naomimakesart:

“Remember who you are, Daenerys, … The dragons know. Do you?”

For my final #TargaryenThursdays I saved the best for last, the girl who started this all for me. Without Dany, I wouldn’t be here! I remember buying the books in 2012, a year after the first season had come out, and not having the motivation to start such a huge series. Then whilst scrolling here on tumblr, I found a gifset of this very smol girl with pale silver hair and I was so intrigued! (I started the first two seasons of Game of Thrones after that, then devoured the books and the rest is history!) 

I started this drawing in January, and then suffered a motherboard failure, and thought I wouldn’t be able to get this back because I didn’t have the money to pay for a harddrive extraction. Then last week I taught myself how to do it on Youtube, and was able to start working on it again! I’m glad I am finally able to share this with everyone, and glad I was able to honor Daenerys in this way! 

I’m hoping my girl makes it to the very end and lives to tell the tale, but regardless of what happens I am SO grateful that GRRM created such a fantastic female lead character in a fantasy series. 

thefudge:

racebent asoiaf: jon snow 

Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like a common brigand. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers. He was no true Stark, had never been one… but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons, not three.

“i dressed slutty but it’s really cold, can i please borrow your jacket or something?” for maekar x dyanna?

bitchfromtheseventhhell:

maekar’s the only one who’s sober enough to ask, and dyanna dreads it.  he’ll do it, right? she thinks desperately.  he’s mariah’s son.  mariah is her mother’s cousin.  or something like that.  it doesn’t matter.  what does matter is that she is fucking freezing despite the alcohol in her blood, and she really should have known better than to wear a slutty minion costume.  she’d done it because she couldn’t believe they even existed, but then again she wouldn’t put anything beyond whatever marketing team came up with minions to begin with.

“can i borrow your jacket?” she asks him.  “it’s a bit cold.”

maekar is the only person in the entire party who doesn’t stare at her costume in horror.  she’d laughed at it early on–the horror that all the frat bros had had that they’d had to stare at a minion when staring at her tits or her ass.  

“what are you supposed to be?” he asks her, shrugging out of his jacket, a crease between his eyebrows.

“how do you not know what a minion is?” she asks as she takes his jacket and puts it on.

“should i?”

“do you live under a rock that you managed to avoid it?”  she’s laughing now.  “teach me how to do that.  they’re so goddamn annoying.”

“what are they?” maekar asks.

“they’re these…creatures from a kid’s movie.”

“oh,” he replies.  she zips the coat up all the way to her neck and feels a little better.  it’s still warm from him.  “are they supposed to be…” and now his eyes are on her legs, long and with only the slightest trim of yellow skirt before his jacket takes over.

“slutty?” dyanna teases.  then she opens her phone.  “i wish i could say no, but i’ve seen some things.  prepare to be scarred for life.”

This was so good! The idea of a minion costume is terrifying.