My name is Dae, I'm 21+ from the UK and welcome to my simblr!! Originally created in 2021 for me to test and play about with blender, I took a long hiatus to focus on my mental health and the birth of my first child. Now that I'm back to playing the game, I wanted to revive my simblr & focus on in-game imagery over blender.
I've been playing sims all the way since Sims 1, and like to use sims as a way for me to tell stories & take photographs of original characters or characters in certain universes, primarily Game of Thrones / HOTD / AKOTSK and video games like Silent Hill, Dead by Daylight & Outlast. I love vampires, mythology, horror and dragons.
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Lady Rebecca Arryn of the Eeyrie | Lady Rebecca Bolton, wife to Lord Stephen Bolton, heir to Dreadfort
At the beginning of the Targaryen civil war ignited by Leowynn Hill challenging his legitimized half-brother Aegon Targaryen and true born half-sister Jaehaenya Targaryen's claims to the iron throne, Rebecca Arryn and her mother are caught up in a siege on their journey back to the Eeyrie after attending a grand ball to celebrate the Targaryen engagement. Both women are held hostage in the North under House Bolton, with Rebecca agreeing to marry Lord Stephen Bolton in order to protect her mother and give her safe passage back home, and giving Stephen leverage over House Arryn.
As the attendees depart, newfound lovers take a moment to say their goodbyes...
A Royal Masquerade - Lovers Unmask
The night's end is in sight, as the palace falls silent and carriages depart from the gates of Starfall.
While Prince Valarr may not have been fortunate enough to learn the identity of Lady Muse - tonight fate has smiled upon his companions, Prince Trystane and Ser Aelor.
Standing in front of the grand staircase, Trystane and Lady Monarch (by @targaryensims) take this moment to unmask in front of one another. She reveals herself to be a lady of The Reach - Myrielle Mullendore.
He is astonished by her beauty - and she - despite his colorful costume - is pleasantly surprised to find the Crown Prince of Dorne, behind the mask.
Trystane had not imagined finding a match tonight - but it seems almost as if she were made by The Maiden, just for him.
Before Myrielle departs with her escort and father, an arrangement has already been made. After their stay at Torrentine Hall, Myrielle and her father would return with Trystane to Sunspear. There, the young couple would begin a formal courtship.
Near the piano, Aelor bows nervously as he unmasks before Lady Wildflower (by @wavvie). She in turn, removes her own mask - a coy smile on her face as she is revealed to be Jeyne Tyrell, of The Reach.
With the reveal of Jeyne's identity, Aelor feels his heart soar with joy. It was known across Westeros, that she cares not for titles, but for the excitement of living itself. He does not need to be a Prince or a Lord to earn her heart and hold a place there.
The two make plans to meet the following day, hoping to find a way to delay Jeyne's return to Highgarden.
It seems Torrentine Hall awaits....
this is our last story post at the ball!
once again, a massive shoutout to @starlightpixels and @wavvie for the mask reveal poses & object conversions of masks!
keep an eye out for release of the poses, along with other cc from my collaborators @simstoricalish, @lechairschair, @sulsulzukohere, @thesimsoficeandfire, @bellevalentim, @kerosims, & @starlightpixels which will be available before the end of the event!
As the Prince takes some time to himself, it seems others may have found love and friendship at...
A Royal Masquerade
Lady Wildflower (by @wavvie) has returned dance floor! After being stolen from her dance with Valarr earlier in the night, she has not been seen further than an arm's reach from Ser Aelor.
Not far from the pair are The Gentle Dragon (by @bellevalentim) and her escort, who similarly have not left each other's sides for most of the eve.
With few adults present on the floor, the young Princess Jynessa joins Larra Ladybright for a dance - one that the young nobles had recently learned from their instructors.
Away from the dance floor, The Silver Lioness (by @sulsulzukohere) and Lady Amphitrite (by @targaryenbloodx) have sat down for a game of Cyvasse, their escorts watching on. It seems the two have been at it for quite some time - their wits evenly matched.
