#greenliesblackheartswip

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shaera and aemond by @pintura (shizunpilled on twt/x)

everyone remain calm (actually impossible because look, it’s our fav failmarriage!!)

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shaemond :(

this hit me like a truck

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“Shaera was her name. Sweet Shaera. The girl who didn't want for the Iron Throne and everyone thought her odd for it.” 

“Sweet and polite, yes, but she didn’t bite like her mother once had.” -Daemon, Chapter I 

"Her darling girl. Her first child. Her only daughter. So different was she to the rest. A dragon without wings, but with an affinity for flowers and the sea. The very best of she and Harwin…But Shaera…Shaera was everything and more..." -Rhaenyra, Chapter X 

"It was her smile. It was the way that the sea foam accepted her into its embrace without question. It was the laughter that poured from her lips and the crinkling at the corners of her eyes. It was the way that she looked like a true Velaryon—a girl born of the sea. And Aemond couldn’t tear his eyes away. He wasn’t sure he wanted to." -Aemond, Chapter X 

"Viserys, through the haze in his mind that begged he return to sleep, smiled at the sight of his lovely granddaughter. His first grandchild. His darling girl, one so much like her mother. One so much like Aemma. Sweet Aemma." -Viserys, Chapter XI 

Very quick mood board for the bestie @xxpeppermintxx109

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queen shaera targaryen-martell, princess elia martell, and king consort qoren martell :,)

(if they got married from the beginning and aemond wasn’t such a freak [affectionate])

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green lies, black hearts - chapter xxxix

summary -

in the moments before a dragon’s dance

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If you’re wondering where I’m at, it’s back here kicking my feet and giggling over this piece

its a double (ish) feature baby!!! bringing in the new year strong with this super gratuitous and fun piece inspired by glbh, by @xxpeppermintxx109 (i luv ur work tysm for ur updates aaah!!) - this fic has been parked in my brain all month istg 🫠

i feel like the mock book cover rly ties the whole thing together ✨ overall this was very satisfying to doodle and i feel like i also learned a lot with this piece :'))

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chihiro by billie eilish | green lies black hearts

did you take

my loves

away

from me

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because in all this

wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world

I alone

had no body

no senses

no feelings

I was machine

and you

were flesh

green lies black hearts | shaera and aemond

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green lies, black hearts - chapter xxxviii

summary -

and so, was it shall be

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queen shaera targaryen, the unlikely | GLBH AU, inspired by this edit. this one very much fits older shaera :)

there was not a soul who presumed the quiet firstborn of rhaenyra targaryen would ascend the iron throne, but the dance of dragons had burned away nearly all of house targaryen in a mere two years. with her brothers dead, and her only remaining family her stepsisters and a mere child, shaera velaryon took the name targaryen and was named queen of the seven kingdoms—a sight her half-year queen of a mother would have liked to see. and while she sat the throne in king’s landing, her husband—only in name, some would say—sat the throne in sunspear, officially welcoming dorne into the crown’s purview for the first time. at just twenty years of age, shaera targaryen, the first of her name, had done what her ancestors could not.

but throughout her reign, grief followed her. she had lost nigh her entire family in the war, save only for her stepsisters, baela and rhaena, and her brother, aegon the younger. gone was her dragon, slaughtered by her uncle’s, sunfyre, in a cannibalistic rage. gone was her lover, still chained to his saddle at the bottom of the god’s eye. gone were her brothers and mother and fathers.

similarly to aegon, she wore only black, forever in mourning. however, on the namedays of those she still had left, many claimed she wore velaryon blue and targaryen red, and sometimes a small smile could be seen slipping through her perpetual despair. when she welcomed a daughter back from sunspear a year after the war—one many thought to be a bastard for her pale hair and dark eyes that belonged to a kinslayer—it was only that girl, named visenya for a sister who never got the chance to live, who could truly rouse the queen from the storm hanging over her head. then there was a son, a boy with dark hair and even darker eyes donning the name aemon. though he was surely the son of the prince of dorne, there was little doubt he reminded the queen greatly of her lost love. and when her brother viserys was returned, many claimed to see the first true smile on shaera targaryen’s face—their embrace on the docks of blackwater bay enough to drive many to tears.

