#oc: baelor targaryen

[thedeadthree]

THE BLOODLINE OF IOVANNA DAYNE -> during the dance of dragons into the reign of king viserys ii

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[godswood-girl]

THE CHILDREN OF ISABEL STARK

after the tragedy of summerhall, house targaryen was much diminished, confined to a single line and struggling to grow beyond that. the fortunes of the family only changed once prince rhaegar married ISABEL STARK, and sired seven children by her over the course of twelve years: DAERON, ELAENA, the twins BAELOR and RHAELLE, ALSYANNE, AEMON, and DAENORA.

[ilreleonewikiart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 11:

M/F Ship - Baelor of Harrenhall and Alys Stark

This time I don't have captions or quotes to show you, but only a brief description. This adorable couple, in fact, is not present in the main story, and they will only meet years after the end of TDIOBCB. However, their love story is so important for the lore of this AU that I decided to draw them anyway. Since the events I will describe are subsequent to the fic, there will be some spoilers.

"Prince Baelor Targaryen, son of Aemond Targaryen and Alys Rivers, and Lady Alys Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Cregan and his second wife Alysanne Blackwood, met in 146 AC, three years after the main events of TDIOBCB, when the young prince - then six and ten years old - went to Winterfell for a visit. Although they hadn't seen each other in person before this moment, their destinies had long been intertwined, even before birth. It was thanks to Black Ally, who had intervened between the High Priestess and Daemon Targaryen, that Alys and her unborn child were not killed after the defeat of the Greens. To thank the young lady for her courage and devotion, the High Priestess appeared in a dream to Cregan Stark, urging him to come to Harrenhal, where he would meet his future bride. Indeed, it was thanks to her that the two met and fell in love instantly: from their love, four daughters were born, but the first they had decided to name Alys, in honor of the woman who had united them in marriage under the Weirwood of Harrenhal. Timidly, the two young people approached each other and secretly promised eternal love. Upon returning to the capital, the prince expressed to his parents his desire to marry the young lady and no one else. The day of their wedding was a happy day for everyone, even for the groom's father, who, though famous for his composure, could not help but be moved to see his only son get married."

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[fragilestorm]

𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 (x , x)

After the death of Queen Jaehaera, the young king needed to find a new wife quickly by the demand of Unwin Peake. The widowed Princess Melara suggested a marriage between him and her youngest daughter Haela to reunite the two families again with a condition that the marriage won’t happen until she turns ten and consummation at one and six which Aegon happily agreed. The union proved to be fruitful and produced seven children. Unfortunately, the rest of Haela’s life didn’t appear to be so as the young queen like her husband tended to fall in melancholy earning her the nicknames the sad queen and queen of tears.

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[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Practicing candid conversations pt one Baelor and Daeny Targaryen

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Baelor prepared himself for the Maiden's Day tournament, the dawn's light barely cresting the horizon. The grounds were eerily quiet, with only a handful of knights present. "Good morning, Nephew," came a familiar voice. "Good morning, Daeny," Baelor replied, turning on the bench where he sat. His tone was courteous, though tinged with the weariness of the early hour. "What brings you here so early?" "I wanted a fair chance to scout out all the knights," Daeny said, settling beside him and lifting his helmet onto her lap. Baelor chuckled softly. "And how have the prospects been? Any young knights catch your eye?" He continued fastening a vambrace onto his left arm, his movements practiced and precise. "Lord Blackwood's son gifted me a puppy," Daeny replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I'd show you, but she's with my ladies in the box." "That's a pleasant surprise," Baelor remarked, genuinely taken aback. Most young men interested in the princess kept their distance due to his grandfather's...less than savory attitude towards her suitors. "Is he handsome?" He turned to her, tightening the strap of his other vambrace. "He's a bit... skrunkly," she said with a playful smile. Baelor laughed again. "A skrunkly young Lord Blackwood?" "Most of them tend to be," Daeny replied, her smirk widening.

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If you have any recommendations for characters or conversation topics pls let me know! I might not ever really get around to writing a fic but I feel like this is a good compromise 🥲

[alvsanne]

with akotsk coming up i must once again think about my half-formed, came out screaming and running oc jaenara, who exists to serve dark-haired targ cunt at the tourney of ashford and then promptly dies of the plague with her entire family

[cdragons]

Bound by Embroidered Chains - Aemond Targaryen x Seamstress!OC x Jacaerys Velaryon - Chapter One

Prologue

Summary: Dragons have a habit in hoarding the prettiest of jewels, and pearls are of no exceptions.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ Obsessive Behavior (we all knew this was coming), tiny!Aemond is delulu, tiny!Jace is delulu, Dark Themes, not betaread we burn like Harrenhal, etc. Also translations for Valyrian will be added at the bottom! Also I used an online translator for the High Valyrian, so it may not be great 🫠

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you all so much for the amazing support for this story's prologue, I did NOT expect so many positive reviews! I'm sorry this took so long, but I had a ton of applications and finals. But since I am on winter break, hopefully I will be able to upload more fics! Happy Holidays and big shoutout to @valeskafics, who continues to be the HOTD fanfic writing ICON that we all know and love! If you liked reading this work, reblog and comment if you want to be tagged in future installments of this work! Also I apologize for any grammatical errors, I wanted to post this as soon as possible.

You have known your entire life that you were going to be one of the many seamstresses that serviced the Royal Family.

By the age of three, your mother would teach you how to begin your very first stitches, which soon shifted to learning the most complicated patterns of embroidery. You still remember the tears in her eyes as you presented the silk-woven handkerchief that had lovely little purple and blue flowers embroidered on the borders for her birthday. Your face flushed to an almost too bright red when she insisted on showing all the other royal seamstresses and tailors your first handkerchief. But it made you smile in remembering how big her smile was that week, as she was so pleased by how much you’ve progressed at such a young age.

