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Recently I have shared references of my friend and my OCs for House of the Dragon timeline, and afterwards my friend commissioned me for Gabriel(his OC)! This is the final result! I'm so excited to share this with you all since it's pretty big and something I thought I wouldn't really deliver in since I used a different technique. But wow- I'm really happy with the results!

My friend has already seen this of course, and I'm beyond relieved to say that he loves it too 😔💕

Gabriel Snow is one of the Kingsguard, and also a loyal protector of Daenessa Arryn(Targaryen), my OC. This is his last stand after Daenessa fell in battle along with her son. Her dragon, Meyris, is wrecking havoc over the armies while Gabriel raises from the ground to make one last stand for team Black, and Daenessa. Stay more to find out about the lore?💪

Anyhow, I hope you like this as much as my friend and I do! This was a blast and I'm happy to finally share it!

Aurelia Targaryen the bastard princess Pt.3

. Oftentimes, Aurelia finds that the only place she finds true solitude in, is her own chambers. Countless tapestries lining the walls, ornate boxes filled with sewing materials and threads. Small tapestries and embroidery linens, ranging from messily woven threads and clumsy stitches, all from her youth in the castle- you can see the progression throughout her entrapment in the castle. Stitches become tighter and neater, the images more skilled and visible, and the quality of thread becomes dearer and dearer. Her fingers are still often pricked with needle marks, even now.

Her room is the only territory she has free reign in. The sheets upon her bed, the shelves of childhood toys- glass dragons and dolls lining the carved wooden compartments, and her creations of thread that depict all that she wants. Soaring dragons, still pictures of nature, and even an attempted portrait of her mother after coming to the conclusion one day that she has forgotten what her face looked like. They all bring bitter sweet memories, recalling how she'd smooth her little fingers over the glossy spine of the little glass dragon whenever she was upset at the dinner table, fiddling with it to keep her tears at bay. They often collect dust now, her past leering at her as dancing shadows in the light of the burning fireplace. Fire crackling and sizzling, the sound of rain pelting hard against the window panes as the sky grows darker.

. Every evening gets a little easier when it is time to dine with her 'family'. As a child she would be squished between her two brothers, Jace and Luke, to keep her docile and well-fed whenever she grew tired of eating and decided to strop instead. With age, she grew more resilient and patient. No longer pulling long faces towards her father, or curious glances towards the king and his wife. Now she likes to sit quietly and contemplate, moving her food around with her fork as she listens to cutlery and goblets clink, murmured discussions amongst the dinner table, and occasionally speaking or dancing with Helaena whenever her mood grows less lethargic.

. Seated close to Heleana, her gown of cream and gold contrasting with Helaenas' dress of forget me not blue and silver, she inspects the little beetle figure between her fingertips- smoothing over the intricacies as Heleana softly utters little enamoured comments about it. Sharing little smiles amongst themselves, before her concentration fizzles at the feeling of being watched. Aurelia peers up for a split second, and is met with Aemond's heavy stare. Even as she acknowledges him, he doesn't break the eye contact- he simply taps his thumb against the table like a ticking clock. She cannot find a name for how she feels- frightened? Confused? Concerned?

. Music fills the room as musicians start to play, and the talk amongst the table turns sweet and merry. Gathering her skirts of gold in a fist, she offers her hand to Heleana, who sweetly accepts it. Aemond's stare was beginning to make her skin itch.

The two princesses begin to dance, their families watching with gracious smiles and joyous laughter. Their palms ghost upon one another, held high towards the candle-lit ceiling, as they circle slowly in a soft rhythm of swaying skirts of sunlight and rain, their long pale hair glittering in gold candlelight.

Viserys watches on happily, almost relieved at the sight of the two princesses dancing. His family is whole and content.

Aegon claps to the music, tipsy and flushed in the face from his mouthfuls of wine.

Alicent smiles and sips her wine, fingers clasped together in rejoicing at the sight of her daughter getting along with Daemon's child.

Otto claps to the music, only not intoxicated, and much more on beat. For once he smiles openly at the two princesses, even he was not an exemption to the contagious joy in the room.

