#Big L for them Wolf died

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More about nabatean!Lycaon, since I always miss his death anniversary -

Before being stabbed 23 times, Lycaon was alienating not the people - they loved him and cheered for him and all - but the Enbarr Senate.

and wanted to write a shitpost but then it became kind of sad

The Senate suggests they put a real military presence in the North, and deport their people around while they move “unlucky Enbarrians but not us” there to civilise some of them. Emperor Lycaon disagrees, his mom spared the families of the Elite and their followers, it’s not to lose their home.

They explain why they thought about this, they shall treat and consider the northerners as second rate citizens, for now, not to alienate the Enbarrians who fought and won against them? Some Adrestians died in the war, their families cannot accept that the ones who killed their husbands/fathers/sons/etc are still alive and living as if nothing happened! Afterwards they will become “regular” Adrestian citizens.

Lycaon of course refuses, why should they consider people second rate citizens ? And how can they say they live as if nothing happened, have they seen the state of the cities up north, ravaged by war?

“Everyone is Adrestian now, there is no need to war against fellow brothers!”

Which of course pisses his relatives is he giving more consideration to those northern barbarians than to his own kin?

Then some senators try to argue using what Willy did, “your esteemed Father displaced the inhabitants of Boramas around the newborn Empire, while it was being created, after invading them - if you let those people with their followers in their lands, they will obviously foment a rebellion!”

“They won’t rebel if we don’t give them any reason to!”

But faced with a wall - the Senate thinking the new Emperor is naïve (and wanting to get some ressources and maybe “free workers” from the North) - and Lycaon not understanding why everything isn’t alright now that Nemesis is dead.

Willy tries to tell him to be more patient, but Lycaon doesn’t want, people need help in the North right now - while mom is mopping up the remnants of the Elites - Willy insists, he cannot force people to help, it is something Enbarrians have to accept.

Lycaon nods and tries, again, to convince the Enbarr nobility/Senate, saying the people from the North are like them, they might have fought before, but now, the ones they must help are people who sing, eat, sleep, and live like they do, so instead of only bringing a military presence, they could instead bring roads, canals, baths, scholars, etc etc.

The final nail in the coffin that makes him disregard the curia completely is when one of his older brother goes “Emperor, those people aren’t like us. They are beasts and savages, they should be pacified and treated accordingly. After all, we are followers of the Divine Seiros, and she won against their hero, Nemesis. We won over them.”

And it pisses him - his mom’s church is the organisation trying to help all the non-soldiers and non-fighters and the ones who surrendered, his mom spared the children and families of the Elites, what “winning” means for them? Why are they distorting what she did and does to suit their own needs? - so he snaps “what do you mean you won? I don’t recall seeing you fighting out there, or even following Saint Seiros herself to support the ones who need help. To me, your lot never won anything, but I did, and I will decide what to do, whether you agree or not.”

Of course there were some cries of “Emperor this is no joke”, “are you bypassing the Senate’s approval?” “This institution was conserved by your Father!” etc etc - with the Hresvelgs being even more pissed thanks to their inferiority complex and being jealous, so they’re the first ones to suggest here and there that the new Emperor is a tyrant, etc etc.

Some of his friends try to reason him - sure those crusty people are idiots and never left Enbarr to see what was going on in the North - but he can’t really ignore them, can he? They are also part of the “people” he has to guide and protect! Maybe they have a point, after all, they managed to get the Empire running while they were away fighting, if their ideas sound ridiculous.

Lycaon returns for the next weekly session, and tries to convince them, again, of his plans “we can’t ask those people for reparation wheb they already lost everything!” but there’s always someone who gives a troll reply “why not make them the reparations? They can work for free as servants!” which angers him, and other trolls pop up saying kind of loudly “the Emperor spent too much time with those barbarians, his judgment is clouded”.

His friends - Gloucester’s third grandaughter twice removed and Lamine’s thirty second son - tell him not to give up, he’s also fighting for a sort of peace right now, even if it doesn’t involve swords and shields - but Lycaon thinks he never thought being an Emperor would be so complicated, and wants to ask his dad for advice and what he should do.

Seeing how the people of Enbarr seem to like him - for a reasons he doesn’t even understand - and his northerner “friends”, maybe the key to solve the issue is to make the Senate “like” northerners and his friends ? 

So he tries to rekindle with his family - but they resent him because he was appointed to be Emperor and it means they’re worthless now, he denies, they are still family and they can work together with him for Adrestia’s future, however he adds the wrong words “like my northerner friends!” and it’s a big no-no. 

They are not northerners, they are Hresvelgs, and they are worth more than barbarians! - Lycaon misses how he actually made things worse.

His oldest nephew comes up with a “plan TM” to make him realise good Enbarrians will never accept Northerners, and brings the textbook widow and orphans, who lost their husband/fathers to the war, due to Northeners.

“What are your Northerners allies going to do to repair their loss? Toil the land instead of the missing husband? Raise the child instead of the missing father?”

And Lycaon’s answer is some bullcrap like “then I will toil the land and raise the child myself, and if I cannot do it, I will allocate even more funds to the Church of Seiros to help everyone who lost someone during the War. And I’ll start with those cushions here, they are comfy, but they can be put to better use for people who need something to sleep on.”

So the “textbook widow and orphan” leave singing the Emperor’s praises (and the CoS!) but to the Senate he said the worst thing ever - allocating their money to support peons and those damn northeners? The Emperor isn’t thinking straight, and hasn’t been for a long time now, since he returned from the War (”maybe Emperor Lycaon isn’t as visionary as Emperor Wilhelm was”).

Lycaon knows he messed up - but still doesn’t realise why and how - so when he meets his Dad to talk about how he thinks he can never measure to him, Willy tries to reassure him he is already doing a great job and hey, he never had to do what he actually does.

Willy is serious for once, and tells him that now and back then are different, people aren’t fighting with swords but words, and it’s a better thing, at least no one dies because they disagree, right? 

Also, what Lycaon wants to bring is a definite change from the current order of things in Adrestia, it will take time, time to make people accept it, and time because exchanging and fighting with words is always longer and harder than talking with swords. But that’s the choice they made.

Lycaon feels a bit better - but still thinks he needs to change things faster, to make sure his parent’s efforts wasn’t in vain and also, because he really wants to make those people who praise him feel like they’re praising him for something else than being born.

Just before Willy’s departure - as the former Emperor he visits some places to check if everything is alright and if it is not he tries to ease Lycaon’s burden to the best of his abilities - for Boramas, Lycaon tells him his master plan to make the Senate admit Northeners are like them, and they should help each other instead of trying to push the other down,

“I’ll reveal the truth about me!”

Former Emperor Wilhelm refuses - Lycaon is a human blessed by the Goddess since he descends from Seiros, he cannot tell the world Nabateans exist  “Fodlan is not ready yet. We haven’t found the ones who helped Nemesis!”

But Lycaon is stubborn - and says he’s proud to be both human and nabatean - his birth means different people can live together, of course he won’t reveal anything about the “golden weapons”, but as the Emperor it is his duty to guide Fodlan, and he’ll show Fodlan that yes, northerners or Enbarrians, Nabateans or humans, everyone can live together and work together.

Wilhelm is still doubtful, but trusts him (that’d be the last time he sees him alive).

Lycaon tells his plan about the big reveal for the next Curia session to his Hresvelg family, because they are family and if he has been an ass before, maybe they can rekindle their relationship now - he actually signs his death warrant (that was already being written) : if Lycaon reveals he is not human, then even after his natural death (in centuries?), they will never get to inherit the throne because the throne would have to go to his “lizardspawns”, and their human line will just cease to exist! If they have some importance now, it’s because they are from Emperor Wilhelm’s family, but if Lycaon reveals the truth about his mother - then they will just be regular humans, compared to the Goddess’s direct line!

And so they plan for a surprise party, telling him the session starts earlier today because his niece wants to tell him something - and all Senators, even the non-Hresvelg ones who see him as a tyrant, participateù! They slaughter him, a Hresvelg even calling him a “degenerate beast spawn” - Lycaon dies cursing his relatives, while apologising to his parents for not being an Emperor able to guide Fodlan as they would have wanted.

(Thales who ran away from the northern operations after Epimenides was blasted to smithereens finds a rekindled hope, those human-beasts can turn against themselves, but also against Sothis’s kin on their own! Imagine what they could do with a little push, maybe Nemesis wasn’t just a one of a kind fool, and they can create another one?)

Lycaon’s assassination is spread all around Enbarr, and the perpetrators of course blame his retinue of Northerners - so they have to run away (with a Hresvelg in the oven?) and Willy picks up what’s left of his beloved son. 

After Seiros’s pathetic attempts (who ran from the place she was hunting Momo to Enbarr when she felt something was “wrong” with Lycaon) to hit him with the SoC to “wake him” up - they agree to call an end to the WoH - a pointless war for Willy because in the end no one can accept people who are different, and a pointless war for Rhea, because by wanting justice for her deceased family she wasn’t able to protect her living one.

Lycaon is entombed in the Holy Tomb - Wilhelm promises his descendants (especially the great grand daughter who offered sympathies and swore to avenge her uncle by eradicating those damn northeners) he won’t tell the truth to Seiros and they’re free to fuck off, but there will be payback one day and they should be prepared for it - and Rhea immediately works on building the Monastery and preparing a plan to resurrect Sothis (sure she will be scolded, but Cethleann, Lycaon, her siblings, and Cichol’s wife will return!).

[valveorangebox]

Typing it out here. But the blues and reds deserved some sort of characteristics that set them apart from the others. Some character reimagining under the read more. This is what I’d do with em.

EDIT: changing jeans to be more less weird.

Viceroy Buckingham- A Sniper. Nervous. Seems cool but in reality that image of himself is only persevered by the fact he’s wearing a helmet. He is having a panic attack underneath it. Fought during the war and was reassigned after aliens wiped his base. Is very hesitant around covenant tech. Especially Tuckers sword. He wasn’t close with Jean at first but after Biff died and the teams combined, he and Jean really hit it off. They’re rarely seen separated from each other nowadays. Buckingham wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jean Clark- An mechanic, a mathematician and very passionate about table top rpgs (only the weird obscure ones though. She isn’t going to be caught dead playing the popular shit). Only works well under pressure. Horrific ADHD and chews on wires. Her right side is robotic from a quote “Pizza oven accident.” No one inquires further about it. When Biff died she felt lost. Her first friend in this army was gone. But Temple has a solution. She hopes that when this is all said and done, they can settle down. Maybe open a game story. She still needs to teach Buckingham how to play magic.

Gabriel L. “Loco” Motif - You know him. We all love him. Blue teams resident genius. Very good at finding unconventional solutions for unconventional problems. He, Jean and Buckingham are close. The only person he’s closer to is Temple. When he’s not collecting parts for his newest inventions, he takes great care to tend to his “pets”. 18 tamagotchis wired to create one large one. He has a base wide timer to remind him to feed them. (The L stands for Lee)

Harry. S. Cronut - Two Words. Gym Nut. When he’s not helping the other Blues and Reds you can find him on his drawing tablet or in the gym. He’s helping fund most of these schemes and is quite proud of his work. He says he’s been thinking about getting into baking as of late. Arguably he’s the most normal person out of everyone here. If anyone needs a big bear wolf hug you can get it from him!

Surge- Surge loves her guns, her armor and her men. She’s a soldier and has been her entire life and she’s not about to stop. A skilled electrician and an even more skilled marksman. But her weapon isn’t the sniper. Nah that’s what cowards use. When she was deployed. They gave them pistols and tire irons and dropped them from orbit. And they liked it! Being a sim troopers easy. Was almost too easy. But she’s grown to love her family. Biff was a rascal. But he was her rascal.

[eego0]

There’s a bit where Meowki gets himself stuck in a tree in Aphmau’s front yard many, MANY times, to the point where Aphmau considers training Thorgi to go and get him. Well, by the time Meowki dies (rest in peace Meowki l), Thorgi is well versed in the art of catching him and bringing him back inside. Along came Meowki ll and the same deal occurred. The same escape to the same tree. There’s a reason the Meowki ll’s ran away. Apparently not every cat is content with getting scruffed by a big wolf and brought back inside.

Sometimes Thorgi would still go looking for them in the tree where they consistently got themselves stuck. He didn’t particularly like the meowing of the devil cats, but they were still his (Aphmau appointed) siblings.

[well-look-at-this]

Contending with You. II

a/n. bro... writing this was like trying to pry something out of a dog's mouth man... NO BETA RAHHHH!! I finished this and immediately died on the couch w/o posting it major L. anyway here's the 3 short kings and a dog edition (i did NOT notice i put all the shawtys together until i was alr deep 😭 Lilia's was almost so long just because he is so old lmao CHAPTER 7 SPOILERS GUYS FOR DIASOMNIA

Part I: Idia, Azul, Ruggie, Cater

Includes: Riddle, Epel, Jack, Lilia

Thinking about Epel and pride that bleeds. About growing up happy and loved and never feeling wrong. Thinking about when he started school in another town and it started. You look like a girl. Shouting and bruised knuckles. Screaming at a brick wall. Thinking about how it only would get worse as he got older, how he couldn’t grow out of it. Thinking about living in a body that stops feeling like you but just won’t change. About living in people’s assumptions and never being heard. Thinking about being forced to play the role anyways, because you weren’t strong enough. Because he’s never been strong enough to be allowed to be himself. Always told what you are but it’s never right. Thinking about Epel Felmier, the wolf born in the skin of a lamb. 

Thinking about Riddle and hunger. About being the smallest thing in a big perfect house. Thinking about growing up in a conditional and surgical world. Everything done to the T and if not then you’ve failed completely. Plain planned meals in a soft small body. Hungry, but you can’t exceed your planned caloric intake. Watching other children laugh across the street. Hungry, but you have to study, you can’t be irresponsible… you’re five. But it’s not like Riddle knows what he’s feeling, it wasn’t part of the curriculum. Secret friends and a whole tart, feeling full for the first time–being punished for it. You can’t see your friends anymore. Starving. Going to school and becoming part of a place with eight hundred and ten rules. Feels like home. Thinking of tyranny, of a love like your mother; of doing what’s best for them. They start to shake around you, you’ve finished your favorite tart and received another set of As so why are you hungry. Thinking about Riddle trying to feed monsters that will never be satisfied. Thinking about Riddle Rosehearts and a hunger that’s eating him alive.

