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main monster, maiden, memory oc's
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house tawny oc's
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my other asoiaf oc's
── .✦ monster, maiden, memory
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"monster, maiden, memory", is a canon-divergent, game of thrones fanfic centered around my ocs. this fic begins during season five, and follows what happens through to season seven, before branching off into a different direction than the show.
── .✦ and they were roommates
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a modern au fanfic series following my oc kaelith bolton as she head of to university where she wounds up in a dorm with three best friends. polyamorous relationship with oc x robb stark, jon snow, and theon greyjoy
── .✦ reckless summers
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an oc centric fanfic based in an alternate 911 lone star universe where kaeliith bolton spends her summers with her best friend, Judson Ryder. follows the two teens falling in love on a ranch.
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Lord Edwin made the decision to betroth his eldest daughter to the only son and heir of Lord Jason Mallister, a close friend of his. Jason’s son and Edwin’s daughter were childhood friends and it seemed obvious that the two would make a good couple. They were formally betrothed a moon turn after Alerie’s fifteenth nameday, and plans were made for them to marry within the next decade.
Alerie loved Patrek and Patrek loved Alerie. The young man would frequently make the short journey from Seagard to Brightstone to visit his betrothed, and the couple wrote to each other just as often.
Lord Edwin wrote to his sister Lady Irene that his daughter and her betrothed reminded him of himself and his wife Lady Cassandra when they were betrothed.
CANON/OC INTERACTION / LOVE / RELATION TIES / FAMILY TREE
AN OFFER FROM A PRINCE.
“He is a sturdy dragon, and large for his age.” He took his hand in hers, guiding it towards the green scaled beast. Her palm grazed the glimmering scales, and Vermax let out a soft trill, leaning into her cold palm. It had brought out an unfamiliar thrill in him to know that she had found this so… Impressive. Him, so impressive. He was reluctant in brushing his hand away, though moved to brush over his dragons scales, near wincing at the loss of contact. He could not stop his gaze from looking upon her amazement, however.
“He is just large enough to saddle two, actually.” A flush appeared on his face as the words left his lips. Jace watched as her head whipped to look at him, expression contorting into one of confusion, slight fear, and finally, excitement.
“You do not suggest..?” Her voice trailed off, a glimmer in her eyes as her hand faltered. He’d never seen her so excited— this had been the same girl who sullenly sulked in a dark corner, now happier than even the most joyous of maidens. Maybe that is why he could not quell his fluttering heart, a small drawl coming from his breath.
“You… told me that you had wished to fly away from here, to get away from court. And your mother.” The boy had been sheepish, hands clasping behind his back as to ground himself in reality. “I so happen to have a dragon, if you would like.”
Perhaps this was the moment he finally understood. Now he knew; whatever this was between them, it had become more than just two young people finding solace in their similarities. No, it had become deeper.
🛡️— how aligned are they with their house and family in terms of temperament? do they share the same goals? alternatively, do they wish they had been born into another house?
Kaelith is very much not the same in terms of goals - least not completely. whilst a part of her does dream for power, especially that of which comes from her becoming the Lady of Winterfell/Dreadfort after her father, she is almost different in how she wants to get such. unfortunetley, she was born to Roose, so, she does have much of his emotional traits, no matter how hard she tries to fight them. as for being born into a different house, i do think she would have liked that. though, maybe more on the terms of having taken Bethany's name and house. she wants to be like her mama.
⏳ — if you had to place them in any other era of westeros, what would it be and why?
answered here <3
🏔️— is your ocs favorite region of westeros that of their own house, or somewhere else? is there a place in the seven kingdoms they’ve never been but would love to see and explore? alternatively, do they have a favorite keep / castle?
kaelith definitely wants to literally be anywhere but the Dreadfort. I think, Winterfell is a place that feels more like home to her, but with Roose having taken up there, it feels a lot more...just depressing. I do also think Kaels would LOVE to travel beyond the wall. every story she hears just makes her want to free climb that ice fr.
