#asoiaf wip

[thaliajoy-blog]

My wife 🫶

[cmhcny]

details🐉🩸

[saessenach]

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.

[irlplasticlamb]

kool kids.

prints + merch + commission info pinned to profile :)

[nuclearpasta]

Biblically accurate Daenerys.

Unfinished, like all my fanart

[7seasofem]

here’s how westerosi lesbians can still win!!

[lukitua]

per request here's tiny dany doodle from twt, please watch her for me while i'm gone

[fairyplam]

Unfinished piece of Jon’s and Robb’s goodbye scene:’)

They are actually my favorite dynamic and I hope to draw an actual finished piece one day …

He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely. “Farewell, Snow”. Jon hugged him back. “And you Stark.”

Seriously I want to cry

[all-lee24]

Lyanna wip

[river-of-wine]

Drawing dragons as humans is very fun

[thaliajoy-blog]

Something already... let's see where is leads us...

I wanna draw Targaryen crowns....like all of them

[therogueflame]

The Twins and One

So here is an idea for a fic that I shared with an incredible writer and mutual, @aeralux. (She will be waking up to 100 notifications but oh well.) I wanted to share it with you, and get your opinion on whether I should start writing. Please know that I have not written in years, and that this is a very, very rough draft. This dialogue came to me while I was driving. This is not done, and will be expanded on either by me or Aera.

Update (1/8/2025): Check out the final version HERE!

cregan stark x wife!reader x FraternalTwin!jace

Warnings: A little more than suggestive, targcest, cuckholding, impending threesome.

MDNI!!!

🤍

it was the hour of the wolf. Jace walks the cold halls of winterfell, missing the warmth of the south, and the warmth of his family. he is wrapped in a borrowed wolf fur coat, from cregan, and it is about two sizes too large for him. his sword rests at his hip, and he holds the hilt as a sort of reassurance.

his mind is racing with thoughts of war and thoughts of you. for the first time in his life, he has spent more than a moon's turn from his beloved twin sister. it had been six months since jace had escorted you north for your wedding to cregan. he knew this day would come someday, but he did not think it would be so shortly after your twentieth nameday. cregan stark is a good man, and is one of the crown's closest allies. jace and cregan were like brothers, but he could not help to think that he should have been your husband instead.

growing up, you always explored each other's bodies. you came into the world as one, and were practically attached at the hip. "one soul, two bodies," became a pointed remark at the red keep, meant to call out how often you were found at each other's side, but you and jace embraced it. it was true. you were his confidant, his sister, the more brazen flame compared to his tempered one. you were his lover.

as he walks, his thoughts run wild over the last time he saw you in front of him. the curve of your breasts complimenting the curve of your waist. your hair not a rich brown like his, but the same as your mother's - as pale as the moon on its fullest night. your eyes the palest purple seen in the family, reflecting your undeniable heritage.

you were his and he was yours.

he is snapped back into reality as he passes your chambers, noises coming from within them. weary and restless, jace pushes the thick door swiftly open, fully expecting you to be struggling with a dangerous man for your life. without a second thought, and before the situation is fully realized, he unsheaths his sword, ready to defend you from whoever could be harming you. and then there you are. while you are admist a struggle with a dangerous man, it is not for your life.

cregan looks up at the interruption, but seems unphased. his large body is over yours, his palms next to your head as he prepares to thrust into you. you tilt your head back towards the door, the world upside down.

"Jace?" you murmur. Cregan sits back on his knees, not bothering to cover you or himself up.

"Are you going to stand there like a frail pup or are you going to join us?" Cregan asked, and your eyes shot up to him. before you could say anything, cregan continued. "Your dear sister told me about what it was like growing up with you." You blush heavily. "Targaryens and their queer customs. But tradition is tradition. And us northmen are big on tradition."

Jace stands there, mouth wide open, not sure what to say.

"Jace, if you are going to stand and watch, could you at least shut the door?" Jace scurries to shut the door and put his sword back, clearly still shocked at the situation he has found himself in.

"Come, my young prince," cregan says as he gets up, "i want to see how you pleasured her in the south. She is always saying how much she misses you."

You roll over to your stomach as Cregan walks over to clap a hand on Jace's shoulder.

"My dear brother, I do not think I have ever seen you so speechless." you tease.

Jace looks at you, and then Cregan, and then back to you.

"Are you sure?" he looks more nervous than he did the day he claimed Vermax.

"It'll be just like old times, brother. You always did have your way with me, it will just include my other favorite man this time." you purr.

You push yourself off the bed, and walk over to where Cregan and Jace are standing. You are just as naked as you were the day you were born, and you know this is his favorite way to see you. You stroke his cheek and breathily kiss his neck. Your hands roam, pushing off his cloak in one motion and beginning to unbutton his tunic. Cregan retreats to the foot of the bed to watch. You smile against Jace's neck as he begins to relax, and you move his hands to the small of your back.

[saessenach]

working on a wee storyboard thing - a certain prince gets knocked off his horse while chasing the Knight of the Laughing Tree and shenanigans ensue

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Book Aegon vs Yandere Show Aegon in arguments with their darling—

Yandere Book Aegon: "I killed your maid because she touched what is mine. How many times do I have to tell you this? You aren't allowed to have any personal maids. I am the only one allowed to help you bathe and clothe yourself."

Reader: "You stripped her of her skin and put her head on a spike. A bit excessive, no?"

Yandere Book Aegon: "No, not excessive in the least."

Reader: Just gives up because if they argue more, they'll end up unable to walk for a few days.

—

Reader: "You had Sunfyre burn my Kingsguard to a crisp—"

Yandere Show Aegon: "No."

Reader: "What do you mean 'no'?"

Yandere Show Aegon: "I did not command Sunfyre to do so. It was simply an act of passion on my behalf."

Reader: "Do it again with my next guard and I'll deprive you of love and attention for a day. Do you understand?"

Yandere Show Aegon: "... Yes, ma'am."

—

In conclusion, Book Aegon is daddy. Show Aegon needs his mommy.

[m-malov]

Daenerys and Viserion (wip) :D

[corviids]

wip of the doomed by the narrative family