#Cerion

[chibifox2002]

Thing based on something from Twitter

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[bonusdragons]

July 18, 2023:

Mantis Secondary, Skydancer, Current.

Natural of Cerion's clan!

[lanatavina]

Dnd babies

[ironlamb]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @bybloods ! LOCATION: cerion's chambers !

SOMEHOW HER TIME AWAY DOESN'T FEEL AS IF IT WAS AT ALL RESTFUL NOW THAT SHE HAS RETURNED . she expected as much of course . it was the reason some part of her was reluctant to leave in the first place . the moment she left it seemed to be one fire after another , in quick succession without reprieve . perhaps in some ways it was a metaphor for the greater expanse of her life , but such a line of thought was an exhausting one so she preferred not to indulge in it . and yet it rang true all the same . " i leave for the duration of a week and both you and varyn manage to nearly be killed in my absence ." the words are uttered in a sharp hiss as the door closes behind her , cersha's sworn shield standing alert before it . despite the comfort of not being overheard cersha's voice is still level even as her expression twists , as she looks towards her brother and asks , " is this some sort of grand jape ? are you not both men who have fought in battle ?" cersha's tone is coloured with her incredulity as she looks cerion over in less of a scrutiny of harm and more of a bewildered glance of judgement . " how does such a thing happen ? we are meant to trust you at war when you are nearly done in by a lone woman in a stable ?"

[bybloods]

FATED FOR:  varyn lannister, @prodixal.

LOCATION:  a tavern in king's landing, night.

CERION WAS NOT MUCH OF A DRINKER. he had no taste for wine, and less for the stale-tasting ale that came into lannisport on ships from the iron islands — and at an exorbitant price. his father's voice echoed in his mind, reverberating — it was unbecoming of a soldier to drink excessively. cerion was a tool for violence before he was a human being with desires or a need to decompress. but his brother was not. varyn was living, breathing, flesh and blood. thus, he was easy to find when a week had been particularly unkind, dragging the lannister brothers through the dirt behind it as it went. "this is the fifth tavern i've searched, looking for you," he accuses, lowering himself into the seat across from his brother with effort. his wounded leg remained stiff following the attack in the stables. varyn's presence was both a comfort and a harm, like an embrace that cerion was unsure of the trajectory of — would it be a hug, or a fight? yet he found himself seeking it the familiar discomfort nonetheless.

[idanazaldrizes]

@zaldrizesrinar

“i am not much happier with this arrangement than you are.”

HAPPIER OR NOT, IT IS NOT HER HUSBAND-TO-BE THAT CUSTOM DICTATES MUST LEAVE HIS HOME. She may have longed for the halls of her childhood after Ser Harwin's departure but there is a freedom to the island of Dragonstone, a reclamation of her Grandsire's Valyria of Old, that she will sorely miss.

There will be no muna, no siblings to converse with in their mother tongue, to defend her when the lions start circling. Will her lordly good-father permit her to continue training with her blades? Or shall she be sequestered to a lonely corner of the Rock, a chained princess of the Blood, only to brought out when duty dictactes. (Or when her family turns up at their gates on dragonback.)

"Of course, i forget how distressing it must be, all the sacrifices a man must make for marriage."

[wyldwolves]

Elia had hoped at the edge of reason that he would drop to his knees, crush his face into her side pleading and begging forgiveness from her. Walls made thick to defend from attack, from attachment and that had been installed when he left her barren and devoid of love made out of the shattered pieces of her heart Elia would've watched them crumble to dust. Gone. they would vanish with only faintest impressions in the earth beneath them to suggest they had even existed in the first place. She would beat back demons, challenge the darkest of hoards and know she would win with this man at her side if the man she loved still lived within his bones. Elia like the knife that dropped would've fallen instead beside him to hold his face with a bloodied hand to tell him he was forgiven. All was forgiven and like the cut on her hand, like the scars he was so deeply insecure about they could heal their wounds and the divide her had forced between them. He could come home to her arms, they could rot together in their wicked bones but no such reaction came for him.