Thinking about Jack and faith. Admiration and goals; the expectation and excitement of meeting your idol. But no one ever told Jack that you shouldn’t meet your heroes. Meeting Leona, who doesn’t try and certainly doesn’t play fair. Thinking about someone raised in a pack with values and a place for everyone thrown out in the savannah. They should be a team, so why is everyone eating each other alive? Thinking about being thrust into a place where you have to prove your worth to not be tossed aside. But everything you do and know is wrong here, nothing you do could ever make you fit in. Thinking about being threatened in your own dorm. Being so on edge you betray “your” own pack for another. Thinking about living with the aftermath, the whole savannah on his back. They could’ve won if not for you, they want to make sure you won’t be a problem next time. Thinking about Jack Howl who knows he can only end up a martyr. 

Thinking about Lilia and all his time. A feral kid with no birthday, who finds unexpected family only to lose them too soon. Missing and dead, with an egg in his arms that he’s not good enough to see but won’t hatch for years. Thinking about decades scouring the world in the hope he can find his missing friend. Thinking about every time he mused about “what Malleanor and Levan would think of this”. How many times would he catch himself, reminding himself one is dead, the other is missing, left only with their slowly dying son he can’t seem to save. Thinking about the general who hates humans and everything they’ve stolen but can’t help but appreciate them in his years among them. Thinking about the Lilia who cries holding Malleus and won’t let go despite what the council says. Who realizes Malleanor was right and he’s just so full of love. Thinking of Lilia and a lifetime of being so lesser you believe it. Despite raising a boy you can’t say he’s your son, because he could never replace the people he sees in their face, he doesn’t deserve it and he’s vile for even entertaining the thought. Thinking about finding the son of the man who destroyed your family and country, and raising him as your own. About never treating him as anything less than yours but still not allowing yourself to think of yourself as his father. That the boy can never really be yours, even when he is, Seven’s he is. Thinking about thinking yourself is so inconsequential that there’s no gravity to you leaving with no warning. Thinking about Lilia Vanrouge, the fae who couldn’t realize he was a father.

[swanmaids]

fic writer questions - thanks for the tags, @grey-gazania @curufiin and @thelordofgifs! Sorry that it took so long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 51, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 89,680

3. What fandoms do you write for? At present just Silm and Lotr, but I'm hoping to participate in Yuletide this year and thinking about The Handmaiden, Hustlers, Swan Lake, and The Wolf Den as potential fandoms to offer

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

spirited away (outsider pov legolas/gimli)

post mortem (clinical/epistolary post-second kinslaying)

it takes a village (5+1 SoF and celebrimbor)

the straight road (epistolary legolas/gimli)

the stones wept (orpheus and eurydice au legolas/gimli)

It seems like my most popular pieces are L/G or sons of Feanor. And they ARE fun to write about, so I'm not complaining!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. But sometimes it takes an embarrasingly long time. Because I suck.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? haven (everyone dies) sister sister (everyone dies) if our deed faileth (everyone dies) woe unto worlds end (everyone dies)

Sensing a theme.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? coastin' (Elwing gets her pussy ate by her sexy husband and has an orgasm)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Lol I'm not relevant enough for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes lol. I'm not sure what's meant by "what kind", but I've done F/F, M/M, F/M, F/M/M, M/F/F/F/F and a fairly big variety of kinks so like... most kinds?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, and I'm not a huge reader of them, although I long for a Silm/Succ crossover

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! The lovely @camille-lachenille translated see it fall, child of war into French. You can read it here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I write very slowly and erratically, which I don't think would be fair to any potential cowriter.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Legolas/Gimli is a long term otp and one couple where I really can't see either side with anyone else (if they want to invite Aragorn or Eomer to join for a night I'm not opposed). Elwing and Earendil is another couple that I feel the same about (and I'm also defensive of them as a couple and genuinely see them as an example of some of Tolkien's most romantic writing). I also really like Celegorm/Orome for being basically perfect for my id.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Eeeh. I'm really trying not to officially throw in the towel on any of my wips. It's just taking me a long time...

16. What are your writing strengths? Can I say smut? I think I'm quite good at setting, food, and clothing descriptions too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Any plot that's more complicated than "emotion in space" or "dick in hole". Also actually DOING the writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do it much more than I currently do. Now I feel like it breaks the flow of the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I've said it before but I was really pleased with how one of your girls came out and have reread it a couple of times since publishing. Actually I think I got some writers block after publishing it because I feel like I can't surpass it lol.

This was fun to do! I'm very late to the party so I think most people have been tagged, but if anyone else wants to do it then please go ahead and say I tagged you.

[miriasuu]

Posting OC stuff because i love her ^q^

Her name is Maeve di Angelucci, the sole princess of the Italian monarchy in my little universe ^q^ She's (un)happily married to her yandere hubby, Noël von Weissmann ♡

To sum it up, he's an angel (as a race, rather than a 'divine religious being') and told the King and Queen of a false prophecy that their daughter would be taken away on her 18th birthday and killed so they raised her in total captivity from the outside world. while he made his schemings to steal the German crown prince's identity and plan to get married to her since her hand would be offered much earlier (ye olden times, at 14) so they could avoid the prophecy. but he's the menace here! and he killed all the other candidates. oopsie

I'll put more art of her under the line~~ otherwise the post will be too big. More art (that cannot be posted here) on her Toyhouse! Plus i'll update it with her entire bg + noël later ♡ just uhm. be advised some quiiiiiite unnerving stuff below. not gore violence or anything but theres 1 uhm. well just to sum it up she has a lot of pregnancy themes, is all

Royal Wedding (TL would be too extensive, sorry!)

Maeve at 14ish (L) and 18~20 somethings (R)

happy family?

quick sketch to demonstrate height diff (ssorry for the yaoi hands. im not. fixing it) and discarded sketch of a previous height diff of them

M: "Ah! That's right, you don't pray... In fact, there's no reason to... I'm sorry... (Christian)" N: "You realized that just now? I'm only making company... (Angel)"

Although their marriage is a very disturbing and manipulative one, I still like to imagine some rare casual moments between them. They mostly occur later, when she's past 24 (which is when she finally mentally breaks and gives in for this sick love and becomes equally yandere). Did I say? They eventually have like, 5 kids total. LOL all before that though.

("How cute... It's like a puppy...)" "Maeve~, what are you doing?"

Generic yes but bunny x wolf, it's cute

A discarded idea of an unicorn au or. something. i still like the idea but hmmm. nah. or maybe yay? i don't know tbh

Oh and a little preview for her general reference for Artfight! I still need to finish painting, but hehe :3c it's only for general conception because i like varying her with dresses but im not gonna draw like. 5 diff ones for 1 ref lol

Anyway if u saw all thank u look at her TH theres like looots of love between them 2 ( ^_^)b oki ily byee

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Oh right, forgot about Melli, he was so easy to get out of the running lol. Although foxes being tricksters would probably work for the sisters. Maybe a fox and a coyote for Clover and Coin, both trickster animals that can be pests because they steal (livestock) from farmers, plus they're similar enough that they'd look nice flanking Charm, who gets to be different.

Damn, you're right about Akari and Rei... I feel like they should be animals who mirror each other, where one is considered bad but the other is good, but interchangeable depending on who is the player. Actually, cats might work here? A black cat for the protagonist, pretty much any other color for the other (although just to hurt Ingo we could make one black and the other pure white). I do really like the rat idea too, though that wouldn't work well to match with the player counterpart, since mice are hardly better conceived.

An esoteric carnivorous hare l m a o, I nearly died at that, thank you. I mean, there are plenty of herbivores that do eat other animals sometimes, so how should they know. I once watched a squirrel attack and eat a chipmunk, and let's be real, jackrabbits look way more capable of murder than a fox squirrel, so their confusion would be understandable. This is our newest warden, Ingo, he's a very rare carnivorous desert hare that fights like a kangaroo and we're very proud of him. I bet it doesn't help that a lot of his flee instincts have probably been deadened by whatever fucked him up in the rift, so people try to spook him and he either straight up doesn't notice or just turns and gives them a thousand yard stare.

Also, congrats on getting your cast off! I'm glad to hear that the surgery helped and you're doing better.

yeah like, melli is So Much A Peacock there were really no other options lol. ooh i like one being a fox and the other being a coyote! you're right, that would look nice visually.

hmm... maybe a black cat and a calico? since iirc calicos are considered very lucky in a lot of traditions. and i think they'd look nice standing next to each other and would complement each other nicely without destroying ingo. meanwhile cyllene is like, a snow leopard, or some other big cat mentoring these kittens in the Art of War. though i also made a joke a while back that laventon is a cat friend (sweet but impossible to herd) and i feel like it'd be weird for all of them to be felines, hmm. kamado is definitely a gray wolf though right like we're all in agreement here

HE'S THE KILLER RABBIT OF CAERBANNOG lmao. yeah i feel like he like, gets the regular signals from his extremely-wired-for-predator-detection senses, but his reaction to them is just a solid "meh, if i die that's how i was meant to go out" so he never actually moves. he does still look very twitchy to people who don't know him just like, based on the eyes and the way he stands, because that's jackrabbits for you, he just never does anything about it. i feel like intentionally spooking lagomorphs (and deer and really any prey prone to Running) is sort of a social faux pas though. not that that would stop some people from doing it anyway

(thanks!)

[thesillykittyworld]

What's a ghost to do?

s/m/n- stuffied moon name

Moon plushie- https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&ai=DChcSEwj97YrFnN39AhWnyJQJHRG3DiYYABADGgJ5bQ&sig=AOD64_39bwGnLWokGddgGkVfl12_1vpiHg&adurl&ctype=5&ved=2ahUKEwiI5f7EnN39AhU31skDHQFvDeIQvhd6BAgBEGc

What I was listening to while writing this: https://youtu.be/gxL_pZxeyg0

-

You were soooo bored.

I mean, what’s a kid to do in a big house like this?

The black walls were pretty sure, and the gold frames on the painting were nice, as well, but surprisingly, there weren't any ghosts in this house—other than yourself, of course.

As soon as you properly died, you became attached to this house, a house you'd never seen before, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t leave.

So again, what’s a ghost kid like you to do?

A constant thought you had during your time at the strangely cool house; a thought that was interrupted by the sound of jangling keys.

-

"Okay gang, here’s our new home!" Wolf announced, his arms turned toward the group, displaying the house.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me" Snake muttered as he face palmed with his tail.

"Um. Wolf. What the heck is this?" Piranha stated with genuine confusion.

"Okay, don’t panic, people! We may have just gotten the wrong address." Tranuala announced while clacking on her computer before coming to a conclusion, "Yeah no, they scammed us." She groaned while turning her computer around to the group to see what their new warehouse was supposed to look like.

"Yeahh, that don't look nothing like that," Piranha conveniently pointed out.

"I’m going back to the car." Snake turned to return to the car, but was grabbed by Shark.

"C'mon, Mr. Grumpy Pants, it can’t be as bad on the inside; have faith!" Shark cheered while marching to the front door.

As Shark opened the front door, everyone in the group grimaced.

"Yeah, it is that bad," Snake affirmed, still in Shark’s arm.

-

Who were these people?

Animals?

Whatever.

Everything in this house is so weird and frightening; now there are new people in YOUR house >:(

You crept behind the red and black-patterned armchair as you tried to figure out if these people were a threat without being seen.

"Well, ain’t this a fixer-upper?" Wolf verified this by swiping his finger on the dust-covered stairs.

"Yeah, as Wolf said, it's a fixer-upper, so we can fix her up." Shark asserted, trying to take the optimistic route in their new situation.

"I guess this is alright. I’m gonna go check the place out!" Tranuala cheering while running up the stairs.

"Yeah, me too!"  Piranha beamed, following right after her.

-

Okay, so they didn’t seem so bad.

Everyone went to search around the house except the wolf.

Oh no.  What if he’s on to you?

Wait, can wolves sense ghosts?

Even if he does, he doesn’t seem bad, right?

You went to look at him from a different angle when you accidentally knocked over a small stool.

With the speed he turned to the area of the noise, he might not be able to see ghosts, but he could definitely hear them.

Or maybe you’re just a really noisy kid.

"Hello" Wolf spoke cautiously to you.

You turned your head to see if someone was behind you, because surely he couldn’t be talking to you.

"I’m talking to you, kid. Come out from over there." Wolf stood by the chair in front of the knocked-over stool.

You did the exact opposite—you ran through a nearby wall. Don’t blame yourself; you don’t know who this guy is!

"Fine, I’ll just nap here until you come out. I've got all day, kid; I’m not going anywhere." Wolf nuzzled himself in a chair across from the wall you went through.

That resulted in you pouting to yourself—why won’t these people just leave?

-

For added courage, you took your moon plushie to confront Mr. Wolf.

You floated in front of Wolf until you were face to face with him, which made Wolf bolt back in his chair.

"Hey, hey, hey, no need to get that close!" Wolf said while straightening his clothes and running his fingers through his fur.

"Oh sorry." You spoke quietly while hiding behind your stuffed moon.

Whether you are a noisy kid or not, all of that went out the window when talking to this tall wolf.

"Whose that, hmm?" He was pointing to the moon in your arms.

You jerked your plushie away from him out of protectiveness, scared he was going to take it from you.

He crouched to your eye level and said, "Relax; I’m not gonna take it from you. I just wanna know its name."

"It’s s/m/n." You mumbled into your moon’s plush body.

"I don’t know why you were so against telling me; that’s a nice name."

Wolf’s smile felt very parental; it made you relax a bit and float more towards the ground.

"Thank you!"  You giggled.

"So how’d you get here before us?"

