Hello there! You’re an amazing artist btw! Can you draw Naerys from the ASOIAF lore with newborn Daenerys of Dorne?
hi dear anonymous! thank you very much for your sweet words!
specially for you Queen Naerys Targaryen and her baby daughter Princess Daenerys Targaryen (of Dorne).
Battle of The Whispering Woods- Work in Progress
I didn't post in a while - because of job and life - but in the little breaks of life and job I started to draw this. Hopefully I will finish it next week - because of Easter Holliday 🤞
This GORGEOUS art is by the wonderful @amaati. I’ve been holding onto it for a while and am excited to share it!!
Here’s a little snippet of my latest chapter, Daenerys V.
In her dream, she found Madam Lyria, mask shedded and bloodied upon pale stone, Ashara Dayne sobbing with the blood of her womb, in a dress as beautiful as twilight.“Mama!” she called. “Muna!” But the woman ignored her, hands clasped upon her breast, nails slick with a babe’s life as crimson as the sky above the Doom.
Art by @adelikashere for A Crown of False Spring. The best birthday gift ever.
It was… a girl-child. He’d not misjudged; even whilst standing she was a tiny slip of a thing. A strange thing. Her coltish frame was wrapped in a dove-grey gown, streaked with soil and trailing like mist about small bared feet. Dark chestnut hair tumbled loose and tangled past thin shoulders, framing windburnt cheeks flushed rosy with chill. Her eyes were sharp and wild, her teeth bared—and in her hands a tree branch, raised like a sword! Not a little doe then, thought Arthur. Then, a break in the clouds. A shaft of dying light broke through the clearing, striking the crown of the heart tree with sudden radiance. The deep scarlet leaves flared and shimmered like bloody embers. And there, half-lost amongst the high fronds, something swayed. A shield. Upon it, the painted face of a weirwood, grinning wide and red.
Más dibujos sin terminar porque ya no me importa nada
The moon floated on the still black waters, shattering and re-forming as her ripples washed over it.
Daenerys in the Womb of the World
“I was tired. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl.”
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Dany from asoiaf
"The things I do for love" - AGOT - Bran II