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[stormbcrn]

daenerys stormborn of house targaryen,  rightful heir to the iron throne,  rightful queen of the andals and the first men,  protector of the seven kingdoms,  khaleesi of the great grass sea,  the unburnt,  the breaker of chains,  and  dragon milf.

#♕ * break the wheel / crack! #oraiososta #thanks for this jo <3

[rcsegilded]

SHIP EDITS | AEGON & LADY 

​Prince Aegon giving his betrothed, Lady Margaery of House Tyrell, a tour of the Red Keep.

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#[ you reblogged that one aesthetic post and here we are #and i think i do actually ship marg/aegon #def not to the same extent as marg/rhaenys but still #either way #couldn't waste a few good screencaps ] #. : : MY EDITS #. : : VISAGE #oraiososta

[aclashofmuses]

@oraiososta sent a meme:       what will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?  arya at sansa

“you are wrong, arya,” sansa sticks her nose up at her sister -- how she had been cursed with a sister such as arya, sansa will never comprehend, not when someone as wonderful as jeyne poole had been born in such close proximity instead ( or someone like the princess myrcella, who knows all of her graces and courtesies; who is beautiful and wonderful just like her mother the queen ).  “prince joffery loves me, and we shall be married.  and when i am queen you will need to learn to act like a proper lady and be kind or else.  it is exactly as it seems, and it is exactly as i want it to be, and i won’t have you ruining it further !!”

#THREAD: SANSA STARK. #THREAD: SANSA STARK & ARYA STARK (oraiososta). #oraiososta #MEME: SANSA STARK. #QUEUE.

[tymptir]

prompt. / @oraiososta​ says ❝ do you want me to kill him? ❞

       SLOWLY BUT STEADILY, THE COURTYARD OF WINTERFELL, ALONG WITH THE PLAINS BEFORE ITS WALLS ARE FILLING UP             banners upon banners, raised high in the stiff, northern wind, and the sound of clanking armor and voices is heard from every corner. the three-headed dragon and speared sun, side by side with the golden kraken on black are the most prominent ones, but whilst walking amongst the row of tents, she spots others as well. the falcon on a blue field, the leaping silver trout, the roaring giant, the silver fist on scarlet, the merman on green .  .  . and eventually, the white sunburst on black. it is here, that certain words ring to her. words that are accompanied by a scoff and the sound of someone spitting, cussing about the ‘ lady unfit to lead ’, the child-queen that once was lion, then flayed, and now is supposed to be what exactly           it takes little imagination for Sansa to understand that she is the one meant by all this.         an ancient, familiar feeling grabs her. a sweet mixture of dread and anxiety, plummeting her back into days of utter helplessness and insecurity. unfit to marry a knight. unfit to marry a prince. the little dove barely good enough to wed the family’s laughing stock, or so she had thought, had just been handed a kingdom to call her own, and knows better than to believe the filth she hears          and still .  .  .        it is movement by her side that draws her from her fear. a hand with stunted fingers reaching for the hilt of the sword hanging from his hip, but before Theon can make another step towards the tents, she has reached out ; her own gloved hand calmly placed upon his lower arm, halting his movement, and bright, tully-blue eyes find the familiar face. the little dove is no more. she died at the Eyrie, shifted into Alayne for the briefest while, and then had pieced herself together again into the young woman now standing here. a newly-crowned queen, with her head held high. “ no, don’t. let Lord Karstark consider this a chance to prove his loyalty when he hears of this. ” recently freed from years of imprisonment, the task of righting the wrongs of an entire family rests on Harrion’s broad shoulders now. a feeling that, perhaps, is somewhat familiar, not only to her, but her companion as well. she gently squeezes Theon’s arm. “ though I appreciate your willingness to fight just about anybody these days, best when it isn’t necessary. there are more important battles ahead. ”

#oraiososta #¬sansa stark. [ ic ] #¬ic. [ sand & sea ] #we stan one kraken bodyguard in this house. #bless. #ooc. [ queue ]

[nymxros]

@oraiososta said ❛ i am at your mercy, your grace. ❜  medieval/fantasy sentence starters

Her gaze is set on the Targaryen banner hanging on the other side of the room, unable to bring herself to glance down where he kneels and find whatever regret may be brimming within those indigo eyes. There's something about his repentance that makes her angrier rather than soothing the festering rage. Something about it that cuts so deep she thinks she can feel her insides bleed hot with it.

Fingers pull from his and fall to her side, his touch anything but pacifying knowing where those hands of his had been.

"You say that, but it's just not true, is it?" with Aerys gone he is King, and she nothing more than the jilted Queen Consort. Whatever acts of vengeance she may dream are that alone - a dream, a fantasy. This world was not built to give her the power to act on them.

