#ero the dragon

[daily-somethingorother]

426: Eros<3

[unfortunatelyevent]

I can't believe that's finally me and you, and you and me, just us-

and your friend Spite

[aphrodites-son-eros]

I see your Paladin Laios and I raise you Ranger Laios

[westerosiladies]

[draconicfool]

She's on the trail of a lizard. And just when she thinks she's about to get it, she pounces! But not onto the lizard- onto a person. "Um-! Sorry- I gotta- get that!"

[lizziela]

The Old Dragon's Prophecies

Aemond Targaryen x fem!OC (Arryn!OC) - Psyche and Eros AU

1748 words

Warnings:

Mentions of sacrifice, nightmares, mental health, mentions of death (small character), non-canon, english isn't my first language - And It'll be added more warnings for each chapter

Reduced to the ashes of the beast, she will be With all the World Westerosi Found in the Arryn’s, his bride will it be And in all places, for her, will it seek What if a sacrifice is made? Remain in place will it all stay

Prologue

Since she was a small child, she heard three things:

The first was how she was the blood of the dragon. Being born from a descendent straight out the House Belaerys, one of the few dragon riders descendent from Old Valyria.

The second was hearing her Septa Maeryn gossiping about her lady, Mellara’s mother, how she was a mad woman: that hallucinated and had the strangest dreams. Because to her Septa, there was no such a thing as a dragon dreamer that her lord talked so much about, trying to relieve his wife from the terrible rumours.

And the last and third thing, how she was the most beautiful out of her siblings. All 5 children of Lady Amara and Lord Arryn were handsome when young, and after years, they grew to be the most desired Lords and Maidens from the Vale. Even the youngest, Bennard, with only seven years of age, were considered to have been blessed with his mother’s beauty, just like his older siblings.

Lady Amara Arryn, borne Celtigar, was the grand child of the last woman who bore the last name Belaerys that was known in all Westeros. She didn’t get to meet her grandmother, with her having died when her own father wasn’t even close to adulthood, with his age closest to Bennard than Mellara’s.

Although, he told her tales about the fearless woman, who people gossiped, that could control and create bonds with dragons, even if they weren’t hers. Some would say that she could read the dragon’s minds, but he would always say that this part was the creativity of the people minds. Amara’s father, and grandsire, would talk every other day how she got her grandmother’s spirit and gifts, having tried to talk to a rogue dragon herself when she was younger than little Bennard during their diplomatic travel to Dragonstone one time. And they only showed up more after she got older and started realising that the dreams she had weren’t normal ones, they were dragon dreams after she predicted the almost death of her dear uncle, her father’s younger brother, during a usual hunt.

Mellara knew her mother’s dreams were enigmatic visions, she never believed the words her old Septa, who didn’t try to understand anything other than the syllabus she taught the Arryn Children. She couldn’t describe how she understands her mother’s troubled mind, she just knew.

To help with his wife’s burden, her husband would try and instruct her to write what she saw in her dreams, especially after Mellara’s birth, when the visions became more and more frequent. He would try and persuade Amara to write anything she could remember, even if most of them were extremely fogged after the terror’s they could show. After writing it down, Lord Arryn would send her journals to his most trusted maesters, trying to get them to decipher what she saw and what plagued her so badly, the things that filled his Lady with dread.

When Mellara was close to ten years of age, she heard the screams of her mother from across the private wing from the Arryn’s wing on their castle. The next morning, she heard her father comforting his wife about the most recent dragon dream, the one she could be sure were the doom of her dear family, especially her youngest and precious daughter.

At that time, Mellara was growing into a fine Maiden, being the fourth child and the youngest girl of the second Lord Arryn, the only Lord Arryn with heirs. It was strange for her to be on the receiving end of endless attention. Because of her beauty, because of her mother’s dreams, because of her uncle fruitless marriage…

She had two older sisters: Teresa, the eldest child, almost of age of marriage at the time their mother started having her terrible horrors about Mellara, with ten and eight years of age. She was 8 years Mellara’s senior. And Elyssa, who was the middle child of five, being 3 years younger than Teresa.

Whispers were heard through the Arryn castle, about how blessed she was with her mother’s beauty, the beauty the Maiden herself gave to her family, looking more like an angel than human. People would say crazy things about how if the Targaryens looked like the Gods made flesh, the small branch of Valyrian blood that run through the Arryn children made them look just as godly beautiful. But even the Arryn-Valyrian blood couldn’t be compared to Mellara, once she was the most beautiful of them. She had to have had the Maiden’s blessing before she was born.