for thirty years, shaera targaryen was queen, wearing not the crown of her mother—for that had been sold in exchange for a betrayal rhaenyra would never recover from—but the crown of both a conqueror and usurper. though her reign was largely peaceful, some say the rubies of aegon’s crown were cursed, reddened by the blood spilled to form the seven kingdoms and break them apart as well.

first, her husband would pass quickly. his death would come in the form of a letter brought by ravens from the south, sent by his firstborn daughter, who inherited dorne and loved rhaena of pentos. shaera was said to have grieved quietly and in private, only thirty years old and already made a widow—some would say for the second time. she would not take another husband despite the urgings of the twins, who only wished to see her happy.

next went her son. aemon was only two-and-ten when he was found dead. some said the greens still had supporters so long after the war, some said there was a wish to push the queen to madness so her brother, aegon, could take over—now a man. some said the boy merely had a weak heart and succumbed to an illness that hid deep within him. but the death of aemon was enough to remind many of the queen before, who at the death of jacaerys velaryon seemed mad with grief and chose only to haunt the halls of dragonstone and the red keep. such was a similar state for shaera, who after her son was burned on a pyre, seemed incapable of ever smiling again.

neither her sisters nor her brothers could bring a semblance of peace to her. even the sight of morning, rhaena’s pink dragon, couldn’t stir a moment of nostalgia in her heart—she and aegon were similarly broken by the dragons of old. for namedays, the birth of baela’s and rhaena’s children, the visits from aliandra martell, shaera simply sat upon the iron throne, a crown of rubies upon her dark and greying hair. she only ever watched. she never partook. the last time she danced was with a man lost to a lake.

it was only when her daughter, visenya, wed aegon in an attempt to stall any potential civil wars before they could build, that some say shaera actually cracked a smile, small and weak as it was. though the realm saw them wed per the seven’s wishes, shaera had them wed per their house’s true religion on dragonstone—with fire and blood. neither were truly happy, for their lives had been nothing but loss, but for a moment, many say visenya and aegon found peace. and some say, while aegon always wore black for his mother, visenya always wore green for her true father.

from their marriage came three children: daemon, daenerys, and aenys. but grief was great and sorrow ever present for two children born in a civil war, and visenya was left widowed when aegon died of consumption at only six-and-thirty. some say she could not bear to live without him, and her heart broke one night, slaying her in her sleep, leaving her children to baela and alyn, who took the three in without issue.

shaera, hearing news of her daughter’s and brother’s death, called for her remaining family to return to the red keep. many wondered if she would abdicate to viserys for her grief was too great. she named viserys her heir, baela her hand, alyn the master of ships, rhaena the master of laws, and aliandra the master of whispers. when all was said and done, shaera bid her court a farewell, claiming she was far too tired to continue and that she would return to court on the morrow with news for the approaching winter. lord cregan stark, a dear friend of hers, was set to return after years protecting the north.

however, when he returned to see his queen, he was met only by a corpse. in her sleep, at the age of fifty—almost thirty years of ruling—queen shaera targaryen died. some claimed foul play. some said she deserved it for being a woman on the throne. some simply wrote songs about the grief she endured, and the peace she had brought, unlikely as she was. death had swept through house targaryen once more, but shaera ensured it stood strong, for she settled succession and protected her youngest brother’s claim before she passed. lord cregan stark was known to have lauded her for knowing when her time was near but remaining selfless enough to not return to her family, who all undoubtedly waited for her beyond the living veil, until all was settled.

unlikely, unwilling, shadowed always by grief in a black veil that never seemed to leave her hair, shaera targaryen was a good and just queen despite it all. and while her mother ruled only for half a year, she protected rhaenyra’s memory and claim for thirty long and prosperous years. years that many claim to be better than they should have been. years that went free of blood after so much was spilled before.

