Elizabeth

🔞 she/her oc content & some alysmond and aegond sprinkled in as well pfp by: riamourningstar 🔞

[aemondella]

ellaenor marwyn, my oc

🎨: @/riamourningstar on twitter

[aemondella]

glorious back shot

[aemondella]

ASOIAF OC Week

Day 2 | Parallels

Behind the scenes of creation

Rose / Arwen / Guinevere / Susannah

Thoughout my life, I have been subconsciously weaving together little pieces that make up Ellaenor. I discovered her in women who didn't know their own strength, who yearned unashamedly and loved with their entire soul. These characters were always at forefront when I began developing this mysterious woman with long dark hair and sad green eyes.

[aemondella]

“Ellaenor, I am aware of your lack of trust in me...in anyone. But believe this, if you believe nothing else: YOU are so beautiful. Do not allow your thoughts persuade you otherwise.

You are a treasure in this wretched world. And I am intoxicated by you.

Remember my words when doubt grips you, as I know it so often does. Remember, Ellaenor...and do not dare forget them.” - Prince Aemond Targaryen

[aemondella]

ASOIAF OC Week

Day 2 | Parallels

Mythologies

"I’m half alive but I feel mostly dead." - Jewel, You Were Meant for Me

The Ruler of Hel & Ellaenor

Like Hel, Ellaenor doesn’t fit the mold of beauty that society and stories impose on women. She’s complex, changed by her experiences, and others might find her unsettling. Regardless, she is unique, powerful, geniune and deserving of love.

Ellaenor’s physical and emotional trauma are some of the first things people notice about her. Her scars, anxiety and fear exude what she has been through. They also speak to what has been taken from her. After her time in captivity, she emerges still clinging to the girl she used to be and fighting to accept the woman now shaped by pain and horror.

Ellaenor is a bit of a self-insert for me, the person I’d be if I were suddenly dropped into a world of ice and fire and her trauma is symbolic of my own. Hel became close to my heart after I was diagnosed with several chronic illnesses. A part of me went dark and I know I can’t get that back. Instead, I strive to let that part of me coexist with the person I used to be.

[aemondella]

its asoiaf oc week on twitter! while ellaenor might not appeal to everyone, i still will show her off proudly. the artwork that i have c☆mmisioned and that has been gifted to me is too beautiful, too perfect to not share. ♡

🎨: @/riamourningstar on twitter

face claim: ali tate

[aemondella]

just want to stare at aemonds hands for hours. they are so large and dexterous, with pronounced veins. his fingers? need to kiss them. i can imagine the strength and grip those hands have. fuck.

gif credit:

Luna | she/her | 30s Minors DNI Side Blog: @mythals-eluvian

[aemondella]

big ethereal naturals in slow mo

[aemondella]

the tear in his eye...

[alysmond]

CRISTON WARRIORS NEVER LOSE THAT'S THE BEST CHARACTER EVER WRITTEN THAT'S THE HEART OF ASOIAF THAT'S JAMIE LANNISTERS GREAT GRANDFATHER THAT'S THE BEST WARRIOR THE REALM HAS EVER SEEN THAT'S THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFEEEE

[satlun]

AEMOND TARGARYEN’s BEDCHAMBER.

[valyrianheirs]

House of the Dragon Season 3 [First Teaser] | 2026

[aemondella]

He sees her laughing softly with a myriad of suitors, long dark tendrils escape her intricate crown of braids as she politely entertains the men vying for her hand. The midnight colored gown accentuates the green in her big, starry eyes. Although one of her many elaborate robes is draped over the ensemble, it is impossible to keep her curves hidden. A bit of cleavage peeks out from the embroidered bodice and he feels hot and unstable, unable to look away from the painful reality unfolding before him.

Fear and insecurities begin circulating in his mind as he is reminded, again, that she is not his. Although he held handfuls of those soft wavy locks as she hungrily kissed his naked chest just the other night in his chamber, she is not his. He could feel her hands and fingers gripping his long hair as he licked at the supple flesh of her inner thighs. He heard the sounds that spilled from her mouth. Little whines turned to quick gasps that escalated to desperate moans with his name on her lips as he slowly worked her into fervent peaks. He felt her arms hold him after they had both met ecstasy so intense he fought tears. Melting into her body, his head nestled in her heavy breasts, still damp with sweat, her nurturing kisses sent him into a spiral of bliss he had never known.

But she was not his. He was not hers. And if he did not act hastily to deter his political betrothal, she would be lost forever. Their shared moments, touches and words would shatter into a haunting memory he would chase until death.

[aemondella]

He fucks you so hard, he has to pray about it the next day.

[aemondella]

[aemondella]

Fireplace Aemond is always a delight 🫦🫦🫦

[aemondella]

My Ewanverse Calendar!

Which one are YOU?

I am May 🥰🥰🥰