#oc: larra westerling

[kingsroad]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — Little about Lady Larra Westerling was written into the pages of Munkun’s True Telling. Her name was mentioned only in passing — the reference to her brief and insignificant, as she was one woman among many in the Targaryen household at the time. She was the third daughter of a third son, lost among the boughs of an inconsequential family tree, brought to the capital on a pity-touched favor. But to others, to the mummers and the artists and the winesink songstresses of King’s Landing, she was the Blackwater Bard, who loved Prince Aemond Targaryen so fiercely that it’s said that she wept ink upon receiving the news of his death.

[wweskywalker]

🍂 October - November Commission Batch 1 🍂

Slide 1: Jace and Aegon The Elder alongside Vermax and Sunfyre commissioned by @raybyanothername

Slide 2: Larra Rogare commissioned by PenelopeTarg88

Slide 3: Alyssa Targaryen (OC) and Nettles

commissioned by duchesslantsov

Slide 4: Daemon Targaryen and Aelora Targaryen (OC) commissioned by saintswept

Slide 5: Self-portrait commissioned by hallowed.harpy

Slide 6: Jeyne Westerling, Robb Stark, and their children commissioned by LordStark5

Slide 7: Myrcella commissioned by LordStark5

[kingsroad]

» ocs & greek god parentage.

i was tagged by @chuckhansen to use this uquiz to figure out which greek gods gave birth to my little problem children. thank you!! i’m tagging: @emilykaldwen, @dragonsbone, @zoyazenik, @acrossthesestars, @jadore-andor, @prosemoireia, @babyroblns, @hiddenqveendom, @risingsh0t, @faeriemilf, @selfproclaimedunicorn​, @nokstella, and whoever else is interested!

ARES & ERIS —

Oh, sweet child of battle and strife! Your father is the untamed idol of war, and your mother the vengeful sewer of discord. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by power, bellicosity, and chaos. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of wrath, destruction, and revenge as you grow into your power.

ARES & ATHENA —

Oh, sweet child of battle and law! Your father is the untamed idol of war, and your mother crowned of wisdom and war. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by power, restraint, and logic. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of truces and duels as you grow into your power.

HADES & PERSEPHONE —

Oh, sweet child of the dead and flowers! Your father commands the Underworld, and your mother its beloved queen. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by sternness, mercy, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of blood and healing as you grow into your power.

[kingsroad]

— your heart & your path.

i was tagged by @chuckhansen​ to take these two uquizzes for some of my ocs! so here i am! i’m tagging: @babyroblns​, @hiddenqveendom​, @risingsh0t​, @faeriemilf​, @selfproclaimedunicorn​​, @nokstella​, and whoever else is interested!

molten lava and charred flesh ▸

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

the wisp ▸

A glow dancing along the moors, that what you left behind to free yourself. A twin or a shadow? A mirror? Do you know, do you care? (A moonless night, cold stars gazing down.) Do you remember, you had prayed for so long (someone, please someone help, please-)? Is it murder if you cleave yourself apart until you can’t even remember what you lost? You have left the forest, left the parts you couldn’t shoulder, behind. Sometimes, you have to break yourself apart, sometimes there is no other way.

a guiding, golden light ▸

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn’t mean that others can’t. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can’t bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you’ve lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn’t go out.

the path ▸

The memories left behind by others, each one taking their next step along side you. Softly rustling leaves in the wind, the full moon bathing the forest in a silvery light. A beaten path between towering trees, giant shadows slinking between them. Glowing eyes staring down at you, the animals' gazes piercing right through you. The fluttering of thousand of moths, each flap of their wings accompanied by whispers and the knowledge that somewhere someone's fate has taken a new path.