reunited once more with her family in death, some say baela and rhaena and viserys and aliandra all had similar last words—that they wished to return to their families. some even claimed that shaera’s last words were a breath of relief, at finally being free, and she called to her brothers and mother and fathers and daughter and son and husband.

and to aemond targaryen, who shaera velaryon loved before she was shaera targaryen. who the good queen refused to let him be known as a kinslayer in all of the histories written in thirty years of ruling. he was merely prince aemond to her.

and she was his shaera, reunited once more.

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« you said I killed you—haunt me then. the murdered do haunt their murderers. »

shaemond | wuthering heights

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aegon and shaera | thistle and weeds

you’re an angel, i’m a dog

you believe me like a god, i betray you like a man

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green lies, black hearts - chapter xxxvi

summary -

the mind is a fickle thing

(yes I’m reusing a moodboard, I fear I have zero energy to make a new one skskskks)

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my asoiaf fics - glbh | taw | tdod | tdmhth

« by all accounts concerning the tourney for the wedding of prince jacaerys velaryon and lady baela targaryen, prince qoren martell of dorne won princess shaera velaryon’s hand and favor, but the court fool mushroom claimed it was the one-eyed prince, aemond targaryen, who won her heart and bed »

- writings of archmaester gyldayn and maester yandel

« when news of his sister reached him at the trident, rhaegar targaryen supposedly cursed to the old gods and new that jaime lannister would meet his end on rhaegar’s blade. and when rubies spilled in the trident, some claimed it was rhaenyra on rhaegar’s lips—his last melancholic song, just like the ones they sang to one another to forget their father went mad »

- stories and songs surrounding the silver prince and his beloved, good princess

« your brother was a fool, little dove. the young wolf, they called him—the young wolf and his bastard witch. if there is anyone to blame it is only themselves »

- cersei lannister to sansa stark

« that bastard boy reminds me greatly of a knight i once fought alongside, khaleesi. though, i struggle to remember if he is more like the sword of the morning, or the kingslayer, and i fear for any poor soul who faces him »

- ser barristan selmy to daenerys targaryen

« be wary of mance rayder’s son, snow. there are wildlings, and then there are wild men; the only freedom he cares for is that of his own life. the others may accept you and turn their suspicions away, but if you have even a moment of fear, that man will tear into you like a wolf to a rabbit »

- qhorin halfhand to jon snow

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shaemond magic school au incoming😏🫣

sneak peek -

infuriating. wholly and utterly infuriating, that shaera velaryon. it seemed like she was so certain that just because that damned hat called ravenclaw six years ago, she was the smartest girl—no, person!—in all of hogwarts.

and she had the absolute gall to come to him for help after spurning him for all these years.

“i don’t know parseltongue,” she said lamely, “and you’re the only one who does in the entire school.”

“and that’s my problem why?”

shaera leered at him through her dark lashes and frowned. “because if you don’t help, professor lannister will suspend you from quidditch for two matches and professor tyrell said he’d revoke your prefect duties for an entire month.”

she claimed she wasn’t a parselmouth like him, and yet she so clearly spoke the language of snakes.

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Heheheheh

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@ellycup-of-tea this is amazing!!!!

GREEN LIES BLACK HEARTS

Dedicated always and forever to @xxpeppermintxx109 , because, Sir, you know what I think of your stories and of you being so caring towards the fandom .

And to my bestie @allicentsallure , cause we spent at least three days trying to figure out how to get the voices work. And there are many other sentences waiting to be used 👀👀👀

Just saying... I'm trying to make GIFs with baby Malyn, sweet Malyn, lovely boy. But I start to whine like a dog with toothache each time I try, because Ch. XXI it's the best angsty chapter ever written

This video edit is awfully pathetically early 2000s, but hey, hello, I'm a The Oc and Smallville girl