Eventually, Lady Venus (by @florians-simblr) joins the small crowd around the playing pair, and is approached by one of her previous dance partners - the long-widowed King Rickard Stark. It appears this artistic soul has peaked the Northern King's interest, after many years since the loss of his wife, Serena.
Eventually losing interest in the game of Cyvasse, Lady Monarch (by @targaryensims) moves towards the dance floor, hoping to dance once more before the end of the night. She is greeted by Prince Trystane - a longing look in the Dornish man's masked eyes. He eagerly requests her hand - and in that moment, their fates are intertwined.
romance is in the air for quite a few of our attendees - and that's not even all of them!
stay tuned for some more side story & lookbook posts as we wrap up the masquerade, as well as cc from my collaborators @simstoricalish, @lechairschair, @sulsulzukohere, @thesimsoficeandfire, @bellevalentim, @kerosims, & @starlightpixels!
Aegon and Jaehaenya Targaryen, son and daughter of Aenar Targaryen, creator of Blackfyre, a proprietary graphical operating system developed and marketed by Targcorp.
so i was totally inspired by @sufferrbarbie's lovely modern targs anna and maelor so decided to dress aegon and jaehaenya up in modern outfits too! au where they don't run a kingdom but a business instead ✨
Aegon hears the upset in his half-sister’s tone, but ultimately, the newly legitimized Targaryen Lord knows this is not sadness caused by his hand or action. He knows that the dejection in her tone and gaze is due to another. Myrcella Hightower feels strongly about her only surviving child – but the strings of motherly love have become a noose of control, tethered tightly, afraid to let go. Jaehaenya and her mother are night and day - differ in everything they possibly could. The Princess is more like their father, more Targaryen than anything. Her moonlight pale hair, her purple gaze --- only a trace of Myrcella exists in her daughter.
“You do not wish to see me?” He raises an eyebrow, watching the Princess turn to stare into the flames of flickering bedroom candles.
“...No. I always wish to see you, Aegon,” There’s a sigh to her voice, an air of exasperation, “but when I do, it always comes with words from my mother.”
Ah yes, for who could forget the Hightower Queen, tongue as sharp as a seven pointed star. Somedays, Aegon wishes she was locked in the Hightower itself – that woman was every bit as green with envy as the wildfire beacon in Oldtown calling for war; jealous of his mother, jealous of him. Perhaps even jealous of her only child, but he knows that if Jaehaenya had been born a boy, the woman would not be so wildly insecure. But all boys bore of that suffocating union have perished in childbirth, and the only survivor from the cradle to now, is that of the Princess.
“Your mother is an opinionated hag.” He mutters, feeling irritated at Myrcella’s constant whining and interference.
“Aegon. My mother does not understand.” Jaehaenya squeezes his arm. She has pity for the woman - something the young Lord does not.
“Your mother doesn’t understand love, Jaehaenya. It is the one thing in this world she desperately craves but will never know because she chose a kingdom and a crown over loyalty, and in return receives none, not from her husband nor her subjects. Nor does she deserve it from you, either.” Truth is the most potent of poisons, cutting deeper than any sword. Aegon tilts his head a fraction, but Jaehaenya still does not face him, staring into the candles, staring down into the small flames that dance in place, wax spilling down chalky columns. “Your mother holds tight to you because you are the only way she can live her deluded fantasy of the perfect marriage. I threaten that. She has hated my mother long before you or I were even born. She does not know what it is to have another that matches their soul perfectly. She is jealous of our father and my mother. And she is jealous of you and I.”
“Our grandfather tried to turn this bloodline away from tradition -” She begins, but Aegon grabs his sister's arms, turning her fully, forcing her to turn to look at him, taking her hands. Their eyes, the same shade of startling amethyst, glow and shimmer. That is the bloodmagic that flows like ichor, the fire and blood that binds them.
“Our grandfather was a fucking idiot. Jaehaerys III was a hypocrite. I spat on his funeral pyre. You and I are two halves of a whole, regardless of our suitors or flings. I have never scorned you for taking a lover, nor have you ever scorned me, because we were told it was no longer to be. But in our hearts we burn as one. We share dragons blood. And it is this blood bound that will stop Seven Kingdoms ripping down the centre when father dies. Our marriage is necessary, now that our father has legitimised me.”
