#arianne Martell

[martellspear]

missing her (female character that's just so special to me) hours

[shebsart]

POV characters: AFFC

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[agot]

[acok]

[asos]

[hylora]

Arianne Martell and Tyene Sand 🐍

[ohimart]

arianne 🏵️

[asoiafpalestine]

our thirty-first piece is…

princess arianne martell by @thetullystark

if you’d like a comm of your own drawn by a random artist on our team, donate 15 CAD or more to Siraj’s campaign and send us the receipt!

[thatscruelsummer]

Elia and Aegon

[vriska-martell]

— Female POV Characters + Strength

A Storm of Swords - Daenerys IV / A Storm of Swords - Sansa V / A Game of Thrones - Arya I / A Game of Thrones - Catelyn IV / A Feast for Crows - Brienne VI / A Dance with Dragons - Cersei II / A Feast for Crows - The Queenmaker / A Feast for Crows - The Kraken’s Daughter / A Clash of Kings - Davos II

[lumidef]

Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne

[yizhixiaokonglong]

继承了多恩的亚莲恩公主和沙蛇们在流水花园。参考了阿尔罕布拉宫的建筑，非常伟大的伊斯兰建筑艺术。

[arte072]

Princess Arianne Nymeros Martell ☀️👑✨

[martellspear]

have you ever stopped to think how the cities with prettiest names are in Dorne? I mean: sunspear, starfall (!!!), godsgrace, kingsgrave and skyreach ??

they serve nonstop

[wodania]

Martells by upon ye

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

GRRM: Here is a character with BELL-related trauma, whose greatest regret is that he didn't burn down an entire town to kill Robert Baratheon. He blames the death of the man he loved on his failure at the Battle of the BELLS, and he vows he will not fail the boy he believes to be his prince's son. He has a terminal illness that is known to eventually drive its victims to madness, and will soon be headed directly to King's Landing. Possibly joining him: a younger and more beautiful potential Queen from Dorne offering an alliance. Again, he is literally triggered by the memory of BELLS.

GRRM: Here is a character who burns the Tower of the Hand with extremely volatile wildfire just because she can't bear the look of it anymore. Her enthusiasm watching the pretty green flames reminds her twin of how the Mad King got aroused by burning people alive. Her obsession with a prophecy around a younger more beautiful Queen drives her to paranoia; she devotes all her attention to destroying a teenage girl while sending anyone she's suspicious/needs rid of to Qyburn to be experimented on and tortured. She pushed her friend down a well when she was 10, and murders her husband's infant bastards. She currently wants revenge on EVERY SINGLE PERSON in King's Landing who watched her Walk of Shame.

Y'all: Obviously Dany is going to burn down King's Landing.

[lady-lannro]

arianne and the elder sand snakes for @dyannawynnedayne!! happy velaryontines day lovely🫶🏻🫶🏻

(imagining it’s a painting that was commissioned by ellaria for oberyn or for the family vault or something of that ilk!)

[archamion]

Arianne, Aegon and Gerold

My favourite (living) Dornish baddies

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Having the attention of Oberyn

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Oberyn being clingy

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Vipers were notorious creatures; quick, deadly, and adept hunters who'd strike and catch their prey before the poor creature even realized its intentions. They were beautiful with scales that glimmered under direct sunlight, smooth to the touch as they slithered against the skin, entrancing with their beauty and charm. The Red Viper was perhaps the most deadly with his ability to dance on the line between a vicious warrior and a dutiful lover. 

But alas, even with their sweet words and gentle touches, one always had to be careful of growing attached to a viper.

With the sun beginning to rise over the dunes in the east and chasing night away with its light, (Y/N) similarly went with the shadows. He moved quietly, managing to untangle himself from the prince without waking him and collecting the clothes Oberyn had haphazardly tossed around his room. Mindful of the crinkling of the clothes, he slipped them back on and spared the sleeping prince one last glance, ensuring his chest continued its steady rise and fall and his eyes remained closed. 

