Hesaella Mellaris 💭🌙
Finally finished the triplets!! Probably the saddest of the girls (3/3)
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In the shadow of the Fourteen Flames, the last of the Mellaris triplets entered the world in silence. She didn’t cry or stir, and both mother and child lay cold. Overlooking the birth was a long forgotten ancient Goddess. She took pity and breathed life back into them both. But from that moment baby Hesaella was marked, blessed and cursed as a dreamer.
Visions haunted her sleep: deaths yet to come, shadows of the doom, glimpses of fates no mortal should see. Nobles sought her out, eager to know their futures. Some paid her dearly to twist destiny to cheat death, but Hesaella warned them to not tempt fate. Few heeded her.
Amongst her clients was Manyx Dortigar, a dragon-tamer who asked not for prophecy but for her company. To him, she gave her heart. But fate is cruel. One stormy night, a vision struck so violently it seared her throat, leaving her voiceless. When she foresaw Manyx’s death, devoured by a maddened dragon beneath the full moon, she had no way to warn him or to spill her heart to him one last time. The full moon appeared days later and the tragedy struck true, and her heartbreak hollowed her soul.
Her mind unravelled and her heart tendons severed. Her spirit lingers in dreams, a shadow glimpsed in the sleep of other dreamers, weeping for a love she could never save. Even dreamers cannot escape fate…
ROSABELLE FLORENT IS....THE KIND THAT FEELS LIKE A SECRET
lingering touches, quiet tension, the unspoken understanding between two people. ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚ the kind of love people don’t always say out loud, but feel everywhere.
a sheet i made for my new asoiaf dragon, freilyr !
also known as the frost giant, freilyr is large but lithe and elegant in appearance. platinum-white scales shimmer with a blue iridescence, her frills/fins holding a light lavender color and her back accented with a sable in the same shade. her wings are striped lightly with a purple pattern. her eyes are a stunning sapphire blue. her flames are shock white with fire-orange tips.
she-dragon of queen daemyra targaryen, she is often found flying over the city of kings landing with her rider. the two are often accompanied by the queen consort venya velaryon and her dragon, bruunaxes, who is freilyr’s bonded partner.
freilyr is built moreso for speed and agility than brute force, but has no issues fending for or hunting for herself.
(yes, the lesbian queens have lesbian dragons bc who am i if its not sapphic in every way possible. also, in this universe the houses are not related at all, no inc*st thx)
layout of the sheet inspired by siosin_ on instagram
“From Essos came three rival competitors, grandsons of King Jaehaerys through his daughter Saera, each sired by a different father. One was said to be the very image of his grandsire in his youth.”
“Princess Saera herself was still alive and well in Volantis, and only thirty-four years of age; her own claim was clearly superior to those of any of her bastard sons, but she did not choose to press it. ‘I have my own kingdom here,’ she said, when asked if she meant to return to Westeros.”
This has been a long time coming, but I finally got it lol
Their names (plus fathers) L-R
Top: Braxaerys (sired by Braxton “Stinger” Beesbury), Gaella (sired by Tarquin Sand of House Dayne), Maegara (sired by Innenno Maegiros, a Tyroshi silk and wine merchant)
Bottom: Vaemon (sired by Varron Paenymion, a Triarch of Volantis), Daenys (sired by Bolthos Zoqu, a Summer Islander sellsword), Aelyx (sired by Thorio Aeleros, a Braavosi mummer)
Lore below the cut (mostly for my fellow saerahead cough @vaegonposting cough)👇
Braxerys, Maegara, and Vaemon were the ones who went to Westeros to press their claims. People just thought Maegara was an effeminate man because of her clothing and slightly androgynous looks. She didn’t bother correcting them because it amused her lol.
The siblings actually get along and are far more close knit and healthier overall compared to Saera and her own siblings. They have their differences but they do love each other (and not in that Targ way).
Each of them, save Aelyx, have different professions. Braxaerys is the justiciar of a Pentoshi magister, Gaella is a respected paymistress and negotiator of the Gallant Men, Maegara followed after her father’s footsteps and became a merchant, Vaemon is a shipwright of a shipping company and captain to his own galley, and Daenys is part of an artisan’s guild in Myr.
Vaemon’s paternal grandmother is a Dothraki woman whose khalasar was ambushed by slavemasters, being one of the few who eluded/hid from them. She managed to make it to Volantis and slowly climb the ranks by offering her services as a scribe and advisor. Vaemon visits her from time to time.