“My mother would never allow it — “ She can feel herself stammering the words, cut off by Aegon’s persistence.
“I don't care for your mother or whatever it is she thinks you want. No other man you marry is going to consider your rule."
Her rule? His words catch the Princess of Dragonstone off guard, pupils widening from sheer surprise. “You would ... you would let me rule?”
Aegon turns, cupping Jaehaenya's face. “Of course. We would be one. Your word would be mine. The Lords of Westeros know you are the only one of father's children born in union. The rest, myself included, regardless of legitimisation, are not held so favourably. Some of us have spent time in court, but ...others, would not know the first thing of what it is to control nine regions... I would be at your side, not above you.”
“You speak of Leowyn?" The Princess murmurs the name of their most known brother, a bastard of the surname Hill, conceived just before Aegon, but born after. Late to everything in life, including being granted gifts and consideration. She knows this has made the man bitter. Wicked. He has always wanted a dragon of his own, but only Aegon was offered the opportunity by their father. Jaehaenya's hatched in the cradle with her.
“Yes, Leowyn. But not just our bastard siblings, think of our cousins, like Lady Saera. All legitimate Targaryens in our generation are women, Jaehaenya. Your uncles have also only been given daughters. Do you not think that this is the Gods telling us something? This is the Lords way. I prefer our way, Valyrian tradition. Have we not obeyed Westerosi tradition for centuries now?”
“Perhaps… but most men will sooner choose a bastard over a woman. You know that. And this could just as much amount to war as save us from it." Many would have plenty to say of their union, she thinks. Many would seize any opportunity to turn her and her brother against one another.
"You needn't fret for war. Should war come knocking, I will be the one who answers." There is confidence and strength in Aegon's tone --- he is a well versed warrior, unafraid of battle. He's cut down plenty of lives, murdered so many men the tides turned red with crimson during his battle to reclaim the Stepstones. "If our father commands this union, Jaehaenya, it is treason for any of his subjects to go against him."
"But if he does not crown us before his death...Viserys II made a similar mistake with succession. The realm soon plunged into chaos after the Stranger took him, because he did not crown Rhaenerya, and Aegon II was crowned instead. I am frightened the same will happen again, if we are not careful. We will enrage the Lords my mother has spoken to, those who would consider another more suitable ---"
"You know history. But so do I. Viserys II picked his scheming cunt of a second wife. Our father had no choice in marrying your mother. He will make this right. And if memory is serving me correctly...Hightowers are always causing problems. "
The Princess laughs softly at his words. Opinion, not fact. He cannot tarnish all under the same brush, no matter how strongly he feels about her mother. "I am half Hightower, Aegon."
"I barely notice. There is hardly a glimpse of Oldtown wildfire in you, truth be told. You are the blood of the dragon. So be a dragon. Do not fear what others will say for our union or your rule, Jaehaenya. We are descended from Old Valyria, dragon dreamers who survived the Doom. We sit closer to the Gods than anyone. And if the Gods have decided it is time for a woman's rule, who is man to defy them?"
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two in one day because i have no self control and all this cleaning and dismantling furniture is lowkey sending me crazy
Tensions have been high ever since Aegon’s return from the Stepstones. His success in battle, and capability, has restored his father’s rule across the small chain of islands; and for his efforts, King Aenar I has granted his first bastard son legitimisation: now he is bestowed the Targaryen name, and with it, the great Valaryian steelsword Blackfyre. But Queen Myrcella could not feign happiness at the young man’s return. Green eyes glow with all the hatred of wildfire; she curses the Seven, curses them for not answering her prayers, her desperate late night whispers, hoping the young man would be slaughtered in combat. And yet, despite all her invocation, Aegon lives, returned from war unscathed, and now every unmarried maiden throughout the Seven Kingdoms fawns over his long silver locks and amethyst eyes, uncaring that he was once a Rivers. For why would they? Now, he is a Targaryen. Now, he is every bit a prince beside a title... and all the more closer to edging up the line of succession - for who comes first? A King's prized bastard, gifted his legitimisation, or a true first born heir, cursed a daughter?
