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hello random folie a deux inspo. where did you come from.
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👗 for Alyx and Samsa when they come to King's Landing, because first impressions are everything
Umm now's a good time to admit that I know nothing about fashion, let alone medieval fashion, so if anything is inaccurate 👉👈
I describe these outfits (more or less) in the first chapter of my fic (though you know that!) so I tried to represent what I had in mind!
Alyx Alyx smoothed her hands over her own dress; a modest gown of black linen, with red silk peeking from slits in the fabric like blood pooling from a wound. A light chain belt, smoky Valyrian steel, hung from her waist, and rubies flashed at her ears. “Well enough. There’s only so much I can do.”
Samsa “I’m not nervous,” Samsa countered. Perhaps it would have been wise to be. A pair of voices murmuring behind the door pricked her ears. She tried to parse their owners out as Alyx pinned her hair back with a sharp sliver of onyx bone. Alyx hadn’t even tried persuading Samsa into a dress. A black doublet with crimson cotton sleeves, embroidered in gold thread at the neck and sharp shoulders, was appropriate for meeting the king and queen, though perhaps not for a young girl. Her long cloak hid the menswear well enough; her dark pants and laced leather boots, not so much.
#house of the dragon oc#mail#oc: samsa vesgar#oc: alyx vesgar#thank youuu#for the ask!#i wish i could draw outfits sooo bad
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👗 for the icon Alyx?
Ooh, this one was interesting because halfway through I started to wonder what the typical style of House Vesgar would be, given they're a family of bloodmages who were likely very ceremonial in nature. Combining that with Alex's austere nature, I think she tends to dress more simply and practically. That's not to say she won't wear very richly made gowns, just that there's a time and place for everything.
Even though House Vesgar is quite wealthy, there's restraint in the clothing. That wealth is shown through fine details; fine fabric, delicate embroidery. Jewelry is usually Valyrian steel and fine gemstones, along with bones and teeth. Maybe even from past house/family members as a way to remember/honor them? I need to think on this...
She'll definitely dress more traditionally (or gaudily) on special occasional, and she's not opposed to showing off or drawing attention to herself, but she prefers a simpler look. Something that's not a pain to get around in.
With these pictures I'm imagining something like that bottom left black outfit with red stripes, gold embroidery... Flowing fabric, nothing too structured.
#house of the dragon oc#oc: alyx vesgar#mail#thanks for the ask!!#ngl this gave me a ton more house vesgar custom inspo#and a fucked up accessory for samsa to wear
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👗 any scene for finn?
This one was tricky because Finn is chronically stuck between wanting to flaunt his power/wealth (that comes from his husband) vs. appearing as masculine as possible— Generally I think of him in plain doublets (both to try to appear less feminine and as a result of growing up with less embellishment in the North) but I thought it'd be fun to dress him up, and I'm outlining around a wedding rn, soo... Wedding fit :3
Not his wedding, because that was rough
Couldn't find the exact clasp idea I had in mind but I have this vision of a cloak clasp made up of two eyes ala the sigil for House Flint ...
#definitely also wearing the house strong colors#as if he isn't known by reputation alone#oc: finn flint#ask game#thank you!!
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Princess Margaery Baratheon née Stark, daughter of Jon I Stark (Aegon V Targaryen) and Nadya Dormaire, wife of Edric Baratheon
Thank you @murmel-malt for another lovely commission! This is so gorgeous!💕
#asoiaf#game of thrones#other people's ocs#omg the DETAILS??#the gold sheen on the fabric??#stunning!!
