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souryam · 26 days

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daynes 💜 (pretend Dawn is pretty)

#artists on tumblr #ashara dayne #arthur dayne #house dayne #asoiaf #asoiaf art #kingsguard #sword of the morning #my art #a song of ice and fire

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emprcaesar · 6 months

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the kingsguard is one of my favorite parts of asoiaf. this honor that is fawned over and songs are written about. but it’s all fake. only those apart of the noble group understands it’s deep faults and ignore it. all these great men sit idly by as their king abuses their subjects. they are meant to protect the innocent unless it’s their king that is causing the pain. if the king says fall on their sword they would. that’s not honor or loyalty that’s plain stupidity. they are brainwashed into thinking honor is to not ask question and do whatever is asked and if they die pretty enough they might have a song sung about them. BOOOOOO!!!

art: sir galahad , monument , saint sebastian , artist david grove

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buildoblivionthenwewilltalk · 10 months

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#jonsnowfortnightevent2023 - @asoiafcanonjonsnow

Day 2 - Veils of Destiny

“Promise me, Ned”// “…Westeros must unite beneath her one true king, the Prince that was promised…”

Ned sure did promise about that Prince child of ambiguous legitimacy, huh?

#yes that is rhaegars cloak #Ned stark #Eddard stark #jon snow #minsart #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrian scrolls #sword of the morning #r+l=j #jonsnowfortnightevent2023 #something something red star bleeds something something sword of the morning with a big ass star on it 😅#also Ned and bby Jon 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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fkaluis · 10 months

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arthur dayne, the sword of the morning

part of some kofi commissions im doing :3

#asoiaf #art #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf art #valyrianscrolls #drawing #procreate #house dayne #arthur dayne #sword of the morning #the tower of joy

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imjustapoorwayfaringgeek · 11 months

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House Dayne

take this bundle of dayne sketches bc idk what else to draw

#fan art #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf fanart #asoiaf art #house dayne #gerold dayne #gerold darkstar dayne #darkstar #edric dayne #ned dayne #ashara dayne #arthur dayne #sword of the morning #too shame arthur is never described in the booka #books*#ned is blond so why not make him blond too #also i know there's another dayne sister but i was lazy #my art.

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kolumnist-art · 9 months

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Redraw 🧑🏻‍🎨 Lyanna Stark / Arthur Dayne + baby Jon Snow - 🐺💫🐲 Essos AU where they survived, living away from the mess of Westeros and raising a little rightful King Jon 👑 he is grumpy even as a baby 😅

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ranpoart · 11 months

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My lady?" Ned looked embarrassed. "I'm Edric Dayne, the... Lord of Starfall."

Behind them, Gendry groaned. "Lords and ladies", he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. "Ow," he said "that hurt." He felt thebskin above his eye. "What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?"

"The bad kind," said Arya, suddenly contrite. She turned back to Ned "I'm sorry I didn't know who you were. My lord."

"The fault is mine, my lady." he was very polite.

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ohnoitsmyra · 1 year

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howland reed and arthur dayne at the tower of joy! i need to do more scenes from asoiaf, such a good way to practice full illustrations

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asoiafreadthru · 6 months

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A Game of Thrones, Catelyn II

Ned would not speak of the mother, not so much as a word.

But a castle has no secrets, and Catelyn heard her maids repeating tales they heard from the lips of her husband’s soldiers.

They whispered of Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, deadliest of the seven knights of Aerys’s Kingsguard, and of how their young lord had slain him in single combat.

And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur’s sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in the castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea.

The Lady Ashara Dayne, tall and fair, with haunting violet eyes.

It had taken her a fortnight to marshal her courage, but finally, in bed one night, Catelyn had asked her husband the truth of it, asked him to his face.

That was the only time in all their years that Ned had ever frightened her. “Never ask me about Jon,” he said, cold as ice. “He is my blood, and that is all you need to know.

“And now I will learn where you heard that name, my lady.” She had pledged to obey; she told him, and from that day on, the whispering had stopped, and Ashara Dayne’s name was never heard in Winterfell again.