as an omen of bad luck. This resulted in his execution, the House of Martell were old fashioned in the way they still wield their swords, being an extension of themselves, your father died at the hands of the King himself.

Your own Destiny however, had led you in the direction of sorcery to pass the time, over the years collecting Viles and old hand me down books gifted from your grandmother who also practiced. You were primarily focused on potions, how to heal, although part of you did divulge into a particular script on a scroll containing pieces of dark magic, potions, spells and something you hadn't practiced before. What started off as a hobby quickly turned into a lifestyle, your small home full of candles, ornamental trinkets, fermented animal fetus' and a large library of books. As much as you loved to divulge into the practice you weren't qualified in medicine and this hobby didn't pay the bills. You pour the cooling liquid into a small vile and push the wooden cork firmly, securing the translucent liquid that you would use later tonight, gluing the label "sleep potion" onto it. You blew out your candles, thanking the Moon and Sun for their presence during your session, "I bid you hail and farewell as you continue your day. May your wisdom guide me today and give me strength." The wick of the candle emits a smoke that invades your nostrils, you inhale the smoke, welcoming the comforting smell before dressing yourself in your all white, work attire.

Unsurprisingly you ended up as a qualified chef, you spent 4 years at culinary school and for the past 6 months had been working under the guidance of Edmund Kelp. He was an older man, head covered in white hair, short and full 'round the waist. "A skinny chef is a bad chef." He said, almost daily, as if he had to convince you his food was good-it was more than good; it was exquisite. You were grateful for such a talented man to be your guidance, he had often worked and boasted about how he had catered multiple events for the Royal Martell Family. You, as his top graduate, he admired and always told you that you would have the same opportunity, you always denied it, in your humbleness. You had no idea how Edmund would set you up with such a life-changing opportunity.

The walk from your apartment to the Kitchen was brisk, trying to avoid the business of what was to become of the streets in less than an hour, the town holding fortnightly markets that gave locals a chance to make some extra money and the town an outing for the day. The sun had barely risen by the time you unlocked the door to the kitchen, its yellow hue brushing past the trees and kissing your body with its warmth, welcoming you to the new day and putting a smile on your face. You shut the door behind you as you waltzed through the building, jumping as Edmund startled you, his company welcome although unexpected. "You're up early today." He looked up from the notepad he was reading from with a smirk, growing more with an upward curl of his lip. "I'm opening this morning, Tab." You tilted your head in question with an eyebrow raised, eyeing him suspiciously. "You feeling okay Ed?" He discarded the paper note on the bench and threw his hands up in faux defeat, "you got me. I've got an offer for you; and you'll be insane to refuse it." You lean against the bench crossing your arms, "okay.." You take the bait. "I'm retiring from catering events. Which means you'll be catering for the King's Wedding in 10 day's time." Your face drops momentarily in shock and smack Ed's arm playfully, "don't joke Ed." You're met with a genuine smile and excitement overcomes you providing a boost of dopamine. You're both laughing and it dawn on you that 10 days is not enough time to plan, make a menu, order ingredients, note dietary restrictions and allergies. "How am I going to do this all with only 10 days, this is impossible." Ed chuckles, "I wouldn't set you up for failure Tab, the Kings going to have his own company fast track the delivery so you can get things done." You exhale the anxieties, relieving you of your stress.

A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts and you're met with a man wearing the Martell House colors, his Brown pants complimenting the yellow Vest and yellow long sleeve button up underneath. "Sir Kelp," he addresses Ed formally before turning to you addressing you by your name, "my name is Fredrick, I am King Doran's personal assistant, I am here to deliver the list of food allergies and preferences of our guests. Please do contact me if there are any questions, or when you are ready for us to order ingredients. It's been a pleasure meeting your acquaintance." Your smile meets your eyes as they squint, offering your hand and shaking the man's hand, "thank you, it's been a pleasure." He nods once more before leaving and you turn to Ed who has a smug look on his face. "I won't brag and say I'm right, however." He shrugs his shoulders casually, kneeling down to check the fridge below the bench. "This wouldn't have happened without you, Ed." He shakes his head, dismissing you. "Don't do that Tab, this opportunity is yours because you're hard working, dedicated and talented. Even though you can be hot headed, Tabasco." You snort and shove him playfully, "how can I ever repay you Ed?" He squints as he looks up to you, "make a trip to the market and fetch some fresh lemons, would you?" You smile, "course Ed, will a dozen do?" Ed stands, pulling some breakfast items out setting them on the bench, "that'll do fine Tab." "Be back shortly."