When you were only six, your mother had begun to teach you how to properly extract the dye from beautiful flowers and the scales of brightly-colored insects. So skilled and nimble were your fingers that you even gave your childhood playmate, Aemond Targaryen, a thick green wool cloak with green and silver dragon embroidery. The cloak’s wool had been dyed by your hand with copious amounts of goldenrod and indigo flowers. You then carefully stitched silk to line the inside of the cloak to prevent him from overheating, as even the harshest winters in the Crownlands were hardly anything compared to the summers in the North. It had caught you off-guard in the almost too-tight embrace he locked you in, but you eagerly reciprocated as you could tell he appreciated the gift more than words could describe.

It was not just a gift for is name-day from a childhood companion, but also a way to reassure him that he will one day have a dragon. And even if the gods do not grant him worthy in their eyes, he would always be considered a prince worthy of the Targaryen name in yours. After all, there were not many princes that would willingly spend all their free time with a lowly seamstress’ daughter – even if the supposed seamstress that was your mother was so heavily favored by the Queen.

“Pearl,” came a voice with a tone far too serious despite its youth, “what are you doing in the Godswood?”

You lifted your head from old tome you were studying, only to see a young boy of only nine name-days, that stood as straight as one of the stone pillars that stood in the Sept of Baelor. His white locks nearly blinded you with how the sunshine seemed to reflect on them.

“Well my prince, as you can clearly see, I have decided to take advantage of this fine day to do a bit of studying of my own.” You lifted the near ancient tome on your lap to show him the title, Myths and Legends of the Jade Seas.

Whatever outwardly beauty the book possessed had long diminished, the spine was bent from the hundreds of hours spent looking through its contents and the letters were near faded to a dull grey as the pages yellowed from age. But the colors of the ink remained as vibrant as when they were first painted on the frail sheets, accompanied by beautiful imagery of magical dragons and elusive mermaids. The details were so fine and intricate that it felt as if you only needed to touch the ink in order to be transported into the stories. You remembered how you begged either your mother or father to read it to you every night, as utterly transfixed by the colors back then as you remained so now.

“You are more than welcome to join me, but if – and only if – you share one of those apples hiding in your knapsack.”

Finally showing an expression appropriate for his age, the young prince reached in his pouch to show two gorgeous apples – the skin was practically gleaming in the sun as your mouth watered for its taste. Aemond handed one to you as he sat by your side underneath the plentiful shade of the heart tree. Scooting over to make room on the overgrown root you sat on, you eagerly showed him strange text.

“Look Aemond!” you exclaimed as you shoved the book to his nose. “This book says that there were dragons in Yi Ti! Isn’t that amazing?”

Aemond looked at you as if you had suddenly grown two heads and five eyes. “How can there be dragons in Yi Ti? All the dragons save the ones in the dragonpit and the rocky shores of Dragonstone had perished in The Doom that sunk Valyria. Everyone knows that pearl.”

“These dragons are different! According to my kepa, Yi Ti dragons don’t even need wings to fly!”

The young prince rolled his eyes at that. “How could they fly if they don’t have wings? Even Carraxes the Blood Wrym has wings, and he looks like an overgrown red snake.” Honestly, his pearl could be so silly. “Besides, what would your father know? He’s a bastard from the Iron Islands, that’s nowhere near the Jade Seas.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “He heard so on his travels with Lord Velaryon and Prince Laenor! Apparently, these dragons use magic and live in the ocean. And they don’t even breathe fire! They make it rain and control the oceans!”

“…Pearl, I think you’ve been spending too much time making those dyes. The fumes must have gotten to your head.”

You openly gaped at your friend’s comment, completely in shock for how blatantly he dismissed you. It made you want to pound your fists on his person until he took it back. So naturally, you did just that.

“Aemond Targaryen, you take that back right now!” you shrieked. Although your actions told otherwise, the smile on your face showed that you took no true offense to his words. If anything, it pleased you to know that you could still make the stone-faced prince giggle as a boy should at his age.

“Never!”

As the two of you giggled and played, several pairs of wandering eyes spied and grimaced at the distasteful display. Although your friendship with the next generation of the royal family was no secret, much of the court disapproved of how highly the royal family thought of you and Prince Aemond’s friendship. After all, he was the second born prince of House Targaryen, born of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. By the time the Targaryen prince could toddle, great things were expected from him. From a very early age, he immersed himself in his studies befitting of a prince of Westeros. You, on the other hand, were only the daughter of a seamstress and a bastard knight who became a lord of a holding so minor that it had no name. You only skills were that you could make pretty dye, and stitch pretty pictures with a needle and thread.

But he always treated you kindly and defended you whenever his eldest brother decided to use you as his latest target for mockery. You were a precious pearl – his precious pearl – Aegon may be his brother, but he could never love Aegon as much as he loved you. True, your father being a bastard did you no favors in the Red Keep’s court, but Aemond would never tell you that himself. Instead, he openly acknowledged his bravery and commended his loyalty to the Crown. After all, how many bastards can boast that they saved the Lord Corlys Velaryon, holder of the Driftwood Throne, from a siege of pirates during one of the lord’s many voyages to Essos?

In turn, you always made sure to provide comfort and support whenever his brother and nephews decided to pick on him. Without fail, he would seek out your company – his eyes red and puffy, while his cheeks were wet from hastily wiped tears. You would take his hands and the two of you would venture out to the library’s more secluded sections. You made sure to pack whatever you have been working on with you. While you were glad that he came to you for comfort, it would do little good for either of you if you were to be punished for not completing whatever tasks your mother assigned you.