Myrcella had tried to raise with her husband the Kingdom’s concerns – Jaehaenya was getting older now, and would require to marry another House to both bolster her tie to the throne, alongside obtaining powerful allies to defend her birthright. The Queen suggested many names - her own House Hightower, House Forrester in the North, House Arryn of the Eyrie – and yet, despite all the powerful men whose names she’d poured over for countless nights, whose Houses she’d sent many a raven, her husband dares offer up Aegon. The very man she despises, whose existence she loathes. The boy born a bastard, treasured like a prince. Her daughter’s own half-brother. Of course, Myrcella is familiar of the Targaryen's practice; the custom of marrying brother to sister, to ensure the power and control over dragons was theirs and theirs alone, that the magic in their blood was never granted to those more mortal than God – but the very idea of the notion makes her feel sick. “He is a bastard!” The word has flown from her lips before she’s even had a chance to contain or smother her rage. “Why would you even consider him? Aegon is her half brother, Aenar! Your father, Jaeherys III, made a point to turn away from those horrific customs.”
“He did. But, what other choice do I have? I have legitimised Aegon for his performance in battle. He has won me back the Stepstones. Now he is legitimised, he enters the line of succession.” For all his adoration with commonfolk and other Houses, King Aenar makes errors, putting love and promises made in sweat and regret over duty. A man that listens to his heart more than his brain, caring more for the feelings of his mistress and first illegitimate son over his wife and real heir. “You know as well as I, Jaehaenya will be pushed aside and forgotten if I do not wed her to Aegon. The men of the realm will war against her for the throne. He is the safest option if we wish for her to rule.”
“She has been picking suitors for weeks and now you decide to do this? What about House Arryn, or the young knight that won your nameday tourney, Holden of House Forrester? How could you let her go through the fantasy and delusion of choosing her own suitors if you always knew in the back of your mind you’d be legitimising that boy of yours?” The vitriol spews like snake venom, the jealousy and hurt evident in the Queen’s tone. “Jaehaenya is my only child, my only thing in this world that’s mine and even that you want to give up to Celtigar!” Even now, years on, the crab pinches and twists with claws sharp - is this punishment for Myrcella choosing her own advancement in court over Lana's love and happiness?
“Jaehaenya is my only daughter. Lana has bore me Aegon. Rosamund, has bore me Leowyn. You have not bore me a son, and that is what I need to ensure this realm does not fall apart. Lana believes that uniting Aegon and Jaehaenya will save this kingdom from chaos when I take my final breath.” Despite the sternness in his words, Myrcella only rolls her eyes at the elderly fool before her. Lady Lana advised him? Just like everything else. No matter a Hightower wears the crown, the true queen of his heart and head has been Celtigar all along. She advises what he wears, what he eats, if she and that wretched boy will attend events. Lana has more say than Myrcella, despite Myrcella giving up everything for the throne.
“Of course she said that. And course you listened to her. You’ve let that bitch whisper in your ear for years!”
“I will have no ill words spoken about Lana in my presence, Myrcella.”
“Where is duty, Aenar, where is sacrifice and honour? You embarrass me time and time again to bring your whore to court and the son she gave you! You treat Aegon and Leowyn the same as Jaehaenya, when she is your true heir! You know of my struggles to birth a boy, and you have always said Jaehaenya is your favourite.”
“She is. And she is beloved by all the realm, by commoners and Lord alike. But you and I both know that she cannot be named my heir without being wedded to Aegon, Myrcella. The minute I am dead, others will conspire. They will war against one another, and there is no war more hateful to the gods than a war between kin. If we marry them, it eliminates the problem entirely.”