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. ݁₊᪥⋆. ݁ I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating ― ❪ Jean-Paul Sartre – Being and Nothingness ❫
A beautiful commission done by the lovely @murmel-malt, who’s done a wonderful job of encapsulating Aelinor‘s rigid and absent presence in this painting of her. I’m oh so happy with this piece, and again, thank you so, so much! 🩷
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Nine mistresses of Aegon the IV
• Falena Stokeworth
• Megette
• Cassella Vaith
• Bellegere Otherys
• Barba Bracken
• Melissa Blackwood
• Bethany Bracken
• Jeyne Lothston
• Serenei of Lys
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New ask game: send me “👗 + oc name and a scene from their fandom” and I’ll tell you what they’re wearing in that scene
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Deirde Strong & Criston Cole

Chapter 7 of Children of Bone and Blood
Then, like the silence before the storm being splintered by a thunderclap, Criston surged forward and crashed his lips onto hers. They felt warm and dry, and the scent of cinnamon was now even sharper in Deidre’s nose. His hand slid from her shoulder, cradling her jaw. His calloused fingers were gentle but firm on her cheeks. Deidre froze in shock for only a beat, heart racing and eyes wide, before she found her lips giving and kissing him back. Was this what it was to be kissed like the maiden in the songs Alicent used to love so? Deidre had only ever kissed Rhaenyra and Alicent in games of fun, and then a brief kiss from a stable boy after a dare by her princess. Never this, breathless and warm, a heat rising in her chest to her cheeks, safety and certainty that she only wanted more of as she grasped Criston’s hair to pull him closer.

Preview for Chapter 8 of Children of Bone and Blood
She could feel the heat rising between them in the stillness of the moment, lingering on the edge of something dangerous. She knew this intimacy to be forbidden and fully of folly, and yet she could not forget that warmth of peace and certainty of safety she felt in his arms. He was the cinnamon, the sweet taste amongst the blood hand decay that haunted her dreams. Again and again, the gods whispered it. They whispered of him.
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#house of the dragon#house of the dragon oc#other people's ocs#OTP OTP OTP#such an amazing chapter!!
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Alyx and Albyn Vesgar, the Chimera Twins In their youth, Alyx and Albyn were the jewels of Crackclaw Point, sharp of face and mind, the golden-haired companions of the royalty of King's Landing. Inseparable, as twins often are, they spent the most of their days alongside Prince Viserys and Daemon; Albyn oft dominated the training yard as Alyx watched on, a sly smile affixed to her lips. Suitors sought Alyx and Albyn alike, and for a time Alyx was betrothed to young Daemon, but neither ever married, far preferring the company of each other rather than those they deemed 'outsiders.'
BEAUTIFUL commission i got from strongconnection not too long ago, they did so wonderfully on all the details and captured them both so well!! <3 <3 <3
#house of the dragon#house of the dragon oc#oc: alyx vesgar#oc: albyn vesgar#art#tentatively tagging some resident evil as well because that's just them#alex wesker#albert wesker#house vesgar
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Last Line Meme
Thank you to @exitpursuedbyavulcan for tagging me <3
This prompted me to get my arse into gear and make a start on chapter four of Fire on the Mountain. Here's a snippet of the last bit I wrote for it:
Gwayne nodded politely as Marybel swept past him and out of the chamber, leaving him alone with Lia. He pushed the door closed behind him, only pulling his hand away when he heard the latch click and was satisfied that they had privacy. Lia kept her back to him, though he could feel the pierce of her blue eyed stare upon him in the reflection of the looking glass she sat before. The soft glow of the sunlight through the window dappled upon her raven curls, highlighting the russet accents of chestnut within their strands. It was those titian hues he settled his focus upon; it lessened the risk of him withering beneath the scrutiny of her gaze. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands before him, the forest green wool of his doublet suddenly feeling as though it stifled him. "For your circumspection, my lady...I wish to offer my thanks." She snorted, a mocking, derisive sound that immediately made Gwayne bristle, his eyes narrowing as he settled his weight upon his right foot, cocking his head as he regarded her. "I did not do it as a favour to you," she uttered curtly, as she twisted the pendant of her necklace between two fingers. "Then why, may I ask, have you kept this to yourself?" He watched as she shrugged, letting go of her pendant to lean across the vanity and pick up her boar bristle brush. She did not need to use it - Gwayne could see that her hair was already immaculately styled; half of it pulled up into a bun to keep it away from her face, while the rest cascaded down around her back and shoulders. She was simply trying to look as though she did not care, and she was failing miserably. "It is not something I thought important enough to share with anyone. Do you think so highly of yourself that you assume I have nothing better to speak about?" She was acting like a petulant child. Gwayne could no longer suppress his amusement at her sullen behaviour, a soft chuckle escaping him as he shook his head. "I have offended you. Am I the first man not to fall for your...obvious charms?" Lia whirled around to face him then, fury blazing in her eyes, her brows pinched into an angry scowl. "I am not offended. I do not care. But you...you have spoiled everything!" Confusion settled over Gwayne, his mouth twisting as he struggled to comprehend her meaning. "I beg your pardon?" he asked, taking a cautionary step towards her. "I did not want to marry you, not at first," she sighed exasperatedly, standing and turning fully to face him, her hands held at her sides, palms up in a defensive gesture. "But then 'Nyra convinced me it would be a good thing, and I started to like the idea. And then you...you..." Lia sighed exasperatedly, the fullness of her bottom lip protruding in what Gwayne could only describe as a pout. He clutched his middle, the laugh that left him was loud and unrestrained - he could not have held it in even if he had wanted to. She was a brat. "You are annoyed that you did not get your own way, is that it?" he asked, once his laughter subsided.
No pressure tags: @the-dendrophile-bookdragon @yoursweetheartsrevenge @ladylokianna @blankfairy @rottengrowls
#tag game#other people's ocs#other people's writing#this is so cute#“She was simply trying to look as though she did not care and she was failing miserably.” IMAGINE GETTING READ SO THROUGHLY#can't wait to read
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Updated the family tree with new portraits for those who were lacking :3
HOUSE VESGAR at the start of the DANCE OF DRAGONS.
House Vesgar is one of the few remaining Valyrian houses in Westeros. While the Targaryens rule the sunset skies and Velaryons the salt sea, the power of the Vesgars has always been rooted in blood.
Claiming ancestry from one of the first shepherds of Old Valyria, House Vesgar once stood at the peak of power. Known as one of the finest families of bloodmages in the Freehold, they served as archons of the Ānogrion, and were the lords of the penal colony of Gogossos. As the dragonlords tore and fought in streaks of flame across the ashen skies, the Vesgars stood grounded, twisting flesh and blood to their will. Their very own bodies came to be corrupted by their rotten magic. As Valyria sat on the cusp of total destruction, House Vesgar was governed by a set of triplets, dubbed the Painted Ladies for the wine stain birthmarks marring their faces: Arra, Jaera, and Aunna. Their younger half-brother, Aenar Targaryen, warned them of his daughter’s vision of the Doom of Valyria. Naught but three years before the Doom, the siblings gathered their wealth, families, and abundance of knowledge and tomes, and settled on Crackclaw Point, just north of Dragonstone. They deemed their keep, Arlior Ānogrion, ‘the new temple,’ and the town that grew to surround it came to be known as Chimera’s Nest for the three-headed sigil they took upon arriving on Westeros’ shores. The bloodmages found few friends in Westeros, despite their tedious effort to balance assimilation with protecting their heritage and legacy. Secretive, House Vesgar may be, but outwardly cruel is not one of them; they are courtly and respectful, far removed from the bold viciousness of their dragonriding cousins. Those of Vesgar blood often bear common Valyrian features: silver hair, purple eyes. Some are born with crimson irises, others as black as dragonglass or as white as smoke. A certain sharpness of face, body, and mind is typical; some have been animalistic in nature, with an insatiable hunger for knowledge… or whatever vice they can get their claws into. Rumors spread of the Vesgars’ tainted blood and bodies; curses for their meddling with the human form. Bestial minds, sharp teeth, pointed ears, slitted eyes, tails. Outsiders point at the gaps in their lineage and scorn them as twisted stock. House Vesgar's sigil is a black-and-gold chimera on a crimson field, and their words are "All Things Devour."
this one's been sitting in my drafts for a while, figured it was time to set it free :3
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#house of the dragon#house of the dragon oc#fyeahhotdocs#oc: samsa vesgar#oc: finn flint#oc: trystane strong#oc: alyx vesgar#fic: all things devour#house vesgar
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Last Line Meme
Thanks for the tag, @exitpursuedbyavulcan! I actually did some writing yesterday!