“Who cares if you don’t have a dragon?” you once asked him as the two of you laid next to each other, surrounded by books. “There are plenty members of the Targaryen line that did not have dragons, but they still lived out important lives in serving their family however they could. King Jaehaerys was considered a great ruler for how he served the realm– not for riding Vermithor. And even if you had a dragon, is that all you wish to be known for? Your grandfather, Baelon the Brave, was wise and beloved by the small folk for how he tried to make their lives easier. But all he is known for in history books is how he burned down Dorne with Vhagar.”

“Better to be known for a dragon than to disappear, not being known for anything – not even a dragon worthy of the Targaryen name.”

Sitting up against a bookshelf, you repositioned Aemond to lie his head on your thighs. Luckily the candlelight made the area dark enough so that you wouldn’t see his ears turning red. Instead, he buried his face in the soft cotton of your blue tunic as you stroked his soft silver white locks. Although his heart was beating erratically, your sweet scent along with your body’s suppleness was enough to take away any ire left in him.

“Stop that,” you ordered, “you will not be forgotten, don’t be so dramatic.” Eyes softening at his tense shoulders, you eased on the sternness of your tone. “Nyke pendagon iksā brilliant. Eman dōrī rhēdan anyone else qilōni kostagon ȳdragon Valyrio Eglie hae sȳrī hae ao.  Kostā solve problems bona aegon ēza trouble lēda during aōha lessons lēda se Giēñatī.  Aemond, iksā ñuha sȳrje raqiros.  Gaomagon daor ivestragon kesā sagon daor rūnas.”

You pretended not to notice how tightly he clenched your dress as you ignored the how warm the spot where his hot tears grew.

As you continued to stroke his hair, Aemond made a silent vow that when he finally claimed a dragon, you would be the first person he would ride it with. He thought about how his bastard nephews would always try to take you from him, especially Jace, how he despised that boy. No, your touches would belong to him, and only him. Your sweet words and kind demeanor were his to cherish. You were his pearl – his pearl – and no one else’s, especially not the pretend Targaryen that was Jacaerys Strong.

Yes, it pleased Aemond to know that he was your best friend. But sometimes it frustrated him in how you refused to take him seriously as a man. For example, he once announced that when he claimed his dragon, he would finally be a noble dragon knight who would protect you from the most vicious of beasts. No matter how he insisted on his sincerity, you only rolled your eyes at the proclamation. You told him that you had no need for a knight, let alone a dragon knight. You had your dearest kepa for protection, and there was no finer knight in all the Seven Kingdoms in your eyes. So silly was his pearl indeed.

“Ashi’!” a new voice called out, interrupting the comfortable silence between him and his pearl. It belonged to the king’s eldest grandson, Prince Jacaerys Strong Velaryon, heir to the Iron Throne after his mother, Princess Rhaenyra. “Your mother is looking for you! She said that she needs your help with Mother’s clothes!”

“Alright!” When you stood from you spot, you made sure to brush away any dirt or debris left on your skirts. You gathered your mother’s book in both arms when you made your way to the prince. “But why did my muña not send one of her attendants instead? It would not have been difficult to find me. Everyone knows that I enjoy reading under the Hearts Tree in the Godswood during my spare time. Are you not busy with your own duties, my prince?”

Straightening his posture to appear taller, Jace did his best to sound as authoritative as his father had taught him. “I just finished my lessons for the morning, and I volunteered to escort you. Besides, I figured that it would do me some good in practicing escorting you. I’ll need to do it in the future when I am king after my mother.” His round freckled cheeks reddened to a rosy hue at that last part.

Not at all catching the terribly obvious implication, you shrugged off his words as you figured that he meant that he was using you as practice for whichever future noble lady he would court in the future. However, the suggestion was not at all lost on your friend, who was still sitting on the overgrown root, glaring at his eldest nephew with a fury that rivaled the Great Doom that sunk Valyria.

“Well, we should be on our way then. Come on Aemond, we should get going!” You held out your held for your friend to hold on to, but were quickly interrupted by the brown-haired Targaryen at the side.

“He can’t! I mean-” stammered Jace as did his best in thinking of an excuse, “-I’m afraid my uncle cannot join us. You see, um – his mother, the Queen, requested his presence in her solar.”

“I’m sure my mother won’t mind waiting for a few moments while I join you in escorting my pearl to her favorite friend, nephew.” This wasn’t a lie on Aemond’s part. While he didn’t like the idea in keeping his mother waiting for him, he despised the thought of you being alone with the Strong Knight’s eldest bastard even more. Besides, his mother adored you as if you were her own daughter. It would have gone without saying that she would be happy with her son spending time with her best friend’s daughter.

“But why would you want to risk it, uncle?” Jacaerys wasn’t going to let his selfish uncle hog all of your attention. You were his friend too! It wasn’t fair that he had find crumbs of your time and affections, while his uncle got to feast on your smiles and laughter. He had spent hours with the dragon keepers of the dragonpit to help him train Vermax, all so that he could finally show you how close he was in riding him! But you were always too busy comforting his stupid dragonless uncle!

Enough was enough. Jacaerys may have been a Velaryon like his father, but he was also a Targaryen like his mother. It was he who carried the dragon’s blood, and dragons took what they desired or felt what they deserved. And he desrved to be with you more than Aemond.

“It’s alright Aemond, we’ll talk more later! Let’s go Jace, we shouldn’t keep our mothers waiting any more than we have.” Grabbing his hand before walking out of the gardens, you weren’t able to see the younger prince throw a triumphant smirk to his uncle before once more facing you with the story of how Luke accidentally got egg in his hair.

