#game of thrones sims
Simblreen treat #4: This dress is inspired by Dany’s Season 6 Dothraki dress. There are matching gloves, as well. I’ve been working on it for a LONG time. If you have my Astapor dress, you will find the texture with that mesh. Please let me know if there are problems. Hope you guys enjoy!!
Lovely hair by @leahlillith.
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Simblreen treat #3: This dress is inspired by Catelyn Stark’s black leaf gown. It is very similar to one of Sansa’s dresses and sweetly connects the two while they’re separated. If you have my Sansa gowns part I, you will find this with those textures. Please let me know if there are problems! Hope you guys enjoy!
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Simblreen treat #2: This coat is inspired by Sansa’s Alayne Stone look. There are some minor issues with the mesh, but it should work out well for you! I hope you guys like!!
TOU:
- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Thanks@batsfromwesteros for testing!!!
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This is the first gift I released this Simblreen! The gown is inspired by one of Dany’s Meereen gowns, and there is also a red and black version included. Please let me know if you have any issues and tag me if you use. I hope you guys enjoy!
Dress download: (Updated 8/29/20. PLEASE RE-DOWNLOAD!)
TOU:
- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Feel free to modify the mesh, with credit. No plans to use in future!
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Beautiful hair by @antosims
Thanks@ts4got for testing!
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Olenna- Do you know my son, the Lord of Highgarden?
Sansa- I haven’t had the pleasure.
Olenna- No great pleasure, believe me. Ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf, as well. My husband, the late Lord Luther, he managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him, and now my son is doing the same. Only this time, he’s riding a lion instead of a horse. And now, I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey.
Sansa- I… I…
Olenna- You. You. Who else would know better? We’ve heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you? Has he ripped out your tongue?
Sansa-Joff…King Joffrey, he.. his Grace is very fair and handsome and is is brave as a lion.
Olenna- Yes, all Lannisters are lions and when a Tyrell farts it smells like a rose. But how kind is he, how clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle heart?
Margaery- I’m to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.
Olenna- Bring me some cheese.
Servant- The cheese will be served after the cakes, my Lady.
Olenna- The cheese will be served when I want it served, and I want it served now. Are you frightened child? No need for that. We’re only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.
Sansa- My father always told the truth.
Olenna- Yes, he had that reputation, and they named him traitor and took his head.
Sansa- Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful, and he cut my father’s head off. And he said that was mercy. And he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.
Margaery- Go on.
Sansa- I.. I can’t. I never meant.. My father was a traitor, my brother as well. I have traitor’s blood. Please don’t make me say anymore.
Margaery- She’s terrified, Grandmother. Just look at her.
Olenna- Speak freely, child. We will never betray your confidence, I swear it.
Sansa- He’s a monster.
Olenna- Oh, that’s a pity.
Sansa- Please don’t stop the wedding.
Olenna- Ha, have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgardens determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Aah, here comes my cheese.
Clothing CC (mostly) by: @sifixcc,@batsfromwesteros, & @magnolianfarewell
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Ygritte- Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.
Jon- What secret?
Ygritte- Do you think I’m as dumb as all those girls in silk dresses you knew growing up? You’re loyal and you’re brave. You didn’t stop being a crow the day you walked into Mance Rayder’s tent. But I’m your woman now, Jon Snow. You’re going to be loyal to your woman. The Night’s Watch don’t care if you live or die. Mance Rayder don’t care if I live or die. We’re just soldiers in their armies, and there’s plenty more to carry on if we go down. It’s you and me, that matters to me and you. Don’t ever betray me.
Jon- I won’t.
Ygritte- Because I’ll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it around me neck.
Clothing CC by: @kellymarie69
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“Mykhaleesi is sad?”
“Yes,” Dany admitted. Sad and lost.
“Should I pleasure the khaleesi?”
Dany stepped away from her. “No. Irri, you do not need to do that. What happened that night, when you woke… you’re no bed slave, I freed you, remember? You…”
“I am handmaid to the Mother of Dragons,” the girl said. “It is great honor to please my khaleesi.”
“I don’t want that,” she insisted. “I don’t.” She turned away sharply. “Leave me now. I want to be alone. To think.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Human poses by: @the-simsation
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Joffrey- Please, sit sit. I do apologize, my Lady, Small Council meetings… At what point does it become treason to waste the King’s time? That’s a lovely gown, my Lady.