"Tell me, will you do as Aegon did and take her as a second bride?"

#oraiososta #( answered. )

[archivedazmenka]

prompt. / @oraiososta​ said ❝ you’re always like this when you’re worried. disagreeable. ❞        “ DISAGREEABLE. ” HE ECHOES HER WORD WITH ARCHED BROWS, the tone in his voice mockingly impressed, while Maron quietly nods to himself. “ quite the big word for someone so small. ” a grin follows, audacious but laced with nothing but love, in the way only an older brother could fondly grin at a younger sister            or something as close to that, as possible. early morning sunlight shines into their makeshift little hideout ; the broken skiff, overturned by the tide and partially in shambles, still doing its duty as a seating arrangement that they have upholstered and laid out with cushions, and around them is nothing but the comfortable privacy of a dry, warm cave, eaten into the cliffs below the castle. all they see is sand and candles, all they hear are their own voices and the quiet sound of the sea lapping at the shoreline reaching a little inside their nest. nobody else knows about this place. Maron had found it three years into his stay at Dragonstone and, steadily, whenever he could steal away from his duties, turned it into his very own getaway. a place nobody, not Ser Axell, nor Selyse could find. Shireen, he had found a few years later, needed a space like that, too. removed from her mother’s over-cautious, prying eyes ; a place where they could meet. talk, play, envision a future brighter than the present surrounding them. as young people do, occasionally .  .  .         he shifts a little, the broad back comfortably leaning against the warm rock, and closes the book she had diligently laid down in his lap a few minutes prior. words and stories have little appeal for him right now, and yes, he may have been a tad disagreeable, borderlining grumpy, when he had waved away any suggestion by her for things to do. his mind is elsewhere.

       his twentieth nameday had come and gone ; a man grown, heir to one of the five biggest houses of Westeros, and yet he is removed from the world. removed from everything a man his age should have accomplished by now          a home, a wife, children, perhaps          trapped instead in a prison they call mercy, that he cannot seem to escape. his fingers idly pick at the worn-out leather binding of the book, careful not to damage it so Shireen wouldn’t scold him for that. she’ll be trapped, too, he thinks, by an overbearing mother and a heartless sickness. “ did you know your father is going back to King’s Landing in a fortnight? council meetings, all that. he wants me to come with him. ” he had already accompanied Stannis once, two years ago, and found that he hated the capital. but if Stannis ( or rather Selyse ) wanted him to go, he had no choice. “ think you can find someone else to tell your dragon tales to for a while then? ” he gently pokes her side, once again smiling that loving smile he reserves for her and her only.

#oraiososta #[ ooc / queued. ] #I'll be leaving the verse open for whatever we wanna do. #but I already love them with all my heart and I'd die for them. #just so you know.

[inspireswar]

@oraiososta asked the height for brandon and ned! brandon - 6'2". ned - 6'1".

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S!

Using this site. If you’re a multimuse blog, you can send the height of more than one muse if you want!

cue lyanna pulling them down by their shirts when she gets mad at them so she can be in their faces about it. when you're the shortest so you have to make up for it with your anger being off the charts.

#oraiososta #( brandon stark. ) #( eddard stark. )

[multusxcastalides]

𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

     When House Frey was done with Robb’s body, they discarded of it in the Trident, allowing it to drift away. What they probably had not expected, was that he would be dragged from the river by a familiar direwolf and later be found by Lord Beric Dondarrion and his Brotherhood Without Banners.

     He was brought back by the power of R’hllor, the Lord of Light and Lord Beric giving his life for that of the King in the North. But he had come back different. There was not much left of the kind-hearted and honorable Young Wolf, his death having left him vengeful.

#Robb { Verses } #{ Verses } #Robb { Lord Stoneheart Verse } #This verse is sponsored by #oraiososta #They graciously allowed me to use this concept

[dracharenae]

i am currently sick and laying in bed.  but i’m trying to stay productive.  i updated my dossier docs  -  here.  and i’m going to try to get some writing done here and on oraiososta.

       but just for funsies, i’m tired and i have a major migraine, so please,  LIKE THIS FOR A REVERSE MEME CALL.  if you like this, i will stalk your blog and send you memes.

#nσt α drαgσn ; вut cєrtαínlч α sαlαmαndєr ( ooc ) #|| i'm gonna go through and try to clear the drafts i have on here and then move to oraiososta #key word try #i also need a nap today

[stormbcrn]

                 THE  SILVER  PRINCE  WITH  RUBIES  INLAID  into steel armor  ––  Daenerys had not known him in life,  but she recognized him in death.  Each door she opened led her to another time  ––  another life that was lost to her.  It was a cursed place,  she thought,  and her dragons were lost within its walls.  She would not leave the Undying without them safely in her arms.  Still,  Daenerys hesitated in the doorframe,  lilac eyes wide as she watched her brother.  She did not trust him to not disappear from her if she were to so much as blink.  Examining him,  Daenerys recognized his image from her dragon dreams ––  the dreams that led to her to grow wings from her back and fly.  She could feel the pain even now shooting through her shoulders when she remembered it.