Watching his literal bastard of a nephew walk hand-in-hand away with his pearl, Aemond Targaryen felt his fury grow more potent with each step. He hated that you called his nephew by his nickname, all while he had none. What’s worse was the fact that you allowed him to refer to you as “Ashi.” What a ridiculous name, only a lowborn such as his nephew would refer to someone as precious as you as something as study and simple like “Ashi.” You were a pearl – his pearl, in fact. A fact that he felt was important to emphasize as he watched your head being thrown back in laughter. His anger grew to an all-time high when he watched you ruffle Jacaery’s hair with abundant affection.

Not wanting to make a scene, he walked to his mother’s chambers in fuming silence. While her presence wasn’t yours, maybe he could think of a plan to get you away from his whore of a sister and her illegitimate offspring.

If worse comes to worst, he might need to recruit his sister to his cause. He knew that Helaena would especially be thrilled in receiving your presence. You were the only one besides your parents that did not treat his beloved sister like an oddity. If you were not with Aemond, you were often found stitching with the young princess. It seemed that you were the only person in the entire world that could get her to smile.

Such a sweet girl, his pearl. Someone so kind was not meant to endure the presence of lowly bastards – even if they did technically carry royal blood.

He needed to come up with something fast.

Translations:

“Nyke pendagon iksā brilliant. Eman dōrī rhēdan anyone else qilōni kostagon ȳdragon Valyrio Eglie hae sȳrī hae ao.  Kostā solve problems bona aegon ēza trouble lēda during aōha lessons lēda se Giēñatī.  Aemond, iksā ñuha sȳrje raqiros.  Gaomagon daor ivestragon kesā sagon daor rūnas.” - “You’re brilliant. I’ve never met anyone else who can speak such fluent High Valyrian, especially at your age. You can solve problems that Aegon has trouble with during your lessons with the Maester. Aemond, you are my best friend. Don’t say that you will be forgotten.”

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[brifoxred]

HotD oc

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Princess Aenerys Targaryen

The Armyslayer

Aenerys Targaryen was the first legitimate daughter of Aemond Targaryen. Born from his marriage to Lady Anya Baratheon.

The girl had white hair and amethyst eyes like her father's, and as soon as she was born, the prince was captivated by his little daughter.

Fierce to face anyone with words or sword, Aenerys claimed her dragon, Nyxus at just 9 years old. Nyxus had been one of the few dragons to survive the attack on the Dragonpit by the smallfolk of King's Landing.

The little princess grew up, having adopted a fond habit of reading and dragon riding. Quickly understanding the events of the Dance of Dragons, she learned that the throne had indeed been usurped from the rightful queen, Rhaenyra. That is why she showed her support for her cousin Aegon III, and lent her services as a dragon rider to his cause. Thus becoming the name by which everyone would call her, the Armyslayer, due to her speed in descending from the sky and finishing off entire armies with Nyxus, eliminating any danger of revolt.

But her glory was short-lived, at the age of 17, Aenerys fell along with Nyxus, who had been wounded by a scorpion, weapons implemented to specifically kill dragons. Dying on impact with the ground.

Her mother, Lady Anya, locked herself in her room for days as she mourned the death of her most precious daughter. Finally, after a week, Lady Anya left the Red Keep with her 15-year-old son, Aenerys' brother.

During the years before her unexpected death, Aenerys had a friend, Andromeda Templeton was her name, of House Templeton. This friendship arose when both girls were 11 years old, and the closeness of the girls became so great that rumors began to emerge, calling the young Princess a dyke.

Andromeda suffered the death of her friend and presumed lover, and soon left the Red Keep to fulfill her duty to her house and marry into a noble house of the north.

Aenerys was burned and her ashes buried with the rest of the Targaryens in the Great Sept of Baelor, on King's Landing.

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This is just an oc, I haven't read the books (hopefully I will soon), I'm just using the info from the series.

I have several OCs so far and I hope to share them with you.

Although coming back to this post, this is just a manuscript because I have nothing completely decided.

Btw, Anya is also an oc just like Andromeda.

[lunaerys-archeron]

HOTD & GOT Fanfic List

The Shadow Queen (Daemon Targaryen x OC! Lunaerys Novak)

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King of Seas (Rhaenyra Targaryen x OC! Aelxys Blackblade)

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The Sapphire Dragon (Laena Velaryon x OC! Baelor Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen)

Prologue Chapter One

The Fallen Star (Alicent Hightower x OC! Maenar Targaryen)

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The Blood of Fire (OC! Elara Martell x OC! Aerion Targaryen)

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The Lost Prince (Daenerys Targaryen x OC! Alerick Titan)

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The Fire and Ice (Cregan Stark x OC! Visenya Blackblade)

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[thedeadthree]

six-ish sentence...tuesday!

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losing my mind by this piece do not mind me! im fine! really!

Iovanna.

she and the stars claim kinship.

Beautiful, for there isn’t a soul in the realm who can compare. Ethereal, for she is an illusion he wouldn’t mind being lost in for eternity to the end of his days. Divine, for she descended from the blood of the gods themselves. Or just simply stole their divinity, claiming it for herself.

Iovanna and stars claim kinship.

Because iovanna and the heavens will always be just out of reach of him. No matter how high Daemon soars on the back of Caraxes, he is just out of reach of them. Of her.

The same song and dance, their endless waltz. 

the tale of aurane "mark me down as scared and into it" waters <3

If he were a halfwit, which he isn't mind the reader, he would liken the lady before him to be her [visenya], rising from the ashes with violet eyes boring into his.