"Oh, I spawned here, and I can’t leave." You commented as you looked down sadly.

"And what do you mean by that?"

You looked to see if he was joking; was it not obvious that you were a ghost? Though, you only saw hesitation on his face.

"Can't you see I'm a ghost?"You snickered while looking at your ghostly body.

 -

Well, you kinda thought he was the ghost with the way his face paled at your "confession."

And you didn’t even get to say anything as he ran away.

You thought adults were supposed to have better manners than that.

How rude.

-

Part 2 Coming Soon !!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

[nochi-quinn]

campaign 3 episode 50: there's only seven of you (for now)

Let's see if I can do a liveblog after six weeks of not watching!

(it started to feel like a job)

I miss jester

IT IS BEGIN

I know we're probably getting Keyleth but god would I love a Dorian cameo

aw, I miss marisha's "girls" tank

liam with the thumbhole hoodie is very good tho

liam

"orgy 2.0"

if a skyship leaves the dock at 8pm going 120 feet per round

"ira get the FUCK up here"

enjoying the corruption arc of the changebringer entirely through fcg

anyone: ludinus liam: >:[

"bacchanalian" greek mythology exists in exandria, canon

"you would turn into a bird - " "and fly far, far far away" what a reference

man I got noise canceling headphones for christmas for the first time ever and I've barely taken them off since, imogen is a mood

this whole "crash the ship" plan is big "ram the blade ship" energy

stop saying final destination

oh THAT was a throwback

oh we've reached Marisha Chair Perch and we're not even in combat yet

relax she's just putting it out there

"no plan survives contact with bells hells" is not as catchy as "no plan survives contact with the mighty nein" but is equally as true

matt changing the light to move them along like turning the light off in a daycare to signal naptime

uh oh spaghettios

laura literally stopping mid-sentence to let them meme sdkfjsl

matt stop death flagging xandis

meanwhile ira is living his best life

"I'll look for a tree" oh the flashbacks

laudna puts on skin tone foundation but doesn't blend the neck

fearne: you shut the FUCK up

"don't do anything stupid" "oh this is ALL stupid"

I am not prepared

neither are they

if xandis dies I riot

sam

I'm not okay

ASHTON

where the fearne/ashton shippers at, come get your juice

you know liam's distracted, he didn't reach up instead of out

no plan survives etc etc

DISLIKE

"that's above your pay grade, son" holy shit imogen

oh shit

DON'T SPLIT THE PARTY kdjflks

tag urself I'm ashley

"welp, we gotta kill them" sam reads my persona 5 liveblogs

guards: purple sus

TRAVIS

sam

HIM BIG

all this cool stuff I can't afford makes me wish I had an in-person game

or any game, lbr

TREE OF DREAD

"titties?"

"good thing I got this ring of fire protection" slkdfjf

"now we're playing with portals"

IN-TENTS

"testicles" I heard that liam

"can I try to - fuck it" right in front of my salad?

their bane noises are starting to sound like furbies

ykw travis had a point can we have fjord's ring of fire protection

"I'm gonna use a toy" ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

YEAH

hey

hey matt

hey matt what the fuck

SHE??

"she looks like an asshole" marisha: fuck yeah she does

"is the dirt wizard here?"

"he's quite a loyal dog" something something dog of the military FMA joke

HE

liam exploded

the accent

travis also exploded

extremely funny to hear beau try to talk shit about anybody else's stealth plans

"cool if we kill your mom?" beauregard

"shut the fuck up, wolfy"

l i a m

"they're level nine you guys"

(level nein)

quick somebody ask caleb what time it is

all of the german is slowly leeching out of matt's accent

travis had the same thought as me sldjfsk

marisha's goblin crouch perch

chetney

liam finally got to be on the other side of that

nobody told you to wolf out, chet

laudna's crush on ira is funny when it's fucking around but when she starts genuinely arguing he wouldn't do some fuck shit in a heartbeat it's annoying

I THOUGHT SO

oh that timing gives me anxiety

[darkmaga-returns]

By Amy Kelly and Naomi Wolf Outspoken with Dr Naomi Wolf

October 25, 2024

Soon, we will either have elected the first female US President; or we will have re-elected a man written off by the Establishment. If the latter, this President will re-enter the White House with lawyer and Big Pharma critic Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. overseeing the Transition. Either winner will lead a nation awake to the dangers of the pharmaceutical complex. We have learned that the checks and balances we had assumed ensure that only safe drugs get approved do not exist.

From readers of RFK, Jr.’s bestseller The Real Anthony Fauci, which exposed royalties enriching government employees who align with pharma companies, to the parents declining HPV vaccines for their kids for safety reasons, to New Yorkers surprised that Bill di Blasio urged them to get COVID vaccines alongside free French fries, to those aware that our tax dollars pay for weight loss drug Ozempic  — Americans don’t have to be “anti-vaxxers” to feel that Big Pharma reform is needed.

What actions can a new President take to ensure this?

1/ Repeal the PREP Act.

Some legislation seems great at first but proves to be destructive, such as the 2005 PREP (Public Readiness and Emergency Preparedness) Act.

This Act lets HHS provide immunity to drug companies from liability.

Thus, pharmaceutical “countermeasures” – some drugs — are not like automobiles, trampolines, or McDonald’s hot coffee. You cannot sue the manufacturer.

HHS designated the “free French fries” COVID-19 vaccines as “medical countermeasures.”

To extend the injection’s protections, HHS Secretary Becerra amended the PREP Act during COVID.

While that was happening, thousands of people sustained COVID vaccine injuries, even as our health agencies assured us that they were “safe and effective.”

To this day, the injured can’t sue. Imagine a PREP Act equivalent for the automobile industry. If a car malfunctioned, injuring you or killing a loved one, you would have nowhere to turn.

The PREP Act gives paltry options to those who do get hurt: the  Countermeasures Injury Compensation Program.

[of-gods-and-lesbians]

Prologue - A dragons memory

It had been another hot summer in the volcanic plains of Sonmor, when Bateia once again felt the presence of a god.

The last time it had been gradually growing over time as she and Tamai had grown up together, growing into the red demon. This time it was a punch to her nose. Her delicate nostrils flared as the scent overwhelmed her senses and suddenly pictures flooded her mind. It felt like the connection between a dragon and his rider, the kiss their souls shared. Bateia hadn’t felt this connection for several decades, maybe even a century. She had long stopped counting the years of solitude and loneliness. 

A part of the dragon dies with their rider. 

She had been so sure she’d never feel this connection ever again. And yet here it was , flooding her mind, overwhelming her senses, stronger than she had ever felt it before. Pictures of Tamai, their fight with the shadowdragon, the moment she lost her eye,the moment they met a god for the first time, their journeys,  the moment she met the young boy, the moment her eggs shell finally cracked - memories she had long forgotten, or so she thought. And then there were other pictures. Memories not of her own. 

A human woman smiling down at her, tiny hands reaching for their mother, a young boy, a girl playing, a father dying, a family grieving. A lush tree surrounded by water. A wolf howling at the snake winding itself around the tree trunk and a voice. Words she could not grasp. The snake raised its head, looking up, its glowing eyes staring directly into Bateia, into her heart, her soul, her hurt. Hurt hurt hurt … you’re  hurt … mine, yoursss, hersss, yoursss, MINE and the snake lunged at her, its fangs bared its feathers erected and Bateia saw the girl again, as a girl, as a woman, as hers.

Her rider.

She saw herself roaring into the sky, flying between clouds made of fire, shadows made of smoke beneath her. The girl on her back, a golden spear reaching forward, yelling, her eyes glowing. Bateia saw green eyes and horns, tiny wings, wings that felt wrong, water that brings death and a knowing smile and glowing eyes. Again and again and the words mine, yours, yours, mine US US Us us us us us us….

“Us”, a tiny voice sleepily whispered in her ears and Bateia looked down. She was back in her stable. Steam from the hot springs let the deep red scales of her front legs glisten. Within the crook of her elbow, where her scales were the softest, laid the body of a small child, rolled up like a cat. All Bateia could really make out was a small head of dark brown hair, greyish like dried mud. The rags, humans called clothes, looked way too big on the girls tiny frame. She was sleeping and Bateia could see her dreaming of backing with her mother.

“Tia!” A voice echoed through Sonmor. “Tia, where are-”

But the mother was cut off by one of the lords guards. Her harshly reprimanded her for losing her brat. Bateia lowered her head to peer out into the courtyard with her good eye.

“If she wandered off into the dragon stables she is as good as dead, if no by the red demoness, the lord will surely see to it!” The guard dismissed the woman and trotted towards the stables. Bateia didn’t like him. In fact she didn’t like any of the guards, nor the lord they served. She growled deeply, smoke rising from her nostrils.

When the guard saw her, he hesitated and raised his arms to appease her. But Bateia didn’t back down. he had come to take the girl away, her girl.

Mine.

She knew, he couldn’t understand her and yet the word hovered menacingly between them. He stopped. His eyes widened. Her one remaining good eye glared at him. He wouldn’t dare to try to get on the bad side of a gigantic century old dragon, would he? She leaned down and huffed another warning cloud of hot smoke into his direction. 

MINE.

The guard gulped and the woman behind him lost all color in her face. See seemed to understand quicker than the tin can of guard:

Bateia had found her new rider and it was not Lord Tamryn of Sonmor, son of Tamai the red. 

No.

Her daughter.

It was the little girl, who had been chosen by the red demoness. 

[yallmakemyassitch]

Annie the tickle monster + headcanons

Headcanons under cut :D

Guess who just finished the hazy river mod? (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

You know Annie right? Known for being super chill and very carefree and also kind right?

Well she tends to turn into something else when more than a few drinks of t h e l i q u i d enter her system... literally

Suddenly she's is this predatory, furry beast with claws that could break through metal itself

She's much more aggressive in certain situations like during her confrontation with Daddy Dearest but seems to probe into her more... playful side now she has the significant advantage

Annie will scope up her lee with that wolfish grin of hers and pin them down, preferably with their arms above their heads, sitting in them or in a giant hug, sorta like the first image :P

That's when she digs in...

And HOO BOY ITS GONNA TICKLE A LOT

Despite her nearly talon like claws, she is very aware of them and can restrain herself just fine but don't think she'll grant mercy

Annie can knead, poke, prod, all ler things someone would do except in her case, it's much worse and you'll be there for a very long time...

She's relentlessly and won't stick to one spot for very long, longing to find out your other spots

Did I also mention she is very thorough? Yeah don't think you'll be able to hide from her because sooner or later, she's gonna know so might as well tell her to make the trouble less of a hassle 😌

Annie is also a monster at raspberries

Considering she's much larger now, with her body being rearranged into larger organs, that also includes her lungs

Longest raspberry (according to her memory and Garcello) she ever blew was for 15 seconds

Garcello died that day (along with BF)

When it comes to little ones however is when nibbles are involves

According to witnesses, they are already in stitches by the time she makes her way up to their ribs, lightly pinching their skin with her sharp fangs

She also likes to play the big bad wolf when giving them rapsberries

"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll- PFFFFFRRRRTTTT!!!"

Kills them everytime and she finds this absolutely adorable

The people around her look extremely flustered and she invites them to do the same to them. INSTANT EMBARRASSMENT.

But along with that...there is still a gentle soul under all that fur and cuddles her lee's every time

Most of the time it's a bunch a children napping around her, tired after their tickle games like hide and seek and she just sits there, content and happy

Fin~ (◡ ω ◡)

[istumpysk]

-Operation Stumpy Re-Read

A GAME OF THRONES

SUMMARY & FORESHADOWING SMORGASBORD

So you like foreshadowing, huh? You’re in luck. During my re-read project, I may have been keeping track of all the foreshadowing from our favourite plots.

Grab a hot chocolate, and take a seat - big post ahead!

Under the cut:

NOTABLE CHAPTER TRANSITIONS

SANSA STARK, QUEEN IN THE NORTH

JON SNOW, KING IN THE NORTH

JON (AEMON?) SNOW

JON THE BUILDER AND HIS GIFT

ARYA STARK SAILS THE SUNSET SEA

BRAN THE BROKEN, KING OF WESTEROS

HIGH SEPTON RICKON? MAESTER RICKON? RICKON THE HEIR?

THE TWINS MEET THEIR END IN THE MINES OF CASTERLY ROCK

TYRION LANNISTER, (PRISONER?) HAND OF THE KING

DARK DAENERYS HIGHLIGHTS & LAUGHS

STARK v TARG

SOMEONE IS SHARPENING THEIR KNIFE, DAENERYS

STORM x STORM

GREATEST UNSOLVED MYSTERIES, THE FOSTERING OF SWEETROBIN

JONSA ❤️

Please note: I did not track R+L=J, because it would have been overwhelming, and only the dumbest people still deny it.

NOTABLE CHAPTER TRANSITIONS

Prologue -> Bran I

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife.

x

Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

+.+

Eddard I -> Jon I

We begin the ongoing theme of a Sansa betrothal followed by a Jon chapter.

"You helped me win this damnable throne, now help me hold it. We were meant to rule together. If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done."

x

Sansa, two years older, drew the crown prince, Joffrey Baratheon. He was twelve, younger than Jon or Robb, but taller than either, to Jon's vast dismay. Prince Joffrey had his sister's hair and his mother's deep green eyes. A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar. Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey's pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell's Great Hall.

+.+

Catelyn II -> Arya I

"A wolf with a fish in its mouth?" It made her laugh.

+.+

Bran II -> Tyrion I

"I do not like it," a woman was saying. There was a row of windows beneath him, and the voice was drifting out of the last window on this side. "You should be the Hand."

"Gods forbid," a man's voice replied lazily. "It's not an honor I'd want. There's far too much work involved."

+.+

Jon II -> Daenerys II

"First lesson," Jon said. "Stick them with the pointy end."

+.+

Tyrion III -> Arya II

"If he doesn't come back," Jon Snow promised, "Ghost and I will go find him." He put his hand on the direwolf's head.