Daemon is relaxed in his seat, watching his daughter have fun and smile. A sight not often bestowed to him.

Aemond simply watches the two princesses dance like an owl, his chair moved to an angle so that he can fold his hands upon his knee that is propped upon his other leg. Like a perched raven.

Jace and Luke, Baela and rhaena, all eat and chat. Feeling calm and full from the food.

. Not all dinners are as nice as this, so everyone relishes in the moment.

Aurelia Targaryen the bastard princess Pt.3

. Oftentimes, Aurelia finds that the only place she finds true solitude in, is her own chambers. Countless tapestries lining the walls, ornate boxes filled with sewing materials and threads. Small tapestries and embroidery linens, ranging from messily woven threads and clumsy stitches, all from her youth in the castle- you can see the progression throughout her entrapment in the castle. Stitches become tighter and neater, the images more skilled and visible, and the quality of thread becomes dearer and dearer. Her fingers are still often pricked with needle marks, even now.

Her room is the only territory she has free reign in. The sheets upon her bed, the shelves of childhood toys- glass dragons and dolls lining the carved wooden compartments, and her creations of thread that depict all that she wants. Soaring dragons, still pictures of nature, and even an attempted portrait of her mother after coming to the conclusion one day that she has forgotten what her face looked like. They all bring bitter sweet memories, recalling how she'd smooth her little fingers over the glossy spine of the little glass dragon whenever she was upset at the dinner table, fiddling with it to keep her tears at bay. They often collect dust now, her past leering at her as dancing shadows in the light of the burning fireplace. Fire crackling and sizzling, the sound of rain pelting hard against the window panes as the sky grows darker.

. Every evening gets a little easier when it is time to dine with her 'family'. As a child she would be squished between her two brothers, Jace and Luke, to keep her docile and well-fed whenever she grew tired of eating and decided to strop instead. With age, she grew more resilient and patient. No longer pulling long faces towards her father, or curious glances towards the king and his wife. Now she likes to sit quietly and contemplate, moving her food around with her fork as she listens to cutlery and goblets clink, murmured discussions amongst the dinner table, and occasionally speaking or dancing with Helaena whenever her mood grows less lethargic.

. Seated close to Heleana, her gown of cream and gold contrasting with Helaenas' dress of forget me not blue and silver, she inspects the little beetle figure between her fingertips- smoothing over the intricacies as Heleana softly utters little enamoured comments about it. Sharing little smiles amongst themselves, before her concentration fizzles at the feeling of being watched. Aurelia peers up for a split second, and is met with Aemond's heavy stare. Even as she acknowledges him, he doesn't break the eye contact- he simply taps his thumb against the table like a ticking clock. She cannot find a name for how she feels- frightened? Confused? Concerned?

. Music fills the room as musicians start to play, and the talk amongst the table turns sweet and merry. Gathering her skirts of gold in a fist, she offers her hand to Heleana, who sweetly accepts it. Aemond's stare was beginning to make her skin itch.

The two princesses begin to dance, their families watching with gracious smiles and joyous laughter. Their palms ghost upon one another, held high towards the candle-lit ceiling, as they circle slowly in a soft rhythm of swaying skirts of sunlight and rain, their long pale hair glittering in gold candlelight.

Viserys watches on happily, almost relieved at the sight of the two princesses dancing. His family is whole and content.

Aegon claps to the music, tipsy and flushed in the face from his mouthfuls of wine.

Alicent smiles and sips her wine, fingers clasped together in rejoicing at the sight of her daughter getting along with Daemon's child.

Otto claps to the music, only not intoxicated, and much more on beat. For once he smiles openly at the two princesses, even he was not an exemption to the contagious joy in the room.

Daemon is relaxed in his seat, watching his daughter have fun and smile. A sight not often bestowed to him.

Aemond simply watches the two princesses dance like an owl, his chair moved to an angle so that he can fold his hands upon his knee that is propped upon his other leg. Like a perched raven.

Jace and Luke, Baela and rhaena, all eat and chat. Feeling calm and full from the food.

. Not all dinners are as nice as this, so everyone relishes in the moment.