The woman dismounts from her mount, she then unsheathes dark sister from its scabbard... plunging the blade into the sand.

Starspire's eyes look to her rider below her and then find his, Dragon and rider mirror each other, staring him down.

If this is intimidation then he is welcoming it, she is both beautiful and terrifying.

Whatever this is, aurane is into it.

an una and aeggy thing!

the hour was late by the time una arrived back at the red keep, the cannibal had set out to return to dragonstone the moment her feet touched solid ground at the dragonmount.

She fought back smiling from the horrified bystanders.

Helaena awaited her at the gate.

"The crown is relieved you've returned in one piece, claiming a dragon is equal parts worth it and harrowing. I assume the ritual was successful?" she nods and Helaena continues, "I know the hour is late but Aegon expects you... has been the last four days I might add. He even thought to take to dragonback to retrieve you. We had to convince him how bad of an idea it would be for him to risk being sighted."

Una's eyebrows raise at that was he... worried for her? And here she thought from her first impression of him that he would rather eat his own hand than think of anyone other than himself... peculiar.

alma and sauron...! them!

And a successor needed an equal at their side.

He had long searched to find her again, he set alight to all who tried to halt him, and maybe even those who took her from him in the meantime while he searched to find her.

Then, by destiny, she found him.

It was destiny!

In this mortal form, it was destiny Almárëa, his Almárëa was whisked back to Valinor by her traitor mother, it was destiny they found each other once more.

They were always meant to burn together.

introducing cod! Karolina <3

“You must really enjoy my company huh?"

His gaze focuses harder on the scenery outside the window, maybe if he focuses hard enough... she'll vanish and he can hear his own thoughts once more, he doesn't turn to make eye contact, "I don't, Pajari. And this isn't over, there is still you telling us what you know, then I can hear the sweet sounds of silence again."

On this ride to where they needed to be to question her, Karolina could be focusing on gazing at the pretty scenery outside like he was.

She would rather bother him on this peaceful occasion, how lovely.

Her infuriating perpetually smug steely-gray gaze finds him again, "from the way I see it, and in the words of your countrymen, I think you fancy me, Simon."

and lastly! here is a wip of the family tree of iovanna using this template!

[loksthegreat]

tell me about your most insane awful targ oc! and some brief summary of each of visenya's children? (looks, personality, spouse, fate etc)

Okay! sooo Visenya has 15 children that survive infancy so I’ll do a list up of those first and then maybe do a second post about my most insane targs, depending on how long this one’s gonna be!!

First we have Maegor II (103-157AC) he has his moms Valyrian features, hes somewhat buff (for a Targaryen man at least) and sun tanned from spending time in dorne. He was often teased for not having a dragon as a boy (Daemon gave him an egg, but it hatched into a Wyrm and took a bite it of his cheek, when he was a baby) so he’s a bit bitter and put all of his energy into becoming a great warrior, which paid off and eventually earned him the nickname of ‘the warrior among men’ (because u know the warrior from the seven), he’s always been serious and very focused on being the perfect heir and later king. He was 7 when Otto and Vissy fought so bad that they didn’t talk for 4 years, he’s a big mommas boy so he never really got close to Otto after that. He married princess Velaris Martell in 120 when they where both 17, (Visenya made a deal with Vels aunt and possibly fucked her dad to make that happen) they only knew each other for a year beforehand, but the marriage went surprisingly well, apart from their problems to conceive a child for the first 11 years. I head canon Maegor as a big fat asexual so that may have something to do with that… well they end up king and queen anyway in 149, they are good at ruling and Maegor claims Vermithor upon his moms death, so he can’t go and defeat the Pirates and fleet of the three sisters that attack from the stones! He has 6 kids in total, his daughter Rhaenys becomes queen after him and he is remembered as the warrior king. In 157 Maegor grabbed Blackfyre and was about to storm of and mount Vermithor after hearing about Aurys death, but had a stroke and died. (Also funfact: Visenya had a vision of Maegor the cruel during labor and on the ride to dragonstone (it was her first dragon flight) so she named him that. Otto is not a fan).

Baelor I (105-130AC) is a lot easier, he takes after his father in appearance, save for the violet eyes, he wears his hair in a bit of a snappy short cut, that he probably did himself (without a mirror) and is also relatively build, he lost an eye during his pirating years, so he usually wears an eye patch. He was very close to Maegor as a kid, his disappearance in 120 was a hit for Maegor. Baelor, Jaehaeron and Aerion were always big fans of their uncle Corlys and spend a LOT of time on Driftmark learning how to sail and all that oceany stuff. In 120 he was allowed to join Corlys on his journey to the stones for the first time and promptly got lost and picked up by pirates, his family thought he was dead and he didn’t know where the f he was so he just spend some time living his life until in 128 AC his brother Aerion stumbles upon him in Braavos and takes him home. He never marries and is generally not a very good time to be around. Probably the most traumatized out of Vissys kids. He fights for Visenya at sea and drowns when his ship is destroyed in 130 AC, though it’s a bit of a rumor that he just when back to the stones to return to his common life.

Saeron I (106-154AC) is the older one of Vissys first twin boys, he’s the most gentle and soft spoken of her generally pretty feral kids, he’s pretty with long silver hair, violet eyes, a rather feminine face and slender but tall build. He’s found of music and poetry, which is why he is called ‘prince silver tongue’ in comparison to his twin who needs a sword to get what he wants while Saeron just talks his way round the house all day every day. He’s married to Lady Zahna Dayne, she’s a fierce woman with a sharp tongue and a liking for swordsmanship, she’s also in love with his twin, while Saeron would rather be married to her cousin Ser Aryon of his mothers kingsguard, sooo u Von imagine it’s not that great of a marriage, (they’ve been married since 126 AC, after 6 years of engagement, because no one thought they were actually gonna marry). They have have 3 children, (which might be Rhaenars…) and Saeron would def get on the insane list for being religious lunatic and self proclaimed prophet, but he’s not all that awful!