"I believe you," Tyrion said, but what he thought was, And who will go find you? He shivered.

+.+

Arya II -> Daenerys III

"Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa … Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me."

x

Needle? Who did you hope to skewer? Your sister? Septa Mordane? Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?"

All she could think of was the lesson Jon had given her. "Stick them with the pointy end," she blurted out.

+.+

Arya III -> Eddard VIII

"Well, as to that," Desmond replied, drawing his longsword, "wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off."

+.+

Eddard XII -> Daenerys V

Ned could not let that happen again. The realm could not withstand a second mad king, another dance of blood and vengeance. He must find some way to save the children.  

+.+

Jon VI -> Eddard XIV

Bloody hands!

Jon turned on him in a fury. “I see Ser Alliser’s bloody hand, that’s all I see. He wanted to shame me, and he has.”    

x

The wolf had something in his jaws. Something black. “What’s he got there?” asked Bowen Marsh, frowning.                 

“To me, Ghost.” Jon knelt. “Bring it here.”

The direwolf trotted to him. Jon heard Samwell Tarly’s sharp intake of breath. 

“Gods be good,” Dywen muttered. “That’s a hand.”

+.+

Sansa IV -> Jon VII

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen.    

+.+

Jon VII -> Bran VI

“This could not have happened at a worse time. If ever the realm needed a strong king … there are dark days and cold nights ahead, I feel it in my bones …”

+.+

Catelyn VIII -> Tyrion VII

Credit to @agentrouka-blog for pointing out the reader gets to witness the dynamic between Catelyn and Robb, followed immediately with the stark contrast of Tywin and Tyrion.

+.+

Catelyn IX -> Jon VIII

Did you teach him wisdom as well as valor, Ned? she wondered. Did you teach him how to kneel? The graveyards of the Seven Kingdoms were full of brave men who had never learned that lesson.    

+.+

Daenerys VII -> Tyrion VIII -> Catelyn X

Reader gets a glimpse of how differently the Dothraki, Lannisters and Starks operate during war.

+.+

Catelyn X -> Daenerys VIII

“Kill him, Robb,” Theon Greyjoy urged. “Take his head off.”                 

“No,” her son answered, peeling off his bloody glove. “He’s more use alive than dead. And my lord father never condoned the murder of prisoners after a battle

+.+

Daenerys VIII -> Arya V

What was wrong with them, couldn’t they see? Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames.

x

She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the pigeon. It was a plump one, speckled brown, busily pecking at a crust that had fallen between two cobblestones, but when Arya’s shadow touched it, it took to the air.             

Her stick sword whistled out and caught it two feet off the ground, and it went down in a flurry of brown feathers. She was on it in the blink of an eye, grabbing a wing as the pigeon flapped and fluttered. It pecked at her hand. She grabbed its neck and twisted until she felt the bone snap.

+.+

Sansa VI -> Daenerys IX

Author directly contrasts how Sansa and Daenerys cope with grief and pain. One of these girls doesn’t come out looking great.

Sandor Clegane scooped her up around the waist and lifted her off the featherbed as she struggled feebly.

x

Ser Jorah Mormont lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her sleeping silks, while she struggled feebly against him.

+.+

Catelyn XI -> Daenerys X

He had pledged himself to marry a daughter of Walder Frey, but she saw his true bride plain before her now: the sword he had laid on the table.

x

The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought.

+.+

AGOT: Prologue / Daenerys X

Open with the Others -> close with the dragons

A Song of Ice and Fire, a tale of two existential threats to humanity.

+.+

SANSA STARK, QUEEN IN THE NORTH

He offers his own son in marriage to our daughter, what else would you call that? Sansa might someday be queen. Her sons could rule from the Wall to the mountains of Dorne. What is so wrong with that?" – Catelyn II

+.+

"He's going to marry her," little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself. "Then Sansa will be queen of all the realm." – Arya I

+.+

"I've never seen an aurochs," Sansa said, feeding a piece of bacon to Lady under the table. The direwolf took it from her hand, as delicate as a queen. – Sansa I

+.+

The Eyrie is often compared to honeycomb, and Sansa is the maid with honey in her hair.

@une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir notes Queen Bee Cersei Lannister shares a similar connection to bees and hives.

As she neared the center of camp, her distress was quickly forgotten. A crowd had gathered around the queen's wheelhouse. Sansa heard excited voices buzzing like a hive of bees. – Sansa I

+.+

She was a Stark of Winterfell, a noble lady, and someday she would be a queen. – Sansa I

+.+

"You," Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, "will marry a king and rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon."

Arya screwed up her face. "No," she said, "that's Sansa." – Eddard V

+.+

"Your mother was my queen of beauty once," the man said quietly. His breath smelled of mint. "You have her hair." – Sansa II

+.+

Nice catch @minitafan.

And when the meat course was brought out, he served her himself, slicing a queen's portion from the joint, smiling as he laid it on her plate. – Sansa II

+.+

The queen's face was a mask, so bloodless that it might have been sculpted from snow. – Sansa II

+.+

"You have juice on your face, Your Grace," Arya said. – Sansa III

+.+

Sansa stalked away with her head up. She was to be a queen, and queens did not cry. – Sansa III

+.+

"Send Arya away, she started it, Father, I swear it. I'll be good, you'll see, just let me stay and I promise to be as fine and noble and courteous as the queen." – Sansa III

+.+

"I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies." – Sansa III

+.+

That night Sansa dreamt of Joffrey on the throne, with herself seated beside him in a gown of woven gold. She had a crown on her head, and everyone she had ever known came before her, to bend the knee and say their courtesies. – Sansa IV

+.+

She had promised herself she would be a lady, gentle as the queen and as strong as her mother, the Lady Catelyn, but all of a sudden she was scared again. – Sansa IV

+.+

"Please," she finished, "you have to let me marry Joffrey, I'll be ever so good a wife to him, you'll see. I'll be a queen just like you, I promise." – Sansa IV

+.+

Once she was queen, she could persuade Joff to bring Father back and grant him a pardon. – Sansa IV

+.+

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother's queen. – Sansa IV

+.+

Lady was buried in an ancient lichyard, reserved for the faithful servants of Queens Kings.

Nicely done, @reginarubie.

"She lost her wolf," he said, weakly, remembering the day when four of his father's guardsmen had returned from the south with Lady's bones. Summer and Grey Wind and Shaggydog had begun to howl before they crossed the drawbridge, in voices drawn and desolate. Beneath the shadow of the First Keep was an ancient lichyard, its headstones spotted with pale lichen, where the old Kings of Winter had laid their faithful servants. It was there they buried Lady, while her brothers stalked between the graves like restless shadows. – Bran VI

Earth to the ASoIaF fandom, wake up, open your eyes. You love the direwolf foreshadowing so much, yet you missed the most painfully obvious clue.

+.+

She was only a … a thing to him. "No," she said, rising. She wanted to   rage, to hurt him as he'd hurt her, to warn him that when she was queen she would have him exiled if he ever dared strike her again … – Sansa V  

+.+

Every once in awhile Sansa will kneel.

Another one from @minitafan!

"I do." She knelt on the cloak, so as not to spoil her gown, and looked up at her prince on his fearsome black throne. "As it please Your Grace, I ask mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, who was the Hand of the King." – Sansa V

+.+

JON SNOW, KING IN THE NORTH

A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is."

That was when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them. – Bran I

+.+

"Kings are a rare sight in the north.”             

Robert snorted. “More likely they were hiding under the snow. Snow, Ned!” – Eddard I

+.+

Joffrey’s not allowed to damage the young prince. 

"Why aren't you down in the yard?" Arya asked him.

He gave her a half smile. "Bastards are not allowed to damage young princes," he said. "Any bruises they take in the practice yard must come from trueborn swords." – Arya I

+.+

You or Jon should have been king. 

Robert sat down again. "Damn you, Ned Stark. You and Jon Arryn, I loved you both. What have you done to me? You were the one should have been king, you or Jon." – Eddard VII

+.+

That black bastard, the real king of the castle.

“That’s the real king of this castle right there, older than sin and twice as mean... One time the king was feasting the queen’s father, and that black bastard hopped up on the table and snatched a roast quail right out of Lord Tywin’s fingers. Robert laughed so hard he was like to burst. You stay away from that one, child.” – Arya III

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On his way to meet a king in bed, Eddard remembers the last time he encountered three men in white cloaks.

Ser Boros Blount guarded the far end of the bridge, white steel armor ghostly in the moonlight. Within, Ned passed two other knights of the Kingsguard; Ser Preston Greenfield stood at the bottom of the steps, and Ser Barristan Selmy waited at the door of the king's bedchamber. Three men in white cloaks, he thought, remembering, and a strange chill went through him. – Eddard XIII

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The Old Bear tapped the letter with a finger. “Your father and the king,” he rumbled. “I won’t lie to you, it’s grievous news. I never thought to see another king, not at my age – Jon VII

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“This could not have happened at a worse time. If ever the realm needed a strong king … there are dark days and cold nights ahead, I feel it in my bones …” – Jon VII

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Like the Iron Throne? (Thank you, @sherlokiness!)

He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me. – Jon VII

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King Jon Stark, drove out raiders and slavers from Valyria, travelling from across the narrow sea. 

That one is Jon Stark. When the sea raiders landed in the east, he drove them out and built the castle at White Harbor. – Bran VII

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JON (AEMON?) SNOW

“You can call him Lord Snow,” Pyp said as he came up to join them. “You don’t want to know what his mother calls him.” – Jon IV

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"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me." – Sansa III

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It was the fathers who named him.

Yet brothers they had, and sisters. Mothers who gave them birth, fathers who gave them names. – Jon VIII

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Clever one, George. Uncle or father? Aemon, brother to Aegon, couldn’t say.

"My father was Maekar, the First of his Name, and my brother Aegon reigned after him in my stead. My grandfather named me for Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, who was his uncle, or his father, depending on which tale you believe. Aemon, he called me …”

"Aemon … Targaryen?" Jon could scarcely believe it. – Jon VIII  

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The gift of a sword, even a sword as fine as Longclaw, did not make him a Mormont. Nor was he Aemon Targaryen. – Jon IX

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He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life—however long that might be—he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name. – Jon IX

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JON THE BUILDER AND HIS GIFT

“No,” Ned said. He saw no use in lying to her. “Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother’s Faith and become the High Septon.” – Eddard V

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Everyone laughed but Grenn. “I hope I’m a ranger.”                 

“You and everyone else,” said Matthar. 

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“Not everyone,” said Halder. “It’s the builders for me. What use would rangers be if the Wall fell down?”                 

The order of builders provided the masons and carpenters to repair keeps and towers, the miners to dig tunnels and crush stone for roads and footpaths, the woodsmen to clear away new growth wherever the forest pressed too close to the Wall. Once, it was said, they had quarried immense blocks of ice from frozen lakes deep in the haunted forest, dragging them south on sledges so the Wall might be raised ever higher. Those days were centuries gone, however; now, it was all they could do to ride the Wall from Eastwatch to the Shadow Tower, watching for cracks or signs of melt and making what repairs they could. – Jon V

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“I asked why each link was a different metal. A silver chain would look much finer with his grey robes, I said. Maester Luwin laughed. A maester forges his chain with study, he told me. The different metals are each a different kind of learning, gold for the study of money and accounts, silver for healing, iron for warcraft. And he said there were other meanings as well. The collar is supposed to remind a maester of the realm he serves, isn’t that so? Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can’t make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people.” – Jon V

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Maester Luwin sighed. “I can teach you history, healing, herblore. I can teach you the speech of ravens, and how to build a castle, and the way a sailor steers his ship by the stars. – Bran VI

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ARYA STARK SAILS THE SUNSET SEA

The very first thing we learn about Nymeria, princess of the Rhoynar.

Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea. – Arya I

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This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? – Arya II

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In a passage that likely foreshadows the fate of each individual Stark, we learn somebody will sail a ship across the Sunset Sea.

“No,” Ned said. He saw no use in lying to her. “Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother’s Faith and become the High Septon.” – Eddard II

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“It won’t be so bad, Sansa,” Arya said. “We’re going to sail on a galley. It will be an adventure – Sansa III

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“Ow,” she cried out. She would have a fresh bruise there by the time she went to sleep, somewhere out at sea. – Arya IV

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Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things. – Arya IV

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In another passage that likely foreshadows the fate of each individual Stark, Maester Luwin tells Bran he can teach him the way a sailor steers his ship by the stars.

Maester Luwin sighed. “I can teach you history, healing, herblore. I can teach you the speech of ravens, and how to build a castle, and the way a sailor steers his ship by the stars. – Bran VI

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It made her think of the sea. Maybe that was the way out. Old Nan used to tell stories of boys who stowed away on trading galleys and sailed off into all kinds of adventures. Maybe Arya could do that too. – Arya V  

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In a chapter that features multiple examples of parallels between historical figures and current characters, we learn about Brandon the Shipwright.

That’s a Brandon, the tall one with the dreamy face, he was Brandon the Shipwright, because he loved the sea. His tomb is empty. He tried to sail west across the Sunset Sea and was never seen again. – Bran VII

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It is agreed that Arya will marry Elmar. El mar. The sea.

Incredible, @fedonciadale.

"Also, if your sister Arya is returned to us safely, it is agreed that she will marry Lord Walder's youngest son, Elmar, when the two of them come of age." - Catelyn IX

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BRAN THE BROKEN, KING OF WESTEROS

When he got out from under it and scrambled up near the sky, Bran could see all of Winterfell in a glance. He liked the way it looked, spread out beneath him, only birds wheeling over his head while all the life of the castle went on below. Bran could perch for hours among the shapeless, rain-worn gargoyles that brooded over the First Keep, watching it all: the men drilling with wood and steel in the yard, the cooks tending their vegetables in the glass garden, restless dogs running back and forth in the kennels, the silence of the godswood, the girls gossiping beside the washing well. It made him feel like he was lord of the castle, in a way even Robb would never know. – Bran II

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Our first introduction to Jaime Lannister.

