#HotD ocs

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Prolouge/?)

22 ac Kingslanding

Maegors pov

I could hear my good-sister's screams well into the night. I finally gave up trying to fid sleep once the hour of the owl came, I climbed out of my bed and went to where I knew my brother would be waiting until his wife had given birth to their child. She’s been in labor since yesterday at the hour of the wolf, surely she should have had the babe by now.

When I walked in I saw mother and father standing next to each other whispering as my brother sat in a chair sobbing.

“What’s wrong, she’s been in labor since yesterday, shouldn’t the babe be here?” I ask as I rub the drowsiness from my eyes. 

I watch mother and father look at each other silently having a conversation with only their eyes. Probably deciding if I should know or not. But it is not them who answers but my sniffling brother.

“The babe won’t come, the Maesters think Alyssa’s contractions are too weak.” Aenys sobs out.

“These are just guesses my son, they are giving her a concoction now to strengthen them.” Father says rubbing Aenys back as he sobs into his hands. 

I look at Mother and see a scowl on her face, she never liked how Father treats Aenys compared to me says he “treats him like some infant looking for their Mother’s teat.” and in this moment of watching his brother sob so openly, he wonders if his mother is right.

“What would happen if the concoction doesn’t work?” I ask looking from my brother to my Mother.

“Then we will have to choose who lives, the babe or the Mother.” Mother responds in a cold calculating tone. This only makes Aenys sob more.

“But it will not come to that, we have the greatest Maesters in all of the seven Kingdoms we have nothing to fear.” Father says trying to reassure Aenys again as he glares at Mother.

Mother scoffs and takes a sip of her amber gold wine, she doesn’t like it as much as Dornish red but ever since Rhaenys death she won’t touch anything to do with the Dornish. She often says. “They took my sister with that scorpion arrow, I suppose I am glad they had horrible aim and Meraxes did not perish either. If this, me not drinking their wine is the only way I can show how I hate them, then I will.” 

Mother and Father say Meraxes had seen the arrow coming, she had tried to dive so it wouldn’t his either her or Aunt Rhaenys, but she hadn’t noticed quick enough, and the arrow had split her in two. Meraxes has been inconsolable since her rider’s death, but Father has said he swears he sees her flying above Kingslanding over the last moon, as if looking, searching for something. This is odd as she much prefers the sulfur rocks and salty air of Dragonstone compared to Kingslandings stench and filth. 

I can not blame the dragon though, I do as well, I’d much rather be on our ancestral home instead of this filth-ridden city.

We all flinched, well besides Mother, when we hear a bone-chilling scream from Alyssa, and then it all went quiet. I hear Aenys sob more thinking his wife as perished until we hear the cries that only a healthy babe could make. 

Aenys bolts out of his chair and rushes to his wife, Mother, and Father not far behind them. I sigh in relief knowing I can finally get some much-needed sleep. 

The next morning I go to visit my new niece, when I enter I see my good-sister asleep on the birthing bed with new sheets dorning it so the stench of blood isn’t as pungent in the air. I turn and look at my brother who is smiling down at a bundle in his arms.

Are babes truly that small, Alyssa was huge and the bundle doesn’t even reach the length of my brother's forearm.

I’m cut out of my musing when Aenys looks at me smiling waving me over trying to keep quiet as to not wake his wife or the babe.

“Come meet your niece, Rhaella.” He says as he rests the babe into my arms making sure I hold her right.

When I look down I see her looking up at me with the most gorgeous lavender eyes I’ve ever seen, they take my take my breath away. I shake my head trying to gain my bearings again. 

“She’s so small, is she supposed to be this small?” I ask as I move some of the blanket to see a swarm of silver-white curls atop her little head.

“I had asked the Maesters the same thing, they said it’s normal for the first to be small.” He responds touching the tufts of hair upon her head. 

I nod not taking my eyes off hers, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. I sit on a plush armchair staring at her, staring at the very being who seems to keep my heart pumping now, the very thing I will always adore and cherish, the one thing, one person I could never hurt. I knew in this moment she would be the very focal point of my heart, but she would also be my very ruin.

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[juliaswickcrs]

HOUSE DAYNE OF STARFALL :: THE OLD THEREBEFORE ( insp.)

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[come-along-pond]

Alerie Tyrell & Alicent Hightower in 'The Black Rose'

Although not an official Ward of the Queen, Alerie Tyrell was often seen at her side, looking up to her, and mimicking her movements. The girl was her cousin's daughter, a Rose amongst dragons who clung to the Hightower for support. Alicent adored the young girl and was happy to teach the young girl how to be a lady, setting plans for her to marry her son Aemond.