Rhaenar I (106-144AC) is the younger twin and one of my favorites to be honest, he’s taller than Saeron, slender but well trained, with long straight silver hair and Ottos blue eyes, he looks like Saeron because of the hair but he’s not as pretty. He’s his moms biggest supporter and would def have been on her kingsguard if the opportunity had been there. He’s known as ‘Silverlance’ or ‘Steelskiss’ and as you may have guessed he’s a great swordsman, but despite what the nickname suggests he can be quite charismatic and a smooth talker as well. He was in love with his aunt Rhaena III from a young age but she died before they could be together. After that he took a liking to his brothers betrothed and spend more time with her than Saeron during her visits to the Keep and Dragonstone. He married Baela (daemons daughter) in 132 and had 4 children with her. He was out fighting in 144 AC when the city was under attack and dismounted his dragon to follow an enemy into a tower, he was slain it what became known as the silver night, because it also saw the end of 2 kingsguard knights, by an unknown enemy, his body was dragged back to the red keep by ser Aryon Dayne (he’s gonna get a promotion for that) and bleed out in the man’s arms. It is very much unknown who killed him, since he was an undefeated knight (Baela burned down the part of the city in which he was killed later).

Jaehaeron I (108-130AC) was born on the step stones, since Visenya was currently fighting, Corlys had to help with the delivery cause there weren’t any midwives (he did not recover from that ever, even though he sure likes to rub it in with Otto) he strongly takes after his father in looks. Jaehaeron never married, since his mom was saving her children’s hands to make alliances. He was a decent swordsman and formidable archer. He enjoyed Sailing and during the dance he would sail up the rivers of the Vale and upon being killed in battle with a rebellious house of the vale, he is said to have come back to live twice and set sails for Dragonstone to support Baelors fleet, he didn’t make it in time, but managed to severely destroy the enemy ships before succumbing to his injuries alone on the shores of Dragonstone. Many belief that his Ghost still haunts the island and it’s castle. He is often used as a symbol of a revenge and remembered as the ghost of Dragonstone and the demon of the gullet.

Aurys I (110-157AC) was born a good 8 and a half months after Otto and Visenya split, and duo to his strong resemblance of prince Daemon there are some rumors about him being a bastard, he wears his hair at shoulder length and is the shorts of Vissys children, supposedly born prematurely. He was called ‘the small prince’ for most of his youth until he made a name for himself as a warrior, when killing three armed assassins from across the narrow sea that were tasked to kill the princes and her children, at only 12 years of age, after this he became known as ‘ser bloodnight’. He is a intelligent man and strategic advisor to his mother and later brother. He died in 157 in one of the first battles of the war of the Riverlands, falling from his dragon, and being impaled on a large lance. He was married to Rhaena IV (daemons daughter) they had only one daughter, Elaena I, who was said to be the spitting image of her father.

Okay so this took longer than I thought and it’s late so I’ll just update this with the other kids and the mad targs tomorrow cause I’m tired. Also if you wanna see some art of Visenyas kids I have a series of I think 6?? Posters with little introduction of them on them, I’ll see if I can tag them here, but check them out anyway!!! As always feel free to ask any more questions you might have!!

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Baelor Targaryen and Alys Stark for the @ohmyarda Ocs challenge From my fic The Doom in Our Blood Comes Back

As I mentioned in my past stories I've decided to submit my 16th illustration to a second challenge, as the characters of this drawing are both my ocs and I wanted a reason to talk more about them ☝️😊

This couple has appeared before in the TDIOBCB ship challenge and i gave some vague details about their backstories.

For the ones who already read my fic, Baelor already appeared and we also saw his birth, as he's one of the main characters of the story, while Alys is only briefly mentioned, as her appearance is not important in the events of the main story, at least till now.

However for the ones who still don't know them, this is a brief description, however, it will contain a major spoiler of my fic:

"Baelor Targaryen, or Baelor of Harrenhal, is one of the main characters of this story. He's the first and only son of Prince Aemond Targaryen and his first wife, Alys Rivers, the High Priestess of the Isle of Faces. Because of his mother's lineage, who was half human and half Children of the Forest, it's implied that Baelor inherited her powers and can practice magic. At the age of twelve, he claims Silverwing, becoming her first rider after Queen Alysanne. After his father marries his cousin Baela Targaryen, he becomes her stepson and her heir, however, he decides not to inherit Dark Sister. At the age of seventeen, he marries Lady Alys Stark, daughter of Cregan Stark and together they have one daughter Alyssa. Alys Stark is the first daughter of lord Cregan Stark and his second wife, Alysanne Blackwood: because it was Alys Rivers to arranged for her parents to meet and marry the two decided to name their first child after her. It will be later implied that Alys Rivers did that because, already back then, she knew that their daughter was destined to marry her son. In 146 AC, years after the events of the main story, she meets Baelor, who went to Winterfell in visit and the two will later fall in love. A year after they will get marry and have a daughter, Alyssa, who later will became the new Lady of Crows, like her grandmother Alys. "

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

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meag’s Masterlist

(A/N): My x Reader fics are always fem reader!

