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A Song Of Ice And Fire - Blog Posts
Morning prayer
A late night Cersei wip
My baby bang princess Lana Lannister and also my first digital art piece- wow
Here- have a rushed Ashara Dayne before my trip to Poland. Not pleased with it, but I have nothing better to post
Ceryse Hightower
Everyday I just play spin the wheel to pick which Asoiaf lady to draw. And today the lucky winner was Ceryse.
Helaena Targaryen 𖦹 *٭ 𓆣 𖢥 𓆣٭ *
Managed to acquire acrylic markers (a never before seen thing in my city) so there will be an art flood coming. And why not start with a Targaryen I haven’t drawn before.
Rhaenys the conqueror
Trying to figure out a vibe for the conquerors…
“Light of the West” Cersei Lannister
It was intended to be in watercolour… but I used the wrong paper and it got ruined. All that remains is an inked sketch. Maybe I’ll redo it 🤷♀️
The one and only… Sansa Stark⋆˚࿔
Something of a concept for her in the hand’s tourney. Still some northern elements before it all goes tragically and the south overtakes her wardrobe :)
Catelyn (Tully) Stark 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Aemma Arryn, Genna Lannister, Mya Stone, Dacey Mormont
Helaena Targaryen, Jocelyn Baratheon, Lady Stoneheart, Lanna
sketches!!
I've been slowly obsessing more and more about asoiaf fashion in the past 6 month, and really developing in details how it would look in different regions, classes, etc (the North being the one I have the most complete picture on). And I wanted to put some of this to paper instead of endlessly turning it in my head before I go to sleep. Usually when I costume design it is confined to a specific character, I've never done like worldbuilding fashion design, but idk asoiaf really gets me going.
So here's the North ! I could have kept going and added more stuff, but if I try to spew all the shit that's in my head I'm never gonna finish this x) So I focused mostly on great houses/nobles fashion for this. Maybe I'll do a sheet for smallfolk or practical clothing like battle armour after I'm done with all the kindoms. I already have to continue the anti AI quest...
Daenerys seeing Rhaegar in the House of the Undying by Arantza Sestayo for the 10 year anniversary of TWoIaF
"Does he have the..." "The sword of Aegon the Conqueror? Blackfyre? Yeah, he does."
Ive decided don’t want a season three, jace is too pretty to die 😭😭
okay so with the garreth one i REALLY REALLY wanted to set it in game of thrones and i accidentally wrote way too much cause i wanted to flex my asoiaf knowledge, man i was googling shit and everything. i know that bot is NOT gonna write that much to match so i figured id post my blurb, fair warning its mostly worldbuilding and barely any present context since i overdescribe way too much :) obviously its a little non canon cause i made the dragons into dragon shifters, but dany still has her three dragons wherever she is. not sure when this is taking place tho but lets guesstimate it around the end of season 1 so daenerys just got her dragons. anyway here it is, obviously i used my own appearance but im censoring out my name but im not gonna use y/n either since the appearance is so specific. anyway enough blurbbing
credit to @greedyforgarreth for the dragon shifter thing
slight nsfw if you squint??? its a singular exposed titty but its the culture and not contextually sexual
lmk if yall want more game of thrones x hogwarts legacy content
Game of Thrones AU! Dragon Shifter!Garreth x Author
The mates had set up their lives on the southern coast of Essos, opting to take shelter in the great city of Qarth, situated in the middle of the Red Waste. It was a city of excess, sophistication, and decadence that they both came to enjoy indulging in. Being among the very last of the dragons, Garreth and AUTHOR (by proxy) were treated to the very highest of luxuries and comforts by courtesy of Xaro Xhoan Daxos. Xaro was one of the Thirteen, the ruling body of the city, and he was the wealthiest of all of them. He never asked for anything in return, glad to simply be in the presence of and serve one of four dragons in all of existence.
Garreth was a lot more impressive to the Qartheen, being fully matured as opposed to Daenerys Targaryen's three newborn dragons. Garreth could never say he hated anyone or anything; he was a sweetheart through and through. The exception to that, though, were those belonging to house Targaryen. For centuries, they used the power of their Old Valyrian blood to enslave the dragon shifters, using them to fight their petty wars and pointless battles. Everyone sang the praises of Aegon the Conquerer, but the three greatest dragons to ever live: Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes were all relegated to mere servants of the silver-haired slavers that Westeros called kings and queens for hundreds of years.
Garreth was sat upon a chaise lounge, with brilliant blue upholstery and handsomely adorned with plump pillows and silk drapes of a hundred hues. When in his human form, he always wore a more traditionally Dothraki ensemble. Horse leather trousers, boots, a roughspun wool wrap around his waist, and a belt of heavy gold medallions on top of that. Garreth preferred this over the richer fashions of Pentos or Lys, as he liked to feel the sun on his skin, and clothes made him feel rather restrained. And besides, any clothing on his torso would impede the use of his wings.
The Dothraki horselords typically adopted body paint, but AUTHOR had convinced Garreth to forego it in favor of letting the brilliant red and gold flecks upon his shoulders show their true beauty. She had always admired how they glittered in the sun like so many jewels, reflecting the light to make it seem as if he was on fire himself. He had actually led a khalasar of his own for a short time, but since he did not speak, some of his more powerful warriors thought him weak. And when the Dothraki thought their khal weak, they opted to take his place. Suffice it to say, he took his lover in his claws and flew someplace else, far from Vaes Dothrak.