He was more interested in the pair that came behind him: the queen's brothers, the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. The Lion and the Imp; there was no mistaking which was which. Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered "Kingslayer" behind his back. - Jon I, AGOT

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The man looked over at the woman. "The things I do for love," he said with loathing. He gave Bran a shove. - Bran II, AGOT

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After dawn broke over the city, dragon breath surrounded the girls. Sansa sees Bran smiling.

“Sansa drifted to sleep as the moon rose, Arya several hours later, curling up in the grass under Ned’s cloak. All through the dark hours he kept his vigil alone. When dawn broke over the city, the dark red blooms of dragon’s breath surrounded the girls where they lay. “I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling.” – Eddard V

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Robb stands, and Bran is sat down in his seat. The seat of kings.

Robb was saying with the voice of Robb the Lord. His sword was across his knees, the steel bare for all the world to see. Even Bran knew what it meant to greet a guest with an unsheathed sword. 

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"You Lannisters had best remember that," Robb said, lowering his sword. "Hodor, bring my brother here."    

“Hodor,” Hodor said, and he trotted forward smiling and set Bran in the high seat of the Starks, where the Lords of Winterfell had sat since the days when they called themselves the Kings in the North. The seat was cold stone, polished smooth by countless bottoms; the carved heads of direwolves snarled on the ends of its massive arms. Bran clasped them as he sat, his useless legs dangling. The great seat made him feel half a baby. – Bran IV, AGOT

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Jon gives up his fish on the way back to Winterfell.

"I didn't catch anything," Bran said, "but Jon gave me his fish on the way back to Winterfell. Will we ever see Jon again?" - Bran V, AGOT

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"That was the year of the Great Council," he said. "The lords passed over Prince Aerion's infant son and Prince Daeron's daughter and gave the crown to Aegon."

"Yes and no. First they offered it, quietly, to Aemon. And quietly he refused. [...]  so they had no choice but to turn to Aemon's younger brother—Aegon, the Fifth of His Name. Aegon the Unlikely, they called him, born the fourth son of a fourth son. - Jon IV, ACOK

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Both Robb and Bran will be kings, no different from Renly and Lord Stannis.

"As you say," said Robb, troubled. "Yet if neither one is king, still, how could it be Lord Renly? He's Robert's younger brother. Bran can't be Lord of Winterfell before me, and Renly can't be king before Lord Stannis." – Catelyn XI, AGOT

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HIGH SEPTON RICKON? MAESTER RICKON? RICKON THE HEIR?

Have we figured out what’s going on with Rickon yet? No fam, but we’re getting closer.

Rickon the High Septon?

“No,” Ned said. He saw no use in lying to her. “Yet someday he may be the lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s council. He might raise castles like Brandon the Builder, or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea, or enter your mother’s Faith and become the High Septon.” – Eddard V

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Maester Rickon?

Maester Luwin sighed. “I can teach you history, healing, herblore. I can teach you the speech of ravens, and how to build a castle, and the way a sailor steers his ship by the stars. – Bran VI

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Chained! To the maester’s tower it is.

"Bran," the maester said firmly, "I know you mean well, but Shaggydog is too wild to run loose. I'm the third man he's savaged. Give him the freedom of the castle and it's only a question of time before he kills someone. The truth is hard, but the wolf has to be chained, or …" He hesitated.         

… or killed, Bran thought, but what he said was, "He was not made for chains. We will wait in your tower, all of us."                 

"That is quite impossible," Maester Luwin said.

Osha grinned. "The boy's the lordling here, as I recall." She handed Luwin back his torch and scooped Bran up into her arms again. "The maester's tower it is." 

"Will you come, Rickon?" – Bran VII

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Rickon the heir?

The iron swords in the crypts belonging to kings are used to foreshadow Robb’s demise. Here we see Rickon pick one up.

Robb had set half the castle searching for him, and when at last they'd found him down in the crypts, Rickon had slashed at them with a rusted iron sword he'd snatched from a dead king's hand, and Shaggydog had come slavering out of the darkness like a green-eyed demon. – Bran VI

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THE TWINS MEET THEIR END IN THE MINES OF CASTERLY ROCK

In the bowels of Casterly Rock, Tyrion saw Cersei dying.

"I used to start fires in the bowels of Casterly Rock and stare at the flames for hours, pretending they were dragonfire. Sometimes I'd imagine my father burning. At other times, my sister." – Tyrion II

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Tyrion would rather be in the bowels of Casterly Rock (dead?), than a prisoner at the Eyrie. 

He had plenty of fresh air and sunshine, and the moon and stars by night, but Tyrion would have traded it all in an instant for the dankest, gloomiest pit in the bowels of the Casterly Rock. – Tyrion V

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Tywin sends a man to perish deep in the bowels of Casterly Rock.

A fool more foolish than most had once jested that even Lord Tywin's shit was flecked with gold. Some said the man was still alive, deep in the bowels of Casterly Rock. – Tyrion VII

There’s a joke to be made about Tywin and his bowels, but I’m not clever enough to make it.

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TYRION LANNISTER, (PRISONER?) HAND OF THE KING

“You could put all this in a letter, you know.“    

"Rickon can’t read yet. Bran …” He stopped suddenly. “I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him, Tyrion.”  

“What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spells to give him back his legs.”                      

“You gave me help when I needed it,” Jon Snow said.  

“I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.”                      

“Then give your words to Bran too.” – Tyrion III

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Could this mean he’d prefer to be dead like his siblings?

He had plenty of fresh air and sunshine, and the moon and stars by night, but Tyrion would have traded it all in an instant for the dankest, gloomiest pit in the bowels of the Casterly Rock. – Tyrion V

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Hand of the king, or captive?

If truth be told, he did not know what to make of them himself. Was he their commander or their captive? Most of the time, it seemed to be a little of both.  – Tyrion VII

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A scarred hand troubling Jon.

"The maester says I'll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before."         

"A scarred hand is nothing. On the Wall, you'll be wearing gloves often as not."

"As you say, my lord." It was not the thought of scars that troubled Jon; it was the rest of it. – Jon VIII

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DARK DAENERYS HIGHLIGHTS & LAUGHS

Parallels that makes us laugh: steaming blood, red as fire. 

His blade was white with frost; the Other's danced with pale blue light.

Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It steamed in the cold, and the droplets seemed red as fire where they touched the snow. - Prologue

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The dragon gave one last hiss and stretched out flat upon his belly. Black blood was flowing from the wound where the spear had pierced him, smoking where it dripped onto the scorched sands. He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I. - Daenerys IX, ADWD

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Wake the dragon

His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it "waking the dragon." – Daenerys I

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The Usurper has woken the dragon now, she told herself … and her eyes went to the dragon’s eggs resting in their nest of dark velvet. – Daenerys VI

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“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

“… don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

“… don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

“… don’t want to wake the dragon …"  

"… don’t want to wake the dragon …”

“… want to wake the dragon …”

“… wake the dragon …”

“… the dragon …” – Daenerys IX

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Daenerys Stormborn

She had been born on Dragonstone nine moons after their flight, while a raging summer storm threatened to rip the island fastness apart. They said that storm was terrible. The Targaryen fleet was smashed while it lay at anchor, and huge stone blocks were ripped from the parapets and sent hurtling into the wild waters of the narrow sea. – Daenerys I

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She lifted her head. “And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo.” – Daenerys IX  

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Storms, thunder & bells

Finally the crone opened her eye and lifted her arms. “I have seen his face, and heard the thunder of his hooves,” she proclaimed in a thin, wavery voice.

“The thunder of his hooves!” the others chorused.

“As swift as the wind he rides, and behind him his khalasar covers the earth, men without number, with arakhs shining in their hands like blades of razor grass. Fierce as a storm this prince will be. His enemies will tremble before him, and their wives will weep tears of blood and rend their flesh in grief. The bells in his hair will sing his coming, and the milk men in the stone tents will fear his name.” The old woman trembled and looked at Dany almost as if she were afraid. “The prince is riding, and he shall be the stallion who mounts the world.” – Daenerys V

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At sunset on the second day, a great bell began to ring. Its voice was deep and sonorous, and the long slow clanging filled Sansa with a sense of dread. The ringing went on and on, and after a while they heard other bells answering from the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s Hill. The sound rumbled across the city like thunder, warning of the storm to come. – Sansa IV

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Dany braided his hair and slid the silver rings onto his mustache and hung his bells one by one. So many bells, gold and silver and bronze. Bells so his enemies would hear him coming and grow weak with fear. – Daenerys X

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A touch of Targaryen exceptionalism

She had always assumed that she would wed Viserys when she came of age. For centuries the Targaryens had married brother to sister, since Aegon the Conqueror had taken his sisters to bride. The line must be kept pure, Viserys had told her a thousand times; theirs was the kingsblood, the golden blood of old Valyria, the blood of the dragon. Dragons did not mate with the beasts of the field, and Targaryens did not mingle their blood with that of lesser men. – Daenerys I

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If I were not the blood of the dragon, she thought wistfully, this could be my home. She was khaleesi, she had a strong man and a swift horse, handmaids to serve her, warriors to keep her safe, an honored place in the dosh khaleen awaiting her when she grew old … and in her womb grew a son who would one day bestride the world. That should be enough for any woman … but not for the dragon. With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget. – Daenerys VI

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Daenerys stands alone, the lands spoiled and torn behind her

Awesome, @chispas-and-broken-bindings.

"Wait here," Dany told Ser Jorah. "Tell them all to stay. Tell them I command it."

(…)

As the riding became less an ordeal, Dany began to notice the beauties of the land around her. She rode at the head of the khalasar with Drogo and his bloodriders, so she came to each country fresh and unspoiled. Behind them the great horde might tear the earth and muddy the rivers and send up clouds of choking dust, but the fields ahead of them were always green and verdant. – Daenerys III

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Fire blazing in every window

But it was not the plains Dany saw then. It was King's Landing and the great Red Keep that Aegon the Conqueror had built. It was Dragonstone where she had been born. In her mind's eye they burned with a thousand lights, a fire blazing in every window. In her mind's eye, all the doors were red. – Daenerys III

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Shedding a free man’s blood in the sacred city

Ser Jorah had explained that it was forbidden to carry a blade in Vaes Dothrak, or to shed a free man's blood. Even warring khalasars put aside their feuds and shared meat and mead together when they were in sight of the Mother of Mountains. – Daenerys IV

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His fingers dug into her arm painfully and for an instant Dany felt like a child again, quailing in the face of his rage. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed the first thing she touched, the belt she’d hoped to give him, a heavy chain of ornate bronze medallions. She swung it with all her strength.                

It caught him full in the face. Viserys let go of her. Blood ran down his cheek where the edge of one of the medallions had sliced it open. “You are the one who forgets himself,” Dany said to him. “Didn’t you learn anything that day in the grass? Leave me now, before I summon my khas to drag you out. And pray that Khal Drogo does not hear of this, or he will cut open your belly and feed you your own entrails.”

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Drops of his blood had spattered the beautiful sandsilk cloak. – Daenerys IV

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Hearteater

Thank you, @aegor-bamfsteel.

I am the blood of the dragon, she told herself as she took the stallion's heart in both hands, lifted it to her mouth, and plunged her teeth into the tough, stringy flesh. – Daenerys V

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Joffrey drew his sword. The pommel was a ruby cut in the shape of a heart, set between a lion's jaws. Three fullers were deeply incised in the blade. "My new blade, Hearteater." – Sansa VI, ACOK

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Joffrey is the black worm eating the heart of the realm! – Sansa VIII, ACOK

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Bloodraven is the root of all our woes, the white worm gnawing at the heart of the realm. – The Mystery Knight

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The parallels between both hearteaters don’t stop there

“I beg of you, my prince …”                      

“I’m king now. Dog, get her out of bed.” – Sansa VI

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“I … as … as you command, my lord.”            

“Your Grace,” Joffrey corrected her. – Sansa VI

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“I … I had not thought, my lord.”                      

“Your Grace,” he said sharply. – Sansa VI  

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“Princess …” he began.                

“Why do you call me that?” Dany challenged him. “My brother Viserys was your king, was he not?” “He was, my lady.”

“Viserys is dead. I am his heir, the last blood of House Targaryen. Whatever was his is mine now.”                

“My … queen,” Ser Jorah said, going to one knee. – Daenerys X

More!

"I am khaleesi, heir to the Seven Kingdoms, the blood of the dragon," Dany reminded him. "It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do."  – Daenerys VII

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In the blink of an eye, brother no more

Dany had not known, had not even suspected. “Then … he should have them. He does not need to steal them. He had only to ask. He is my brother … and my true king.”    

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“You do not understand, ser,” she said. “My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. I would never have known so much as their names if Viserys had not been there to tell me. He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have.” – Daenerys V

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Viserys was weeping, she saw; weeping and laughing, both at the same time, this man who had once been her brother.    

(…)

“What did he say?” the man who had been her brother asked her, flinching.    

(…)

Qotho seized the man who had been her brother by the arms.

(…)

And upended the pot over the head of the man who had been her brother. – Daenerys V

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Trading versus taking

She saw a beautiful feathered cloak from the Summer Isles, and took it for a gift. In return, she gave the merchant a silver medallion from her belt. That was how it was done among the Dothraki. – Daenerys VI

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She did take a dozen flasks of scented oils, the perfumes of her childhood; she had only to close her eyes and sniff them and she could see the big house with the red door once more. When Doreah looked longingly at a fertility charm at a magician’s booth, Dany took that too and gave it to the handmaid, thinking that now she should find something for Irri and Jhiqui as well. – Daenerys VI

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Madness

Was it madness that seized her then, born of fear?

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This is madness, she told herself as she lifted the black-and-scarlet egg from the velvet. – Daenerys VI

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They thought her mad, Dany realized.

(…)

"You are mad," the godswife said hoarsely.

"Is it so far from madness to wisdom?" Dany asked. – Daenerys X

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The price she’s willing to pay

Across the road, a girl no older than Dany was sobbing in a high thin voice as a rider shoved her over a pile of corpses, facedown, and thrust himself inside her. Other riders dismounted to take their turns. That was the sort of deliverance the Dothraki brought the Lamb Men.

