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I think part of the inherent comedy of AFFC is Jaime starting to see Cersei as his sibling again…. like not his sister-lover but his sibling who says and does things that annoy him and keeps trying to boss him around and who he’s bickering with in front of their uncle…. he’s been thinking of her as first and foremost a lover for years, and ‘sister’ as synonymous w that, but now he’s back and the romance is falling apart and he realises oh shit yeah siblings are fucking annoying

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what do you think sandor's unnamed sister?.

If she lives , which house she can marry?

okay so I ended up writing a whole like character sheet about the sister Clegane. But then I erased it bc I got nervous.

anyway I'll give you the shorthand

I think if Sister Clegane survived, she would run away from the home the same time Sandor did. I think to protect her, Sandor would take her under his wing--a sort of unofficial squire type position. I don't think she would be very ladylike, per se, having grown up in such a rough household where she would be forced to fight back, and with the violence expected of both her and Sandor due to Gregor's public image.

if she found a husband to look past her public image, and the gossip about her house and her person, she would have to marry equivalent or down from her station. House Clegane aren't highborn by any means, they're equivalent to gentry as Landed Knights. She could be able to marry among the likes of houses Templeton, Dayne, Dalt, or even Connington.

Also have some art because i got all in my head about Sandor being a big brother mentoring his sister and like. them fighting with each other as warriors n shit. ;-;

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“If the gods were kinder… would you wed me instead?”

Laena and Rhaenyra discussing Laena’s betrothal to the Braavosi sealord’s son and Nyra’s to Laenor :( I VOWED to make 2025 my year and I AM TRYINGGGGGG (literally crashed out multiple times doing multiple drawings) please save me…

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currently re-reading harry potter and the sorcerers stone again, and oh my god the movies do neville SO dirty. like that boy is as brave as he can be and is leaning on his friends for support he also does soo much more in the book with the golden trio. if anything it could be the golden four. i hate this neville longbottome eraser we got going on give my sweet boy some props being brave enough to sneak out of bed to warn harry and hermonie?? my baby boy you have always been brave.

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"Fire and Blood" characters + quotes

Alysanne Targaryen

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our forty-second art piece is…

rhaenyra and harwin by @didoleonina requested by ghoulishbook

if you’d like a comm of your own drawn by a random artist on our team, donate 15 CAD or more to Siraj’s campaign and send us the receipt!

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Jacaerys Velaryon "Pretty brown eyes, and a mind full of thoughts."

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Asoiaf characters + quotes

Lyanna Stark

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I think the implications of Haymitches birthday being the same day as reaping day could play as a great catalyst for his alcoholism later in life. Of course the trauma of the games and losing his entire family and beloved girlfriend definitely pushed him but, the fact for 15 years his birthday was a day he couldn’t celebrate because of others death, it became something he couldn’t not celebrate because of his own hand in leading other to there death, on his birthday. Haymitch at 17 leading 2 kids his age possibly younger to there death for 23 straight years. The day in which he entered the world marked by blood for almost his entire existence, and at one point what he thought would be his entire life. Drinking became a way to push those feelings out of his mind and make him less detached from people and in all likelihood himself. His birthday his reaping day, the day he was brought into the world is marked with an incredible darkness, the mark of death for 47 children a year. My poor poor boy.

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A Warmer Winter

For the introduction to this fan fiction please click the link bellow

Content Warning for this chapter: Cursing, Yearning

Word Count for the Chapter: 1,022

Chapter 1; The Winding Winds

The winds are beginning to change as the winter air begins to blow south. The leaves of the trees swirling in the wind, littering the grounds of the Red Keep. The trees are changing to an assortment of reds, greens, and golden colors.  As the leaves began to fall down upon the red mud, beautiful leaves mixed with the red dirt and dust leaving them scattered and stomped on. It's almost an omen for what's to come, the fall is near. 

The window is open, that is the way she likes it, so she may see what is going on down below when she is kept to her chambers for breaking protocol once again. As the oldest surviving child of King Aegon the Third, and his Queen, the Lady Daenaera Velaryon, she knows she should hold herself to a higher standard, but she could care less, she craves to be free. 

Feeling the cool breeze pressed against her skin she began to wonder. She began to stare out the window, while looking down she gave personalities and lives to the people walking below, the freedoms they have that she cannot even imagine and sadly may never truly get. 

She imagines the men and young boys below are headed to the local travel after a long day to drink and dance and whore around. The young women and girls she imagines are on their way some to go home to the husband and family they chose the life they wanted, others to go prowl the streets in need of something, whether that is gold, love, or even just longing she cannot say for certain. The only thing she can truly say for certain is they have what she never will. As she drifts further into the land inside her mind, a knock comes at the door.

The guard clears his voice as he begins to speak “My Princess, The king, your father, requests I escort you to the Tower of the Hand, you are needed for today's Small Council meeting. His request is urgent.”

As she opens the door ready to be escorted by the ever dutiful Ser Steffon Darklyn, one of  the few men left in the Guard after the death of her grandmother, Queen Rhaenyra. To her shocking surprise it is no other but her cousin, Ser Aemon Targaryen, Son of her Uncle Viserys II the last brother alive to her Father. She takes hold of his arm, dragging her cousin into her room and running her fingers across the dragon embedded in his armour lingering on his bicep. 

“Dear cousin, what have I told you, I am Daena to you. None of this 'My Princess' shit.” She says as a smile curls around her lips, and a mocking tone arising from her lips.

 “As you wish, Lady Daena.” Aemon chuckles back. Annoying his older cousin has become quite the pastime of his during his last six months in the kingsguard. Some tried to argue with him, as the oldest living male heir in his generation, he shouldn’t take the vows. However, he learned from the dance, and more importantly he knew his cousin, she would take what is hers with fire and blood, and he would never stand in her way.

“Now you listen here you little-” Daena was about to finish what she was saying, but as she dropped her cousin's arm, and the words began to reach her lips a wind so strong and so cold it felt of ice blew into the room, the wooden shutters began to move, hitting the stone wall and bouncing back shut with an enormous smack. 

Though she would not let it show, the sudden wind had frightened her. She has never seen a winter yet, nor has her cousin. She of course had heard the tales of winter's past, of the small folk freezing and starving in their homes, of the winter chills taking the old and sick. . Though she had always been a rebellious girl, she was prone to lapses of illness and weakness, with the winter snows, she feared she may not see spring. Not liking the cold quiet that's begging to fall upon them she hisses out, 

“Oh nevermind, just take me to the tower so I can ‘meet with the council’.” The tone in her voice mocking the sentiment that she's going to “meet” with them. In her mind she knows she's just going to be punished for her latest break in protocol. As she spoke, goosebumps began to form and stretch up her arms and legs from the cold air that began to circle the room. She gives a short shake to try and reestablish herself as the immovable force she is known as. 

Aemon took hold of a robe that was hanging near the corner of her dresser, an elegant red and black robe embroidered  with a dragon made from the finest pearls. Wrapping her up in the robe he chuckles, “I guess the Starks are right after all, Winter is coming. Now come dear cousin, we don’t want to leave our fathers waiting!” Off they went to the Tower of the Hand, arm in arm. 

As they made their way out of her chamber and over to the tower, she could not help but notice how handsome her young cousin had grown. It's true they grew up together, but she really never looked at him. 

His deep purple eyes and white silver hair, strong jawline and even stronger arms, she finds herself wishing he had never taken those vows so they might be wed as their family did. She chatted with him over silly things like the latest plays, or perhaps a rumor Mushroom, the Court Jester that made them laugh. 

The more they began to walk, thoughts of him bounced around in her mind, watching how his face twists and turns at every laugh and smile, and how truly beautiful she finds it. She looked at him with a deep longing and a wish that she could break him from his vows. However, she knows this can only be done by death itself.

if you like this fan fiction start and would like to be tagged in more posts as they come please leave a comment or DM me. Special shout out to @nocturnaloctopus for giving me the balls to post and @daemonsflame for helping me edit and make grammar better!

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A Warmer Winter

Introduction

We are in a strange time for the realm, for the dance of dragons has just come to its ever so bloody ending and a new relative peace has come over the realm as a whole, even Dorne. In this time the young broken king is kept alive just a bit longer, long enough to change the course of Westeros and the Targaryen Dynasty as a whole. Perhaps it is finally time to take Dorne, but not by blood, perhaps by love and daughters. We all know the King Aegon III has one after all, and the Martell King has a son he's been dying to see wed before his time is over. However, it's never that easy, and never that quick, one mis-step by any party could plunge the realm into despair beyond imagination. The small counsel has come to an uneasy realization, they must put their trust in Daena the Defiant and hope she may come to heel for the sake of the realm, and the power she could hold if she can manage to behave. But what of love and lost chances? Will that be enough to persuade her into changing the course of her destiny? Will her mind truly overrule her own heart? Will the cold winds bring a winter she cannot survive? The whole kingdom is holding its breath to see what is made of this time.

Hey everyone! I've been writing a fan fiction lately and I plan to begin posting it here on tumbler, if you would like to be tagged in anytime I post please comment or DM me!

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oh dany your beautiful in every form

Dany w her short hair. Idk I abandoned this and I wanted to make it look presentable

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there is genuinely something so special about the hunger games with Suzanne adding in hunting. As someone born a woman who grew up poor in Appalachia hunting was and is still a large part of my life. it’s how i had meat to eat over winters as a child. Katniss still hunting in a world so destroying and so dystopia she still holds to the traditions of 100 years past hunting the same woods other girls did years before. learning what plants are safe to eat and actively going to look for them? another thing i and others in that area have done for millennia. her characterization is so real and so true to the poor Appalachian girls of today. in conclusion, she is the most real written example of poverty in appalachia country in recent years.

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ron weasley fan girl till i die

I have to come out and say I might be a Ron Weasley stan

Of course I like the Weasleys the fandom tends to hate

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this but then they end up fucking

There’s such a delicious enjoyment for me in scenes that are fights between two people that are so brutal because of how intimate their relationship is. They WILL bring up ancient history, they WILL stab you in all your weakest parts, and yeah most sexy of all, they WILL say things to each other they can never unsay. It’s fighting as an act of intimacy (derogatory). Evil sex scene. Nothing better

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