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daewithmon · 11 months
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Sansa north style ver. 🐺
Fashion westerosi collection
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long live the queen
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hoosbandewan · 5 months
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EWAN MITCHELL as Aemond Targaryen in House of the Dragon 1.09
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hanahaki-cure · 3 months
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old sketch of an older Sansa wearing different fashion styles, depending on which region she visits. (from left to right: the Riverlands, the North, the Vale (plus eventual crown of the Vale))
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daenysthedreamer101 · 18 days
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Headpiece for Queen Aemma Arryn
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dracaryswonder · 1 year
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Immaculate fit
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dyingroses · 1 year
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No offense but who the fuck was in charge of designing the wedding dresses?! These suck especially for a dress that’s supposed to be extra special and fancy.
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I've just read part 3 of the harshest winters and (aemond is giving off such insane vibes, I imagine if he finds out he's pregnant, he'll try to pass it off that Alys's baby is his and Lady Tully's), something along the lines of , the court rejected the possible son of Alys and his claim because he was a bastard, son of another bastard, another thing all the red flags, where he threatens or chokes Alys, makes me think that she is more expendable to him, and his visions on fire, I always wondered if she sent him to his death
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God, I love my anons so much
I will not spoil anything!! But indeed, if Aemond ever found out, and had to actually face the consequences of his own actions, it would be a very difficult situation to manage.
It all gravely depends on whether or not reader's relationship with him and Alys would have changed at all during that point of the series!
As the situation reads right now, THW Aemond would never actually do anything to hurt his Lady's honor more than he already has - so he wouldn't pretend that his bastard with Alys was his and reader's, under any circumstances AT ALL (he wants to marry her, after all, and, in his delusion, he is certain that he can have legitimate heirs with her anyway). The most I see him do is force her to marry him ig LMAO
And if he still has the reader around (and thus he's sure he still has a shot with her), he won't legitimize his son with Alys.
Now, if the reader grows to care for Alys, she might try to convince Aemond to legitimize his son for her - or, if she was forced to enter an allegiance with him, she might try to pass the child as hers with Aemond.
Anyway, the conclusion is that "The Harshest Winters" Aemond is a real treat 🤗😜🥰
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annabrainchase · 7 months
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one of my top fave asoiaf crackships is rhaegar x cersei actually and i will not be accepting criticism
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hollowwhisperings · 1 year
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catching up on manga after too much time wearing an ASOIAF tinhat be like:
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ah, yes, "Cersei Lannister if she ended up as Rhaegar's wife post-Rebellion and Ned wasn't quick enough in smuggling baby Aemon away".
(image source: "I Shall Master This Family" webtoon on Tapas, art by Mon(Antstudio). Original novel written by Kim Roah & translated by Hyun Ko.)
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daewithmon · 10 months
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Cersei King's Landing style ver. 🦁 Fashion westerosi collection
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House Targaryen
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artist-ellen · 13 days
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Rhaenyra’s first wedding dress
Rhaenyra marries Laenor Velayron, after a convoluted tangle of romantic relationships and seething resentment. The bride and her groom sort of treat it as a laugh, having come to a congenial agreement, so the show picks a virgin-white gown (I know medieval wedding gowns weren't white this is about modern audience symbolism) almost to spite the dramatics that brought the pair to this point. I think that was rather fun so I kept the color scheme, added more Byzantine fashion references and a heavy jeweled necklace. (If I dislike something most about the show's choices for this wedding it's the hairstyle. No contest. I know it's probably supposed to be a precursor to Cersei's S1 hairstyles, but it just looks hilarious and unbalanced, like it's going to slide right off her head.) This is also the only time I've drawn Rhaenyra wearing an 'Alicent-style' crown at this half-joke wedding. Alicent's styles have gained some prominence in the years since she's become Queen and the Hightower block can push the Medieval-Westerosi options instead of Byzantine-Targaryen fashions.
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barbieaemond · 3 months
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The King of Qarth (sneak peek)
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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Qartheen f!reader (use of she/her)
Warnings: angst, mentions of sexual abuse, child bride, smut, some bondage, knife kink, breeding kink (more to be added)
Author’s note: purely based on this vibe. To be posted next week.
