Why are people theorizing that all the Martell will die? I mean, I'm pretty sure that Arianne will make it or at least I would be disappointed if she dies, and the same with Sarella/Alleras.
combination of having no idea where the narrative is headed for them, the show and constant misreading of characters while having a holier than thou attitude in contrast also a bit of racism.
like Doran was already being misread as this mastermind genius or this blood thirsty idiot when he's just a lord with grief trying his best to get justice with less blood on his hands he shares the same themes with ned somewhat but theres just different results happening (he gets to actually somewhat resolve his problems with his daughter, gets to actually grieve his first born, possibly gets to reconnect with his foreign wife,will possibly unlike Ned see the fall of the lannisters before dying) .
Lots of ppl dont know what to think of the sandsnakes other than theyre cool but all doomed and while i think this is some of grrm's bad writing at hand its also the weird bias ppl have of them vs the starks where they think one family is the only ones who have righteous vengeance but god forbid you want to depose the lannisters for the shit they did to elia/oberyn (yes oberyn died gruesomely in a legal duel it doesnt mean they shouldnt be angry af considering the transgressions thats happened against them) and when i say that the starks have equally all the red flags of doing incredibly fucked things in the name of vengeance and having tragedies befall on them im the bad guy despite being a house stark patriot!!
it doesnt help that the show gunned down the dorne plot so badly ppl who use the show as an outline for the books basically gave up on trying to figure out the trajectory of their stories ignoring that the show clearly smashed stories together to make it easier for them out of laziness and we got jaime fucking around in dorne, the sandsnakes racist writing beating the books and nonsensical character writing for house martell so they guess they'll just all die cause their presence is inconvenient for what ideas theorist have for the books im so sorry alt shift my guy but that video did unprecedented damage to how ppl perceive dorne/the martells
Chat, I'm making stickers again! they are currently for a halloween show I'm taking part in irl, but they're definitely going on my redbubble once I sort it out.
TLDR is I need you to vote on what ideas you wanna see most.
which single sticker?
Beetlejuice Sandsnakes
Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas
No Face from Spirited Away with their mouth open
Bill Cypher from Gravity Falls being creepy
The Summerween Trickster from Gravity Falls
Ghostface on the phone like "So do you want me to bring the pizza or no...?"
Pennywise as a little guy captioned "I am about to make myself an issue."
Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Slight Elllaria Sand
Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE)
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: Explicit language, cannon violence, Decapitation, mentions of rape, mentions of murder, murder, allusions to sex, smut, Dilf energy, Milf energy,
Warnings 2.0: Dirty talking, Breeding kink, hair pulling, scratching, oral (female receiving), Oral (Male receiving), Electrical Shocks???, Unprotected Penetration (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!)
Summery: It doesn’t take a scholar or royal adviser to figure out the invitation the Royal Wedding in Westeros has some underlining conditions. Not that it matters to you or your son, the opportunity to go to a country so far away that impressions wouldn’t do much to your reputations is just too good to pass up. And who better to live that thrill to the fullest than with the Red Viper of Dorne.
I press my lips to Oberyn’s as we stumble into my chambers, his facial hair scratching against my skin and palms as I cup his face. Oberyn’s hands fall to his armor to unknot them as I’m sure he has done thousands of times before. Thumps of the heavy leather armor bounces through the room leaving him in just the underclothing, in which state I take over undressing him while his hands move to grab at my body through my silk.
“Have me viper, have me and I’ll have you.” I whisper against his lips as I lift his shirt. Oberyn pulls his body out of the shirt before bringing it back to mine, “When you first told me that you fucked those you keep, it made me cautious.” He confesses, wrapping his fingers around the sashes of my kimono. “But then your son told me it was only a ruse of sorts to protect your heart. That the one’s you fuck are some of your closest friends, the ones you will keep in your heart forever.” He murmurs pulling at the top of my kimono, lowering down to expose my shoulders so he may press his lips to them.
“Had I known you’d keep me in your heart I would have been less hesitant.” He whispers, pulling the silk away from body and letting it fall to the floor. I drag my hands along his skin, occasionally tracing a deep scar as he presses his lips into every groove of my throat and shoulders. “Savior it Viper, for I leave before the sun rises. I suggest you leave for Dorne as soon as you can.” I murmur softly, “Let’s not talk in the future, lets talk in the now. Like how I’m going to bury my tongue in your cunt, before I fill you with my next bastard.” He grins viciously. I quirk an eyebrow at him before taking him by his trousers and dragging him over to the bed. Shoving him down to sit before straddling him, “They will not be a bastard but a Dragkoi and Martell, born from blood of the blue dragon and the venom of a deadly viper.” I whisper pushing my hips down over Oberyn’s hard cock.