Braxaerys, Maegara, and Vaemon coming to Westeros as competing successor claims was just something they did because they and their mom thought it’d be funny to stir shit up. Each of them played exagerrated caricatures just to see if the Westerosi would buy it. Vaemon was even acting the opposite of his actual soft-spoken personality and being all flamboyant (as was noted in F&B) and bringing an elephant with him (dad lent it to him for the “vacation”). Once their claims were rejected and they left King’s Landing, they regrouped in Dorne’s harbor to meet with Gaella who sailed there in advance via a ship Vaemon lent her, boarded the ship, and laughed about how the Westerosi genuinely bought their “funny crazy foreigner” act.
Aelyx, being the youngest, is still trying to figure out what he wants to do. So he regularly accompanies his older siblings to see if he feels some interest or calling to their trades. Saera, for her part, tends to miss her baby boy, but she always reassures herself knowing that his older siblings are reliable.
Gaella was named after Gael and Daella, since Saera wanted to honor them in some way, and also out of guilt for how she alienated herself from Daella. Maegara was named after Maegelle and to a lesser extent, Viserra, since they were the two that Saera missed the most (she and Viserra were always close, contrary to popular opinion, and Maegelle secretly helped her escape the motherhouse). Vaemon, meanwhile, was named after Gaemon and Valerion (she doesn’t talk about it a lot, but seeing the deaths of her baby brothers traumatized her and she still grieves for them).
When Braxaerys announced his sire, most didn't believe that Braxaerys’ father is Braxton, thinking that Saera had just become half-mad after witnessing his death. What they don’t know was that Saera was actually pregnant at the time she had been punished by her father for her scandal, and it was part of what motivated her to escape the motherhouse and flee to Essos. Since Braxton was the last of her male companions that she slept with before word got out of her scandal, she was able to correctly guess that he was the father of her first child. For what it's worth though, Braxton's cousin once removed was at Kingslanding at that time and he noted with astonishment how much the young lad did remind him of his kin, and he does share Braxton’s coloring.
While most believe that Vaemon is the one who was said to have resembled his grandsire, it was actually Braxaerys who does. Specifically, Braxaerys looks like Jaehaerys but with Braxton's coloring (+freckles). The Old King just felt sour that the one grandson from Saera who looked remarkably like him was also Stinger's bastard (a postmortem fuck you from Braxton, if you will lol), so he had writings that specify Braxaerys having that resemblance scrapped or rewritten.
Daenys and Aelyx are very close, seeing as they’re the youngest of the family and they don’t have as big of an age gap with each other.
Maegara embraces her Tyroshi heritage wholeheartedly. She loves dying her hair all sorts of colors and wearing unusual hats. Though when she wants to be discreet, she either dyes her hair pure black or shaves it all off, the latter causing Saera some distress (her time in the Motherhouse has traumatized her).
Gaella and Braxaerys would occasionally sail to Westeros to meet with their kin on their fathers' side. The fact both of their fathers died before either of them were born makes it all the more important for them, since they still want to connect with them on some level. Braxaerys, sadly, is treated with indifference or resentment by most of his Beesbury kin. This is because the events surrounding his conception resulted in Braxton's death, which some of them (including Braxton's mother) can't help but blame Braxaerys for. His uncle, Braxton's younger brother, does adore him though. Gaella, meanwhile, is welcomed and embraced by most of House Dayne, since they see her as another piece of Tarquin left, especially since he was one of the few children his father (Gaella's grandfather) had who survived past the cradle. Dorne being remarkably less prejudiced to bastards also helps.
On her father's side, Gaella considers herself to have two grandmothers: Lady Arella Dayne neé Tolland (Tarquin's stepmother) and Mara, a nursemaid and Tarquin's birth mother. Arella, being the legal wife, is married to Lord Altos Dayne. Mara, being commonborn, is Lord Altos' paramour who was his long time childhood friend. Altos took Mara as his paramour with his wife's permission and understanding that whatever children they have won't inherit Starfall, and it was an agreement all parties took to heart. Mara and Arella are good friends and both cared for Tarquin deeply, so both also consider Gaella their granddaughter.