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every other day I remember I can make GIFs. also would like to point inspiration at my moots who used GIFs of their OCS when answering asks about them!! much fun to include little GIFs of my darlings in those asks so I absolutely yoinked the idea. hope no one minds lol
🐉 — if your oc could have ridden any historical dragon, which would it be and why?
answered here <3
⚔️— if they could wield any valyrian steel sword throughout history, what would it be and why?
might be boring...but I think she'd lwk love to wield Ice. perhaps also dark sister...idk i've never been that good with remembering lore, much less lore of Valyrian steel swords but i do think she'd probs pick one of those
⏳ — if you had to place them in any other era of westeros, what would it be and why?
👑 — how would your oc rule if they sat the iron throne? what would their small council look like?
I feel as though it depends on how she comes to sit on the throne in the first place - whether she married into it for love or duty, or if she fought for it. I do imagine that in most cases, she'd be almost similar to her father, but in ways she deems necessary. She is cruel and cold hearted when needed, but often, she tries to lead with both heart and strategy, the former being something she'd definitely struggle with.
As for her small council, I imagine it would be filled with those she can trust. And maybe one or two people she can't fully trust, but can use to the advantage of keeping the realm somewhat peaceful, even if a bit of manipulation or blackmail is needed.
🐉 — if your oc could have ridden any historical dragon, which would it be and why?
oh gods, I actually don't know much about the dragons, but I did really quite like the bond between Rhaenys and Meleys in HOTD, and I do quite like the thought that Kaelith would have loved to ride Meleys atleast once. Also maybe Vhagar. Just for the hell of it lol
⏳ — if you had to place them in any other era of westeros, what would it be and why?
oooh, honestly?? i'd kinda love to see her either during robert's rebellion or any of the hotd eras. I think within all the chaos, it would be really fun to see how she'd handle it all. especially with how she probably would not be able to escape an arranged marriage during those times lol
"Another wee tiger, ready to terrorize me." Brynden smiled, brushing the backs of his fingers down my cheek. "I do not intend to terrorize you, uncle," I replied with my own small smile. "Ah, you can't help it." He tilted his head. "You're her girl, through and through. I only hope I live long enough to be terrorized by your daughter in turn."
"You look just like your mother," he murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I bite like her, too," I spat, jerking my head away.
"We must always be the balance, my starlight." Mother cupped my cheek. "They wield the swords, and we must weigh the costs." "This cost is too heavy, Mama!" Tears spilled down my cheeks. "I thought the same, sitting in Winterfell's council room and hearing of Brandon's death," she said gently. "But I came to love your father so deeply that my very bones ache when he is not near." "I care not about you and Father! I want Theon back!"
"My mother is Catelyn Tully, Flame of the East, The Bloody Doe, The Crimson Bitch. I am Fireborn, The Maiden’s Revenge, The Siren—her most devoted shadow."
"Theon's not so bad," Sansa said softly. "Oh spare me," I sighed, wrapping my arms around my knees and gazing down at the ocean. "Cya..." "You've been betrothed to my perfect brother nearly your entire life!" I snapped. "Your betrothal was born of the deep love between our mothers, and has been nurtured carefully by them! I am to be sent across the continent, away from all my family, in the hopes that my womb may bind the Iron Islands to the Iron Throne!" "Well I am very sorry, but I cannot give you my life!" Sansa retorted, crossing her arms. "You cannot marry your own brother! And my mother has other plans for Robb!"
Sansa shrieked with glee as I spun her around, forcing her into the waves. "It's too cold, Cya!" "You're Northern, you like cold!" It was as it had always been, the two of us laughing and yammering and running Ser Clifford off his feet. For a moment, I could pretend I was as unbothered as I had been back at that tournament at Riverrun—our grandfathers smiling at us, our brothers showing off their new horses, our mothers laughing in the gardens, our sisters climbing the willows. For a moment, I could pretend we both remained untouched by the world.