It was not uncommon for figures to be seen coming and going from the bedchambers of the prince, ladies and men alike slipping away for whatever reason after spending a night with Oberyn. Servants barely batted an eye at him when he stepped out into the halls, merely smiling and murmuring greetings before continuing down the halls. (Y/N) could only return the knowing smiles as he returned to his room, finding relief in the fact his elder brother remained in Starfall, although the whispers would no doubt reach him in no time. Those who resided in Sunspear or even in the shadow city sitting at the feet of the castle knew of Oberyn's infatuation with him, how he frequently courted and flirted but was left brushed aside. A game of chase they both equally enjoyed.

"And so you've finally fallen into his jaws," A husky voice purred right as he reached the doors of his bedchambers, hardly needing much else to identify who the voice belonged to. He pushed his door open and turned to face the heiress of Sunspear with the hint of a grin on his lips. "It was only a matter of time. Shame, though," Arianne batted her long lashes, slim fingers toying coyly with one of her dark curls. "I hoped to catch you first." 

"I'm not one of your little knights, Ari." (Y/N) replied, chuckling when her lips formed an exaggerated pout. "Nor am I my cousin."

"You most certainly are not." She laughed, crossing the distance swiftly and tossing her arms around him, purposefully pressing up against him and making use of the sheer silks she so often enjoyed wearing. With her shorter structure, she had to tilt her head up to look at him as she did with everyone else, flashing another smile. "You are much more interesting than Gerold. But alas, I love my uncle, and I will not steal his catch unless he decides to share." 

"Run along then, Ari." (Y/N) gave a small eye-roll, listening to her laugh echo down the hall when she retreated, the purple skirt of her dress flowing freely behind her. 

Once the sun rose and stepped out of hiding, (Y/N) knew it'd only be a matter of time before Oberyn would be on the prowl again, no doubt more determined to find him once he realized he'd snuck out of bed. He kept himself on the move, visiting his usual spots but only lingering long enough for a servant or courtier to be able to point Oberyn in the right direction.

It'd always been fun; pretending as if he wasn't fully aware he was being hunted down by the Red Viper. It'd started as youths when his parents had brought him to Sunspear, back when his siblings, Arthur and Ashara, as well as Elia Martell, were still living and breathing. (Y/N) had never given in to the prince, but he supposed Oberyn had caught him in a better mood than usual.

(Y/N) peeked over his shoulder, his footsteps light and quick while he walked, gingerly plucking a plum from one of the trays once he confirmed he was in the clear. He stepped forward toward the railings overlooking the gardens, searching for any sign of Oberyn or one of his Sand Snakes who'd no doubt betray him in exchange for helping their father. He bit into the plum, tasting the tart flavor from the skin and then a sweetness. He considered heading to the Water Gardens but right as the thought crossed his mind, arms wrapped around him from behind and caged him against the railing.

"Little Star," Oberyn's familiar voice murmured in his ear, lips brushing over his earlobe before dipping to kiss the base of his neck. (Y/N) tried biting back a smile. "You left too soon. There was more fun to be had."

"Was there? I thought that perhaps you'd be... too tired." (Y/N) replied teasingly, taking another bite of the plum before Oberyn spun him around to be chest to chest. His dark eyes narrowed playfully yet he planted a chaste kiss between (Y/N)'s brows. "A man of your age needs much rest, no?"

"You say that as if you're Arianne's age." Oberyn huffed, palms moving to run along (Y/N)'s hips and back with a familiar spark igniting in his eyes. He glanced at the bitten fruit in his hand and arched a questioning brow, the corner of his lips twitching upward when (Y/N) offered the rest to him. Instead of plucking the fruit from his hand, Oberyn swooped in to kiss him, tongue darting between his lips. (Y/N) couldn't help the muffled laugh that escaped him, his hand lightly shoving Oberyn's shoulder and breaking the kiss. 

"I should have known." (Y/N) allowed himself to melt into Oberyn's arms when he brushed their noses together despite knowing fully well how enchanting the Red Viper's eyes were. 

"Come," Oberyn tugged on his hips and kissed the corner of his lips. "You must make this morning's escape up to me, Little Star."