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asoiaf artist // any pronouns

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“Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.”

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Taena of Myr

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“She knew what Taena desired. So be it. If the woman was besotted with her, that would help ensure that she and her husband remained loyal. In a world so full of treachery, that was worth a few kisses.”

My beloved women again

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Three cheers for sweet revenge × roosecat

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[novembermorgon]

jeyne

[goatladys-blog]

Gustav Klimt's "The kiss" but make it Thramsay.

The original painting is very dub-con to begin with, I thought it suited :) Cheeky little water colour with ink outlines.

[gotheyjoy]

bolton half-brothers: domeric and ramsay

[ahvene]

No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold

[wormlips]

Backstory: After Theon fails to recapture the missing Stark children, Reek comes forth with a secret plan concerning the miller's wife and her two boys. As the details of the plan cannot be allowed to spread, Reek also offers to kill their three accompanying ironborn after the deed is done. Theon sees no other way to resolve his current dilemma and accepts Reek's offer. It's only one favour for another, after all. @kingsmoot Thank you for helping me with the writing and motivation. I hope this is as good as you expected it to be!

CW: child death, dead bodies, mild gore, unwanted sexual interactions

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Lady of Barrowton

[lmaowh-at]

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors

Where he discovered a reflection of himself

Sometimes he saw his real face

And sometimes a stranger at his place…

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Young Griff and Wylla Manderly

[oananovicov]

"Eons seemed to come and go. The sounds grew louder. She heard more laughter, a shouted command, splashing as they crossed and recrossed the little stream. A horse snorted. A man swore.

And then at last she saw him ... only for an instant, framed between the branches of the trees as she looked down at the valley floor, yet she knew it was him. Even at a distance, Ser Jaime Lannister was unmis-takable. The moonlight had silvered his armor and the gold of his hair, and turned his crimson cloak to black. He was not wearing a helm."-AGOT -Catelyn X

I've finished it 😊It took me eons...The Battle of The Whispering Wood

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Random asoiaf women

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“I will never give you cause to weep, Your Grace. If I do, say the word, and I will give myself to Qyburn. I want only to be close to you. To serve you, however you require.”

Cersei Lannister × Taena Merryweather