#A song of ice and fire | verse

[swimmingferret]

⚡ A commission by @panicawa of Empress Daenerys from my fic The Stormborn and the Stormbringer! ⚡

[kentstoji]

yandere rhaegar targaryen who grew up shrouded in a blanket of melancholy, akin to the trauma from the great fire of summerhall, a tragedy that marked his birth. his mind remained consistently immersed in fantasy clouds. an attempt to distance himself from the demons haunting house targaryen.

he developed an appreciation for songs and literature. and so, the prophecies were presented to him.

his imaginative mind created scenarios based on the words that led aegon iv to perdition. and when he met you — the only daughter of jon arryn that come of age without succumbing to illness — his obsession with completing the song of ice and fire intensified.

you, on the other hand, only harbored the ambition to take care of your father and ensure the stability of house arryn.

[violet-moonstone]

i know that of all the worldbuilding spin off writing, this is probably the least profitable for authors to delve into, but i am super intrigued by fictional/fantasy religions and i would 100% buy worldbuilding books that are only about theology and religious practices (and religious architecture!)

the first things that comes to mind for me are the religions in ASOIAF, The Wicked Years, the Silt Verses, and The Story Must Be Told.

i want to read the seven-pointed-star! give me hymns to the drowned god! i need a lurlinist epic and a treatise on unionist doctrine!! I want to hold the actual siltverses and read an essay about the nature of The Story.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

the category is weird traumatized codependent homicidal brothers with dead dads, mommy issues, eyepatches, violent permanent injuries inflicted by the little brother on the older one, acts of incredible mass destruction, and more sexual tension than you could imagine in your wildest nightmares.

[straynoahide]

Karliene - Song of the Seven (english and spanish subs)

The Father's face is stern and strong, he sits and judges right from wrong. He weighs our lives, the short and long, and loves the little children.

The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife. Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children.

The Warrior stands before the foe, protecting us where e'er we go. With sword and shield and spear and bow, he guards the little children.

The Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold. She lifts her lamp of shining gold to lead the little children.

The Smith, he labors day and night, to put the world of men to right. With hammer, plow, and fire bright, he builds for little children.

The Maiden dances through the sky, she lives in every lover's sigh. Her smiles teach the birds to fly, and gives dreams to little children.

The Seven Gods who made us all, are listening if we should call. So close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children. Just close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children.

[crazyaboutto]

This man is determined to write anything but Winds of Winter and a Dream of Spring 😩😫

[hewantshisbrideback]

Nobody can definitively say the means which lead to the tragic ends of two such beloved public figures. Nobody can name what it was that brought the last Targaryen heir to the throne and the only daughter of House Stark together in the first place. No one knows exactly what happened, not in truth, but people can speculate. And speculate, they do.

A SONG OF INTERVIEWS AND FAKE NEWS: Retrospectives on Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark

[graunblida]

sapphic pining 101 // accepting @wolvesballad sent: keep talking like that and i might end up in your arms.

it's the wine talking. it has to be. and the meade, lexa realizes, looking down at the drinking horn in her grasp. how many times had it been filled since they sought company by the fire together? neither would be so casual, so open without a little bit of liquid courage to chip away at fortified walls. the alcohol is also to blame for lexa's flirtatious mannerisms starting up again. sansa seems to be welcoming the banter, which is a stark ( no pun intended ) contrast from how she might have reacted at an early date.

" would that be such a bad thing? " she dares to ask. VULNERABILITY is not a feeling the warrior enjoys nor is accustomed to. but here with sansa, she isn't afraid of getting too close. quite literally. she's near enough to count the freckles on rose tinted cheeks. the brunette has an inkling they may grow even closer before the night is over.

[tymptir]

@king7doms says "But you want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape." / jaime @ cersei

" YES . " A HISS AND THE EMPTY CUP COMES DOWN UPON THE TABLE WITH A CLANG ; eyes the colour of wildfire boring into her brother standing before her , blazing with a smouldering glow that promises nothing good . how she wishes to take the cup and rake it down that face that is so very like her own , screaming her rage into the void that would be left . " yes , I wanted you ! you were inside me ! you tasted me ! and then you left me ! "

it shatters her heart all over . shatters her dreams , her concept of reality , all she encompasses and resides over . his place was by her side . always . and yet he had abandoned her for months . disappeared into nothing but a faint memory to do . . . what ? keep her warm at night ? as if he'd ever done that before . " you left me ! and now you return half the man you were before and I am to wonder what I have waited for ! my one - handed knight in shining armour ! " and she throws the cup at him , burning with rage and fear and jealousy .

[azmenka]

@loreforged says ❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ / theon

THE MOVEMENT IS QUICK AS A WHIP AND HURTS JUST AS BAD ; Maron's hand closing around the back of Theon's neck , fingers digging into the sensitive skin , holding him by the scruff like one would a dog . he pulls him closer , a force as old as time and one unique to the strength an older brother has over the younger one . and something burns in his eyes when he glares at Theon , close , so very close nobody else in the courts of the Great Keep would hear the low hiss that follows . " don't you ever cite Stark words to me . " the grip around his neck is one of steel and iron indeed . the way it's been bred into Maron . the way it lacks in Theon .