Cersei- Yes, it suits you perfectly. I imagine you might be rather cold.
Margaery- The climate is a bit more forgiving back in Highgarden, Your Grace.
Joffrey- Shall I have them bring you a shawl, my Lady?
Margaery- I am touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells our blood runs quite warm. Doesn’t it Loras?
Loras-Yes.
Margaery- Loras, isn’t the Queen’s gown magnificent? The fabric, the embroidery, the metal work.. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Cersei- You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you’ve become Queen. Perhaps before. Joffrey tells me you stopped your carriage at Flea Bottom on your way back from the Sept this morning.
Margaery- Yes, I paid a visit to an orphanage the High Septon told me about.
Loras- Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Highgarden.
Margaery- The lowest among us are no different from the highest, if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.
Cersei- An open heart is what you’ll get in Flea Bottom if you’re not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attacked by a mob there. We had a full compliment of guards. It didn’t stop them. The King barely escaped with his life.
Joffrey- My mother’s always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.
Cersei- You’re right, of course. You are your father’s son. We can’t all have a King’s bravery.
Margaery-Hunger turns men into beasts. I’m glad House Tyrell has been able to help in this regard. They tell me a hundred wagons arrive daily now from the Reach. Wheat, barley, apples.. We’ve had a blessed harvest, and of course it’s our duty to assist the capital in time of need.
Joffrey- Well, as Ser Loras said, Lady Margaery has done this sort of charitable work before. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.
Cersei- I’m sure she does.
Cersei’s CC: @ts4gotand@kellymarie69
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Ser Jorah- The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace.
Daenerys- To whom?
Ser Jorah- To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did.
Daenerys- Give me your water.
Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death.
Daenerys- Here, drink.
Dying Man- (Shakes head no)
Ser Barristan- Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you.
Ser Jorah- What is she to do for soldiers?
Ser Barristan- We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr.
Ser Jorah- Is it we already, Ser Barristan? (To Dany) If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built you must win it, and that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done.
Daenerys-The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents.
Ser Jorah- How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan-Three.
Ser Jorah-Have you ever seen awar where innocents didn’t die by the thousands? I was in Kings Landing after the sack, Khaleesi. Do you know what I saw? Butchered babies, children, old men, more women raped than you can count. There’s a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand, but the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they’re ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they will kill are the ones you want dead.
Daenerys- Do you disagree, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- When your brother, Rhaegar, led his army at the Battle of the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him. Not because they’d been bought at a slaver’s auction. I fought beside the Last Dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him.
Ser Jorah- Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died.
Daenerys- Did you know him well, Ser Barristan?
Ser Barristan- I did, Your Grace. He was the finest man I ever met.
Daenerys- I wish I’d known him, but he was not the Last Dragon.
Torture victims by: @dravenxivuk
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“Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath, circling to her right.
“For a wench?”
“For a squire, say. A green one.” He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Brienne’s CC by: @kellymarie69
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“And you want your own reward, is that it? Very well. What is it you would have of me? Lands, a castle, some office?”
“A little bloody gratitude would make a nice start.”
Lord Tywin stared at him unblinking. “Mummers and monkeys require applause. So did Aerys, for that matter. You did as you were commanded, and I am sure it was to the best of your ability. No one denies the part you played.”
“The partI played?” What nostrils Tyrion had left must surely have flared. “I saved your bloody city, it seems to me.”
“Most people seem to feel that it was my attack on Lord Stannis’s flank that turned the tide of battle. Lords Tyrell, Rowan, Redwyne, and Tarly fought nobly as well, and I’m told it was your sister Cersei who set the pyromancers to making the wildfire that destroyed the Baratheon fleet.”
“While all I did was get my nosehairs trimmed, is that it?” Tyrion could not keep the bitterness out of his voice.
“Your chain was a clever stroke, and crucial to our victory. Is that what you wanted to hear? I am told we have you to thank for our Dornish alliance as well… if there is nothing else…”
“You have important letters, yes.” Tyrion rose on unsteady legs, closed his eyes for an instant as a wave of dizziness washed over him, and took a shaky step toward the door. Later, he would reflect that he should have taken a second, and then a third. Instead he turned. “What do I want, you ask? I’ll tell you what I want. I want what is mine by rights. I want Casterly Rock.”
His father’s mouth grew hard. “Your brother’s birthright?”
