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—a memory of wind, by rachel swirsky

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— Juansen Dizon

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"No, Clegane scares people because his face does it anyway. You scare people for fun." She says it with the certainty of someone who's already made up their mind. She's paid attention to Ser Jaime since Winterfell, he wasn't as interesting as his brother but he was even more famous. She knew the moniker kingslayer was meant as an insult but she couldn't agree. Perhaps if the king had been a different one she would but after everything Aerys had done she had been of the opinion that Jaime Lannister should be considered a hero. Of course meeting him had changed that. The longer she had been around the Lannisters and seen how they talked to and treated people the less she thought of them.

Cersei was undoubtedly a witch though she couldn't imagine any woman being happy married to that man. Jaime for all his charm was no better. He was cruel and mocking and flippant. He made people feel small and reminded them of his skill with a sword as if that was an answer to everything. It nags at her. How someone could have sense when he was a youth and then become so hollow and petty as an adult as beyond her. "You scare people, I know you're not blind or stupid enough to not see it."

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" SCARE PEOPLE ? " DARK GOLDEN BROWS ARCH ABOVE EMERALD GREEN EYES ; the look of surprise on Jaime's face half mockery , half genuine amusement it seems . with the helmet recently removed , the tousled golden hair undermines the air of princely beauty even more than usual - and unless one had come to know the Kingslayer a little better , nothing about him seems particularly scary in this moment . she ( whoever she was ) most definitely does not know him better . especially not since he can hardly place a name to the face , other than Stark . one of the half dozen or so that have recently invaded the city thanks to a drunken oaf calling himself king .

" surely you must mistake me for one of the Cleganes . though , admittedly , I can hardly see how that's possible . " he flashes her a wolvish smile , charming in an infuriating way , and turns to finally leave his post by the king's chambers after hours of listening to his debauchery . again . a subtle feeling settles in his gut . the notion that she would follow him down the hallway for a while , until she found something better to do . . .

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Mikey Madison by Keith Oshiro

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She bites his shoulder playfully in retaliation for his little comment before playing at being mollified by the kiss and laying one of her own on his jaw. "I was not vicious, I was perfectly reasonable. Growing a little person is hard, tiring work you know." Hard work that was made lighter by having him there to be her rock and help her through it. She would always regret her foolishness in not telling Maron about Torrhen. That first pregnancy had been a lonely and scared one and she regretted denying him the chance to be there for whatever part of it he could've come for. She did not like being pregnant much, she became too aware of her physical limitations in that state and it only made her fears over attacks and safety worse. Maron she knew would always keep them safe, she could enjoy looking forward to the rewards of her suffering with him by her side.

Her reward this time was the sweet girl in his arms and she could not be happier. His delight at a daughter was simply icing. She reaches over and smooths her dark hair gently. She is so precious it makes Lyarra want to weep. She never thought she'd want this or have a chance to have it when she did. Now here they were.

"She does... I'd been thinking about it but I could never settle on any ideas liked. Have you come up with anything?" She certainly hopes he does, she hasn't liked a single thing she's come up with and they can't call "sweet babe" her whole life.

AND PERFECT SHE IS INDEED ; a black crown of hair already upon her head , and a strong grip around his index finger , she has the wilderness in her the same way her brothers do . and while there has never been a lack of love between Maron and his sons ( on the contrary , his chest swelled with nothing but love ) something special , perhaps , bloomed right here and now . an exchange of a silent promise ; to lay the world down at this little girl's feet and protect her forever . whatever her wishes and endeavours , she would always find support with him . . .

" I wasn't upset . " he glances at Lyarra , just a touch of smugness mixed into the love he holds for her , too , and an all too familiar grin settles in the corners of his lips , when he looks at his daughter again , slightly moving the finger she's still holding on to . " that is because your father wasn't allowed to have any emotions while your mother was pregnant , because she was vicious then and would have ripped his head off . that's right , isn't it ? " a light gurgle is the reply and he considers it agreement - grin widening a little , before he presses a semi - apologetic kiss to Lyarra's hair .

" you know she still needs a name . . . " a gentle reminder to the one thing they so far hadn't talked about . the boys , granted , had been easier . Torrhen had been Lyarra's choice and hers only , and Vickon had come swiftly , too . gifting a girl a strong name , however , feels a little more difficult . a little more daunting , perhaps .