Fucking coward. To call her villain spitting venom as if this hadn't been the mess he had created out of the woman he ruined with his love and then the lack thereof that foolish feeling she would crave and despise. She should pick up the knife and watch it lodge into tender flesh, to hurl herself at him like a hurricane to bring the reality he so wished to create out of what had been of them. Elia would not though. One day - one day she would die in his arms it would be her final revenge and a final reward that she loved him enough to want the last thing she saw was his face and his name would steal her last breath and he could've saved her but Elia would slip from fingers just like the burning sands of dornish lands. Eyes that held him shatter just as they fill, sparkling like glass fighting like a hound of hell not to loose before him or even as he walked away. "I would rather have begged for yours" She says barely audible, sinking to the sand to pick up the blade holding the blade close to her chest. Lips kiss a hilt where his hands had been and perhaps the steel she was made of herself weakened. A single tear falls from angry, wounded eyes as she winces sheathing the blade. Swallowing she shouts "We are both villains then. I will die one day with your name on my lips - this I promise you and it will be the last breath stolen from out of my body you take when you could've saved it. Then whatever we were will be well and truly dead when i am gone."

love was a grudge that elia seemed hell bent on holding him to. cerion clenches his teeth as she speaks, her words each taking a turn at bludgeoning his brain. the muscles along his jawline stiffen, visible through the skin. he had once worshipped at her altar, but a butcher's table now stood in its place. all that remained of the love he'd held for her was gore. unrecognizable rot, it could not even manage to hold the vague shape of what it had been in its prime. his fist tightens around the hilt of her blade, knuckles fading slowly to white. none of the righteousness that he had bathed himself in when he'd left her remains. where were the unwavering morals that he inwardly claimed sovereignty over? where, again, were the bits of him that made him better than his older brothers? had they been lost to time? the realization dawns on cerion slowly. such things had never existed — they were mere dreams of grandeur that had been born of childhood envy. the brutishness he abhorred in varyn and the cowardice that he damned in rickon were not mere personality faults. they festered in the blood that they all shared. cerion wishes that elia had run him through with the blade he now held, exsanguinating him of all it was that he hated. "you are a villain to speak of it," he all but spits, misplaced anger coating his tongue like venom. "what once lay between us is dead. it would serve you well to let it lie." cerion speaks with gaze aimed downwards, and he is scanning the dirt between them with the same vigor as one who had dropped something dear to them. he can no longer look upon her face, nor her wounded hand. his voice is flat, devoid of any affect that could reveal to her his position. he resents her for acting out like this — for making it painfully clear that she has not recovered from the harm that had befallen her by his hand so many years prior. until now, his ignorance had been nothing other than blissful. the illusion he had imagined for himself now lay shattered between them, in pieces too small to even think of reassembling. arm still outstretched, holding her blade parallel to the ground, cerion forces himself to loosen his grip. one by one, his fingers release their hold on the weapon that he so prized until it falls to the dirt unceremoniously. he turns as he does so, making to leave the training yard. in truth, he simply could not stomach the sight of it making contact with the earth. he wished even less to witness elia's reaction. "you alone wound yourself. you alone shall beg the maester's attention." he speaks the words to the wind, which carries them over his shoulder to their intended recipient.

[chibifox2002]

Oh god there's two of them

[daenystheedreamer]

joffmarge demon children

the thing with the kids names is margaery is a) sane and self-actualised and b) has a rabid guard dog who will kill that blonde bitch if he so much as pokes her. so if joffrey goes "i want to name our three demon children maegor rhaenyra and aerion" margaery can say no. and really cersei wouldn't even fight her on that even though she fights her on everything. she would convince herself it was her idea all along. so the kids do have to have normal names. theyre definitely having a set of insane twins tho. anyway guys under the cut

eldest child and daughter PRINCESS CERYSE BARATHEON. hightower targ-adjacent looks from alerie which i see as ash-blonde hair blue eyes. mini cersei and cersei's fave except after she turned 12 cersei started hating her.

eldest son PRINCE ROBERT BARATHEON. i think it would be funny if he had black hair and blue eyes because olenna stockpiled renly semen or found some random who looked baratheon enough. i want this to happen because it would drive cersei insane. because yes it makes it look like the robert genes just skipped a generation and joff IS legit but SHE knows thats not fucking true. otherwise brown hair brown eyes with a strong build. cersei hates this boy beyond measure. he hates her back def a little misogynist but obsessed with mommy marge

PRINCESS TYA BARATHEON dirty blonde hair green eyes. they were sure it would be a son and cersei marge were fighting over naming him after tywin or loras while joff was like maegor >:) anyway turns out to be a girl and cersei is like oh of course we should name her after ms loras and marge is like oh no we SHOULD honour lord tywin. this is also me referencing tya of tya and gowen fame. after cersei drops ceryse as favourite girlgrandchild she picks tya but its just to torment ceryse. tya hates ceryse because when ceryse was in her mean girl era she would bully tya.