These plans end when Alerie is betrothed to Jacaerys Velaryon, her childhood best friend. Alerie doesn’t turn away from Alicent, instead, she looks up to her even more to help her become a strong queen.

Things become much more complicated when The Dance of Dragons begin, and in House Tyrell’s bid to stay neutral, Alerie is forced to remain in Dragonstone, imprisoned.

Lowkey inspired by this edit by @juliaswickcrs, It made me want to try that sort of style. We can also thank them for helping me develop Alerie and her family!

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ╰┈➤ Day one: Godly parent.

Maedalyn Wyne Daughter of Aphrodite.

“Aphrodite,” I pleaded to the moon-drenched night sky. “Tell me; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?” From somewhere beyond the clouds, I heard the Goddess laugh. And I knew.

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[trixkygoddess]

Lady Gwendolyn “Gwenna” Hightower, Lady of the Tower, youngest child and daughter to Lord Otto Hightower, Hand of King Viserys, second son of House Hightower.

The Red Keep was a buzz with the excitement of promise of a new Prince or Princess for the realm. King Viserys had put together a tournament for the celebration and had invited almost the whole of Westeros to join in. That is why Lord Otto Hightower had granted his youngest child the privilege to be apart of the occasion. Not because it was conveniently the young girls own name day.

A fact Gwenna was sure he had forgotten of until the King himself had wished her a happy day and even suggested that tourney was also for her. A statement that made Gwenna pink from ear to ear but she dismissed gently and thanked him for the gesture.

Otto said not one word to her after that only sitting in silence in his seat next to the King whispering to him every now and then. Gwenna was upset yes but not as much as she probably should have been over the fact her own father had forgotten her day of birth.

Gwenna had other things to make up for it like her siblings who would send cards and presents to her from their own adventures across Westeros. Along with the recent inclusion of rather expensive gifts the crown would send her. A delight she received for the first time after her twelve name day, along with a very long apology letter sent from her Sister who had forgotten due to a trip she and the princess had took.

It was a little bit overwhelming hearing other Lords and Ladies she had only ever heard mentioned about give her well wishes and happy days to her when normally she would only hear from family but it kept a rather large smile on her lips. A smile that somehow got impossibly bigger when Prince Daemon asked for her favor in the joust.

[bloodskinandteeth]

THE HEIRS OF HOUSE GOLDWYNE (c. 125 AC) Godric, Harlan & Wylla

My House of the Dragon OCs brought to life by the talented @red-nightskies

[lya-dustin]

Shock and Delight

Chapter 15

Cw: medieval-ish reasonings of aromanticism and asexuality(technically demisexuality and demiromanticism because this is a romance fic), nudity, bad puns.

It troubles him how easily they fool everyone here.

Even the Morning Scandal was completely fooled by them, and no one could get away with that these days. That woman, whoever she was, knew everything except one thing.

He enjoys her company, the way she confides and treats him as if he were as dear to her as her infernal siblings. Friendship is easy with her; he knows her since they were babes, and she knows him as good as his own sister.

“That is not fair! How come you get your book first?” Aemma playfully took his hand after his manservant brought him the wooden box containing the first published edition of Archmaester Fomas’ The Lies of the Ancients.

“Because mine comes with an apology from your brother.” He skims through the heartfelt letter the prince then puts away for later. Aemond had not been expecting that, he will need someone unbiased to make sense of it.

While he has overcome the loss of his eye at Luke’s hand, he is not sure he is ready to forgive him for it, even if it was a terrible accident.

Aemma would tell him to forgive because she was also there and knows he did not want nor mean to do it anymore than Aemond wanted to hurt everyone that night while his mother would tell him the brat doesn’t mean it and it’s a ploy to weaken him.

Sylvi was completely unbiased about it and would allow him a moment of peace away from his family.

Away from Aemma who he has become too fond of as of late.

He had never been comfortable with showing any sort of affection with anyone save maybe his mother and sister and this morning, Aemond had leaned against her as they sat under tree and used the excuse of a few stray curls to touch her face.

The prince has no idea what gave him the impulse to do that, nor why he is looking forward to be in her company again. He thinks of her too often these days, of what she her opinion would be, or how she would laugh with him instead of at him.

Even worse, Aemma is prone to affection, and Aemond has no clue as to when he begun to crave it.