VITTORIA CIRAULO IN BORN TO DIE

"When she was Vittoria Ciraulo, in her previous life, the queen of fashion empire in Milan no less, she had golden blonde hair and blue eyes. "

"I will rule just as Queen Victoria"

"Do I? I am yearning for my home and yet I am here for you! My life! My pets! My brothers! My… I have never thought about anyone in my whole life and yet I care for you!"

"I was richer than the royalties."

"God has made me beautiful and beauty is never to be wasted."

Finally made this for Vittoria Ciraulo and I found the perfect face claim for her and that is Vlada Rosyalkova (amazing woman and supermodel!)

I mean look at her! She gave me the whole Vittoria vibes I feel whenever I write her! Also the Cersei vibes.

Introducing…

House Branfield of Gold Grove is a rich and influential house of the Reach. Gold Grove is known for its seemingly endless gold fields of wheat, to which it supplies all of Westeros. Favorited granddaughter of the highly respected Lord Joran Branfield, Fallon is the only child of his Joran’s third son.

Controversy surrounded Fallon’s birth. Gareth Branfield was known to all as a gentle and highly intelligent man, all though somewhat weak willed. Society was scandalized to learn that the son of such a respected house ran off with a common servant girl, Marion. The scandal furthered when Gareth reappeared with the woman proclaiming her as his wife and that the two expected a child. Nine moons later, Marion gave to a daughter, but sadly Marion died in childbirth.

Gareth doted on his daughter, often dismissing her nursemaids and nannies to take care of Fallon himself. Lord Joran was also very fond of his granddaughter, spoiling her, employing the best seamstresses for wardrobe, and enlisting the best tutors for her education. Fallon’s aunt, Shannon, also favorited her only niece. Though not every member of House Branfield cared for Fallon. Fallon’s uncles and cousins considered her father’s marriage to her mother as disgraceful and invalid, often referring to her as a bastard.

Tragedy struck after Fallon turned one and ten, Gareth Branfield was unexpectedly stricken with fever and died. With both her mother and father dead, Fallon was left with no one to care for her. After Fallon’s father passed, she clung to her grandfather by assisting him managing House Branfield’s affairs.

Two years later, Lord Joran Branfield saw an opportunity for his then three and ten granddaughter when letters were sent out by Queen Alicent Hightower searching for a lady-in-waiting for the young Princess Helaena Targaryen. Fallon soon proved herself as valuable companion and lady-in-waiting to the princess. Princess Helaena and Fallon Branfield became inseparable, remind the Queen and all those in the Red Keep of another princess and her companion.

His schemes never ceasing, the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower saw Fallon and House Branfield as a valuable asset to putting Aegon on the throne. Not only did House Branfield have significant influence on the Reach and immense wealth, they also held onto one of the largest food sources in the South. It was declared that the Queen’s second son, Prince Aemond Targaryen, would wed Fallon Branfield when she turned six and ten and Aemond eight and ten.

The ceremony was lavish and it was said by all that Fallon Branfield was a most beautiful bride in a dress the color of fresh cream, Myrish lace, and pearls. Prince Aemond and Fallon Branfield already quite fond of each other made an attractive pairing. Prince Aemond notably cold, intense, and unapproachable, only softened for his family and beloved wife. The couple flourished despite the sword hanging over their heads, but eventually the sword dropped and the dragons danced.

LADY CASSANDRA BARATHEON ◆ THE STORM

A blade in the hands of the lady Cassandra wasn't an uncommon sight. The only daughter of Lord Boremund had bullied her way into the training grounds at a young age, wanting to swing a sword just as her brother did even if he were ten years her senior. But this was no child with a wooden sword. This was a woman grown with the fury of the storm kings of old in her eyes and a sharpened blade leveled at the white cloak pitting two sets of princes against one another. "Come now, Ser Criston. If you wish to teach the princelings the reality of an unfair fight, pick up your blade and match me. I'm sure a lady knocking you into the dirt will prove a point just as much as encouraging one boy to kick down another half his size."