She took a step towards him  . . .  and then another.  Her bare feet made no sound against the floor,  but she caught Rhaegar’s attention all the same.  Perhaps he could hear how her heart beat within her chest  ––  it grew louder as she drew nearer to him.  A smile lined his features.  He looked kind,  she thought,  kinder than Viserys had been.  

"i see a lot of myself in you."   /   @oraiososta​​ 

It was when she was standing in front of him,  his words echoing unnaturally around her,  that Daenerys noticed the rubies turn to blood.  Red gemstones ran down his armor,  now dented from the usurper’s war hammer,  dripping from his chainmail and pooling on the floor like spilt wine.  It was more blood than she thought would come from him.  His focus did not waiver from her for a moment though,  even as her eyes tore from his when warm blood seeped between her toes.  Jumping backward,  she looked again to him,  brows furrowed and  fear in her eyes.  It was not Rhaegar that stared back to her  ––  but her own reflection she saw covered in his blood.

Turning quickly  ––  her breath catching in her throat  ––  Daenerys ran from the room while leaving bloody footprints behind her.  The stench of something burning hung heavy in the air.  They had called him the last dragon,  but they were wrong,  she thought.  I am the dragon’s daughter.

#oraiososta #♕ * v. ii / mother of dragons. #♕ * ic. / answered. #i couldn't get the house of the undying out of my head when you sent this meme in so :') #this bloody dragon magic is what we get #and i hope you love it bc i love it #dany's mind tho telling her she sees herself in rhaegar too

[aclashofmuses]

@oraiososta sent a meme:     your life will never be the same.  AEGON AT SANSA    

sansa has the sense to blush prettily -- though everything sansa does is ever so pretty.  she has taken her duties as a lady seriously since she had been in the cradle: tiny curtsies on little feet and perfect manners at feasts.  all she had ever wanted was to have a love like those of the songs -- how oft had she dreamt of such a romantic match, but could she ever have truly dreamt of being queen ??

“yes, your grace,” she says and smiles at him.  “but i shall be a good wife to you, above all, and a good queen, i promise it.  my life shall never be the same, and yet it shall be so much better than i might have hoped for, i am ever so sure.”

#THREAD: SANSA STARK. #THREAD: SANSA STARK & AEGON TARGARYEN (oraiososta). #oraiososta #MEME: SANSA STARK. #QUEUE.

[tymptir]

prompt. / @oraiososta​ says ❝ to elude a storm, you can either sail into it or around it. but you must never await its coming. ❞ 

        “ AND HOW EXACTLY DOES ONE ELUDE A THING BY RUNNING STRAIGHT AT IT LIKE A FOOL? ” a scoff follows ; the quiet clink when bejewelled fingers curl around the cup of wine, and the Lady Olenna gently shakes her head to herself. the world had gone mad in it’s entirety. lions at one another’s throats, direwolves almost extinguished, dragons chased from their homesteads           one plan fallen to pieces at the expense of her nerves and patience, and it is now, while she has just begun to so carefully construct a new way forward, that a prince invites her to Sunspear. she has heard the news, of course. word spreading across Westeros like wildfire ; Rhaegar Targaryen’s long lost daughter sails along the southern shore to claim her father’s birthright with a Greyjoy of all people by her side. a House best kept away from the rest of civilization, if the Queen of Thornes had it her way .  .  .          with the cup placed back on the table between them, a view of the blistering, shining city opening up below the balcony they are seated on, does she level the prince with a look ; not quite contempt, but impatience, more than anything. a woman her age should not be made to travel across half of the Narrow Sea. then again, how much movement could one expect from a man bound to a wheelchair? those around her may have lost their wits at large, but thank the gods that she still has her’s. as well as her good health. “ I am well aware of that storm you are speaking of, Prince Doran. your dragonborn viper, to be wed to a kraken. a most unholy union if any ever existed, and one I hope you will not regret having agreed to. but as unfortunate as it may be for the both of us, I can neither sail into it, nor around it, for I am not the one holding the wheel. ”                              lies.       “ the realm has been at war for years now ; wolves chasing lions, boars killing stags and whatnot. I believe you and I both are too old to join these nonsensical dances, so why won’t you simply speak plainly and tell me why I have sailed all the way into this scorching heat? ”

#oraiososta #¬olenna tyrell. [ ic ] #¬ic. [ sand & sea ] #old lady has no chill. #I love her. #ooc. [ queue ]

[nymxros]

@oraiososta said ❛ nobility is defined by what you do, not who you are. ❜ medieval/fantasy sentence starters

Apart from their mother, Doran was in her eyes the wisest person in all the Seven. It was him she turned to for advice, him she listened to when she felt most lost. Her brothers held vastly different, but equally as important, pillars in her life. Oberyn was her fight, Doran was her wisdom, both were her strength.