After Mellara’s eleventh nameday, her mother told her about the secret they whispered through the halls, the terrifying dream that plagued their family, and Mellara was the protagonist of it. Amara finally told her youngest girl (now not the youngest child anymore, once Bennard had been born close to a year at the time).

What her mother told Mellara terrified her, but Amara was sincere with her child. Mellara was not to be wedded to anyone, she was told. But to not become a Septa as well. A decision that did not look good at the eyes of Westeros, especially once the girl was beautiful enough to be coveted even at the age of eleven. Though their family didn’t have much of a choice.

Her mother’s dream never changed during the years since she had it, Lady Arryn told her daughter: it always started the same, with her child now grown, and imprisoned by a Beast. She couldn’t see it, and a strange and soft voice would always affirm that the girl was protected. But the feeling she got during the dream always said otherwise. That her baby was in danger, that she wasn’t safe, that she fell into the viper’s den. And that Beast was the cruellest of them all.

But at that point, not only the soft and caring voice continued saying that Mellara was alright, now the girl talked to her mother directly in her dream, with words of safety and care.

Then the vision would change, and her fears would now be shown. The Beast, besides his creator, would light Mellara’s on flames. And now she could only feel, not hear or see, only feel her daughter’s anguish. It wasn’t from the flames pain; it was an emotional hurt, it felt like betrayal.

The dream then was narrated by the Valyrian Goddess, Meleys and Vhagar, was right beside her, saying everything she needed to know.

It terrified her mother even more, to be face to face to those deities, that her Valyrian side of the family tried hard to worship still. And it terrified even her father, the man with his faith strong to the Seven.

For that reason, Lord Arryn made his eldest son, Dorren, a young man of ten and eight at the time, swear to protect his sister from her terrible fate, from the fate of being burned alive, of suffering a huge betrayal, as his mother dreamed.

Close to eleven months after Bennard’s birth, the Lord Arryn, their father, succumbed to a winter fever after a trip close to the North, something unknown to the maesters from the Vale.  After a few months, the Lord Harrold Arryn, the Lord of the Eeyrie, her father’s elder brother, also died from an illness that plagued him most of his life. Leaving Dorren to assume the Arryn seat.

Being now the newest Lord Arryn himself, he oversaw his sisters, making him now the one responsible for their engagements and betrothals.

Close to two months after being the new Lord, he married his older sister, Teresa, to the third in line for the Royce seat, after the late Lady Rhea Royce, Ser Garin Royce. And Elyssa, three years after, was given to a second son of Redwyne, Ser Torrhen Redwyne. The two, now married women, left at the Eeyrie Castle their two brothers and younger sister, who now was close to her four and ten nameday.

The story that ran around the Vale was that how good of a match the two Arryn girls had made, with honourable men, and how it was a feat to their Lord brother and the remembrance of the promise Dorren have made to their father, to look after his girls.

Although carrying a toll of a young maiden, already ready for marriage since her 15th nameday, but who still hadn’t a wedding date in sight. The opposite, only refusals made by her brother on her behalf. That rumour made de closest houses cautious about what the family of a formerly second son of the Arryn household could be hiding, once the whispers of the dreams were prohibited to leave the Castle.

The most common assumption was about their heritage, about how there was a curse, who passed since the Belaerys to the Arryn’s by blood.

The rumours around the Vale weren’t without a fundament, and completely wrong. It wasn’t a curse inherited after the last Lady Belaerys, although the actual curse wasn’t placed yet, both Mellara and her mother were just waiting for the time to come and retrieve the younger Arryn girl from her family. From her mother, Lady Amara, who was every year more and more apprehensive about the fate of her sweetest (and unbeknownst to her other girls) and favourite daughter.

And every day, of every week, the same dreaded dream would plague her more. And time by time she felt her daughter’s emotion even more vividly as if it was her own. It was the same message from the gods, with the same feeling of terror every time she woke up in cold sweat looking for her daughter’s chambers, afraid she had been taken during the night. That they had finally taken her from her home to marry that monster.

She was always afraid during the final time of her dream. When she heard the same rhyme, like a lullaby for children that always get stuck into your brain and nothing else can make it stop.