" you're not in the North anymore . down here the one who holds a sword will swing it and we've been swinging at wolves for centuries . " a threat ? a warning ? knowing Maron ( remembering a version of him that is overshadowed by childhood fears , no doubt ) it could be both . " always remember that . after all , you've just come back home . " a smile appears on his lips then , not quite reaching his eyes . and the hand lets go , slowly , suddenly gentle in a deceptive way . " and I wouldn't want anything to happen to my little brother now , would I ? "

[gay-edwardian]

Performances below the cut because I know that practically nobody's heard her sing most of these

[kentstoji]

I like to believe (as does a large portion of the fandom) that Robert only had that "love" for Lyanna because she was a female version of Ned. With that in mind (and considering that Jon Arryn was the most important male figure in Ned's life), how would Robert behave himself with a daughter of Jon Arryn?

So yes! This is the return of Jon Arryn's daughter on this blog. I already mentioned that Rhaegar would be obsessed with her, merely motivated by the idea of ​​completing a prophecy.

I think Robert would see her as his first love. And perhaps, his last because she has a tendency to keep him in line.

She, despite having a sense of honor, would not be afraid to expose her claws and a sharp tongue, "So, you got a woman pregnant? You're lucky I won't make you marry her."

However, she forced him to take care of Mya.

"Don't be an cretin, Robert" Her eyes flickered with clear menace. "Go visit the girl and see if her mother will need anything."

(Jon learned that the best thing he could do was let his heiress rule. Otherwise, he himself was the target of severe criticism.)

And with that, we have Rhaegar Targaryen. Heir of the Seven Kingdoms, creating expectations and being miserably frustrated when he realized that the pleasant maiden of his delusions was a rigid and calculating woman.

[thedeadthree]

AS COMFORTABLE IN RINGMAIL AS IN SILK. — VALAENYA TARGARYEN; A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.

TEMPLATE I by @unholymilf | TEMPLATE II | ICON

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

simultaneously being interested in life is strange 2, a relatively small fandom where everyone is relatively happy with the canon material, and house of the dragon, a large and bustling fandom where everyone fucking hates the canon material, is a jarring experience.

[thementat]

@khalesci   is   said   to   be   his   one   hope   to   inherit   back   what   was   stolen   from   his   family.   his   father's   memory,   erased   and   burned   by   those   in   qarth   and   he   demands   justice.   no,   revenge.   upon   the   highs   of   mereen,   even   her   dragons   locked   away   seem   to   react   to   his   presence,   as   he   enters   with   his   mother   following   suit   and   the   few   loyal   fremen   of   the   red   sea.   paul   smiles,   amused   almost   at   the   long   titles   given   to   her   as   they   introduce   her.   queen   of   the   seven   kingdoms   but   she   is   far   from   those   shores,   is   she   not?   if   he   gets   qarth   back,   the   kingdom   of   atreides   can   offer   her   what   she   needs,   and   her   mother's   order   and   knowledge,   wise   for   the   queen   to   take.   he   sees   her   visions,   and   her   lack   of   understanding.   one   of   her   advisors   wants   to   interrupt   him,   he   needs   no   one   but   himself   to   introduce   himself   and   he   speaks   loud,   the   right   pitch   for   the   voice.  

"I   have   not   yet   spoken.   be   quiet."   the   echoes   of   voices   causes   a   tremor   and   then   paul   looks   back   at   the   dragon   queen.   "i'm   duke   paul   atreides,   son   of   leto   atreides   of   qarth,   the   last   of   my   house,   betrayed   by   the   factions   of   qarth   who   wished   my   death   and   my   mother's,   and   her   unborn   child."   his   sister,   per   his   visions.   he   is   doing   this   for   her.   "future   emperor   of   the   atreides   empire."   the   messiah   of   the   fremen   adds   his   mother   to   his   side   and   those   fremen   agree   behind   her,   and   kneel.

  "I   offer   you   wisdom   you   need,   your   grace.   my   mother   was   born   in   asshai   and   since   birth,   i   trained   in   the   house   of   the   undying.   you   have   the   sight   but   lack   the   training   to   understand   what   you   see."   great   power,if   wielded   powerfully.   "knowledge   of   dragons   and   valyria   and   the   dragons   above   you   had   locked   away.   all   I   ask,   is   you   aid   me   take   qarth   back   from   the   faction   to   it's   rightful   hands.   my   hands."

[everythingheard]

Katherine ( @malka-lisitsa ) ▌sent 64 for a starter.

"You're not Elena." The subtle expression which etched itself across Enzo's visage revealed, under no uncertain terms, that he was pleased by that fact. Briefly, his dark eyes looked up at the ceiling, then back to the brunette's face. "So, you must be Katherine, then." Interesting. With a short gesture to himself, he continued, "Lorenzo, but my friends call me Enzo. Wait, scratch that. I should say friend, singular. The rest are dead." A humorless grin flickered along Enzo's lips. "But Damon's proving a bit of a bore. Won't help me with the fact Aaron Whitmore's still alive since he's trying to be ' good ' for Elena." It might be amusing to wait and see how long that lasted. "Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll be able to remain amiable if anyone starts throwing the word forgiveness around, either." Drumming his fingers against his arm, he tacked on, "Forgiveness — the taste all but poisons my mouth."