Elia's fingers tick, wetting her lips as she considers his statement and what that meant for her. "I wish I knew what to do."

It was something of a lie because she knew exactly what she must do, it just wasn't something she was pleased about. Though if she hadn't wanted to listen to reason, she wouldn't have come to her elder brother.

#oraiososta #( answered. )

[oraiososta]

bro what's the deal with the skull aesthetic? it's creepy. your blog is creepy.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ —  ... you have a skull inside of your head, bruh. you just insulted yourself.

       in all seriousness, i thought about deleting this, but this is also the first time someone has ever asked me why i use skulls / bones as a theme for my blog, and i wanna answer it.  so, i think bones are beautiful.  i am wildly fascinated by each bone inside of the human, or even animal, body.  when i came up with my multi-muse and multi-fandom blog, i had to think of a theme.  what’s something we all have ? ? ?  bones.  what are bones ? ? ?  lovely.  all of my muses have bones and are lovely, so hence oraiososta and the bone theme.  also, the fox on the iron throne for my background page for my theme is simply because i love foxes  ( i have a tattoo of a fox on my body, huge )  and foxes are like my mun mascot.  so it fits.  

       anyways, thanks for sending this ask my way.  i enjoyed answering it.  also, thanks for saying my blog is creepy.  i live by addams family logic, so i take it as a high compliment.

#𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 || asks ( anonymous ) #𝐇𝐈 𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 ( ooc ) #𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 ( queue )

[bloodemoon]

@oraiososta continued from here.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ — IT HAD BEEN EASY TO FIND LEAH. rosalie need only follow the prominent scent of wolf, as well as listen intently to the subtle sound of leah’s heart; a specific sound, pumped by blood that, for all intents and purposes, should not smell so sweet. it had taken a little bit of personal goading for rosalie to seek leah out after the incident, as well as a shockingly sweet pep-talk from alice. maybe this is what edward felt like, rosalie muses, as she remembers various expressions on her family’s faces when they realized what the blonde vampire felt for leah clearwater. rosalie tried to reassure herself it was nothing, but her presence by leah proves that otherwise.

      “ still. you’re not indestructible. ” rosalie approaches mindfully, topaz eyes taking leah in carefully. leah’s heart is pumping normally and nothing sounds out of order, yet she wonders what is going on in the she-wolf’s head. she finds herself wishing she had edward’s gift. “ i came to make sure you’re okay. ”

"i’m fine,” she says, and maybe it’s a bit harsher than intended.  though the feelings of mistrust and hatred had been there for the bloodsuckers before, leah had unwillingly softened for rosalie.  she hadn’t been so cold with her for some time now.  but she’s riddled with... so many things.  there’s so much anger inside her, some guilt too -- though she denies it to herself -- and she feels herself vibrating, threatening to transform again in all her heat, but stops herself.

inhale, exhale. her eyes narrow out at the trees; shoulders tense, fists balled.  rosalie is the only person to check on her, but then again, jake’s in worse shape.  then again, it’s her fault.  she glances to the side, to the way the blonde illuminates in the moonlight.  “i’m not the one fighting through healing rebroken bones.”

#C: LEAH CLEARWATER. #THREAD: LEAH CLEARWATER. #THREAD: LEAH & ROSALIE (oraiososta). #oraiososta

[multusxcastalides]

@agirlofwinterfell

     There had been so much darkness that he had started to get used to it. So when suddenly light flooded his vision, impressions of things and people surrounding him, he groaned, tried to turn away from it all. The darkness had been calm, with nothing to pull his attention towards it. Just peace and quiet. It had been nice. This… This was different. And he was not enjoying it.

     Milky white eyes, having lost all their Tully blue, blinked against the light coming off the crackling fire, one arm coming up to shield them against the brightness. He opened his mouth to speak and the voice that came out had nothing of the warmth in it that it used to have. In fact, it did not sound like Robb Stark at all. “Where am I?” The voice was low, gravely, and barely audible, like it was being dragged across rocks and wind before exiting his mouth.

     Still blinking against the bright light, his gaze finally traveled across the group of people surrounding him. None of them were immediately recognizable, but he recognized they were all watching him intently. “Who are you?”

#agirlofwinterfell1 #agirlofwinterfell #Robb { Thread } #{ Thread } #Robb { Lord Stoneheart Verse } #This verse is sponsored by oraiososta #And I shall be eternally grateful for it