Stephen Strange x Reader

Hey, Stephen Series masterlist

-Timeline of the Hey, Stephen series

Savior of the Future series masterlist

Summary: The battle for earth has been won. But it cost earth’s best defender, your older brother, Tony Stark. One desperate plea to the cosmos sends you back to 2016 with all your memories and one objective: stop Thanos.

Anakin Skywalker

Dear Reader Series masterlist

Summary: It's been ten years since Anakin fell to the dark side. You and your brother, Obi-Wan encounter him on a mission.

Child of the Force (Anakin x OC)

Synopsis: Darkness rises, and light to meet it. Anakin Skywalker was not the only child made of the force. Elora Pavan was born to the maiden queen of an outer rim planet, a child of prophecy. She was discovered by Qui Gon Jin and his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi six years before Anakin Skywalker would be discovered on Tatooine. The true child of the prophecy remained a mystery, and only Qui Gon knew the truth.

Din Djarin

Hiraeth: (Din Djarin x OC)

Summary: hiraeth: (noun)

A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Robb Stark

Into the Lion’s Den series masterlist (Robb Stark x Trueborn Baratheon!Reader

Summary: As the princess of the realm, you are betrothed to the future warden of the north. What will happen when the truth about your siblings’ parentage is revealed? Will you be able to play the game of thrones?

The Great War (Robb Stark x Baratheon!OFC, Jon Snow x Handmaid!OFC)

Summary: My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war..

Jon Snow

Winter Rose series masterlist (King in the North!Jon Snow x Tyrell!Reader)

Summary: After the disaster in the Sept of Baelor, your grandmother sends you, now the Lady of Highgarden, to the North to keep you safe from Cersei and to forge an alliance with the new King in the North.

The Great War (Robb Stark x Baratheon!OFC, Jon Snow x Handmaid!OFC)

Summary: My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war..

Jaime Lannister

Labryinth series masterlist(Knight!Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)

Summary: The King and Tywin Lannister arrange a betrothal between the eldest daughter of the warden of the north and Ser Jaime Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock to quell the rumors of Cersei and Jaime’s affair.

The Last Great Targaryen Dynasty (Jaime Lannister x Targaryen!Reader)

Summary: As the only living child of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, you were raised in Dorne as a child of House Martell, hoping to one day retake your throne. During a visit to King’s Landing for the wedding of Joeffrey Baratheon, you meet the man who smuggled you out of the Red Keep and spared your life that day, the man everyone called Kingslayer—Ser Jaime Lannister

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i hope you don’t mind, but talking of deviantart targaryen ocs, i though you might appreciate my freaky boy, baelor… he’s the son of aemond and maris baratheon, has erb’s palsy from a traumatic birth. a weird, sickly kid who’s daddy’s favourite unhinged bastard in-the-making. his dragon is a wingless lindworm-esque thingy called dusk. grows to be the size of a lion and is crazy possessive.

YES SICKLY BOY PRINCE YESSSS i need more sickly boy princes....

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The Rogue Prince Chapter 6

Ao3 Link // Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x OC (Ellaria Ambrose) 

 Disclaimer:  This is more of an AU. This is nothing at all like the show or book. I am mostly taking the characters and putting them into another situation. This has very little game of thrones lore and I will probably get a wrong or have misinformation. If you don’t like that, don’t read.

 Summary: I was meant to marry the king and become the next queen. That's what I was meant to be doing here. Become queen and bear more heirs, that was it. My whole life planned out by my father wanting to be a united front with the Targaryen's. What no one planned for was Daemon. It is hard to plan for chaos. It’s even harder to plan who you fall in love with? Daemon has a bad reputation. One he has earned and is proud of. That should be enough to make me stay far away from him and in the safety of who I supposed to be wed to. Too bad, I couldn’t help myself. 

 Series Trigger Warnings: Age gap, violence, arranged marriages, cheating, love triangles, lose of virginity, cnc, just all around bad ideas.  

Chapter  Triggers: N/A

Daemon 

What the hell was I doing? I shouldn’t be kissing her. It was the last thing I should be doing. I wanted her to leave with her tail between her legs. Those thoughts were lost as I felt her soft lips against mine. I wrapped my hands on her waist pulling her close. Her small body against my hard one. She felt so small and delicate under my touch. I could destroy her in seconds if I wanted to. I didn’t. I wanted something else from her. I wanted her to be mine. I had kissed tons of whores and other women, but nothing compared to this kiss. It was something I couldn’t describe. Suddenly, I just wanted her in my bed. I wanted to be the one to deflower her. Not my brother. She needed to be mine. 

She pulled away from the kiss, her breath heavy as she did. I looked deep in her eyes as I placed my forehead against hers. 

“I am sorry,” she said weakly. “That wasn’t right of me to do that.” 

I met her eyes, there was a confused look in them. “What do you mean? You enjoyed it. I can tell. There is nothing to be sorry about.” 

“I shouldn’t have. I am to marry your brother. The king. I have been unfaithful.” She said as she put her face in her hands. “I knew I couldn’t do this. I knew I couldn’t stand up to you. What do you want from me? I know you want the crown. I didn’t know you would..” 

I sighed as I looked at her. This really wasn’t my intention. Of course, they talked about how beautiful the lady was. She was young though. That normally wouldn’t bother me, but I knew before I met her, she was naive. She lived with protective older brothers. I could tell it before I met Baelor and Jace. Jace was probably the worst of them all. If he could have taken off my head that night, he would have. They made sure she didn’t know the truth about the real world. I wondered if this was her first kiss. 

“This was never about the crown. Who told you I was after the crown?” I asked. It was a weird thing to bring up. Sure, I would love to have the crown on my head. It was something I always wanted. I knew I could be a better king than  my brother. This wasn’t about that though. I would figure out my own way to the crown. “Why do you think that’s all I care about?” I said as I remembered some of her words. “I got caught up in the moment and kissed you.” 