I have now bestow you the greatest honor, hearing me rant about my oc 🙌

My Oc's name is Melaenor Belaerys

Hnnggg I know incest is basically the plot of the show & books but I made my oc a daughter of an extinct dragonlord family (the Belaerys) and a stark (she is literally a song of fire & ice lmao). I also gave her the power to have visions, she and Helaena are bffs fr. She and Baela are bffs too cuz I aint pitting 2 bad bitches against each other.

I didnt wanna give her the standard white hair, so I gave her salt and pepper hair with the most haunting light purple eyes anyone has ever seen.

She and Jace are NAWT your traditional Targaryen couple 💀

The primary reason that the Targaryens marry their siblings/relatives is to preserve the "magic" that runs in their blood. We see the significance of that in the struggle to find new dragonriders. So if your OC is of dragonrider lineage anyway, I doubt there would be much issue with her betrothal to Jacerys--unless they're rival families! The Starks would be valuable allies as well.

I encourage you to write your fics and rant about your OC! :) Although I'm a big ASOIAF geek, my blog has barely any following in the HotD circles. I hope you find an audience for your writing. It sounds very interesting!

They just hate to see a bad bitch winning I fear 😔

I'm so confused about all the people that have been insulting targaryen!readers and ocs as "boring" lately.

You expect me to believe that a reader/oc that has a fucked up family and can ride a dragon is somehow uninteresting...? This is a big fandom. There's room for everyone to write what they want. There's no reason for some people to be so judgemental. Fic writers are providing us with free content about our favorite characters. They are taking time out of their day to write us stories. You aren't expected to like every fic. This entitlement in fandom is ridiculous. Fanfiction writers owe you nothing. If you don't like what they write then that's your problem not theirs.

Most of these characters have hundreds of fics written for them, there is no point in dwelling on the fics you don't like. The Aemond/ofc tag on ao3 has over 2000 fics, the Aemond/reader tag has over 1000 fics, but yet I'll still see people whining in the fanfiction tags on tumblr about how a writer dared to write a reader/oc or plot they personally didn't like. Again, you are reading free content, we don't need to hear your criticisms. Not liking a fic is not some crisis we need to urgently address. You can keep your thoughts to yourself and move on to something else. My rant is over. Be kind to fic writers. Life would be miserable without them.

Aurelia Targarian the bastard princess

Aurelia = the 'golden dawn'.

The bastard princess, the golden handed weaver of fates, the caged daughter

The bastard daughter of Prince Daemon and a pleasure house woman, she was raised upon rags and stale bread- but she was happy and loved. Her mother worked hard for what that had, sacrificing and enduring her body and mind to keep her children fed and warm.

Aurelia was a simple yet happy child. Collecting water by the creek, cradling her baby half-brothers, and mending clothes with a needle and thread with her small calloused hands. She would sleep by the little fire in their home upon a worn blanket, listening to her mother sing. Life was simple. Life was warm.

That was until he came.

The man with the silver white hair and monstrous blood red dragon who descended from the skies, clawing the earth as he landed upon the soil of her birthplace.

Once the panicked and frightened hysteria of shrieks calmed down, hushed murmers drifted throughout each home and tavern of the arrival of the targarian prince. People ushered together and locked their doors, eyes groveling to the ground as he passed by with his proud strut, hoping to evade his cruel fiery gaze.

Aurelia still remembers how pale her mother seemed as she held her in her arms, back pressed to the locked door. Her mother mumbled prayers as she embraced her children tightly, hushing the youngest boy's whimpers. And she cannot certainly forget the terror in her mother's eyes as the prince forced himself in with sly words and promised threats, or how he gazed heavily into her own lilac eyes. No words were traded between the two adults. The prince merely looked the girl over before grasping her wrist, wringing her out of the woman's arms.

She remembers the tears and shrieks exchanged between her and her family. The way she got dragged from her home, her little brother's arms reaching out for her as her mother stood there and sniffled. How the man lifted her upon a serpent-like red dragon and was caged in his arms as they ascended into the vast sky. The voices of her family growing faded the higher they got, the wind rushing around her ears. She was too frightened to open her eyes, trembling in the strange snowy haired man's lap.

