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How to get around the Red Keep as a small person!
Step one: hop onto the train when mom doesn’t notice
Step two: pile more small people on when mom inevitably notices
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Myriah Martell
Commission for @metaphoricaljen on instagram
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Our 56th art piece is...
Elia Martell and Brandon Stark, by @sleazyjanet here on tumblr! For @girddlepatchilles.
We’re currently not taking further commissions. Check out our page for our current information and to see how you can still help Palestinians in need!
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Daeron and Myriah having a walk on the beach with their boys!
Bonus!:
He got sunburnt lol
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Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken ☀️🗡️
One of the most frustrating scenes I ever had to witness - for sure
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Lady Ashara Dayne "Even after all these years, Ser Barristan could still recall Ashara's smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders and those haunting purple eyes."
One of my favorite characters! She's described as very beautiful, maybe the most beautiful woman in recorded history if I remember correctly? I imagine her with a more modern, 'picture perfect' kind of beauty.
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Princess Elia and little baby Rhaenys
Based on Leyendecker's modern Madonna.
Commission post
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"Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her other-wise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?"
"Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked.
"He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door.
"There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way."- ACOK - Dany IV
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