Like now that he told her of the book knowing she is dying to read it and how he will let her borrow it even if he’s said he wouldn’t. Because she would, squeeze his hands, hug him in gratitude or even kiss his cheek like she does with her brother and Aemond has no idea why he wants that.

He had attributed his desire to have her in his company alone to his selfishness, but now that they are alone in his room, he knows its not that.

They are friends, confidants, kin. They are not sweethearts, no matter how good they are at pretending they are.

He couldn’t be falling for her. It was impossible and she was meant for someone else, always someone else.

Aemond couldn’t be falling in love with her because he is incapable of it.

Now that the Queen has apologized for sending Lyonel her way, Aemma has a lot more freedom to do as she please.

Aemma only accepts it to be polite and puts the matter behind her. The queen is vying for her mother’s inheritance after all and there was that whole unpleasantness during her childhood because the king neglected his family and Alicent took it out on her when she could.

Still, it is nice to have access to the family library at any time she wants, and no interference in her and Aemond’s scheme. So far it has not gone well, the prospects have not managed to inspire anything in her save some inside jokes between her and Aemond at yesterday's ball.

Like at night when she can’t sleep and the narrow tunnel in the parlor leads here. There were not many new books here, well, ones that pique her interest. There were a lot of religious texts, very explicit pornography hidden in Aegon’s copy of the Seven-Pointed Star and some novels older than her. Everyone had their own books in their own bookshelves, for their privacy as one should.

She’d kill for her novel half-finished and forgotten at home.

Maybe she could borrow a book from him, his chambers were just on the other side of the library. The tunnel she came through led to his antechamber if she remembers from all those times they would sneak in and out of his rooms when they were little.

Aemond had gotten a copy of Lies of the Ancients this morning, since he is out tonight, he will not notice if she borrowed it and gets to sate her curiosity before hers arrives in a moon or so.

The Pearl of Dragonstone thinks she has been successful in her quest only to find the book’s owner wearing his leather coat cinched by his sword belt like a dressing gown. He had not noticed her in the antechamber, if he had he wouldn’t have removed his belt and tossed the leather coat onto a chair.

“Stealing books now, Aemee, what would Teora say?” He acts as if he weren’t caught in definitely stranger circumstances.

They were kin, no one would think it strange she would be here unchaperoned to borrow a book when she lives down the hall, but what was strange was Aemond sans eyepatch…and sans clothes?

“Why are you naked?” Aemma asks, trying her best not to look. She had gasped and turned around while shutting her eyes from the sight of a very naked Aemond, but the curiosity of getting a second glance at his chiseled body was putting quite the fight.

“I left my clothes at the brothel.” He answered vaguely and hurried to dress himself in his sleeping garments as quickly as he could. “You are welcome to look, Aemma, everyone there already saw me in all my naked glory. You may as well see why I am the most sought-after bachelor at Court.”

He must be quite the sight if he is bragging about his looks to her of all people.

“No thank you. I should leave.” If only he wasn’t near the door. And because she is trapped here until he has left the stairs that lead to the library, she asks, “Did you walk here with bare feet?”

“Only you would not ask why you are leaving a brothel naked, or why are you at a brothel in the first place.” He snorts at the strange question, because of course she would ask about that.

Ever since she saw greyscale on the foot of a servant, she’s dreaded ever walking without the right footwear. Especially in Kingslanding where everything is just so filthy. They had amputated the servant’s foot; the disease would’ve killed them all and spread its plague to everyone if they had not. Aemond knows of her fear of getting a disease like that, and the asshole loves to mock her for it as if greyscale had a cure.

“You wouldn’t answer them anyways, Aemond. Anyways, are you dressed so I may leave?” she makes no mention of the book in her hands. His teasing demands he lets her read the damn book.

“You are not leaving with my book. It is not so difficult to wait a month, little queen.” He answers her question by sneaking up behind her and making her jump when he suddenly speaks. The One-Eye fails to reclaim his book and the princess takes a mad dash out of there with a stifled laugh.

They could get into so much trouble, but it’s been a long time since she has had this sort of fun.

“But it’s terribly difficult for a man to wait until marriage given you sought out a whore. What was the name of the fine establishment you left your clothes in, dear uncle?” She doesn’t mean to say that, or at least sound like it bothered her while returning fire.

They are only friends. Just friends fooling everyone into believing they are courting. Nothing more.

Still, he rolled his eye as he settled on the longer of the couches in the library. “You can read my copy as long as you do it here, right now.”

“You will regret it.” The princess sits across from him so he can’t see where she is in her reading. It is a good deal… for her. Aemond will regret it at once, Aemma could annoy even the most patient of people with her incessant questions. “So, what made you run out of there bare as a buck?”