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Nghiem Tran, from "Asking My Mother about Her Childhood"

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Clegane is always a menacing sight, one she's a bit envious of if she's honest. She would not be put aside so easily if she had his size and strength. She would not be trapped in this situation at all if they were switched, had she'd been a man she likely would've been left in Winterfell or been allowed to join the Watch with Jon. She does not want to be here in this miserable place with these odious people. And it's too fucking hot.

She hadn't intended to say it out loud but her anger at everything was mounting and she had spoken. Least it was Clegane who heard, she thought, he cares too little about all this shit to pass it on.

"Oh you're right. No man in his right mind would be scared to see me on the battlefield, but there are other ways to instill fear. And those same men aren't so brave when they're alone in their beds." Perhaps it's saying a bit too much, perhaps she should've found some flaccid response and weaseled her way out. For now she didn't care, it could an anxiety for Tomorrow's Lyarra.

@caointeag ⊹ ❝ Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear. ❞ / lyarra & sandor

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇. of humans who aren't so human. of the old and primal magic that ruins through the veins of old blood. blood such as hers , even. it's all just tales with nothing but words to back them up. he'll believe it when he sees it.

sandor briefly wonders who a girl such as her would want to frighten , anyway. a few figures , he considers. all too LARGE for her own sake. not that it is stopping him. ❝ you? ❞ he scoffs , low and gritty. ❝ something to fear? ❞ he nods. raises an eyebrow. lips curl up into a smirk. ❝ aye , they'll be afraid , girl. afraid of laughing so hard they piss their breeches when you come challenging them to a fight. ❞

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ive been thinking about "there must always be a stark in winterfell" as a threat... i love the theory that the starks had some hand in the others, i LOVE the theory that the starks MADE the others in order to become the kings of winter. i think the idea of winterfell as a prison is so fun the idea that the starks MUST stay there as divine punishment for their choices. "if you leave, you will die, you will stay here forever". it's so antithetical to everything the starks and winterfell mean to the characters and i think that's fun! winterfell is so warm and loving and the castle that feels most like a true home for its inhabitants, the one LEAST like a prison. but its got that ominous crypt of corpses beneath it...

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She smiles fondly, resting her forehead against his, their breathes mingling, her lip stinging and blood staining her teeth. He's still such a boy, so like all the ones she grew up with. Thinking more with his cock than his head, staking his claim at the slightest provocation. He was the one who so graciously arranged for her lessons and now here he was riled up over it. She hums, hands in his hair shifting to frame his face. She strokes his cheek with her thumb and places a gentle peck on his lips, simply because she can.

She had not anticipated their relationship traveling in this direction, they had both been so against the arrangement at first but she had no complaints about Aemond. He was a man she could see herself with for the rest of her life, perhaps because he had become her friend first before they developed into this. She would choose him properly if she could, would do that over and over at every opportunity. There was such comfort being in him, her dear, fierce Aemond. He worked so hard to be dutiful, even when it chaffed him. Dragons where like direwolves, they were not made to be confined.

"So I take it Ser Westerling will be my teacher? Or will you perhaps take up the mantle?" She breaks into a wolfish grin, bloody and taunting. " If that's your plan we won't be able to have lessons in the yard if this is how you respond."

She's playing with fire she knows, once thing became romantic they started to escalate and change rapidly. She had seen his desire mounting in his eyes over the past months and was sure even if she maintained more composure something similar was clear in her eyes. They were barreling to finally consummating this marriage and sealing off all exits from it. She was glad for it even as the circumstances chaffed her. There should be no fingerprints on their union but their own, the fact there was galled her.

She wouldn't give up her Aemond over it. Not ever. To be without his warmth, his mind, his unrelenting drive would destroy her. She nuzzles his nose with hers, kisses him again as she presses herself closer, seeking to chase away her grim thoughts by surrounding herself in him. Her gorgeous boy, her sweet dragon.

Such new emotions these were.  Not new in the sense that Aemond had never experienced jealousy before, or anger, but new in that they were in relation to her.  Lyarra.  She had been his wife for far longer than he had been … driven mad by her.  Because that’s all this could possibly be; a madness, a possession, taking over him.  Making his pulse race, drowning out all other sound until it was as if he were under water, watching from a distance as Criston Cole adjusted her positioning, raising her arm, a light touch to her elbow, and it was fine.  Normal, even.  Aemond would have made the same adjustments.  And Criston Cole had never been a threat before.  Not in this sense.  But lately, all Aemond could think about was her.  She was in his dreams, his nightmares, every waking thought seemed to come back to her in some capacity.  Aemond feared he was losing himself in this swell of feeling.  Lyarra had burrowed under his skin, into his organs, and one day, she would slither into his veins and become the very blood that kept his heart beating.  