“Aenar is right. If we wed them, it could make us like sisters, Marcie...” The sound of Celtigar’s voice cuts from behind, the old nickname spouted causing the Queen’s skin to prickle like gooseflesh. So the cunt of Claw Isle has been here the entire time, probably long before Myrcella’s arrival, awaiting in these chambers, slinking out at ample opportunity like a rat in a cellar. Planting her seed of usurping and letting it blossom like a rose in Aenar’s brain, letting him think that marriage will save their daughter from war, a war he’ll have caused by legitimizing that stupid son. "Our children's children would be both our grandchildren, we will be united and a family. We can set aside old wounds. All I want is for peace."
Myrcella rips around, arm drawn like a sword, index finger pointing out to the woman that has dared enter this room, the woman she once called her best friend, who asked her to sacrifice her desire for happiness and to become Queen so that she could bare a King an heir and elevate her status. A friendship destroyed because both women, merely girls, wanted the same thing. The last thing Myrcella wants is for Celtigar to be Jaehaenya's mother in law, and sink her claws into her, too.
“We will NEVER be sisters! You conspired this the entire time, didn’t you? Once again, Lana, I marvel at how you always get your way. Of course you want Aegon to marry my daughter, it'll have meant you’ll have birthed a King, married or not! But my House will never forget this betrayal. You choose Aegon over our daughter EVERY time, Aenar!”
Gods, she needs a drink. Something strong, something heavy to drown out this madness. Turning, Myrcella can feel the sting in her eyes, the threat of tears. But she will not let Lana or her husband see her cry. For all her title, wealth and beautiful gowns, she knows her arguments fall on deaf ears. Aenar will always listen to Lana, and for all her protests, the Queen knows this engagement is likely to happen if she cannot find some way to stop it ...
my first story post in relation to my story with actual words haha! so this refrences the images posted of aenar's nameday tourney and aegon's legitimisation ceremony but i felt like posting head first into drama rather than a slow introduction. there is deffo gonna be flashbacks and stuff to times when aenar, myrcella, lana and others were younger and scenes of past events, but the story begins in the throes of worrying about the future of the realm and the fact a woman has never sat the throne since rhaenerya. i'll update this post with a next when i get round to part 2 but right now my toddlers got mrsa and we have carpet beetles in our wooden furniture so my evenings are full of me dismantling everything to take to the skip so i'm pretty busy right now but hopefully will have some nice images or story things up soon!
Hi I just wanted to ask where the curly braid hair is from in this post https://www.tumblr.com/targaryensims/810115250587418624/lady-myrielle-mullendore-her-eldest-brother-lord I love how it looks.
hiya lovely, if you're reffering to myrielle's masquerade hair in her portraits & third outfit, this was made by kyusims4offical but as far as i'm aware its unreleased. 💕
Introducing the Noble attendees of Westeros for...
A Royal Masquerade!
Ladies from far & wide have answered the call for A Royal Masquerade, seeking the hand of Prince Valarr Dayne! Among the attendees are ladies of various standings, stemming from royal, noble, and common houses throughout the lands.
For the sake of anonymity, each lady has been assigned a name to which they will be referred to throughout the ball.
It is with great pleasure that we present the second set of attendees, featuring noble ladies across Westeros.
Lady Caerina Sunglass of Sweetport Sound - Lady Light
Follow Their Light.
by @houseofsimsgaryen
Caerina grew up in the Crownlands along the banks of Blackwater Bay at Sweetport Sound. A gentle girl, she was favored by her mother for being her spitting image, but that attention also brought expectation, which has given her anxiety she tries her best to cover up.
She is a dutiful daughter and strives to be a good wife and mother someday, something she wants above all else. She has studied the "womanly arts" of sewing, needlework, painting, music, but also finance and things necessary to help a spouse run a home.
Her mother urged her attend the ball, as she aims high for Caerina's future, though she secretly hopes for a love match.
Lady Celia Tyrell of Highgarden - The Pale Rose
Growing strong.
by @lechairschair
The true origin of Lady Celia is unknown. She was adopted by lord Tyrell as an infant and was raised as a Tyrell at Highgarden, never having known or questioned her true parentage.
At the age of 18, Celia is a wild soul, who loves to leave Highgarden and visit local taverns, constantly seeking adventure. With everyone around her attending the masquerade, she deemed it important enough to attend herself.