I am the blood of the dragon, Daenerys Targaryen reminded herself as she turned her face away. She pressed her lips together and hardened her heart and rode on toward the gate.

This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne. – Daenerys VII

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A glimpse into the future – carnage in the sacred city

Dany commanded Ser Jorah and the warriors of her khas to guard the entrance and make certain no one set the building afire while they were still inside. – Daenerys VII

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I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear it by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh. – Daenerys IX

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They were hers

They passed other women being raped. Each time Dany reined up, sent her khas to make an end to it, and claimed the victim as slave. – Daenerys VII

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“You cannot claim them all, child,” Ser Jorah said, the fourth time they stopped, while the warriors of her khas herded her new slaves behind her. – Daenerys VII

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The speaker was one of the slaves she had claimed, the heavy, flat-nosed woman who had blessed her. – Daenerys VII  

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And after them came her handmaids, and then the others, all the Dothraki, men and women and children, and Dany had only to look at their eyes to know that they were hers now, today and tomorrow and forever, hers as they had never been Drogo's. – Daenerys X

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Khaleesi’s bloodriders kill Drogo’s, positioning them as rival khals

Ser Jorah brought his longsword down with all the strength left him, through flesh and muscle and bone, and Qotho’s forearm dangled loose, flopping on a thin cord of skin and sinew. The knight’s next cut was at the Dothraki’s ear, so savage that Qotho’s face seemed almost to explode. – Daenerys VIII

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Rakharo was fighting Haggo, arakh dancing with arakh until Jhogo’s whip cracked, loud as thunder, the lash coiling around Haggo’s throat. A yank, and the bloodrider stumbled backward, losing his feet and his sword. Rakharo sprang forward, howling, swinging his arakh down with both hands through the top of Haggo’s head. – Daenerys VIII

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She tried to crawl toward the tent, but Cohollo caught her. Fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back and she felt the cold touch of his knife at her throat. “My baby,” she screamed, and perhaps the gods heard, for as quick as that, Cohollo was dead. Aggo’s arrow took him under the arm, to pierce his lungs and heart. – Daenerys VIII

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The least subtle dream you’ll ever come across

She was walking down a long hall beneath high stone arches. She could not look behind her, must not look behind her. There was a door ahead of her, tiny with distance, but even from afar, she saw that it was painted red. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the stone. – Daenerys IX

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but suddenly the stars were gone, and across the blue sky swept the great wings, and the world took flame. – Daenerys IX

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The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. – Daenerys IX

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And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own. – Daenerys IX

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After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars.        

She woke to the taste of ashes. – Daenerys IX  

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Daenerys saves

“I spoke for you,” she said, anguished. “I saved you.”                      

“Saved me?” The Lhazareen woman spat. “Three riders had taken me, not as a man takes a woman but from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The fourth was in me when you rode past. How then did you save me? I saw my god’s house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting. My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past. I  heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips. Tell me again what you saved.” – Daenerys IX  

x

“I am tired of the maegi’s braying,” Dany told Jhogo. He took his whip to her, and after that the godswife kept silent. – Daenerys X

x

“Ser Jorah, take this maegi and bind her to the pyre.”                

“To the … my queen, no, hear me …” – Daenerys X

x

“You will not hear me scream,” Mirri responded as the oil dripped from her hair and soaked her clothing.

“I will,” Dany said, “but it is not your screams I want, only your life.  – Daenerys X

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The birth of dragons or the destruction of King’s Landing?

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders.

(…)

The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder. Only death can pay for life.

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing.

(…)

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. – Daenerys X

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Doomed Robb Stark is married to his sword, while doomed Daenerys is the bride of fire

He had pledged himself to marry a daughter of Walder Frey, but she saw his true bride plain before her now: the sword he had laid on the table.  – Catelyn XI, AGOT

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The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought. – Daenerys X

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No regrets, if she looks back she is lost

"That was a lie you told yourself. You knew the price."          

Had she? Had she? If I look back I am lost. – Daenerys IX

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STARK v TARG

Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved. The sack of King's Landing by the ones Viserys called the Usurper's dogs, the lords Lannister and Stark. – Daenerys I

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Jon is all garnet, no ruby. He lacks the fire. 

"Rubies," Sansa said, lost. "What rubies?"

Arya gave her a look like she was so stupid. "Rhaegar's rubies. This is where King Robert killed him and won the crown." – Sansa I, AGOT

x

The pommel was a hunk of pale stone weighted with lead to balance the long blade. It had been carved into the likeness of a snarling wolf's head, with chips of garnet set into the eyes. 

[…]

The direwolf's red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. "Look. It's you." – Jon VIII, AGOT

x

As he entered his lord father's solar a few moments later, he heard a voice saying, ". . . cherrywood for the scabbards, bound in red leather and ornamented with a row of lion's-head studs in pure gold. Perhaps with garnets for the eyes . . ."

"Rubies," Lord Tywin said. "Garnets lack the fire." – Tyrion IV, ASOS

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Rhaegal’s egg changed colours, depending on how Daenerys looked at it.

One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks that came and went depending on how Dany turned it. – Daenerys II

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Do ants bite, Daenerys?

The gaunt outlines of huge catapults and monstrous wooden cranes stood sentry up there, like the skeletons of great birds, and among them walked men in black as small as ants. – Jon III

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“No dragon,” Irri said. “Brave men kill them, for dragon terrible evil beasts. It is known.”                 

“It is known,” agreed Jhiqui. – Daenerys III

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Someone suggests a Faceless Man do it.

Ned bowed, and turned on his heel without another word. He could feel Robert's eyes on his back. As he strode from the council chambers, the discussion resumed with scarcely a pause. "On Braavos there is a society called the Faceless Men," Grand Maester Pycelle offered.                 

"Do you have any idea how costly they are?" Littlefinger complained. "You could hire an army of common sellswords for half the price, and that's for a merchant. I don't dare think what they might ask for a princess." - Eddard VIII

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Jorah not a fan of Lord Stark.

"You hate this Lord Stark," Dany said.

"He took from me all I loved, for the sake of a few lice-ridden poachers and his precious honor," Ser Jorah said bitterly. From his tone, she could tell the loss still pained him. – Daenerys IV

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Jon doesn’t think too highly of Jorah Mormont.

When Jon did not appear to fetch the Old Bear's breakfast from the kitchen, they'd look in his cell and find Longclaw on the bed. It had been hard to abandon it, but Jon was not so lost to honor as to take it with him. Even Jorah Mormont had not done that, when he fled in disgrace. – Jon IX

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He filled his fist and tossed the raw red morsels into the cage, and the squawking and squabbling grew hotter. Feathers flew as two of the larger birds fought over a choice piece. – Jon VIII

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While we’re on the topic of big birds,

She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the pigeon. It was a plump one, speckled brown, busily pecking at a crust that had fallen between two cobblestones, but when Arya's shadow touched it, it took to the air.

Her stick sword whistled out and caught it two feet off the ground, and it went down in a flurry of brown feathers. She was on it in the blink of an eye, grabbing a wing as the pigeon flapped and fluttered. It pecked at her hand. She grabbed its neck and twisted until she felt the bone snap. – Arya V

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Dragons don’t frighten Arya, she has her steel in hand.

This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. Arya held the candle over her head. With each step she took, the shadows moved against the walls, as if they were turning to watch her pass. "Dragons," she whispered. She slid Needle out from under her cloak. The slender blade seemed very small and the dragons very big, yet somehow Arya felt better with steel in her hand. – Arya IV

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Daenerys spots a dancing shadow of a great wolf in her magic death tent.

No, Dany wanted to say, no, not that, you mustn't, but when she opened her mouth, a long wail of pain escaped, and the sweat broke over her skin. What was wrong with them, couldn't they see? Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames. – Daenerys VIII 

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King Jon Stark defeats the sea raiders and slavers from Valyria, travelling from across the narrow sea.

He looked at the passing faces and the tales came back to him. The maester had told him the stories, and Old Nan had made them come alive. “That one is Jon Stark. When the sea raiders landed in the east, he drove them out and built the castle at White Harbor. – Bran VII

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If the icy breath caught her, she would die.

"I should have thought that heat ill suits you Starks," Littlefinger said. "Here in the south, they say you are all made of ice, and melt when you ride below the Neck."    

x

The red door was so far ahead of her, and she could feel the icy breath behind, sweeping up on her. If it caught her she would die a death that was more than death, howling forever alone in the darkness. She began to run. – Daenerys IX

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SOMEONE IS SHARPENING THEIR KNIFE, DAENERYS

“Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horselord. What of it? Shall we send her a wedding gift?”

The king frowned. “A knife, perhaps. A good sharp one, and a bold man to wield it.” – Eddard II

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“Kiss her?” Ser Barristan repeated, aghast.

“A steel kiss,” said Littlefinger.

Robert turned to face his Hand. “Well, there it is, Ned. You and Selmy stand alone on this matter. The only question that remains is, who can we find to kill her?” – Eddard VIII

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Her words were a knife through Dany’s breast. – Daenerys VIII

x

Mirri Maz Duur chanted words in a tongue that Dany did not know, and a knife appeared in her hand. Dany never saw where it came from. – Daenerys VIII

x

Another pain grasped her, and Dany bit back a scream. It felt as if her son had a knife in each hand, as if he were hacking at her to cut his way out. – Daenerys VIII

x

A great knife of pain ripped down her back, and she felt her skin tear open and smelled the stench of burning blood and saw the shadow of wings. – Daenerys IX

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The bird carcass slid where?

There was still half a honeyed chicken in the center of the table. Jon reached out to tear off a leg, then had a better idea. He knifed the bird whole and let the carcass slide to the floor between his legs. – Jon I

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When they were alone, Ser Jorah drew his dagger. Deftly, with a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he began to scrape away the black leaves and dried blue mud from Drogo’s chest. The plaster had caked hard as the mud walls of the Lamb Men, and like those walls it cracked easily. Ser Jorah broke the dry mud with his knife, pried the chunks from the flesh, peeled off the leaves one by one. A foul, sweet smell rose from the wound, so thick it almost choked her. The leaves were crusted with blood and pus, Drogo’s breast black and glistening with corruption. – Daenerys VIII

A dagger / blue / cracked walls / a foul sweet smell / rose.

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . – Daenerys IV, ACOK

Beautful, @shieldofrohan.

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STORM x STORM

An alliance foretold

The realm will rise for its rightful king. Tyrell, Redwyne, Darry, Greyjoy, they have no more love for the Usurper than I do. The Dornishmen burn to avenge Elia and her children. And the smallfolk will be with us. They cry out for their king. – Daenerys I

x

Savage beasts he did not fear, nor any man who had ever drawn breath, but the sea was a different matter. To the Dothraki, water that a horse could not drink was something foul; the heaving grey-green plains of the ocean filled them with superstitious loathing. Drogo was a bolder man than the other horselords in half a hundred ways, she had found … but not in this. If only she could get him onto a ship ... – Daenerys VI

x

“The narrow sea would still lie between us. I shall fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.” – Eddard VIII

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Dothraki & Greyjoy parallels galore! (Dothraki Sea edition)

“The Dothraki sea,” Ser Jorah Mormont said as he reined to a halt beside her on the top of the ridge. – Daenerys III

@agentrouka-blog & @aegor-bamfsteel double team me, and end my life.

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Dothraki & Greyjoy parallels galore! (Pillaging, plundering, and pilfering edition)

Beyond the horse gate, plundered gods and stolen heroes loomed to either side of them. The forgotten deities of dead cities brandished their broken thunderbolts at the sky as Dany rode her silver past their feet. Stone kings looked down on her from their thrones, their faces chipped and stained, even their names lost in the mists of time. – Daenerys IV

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Dothraki & Greyjoy parallels galore! (Do not build edition)

"Your brother had part of the truth," Ser Jorah admitted. "The Dothraki do not build. A thousand years ago, to make a house, they would dig a hole in the earth and cover it with a woven grass roof. The buildings you see were made by slaves brought here from lands they've plundered, and they built each after the fashion of their own peoples." – Daenerys IV

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Dothraki & Greyjoy parallels galore! (Buying vs taking edition)

The caravans made their way to Vaes Dothrak from east and west not so much to sell to the Dothraki as to trade with each other, Ser Jorah had explained. The riders let them come and go unmolested, so long as they observed the peace of the sacred city, did not profane the Mother of Mountains or the Womb of the World, and honored the crones of the dosh khaleen with the traditional gifts of salt, silver, and seed. The Dothraki did not truly comprehend this business of buying and selling. – Daenerys VI 

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Dothraki & Greyjoy parallels galore! (Do not plant or sow edition)

Dothraki hooves had torn the earth and trampled the rye and lentils into the ground, while arakhs and arrows had sown a terrible new crop and watered it with blood. – Daenerys VII

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Daenerys Stormborn ❤️ The Storm

She lifted her head. "And I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo."  – Daenerys IX

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A smile played across Euron's blue lips. "I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last. I have taken the Silence on longer voyages than this, and ones far more hazardous. Have you forgotten? I have sailed the Smoking Sea and seen Valyria." – The Reaver, AFFC

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Black iron Euron?

Monsters stood in the grass beside the road; black iron dragons with jewels for eyes, roaring griffins, manticores with their barbed tails poised to strike, and other beasts she could not name. – Daenerys IV

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Daenerys Targaryen has no time for gods

She wondered what the Lamb Men had thought, when they first saw the dust of their horses from atop those cracked-mud walls. Perhaps a few, the younger and more foolish who still believed that the gods heard the prayers of desperate men, took it for deliverance. – Daenerys IV  

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Maegi and wizard killed when their dark magic doesn’t satisfy those they serve

“You will not hear me scream,” Mirri responded as the oil dripped from her hair and soaked her clothing.