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“Wife, may I introduce you to our noble guest?”
A woman comes forward to greet him when Aemond enters a lavish hall with several windows adorned with colorful drapes of silk. He is sure he has never seen so much marble in his life, feeling even more inappropriate given the state of his clothes and his whole demeanor, shamefully far from the clean, soldierly appearance that left mouth agape.
“Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, from Westeros.” The Salt King declares as the woman stops just before him. The Prince stands tall and imposing, no matter the misery of his shabby clothes, the state of his dishevelled hair falling in silver tangles down his back. He’s still a Targaryen, his chin is high and proud.
“More like from Old Valyria.” She says raising an eyebrow, and sizing him up and down. “He seems to have just emerged from the Doom, miraculously unscathed.”
The Prince does nothing but seethe his teeth behind his dry lips, a distant shame in his eye that quickly turns into a focused and unblinking rage.
“Welcome to Qarth, my Prince. I’d trust your journey was uneventful but…I can see the Red Waste takes its toll, even on Valyrian beauty.”
Aemond takes a good, long look at her, inevitably lingering on her chest, dressed as the common Qartheen fashion dictates: one breast exposed. But a lot more of her is exposed. Her shoulders, her arms and legs, a glimpse of her hips, all crossed by swirling bundles of lilac silk.
If any married woman in Westeros dressed like that in the open, he’s sure any husband would lock her up. At least he would.
“You must excuse my wife, Prince Aemond, or rather, get used to her habit of speaking her mind.”
“Come now, Xavos. Surely Westerosi women can voice their thoughts?” she moves, walking past Aemond and her husband to reach a small table inlaid with gold to pour some greenish beverage into a cup. “I had a maid once, she was from…Rich Garden?”
“High Garden.” Aemond sternly corrects her.
“Ah, yes. A delightful creature, always smelled so good.” She says distractedly “Anyway, she fled from your lands because she liked girls and not boys and she didn’t want to devote her life to being a brood mare sucking a flaccid cock until her hair had gone white.”
Her maids snicker somewhere past Aemond shoulders, stiffening his posture at the liberties those commoners are granted. “I should hope you Westerners listen to your women more than you do your horses.”
Aemond watches as she takes a sip and laces his hands behind, slightly tilting his head for a moment. “Where I come from, women do not possess such a sharp tongue. Furthermore and fortunately, most of them have manners. They know how to address a Prince of the Realm.”
She turns to leave the cup on the same table and glances at Nyla. “Oh, he bites.”
“This is not Westeros, dragon prince.” She says turning to face him with a righteous smile “I don’t need to ask for your permission to speak. The Salt King is my husband, that is why you will hear my maids and everyone else address me as Your Highness. So, you may lower that chin and stop waiting for me to bow down to you because technically my rank is higher than yours. You might say the only one meant to bow in this room were you.”
The silence that follows is so stark that the air the Prince quickly exhales through his nose sounds like thunder, alerting the Salt King. "Come now, wife. Don't wake the beast.” he says lightly, stiffening a smile “And I mean it quite literally. You should see the size of Prince Aemond’s dragon.”
“I heard.” She acknowledges “Jorio said he’s higher than the city walls.”
“She. And twice, than your city walls.” The Prince corrects her again, just as sternly. “She’s the largest dragon alive in the known world.”  
His chin remains high and haughty, simply because he can. Because she knows he could raze the entire city to the ground just by snapping his fingers.
So, she looks down and says “Since you will be our guest, it is my duty as matron of this house to make you feel welcomed. If you would be so kind to follow me, your Grace.” She forces her tone to be as courteous as possible. But then she smiles. “Is my tongue acceptably sharp to your liking now?”
PART 1
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What Princess Daella Targaryen would wear, pt 1/?
Sara Mrad spring 2022 couture
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aifsaath · 3 months
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Rhaenyra, the Princess of Dragonstone,
A larger version to be found HERE
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WhenI talk about Valyrian fashions and the stark contrast between the westerosi dresses and the ceremonial valyrian robes, i mean THIS.
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