“The knights of the Kingsguard are forbidden to marry, to father children, and to hold land, you know that as well as I. The day Jaime put on that white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock, but never once have you acknowledged it. It’s past time. I want you to stand up before the realm and proclaim that I am your son and your lawful heir.”
Lord Tywin’s eyes were a pale green flecked with gold, as luminous as they were merciless. “Casterly Rock,” he declared in a flat cold dead tone. And then, “Never.”
“Why?” he made himself ask, though he knew he would rue the question.
“You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, devious, disobedient, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men’s laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors, since I cannot prove that you are not mine. To teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him. But neither gods nor men shall ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Clothing CC: By @ts4got (Personal recolor pictured).
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Stannis- Heard you were dead.
Davos- Not yet. I had hoped to speak to you alone, your grace.
Stannis- We are alone.
Davos- Your Grace, you are the rightful king. Not only by blood. You’re an honorable man, a just man, and there is still a war to fight.
Stannis- I am fighting.
Davos- By burning prisoners alive?
Melisandre- How would you punish the infidels, Ser Davos?
Davos- I do not judge people for the gods they worship. If I did, I’d have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone.
Melisandre- I’m not your enemy.
Davos- You are my enemy.
Melisandre- Was it me you fought on Blackwater bay? Did I set your ships ablaze? I wasn’t there when the wildfire killed our men by the thousands. I could have saved those men. If you would have taken the city, Stannis would sit upon his rightful throne and you would stand beside him. But I wasn’t there because you convinced your king to leave me behind. Do you hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water? Crying for their mothers, for their gods, for help until the moment that the black water swallowed them? Don’t despair Ser Davos. What I told your son is true. Death by fire is the purest death.
Davos- (Lunging at Melisandre) This woman is evil! She’s the mother of demons!
Stannis- Take him to the dungeon. Lock him in a cell.
Melisandre’s CC by: @sifixcc
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“Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes,” the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz complained to the slave girl who spoke for him. “I deal in meat, not metal. The bronze is not for sale. Tell her to look at the soldiers. Even the dim purple eyes of a sunset savage can see how magnificent my creatures are, surely.”
“The good Master Kraznys asks, are they not magnificent?” The girl spoke the Common Tongue well, for one who had never been to Westeros.
“They might be adequate to my needs,” Dany answered. “Tell me of their training.”
“The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise, to keep the price down,” the translator told her master. “She wishes to know how they were trained.”
“Are all Westerosi pigs so ignorant?” he complained. “All the world knows that the Unsullied are masters of spear and shield and shortsword.” He gave Dany a broad smile. “Tell her what she would know, slave, and be quick about it. The day is hot.”
“They are chosen young, for size and speed and strength,” the slave told her. “They begin their training at five. Every day they train from dawn to dusk, until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is most rigorous, Your Grace. Only one boy in three survives it. This is well known. Among the Unsullied it is said that on the day they win their spiked cap, the worst is done with, for no duty that will ever fall to them could be as hard as their training.”
Kraznys mo Nakloz supposedly spoke no word of the Common Tongue, but he bobbed his head as he listened, and from time to time gave the slave girl a poke with the end of his lash. “Tell her that these have been standing here for a day and a night, with no food nor water. Tell her that they will stand until they drop if I should command it, and when ninety-nine have collapsed to die upon the bricks, the last will stand there still, and never move until his own death claims him. Such is their courage. Tell her that.”
-George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Poses by: @ts4got
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“Bad men wanted to come into the city and do terrible things, but your father stopped them… You should be proud. Under King Joffrey’s leadership, your fathers saved the city. They saved us all. From now on, we’re going to take care of you.”
Dress CC by: @magnolianfarewell
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Things went downhill hard for the Khaleesi this season, but here is a pretty fur she wore in less homicidal times! I made this accessory to go with the gorgeous dress created by @ts4got,@batsfromwesteros, and @redflamets4. You can get the dress HERE. Also, please feel free to edit the fur’s texture & mesh, but be sure to link back to me. Let me know if there are issues. I hope you guys enjoy!!
Winter Fur Download: HERE (Updated 8/6/19)
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“You know nothing, Jon Snow.” She gave him a shy smile. “You might be learning some, though.”
“Let’s not go back t’ Styr and Jarl. Let’s go down inside, and join up with Gendel’s children. I don’t ever want t’ leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever.”