PRINCE LORENT and PRINCESS ALICENT BARATHEON twinsies :3 brown hair brown eyes or brown hair green eyes. cersei sees some kind of a reflection in alicent (sad scared insecure little girl) or maybe its more like she sees a trembling mouse and wants to stomp on it. lorent is mentored by loras and the rest of the evil kingsguard so he's not normal.

PRINCE LYONEL BARATHEON, brown haired and brown eyed. gets sent off to myrcella and trystane in dorne and ends up astoundingly normal. meets his dad after not seeing him for eight years and is like man we should kill this guy. meets all his siblings and is like wow you are all insane

PRINCESS JOANNA BARATHEON fourth and final kid, brown haired and brown eyed. cersei thinks a brunette named for her mother is the greatest insult margaery could ever make. dies young maybe in a freak accident maybe due to the red keep's general evil and cersei WILL be making a scene at the funeral and tormenting marge over it. might be what makes marge snap and kill her. alternatively PRINCE CERION BARATHEON and he's cersei's fave in the style of joffrey and when he dies she goes apoplectic. marge thinks they'll bond over it but cersei in fact gets worse

anyway these are some guys i made up for them. is seven too many... i like it for the faith allusion but would marge bother on more pregnancies once she's pumped out a son and heir. if so pick and choose which ones are fun.

[studyofasoiaf]

Names used in the Westerlands

(according to books; names of characters from the houses in the Westerlands)

- next to the names are either houses which have a character/s with that name or culture of the character/s with that name

Female

Alys (Stackspear, Turnberry)

Alysanne (Farman, Lefford)

Amarei (Crakehall)

Cerelle (Lannister)

Cerenna (Lannister)

Cerissa (Brax)

Cersei (Lannister)

Cyrelle (Tarbeck)

Darlessa (Marbrand)

Dorna (Swyft)

Eleyna (Westerling)

Elissa (Farman)

Ella (Lannister)

Ellyn (Tarbeck)

Genna (Lannister)

Janei (Lannister)

Jeyne (Farman, Lydden, Marbrand, Westerling)

Joanna (Lannister, Swyft)

Jocasta (Tarbeck)

Jocelyn (Swyft)

Johanna (Westerling)

Joy (Westerman)

Lanna (Lannister)

Lelia (Lannister)

Leonella (Lefford)

Lynora (Westerman)

Lysa (Farman)

Margot (Lannister)

Marla (Prester)

Melara (Hetherspoon)

Melesa (Crakehall)

Myranda (Lefford)

Rohanne (Tarbeck)

Rosamund (Lannister)

Shiera (Crakehall)

Shierle (Swyft)

Sybell (Spicer)

Tya (Lannister)

Tysha (Westerman)

Tyshara (Lannister)

Male

Addam (Marbrand)

Addison (Westerman)

Adrian (Tarbeck)

Alastor (Reyne)

Alyn (Garner, Marbrand, Stackspear, Tarbeck)

Amory (Lorch)

Andros (Brax)

Androw (Farman)

Antario (Jast)

Aubrey (Crakehall)

Ben (Plumm)

Benedict (Broom)

Burton (Crakehall)

Caspor (Westerman)

Caster (Casterly)

Cedric (Payne)

Cerion (Lannister)

Clarent (Crakehall)

Crake (Crakehall)

Corlos (Casterly)

Damon (Lannister, Marbrand)

Damion (Lannister)

Daven (Lannister)

Dennis (Plumm)

Denys (Marbrand)

Donnel (Westerman)

Elys (Westerling)

Emory (Westerman)

Erwin (Lannister)

Flement (Brax)

Franklyn (Farman)

Forley (Prester)

Gareth (Clifton)

Garrison (Prester)

Garth (Greenfield)

Gawen (Westerling)

Gerion (Lannister)

Gerold (Lannister)

Gregor (Clegane)

Gylbert (Farman)

Harrold (Swyft, Westerling)

Harys (Swyft)

Harwyn (Plumm)

Herrock (Kenning)

Horys (Westerman)

Hugh (Clifron)

Humfrey (Clifton, Lefford, Swyft)

Ilyn (Payne)

Jaime (Lannister)

Jason (Lannister)

Joffrey (Doggett, Lydden)

Jon (Bettley, Brax)

Josmyn (Peckledon)

Joss (Stilwood)

Kennos (Westerman)

Kevan (Lannister)

Lambert (Turnberry)

Lancel (Lannister)

Lann (Lannister)

Leo (Lefford)

Lewys (Lydden)

Loren (Lannister)

Lorent (Lorch, Marbrand)