This is from Chapter One of Arc II for Maiden!
“Would you like to hold him?” Rhaenyra had never gotten to hold one of her siblings. Dead upon their first breath, or too delicate in their final hours, or only a hope and a dream and nothing more. Only her father and the maesters had held Baelon. Rhaenyra had never been allowed to see him. He was heavier than she anticipated, and yet so much lighter than he appeared. His eyes opened further from their droopy, displeased look to stare up at her, face contorting in small displeasure at the brightness of the world, purple eyes meeting her own. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, words unbidden. He was so little. He was so little he nearly vanished in the sea of blankets wrapped around him, looking like Alicent save for the fine, silver hair upon his little, round head that was just like hers.
no pressure tags: @selfproclaimedunicorn, @sikudastoner, @rainwingmarvel7, @rottengrowls, @blankfairy, @noeverse, @alicentive, @lavellenchanted, and anyone else who'd like to! just say I tagged you <3
#house of the dragon#other people's writing#this is so tender and sweet#i really love the description in the first paragraph#“dead upon their first breath or too delicate in their final hours ... ”#sobs
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I feel like Trystane would be oversimplified. He's a very complex character with a lot of different things going on, and I feel like in fanon, he'd be flanderized as some fans latched on to one thing about him, depending on whether they love or hate him. Some would just play up the weird loner kid stereotype with him, maybe make him a pushover who can be manipulated. Others, especially some extreme TB fans, would turn him into a villain for his resentment of the Velaryon boys. Some well-meaning fans that loved him might totally focus his questions may make his fluid gender identity his whole character and not just a part of who he is, a very well rounded and fascinating character with a lot going on.
I think there might be a lot of fan theories about if he was piloting Bran or delivering him instructions during the events of GoT or vice versa. Something something green seer time travel phone call shenanigans. I would honestly love to see how crazy the fan theories would be around him and his abilities.
So sorry for the late answer!! I kept meaning to and then forgetting!
The flanderization is SO REAL. Definitely morphed one way or another depending on what someone likes most about him (or hates). He could be as blameless in the war as people say Helaena is or as vicious as Aemond seems.
I never thought about the Bran angle-- You're so right. I don't think enough about the time travel aspect of greenseers. The theories would go crazy!! I've already seen some insane ones involving the theory of greenseer Larys, so I don't think Trystane is getting off scot free!
#house of the dragon#oc: trystane strong#mail#thank you for the ask and sorry again#i've been so busy
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send this to all your favourite moots and grow a garden! KEEP THE GARDEN GROWING!🌼💚🌱💚🌻 🌳🪻🌼🍒🌹
<3 <3 !!
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hi y’all i just wanted to put you onto this fundraiser for the buffalo nations grasslands alliance. they’re trying to recoup some of the funds for black-footed ferret conservation on tribal grounds that the trump/musk administration has frozen, which is impacting not only the conservation efforts themselves but the livelihoods of the people working on them. the frozen grant is 1.1 million but this fundraiser has a goal of 50,000.
the fundraiser has 24 days left and has only reached 2% of its goal with 11 donations. black-footed ferrets are an endangered lazarus taxon that was thought to be extinct from 1979-1981 before being rediscovered by accident. they’re a miracle of conservation and it would be horrible to lose them for good, not to mention (again) the impact of people working with these animals losing their jobs which is outlined in the fundraiser link. indigenous-led conservation efforts are extremely important for a wide variety of reasons and as someone in the zoology area i feel obligated to share this fundraiser to contribute to those efforts.
i know that things are hard right now and there’s a lot of people and organizations all across the world that need help, so don’t feel pressured BUT if you have extra money and you can contribute to this fundraiser or share it with people who can that would be great.

super cute black-footed ferrets ^
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