- George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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This is my version of Dany’s more intricate blue dress. I also got a little carried away making versions for those playing post finale resurrection story lines. There are 11 variations with different detailing. Please let me know if there are any problems! There are unfortunately some clipping issues in the back. I hope you guys like it!!
Dress Download:HERE (Updated 7/15/19)
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- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Please don’t modify the mesh without asking first.
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Necklace by: @ts4got
Hair by: @newseasims&@leahlillith
Thanks@ts4got&@batsfromwesteros for testing!!!
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Here is my version of Dany’s Astapor dress. Also pictured is the lovely necklace that the extremely talented @ts4got created to complete the look. Thank you so much @ts4got for collaborating with me, testing my dress, and being incredibly patient during my lengthy creation process!! More dress textures to come! I hope you guys enjoy!!!
Astapor Dress:DOWNLOAD
Astapor Necklace(by@ts4got):HERE
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- Please don’t claim as your own.
- Recolors/retextures allowed, but please don’t include the mesh.
- Please don’t modify the mesh without asking first.
- Please feel free to convert to other games, with credit.
Hair by @leahlillith.
Other accessories can be found HEREandHERE.
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“What in the seven hells is it?” Greyjoy was saying.
“A wolf,” Robb told him.
“A freak,” Greyjoy said. “Look at the size of it.”
…Half-burried in bloodstained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death…
“It’s no freak,” Jon said calmly. “That’s a direwolf. They grow larger than the other kind.”
Theon Greyjoy said, “There’s not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.”
“I see one now,” Jon replied.
Bran tore his eyes away from the monster. That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb’s arms. He gave a cry of delight and moved closer. The pup was a tiny ball of grey-black fur, its eyes still closed… “Go on,” Robb told him. “You can touch him.”
Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, “Here you go.” His half brother put a second pup into his arms. “There are five of them.”
“Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years,” muttered Hullen, the master of horse. “I like it not.”
“It is a sign,” Jory said.
Father frowned. “This is only a dead animal, Jory,” he said… “Do we know what killed her?”
“There’s something in the throat,” Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked. “There, just under the jaw.”
His father knelt and groped under the beast’s head with his hand. He gave a yank and held it up for all to see. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.
A sudden silence descended over the party… Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand.
His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow. “I’m surprised she lived long enough to whelp,” he said…
“Maybe she didn’t,” Jory said. “I’ve heard tales… maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came.”
…“No matter,” said Hullen. “They be dead soon enough too.”
Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay.
“The sooner the better,” Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword.
“Give the beast here, Bran.”
…“No!” Bran cried out fiercely. “It’s mine.”
“Put away your sword, Greyjoy,” Robb said. For a moment he sounded as commanding as their father, like the lord he would someday be. “We will keep these pups.”
“You cannot do that, boy,” said Harwin, who was Hullen’s son.
“It be a mercy to kill them,” Hullen said.
Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. “Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation.”
“No!” He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father.
Robb resisted stubbornly. “Ser Rodrik’s red bitch whelped again last week,” he said. “It was a small litter only two live pups. She’ll have milk enough.”
“She’ll rip them apart when they try to nurse.”
“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”
“What of it, Jon?”
“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon?” he asked softly.
“The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark,” Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father.”
Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully. Robb rushed into the silence he left. “I will nurse him myself, Father,” he promised. “I will soak a towel with warm milk, and give him suck from that.”
“Me too!” Bran echoed.
The lord weighed his sons long and carefully with his eyes. “Easy to say, and harder to do. I will not have you wasting the servants’ time with this. If you want these pups, you will feed them yourselves. Is that understood?”
Bran nodded eagerly…
“You must train them as well,” their father said. “You must train them. The kennelmaster will have nothing to do with these monsters, I promise you that. And the gods help you if you neglect them, or brutalize them, or train them badly. These are not dogs to beg for treats and slink off at a kick. A direwolf will rip a man’s arm off his shoulder as easily as a dog will kill a rat. Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, Father,” Bran said.
“Yes,” Robb agreed.
“Keep them, then. Jory, Desmond, gather up the other pups. It’s time we were back to Winterfell.”
…Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.
“What is it, Jon?” their lord father asked.
“Can’t you hear it?”
“There,” Jon said… “He must have crawled away from the others.”
“Or been driven away, their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.
"An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”
Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”
- George R.R. Martin, Bran I, A Game of Thrones
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