As you expected, the town square was filled with people, the sound of children laughing and coins clattering together in the cash registers came together in an aura that warmed you from the inside. You squeeze your shoulders together, shimmying past people apologizing as you push past them, making your way to Don, at the fresh Citrus stand. "Mornin' kid, a dozen for Ed?" You nod and chuckle, "please Don, you know what he's like. I'll get a fresh lemonade too please, they're to die for." Don laughs at your exaggeration, although it is no exaggeration. "Comin' right up kid." He places your lemons in a tall brown paper bag and sets them on the counter, starting to squeeze the lemons by hand to make your fresh lemonade, adding a mere half a teaspoon to your preference, adding extra ice as it all comes together in the cup. "Ed's got it all covered, so you're good to go." You reach into your pocket and hand him a $20 bill, over an hour of your wage, if there was anyone that deserved this tip, it was Don. He worked extra hours on weekends at the markets, money for his sick wife that couldn't afford treatment, and Don couldn't afford to stop working. "Can't accept this, kid." Don offers the money back and you fill your hands with the bag of lemons and your cup, "you deserve it Don, give greetings and well wishes to your wife for me." Don sniffles nodding, "yeah, I'll do that." It was as if the market was as busy as ever, the smell of fresh food cooking wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in defiance as you walked away from the stalls. You bring the cup of fresh lemonade to your lips and take a big gulp, the acidity and tanginess settle on your tongue, humming in delight you momentarily close your eyes, a decision that led you to bump into someone, sending you tumbling to the ground and spilling your sweet drink.

You grunt at the pain in your tailbone that shoots up your back, "I'm sorry my lady, do forgive me." You look upward, the tall man standing in front of the sun blocking the brightness from your eyes creating a beautiful sight, the casual black clothes tightly fitted accentuating his muscles. The sun glowing around him, his tanned skin glowing, his face one of worry as he crouches down to you to help pick up some lemons that had rolled out of your bag, holding them in his arms, helping you to your feet, his large hands around your waist. You straighten your back and adjust your posture, empty cup in hand as the contents start to dry on the concrete.

"Please don't apologise I wasn't watching where i was going." You admit, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear in a nervous twitch. The man's eyes are watching you, observing. The dark brown eyes wandered your body, an unusual feeling of something stirred in your stomach. "Sorry." He mused, knowing you caught him starring, "here, may I buy you another drink?" You accepted the bag of lemons thankfully and offered a sympathetic smile, "I would love to, but I'm sorry I've got to get these back to work." His hand rested on your forearm, and it sent a shiver up your body, your arm tingling from his touch, you returned the kind gesture and his eyes met yours, offering nothing but kindness. "I hope I see you around again gorgeous." Your cheeks heat up and the redness reaches your ears, "me too." Your voice is sincere, and he shuffles to the left to let you pass, you walk past the man, looking back at him halfway up the pathway offering a shy wave before going back to the restaurant and dumping the bag of lemons on the counter, Ed cooking for the customers that had made their way in for some brunch.

"What took you so long hm?" Ed nudges you playfully and you shrug, "just met the most handsome man ever and I'll never seen him again." You groan, leaning against the bench, moving out of the way not to impose on the cooks in the kitchen that greet you as they walk past.

"You just gotta trust your destiny," you sigh and nod in agreeance. "No drink this morning?" Ed watches you as he starts to assemble and plate the bruschetta he had been preparing. "Spilt it." Ed hums and you stand in silence for a moment when a waitress walks through the kitchen with a cup of liquid gold in her hand, "someone left this for you, Tab. Asked me to give it to you." Your eyebrows pinch together and take the cup, eyeing the scribble on the side, 'a replacement, as an apology.' Your eyes widen and stare at the waitress, "is he still here?" She shook her head, "he just dropped it off and left, it was weird." You bring the cup to your lips and groan in satisfaction, it was perfect, exactly how you liked it, light on the sugar and a heavy note of tanginess that lingered on your tastebuds.

"Destiny, eh?" You smile at Ed and shove him, the waitress taking the plates as he exits the kitchen, leaving you two to converse. "Head home Tab, get started on that menu." "Sure thing, thanks again Ed, for everything." For the opportunity, the advice, the support, for being like a dad.