He took her to a castle. A cold stone castle by the tide, filled with the sound of crashing waves and dragons distant shrieks. She gave him a hard time as he dragged her inside. Kicking and squirming, laying on the floor as damp sand stuck to her knees- in which he huffed in irritation and hoisted her over his shoulder. She kept kicking and sobbing for her mother, which gave the targarians a right shock as the Mad prince Daemon strutted into DragonStone with a distraught pearly haired little girl thrown over his shoulder.

Aurelia couldn't take to her new home. She sat by her chamber windows with her little face pressed to the glass out looking over the ocean, searching the horizon for her home. She spent long weeks there, changed out of her rags into ornate little dresses and slippers, but she had never felt so uncomfortable and wrong.

Her new 'mother' showered her with reassurance and gifts, hoping to soothe her new little daughter. Dresses, toys, books and lessons to read and sew and play instruments all seemed fruitless, but she never ceased or backed down. Aurelia found a little comfort in sewing and singing, and although the little dark haired boys that cooed and gathered around her painfully reminded her of her own brother's back at home- they were a good distraction. A glimpse of her past life.

Princess Aurelia spends many days sewing and weaving ornate tapestries, distracting herself from her sorrow of being a caged bird. If she's not sewing, she's reading and spending time in the dragon pits. Her days are mundane and lonely, despite living in a castle surrounded by family members.

Still, as a young woman, she looks out to the horizon searching for her home. Dreaming that one day she'll return to her mother's arms once her gilded cage is torn apart by her own hands.

I love drawing happy women, so here's one I did of Laena, Rhaenyra, and @77empest 's oc Besyana. Since the ocs at this point are so intertwined with the story that they're practically canon

There are two wolves in me. One wants to use the Cannibal as my OC's dragon in my story as a reference for how all consuming my character's anger is in both herself and her family relationships and as an illusion towards her internal views of kinslaying and feelings towards her extended family.

The other wolf is afraid it would be cringe.

The Clothing of each of the Queens in my series "Through Their Blood Runs Madness"

Alicent Hightower

Prior to her second marriage, the then Lady Alicent wore mostly browns, reminiscent of her first marriage to a knight from House Bracken. Upon marrying a second time, the queen consort began wearing the red colors of House Targaryen in support of her new marriage. Following her escape from the realm, the former queen, no longer tied to any marriage wore her own house color, green.

Lenora Strong

In her youth, Lady Lenora avidly dressed in light blues, one of the main colors of her house. Once she was married, the queen consort still took to wearing lighter colors and dressed in her favorite cream hues. After being caught by her rival faction, the former queen refused to wear her enemy's colors or risk being caught in her own faction's colors, instead, she wore dark purples. A subtle nod to her alliance with the Reds and loyalty to her house's blue colors.

Dyanna Tully

During her youth, the Lady Dyanna wore hues of pink and occasionally light purples. Following her becoming queen consort, she frequented the Godswood to ride in colors of brown usually with fur of the same tint. However, once she separated from the realm, she began to wear the crimson red of her political faction boldly in defiance of her enemies across the sea.

So I accidentally created a weirdly funny situation in my own fic. One of my OCs, Dyanna, is from House Tully and for her fancast I chose Abigail Cowen. I thought she fit the character and thought nothing more about it until recently when I realized that Abigail is American. Most of the cast of House of the Dragon is from the UK with many having a British accent. Now every time I write her, I can't help imagining Dyanna speaking in an American accent with everyone else having a British one.

The other characters would have no idea why she sounds like that cause like she's from the Riverlands and no one else from there sounds like that? Her own kids have British accents so maybe they would think she's being funny and doing a bit? But also anyone else would wonder what accent that even is since America isn't a thing?

Aegon: Dyanna have you seen Jace?

Dyanna *with a heavy Floridan accent*: He’s playing with Viserys, love.

Aegon: …

Aegon *turns to Alicent*: Does Lady Dyanna always talk like that?

Alicent *with a hundred-yard stare*: Yes, we don't know why and we can't get her to stop

IDK yall💀

What the Queens in my fic "A Targaryen Type of Madness" would do if they lived in the modern era

Rhaenyra Targaryen

After the toxic relationships she's had, Rhaenyra decided to take a step back and focus on being alone for a while. She focuses on her career as a business CEO and being there for her children. Robb would act as a father figure to her and convince her to work on herself for a while. She followed his advice, developing a a hobby as an amauter historian on Old Valyria. Criston and her are close friends, grabbing a drink from the pub every now and again.