Loreon (Lannister)

Lucion (Lannister)

Lyle (Crakehall)

Lyman (Lannister)

Lymond (Vikary)

Lyonel (Lorch)

Manfryd (Yew)

Martyn (Lannister)

Marq (Farman)

Maynard (Plumm)

Melwyn (Sarsfield)

Merlon (Crakehall)

Morgon (Banefort)

Myles (Greenfield)

Norwin (Lannister)

Ormond (Westerling)

Ossifer (Plumm)

Othell (Yarwyck)

Peter (Plumm)

Petyr (Plumm)

Philip (Foote, Plumm)

Podrick (Payne)

Preston (Greenfield)

Quenten (Banefort)

Raynald (Westerling)

Raynard (Ruttiger)

Regenard (Estern)

Reynard (Reyne)

Robb (Reyne)

Robert (Brax, Reyne)

Robin (Moreland)

Rolph (Spicer)

Roger (Reyne)

Roland (Crakehall, Westerling)

Rollam (Westerling)

Rupert (Brax, Falwall)

Samwell (Spicer)

Sandor (Clegane)

Sebaston (Farman)

Selmond (Stackspear)

Stafford (Lannister)

Steffon (Stackspear, Swyft)

Sumner (Crakehall)

Terrence (Kenning)

Tion (Lannister, Tarbeck)

Theomore (Lannister)

Tommen (Lannister)

Tybolt (Crakehall, Hetherspoon, Lannister)

Tygett (Lannister)

Tyland (Lannister)

Tyler (Westerman)

Tymond (Lannister)

Tyrek (Lannister)

Tyrion (Lannister)

Tytos (Brax, Lannister)

Tywald (Lannister)

Tywell (Lannister)

Tywin (Lannister)

Viserys (Plumm)

Walder (Brax, Stackspear)

Walderan (Tarbeck)

Willam (Stackspear)

Willem (Lannister)

[khazzman]

I'm kinda fascinated by the "Cerion" timeline. It really makes things interesting. Aerys wouldn't have named Jaime to the Kingsguard because he isn't the heir, and even if he did offer it, Jaime only accepted because Cersei asked him to. So I could totally see Jaime becoming almost like a hedge knight figure, free to fulfill his dreams of being a "true knight", following a code of honor and chivalry. Heck, I see him stealing away with Tyrion as his "squire" just to get him away from the scorn and hatred of his father and elder brother. The Wandering Lions.

Damn, I must write this fanfic lol.

What do you think it would be like if both Jaime and Cersei were born male?

can see it being a fair bit less complicated than canon. like I think maybe they flat out dislike each other as brothers?? Cersei would finally have what she’s wanted in canon and that’s to be esteemed as Tywin’s true heir, but ends up with an inferiority complex anyway bc I can still see male Cersei being short tempered and short sighted, so that Tywin still berates him often and makes him feel like shit. the whole ‘Cersei is wildfire, Tywin is a glacier’ still applies here, and Tywin will still be like ‘I despair of my reckless son’ and Cers will still spend his life desperately trying and failing to measure up to his father’s expectations. and then Cers marries Lysa some way down the road and that’s a shitshow and so on and so on

Jaime meanwhile. I think Jaime would be pretty happy as a second son. he can study the sword to his heart’s content, hold out on marriage as long as it pleases him and do whatever he likes in the meantime. Tywin might still have expectations of his second son but I don’t think this version of Jaime would feel particularly beholden to them. and I think this version of Cers (Cerion? idk) has no reason to cling to Jaime as canon Cersei does, so they’re not close as twins, and Cerion would probably disregard him entirely excepttt that Jaime is obviously a far better swordsman and I think that gets to Cerion bc it feels like a slight to his own masculinity and role as heir - even if Jaime isn’t trying to compete with him there. I can see him putting Jaime down a lot in childhood to try and establish his own superiority, and Jaime just wanting nothing to do w his twin as soon as they’re old enough to move apart.

so in the end they each end up on their own paths - Cerion inherits the Rock and tries to be Tywin II but ends up being some kind of Joffrey Lite. Jaime just fucks around playing hedge knights or whatever to please himself before presumably marrying at some point. don’t know who tho, think he’d probably just end up in a romance with someone obscure just cos he can. I don’t think Tywin could force second son Jaime into any marriage he wasn’t keen on, so he’d probably give him license to pick a ‘suitable girl’ and that’d be that. so yeah Jaime is fine in this AU and Cersei is Cersei

[aeriondripflame]

i’m attached to boy cersei being named cerion i don’t care if it doesn’t make sense. loreon -> gerion -> cerion. i rest my case.