Lady Eloise Arryn of the Vale - The Moonlit Maiden
As High as Honor.
by @thesimsoficeandfire
At the age of 21, the lady Eloise is attending the ball as she has far been unable to find a match thus far.
The youngest of three sisters, many find themselves at unease amongst the young Arryn - noting have a strange personality, which often making those unfamiliar with her uncomfortable.
Eloise enjoys painting in her spare time, often recreating images of her home, the Eyrie.
Lady Genna Greyjoy of the Iron Islands - Lady le Faye
We Do Not Sow.
by @kyrassimhoard (see their post for the event here!)
20-year-old Genna Greyjoy would never have imagined herself vying for the heart of a prince, but the timing was too perfect for her to pass up the opportunity to meet so many new people; so many better options for marriage than the one chosen for her.
The fourth and youngest child of Lord Hrothgar Greyjoy and his wife Berena Blacktyde, Genna is even more comfortable aboard a ship than in her father's court at Pyke. Though she knows her courtly manners perfectly, she is more graceful with her sea legs beneath her than on land, leading others to characterize her as clumsy. Despite this, she takes her stumbles in good humor, and when she is determined, will always put in extra effort to improve.
She grew up following in her brother Gawen's footsteps, learning to sail and fight alongside him and joining his crew when he was given his own ship in their father's fleet. She is competent with a sword, but truly shines as an archer.
She leaves the familiar rocky shores of the Iron Islands to escape the marriage arranged for her by Lord Hrothgar to one of his more unpleasant bannermen who would prefer a much more passive wife.
Escorting her are the aforementioned brother Gawen, 22, and her cousin and lady-in-waiting Sarra Blacktyde, also 20. Both of them agree with Genna that she would be happier and more useful to her father if she were to use her potential marriage to foster closer relations with the mainland. She loves trying new things, especially if it allows her to spend more time outdoors, though she has never much enjoyed any sort of crafting. One of her favorite pastimes is fishing, followed closely by swimming.
Lady Jeyne Tyrell of Highgarden - Lady Wildflower
Growing Strong.
by @wavvie
Jeyne is 22 and is the only daughter of the current Lord Tyrell's second son. She has always been somewhat rebellious against the typical "lady" behavior and lifestyle her parents have tried to place on her.
She loves horseback riding, fishing, and hunting, often running off with her brothers to escape from high garden's "stuffy" atmosphere (her words).
She is going to the ball on the order of her father in hopes that the prince will catch her attention. Jeyne doesn't mind it, hoping that if the prince chooses her maybe she'll finally be free to be who she wishes to be, or simply make a timely escape on her way home
Lady Maela Reyne of Castemere - The Silver Lioness
Prestige For Our Pride.
by @sulsulzukohere
The Lady Maela grew up as a wealthy lady in Castamere. Currently in her 20th year, she is very competitive, with a love of dancing and logic games. She excels at Cyvasse, a popular board game in Westeros.
Her family has been pressuring her to marry, so she came to the ball to attempt to win the prince's hand.
Lady Myarra Stark of Winterfell - The Winter Star
Winter is Coming.
by @simsandnobles
The second daughter and third child of Lord Berric and Lady Irida Stark-Blackwood, Myarra is a wild child who wishes to broaden her horizons in any direction she can.
She can often be found horse riding, and sword fighting - even at the oddest of times.
When her Lord Father informed her, he would be searching for a match, she asked to go to the Masquerade held by the King of Starfall, seeking the hand of his son.
Lady Myrielle Mullendore of the Uplands - Lady Monarch
Emerge Anew.
by @targaryensims (see their post for the event here!)
As the only daughter of Lord Owen Mullendore and his wife, Lady Elinor, Myrielle Mullendore is the treasured monarch butterfly of her House - born in Spring a surprise, for her parents had been told many years before that there would be no more children after the birth of their sons, but the Seven blessed Lord & Lady Mullendore with a final gift, a darling girl to complete their family.
She was raised with high expectations of duty and honour, while also being afforded time to appreciate the true beauty of the Reach.