Alicent Hightower

Intially not wanting to divorce, Alicent was evenutally persuaded by friends that her marriage wasn't healthy for her or her children. Despite still holding feelings for her ex, she spends her time and energy on her children. She works as a lawyer due to her driven and somewhat calculating nature. Her love of poetry has expanded to her writing full length manuscripts which Lenora has been begging for her to publish. She remains close with her brother Gwayne and visits him often with her four children.

Lenora Strong

Following her divorce, Lenora would devote her time and energy to raising her three sons. She would become a soccer mom type, always taking them to whatever clubs or extracurriculars they would sign up for. She would also spend most weekends visiting her father Lyonel and brothers, Harwin and Larys. She works as a teacher because she loves helping others and adores children. She struggles with doing things for herself and has been convinced by her friend, Alicent, to take up Zumba classes for fun.

Dyanna Tully

Following her divorce, Dyanna got remarried to Gwayne Hightower two years later. This was a slightly controversial decision in the eyes of others but she doesn't let this affect her as she was finally married to someone she loved. Given that Dyanna didn't have much work experience she bounced from job to job while keeping up with her hobby of horseback riding. Eventually, she and Gwayne bought a ranch, where she now works. She continues to raise her children and visits her nephew, Elmo Tully, as well as Lenora and Alicent, at least once a month.

Teddy's Masterlist

House of the Dragon/ASOIAF

Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

When the World is Ending (finished one shot)

In a post-Zombie Apocalyptic world, Rhaenyra ventures to find a compound and the one within it.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

Credit to @moonshine999 for the mood boards/dividers. Also, check out my AO3 :)

The HOTD characters in my fic if they were in a horror movie:

Rhaenyra: dies after being killed by the twist villain

Alicent: survives by proxy of not being at the spooky house/cabin

Lenora: dies after sacrificing herself to slow down the bad guy

Dyanna: dies but not before managing to get at least a stab in on the bad guy

Aegon: dies because he was busy getting high or drunk

Helaena: survives because she hates social outings and never went to the spooky house/cabin

Aemond: dies after being revealed to be the twist villain

Jace: survives and goes on to be in the squeals as a legacy character

Daeron: dies after being jump-scared

Luke: dies in the first act making him the first victim

Joffrey: survives because he had a curfew and left early

Baela: survives because she was gone half the movie and only showed up in the final act with a gun

Rhaena: survives and becomes the final girl after having drastic character development making her a more ruthless person by the end

Addam: dies after trying to save his brother

Alyn: dies trying to get revenge for Addam’s death

Hugh: dies because he was a frat boy

Ulf: dies because he was the main bad guy

Gaemon: survives because he left the spooky house/cabin as soon as things started getting weird

Viserys: died before the movie even takes place

The Characters from my fic “The Madness of Dragons” as John Mulany quotes

Jace:

Aegon:

Helaena:

Daeron:

Aemond:

Luke:

Addam:

Alyn:

Alicent:

Lenora:

Dyanna:

Gwayne:

Gaemon:

"Sweet words do not work on me, my lady. My husband tried it once and he was met with thorns rather than a rose. I rule in my son's stead which I take very seriously. I will not risk soldiers for a war that has nothing to do with us" - Lady Tyrell (Chapter 14)

During the Dance of the Dragons, Lady Tyrell as ruled as regent for her infant son, Lyonel. In the conflict, she never raised her banners for war, staying neutral in the matter. Some believed her cowardly while others believed her clever for evading the destruction that plunged the realm.

Snippet of my new chapter: Changeling

“Any person can be pulled with strings, madness or not. You could have used it. You could have wielded it, but you let it slip through your fingers. You deluded yourself into believing that the Realm's Delight could never become the monster that currently rots that throne. You had a chance to move the pieces, but you passed over your turn, now you will die for it.”

The Dragons of the Dragonseeds in "Madness of Dragons"