“Don’t push your luck, sweet niece.” He sighed knowing there was no escape. Besides from what she’s gathered Aemond doesn’t have any friends. He must be so lonely here. “Aegon happened to come with his lickspittles, tried to humiliate me and I left before the milk of the poppy made me forget I am not to use my fists to resolve all my issues.”

Aemond had earned a reputation after the Morning wrote how he beat Lyonel for her in Helaena’s drawing room. He is the gallant hero with perfect looks and a good strong fist.

Their false courtship was working like a dream. The queen was now trying her best to gently guide the more exemplary men at court her way to keep Aemond from her.

There was a raven from Dorne even, seeking to thank the Realm for some act of bravery from Daemon and his men by having Prince Qyle present it himself.

A match with Dorne would keep the peace between the Marcher lords of the Stormlands and the Reach with Dorne. Even if Qyle’s sister, Aliandra, was the heir, he brought the two Ps Viserys was known for: peace and prosperity.

But until Aemma finds a good husband, she and Aemond must play two youths in love.

“Gods, that’s terrible!” she cannot help her response and he nods in agreement. “I thought Helaena said he was past such horridness?”

“He reverts to that when things don’t go right, like how my mother used to put you down when father ignored us and made you diamond knowing no suitor would come because she feels threatened by your presence.” The prince explains things as if he were talking about the behavior of a pet and not the shitty things his brother and mother did to them. “It’s simply their nature.”

“Again, that’s terrible.” The princess reiterates and her companion shrugs it off. To him its something that occurs often and cannot be fixed, to her its something that needs to be fixed.

“I don’t want your pity anymore that you would like mine, Aemee.” He refuses to even look at her expecting pity.

“It’s not pity, you do have my sympathies, I know how awful it feels to be the target of something you never asked for. As you said, your mother and your brother are prone to taking out their insecurities on us and it won’t end until they decide to grow up.” Aemma left the chair and used the book as an excuse to sit with him. She wasn’t going to remember anything she read on it, not that she read much of the first chapter anyways. “But enough about them, well, him. You get to leave the coop and do as you please, what fine establishment did Aegon follow you to?”

She doesn’t really care to know, but her question has him snort and even for a moment forget his troubles.

“It’s not appropriate for a lady, let alone a princess to know.” He tries to dissuade her from needling him about it but gives in when she reminds him that she is also his friend and kinswoman who lives with Daemon and the boys.

Even in the dark the princess can tell he is embarrassed, if she could touch his face, she would find his cheeks warm.

“The Cock Inn, despite the name it is rather---”

“Eggs-cellent.” She finishes the sentence for him making her friend break out in silent laughter.

“Fuck you.”Aemond has a nice laugh, hardly does it and perhaps that is why the princess takes it upon herself to make him laugh even if they would be fucked if they were to be caught here by the wrong people.

“You are terrible, Aemma. I should have known you would mock a woman’s most prized possession.” He is smiling as he playfully chastises her for her stupid pun.

“Someone has to make you laugh, Aemond. Until I marry and leave, I shall take on that responsibility even if you forbid me.”

If only Aemma could have this easy companionship with her suitors. After that moment days ago when she suddenly felt attracted to him under the tree and hoped to replicate it with the other young men, she’s come to fear it will never happen again.

“I shall have my revenge at your next ball, mark my words, sweet niece.”

If Aemma didn’t know any better she’d think there was something there. Something he feels too, she’s sure of it.

[the-sober-folly]

trying to do some math but i know it will be corrected by those more math-gifted

But... to math things out. the people in between the grandmothers are likely fathers, because Darklyn name-- and also because especially in westeros-world, men can survive having children later Steffon's probably born about 80 AC, as that's how old his actor is

1 (generations back) Father could be.... 45-40 AC, something like that. older for a lord. could even be 30AC. steffon is certainly not the eldest son, after all.