The man groans into my lips, “I did not know you were Targaryen?” He mocks. I scoff with an eye roll, “The Targaryens HAVE Dragons Viper, The Dragkois ARE the dragons.” I whisper, pressing my lips to his throat and releasing a spark. “Fuck!” Oberyn groans, I grind my hips down on my, running my cunt over the outline of his cock that's pressed firmly against the fabric of his trousers. “Should you fill me with your child, I must warn you I do not carry bloodlines, I raise warriors.” I purr sliding down from his lap to my knees, Oberyn’s eyes follow me, desire raging like the waves of the sea. “Your child will not be bastard, but a warrior if they choose, a healer if they wish, a leader if they so desire.” I whisper slowly, pulling Oberyn’s trousers off with each little phrase. “But even as a dragon they will be a Martell, a Sandsnake.” I smile as Oberyn’s pops free, thick and at the ready. “A Sandsnake of Dorne.” I hum out before dragging my tongue from base to tip, “It would make a fine new clan to add to my empire.” I coo before sinking my mouth down on Oberyn’s cock.
The man above me hisses and forces himself to look at me as I hollow out my cheeks and press my nose into the curls at the base of his cock. I drag myself back up before pushing back down, I keep my eyes with his searching for that fire that rages inside him. “Perhaps send some of your girls,” I suggest after pulling myself off of him, I lick along his shaft again, “They’d make the perfect foundation to Clan Sandsnake.” I murmur before sucking gently on the tip of his cock. Oberyn throws his head back at the sensation, “I’d love your girls the way I loved mine, love them the same way you love Mori.” I purr popping off.
A snarl rips from the man’s throat as he suddenly reaches down and drags me up the bed, this time it’s him sinking down to the floor. I let him toss my legs apart before he’s thrusting two fingers into my cunt, I moan freely at the feeling, his battle worn fingers creating the perfect texture against my walls. I gasp feeling his tongue press against my clit, I look down my body to see Oberyn staring up at me, his eyes swirling with determination, but no fire. It seems I haven’t pushed him far enough yet. “Two children and your cunt is still tight like a virgin.” He hums against my bundle of nerves. “Their father preferred the company of his loose concubines while I was to remain only to him. I've taken few lovers since then.” I breathe out laying back to soak up the sensation of his hand and mouth. “What a damn fool.” He snarls before sucking roughly and pressing his fingers deep into the soft spot of my walls.
A moan rips from me and I can feel the man grin, I thread my fingers through his hair and use the grip to urge him along, even if the man needs no urging at all. “Fuck Oberyn.” I whine as he strikes the bundle again, there's a rush of heat in my stomach and a spark in my veins. “I feel it, you know.” He muses, striking that spot again. “That spark inside of you, I feel it every time I press here.” He chuckles, making a point to hit the soft spot again. The heat in my gut builds and pulses thumps rapidly. “Oberyn.” I plead softly, only to whine as he leans forward and drags his tongue over my clit. “Please!” I hiss, pulling at his hair. Oberyn doesn’t reply, only thrusts his fingers forward and presses into that same spot while his lips suck against my clit. It’s just what's needed to see stars, the heat in my stomach flushes and there's a small spark that pops off my body.
I heave in deep breaths as Oberyn pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. He leans over the top of me and presses his lips to mine, I move my hands to cup his cheeks and deepen the kiss. When he pulls away I look into his eyes, looking, but still no fire. “Come on Viper,” I call softly pushing my legs up to wrap around his waist, “Show me the man who bred the sandsnakes.” I challenge running my thumbs over his cheek bones. Oberyn’s eyes darken and his hands pull at my legs, I exhale sharply feeling the head of his cock press against my opening.
“Is that what you want from me (y/n)?” He hisses, “A sandsnake? A daughter for your Empire?” He snarls, forcing his cock inside of me. I throw my head back at the split, the searing heat burning along my walls as the stretch pulls at everything else. “Not a daughter, your daughter.” I whisper breathlessly, opening my eyes to look at him, “Or perhaps, you may fuck a son into me.” I dare. Oberyn’s eyes flare to life, there it is, there’s the fire. Oberyn’s lips curl around his teeth as he thrusts forward violently, the stretch not yet faded and heat still burning. My eyes snap close as my hands grab at the flesh of his back.