“I will,” Dany said, “but it is not your screams I want, only your life. – Daenerys X

x

The Crow’s Eye sipped from his silver cup. “I once held a dragon’s egg in this hand, brother. This Myrish wizard swore he could hatch it if I gave him a year and all the gold that he required. When I grew bored with his excuses, I slew him. As he watched his entrails sliding through his fingers he said, ‘But it has not been a year.’” He laughed.  – The Reaver, AFFC

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GREATEST UNSOLVED MYSTERIES, THE FOSTERING OF SWEETROBIN

 Casterly Rock? No.

"We both did." Ned paused a moment. "Catelyn fears for her sister. How does Lysa bear her grief?"

Robert's mouth gave a bitter twist. "Not well, in truth," he admitted. "I think losing Jon has driven the woman mad, Ned. She has taken the boy back to the Eyrie. Against my wishes. I had hoped to foster him with Tywin Lannister at Casterly Rock. Jon had no brothers, no other sons. Was I supposed to leave him to be raised by women?" – Eddard I

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Dragonstone? No.

"His lord father agreed with you," said a voice at her elbow. She turned to behold Maester Colemon, a cup of wine in his hand. "He was planning to send the boy to Dragonstone for fostering, you know … oh, but I'm speaking out of turn." The apple of his throat bobbed anxiously beneath the loose maester's chain. "I fear I've had too much of Lord Hunter's excellent wine. The prospect of bloodshed has my nerves all a-fray …"

"You are mistaken, Maester," Catelyn said. "It was Casterly Rock, not Dragonstone, and those arrangements were made after the Hand's death, without my sister's consent." – Catelyn VII

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Winterfell? No.

he ought not to be so open in her contempt, she knew, but her parting from the Eyrie had not been pleasant. She had offered to take Lord Robert with her, to foster him at Winterfell for a few years. The company of other boys would do him good, she had dared to suggest. Lysa's rage had been frightening to behold. – Catelyn VIII

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The Twins? No.

"I was speaking of your sister. I proposed that Lord and Lady Arryn foster two of my grandsons at court, and offered to take their own son to ward here at the Twins. – Catelyn IX

I’m on the scent!

JONSA ❤️ (Best for last!)

So here’s the thing, @ladyofasoiaf already put together the manual on all jonsa foreshadowing in the books. Repeating it all here would be a waste of time, and take up a lot of space.

Instead I’m going to include small things that don’t appear in that post, and you can cross reference. Is this major stuff? No. You can find that all in the link. Remember though, jonsa never stops delivering.

Waymar or Jon?

Ha! Not even my re-read, but we have to include it. @astradrifting takes a deeper dive into the AGOT Prologue, and finds even more Jon and Waymar parallels.

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Sansa needs a good steward!

@trins-trins with a lovely observation!

It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward. – Arya I, AGOT

x

"Matthar, to the rangers. Dareon, to the stewards. Todder, to the rangers. Jon, to the stewards."

The stewards! For a moment Jon could not believe what he had heard. – Jon VI

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A problem with only one solution

The stage is set: Jon dreams of being Lord of Winterfell, while Catelyn has nightmares of her grandchildren’s claim to Winterfell being contested.

How does the author satisfy both?

Catelyn said nothing. Let Ned work it out in his own mind; her voice would not be welcome now. Yet gladly would she have kissed the maester just then. His was the perfect solution. Benjen Stark was a Sworn Brother. Jon would be a son to him, the child he would never have. And in time the boy would take the oath as well. He would father no sons who might someday contest with Catelyn's own grandchildren for Winterfell. – Catelyn II 

x

Cersei could not have been pleased by her lord husband's by-blows, yet in the end it mattered little whether the king had one bastard or a hundred. Law and custom gave the baseborn few rights. Gendry, the girl in the Vale, the boy at Storm's End, none of them could threaten Robert's trueborn children …  – Eddard VII

x

He had thought on it long and hard, lying abed at night while his brothers slept around him. Robb would someday inherit Winterfell, would command great armies as the Warden of the North. Bran and Rickon would be Robb's bannermen and rule holdfasts in his name. His sisters Arya and Sansa would marry the heirs of other great houses and go south as mistress of castles of their own. But what place could a bastard hope to earn? – Jon I 

x

What kind of man stole his own brother’s birthright? I have no right to this, he thought, no more than to Ice. – Jon VIII

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I spy blue flowers

Blue flowers spotted where Sansa builds Winterfell, and tastes ghostly silent drifting snowflakes on her lips. Is this jonsa foreshadowing? Of course not, what a stretch. I’m still including it though, because they rage at the flowers every single time.

If anything, it serves as a nice reminder that weirwood trees (ahem) don’t take root in the Vale, and never will.

Lysa's apartments opened over a small garden, a circle of dirt and grass planted with blue flowers and ringed on all sides by tall white towers. The builders had intended it as a godswood, but the Eyrie rested on the hard stone of the mountain, and no matter how much soil was hauled up from the Vale, they could not get a weirwood to take root here. – Catelyn VI

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A black bastard king steals a little bird from a Lannister

“That’s the real king of this castle right there, older than sin and twice as mean... One time the king was feasting the queen’s father, and that black bastard hopped up on the table and snatched a roast quail right out of Lord Tywin’s fingers. Robert laughed so hard he was like to burst. You stay away from that one, child.” – Arya III

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Our favourite waycastles

Snow was smaller than Stone, a single  fortified tower and a timber keep and stable hidden behind a low wall of unmortared rock. Yet it nestled against the Giant’s Lance in such a way as to command the entire stone stair above the lower waycastle. An enemy intent on the Eyrie would have to fight his way from Stone step by step, while rocks and arrows rained down from Snow above. – Catelyn VII

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Where would she go?

✨ beyond the walls ✨ beyond the walls ✨

"Freedom of the castle" meant that she could go wherever she chose within the Red Keep so long as she promised not to go beyond the walls, a promise Sansa had been more than willing to give. She couldn't have gone beyond the walls anyway. The gates were watched day and night by Janos Slynt's gold cloaks, and Lannister house guards were always about as well. Besides, even if she could leave the castle, where would she go? – Sansa V

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Her prince—no, her king!— dressed exactly like a Targaryen.

Something we’ll see repeated by Tyrion Lannister on her wedding day.

Her prince—no, her king now!—took the steps of the Iron Throne two at a time, while his mother was seated with the council. Joff wore plush black velvets slashed with crimson, a shimmering cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar, and on his head a golden crown crusted with rubies and black diamonds. – Sansa V

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Oh my goodness, that was more than I anticipated.

Fam, it’s been a blast. Like always, please feel free to message me if I forgot something or didn’t give proper credit.

Bring on A Clash of Kings!

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

To Love & To Hold... Even With Vervain Skin - Part 1 {Klaroline}

To Love & To Hold... Even With Vervain Skin {Part 1}

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to it's rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me and the story you are getting the idea from.

Warnings: Cami Bashing, Daviana Bashing

Info You Might Need To Know: "Speaking", The spell here, turned Caroline's skin into vervain, for vampires

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: What if, when Caroline has the vervain spell on her, the gang, out of options. Decides to call the Big Bad wolf. It isn't far-fetched to say that the love of his life having vervain skin, is against his interests as well. So this story will clearly end in one of two ways. Either the heretic's will be forced to remove the spell, or Klaus is gonna end up building a heck of a tolerance to vervain.

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Today's Special

Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere.

~Michael Jackson

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Enzo felt guilt eat up at him as he watched Caroline cuddle Bonnie, the only one of her friends she would touch without hurting anyone.

This was his fault, is he did hand her over to them then she wound't have to stupid vervain spell placed on her in the first place.

But how would he possibly fix this mistake?

Bonnie had tried everything and it didn't work; and he didn't know any other witches either.

Suddenly, an idea struck Enzo and a smirk appeared onto his face. "Hey gorgeous." He called, walking up to the pair of girls.

The blond in question raised her head, "Hum?"

"Can I borrow your phone, I need to make a call." He said.

"What happened to yours?" Bonnie questioned.

"It's batteries died. I'm still not used to charging it." The older vampire lied effortlessly.

"All right." Caroline sighed, handing her phone over to him. "But make it quick."

Enzo rolled his eyes, "Honestly, I don't think I'd ever be able to understand your generation and their attachment to their gadgets."

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Once Enzo was sure he was out of the baby vampire's hearing range, he opened up her contacts. He scrolled through them, desperately trying to find one labeled, 'Klaus'.

But had no luck.

So he decided to start from the top once again. This time, a name stood out to him. 'Nik'. Didn't Damon mention that Klaus' full name was Niklaus.

Hoping he was right, Enzo quickly clicked the number. Before the first ring was even finished, the person on the other end had picked up.

"Hello love. To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call this fine morning?" A voice practically purred.

"Sorry. Not gorgeous." Enzo informed the man. By the sound of it, it looks like this was the man he was looking for.

"Why do you have Caroline's phone?" Klaus demanded, all pleasantness void from his voice.

Enzo had to force himself to not back down in front of the ice cold tone. "Listen, I mean her no harm. But she has a particularly nasty spell on her. She could really use your help."

"What happened?" Klaus asked, pouring himself a drink.

"A heretic, a siphon witch and vampire hybrid put a spell on Caroline. Because of it, her skin is vervain to any vampire who touches it. Bonnie has tried to remove the spell, but failed. So I was hoping you may know a witch who could help. Because you know, her burning you whenever you touch her, makes for a pretty sad love story. One you know she'd never go for. So witches?"

"I know several." Klaus answered. "I'll bring one down to help. If she isn't willing, I'll drag her by her hair if I have to."

"What time should I expect you?" Enzo asked.

"I'll be there in two hours." Klaus answered.

Enzo blinked surprised. He expected a response, but not one that quick. But he guessed a perk of being a thousand year old hybrid is the various resources at your fingertips.

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Klaus started making arrangements as soon as he hung up the call. He took the rest of his drink like a shot, and proceeded to walk out of his room.

He texted one of his compelled vampire's to make arrangements to get their plane ready. The quicker he got there, the better.

He knew that Caroline was a very social creature by nature. He could only imagine how horrible it must be for her, not being able to come in contact with the people around her; knowing that if she did. She'd only be hurting them.

He refused to let her suffer when he could prevent it.

It was a spell he was dealing with, so as much as he admitted it. He was going to need Kol's expert opinion on this one.

Klaus flashed to Rousseau's, where Kol would be found this time of day. The hybrid walked into the bar to find his brother sitting on one of the stools, the harvest girl desperately hanging off of him. Eating up every word he said.

Cami was working one of the early shifts today, he recalled with a sight, meaning Marcel would be here today too.

"Kol." Klaus called, gaming his little brother's attention. "Get up. We need to leave. And the drink stays behind, I need you sober for this."

Kol protested as his brother grabbed his arm, "What! No. I'm staying."

"We're going to Mystic Falls. You're gonna end up seeing the Bennett witch." Klaus tempted him. And his brother, ever so taken by the Bennett witch, quikly stood up.

"Why didn't you say so?" He asked cheerfully. "Why couldn't you have led with that."

Daviana's nails dug into her palm painfully as she watched how excited Kol got at the mere mention of this witch.

"So what happened to Caroline?" Kol asked, curious.

Klaus' eyes narrowed, "How do you know something happened to Caroline?" Klaus demanded.

Kol rolled his eyes, "Please. Why else would you be making this trip to Mystic Falls. So what happened to her?"

Klaus sighed, "She got cursed. A spell was put on her, that turned her skin into vervain for vampires."

"Who's Caroline?" Cami asked, eavesdropping onto their conversation.

Kol, never liking the trampy bartender, smirked, "She's the love of Nik's eternal life."

This caught Marcel's attention too.

"I want to come along."

"Take me with you!"

"I'm coming too!"

Marcel, Daviana, and Cami said in unison.

Klaus was about to say no, but was cut off by Kol, "Sure."

"They aren't coming." Klaus growled at the younger original.

"Oh, and why not?" Kol asked. "We need a witch. I'm willing to bet my poor Bonnie has already exhausted herself silly trying to find a way to break the spell. She deserves some rest. I honestly couldn't care less about Marcel. But I truly want to see the look on Cami's face when she realizes she's nothing but a cheap Caroline copy." Kol said shamelessly.

He didn't voice it, but Kol was quite fond of the baby vampire that had captured his brother's undead heart. The woman was the only one who had the decency to cover his charred corpse.

"Fine." Klaus caved. The longer he spent here, the more time Caroline spent under that spell. So he'd give his brother this one, if it meant they'd be on that plane quicker.

Kol laughs, "I guess if we can't find a way to break the spell, or cure her. Then you're gonna have to build up quite a tolerance to vervain, won't you."

Klaus glared at his brother, but didn't deny his statement.

Cami laughed, thinking he was joking, but was shut up when Klaus interrupted her, "I would."

Cami watched, shocked, "Surely you're joking."

Klaus, without sparing her a single glance, answered, "Of course I would. If nothing else can be done about her condition. Then that's what I'm going to have to do. I'm not going to spend eternity without touching her again, just because it burns a bit."

Marcel listened to his anwer, his mouth gaping open. Vervain was like acid to a vampire. He should know, consideirng her spend months torturing himself by drinking it. Just so Klaus wouldn't win. Much good that did. Klaus still got that city. But he knew how much it hurt. So saying it burned a bit, was a clear understatement.

But Klaus would happily supper that pain if Caroline would allow him to hold her.

*****

I ended up hitting a bit of a roadblock with this idea, so I decided to split this chapter up into two parts. The second one is likely gonna be longer.

I watched episode 2 of the Originals, for the sake of my story "Expecting Pups". And there was one Cami scene. Like just seeing her one screen made me wanna bash my head into a wall. I haven't really watched much of the Originals yet either, but from what I heard. She literally tried to diagnose him with things (one of which I hear to being practically daddy issues). And tried to make excuses for his behavior.

Something I loved about Caroline was she never made excuses for him. She knew he was a bad person, but she still loved him. She did try to bring out his humanity, but never tried to change him completely or excuse his actions. One of the reasons she resisted him so much was because she knew he was bad.

