#asoiaf oc

[robnikmeria]

Half of the fandom would call Nymeria a haughty whore who talks down to robb (not true) and claim nik becoming involved in the relationship is just because she wanted him (not true. Robb also wanted that scary cryptid ass cookie so bad) and that he can do better (not true cause she’s my bestest girl ever)

Men specifically would call her a bop and say she’s annoying 😭 hardcore t*rg stans would be mad as hell that she’d refuse to bend the knee / does some plotting with sansa 😭

And then the other half are hardcore robnikmerias😭

I fear people men would make fuck ass alpha / sigma male edits and lump nik in the same category of like those Patrick Bateman type of edits which is like 😭 blatantly ooc. He’s a virgin cannibalistic bisexual radical liberal who gets pegged by his gf like shut up 😭 you cannot get more cringefail than him (except jaime)

Show watchers think the three of them came out of nowhere and this is all “the woke medias fault” and there’s a lot of controversy for being m/m/f (cause ppl r weird) but they woulda been so heavily foreshadowed in the books that you may as well get hit in the face by a brick.

If my OC was canon how would the fandom treat them?

What kind of theories would people make? Who would they ship them with? Popular fandom headcanons? Ect.

[irlplasticlamb]

oh, let them eat cake! (rhaelor targaryen, hotd oc, youngest son of alicent’s)

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[mattsmithinawig]

ASOIAF TARGARYEN REBELLION-ERA OC!!!

Princess Saera Targaryen of House Greyjoy, wife of Euron Greyjoy. Mother to Rhaenyra, Visenya, Rhaena, Alyssa and Aerea Greyjoy.

Soon to be crowned Queen Saera Targaryen after the unfortunate demise of her goodbrother King Balon Greyjoy.

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[quiddling]

gay son OR thot daughter? i thought you said gay son AND thot daughter 😟

[liusia-piu]

[vhaenaera]

Queen Vhaena Targaryen

Vhaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Queen Visenya and King Aegon the Conqueror, was born just a year after Queen Rhaenys’ death. Inheriting her mother’s stern features—the sharp cheekbones, silver-gold hair, and piercing violet eyes—she bore little resemblance to her aunt, Queen Rhaenys, yet it was her temperament that most recalled the late sister-queen. Where Visenya was cold and unyielding, Vhaena was warm and wistful, her mind often adrift in fancies. Unlike her mother, who wielded Dark Sister and commanded armies, Vhaena was a creature of gentler pursuits, preferring poetry, needlework, and song. Yet there was another gift—one far rarer, and more troubling—that set her apart: the sight.

Vhaena was among the first Targaryens in settled Westeros known to possess the power of prophetic Dragon-Dreaming, a gift both feared and misunderstood. It was said she spoke in riddles and saw things no one else could, glimpses of futures yet to come and pasts long forgotten. Though some in court dismissed her mutterings as the prattle of an idle woman, others whispered of madness. None were louder in their condemnation than Tyanna of the Tower, who openly derided the queen’s visions and worked to ostracise her from court. Maegor’s other wives paid her little mind, preoccupied with their own suffering in the Black Bridegroom’s grip.

Her frailty only worsened her standing. An ailment unknown among the Targaryens before her birth plagued her from youth; her skin was pale, her body thin, and oft she grew weak and lightheaded, forced to retreat to her chambers. Some maesters sought to cure her with leechings and tinctures, but none could explain the bloodless pallor of her face or why, at times, she struggled even to mount her dragon. Whatever the cause, it left her at the uncommon mercy of Maegor, who tolerated her presence but offered no great affection in public; behind closed doors however, he assured her comfort.

At court, she was often a silent, spectral figure, her body present but her mind far away. When Maegor grew impatient with her distant stares, he would recall her to the moment with a hard squeeze upon her wrist. She flinched, but never spoke against him. Yet one thing she would not abide was the presence of Tyanna. Whenever the Pentoshi witch was seated at the council table or among Maegor’s wives, Vhaena would press herself as far away as she could, her hands turning the rings upon her fingers, her gaze averted. The sight of Tyanna made her shudder, and it was said that in her presence, the Queen’s blood pounded in her ears like a war drum.

Few sought her company. When Maegor’s other brides or the ladies of the court attempted to speak with her, they found themselves unnerved by her ways. She answered questions with riddles or fell into silence altogether, too absorbed in her embroidery to respond. In her solitude, she stitched dragons, flames, and winged figures upon cloth—symbols whose meaning only she seemed to understand.

Some cuter facts about her, is that she has a love for butterflies. Oft does she leave her windows open so they can flutter in and enjoy the floral arrangements within the princess’s chambers. One time, Maegor had visited her under good will. He found his sister at her balcony with the delicate insect perched upon her pale finger. He fed his curiosity about her fascination, asking her why she bothers with such weak, fragile bugs. In response, Vhaena responded with a smile and proclaimed that they spoke to her. The butterflies batted their wings ever so softly to communicate, the words translated by the wind into a soft breeze in which she can understand. Maegor just scoffed and decided to quell any protest that lingered on his tongue.

Vhaena also struggled to share a bed with anyone, as nightmares plagued her youth so she took to hiding within another’s bed for comfort. The peaceful moments never lasted long, as she often sought out warmth in her sleep and in turn woke anyone who she touched with her icy hands or feet. So rules were set for her to don stockings and gloves before sharing a bed.

She would hate sherpa.

[nataliabdraws]

Haera Sparr, first of her name 👑

[snow-blower]

Kaelith (OC) whenever she sees Jon 🤭

𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 as 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖

Game of Thrones. Season 7, Episode 3.

[daenysdefender]

When news reached Lady Dayne in Dorne about Valarr Targaryen's death, she did not weep. Instead, simply drew in a deep breath, speaking plainly:

"Please bring me a parchment and some ink. I must write to Lady Myrielle."

[rainwingmarvel7]

“You have a place in my heart no one could ever have.”

Lord Victyr Dormaire and Lady Sansa Stark

Lovely commission by @nasnyys!

[nyx-does-stuff]

This silly doodle of my oc holding up the seven pointed star at Maegor cause she thinks he’s a demon (this is like a week after they were betrothed to eachother and also they’re the same age :p)

[irlplasticlamb]

dust and stardust. (house bolton oc!)

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[novembermorgon]

myrielle when her big doe eyes hit and she ends up getting away with every wrongdoing shes ever been accused of

[asoiafpalestine]

Our 82nd art piece is...

An OC and Helaena, by @varoness here on tumblr!

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!

[mattsmithinawig]

House Bolton OC !! (for a Jaime Lannister x OC fic in the works!)

Lady Rana Bolton is the heir to the Dreadfort after the death of her brother Lord Domeric, losing her position as the next Lady of Winterfell. During King Robert’s visit to Winterfell, a loyal servant informs her of the death of her father and her bastard brother’s usurpation. With the North’s banners called and the King no longer heading South but firmly planted in Winterfell, Rana must prove that her claim to her ancestral seat is worth fighting for under the gaze of those that think her incapable. She will take back her seat, honour be damned.

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[quiddling]

targ oc ! (mike faist fc... dont look at me) bastard son of princess saera he is partying it up in essos (: