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Ser Jaime Lannister

“The Kingslayer” vs. “Goldenhand the Just”

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bloodraven at the redgrass field

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I don’t like being referred to as a boy

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no we skipped over this a little too quickly what do you mean "her knife"? her knife that sansa keeps on her bedside table?? knife???

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old marg & sansa sketch 💐

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Sansa and Lady by haniutek

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Vincent van Gogh, Wheat Fields after the Rain, 1890, oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh, PA

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i dreamed of you

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fly away, little bird

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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

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Sandor Clegane versus Beric Dondarrion, by Jonathan Burton, for The Folio Society’s illustrated collector’s edition of A Storm of Swords

“Light your flame among us, R’hllor,” said the red priest. “Show us the truth or falseness of this man. Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom.” “For the night is dark,” the others chanted, Harwin and Anguy loud as all the rest, “and full of terrors.” “This cave is dark too,” said the Hound, “but I’m the terror here. I hope your god’s a sweet one, Dondarrion. You’re going to meet him shortly.” Unsmiling, Lord Beric laid the edge of his longsword against the palm of his left hand, and drew it slowly down. Blood ran dark from the gash he made, and washed over the steel. And then the sword took fire. Arya heard Gendry whisper a prayer. “Burn in seven hells,” the Hound cursed. “You, and Thoros too.” He threw a glance at the red priest. “When I’m done with him you’ll be next, Myr.” “Every word you say proclaims your guilt, dog,” answered Thoros, while Lem and Greenbeard and Jack-Be-Lucky shouted threats and curses. Lord Beric himself waited silent, calm as still water, his shield on his left arm and his sword burning in his right hand. Kill him, Arya thought, please, you have to kill him. Lit from below, his face was a death mask, his missing eye a red and angry wound. The sword was aflame from point to crossguard, but Dondarrion seemed not to feel the heat. He stood so still he might have been carved of stone. But when the Hound charged him, he moved fast enough. The flaming sword leapt up to meet the cold one, long streamers of fire trailing in its wake like the ribbons the Hound had spoken of. Steel rang on steel. No sooner was his first slash blocked than Clegane made another, but this time Lord Beric’s shield got in the way, and wood chips flew from the force of the blow. Hard and fast the cuts came, from low and high, from right and left, and each one Dondarrion blocked. The flames swirled about his sword and left red and yellow ghosts to mark its passage. Each move Lord Beric made fanned them and made them burn the brighter, until it seemed as though the lightning lord stood within a cage of fire. “Is it wildfire?” Arya asked Gendry. “No. This is different. This is…” “…magic?” –A Storm of Swords, Arya VI

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Stark Family: Ladies by IrenHorrors

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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩."

"𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴?"

"𝘕𝘰. 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳."

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God is this anything

Also sorry this looks like ass i havent drawn anything in months

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'The Beauty and the Beast' illustrated by Angela Barrett.

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the existence of "maybe", "perhaps", "perchance", and "mayhaps" suggests there should also be "maychance" and "perbe"

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Catelyn in Tully attire!