Vaemon and Daenys would often go sailing together, as Daenys was interested in learning how to do so, and Vaemon saw no reason to exclude her from it. Because of this, he’s her favorite older brother, and second favorite brother overall (Aelyx will always be her favorite brother).
Braxaerys would sometimes act as his mother’s eyes and ears from Kingslanding, at least prior to him going there with Vaemon and Maegara to formally present himself as a claimant to the Iron Throne. It was also there that he met his half-brother on his father’s side (one of Braxton’s other bastards), Harmen Waters, and the two got along well.
Daenys, once she was confident in her sailing skills, would regularly visit her paternal relatives in the Summer Isles. She also struck up a friendship with a woman there named Amarra who was a traveling merchant with her own ship and crew, and the two regularly exchanged letters and gossip, along with gifts.
Gaella is often underestimated due to appearing as a pampered and spoiled lady, something that she is well aware of, so she makes use of this image most have of her. Around potential enemies, she makes herself come off as vapid, spoiled, and naive so that they let their guard down. It’s only among trusted allies that she shows her true colors as a cunning and competent negotiator.
Aelyx, while insecure in his capabilities and skills, is a very talented musician. He’s been described as having a beautiful singing voice and is skilled with the harp and flute. His family, however, didn’t know about this until one morning when Daenys saw him playing a song he made up for some of the local children he befriended with a flute he bought.
Vaemon would soon meet and be introduced to Daenys’ friend Amarra, and he admired and respected her for business and sailing skills. The two regularly crossed paths and shared correspondence, and it soon became apparent that they had grown to have feelings for each other. They eventually married in a ceremony following the Summer Islander’s traditions and rituals.
❝ I sailed with Corlys on the Ice Wolf beyond the Wall when he attempted to discover a northerly route around Westeros in the Shivering Sea. All we found were icebergs and frozen seas so we turned bac. But what if we hadn't ? ❞ (1)
Larissa & Amias embark on another dangerous adventure ! With only a prophetic dream to guide him, Amias convinces his wife to journey further than the Watch calls "insane". Perhaps there's a gods prayer they can convince the lone ice dragon to defend innocents in an ensuing war.
Featuring the secluded "Lost Targaryen" family who chose to move far past the Wall centuries ago. Most of the continents have forgotten they exist while others spread glossed memories & ballads. With mostly white walkers & wildings to contend with, the small kingdom would rather stay hidden behind the Wall than expose themselves & join a war below they hold no stake in. The royal family does not seek the Iron Throne. They witnessed the anarchy that plagues those seeking its power. As perilous a mission it is to find the dragon, it may prove even harder convincing it to leave.❄️
for the inspo!! ♡ we know we're set in h0td timeline just so I can make heart eyes at @samwilsonns and @kingsroad characters. but these two might appear in a more game of T setting because I love the worlds of @toilandtroubledbled and @stachedocsocs a big ♡ thank you ♡ to @zoyazenik, @prosemoireia, @fleetwoodmcs, @toilandtroubled, @richitozier, @fragilestorm, @elmunson
Vhaessa Mellaris 🐉🩸🗡️
My second (2/3) Valyrian oc!! hope you enjoy the legend 🫶🏻
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In the age before the Doom of Valyria, when the empire still brined bright, there was a woman born into House Mellaris who hungered not for power, knowledge or wealth, but for dragons. Her name was Vhaessa, second born of the Mellaris triplets.
She carved runes into her skin, worshipped the fire, and gathered the remnants of dragons. Scales, egg shells and bones. She was obsessed with the dream not to ride or take a dragon, but to become one.
On the night of her final ritual, all was prepared. The fire burnt brightly. She laid stolen eggs in a ring of crushed obsidian and poured her life’s blood upon them. The earth shook, the eggs split, and from within burst shadows. They poured into Vhaessa, twisting her body into something neither human nor dragon. Some say her cries became a dragons roar before the flames devoured her.
When the fire finally guttered out, nothing remained of Vhaessa but the glinting ruby from her headpiece and a single blacked scale pulsing with heat like a living heart.
Sailors that pass Old Valyria claim that there is a shadow dragon that circles the ruined empire, living amongst the flame and despair of the shattered land.
Love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. You listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. You committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the deafening quiet of a taxi. There's mold covered rage within you. If to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. Pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. There is fear in settling down and being seen. There is a glass screen between these bodies and you. Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. The sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. Desire doesn't discriminate between hands or spoken word. Why should you?