She always heard the words while she saw her daughter lit up in flames, silently, as if she couldn’t feel anything physically.

And the words were:

Reduced to the ashes of the beast, she will be With all the World Westerosi Found in the Arryn’s, his bride will it be And in all places, for her, will it seek What if a sacrifice is made? Remain in place will it all stay

That's the prologue of a multi-chapter fic I am currently writing.

I hope you like it.

We writers love to hear about the feedback, so please say what you think about it.

Hopefully I will be able to post more frequently!

Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

[dejasenti99]

the urge to make pokémon trainer outfits for my ocs seeing all these pokémon edits

[lichennthrope-fr]

The Nameless Beast

[eros-sinclair]

Auh *throws* have a faggy lil monke man!

I’d been wanting to give Colla a form that looked different from cannon but have been floundering around about it for like what *checks calendar* seven years???

Yes Colla is that old I’m just reworking him

But in the end I think that this is just how I want his ver. of ssj blue to look. I’ve always liked the idea of the ssj transformations taking on flame like hair, and I get why they don’t do it. It would be a nightmare to animate but just for illustrations it looks sick as hell.

And his lil ki sword thing lemme get into that, which will require a bit of a rant…

Back in 2016 when I made him DBS was just starting out and I hadn’t watched it yet as I was still rewatching Z. Colla’s first iteration had an orange ki scythe, which took inspiration from sister freide from dark souls 3’s dlc. So imagine my surprise when I see that Goku black’s raggedy ass shows up in super with a PINK ki scythe!! To say my little sophomore ass was pissed would be an understatement. I was convinced that once again even though I did not post online, somehow someone was stealing my ideas.

You see reader this was the second time I made a character whose attributes or abilities were then used later in a canon character. The first being back during season one of Steven universe I made a gemsona; Lapis Lazuli, and she had water powers. My middle school self was CONVINCED Rebecca Sugar was spying on me and stole my idea.

And of course as I’ve matured I realize that no ideas are truly original, and there is always a chance with ever growing continuities that someone has made an Oc similar prior. But as a younger boy it sure pissed me the fuck off lol

[daily-somethingorother]

440: New lives

[ride-thedragon]

And now that we are here, in what relation do we cast him to Rhaenyra Targaryen because that's her bloodline on full display.

This is insane ( I can't tell white people apart).

Actors Name: Eros Vlahos.

He was in Game of Thrones but I could and do care less.

On a more important note, Alicent Hightower, you are the father.

[thebutcher-5]

Kung Fu Panda

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo continuato a parlare della DreamWorks e dei suoi film arrivati, arrivando a discutere di una delle opere più strane e assurde che abbiano mai fatto, Bee Movie. Barry è un’ape che vive in un’alveare e dovrà iniziare a lavorare, ma rimane deluso quando scopre che, appena sceglierà un lavoro, dovrà fare solo quello per tutta la…

[reallyrandomtj]

Eros seeing delusion Childe and his tail just wagging. "...monster husband..."

The Culprit was THIS post

Foul Legacy spots the quick movements of the dragons tail.

"I spy with my 'little eye'... the dragon wife!"

[draconicfool]

"You're kiddin' me right--?" Oh no he certainly wasn't. Not at all. His tail started flicking irritably. Just staring up at the other before he reached up to squish and pull at the other's cheeks.

"Some stupid asshole is th' reason I can't hear y'talk all nice an' sweet in our private time?! I'll kill 'em-! I'll do worse than kill 'em, I'll eat 'em!"

@praeteritus-memories || c.

[stygiaxe]

awful little wizard man :]

[gcldfanged]

When do you gaze at your soulmate?

When they don't know you're there

you want to see who they are at their core. your love smiles for you. they put on a brave face. they tell you off when you're out of line and they encourage you when you know your mistakes are piling up. they're the one who is always there. but there are moments you catch them unawares and that is when you watch them. you want to see the expression their face takes when they aren't being brave for you. you want to see how they smile when it isn't designed to lift your own burdens. you want to see what they say to everyone else. how they talk about you. how everyone else encourages them or if they let anyone be there at all. you want to see what is underneath it all so you can prove that's who you love. the parts of them they try to hide. the parts they think you don't already know and adore.

Tagged By: @poeticphoenix (thank you, this was interesting!) Tagging: @annjiru, @unforestalledreturn, @holyguardian, @byanyan, @florafound