He dismisses you with a wave of a hand and you begin your short journey home, enjoying the small amount of peace you would have before you dedicated the next week and a half to make sure the Royal Family wedding was perfect. You sit at your dining table and unfold the dietary requirements and food preferences, your pen in hand with your notebook as you begin to write notes, ignoring the tingling sensation on your wrist where the handsome man had touched you.

-No seafood. No peanuts. No Banana.

-Maximum 2 Entres

-Firm 3 Main Meal options, (no required Vegetarian/Vegan)

-1-2 Dessert options required. 1 Dairy/lactose Free option required.

You'll be fine, you could do this. It would only be easier if you could stop thinking about that handsome, nameless man from the markets, he would be a welcome inconvenience.

[memoir-of-stars]

Mutuals Appreciation Post

Since another year is nearing its end I wanted to take the time and thank you all for being with me on this journey, here in our little corner of the internet ✨

In times like these I am grateful for logging in and seeing you all still there, enjoying the content you love, despite or maybe more accurately because of everything going on.

Even though we might be separated by a screen and many miles, there's still something that connects us nonetheless, and I am grateful for it!

To good health, happiness and joy - and many more blorbos to obsess over ✌️

I'm wishing you all a Happy New Year!! 🎉🎉

Let's hope it's a good one, without any fear xoxo

a-l

@0biwan, @alexxadontplaydespasito, @amlovelies, @angstlordkyloren-blog, @ansheofthevalley, @attendantheert, @bardstarion, @bareillykibarfis, @bb-8, @bellahadar, @benkylo, @bensoulo, @chameleon13, @chandriiila, @cheekymcgrath, @cherrylipstick85, @cinnamonsugars, @clarasimone, @danerystarg, @danyofdragons, @darlingavasilva, @dindja-rin, @erensvalkyrie, @fandomsbyladymelodrama, @fatui-harbingers, @floralsapphics, @gryffinoir, @harleydaenerys, @helloyouboreme, @i-am-confusion-03, @idrewbedraggledbreaths, @itsasiaraven, @jasonstodds, @jediyungling, @jessicaarmstrong-blog1 , @jjomarchs, @joffreydahmer, @jorahssquire, @justcallmesandwich, @katniiss, @kenocbi, @korva-ren, @kylowren, @ladybayba-reylogoddess, @ladysansa, @leaiorganas, @lennat2, @lodessa

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@manqoz, @millicentcordelia, @mormontofrivia, @morphoportis, @mrsreysoloandmrbensolo-blog, @mxxnlane, @nickskywalk, @oberynmartell, @outofmidgar, @ovaryowner, @peonypossumprincesa, @peppermintvader, @poguesandflowers, @poirot, @psy-kylo-gy, @queenlovett, @quotebro1

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@raskolnikovkinnie, @redhccdjay, @rey-kryze, @reylostinparadise, @rhaenyratargeryn, @ringo-the-mopheaded-timelord, @saccharineseas, @sailoreuterpe, @sailorshadzter, @salzrand, @sansa-margaery-blog, @sapphicrhaegon, @saraskywalkersolo, @seaworthqueen, @seculrhaze, @snips-skyguy-squad, @sorceresscirce, @sourdoughserenity, @spaceownsme, @starksinthenorth, @stay-original-never-fake, @strikingjann, @supremeleaderbutttouch, @tampire, @terisrog, @the-maidofmischief, @theskinofmyemotions, @timelordsensatemove2, @tiny-foot-bitch, @tinywalder, @tisdae, @toas-tea, @tomswambsgan,@twofacedharveydent, @universeisshifting, @unsoughtforandlost, @winterwakesthewolf, @yenneferdivengerberg

[firsttarotreader]

Speaking of him taking on bisexual roles, do you remember that interview he did when he was on GOT and the interviewer said something like “the boys love him, the girls love him and he loves them all” and then they point to Pedro and he’s like DUH. I wonder if that was more known back then. Like how would the interviewer have known to point to him as the “obvious choice.” I just always wondered if they knew something we didn’t. They kind of set the record straight right there and he agreed 😭🤣.

They were talking about the character, it was Pedro who willingly went like “DUH, that’s me!” 😜😜😜 Pedro unfiltered.