AUTHOR was draped over Garreth's lap, opting to dress in the traditional garb of the Qartheen people. She wore a tokar of emerald green silk, embroidered with serpents and dragons with silver thread. The feather-light silk hugged her slender, pale form, and the way it was wrapped around the body exposed one breast, as was custom in Qarth. Around her waist was a handsome silver belt, adorned with silver chains and inlaid with emeralds the size of a baby's fist. Around her throat was a silver choker to match her belt. Though the real beauty came from her eyes. When AUTHOR's mate had taken her in the woods back in Westeros and given her his fire, she noticed that it had begun to change her over the months. What was previously a chocolatey brown was now stark white, and her pupils were slitted like Garreth's. His scales manifested around his shoulders and somewhat down his back, but AUTHOR was beginning to see miniscule emerald flakes under her eyes and on her lower back.
Garreth stared out of the window at the noblefolk going about their business below on the streets. Their bedchamber was filled with every creature comfort they could ever desire, and Xaro saw to it that it was well decorated. Wild flowering ivy crept in through the open window onto the sandstone walls, which were laden with tapestries and strings of colored glass bulbs in every size and hue you could imagine. In one corner of the room was a brazier, burning a concoction of dried leaves and flowers, filling the room with a calming and almost choking aroma.
AUTHOR, however, requested something more on the creature side of creature comforts. Qarth was a strange city in a strange land. Back home in Westeros, her father always told her tales of creatures from across the Narrow Sea. Chickens that breathed fire and turned people to stone, great big lions with the heads, wings, and front legs of eagles, turtle spirits that led children to water and drowned them. But her favorite tale was that of the basilisk. A great serpent that can kill simply upon looking into its eyes. So Xaro had one hatched, and AUTHOR kept it safe within a terrarium, though she had opted to let it roam free this afternoon. What Xaro Xhoan Daxos found unusual, however, was her ability to communicate with it. She was no stranger to foreign languages, having learned the Common Tongue and some High Valyrian growing up, while learning Dothraki after Garreth brought her to Essos. But this was always something she just...seemed to know.
Garreth stroked AUTHOR's short hair, which was styled more akin to the Tyroshi fashion, colored a deep emerald to match her gown. Her eyes were fluttered closed, basking in the warm breeze and relaxing under Garreth's tender touch, with her small serpent wrapped around her arm. Thankfully, the basilisk's stare did not affect greater beasts like dragons.
It was not quite so hot as it had been a few months ago when they had arrived at Qarth. The heat only seemed to be dying down these days, ever so slowly as the days passed. The people of Westeros said this was the longest summer in hundreds of years, but as the Stark words say, winter is coming.
Garreth peered down at the cobbled street, seeing a group of three Red Priests urging the Qartheen citizens to turn their faith to R'hllor, their god of light and fire, so that they may be spared from the Long Night to come. It was said that the longer the summers, the harsher the following winter will be. And this summer had lasted nine years thus far, so who can say what the winter will bring? Will they manage to survive? Of course they will; they can survive anything, so long as they are together.
The pair of them need not worry about winter now, nor about the Targaryens, nor about the lords of Westeros fighting for their silly chair across the ocean. Lannisters, Starks, Baratheons, what did it matter to them? Garreth and AUTHOR had each other, and that was good enough for them. Damn the Iron Throne, and damn the Targaryens. They would be slaves or servants to no one. Not forced to burn down the keeps of enemy lords, and not forced to marry a lord and become a broodmare either. Before she ran away with Garreth, AUTHOR was engaged to marry Sandor Clegane, a knight serving under King Joffrey. He was never cruel to her from their encounters, but he was not kind with his words, nor kind to look upon either, as one half of his face was covered with scars from being burned. But now? She had someone who she loved, and who loved her in return. And even besides, the Hound could never have treated her to power nor pleasure as Garreth did.
"The world is ours, moon of my life. No one can hold us back now."
Garreth murmured aloud, in the Common Tongue that AUTHOR had taught him over the months. He preferred to call her by the Dothraki term of endearment, from a mighty khal to his khaleesi. His gaze travelled down to meet hers, his mate's head upon a pillow propped against the arm of the chaise. Their pupils mutually dilated as they always did when they looked at each other. AUTHOR reached a hand up to run her fingers through his fiery red curls, and her palm rested upon his cheek.
"It always will be ours, my sun and stars. And who would dare stand against us? We are the last true dragons."
Dragon-Shifter!Bots
Yeah, so — this happened. *slinks away*
Lovely photos by the lovelier: @cuffmeinblack and bots based on @greedyforgarreth fic: here
(No one works faster than me, making insane bots for you all to enjoy...LMAO — okay, bye, enjoy)
i love bran stark. he’s so weird. every time he pops up on my screen i’m just. wow. whatever you say, beautiful
love her so much i cAN’T
STAR WARS X ASOIAF : Arya & Sansa Stark
Robb and Sansa Stark
Finish a drawing challenge level impossible
The young kings Robb stark and Joffrey Baratheon
Just an old sketch I found I NEED more art of Joffrey and robb like idk like idk i mean they're both a mama's boy and yk idk i just want more of them
Prince Eddard Baratheon and his first born daughter princess Cassandra (OCs)
Kid Robb and Jon (Sketch)
The boys deciding to cut their own hair and it's Jon's turn and he can't stop complaining because he's never met anyone he likes better than his own hair
POV : You're Jon Snow and you've made the mistake of not knocking when your cousin is having his " very close friend" around
An old sketch I found of my got oc prince Eddard Baratheon reading the " educational" book his uncle Tyrion sent him for his 12 name day
Pony Lucarys Velaryon for @lukeeloover
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