“Is that it? Are you going to be the one to bear me a son?” He snarls thrusting so hard my body is pushed further up the bed, Oberyn’s hip following after not daring to let me escape. “My tenth child, a son, just like the ninth.” He growls so deep I feel it rumble from his naked chest against mine. I claw at his back and he hisses, violently lifting up and raising my leg over his shoulder, his arm wraps around it and presses it to his chest to keep it there. His thrusts ripping threw me as the burning sensation goes deeper, a familiar heat building in my gut.
“I feel it again, that spark that runs through you when you cum. It'll feels so good around my cock. Give it to me dragon, let me feel it!” He groans out leaning forward keeping my leg at his shoulder, the angle allows his cock to reach that soft spot inside me. “OBERYN!” I screech digging my nails into his forearms, “Cum on my cock dragon, cum on my cock so I can feel your spark. Fucking give it to me.” He growls forcing his hips to bruise mine. “I’ll cum so hard, so deep. Fuck in my child you want so desperately.” He snarls, leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine. “Almost. Almost.” I plead through a small sob, Oberyn bares his teeth again, his eyes raging with fire as he brings one hand to press into my clit.
White blinds my vision as the heat in my gut flushes and a volt shoots through my body. A curse left Oberyn as he violently shoved his body forward and pressed all his weight onto me. My mouth falls open when I feel a hot rush flush inside of me, running so deep I don’t think it’ll ever come out. I keep my forehead pressed to his as we come down from the euphoria, our breathing merges, neither exhaling or inhaling but all together. Oberyn waits until his cock softens before pulling away falling beside me, only to pull me on top of him so I may bare my back to the air and allow him to trace the ink on my back. I trace the scars along his chest and soak up the warmth he radiates, “Are you leaving before the sun rises?” He mummers, “Afraid so Viper.” I whisper in return.
“I’ll miss you,” I breathe softly, “Not for long.” He chuckles. I lift my head to look at him, “When your son lashed out after the trial he came to me, angry and in raged. I too told him it wasn’t his place to battle the mountain. He yelled at me telling me I wasn't his father there for I had no say, I admit it hurt quite a bit, but I looked at him and told him I didn’t care. I didn’t care because he was my son regardless, I have seen a man lose everything but even he didn’t cry the way your son did in that moment.” He confesses softly. “Once he pulled himself together, he demanded I come back to Jaenna with him, told me he didn’t care who I brought with me as long as I came. That he wouldn’t leave if I wasn’t coming with him, I told him that was childish. I told him that if he wanted me to come to Jaenna he must request me as The Emperor not as a boy. He thought long in hard my dragon, using the same face you do, and when he finally spoke he appointed me a Imperial adviser.” Oberyn recalls softly.
A smile beams across my face, “He really is growing.” I whisper. Oberyn hums, “I’ll go but I must first gather my daughters, if they are willing of course.” He sighs out. “I’ll be waiting, I wasn’t lying about appointing you girls as a clan. Nobel status if they so want it, keeping the bastard name sand to remind them where they’ve come from. Clan Sandsnake, a sigil of a snake in a sun, bastards of the second prince of Dorne as title.” I offer with a smile, “That dearest (y/n), is for them to decide.” He chuckles. “As it should be,” I hum out. There’s a soft silence between us, one we occupy with tracing hands before he speaks again.
“I still grieve for her.” Oberyn spoke softly, “The grief of losing my sister still aches in my chest.” He confesses. “What is grief if not love preserving. I grieve my daughter everyday, because I fight to continue to love her and not forget her.” I murmur softly, running my fingers soothingly over his chest. “Continue to grieve your sister Oberyn, continue to love her rather than forget her,” I advise quietly. “You are a lot like her, you know.” He chuckles softly, “Oh?” I prompt with a soft smile, “Many things interested her yet nothing satisfied her entirely. Curious in ways I’ve only seen you compared to.” He muses. “Perhaps if I had met her we would have caused more trouble than you’d know what to do with.” I joke, “The only beautiful fantasy I would truly fear.” Oberyn laughs.
A knock on my chamber door then the entrance of a servant pulls us away from each other, “It’s time to prepare for departure, Empress.” She announces. Oberyn and I let out twin sighs, quickly I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I hope to see you very soon Viper.” I whisper, “Wouldn’t dare keep you waiting dragon.” He grins.
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