She was her mother and I was my mother and we were each other just as they had been. Fox and tiger, starling and starlight, snow and sea, but always, always, the river inside.
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need to thank y'all for the comments and reblogs on my asoiaf week post about house Tawny — I don't talk enough about them, but it makes so proud to know that they're not a complete flop! and the motivation it brings me to actually work more on their house, along with the main fic as a whole is baffling tbh
hoping to have at least one other post for house Tawny during this week, too :)
When given Dragonstone by his brother the king, Prince Stannis Baratheon made two adjustments to his personal sigil. First, to honor his wife, Catelyn Tully, waving lines of blue were added to the gold field the black stag reared upon. Second, the stag's crown was changed to one of flames, to represent the dragons their new home was named for. The eldest daughter of Dragonstone, Princess Cyrenna, favored the blue of her mother's house, although she was always accented in gold and frequently incorporated flame motifs into her clothing. Her preferred blue and gold made her nearly indistinguishable from her mother from a distance, with their matching hair and frames.
It let out a bone-shattering screech. She wanted to get out of reach, but was just a moment too slow. The beast’s claws slashed across her chest and face, the impact knocking her to the ground.
Tears welled out of her eyes immediately. The cuts burned and quickly soaked her clothes in warm, sticky blood, some of it even entering her mouth and leaving a metallic aftertaste. She tried to keep her sobs contained in case it would upset the creature.
a heart so golden, chapter 10
The cuts were deeper and more extensive than she had thought, stretching from her left arm over her chest and ending on her cheek. [...]
“They are magical wounds,” Mikaela explained as Elle stared at the ugly red scars in the mirror. “It will take a while until they fully heal. If they ever.”
a heart so golden, chapter 10
She snapped her head back, fighting the urge to let her fingers trail her scars. They had started hurting again a few days ago, and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do against it.
a heart so golden, chapter 18
She had her head turned away from him, allowing him to see her scars properly for the first time. There were three in total, spanning the entire left side of her face, one having come dangerously close to her eye. They did not look fresh, yet seemingly did not heal as normal scars would.
benjiamin's pov of chapter 18
Even with the tonic, pain was still etched across her face, and if he didn't know any better he would have said her scars had turned a shade darker.
benjiamin's pov of chapter 18
Even her three scars had taken on a natural colour once more.
benjiamin's pov of chapter 18
The three scars now sat proudly upon her left cheek once more - brandings from her time at Florian's castle, a reminder of where her compassion would lead her in the end.
Backstory | History | Personal Sigil | House Colours
࣪ ִֶָ☾. HOUSE TAWNY & HARROWTOWN
Buried deep within the Wolfswood forest lies a quiet and mellow town - once a calm and peaceful place, now left in cracking ruins. Built long before Robert's Rebellion by the Lord Valoras Tawny, first of his name, in an attempt to tuck his beloved family away from where the Realm's troubles seemed not reach them, Hallowtown was a maze of trees that seemed to tower above, it's town nestled cozy with roots that were noted to be trying to engulf the carefully built homes of hardworking families. For years they'd not heard a peep of war, no cries of men in battle - simply the peaceful trickle of rivers and bristle of leaves in the wind only to be occasionally broken up by the sound of an owl hooting from the hollow of it's tree. All peacefulness quickly faded upon the flayed banner that took home upon Winterfell.
Upon deciding the colours Lord Valoras wanted to represent it's household, he'd chosen colours that represented the home he'd built. Foresty greens and earthy browns with a collab of sparkly blue for the rivers he'd so adored watching his young ones play in.
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༄.° the precious pearl. — Princess Alyssa velaryon was the younger twin sister to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, and only daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and her first husband Ser Laenor Velaryon.
The young Princess lived a life marked by grief and loss during the succession war known as the dance of the dragons. She was remarked as being forever mournful by those who had seen her and much like her brothers, Alyssa did not survive to see the war's end.
She was said to have been heartbroken over the death of her husband, Prince Aemond Targaryen, and as a result walked into the sea to her death.