As soon as Lyarra had broken away from the training grounds, Aemond had made his way along the yards, until he could follow her into the armoury.  The door fell shut with a heavy thud behind them.  Aemond was mindful to slide the lock in.  He turned towards his wife.  Found her gaze across the small room, and oh, dark eyes heated, a summer storm in all its veracity.  Smile like lightning, dangerous, a promise.  Aemond wanted to consume it.  Her.  Lick at her teeth, drink down her spit until this thirst was quenched.  His hunger satiated. 

He swore he had never moved so swiftly in all his life, not even when he was being claimed by his grandmother-dragon.  Fingers curling around the back of her neck, tangling into the thick black locks, tugging, so her chin lifts into the air and he can take her mouth with his.  Lips as pink as flower petals, and Aemond bit into their softness, blood flooding his mouth, and he swallowed it gratefully, eagerly.  Licking into her, nails digging into pale flesh.  He takes a breath, her own into his lungs, hisses with what little coherency he can manage, “He won’t touch you again,”  Not so much a threat as a command.  An unreasonable demand, but Aemond was falling beyond the grasps of logic. 

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versions of her story where robb/jon are like, around and serious about maintaining their place as king in the north (ex. jon doesn't abdicate/guns for the iron throne instead) are so funny to me bc the likelihood that she and maron are properly married to solidify the political alliance go up which also means the likelihood she has to live on pyke and her live on an island in that castle is like trying to dump a cat in a bath and i think it's just really really funny.

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updated my rules/directory page! it's not perfect but i added the content warning i use on aemond and aenaella's rules bc i realized how old and specific on the elryses the old one was which no longer makes sense. also i didn't have my newer blogs linked etc etc.

it's all basically the same + that content/dead dove warning and some added links

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aemond and lyarra in her hotd verse

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you’re drunk, both of you.

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DETAILS ABOUT OCS !

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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i love what i've chosen to do with lyarra in her modern verse bc i'm watching abby cox talk about bathing in the 1700s while sitting in her bathtub cosplaying as louis xiv and i'm like "yeah this is her. this is what she does with her spare time."

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aspects of northern religion/magic/belief im cooking with atm:

magical protective runestone/monoliths

animism

Funeral pyres vs crypts

urns, ash/bone preservation, ossuaries

necromancy

scrying

human sacrifice

Focus on plants/nature

druidism kinda

skinchanging

musical magic

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“ She sheathed her sword, took off her gloves, and fumbled with her bell-bandolier, cold fingers counting the BELLS. ❝ RANNA, ❞ she said aloud, touching the first, the smallest bell. Ranna the SLEEPBRINGER, the sweet, low sound that brought silence in its wake. ❝ MOSRAEL. ❞ The second bell, a harsh, rowdy bell. Mosrael was the WAKER, the bell Sabriel should never use, the bell whose sound was a seesaw, throwing the ringer FURTHER into Death, as it brought the listener into LIFE. ❝ KIBETH. ❞ Kibeth, the WALKER. A bell of several sounds, a difficult and contrary bell. It could give freedom of movement to one of the Dead, or walk them through the next gate. Many a necromancer had stumbled with Kibeth and walked where they would not. ❝ DYRIM. ❞ A musical bell, of clear and pretty tone. Dyrim was the VOICE that the Dead so often lost. But Dyrim could also STILL a tongue that moved too freely. ❝ BELGAER. ❞ Another tricksome bell, that sought to ring of its own accord. Belgaer was the THINKING bell, the bell most necromancers SCORNED TO USE. It could restore independent thought, memory and all the patterns of a living person. Or, slipping in a careless hand, ERASE THEM. ❝ SARANETH. ❞ The deepest, lowest bell. The sound of strength. Saraneth was the BINDER, the bell that SHACKLED the Dead to the wielder’s will. And last, the largest bell, the one Sabriel’s cold fingers found colder still, even in the leather case that kept it silent. ❝ ASTARAEL, the Sorrowful, ❞ whispered Sabriel. Astarael was the BANISHER, the final bell. Properly rung, it cast everyone who heard it far into DEATH. Everyone, including the ringer. Sabriel’s hand hovered, touched on Ranna, and then settled on Saraneth. Carefully, she undid the strap and withdrew the bell. Its clapper, freed of the mask, rang slightly, like the growl of a waking bear. ”

                                        — Old Kingdom 01: Sabriel.