2(generations back) his grandma could then be like? 25AC-15AC. likely married back into the Darklyns

3(generations back) great-grandpa goes to pre-conquest, either Conquest itself, just before, or just after. i'd probably think post-Conquest

4(generations back, with great-great grandmother) Aeriana could be like. a cousin of the conquerors by name only? first cousin or second cousin. lady of dragonstone that the conquering 3 don't really care about, married off to one of the first families they defeat.

that can fit, to me. it certainly shows how desperate they are for potentials, as there's relatively few others.... and even with velaryons having Targaryen blood and heritage, they're not a dragon-riding family, so it's not being fully considered-- blood of the Velaryons might run thicker and take over as a fear? after all, Velaryons certainly practice the cousin incest and Velaryons are not historically a dragon-riding family

that being said, i can't imagine the Velaryons don't have a closer blood relation, or at least one at the same length. it might be that ... just assumptions the Velaryon seed is stronger than the Targs?that and it could have also been discussed it's too dangerous to let Velaryons try and they need to keep it to Known Direct Targ descendants not under a Valyrian name. after all, if Velaryons can. . . then probably Celtigars as well. and anyone else of Old Valyrian stock in the 7k, which is more than they'd like. and might be a number of descendants in the capital, as well.

princess bit.. . . that can be flattery. or maybe targs still called themselves princes and princesses on Dragonstone, as descedants of Valyria. or could be them just retroactively calling everyone princesses and princes of the Targ line

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Blood Wyrm's Keeper Character Intro:

Nyssa

Nyssa was born to a lowly Northern family that served House Arryn. She served as a handmaiden, and dear friend, to Aemma Arryn. When her Lady was wed to Viserys she followed her to King's Landing where she continued to serve her. It's when she unexpectedly finds herself in the dragon pit where she forms a friendship with Prince Daemon's dragon, Caraxes, and joins the Dragon Keepers that her relationship with the prince changes.

Caraxes is infamous for being stubborn and hot headed, much like his rider, and so most of the Dragon Keepers find him difficult to deal with. But, the beast is nothing but a sweetheart to Nyssa. She reads to him, brings him treats and sings to him. The other keepers often said Caraxes liked her just as much as he liked Daemon, a phrase the Rouge Prince isn't too fond of at first. So, he seeks her out and the game between them begins.

Nyssa has dark hair and pale green eyes, she's soft spoken and humble but has a fire in her spirit that many say is akin to that of the Targaryen's themselves - more so Prince Daemon. She takes pleasure in the small things, reading, singing, doting on Caraxes and spending time outside the city in the wilderness. Her mind is curious and craves knowledge and her spirit is free and craves adventure and romance.

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[ashblooddragons]

La Danse Macabre

Summary: Valaena Velaryon the eldest child and true born daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor. Her and her mother could never connect, for Valaena was not as chaotic as her mother. And when her mother tells her her right to the throne and gives it to her brother instead their bond is particularly broken. She has only one person to truly lean on, her uncle Aemond, and he knows just as her that they were made by the gods for each other, and that they were made to rule.

Coming soon!

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[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: alysanne targaryen

"While there was no love lost between Green and Black Queens, the Princess Rhaenyra always held a certain sort of...fondness for her younger half-sister. Princess Alysanne was even said to have received a clutch of dragon eggs from Syrax as a gift on the day her wedding. But things turned sour between the two when the younger Princess visited Rhaenyra to offer her condolences on the passing of her son Lucerys Velaryon. It was this moment which turned the North against their cause, as Rhaenyra told her consort Prince Daemon Targaryen to lock the Princess in Dragonstone, far beyond the reach of her mother the Queen, her brother the King, and her husband...Lord Cregan Stark."

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[come-along-pond]

The Black Rose. Chapter 1 | The Key to King's Landing

summary: Alerie Tyrell was not a stranger to the politics of Kings Landing, her own mother having grown up in the same environment. However, as the only daughter of the Tyrell family, and the relative of Alicent Hightower, Alerie had many things expected of her. All she truly wanted to do was sit in her gardens back home, basking in the sunlight. As she grows, an attachment to Jacaerys Velaryon appears, and she finds herself torn between one family and the other.

warnings: canon typical language, violence and themes

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Up in the sky, Alerie could see a large creature patrolling the skies, its scales yellow in colour. She wants to call for her Septa to look outside with her, but her mouth is dropped in shock. The dragon circles around once more, almost as if it’s targeting the carriage. Alerie didn’t need to see the rider to know who it was, her mother had told her about Syrax and her rider.

Princess Rheanyra Targaryen. 

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[endless-oc-creations]

"Maybe, forever was a word meant for memories, not people."

Maedalyn Wyne x Rhaenyra Targaryen

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[trixter-god]

The twins Mealor and Meagor and baby sister Astraea

Children of Lord Vaemon Trevelyan (lord of the Hearth and protector of the old flame) and Lady Aela Arryn (twin sisters of Queen Aemma)

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Characters from left right: Otto, Visella, Rhaelys, Gaerion (OCs), Helaena, Viserys, Alicent, Aemond and Aegon