I guess the writers for the originals wanted to destroy his character either way. So they didn't really care how bad Cami was for his character.

Like I watched a video titled Cami and Hayley bossing Klaus and Elijah around for four minutes (or something like that). and it disgusted me. Like come on, he's not afraid to slap girls (example: when he bitch slapped Elena)

Also, if you liked my story. Go check out Klaroline Mikaelson on ; she has a similar story of Klaus helping Caroline when she has vervain skin, up there. Along with other great Klaroline fanfics.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE!

[arkhamsunflowers]

im bored in chemistry soo hi hi

A is for ALLESO: Wheres the Van is pretty good. ofc i will give you my all and donacdum are great as well

B is for BALDWINS LAMENT: i wish the heists weren't so scattered on console so the story is more cohesive. pretty sure console is missing a good chunk of all the newer stuff

C is for CONTRACTOR: the Dentist, i replay his heists the most

D is for DLC: Hotline Miami, i love jacket sm

E is for ECMs: i cant really answer this since ive never done stealth good, but Big Oil is fun

F is for FUUUUUUU: any forced stealth hiests, i play dodge but no matter what some cop is gonna spot me

H is for HIEST: Heat Street. its super fun

I for ILIJA: depends on the hiest. I usually only get things for Big Bank and the Diamond hiest

J is for JOKERS: Bain knowing the Mercy Hospital job was a bad idea but doing it anyway

K is for KILLKILLKILL: axe

L is for LIVE ACTION: Jimmy holding the main 4 hostage and them being horribly confused

M is for MASKS: Richard (not returns), Wolf, Sokol and Dallas. The Corey mask is also cool

N is for NO MERCY: i dont really have any?

O is for OVERKILL: killing a dozer with melee at super low health and no armor

P is for PAYDAY: i just really want some of the DLC characters to make a comeback. i love the main 4 but i also want sokol and jacket yknow

Q is for QUIT: getting downed by a sniper for the final time as i'm running for the van on a team of AI

R is for RESERVOIR DOGS: i think it would be cool for James Bond or something. i really hope they bring back some of the old crossovers especially considering how much they're tied ro the story now. Ofc i think it would be hilarious if there was another crossover from a character played by Keanu Reeves since we already have 2 (bodi and John Wick) Matrix?

S is for STOIC: no surprise here but Sociopath. after i complete that ill start working on Ex-presidents or Maniac

T is for TASER: going to melee an enemy only to realise last second it was actually a cloaker smh

U is for UKRAINIAN: him asking if we were experiencing radiation poisoning in meltdown

V is for VILLIAN: Dentist? hes the reason half of the things happen ig.

W is for WE CALL THIS A DIFFICULTLY TWEAK: Hard and normal. i've started playing harder missions though

X is for XENODIAGNOSIS: yes and no. im gonna miss him in Payday3 but he's technically still alive?? like hes in the presidents body so like ig its fine that he died

Y is for YULE: sometimes. i hate halloween missions sm though

Z is for ZEAL: im hyperfixated on it lmafo. but honestly its a pretty replayable game and its super fun. i do wish console got updates but ill just wait untill i can get a good computer to play Payday on it.

The ABCs of Payday - Q&A edition

You can either answer all of these yourself & tag people to also complete it, or you can RB and your followers can pick a letter and you answer. Or you can just do nothing that's cool too ig.

A is for ALESSO: favourite track?

B is for BALDWIN'S LAMENT: any regrets or things you wish were different about the game/story?

C is for CONTRACTORS: favourite contractor and why?

D is for DLC: favourite DLC you own?

E is for ECMS: favourite stealth/stealth-only heist?

F is for FUUUUUUU: most-hated heist?

G is for GENSEC: favourite pager line?

H is for HEIST: all-time favourite heist?

I is for ILIJA: are you a favours lover or do you prefer the challenge of going in without favours?

J is for JOKERS: dumbest thing/moment about the series?

K is for KILLKILLKILL: favourite/best way to kill cops?

L is for LIVE-ACTION: favourite live-action/web series moment?

M is for MASKS: favourite mask/s?

N is for NO MERCY: hot take/unpopular opinion about the games?

O is for OVERKILL: best/coolest thing you've ever done in-game?

P is for PAYDAY 3: hopes for Payday 3?

Q is for QUIT: what makes you rage/quit?

R is for RESERVOIR DOGS: cross-overs you'd like to see in Payday 3?

S is for STOIC: favourite/most-used perk deck?

T is for TASER: most surprising moment/thing that happened in-game?

U is for UKRAINIAN: favourite Vlad moment?

V is for VILLAIN: favourite baddie and why?

W is for WE CALL THIS A DIFFICULTY TWEAK: preferred/most-played difficulty?

X is for XENODIAGNOSIS: would you want Bain's disease to be curable and why/not?

Y is for YULE: do you typically play seasonal updates and why/why not?

Z is for ZEAL: what makes you excited about Payday and keeps you coming back to play again and again?

[tooktheladdedgbtq]

....and the Oscar goes to.. | Tom Holland X Male!actor reader. 

A/N: this was just something I wrote because I got inspired I guess. Happy Pride everyone!

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You couldn’t decide whether time was slipping through your fingers too quickly or if this had been the longest night you’d ever experienced.

seconds slowed to a crawl while you tried to gather yourself before it was your turn to take the stage. You were nervous. Not about being at the oscars or presenting for the first time. Not even about being nominated for your leading role in the second installment of a critically acclaimed trilogy. No, you’d been used to these sorts of things, you’d been an actor since you were a very young kid. Starting on television before film, and you even got to hold the Emmy the show had won when you had just turned a teenager.

No, you were nervous about who exactly you’d be presenting to. Of the five nominees and potential winners, only one could cause such an intensive feeling in your chest. Only one could awaken a sense of dread that battled with a feeling of intensive happiness mixed with anticipation, and it was Tom.

You’d known each other for years and had come to fall in love. You’d met as young co-stars on set and eventually grew into an inseparable friendship that progressed into something far more. Neither of you were sure when the feelings started but it felt like they’d always been there and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Your blissfulness with Tom was beautiful but short lived. After almost a year of being official you both agreed to take a break from the relationship. Unbeknownst to Tom you were just agreeing to save face and hadn’t pried for an answer out of fear of being hurt. You just accepted that this was how things were now, and took a step back.

You’d still kept in contact with him. It was hard not to. He was still your best friend. But whether it was the business of work or something a little more awkward, distance grew between you both as the multi-hour long facetime calls and text threads became once-a-week check-ins to just make sure you were alive and okay.

Time had passed, and you didn’t have a clue what you could possibly say to him now. You certainly didn’t want to ruin his special night. But you’d missed him so much and felt like you would implode at the first sign that he’d be interested in getting back together with you. But you also didn’t want to seem desperate or needy if he’d moved on. You didn’t want to slip and say those three words again in the moment.

Father time showed you no mercy as the sand in his hourglass suddenly shifted from a slow-motion drip to a flood. The seconds you’d spent daydreaming of your past with Tom and pondering about the your potential future had passed and left you with little time to gather yourself before presenting. still you shook your hands, arms, and lastly shoulders, putting all your worries aside and waited for introduction from the host.

Before long you’d been counted in to walking on stage, and heard the host over the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to present the award and introduce the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, please welcome one of this year’s nominees and one of our generation’s greatest talents: Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

The applause erupts from the audience like a revved up engine as you took center but it was nothing compared to the standing ovation you’d receive later on that night when receiving your own award for Best Actor.

You were stood promptly center staged with the towering Oscar statue reflecting onto the black stage floor beneath your feet. Your outfit was alluring and would surely be the next hot topic which is rare for male stars. You looked like a million bucks. Everyone knew it, most of all, Tom.

You smile and wave as you approach the microphone, your teeth shining a blinding white, and wait for a hush from the crowd.

You chuckle lightly as a few hoots and hollers sound out as the cheers subside.

You eye the monitor across the room and start to read, your nerves dying down as your jokes land and laughter echoes around the room.

As you finish the introduction, clips start to show behind you to accompany the names of the nominees as the cameras catch a glimpse of each of their reactions.

You couldn’t help but notice how tough the competition was as each actor was called. Steven Yuen playing a detective in a thrilling murder mystery. John David Washington in a fictional film playing the world’s first black astronaut aiding in the discovery of lovecraftian horrors. Andrew Garfield for his role as a psychotic narcissist and genius businessman. Oscar Issac acting in a sci fi space opera asking questions of existentialism.

Finally, you had to withhold your smile as you called out the last name. He had returned to his Billy Elliot roots being nominated for his role in a astonishing musical romance film. “Tom Holland.” You’d been ecstatic when he’d told you about it as you’d always recommend he tried it again since it made him so happy in his younger years.

You spot him a few rows from the stage, making eye contact with him and wondering if he was thinking about you the way you had done with him earlier. You couldn’t help but notice him squirming in his chair and fidgeting with his hands. Selfishly asking yourself if this wasn’t just about the award but about having you present it to him.

Seeing you here after what felt like an eternity apart and your reunion potentially being the greatest achievement of both your careers. Making it the greatest night of your lives, that is, if you were still together. But you were still best friends. That’s what mattered. So you push your self centered thoughts aside and shoot him a small wave that he returns with a smile and thumbs up. letting you know he was okay and that you could continue as the camera pans back to you capturing your not so hidden giddiness.

This awarded some small oos and aahs from the crowd as your relationship with him had been a wholly celebrated one. especially among your marvel peers.

You’re handed an envelope and statue as the music ends and the applause dies down and you take one final glare into the camera before beginning to open the envelope.

“....and the Oscar goes to,” you take a peek at the crowd and see some of the nominees holding hands with loved ones. others plainly

awaiting your next words with bated breath. The anticipation shone on everyone’s faces. Even those that weren’t nominated. Your not-so-hidden grin giving away the answer mere milliseconds before his name escaped your lips. “Tom Holland!”

Tom shot up with a shared expression of shock and happiness on his face. Pecking his mother on the cheek as she wipes the tears of pride from her eyes. His best mate Harrison gives him a quick embrace and a pat on the back before he moves on to shake hands with the director and smile at everyone cheering him on as he gradually moves toward the stage still completely baffled at the victory.

As he walks towards you in his pink pastel colored suit and brown leather dress shoes you can’t help but swell with an overwhelming feeling of joy having been here to share this career defining moment with him. You thought about how far you’d both come to get here and almost started tearing up remembering all you’d been through together.

He skipped up the miniature steps and blanketed you with both arms. You didn’t want it to end as you hadn’t felt it in a while. You threw your arms around his neck and he tightens his hold around your torso. Before you could even process them, your blunt thoughts spill out as whispers.

“I’m so incredibly proud of you. you deserve this and so much more.” you hear a small chuckle escape him as he responds. “I am trying not to cry y’know mate?” a wolf whistle comes from the crowd as you apologize for being so sappy and before he can tell you off for it you hand him his award and shove him off toward the microphone.

As he takes center stage you stand off to the side to watch him give his acceptance speech. He pauses and takes a second to gather himself before he starts talking straight from his heart with nothing prepared.

“Um, Wow. I really can’t believe this is really happening and I probably still won’t believe it happened tomorrow. Just.. wow.” his words were filled with that charmingly British accent you’d come to love so much.

“First I would like to thank my mother, without whom of course, I would not be here. I would like to thank the academy and everyone who worked on this movie from the producers and camera men, make-up and costumes, to our wonderful writers, composer, back up dancers and vocalists, and of course my friends, my co-star and the director Damien Chazelle.” whom he gestures to sitting in the second row. “I share this with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for awarding me with the opportunity to create something I love so much.”

He thanks the other nominees before turns towards you to end his speech. you felt your heart in your hands when you saw his big brown puppy eyes dart in your direction with an intensive glare of admiration.

“last but most importantly, I want to thank the inspiration for all of the love songs I sung in the film and the reason I decided to take the role. The person standing here on my right.”

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen when his words hit you like a speeding semi. you realize that he’d just called you his muse in so many words. the inspiration behind the love songs in the film no less. Meaning that with every lovestruck note his character sung he was reminded of you. All that time spent worrying if the distance between you two would cause him to forget about you, or if he’d maybe moved on and found somebody else. But no such thing had happened. He was relating his character’s longing in the film to his longing for you this entire time and that made your heart do a backflip.

You blush and cover your still ajar mouth with your fist whilst trying not to pay attention to the crowd who’s attention was fully focused on you.

He takes a deep sigh before continuing. “Y/N you’re not only the reason I took this role, but you’re the reason I was able to play it with such sincerity. You’ve been a unwavering beacon of support throughout my career in general but here you really gave me the inspiration for something special. He faces the audience again as the all follow his words with whispers of how adorable you both were. “from reading lines together in the middle of the night, to keeping me company when i’m on the brink of a meltdown.” It was all true and it only made you miss you relationship more and you found it difficult to hold back your tears.

“Y/N is the kind of best friend everybody needs, the kind of partner everybody deserves, and the person I’m so incredibly lucky to have known for so long. ..and I still can’t believe he never figured out the lyrics were all about him, It was kind of obvious-” the audience laughed you’re so close to swooning as he turns toward you again. “But, with all my heart, I love you, Y/N. Always will.” you feel as if you’re floating.

He shifts to the crowd one last time to say a final thank you before you both walk off stage one arm around one another’s shoulders. You have a short but sweet conversation backstage with him where reassures you that everything he said on stage was true and completely unscripted. He wants to talk more but knows your category is coming soon so he asks for a later opportunity and you agree before returning to your seat in the crowd.

The rest of the night flew by with you winning the award for best actor and receiving the biggest applause of the night. Tom joined in the standing ovation. You thanked everybody involved in making the film, the academy, and squeezed a little joke directed towards Tom that garnered a shared laugh from both him and the audience. You were the last award of the night and after the celebrations it was time to return to your place, where Tom was waiting for you. Wanting to talk about everything that had happened not just tonight but everything leading up to it. He also hoped you’d kept a spot open in your heart for him to return to.