She shook her head. “You want the crown. That’s why you are trying to ruin this marriage for me and make me run away.” 

I couldn’t help, but laugh. “How does this marriage help me get the crown? Boy, I thought with you reading so much you would have some brains. I guess not. I am not being rude to you because I want the crown. I am being mean to you, because I don’t think my brother should take another wife.” 

“Why don’t you talk to him then? Instead of being mean to me?”  

“You sound like a damn child,” I said before running my hands through my hair. She did sound like a child, but she didn’t kiss like one. Why couldn’t I get that out of my head? It was like I couldn’t think straight. I just wanted to kiss her more just to get her to talk less. 

“I don’t mean to. Look, I am sorry, I am marrying him, but it isn’t something I want either.” 

I stopped. “What? You don’t want the crown? All the riches and greatness of being a queen? You don’t want that? Who wouldn’t want that?” “Me!” She sighed as she pushed past me walking toward the tree to pick up her book. “I don’t want any of this. I want my normal life back. Where I didn’t have to think of this honor and all that. I lived a carefree life as a child. Now, I have all these worries and you up my back, kissing me to ruin me or something.” 

“Then leave. We both get what we want. Go back to the reach. Leave. Take your brothers and that friend and don’t come back. You will get your life back.” 

“No, I won’t. You heard what you told me. My father needs this. If I go back, he will never forgive me.”  She took her book as she started to walk. I tried to grab her back, but she pulled away. “Let me go, Daemon. There is nothing else you can say. Haven’t you already done enough since I just got here?” She asked before she took off running back to the castle. 

❤️~❤️~❤️

I walked to my brother still unable to get that kiss out of my head. Now, my brother couldn’t marry her. There was no way I would be able to stay away from her. I could barely stay away from her now. I wanted to go back to kissing her. I wanted to feel her soft lips on mine again. I wanted more to. I wanted to explore her body, find things together that she didn’t even know about herself. I want her to cum underneath me for the first time. It was crazy, I know. I just kissed the girl. I barely knew her name, but she had gotten under my skin just now. She had gone from a shy girl to something else. There is a fire in her. A fire that is dying to escape.  

I moved into the throne room. I knew my brother would be there just getting done there with more meetings. More stupid meetings. Ones that I couldn’t even be bothered to come to. Not when he was on the throne. Not when he refused to listen to reason. He needed to listen to it now. He couldn’t marry that girl. He just couldn’t. He had to end it now. 

“You can’t marry her,” I said as I walked inside. I knew my abrupt words would get him. He had been just getting down from the chair when he heard me. My words caused him to sit back down. 

“What do you want, Daemon?” He asked. He looked tired, not that I care, but I could tell he had a long day. “I am here to tell you that you can’t marry her.” 

“Ellaria? Why?” He asked. That was her name. I finally got it. Ellaria. Such a beautiful name. “Because she is too young. She isn’t fit to rule a kingdom. She isn’t ready. You are rushing the poor girl into this.” 

“I don’t think you have a say. Besides, she is of age. She is the right age. She will learn with time how to be queen.” 

“Do you really think that is wise, brother?” I asked. “Push her into a role she isn’t ready for. The public is still wondering if she is fit to be queen. You are putting a lot of pressure on her.” 

“She would be fine, if you would leave her alone.” He snapped at me. “Brother, I think you are making things hard for her. She is nervous enough already and your little outburst at dinner did not help her one bit. She needs to feel welcomed here. If you aren’t going to do that then I advise you to stay away. This wedding is happening.” 

I opened my mouth to say something else, but shook my head as I turned to walk away. This wedding was not happening if I had a say in it.

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I certainly do not have problems with Jaehaera-lives AU. The only thing bothers me is that they tend to justify Jaehaera as a more reasonable mother for Daenaera's children. WELL, let's see. About Daeron, his war-thirsty character and amition is from the Greens? But look who's his closest war counselor? Alyn Velaryon. They made the war plan together behind Viserys. It's also not hard to relate Alyn impact on him from his mother's side. About Baelor? His zealousness to faith? Look he might look over-faithful but he was actually the one robbed the religious center from Oldtown to Kingslanding. Hightowers actually lost their religious status during his reign. Did he seem to side with the Hightowers? Then, Daena and Blackfyre descending from Jaehaera theory. But, these two civil wars were not relatable at all. The dance of the Dragons is about House targaryen's own heritage business. But the Blackfyre thing is more about the war bt secondary lords and the great houses, and a bit as an extension from the unbalanced benefit distribution after combining Dorne. Some previous green supporters supported Daeron, such as Lannisters . And is also normal for previous Black supporters to support Daemon. And let's look at what did Hightowers did during Blackfyre rebellion? They were not faithful allies to Blackfyres as they did to Greens. They hedged off to supported both sides as a speculator. They refused to march their men at the last decisive battle which lead to Blackfyre's fall. Then who's the most loyal House to support Blackfyre? Peake! They supported Blackfyre and got punished for every single rebellion they rised! Based on the Jaehaera-as-mother theory. I'd truly believe Myrielle Peake was the most reasonable mother to Aegon III's children. Last but not the least, Elaena had bastards with her "cousin" Alyn. Without the connection of her Velaryon mother Alyn would only be Elaena's uncle by marriage to Baela, which could not be called cousins as there's no true relation by blood.

My point is simply that do not try to justify one’s own favorism with weak reasoning. It’s perfectly fine to have Jaehaera-lives AU. Make your own child OCs. Taking other’s kids and twisted the truth won’t make favorism into fact.