Growing in the Uplands, her House's seat east of Oldtown, she spent most of her time outdoors or with her nose in-between the pages of a novel; despite her significant age gap with her brothers, the Lords Eylas, Cleyton and Alyn, Myrielle found them great playmates in her youth, who introduced her to a love of horses, reading, and lemon cake. Wherever the Lords wandered, their little sister would bolt after them despite her mother desperate to cocoon her like a caterpillar.
Even now at age 20, she is viewed as Lady Elinor's delicate jewel, although Lord Owen is hopeful Myrielle will find the ideal match in marriage soon, just as her brothers have done, completing their own duties to their House, as she is their only child that is unmarried.
The house motto 'Emerge Anew' has personal resonance with Myrielle - as much she adores her family, she has felt somewhat smothered by her mother's overprotective nature and is eager to spread her wings and experience a life of her own. The ball was not Myrielle's idea, but it soon became all she has talked about for days on end, the chance to leave the Uplands, and perhaps make friends, or even find a suitor.
part 2 of 4 on the intro posts! this one was a long one, as the bulk of our attendees for the masquerade are westerosi nobles.
interested in seeing all of the attendees? check out the tag os: a royal masquerade sim introductions
be sure to keep an eye out for cc from event collaborators! @simstoricalish @lechairschair @sulsulzukohere @thesimsoficeandfire @bellevalentim @kerosims @starlightpixels
your sims are absolutely amazing! could you please shere wcif the dresses and male outfits used in your latest post? thank you for your time <3
thank you so much, that means so much to me!
of course I can share them! so eylas's outfits can be found here, here and here, created by simstoricalish, simverses and surely-sims respectfully. myirelle's can be found here, and here, with her first dress currently unreleased by simstoricalish, the second by simverses and the last again by simstoricalish! 💕
Lady Myrielle Mullendore & her eldest brother Lord Eylas Mullendore
HOUSE MULLENDORE - " Emerge Anew. "
As the only daughter of Lord Owen Mullendore and his wife, Lady Elinor, Myrielle Mullendore is the treasured monarch butterfly of her House - born in Spring a surprise, for her parents had been told many years before that there would be no more children after the birth of their sons, but the Seven blessed Lord & Lady Mullendore with a final gift, a darling girl to complete their family. She was raised with high expectations of duty and honour, while also being afforded time to appreciate the true beauty of the Reach. Growing in the Uplands, her House's seat east of Oldtown, she spent most of her time outdoors or with her nose in-between the pages of a novel; despite her significant age gap with her brothers, the Lords Eylas, Cleyton and Alyn, Myrielle found them great playmates in her youth, who introduced her to a love of horses, reading, and lemon cake. Wherever the Lords wandered, their little sister would bolt after them despite her mother desperate to cocoon her like a caterpillar. Even now at age 20, she is viewed as Lady Elinor's delicate jewel, although Lord Owen is hopeful Myrielle will find the ideal match in marriage soon, just as her brothers have done, completing their own duties to their House, as she is their only child that is unmarried. The house motto 'Emerge Anew' has personal resonance with Myrielle - as much she adores her family, she has felt somewhat smothered by her mother's overprotective nature, and is eager to spread her wings and experience a life of her own. Attending such a grand ball was not Myrielle's idea, but after her eldest brother Eylas' convincing, and confirming he would be her escort, it has soon become all she has talked about for days on end, thinking of the chance to leave the Uplands, perhaps make friends, or even find a suitor...
My submission for @opalescence-sim's royal masquerade event! I have never done anything like this before but was so excited to try. Myrielle and her family are fictional Mullendore's from my ASOIAF alternate storyline so are not canon to George's works, but their family name is mentioned in the novels a little bit, though no house motto has ever been confirmed so I selected something I thought was fitting. I am so looking forward to seeing everyone's gorgeous submissions and can't wait to see how the event unfolds! Good luck everyone! 🧡
Important note - These two were made using sliders and presets, and their images taken with gshade, so their appearance may be different and vary depending on personal installation! The mod folder that comes with their tray files is… well, let's just say I could do with organising it more regularly 😅
