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coming in full this december,

Fire & Blood: Journey to The Unburnt.

comics and illustrations of the first 140 years of the Targaryen dynasty.

accepting ALL levels of artistry !!

🎨 @mursartifice @highgardenart & @acewithapencil

👇🏼form below👇🏼

featuring some of your favorite artists like @highgardenart @asoiafattherite @vazdelart @taivyart @archamion @mourningstormss @wweskywalker & WAY more !!

Daeron the Daring and Rheanyra the Cruel

/Commission/ 🌊🗡️OC Visenya Velaryon!

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“Lady of the Tides”

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The Hammer and the Anvil

/Commission/ Laena Velaryon!

For the 325th day of the ongoing genocide, I am facing a suffocating crisis. My wife is suffering from hepatitis due to contaminated food and water, and my little daughter is dealing with rashes caused by extreme heat and malnutrition.

In these difficult times, no one can imagine the extent of the suffering we are going through. We are in desperate need of food, clean water, and medications that could save my family's lives.

To support and help , share, please click on the donation link:

DESTROYED HOMES, DEFERRED DREAMS, DEHUMANIZATION AND DISABILITY.

hello! it is me again imploring you all to support the atallah family. they deserve healthcare and patient rights amongst many things as much as everybody else. reminder that:

Muhammad Atallah is a teenager still in need of bone grafting operation outside of Gaza.

Sobhi Atallah (Muhammad's father) is an elderly in need of chemotherapy and constant care.

can we give sobhi and muhammad the chance of life that they deserve by donating to his campaign and encouraging others? to understand the urgency this family has been facing since february, please refer to @mohammed-atallah, @mohammedatallahsblog, @atalah-mohammed, @mohammedatallah posts. boost and support his accounts please!!

"When they reached the door- a tall oval mouth, set in a wall fashioned in the likeness of a human face- the smallest dwarf Dany had ever seen was waiting on the threshold. He stood no higher than her knee, his face pinched and pointed, snoutish, but he was dressed in a delicate livery of purple and blue,and his tiny pink hands held a silver tray. Upon it rested a slender crystal glass filled with a thick blue liquid: shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks."Take and drink",urged Pyat Pree."