[bybloods]

FATED FOR:  shaera targaryen, @eclipt1cs.

LOCATION:  shaera's chambers, just after midnight.

HE DID NOT CARRY HIMSELF IN THE MANNER OF A MAN WHO HAD SEEN DEATH AN HOUR PRIOR. the left sleeve of his tunic is wrapped snugly around the wound he'd sustained on his thigh. his limp was hardly pronounced (and he would gruffly proclaim as much, if asked about it). in truth, cerion both looks and, perhaps, feels more relaxed than he had walking unencumbered out of the war council earlier that day. the weight of his purported assassin's dagger on his belt is a comfort. should he see her again in this lifetime, he would embed it into whatever part of her was unluckily exposed at the time. should he see her again in the next, he would do the same. late to assume watch over his charge, he had hastened his pace slightly — if only to keep things easy for the ailing lord commander. "princess," he announces his presence through the thick wood of her door, offering a simultaneous knock. she did not sleep, and cerion knew as much. the sound of her stirring through her chamber door most nights was audible to he who stood guard directly outside of it. "i need —" a chair? milk of the poppy? someone to recount the tale to so he go through each frame of his memory — if only to be sure it truly happened?

[idanazaldrizes]

STRANGE FOR AN HEIR OF HIS STANDING. Most lords she meet boast gladly of their, supposed, bravery in the face of her beloved mount yet none have been granted the leave nor the courage to truly do so. She does not care for second sons and their search for favour, nor the life of some Lord's Lady wife. A life on Driftmark or Dragonstone by her family's side would content her.

"And yet you stand before her, where lesser men would have fled."

his eyes are resting on the beast next to Aerea, he did not fear dragons; yet that did not mean he trusted them. they were still unpredictable beasts. “it does not mean i fear her, i am simply not a man who likes taking risks.”

[lawolfe]

ASOIAF NAME IDEAS PART TWO

(from izzyobro on reddit)

Barth

Bartha

Barthanna/Barthanne

Barthard

Barthogan

Barthan/Bathron

Barthos

Barthric

Barthwell

Barthys

Benja

Benjam

Benjanna

Benjel

Benjen

Benjion

Benjor

Benjos

Benjwell

Bennard

Beren

Berena

Beron

Branda

Brandon

Cera

Ceranne

Cerbolt/Cerbalt

Cercella

Cercelle

Cerenna

Celia

Cerion

Cersei

Certos

Cerwald

Cerwin

Cregan

Cregard

Donnel

Donnor

Dorren

Eden

Edric

Edwell

Edwyn

Eddara

Eddard

Edderion

Elric

Elron

Elyn/Ellyn

Elys

Ella

Ellard

Erren

Errold

Eyron

Gillam

Gilliane

Harlan/Harlen/Harlon

VALYRIAN

Lucerra

Lucella/Lucela

Lucerax

Jaenyra

Jacarea

Jacael

Jaenara

Naethan

Naela

Symon

Syra

Sygar

Sylora

Symond

Tekar

Tela

Tena

Terea

Tygelle

Tylarr

Tymond

Tynya

Tyrea

Urgar

Urla

Valaena

Valerion

[joanna-lannister]

all of us, intertwined

sibling incest | pentos au | fix-it | pregnancy | married jc | domestic bliss | multi-chapter

Little glimpses of Jaime and Cersei’s life in Pentos.

Walking down the small path leading to Myra's house, Cersei was rehearsing the words she had heard earlier this afternoon by the old midwife who had delivered both Joanna and Cerion. Words of hope and joy, words she hadn't dared to hope to hear once again. She smoothed a hand over her flat stomach, briefly wondering if she could have faith in the woman, wondering if she hadn't been wrong and if the time for her moonblood hadn't come to an end instead, but it couldn't be. The signs were all here, and after five pregnancies, she knew them all too well; the cravings, the slight cramps low in her belly, the soreness in her breast, the tiredness… Oh, the tiredness! No doubt she was carrying another cub. The thought of seeing her stomach swell again with Jaime's child brought a delighted smile upon her lips, and her mind was now wandering on her husband, and how she would break the news to him. He would be ecstatic to say the least. She could already picture his face lighting up, the glow in his emeralds shining like million little stars in the darkest sky when she would reveal her little secret. Giving another child to her brother, making him a father again, always felt like one of her greatest accomplishments. Their little family here, in Pentos, was their purpose, and they had worked hard to build it.

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